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K-Pop Demon Hunters X Reader 7: Takedown? Maybe slowdown?

Omg, a 7k-word meal for the little groovlings! Feast!!

Warning: Explicit Language, Emotional conversation of self-worth (?), not thoroughly proofread

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

Word Count: 7k

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Last Time on KPDH-X-R: ‘I hate everything. I want out.. It’s hot. I want bed.’ You cried in your head, feeling the bath’s hot water still clinging to your clothes and body. Your hair is definitely not helping with the heat and weight of it. ‘And I want this hair cut off. Fuck this, I’m going bald.’ Now Continued:

The lift was silent besides its quiet hum of machinery as it lifted the four of you back up to the penthouse. Still sopping wet from falling—and electrocuted—from the bathhouse, you stood in the middle while the girls awkwardly stood on either side of you.

Once the elevator was nearing your floor, you slouched and suddenly shook all the bathhouse water off you like a wet dog. Getting it everywhere and on the idols with them nowhere to run.

“What the—?!”

“Hey! Quit that!”

“Bleh! It’s in my mouth!!”

They protest and yelp, shielding their faces with their hands until you stop and give them a reprimanding stare.

“This is payback.”

‘Ding~’

You left the elevator while maintaining eye contact with the three, glaring at them behind your wet hair even as the doors closed and they were brought up to their floor.

The trio stared at the elevator doors in disbelief, soaked while looking, and faintly smelling like a wet dog mixed with sea breeze/saltwater.

Feeling exhaustion in your bones, you sigh and drag your feet towards the bathroom. Shedding your disgustingly soaked clothes and scrubbing yourself clean with a cooling shower. You washed vigorously with soap and shampoo, a messy dance in your bathroom built from pure crankiness and sleep deprivation.

Ten minutes passed, and you finished feeling fresh and clean. A contented smile on your lips as you dry off in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth and blow drying your hair after.

“This is taking so long…” You mumble, the cool mode on the hairdryer was doing very little to help dry your hair faster. You would switch it to hot, but you were never a fan of warm air. Some might say you’re warm-blooded.

“Maybe I can ask Bobby directions to a decent barbershop?” You turn to Bubby for his input. “It has been a while since I got my last haircut, Bubs.”

He just stared before plopping on his side, still soaked after his own shower.

“Fineeeee! We’ll ask him tomorrow.” With a roll of your eyes, you point the hairdryer towards Bubby to dry him off.

You finish up drying the two of you the best you could. Now comfy in your worn clothes and practically dancing with Bubby on your way to your beloved— the glorious bed!!

“Look, Bubby! So beautiful!” You sniffled, skipping over and about to throw yourself into the welcoming cushions with open arms, but then you heard it.

‘Ting~ Ting~’

‘…no fucking way.’

You stared at your bed, so close yet devastatingly far at the same time. You were torn like paper, wanting to ignore the bell and snuggle into your blankets… but that bell is linked to you; every ring is a must-call that must be answered.

So you cried, solemnly waving at the bed, and you trudged your way out to the elevator. Head hung low in despair as you’re being lifted up to the top floor of the Huntrix Tower.

This was your star-crossed lovers' story, a forbidden love between you and your bed.

‘Ding~’

Another sigh left your lips as you pushed your spare aviators up your face and sluggishly walked to the sunken living room. Walking behind the three who are staring out their floor-to-ceiling windows and observing the broken Honmoon.

“Whyyyy…?” You croaked a whine like a broken chair, slumping yourself over Rumi from behind. Despair is evident on your face and body language, resting your chin on Rumi’s braid.

“Why’d you call me? I was about to be in heaven…”

Your phrasing alerted the three, who made their heads snap towards you.

“What!?” “Are you dying?!” “Don’t die! You’ve only been with us for a day!”

They frantically began inspecting you for injuries, much to your embarrassment.

“Guys! I’m not dying! I just meant my bed!” You shouted over their frantic yelling, pulling the hem of your worn hoodie back down after they tried to thoroughly check you for bruises or wounds.

Their shoulder dropped in relief, glad to know you weren’t going to die after just one day of officially working with them. They turn back to look out the window with a solemn yet fierce expression on their scratched faces.

“How do we go from gold… to this?”

“Look at all the weak spots…”

You sigh, also overlooking the status of the Honmoon with an expected frown.

“We’ve never seen the Honmoon like this before.”

‘Because it’s already in its last threads even before The Sunlight Sisters’ generation.’ You scoff in your mind, eyes flitting to each tear of the Honmoon.

“Gwi-Ma must know we’re so close to sealing it for good.”

“So he sends a demon boy band?”

“Well, it’s working.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure “Soda Pop” is just a fad.”

You raise a brow at that.

“These boys will be old news by next week. You’ll see.”

And by coincidence, Bobby comes out of the elevator. The girls were already putting on makeup to cover their facial injuries while you just stood there with your arms crossed, pouting and still sulking like a puppy.

“Girls?” He called out as he stepped into the living room.

“Hi, Bobby!” The trio turned, facial injuries magically gone.

“It’s a lot more serious than I thought.” He panics, “The Saja Boys have gone completely viral after that variety show.” He swipes through his phone, seeing how the internet has caught the ‘Soda Pop’ fever and is already trending with the shoulder bops.

“They even have their own fandom!” He exclaimed as the Saja Boys fans cheered a ‘join the pride’ motto.

Zoey and Bobby bop their shoulders in sync; meanwhile, you couldn’t even get to the beat again because of your despair and yearning for your bed.

“Zoey!” “Bobby! Control those shoulders!”

Rumi and Mira scold the two, causing them to freeze, and Bobby stops the video on his phone.

“Wow, it is catchy.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Zoey. They’re amazing, but they suck.” He relaxes, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I’ve been glued to this tiny screen for hours.” Bobby turns and gazes out the window, overseeing the city, pressing a hand on the glass. “I just need to look away and… woo! Relax, Bobby. It’s just social media numbers. Not the end of the world.”

His reassuring words did nothing, as you four could definitely see the destruction and apocalypse ahead if you didn’t do anything.

You approached Bobby and gave him a bottle of water.

“Oh, thank you, Y/N. Gotta say, with you being around, it helps to reassure me the girls are safe with you.” He smiles up at you, patting your arm before taking a swig of his water.

“It’s not a problem. Thank you for the opportunity.” You nod politely, looking gentle and docile, even behind your glasses, as you face the manager.

“This is the battle for hearts and minds. A battle for the fans.” Rumi’s determined voice fills the room, turning to you four. “And what’s the biggest battlefield of them all?”

“The Idol Awards.”

“State Fair?”

“Underground boxing matches?”

“That’s right. We have to crush that stage. Be better than we’ve ever been with the show to end the Saja Bous for good!” The idol’s ambition was growing by the second.

‘Oh, boy… I know that look…’

The determination and fiery ambition were not lost within you, seeing how Rumi is definitely her mother’s daughter. You can see the familiar flames dancing behind her eyes, passion-driven in the moment.

“Zoey, we’re gonna need a new song.”

“I got 23 notebooks full of demon insults ready to go!”

The Mak-nae pulls out her notebooks and fans them out to show the many varieties.

“Yeah! Let’s make it 30 notebooks!” Bobby added from behind Zoey, tapping rapidly on his phone.

“Mira, the choreography?”

“Yup, making them hotter.” Mira nods confidently with her arms crossed.

“Backup dancers, ready to go.” The ever-supportive manager added with a firm nod.

“We’ll write a brand-new song. A diss track to expose the Saja Boys.”

You tried stopping them from spilling the secret of you all being hunters, frantically signaling the girls behind Bobby.

“Hey, wait—“

“And send those disgusting demons back to the depths where they belong!”

The passion for revenge was already coursing through the trio, determined to bring down the Saja Boys.

“Yeah!”

“Yeahhh!”

“YEAHH!!”

“YEAHHHH!!!!”

The two stopped once they noticed Rumi staring unamused at them, until she also joined in.

“YEEAAHHHH!!!”

They enthusiastically stride towards the elevator, Mira grabbing a pouf ottoman and shoulder pressing it like she’s in a riot.

“We’re gonna kick their butts!”

You just sigh into your hands, utterly exhausted at everything that’s happened so far.

“That’s my girls! Not sure about this whole demon thing. I mean, they seem like nice people, but loving the energy!”

“We saw a game about kicking demon butts on the way back, and I think the girls became too invested in it.” You tried saving your asses, giving Bobby false information to hopefully still conceal your Hunter identities.

“Ah, I see. That makes sense.” He nods with a hum.

“By the way, I’m sorry about the tasers and radio.” You murmured, rubbing your neck awkwardly. “I fell into the mall fountain by accident…”

He looks up at you with a reassuring smile, “It’s okay. We have more than enough for several security teams. Just request your needed items and we’ll supply them for you.” He pats your arm like an old friend. “I simply need you to keep taking care of the girls.”

You nod, “Okay. Thank you, sir.”

He laughs, “Just call me ‘Bobby’! You already fit right in.”

A chuckle from you follows his hearty laugh, “Okay then, Bobby. Thank you.”

You then remembered about your hair and took the opportunity of asking the manager for help, “Bobby, do you know any good barbershop around? One that's preferably not expensive?” You asked as you held up a piece of your messy hair.

“I’m planning on cutting off some of my hair. It’s kind of weighing me down from my duties.”

He inspects your hair, marveling at the fluffy yet messy mane you have on your head.

“A barber? We can do better than that. I’ll book you our stylist and have you looking well groomed and professional in no time!” He was already typing on his phone before you could protest.

“What? I don’t think I can afford that!” You panicked, hunched over behind Bobby to peek at his screen like a nosy dog.

“It’s on me!” “But—“ “it’s fine! I want you to have the best haircut you want.”

With a few back and forth, you sigh in defeat. “Okay…”

Bobby grins triumphantly before waving as he walks to the elevator. “See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

You waved with a small smile, “Bye, Bobby.”

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Rumi shut her door behind her with a quick breath and picked up a tonic from the doctor.

“Okay, tonics. Let’s do this.”

She then sees something off with the label, “What?” Peeling it off to reveal it was simply a glorified grape juice she got scammed for.

“Ugh, Zoeyyy…” She groans, eyes landing on the piece of fabric Jinu used to conceal her exposed arm from Mira and Zoey back at the bathhouse. Her hand subconsciously reached for her upper arm, where it had been tied earlier, frowning at the memory.

“A hunter, who’s part demon?”

She shook her head, though confusion was still etched on her face, as she recalled the memory of changing out of the attire. Her sleeve was fixed, like it was never torn open by Jinu’s claws when she pulled the handkerchief away in her bathroom.

She remembers tracing where the tear should be and feeling the cool sensation similar to the Honmoon.

A chirp from her balcony caught her attention. A magpie with a hat perched on her balcony railings, staring at her through the glass.

“Is that a bird wearing a tiny hat?”

The bird suddenly screeched, popping another two pairs of eyes below its original one.

“What?” Rumi breathes out in disbelief at the bizarre bird.

It blinks and strolls along the rail, Rumi pursuing with curiosity. Squinting at the magpie until a low rumble of a purr came from behind her, bright golden eyes staring at the idol, unblinking. She gasped and swiftly held her sword in defense, breathing heavily at the fright and probable threat.

The creature walks out to reveal a giant blue tiger prowling forward. Eyes never leaving hers as it approached… until it nudged a plant pot on its side. It looked at the pot and pawed at it in an attempt to put it back up.

Rumi stared with interest as the tiger nearly got the pot back up, eyes dilating until the object fell to its side again. He looked very entertained.

The idol turns to the bird for some sort of explanation, which it lets out a chirp equivalent to a grumble, deadpanning at the tiger companion.

Still pawing at the pot, Rumi squatted and picked it up for him.

He purrs in appreciation, looking back up at Rumi and moving forward, nudging the pot again.

Rumi lets out a silent chuckle while glancing at the bird, the magpie responding with a sigh and eye roll. She kneels down in front of the tiger, reassuring him it’s alright to not fret about the pot.

“No. No, really. It’s okay. Just leave it.”

The tiger’s eyes split between Rumi and the pot, sitting up as he faces her.

“What are you?” She asked with fascination.

In response, the tiger drops a letter from its mouth. The paper was coated with its saliva.

She grimaces at the paper, but picks it up and reads it.

“‘Hello, Friend.’ *murmurs* ‘Jinu’ J—Jinu?! Augh! Meet you?!” She was flabbergasted by the audacity of this man, “I’m not gonna meet you. Who do you think you— ahh! Ugh!!” She lets out a pitched scream followed by a groan when the magpie flew past her, perched on the tiger as she watched the two disappear into the floor by the Honmoon— the tiger still eyeing the fallen pot as they disappeared.

Rumi looked around until her eyes gazed down the street below, where the tiger reappeared, looking back expectantly for her to follow before it walked ahead.

“Okay, Jinu. Let’s meet.” She huffs at her decision with determination, crushing the letter in her hand before making her escape out of the Huntrix tower.

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You’re left alone in the sunken living room once Bobby is gone. Doing a few chores you noticed undone in the lounge before your shoulders were slouching as you trudge to the white couch and about to drop when—

‘Ting~’‘Ting~’‘Ting~’

You freeze, turned to a wall as if looking through it. The bell was getting further away, which only means one thing.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

You hissed under your breath, wildly motioning out the window where the sun was just a few hours away from saying ‘fuck you’ to your sunken face behind the skyline.

The ringing wasn’t rhythmic like usual; it seemed like Rumi forgot she had it with her before she snuck out.

“I don’t think it’s in my job description, but I’m grounding that girl the moment I bring her back here.”

You scowled, patting Bubby securely into your shirt pocket as he slept inside. You, on the other hand, are now riding the elevator back to the ground, your eyes twitching in annoyance behind your glasses and messy hair.

‘I need another job…’

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Following Rumi’s trail was easy. But following quietly while fueled with nothing but sleep deprivation? You are not as graceful as a fish in water.

You watched as Rumi silently freerun up to a roof that made you groan and lean on a light pole.

‘Chee-fucking-sus, this girl will be the death of me.’

You heaved and started staggering up the path where Rumi had gone.

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting a hug, but—“

You snap your head up where you heard Jinu’s voice, only to be met with a headless mannequin falling on your face.

‘Ow! Fuckin— this is the third time!!!’

You hissed soundlessly, curled on the cobbled pathway with your hands pressed against your face. You continue to wallow in despair over your misfortune, while Rumi and Jinu do their own conflict on top of the house roofs.

‘I’m just gonna lay here…’

You suddenly felt pressure on top of you, feeling warm and suffocated like you’re being used as a bed. Reaching both your hands up, you measure what’s on top of you, only to feel soft fur. The thing began to rumble like a smooth engine; the vibration of its gigantic body was kind of soothing, despite you suffocating.

‘….what the fuck are you?’

You questioned yourself, subconsciously petting the creature’s massive face.

‘Big cat…?’

Your fingers then found its mouth, blindly patting around until you felt tusks and teeth from its permanent grin.

‘Ah, demon cat.’

You sigh, relaxing as you feel content lying on the pavement while being suffocated by a spirit animal. A heavenly way to pass away, in your opinion.

Despite this situation, you continue to listen to the conversation between Jinu and Rumi.

“Just hunter, not demon.”

“Then how’d you get your patterns?”

“That’s none of your business.” Rumi scowled, pointing the top of her blade towards Jinu.

“Huh,” he muses, “I know what it feels like to have them.”

“Feel? You’re a demon. Demons don’t feel anything.”

'kind of a hurtful thing to say, Rumi... I feel things too, like exhaustion.' You thought.

“Is that what you think?” Jinu asked with mild offense at her accusation, “That’s all demons do. Feel. Feel our shame, our misery.”

Rumi listened attentively, though her guard was still up with caution; she was still willing to listen to reasons.

“It’s how Gwi-Ma controls us. Do you not hear him in your ear?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Huh.” He mumbles while staring at her with envy, “You’re lucky. I’ll never forget the first time I heard him.”

He then tells his story with a voice of regret and shame.

Meanwhile, with you blissfully in your own world with the tiger, you’re snuggling the shit out of the said tiger once you’re overwhelmed with cuteness aggression.

‘Can I adopt you? You and my Bubby could be brothers, keeping each other company while I’m out doing mortal jobs.’

“These are a constant reminder of my shame.”

‘Oh right, I’m eavesdropping.’

You turn your attention back to the two, the best you could, straining your ears further to listen in.

“These are a constant reminder of my shame.” He spoke solemnly, “A shame I can never escape…”

Rumi looked conflicted, the angle of her sword dropping along with her guard.

Jinu stood just a mere foot in front of Rumi, eyes staring the hunter down with some sort of sympathy. He reaches over, cautiously grazing the hood of her attire, where her marks glowed under the turtleneck in reciprocation to the glowing marks on his hand.

“Yours are a reminder, too. Of a shame of your own.”

Rumi stood firm, “You don’t know me.”

“You know you can tell me. I’ll understand.” He spoke softly, almost tenderly, in a caring way. “I’m the only one who can.”

Now, that has entirely caught your attention altogether.

‘What in the manipulation— hello???‘

You gently threw the giant tiger off your body. It perks up with curiosity as you stood up and dusted yourself, giving it a little ruffle on the head.

“I have work to do, friend. Go home.”

You whispered quietly, gently shooing the massive demon tiger away and turning heel to locate Rumi.

“I’m nothing like you,” Rumi expressed firmly as she held her sword up to Jinu once again.

“Denial. I get it.” He spoke as if he were almost disappointed by the reaction, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he stepped back. “I was once there, too. I’ll be here when you’re done pretending.”

He smirks, “until next time.”

“There won’t be a next time!”

Rumi raised her sword and slashed downwards at Jinu, only to miss when he disappeared in a puff of demon smoke, causing Rumi to groan in frustration.

“Drrrhh!” She swung her sword lazily in front of her before letting her frustrations out at the sky. “UGHHH!!”

“I need answers…” She breathed, pulling out the bell from her pocket and thought about ringing it. Pausing when she recalls how exhausted you looked earlier, feeling guilty as she held the bell tight in her palms.

Doubt was already swimming in her mind before taking a deep breath, and managing to ring the bell once before she stopped herself.

‘Ting—‘

“No, she could use the sleep…” she sighed, tucking it back in her pocket.

“Who needs sleep?”

Rumi yelped at the unexpected voice behind her, swiveling around and abruptly pointing her sword at where she saw you. Disheveled and sluggish, though still functioning.

“You’re here…? But I—“ “You called.”

A grunt left your lips, and you were already walking over. Her sword dispersed, and she hugged herself, which made her look smaller than she already is.

“It’s just silly questions. You can head back.”

She tried to dismiss you, an awkward smile on her lips that barely reached her eyes.

You could tell the want for answers was bothering her severely; she ached for truths.

“Silly questions are still questions you want answers to.” You smile, a small one despite your bones screaming for rest. “Let’s head back. I’ll humor your questions over those quack tonics we got at that sketchy clinic. I know for a fact those are fruit juices.”

She blinks in disbelief, “You knew?! Wait—I mean, whaaaat do you mean?” She tried deflecting, but you knew about the scam even before you stepped through that building.

“Yes. I knew the whole time. Luckily for you, my boxes have actual tonics.” You rolled your eyes behind the Aviators. “Let’s go, orange cat.”

You walked along the roof until you dropped to the ground, not bothered to look back when you heard her already catching up.

“‘Orange cat’?” She asked while walking beside you.

You gave her a side glance before a smirk reached your lips, “Yeah, you fit the bill.”

She gives a look, feeling offended somehow. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” The witty response left your lips almost immediately, your walk turning into jogging as she chased you, demanding what you meant by her being an Orange Cat.

“Come on, early jog back to the building.” You laugh softly, jogging backwards to taunt the idol. “Gotta get those blood pumping.”

Rumi relaxes at the lighthearted atmosphere you created, steering her away from the doubt and shame clouding her mind earlier. She laughs breathlessly under her breath before giving chase.

As much as she was brimming with questions at the moment, why not indulge in feeling normal for once?

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You decided to forgo sleeping altogether, finding that Rumi needs some company more than ever, and you’re the only one who knows the three worlds you both live in. Being hunters, human, and demon in a mix of one.

“Woo! I win.” Rumi laughs once you reach the Huntrix Tower.

“That you did. Good job.” You pulled the hood over her head as you walked past her and to the elevator inside.

“Hey!” She yelped, pulling the hood away from her eyes as she followed you in the lift.

The ride was quiet, though still buzzing with drops of adrenaline from the playful chase.

“…you can still head to bed, you know?” Rumi murmured, glancing up at you with worry, “You seem like you need it…”

You rolled your shoulders as you yawn, “No, I’m already wide awake. Might as well lessen those questions you have in your head.” You lied with a reassuring smile.

“Let me just grab the tonics, and we can head to your room.”

The elevator stopped at your floor, door opening before you stepped out.

“You’re welcome to come with. Mind you, the room hasn’t changed. I got nothing to decorate.”

Rumi stepped with you into your bedroom, looking around at the small space. It was a decent area, though bland as you said it would be. No personalized decor in the room, the bed was untouched with its sheets still ironed. She frowns at the realization that you never even got to rest your head on the pillow ever since they got you.

“I’m guessing you want the less bitter option.” You hummed, crouched beside the bed, and reached under for the box of tonics.

She nods, still looking around until her gaze reaches the sight of your open closet. Two polos were hung by hangers; two hoodies folded neatly on the shelf next to folded sweatpants.

‘You were telling the truth…’

She thought, thinking back, how you admitted not having much clothing in your possession.

“Okay, got it.” You grunt, standing with the box of tonics in your hands. Patting your chest pocket to check on Bubby and relax when he’s still there.

“Let’s go?”

She turned and gave you a nod, following you out back to the elevator, giving a final glance at your room before closing the door behind her.

“I think you’ll like this one. It’s got honey, so it wouldn’t be as bitter.” You open the box and hand Rumi a pouch, letting her examine the product, making sure it isn’t covered with another false label.

“This is what you got back at the clinic?” She scoffs a laugh, “How did you know mine was a sham anyway?”

“I’ve dealt with a few back in the small town I was hiding in. I got adopted like a stray raccoon by grandma. She just started giving me food and her grandson’s old clothes.” You tug at your hoodie sleeve, feeling the well-loved clothing soft against your skin.

“She would’ve given me women's clothing, but she only has sons, and I could barely fit in her own clothes.” You chuckle, “after earning a handful of money, I managed to buy myself essentials like my own hygiene products, underwear that finally fits me, and even got Bubby some new fabrics to patch him up.”

You spoke fondly of Bubby that Rumi wonders; what’s so special about the shark you always have in your shirt pockets?

“Though, he’s still a bit stained and worn from our adventures...” You hum, pulling Bubby out of your pocket and handing him carefully to Rumi. “But he’s happy, and that’s all I could ever ask for.”

The smile on your lips puts her at ease, looking down at the derpy shark she’s cradled in her palm while the elevator slowly rises you up to the bedrooms.

“Did you… make him?” She asked curiously,

“Kind of? I just patched him up after finding him. But after so much patching up, I guess you could say I made about 90% of him. I also had to get creative with his stuffings.”

She stared at Bubby as he stared back. It might’ve been the light or lack of sleep, but she could’ve sworn the shark looked relaxed and melted in her palm.

“He likes you.” You smiled fondly, looking at Bubby.

“How can you tell?”

The elevator dinged, and you two stepped out, treading to Rumi’s room while being quiet with your early morning game of twenty questions.

“A feeling.” You answered, letting her open her door and invite you in. “It’s like a small cool feeling in my chest, followed by warmth like he’s hugging my heart. You'd get his signs once you're used to him."

You set the box of tonics down, replacing Rumi’s with yours and the false tonics beside her bed. A grunt came from your throat as you stretched and set yourself down on the floor next to her bed, where she’s sat.

“What are you doing?” The pop star questioned, looking down at you from the foot of her bed.

“Making myself comfortable.” The nonchalant remark caught her by surprise, as she watched you laze back and break open a ‘tonic’.

“Mm, grape flavor.” You smiled up at Rumi, shaking the juice pouch in your hand while patting her bed with the other. “Come on, you can lie down while we do this twenty questions game.”

She was charmed by your simplicity, feeling at home instead of the pressure she thought would bear on her shoulders.

“Sure,” She agreed with a roll of her eyes, gently handing you her tonic and Bubby. “Just let me change a second.”

She leaves for the bathroom, leaving you reclining back against her bedside table, sipping on the juice pouch while cradling Bubby.

You look ahead where you stared out the big glass window overlooking the balcony garden, a lazy smile ghosting your lips as a fond memory pop in your head.

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“Bubby, where are you?”

You called out, hands cupped around your mouth to enhance the volume of your voice.

“We have to go now.”

A beat passes, and you sigh when you hear no familiar noise of the shark.

“Hide and seek, then.” A grunt came from your throat as you gracefully weaved your hands, watching threads tangle and slip. Squinting at the luminous lines until you pinched a specific thread, jagged yet strong.

“Okay, where are you, rascal?” You mutter, shaking the thread off the pile and watching it flow through the air until it finds its host.

You follow the line, smiling to yourself when you find the shark. Dispersing the threads, you walked silently until you were behind him.

“Fun?”

Bubby looked up. The spirit land shark beamed his toothy grin at you, face full of mud and ash from the demon soil you both stepped on, but it didn’t seem to mind him since he kept trying to reach a fruit high up with his paws.

“Berries?” You chuckle, Bubby nodding as he circled around you and tugged on the hem of your shirt. “Okay, we can take a few berries, but then we have to go home.”

He cooed, eyes wide as he stared while you collected the giant berries with anticipation.

“Done,” you announced, giving Bubby one berry to devour in a second, “pocket time~”

He wiggles on the ground, tail wagging as he shrunk in size and climbed onto your palm with tiny stomps of his paws, eagerly snuggling into his favorite place—your shirt pocket.

You head back to where you both reside, feeding Bubby the berries while you tell him your next adventure.

“—and since you’re already eating, I suppose you won’t need dinner?” You teased,

Bubby paused, looking up at you with his beady eyes, and what you assume was a pout on his stained little face while he clutched onto the piece of berry you gave him.

You laugh, giving him a small head rub with your pointer finger, careful of his broken dorsal fin. “I’m just kidding, you know I’d never do that.”

He huffs, biting your finger and leaving indents of his teeth with a pink stain from his snack.

“Sorry~” you cooed teasingly, leaving him to snack in peace. “You really do love berries, huh?”

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You stared at Bubby now in your palm, smiling as he snoozes away, too tired to even move.

As odd as it was, staring at an inanimate object like it was alive, you see what Bubby is doing, regardless of whether his plushie body moves or not.

'Click-'

The door opens again, causing you to perk up and see Rumi return with different clothes, then throwing her pajama pants into her mesh bin.

This confused you.

“You’re throwing that away?” You questioned in slight surprise, seeing how the clothing didn’t have any faults of any sort.

“I— yeah, it’s just not my thing, I guess.” The lame excuse was her reply, to which you didn’t believe in a second.

But you’re not one to push.

“…can I have it instead?”

She turned to look at you, then at the pajama pants with cartoon bears and trains, then back to you.

“You’re going to wear that?” She points to the discarded apparel.

“If it fits, sure. If not, I can use the fabric to either patch up Bubby or sew more front pockets on my future shirts.”

The casual response was followed by you chugging the whole juice you were sipping on, draining the container before opening another after discarding the trash into the box.

Rumi thinks for a moment before reluctantly agreeing with your reasoning.

It was better for you to have it than for her to throw it away if it’s useful to you anyway. So she takes back the pants from the bin, even folding them neatly before handing them to you and climbing onto her bed.

“You’re weird for a demon-human mix.” She mutters while resting her back on her pillows and cushioned headboard, hugging a teddy bear in her arms.

“Eh, I just find it better to think of other uses for something it's done its purpose of.” You chuckle, handing Rumi her tonic back, “Why give up on it when it still has potential to do something else?”

She takes the tonic and cracks it open, gazing at you in reflection of your words as she sips the drink.

“Wow, these are good.” She droned in surprise, peeking at the label.

“I’m glad.” You sighed with a smile, “If you didn’t like it, I would’ve brewed you tea instead. I still would if you’d like, just ask me.”

She smiles at your proposal, ducking her head down as she sips on her tonic again. “I’ll think about it.”

Silence filled Rumi’s room, a tranquil quiet that made the early daybreak peaceful.

“…so?”

Rumi blinked and turned to you beside her bed. “‘So’ what?”

“Your weird questions?” You remind her with a soft chuckle, voice becoming less firm due to weariness and the cushy ambiance in the hunter leader’s room.

She flinched with a blush, embarrassed she forgot your reason for being here was so she could have answers.

“R-right. Sorry about that.”

You hum, a lazy smile still on your face as you push your glasses up your nose.

“It’s fine, no need to apologize. I can tell you’re definitely Mi-young’s daughter, alright.”

That got Rumi’s attention. She was stunned at first before remembering you weren’t human and lived thousands of years ago, taking jobs that had you working in the entertainment industry, of course, you’d know her mother.

“Could we start there?”

The question was spoken softly—cautiously—like it was a stone hesitantly cast on fragile glass.

Your amused smile softens further into a casual one, “Sure thing. What do you want to know?”

There was that same reassurance in your voice, the feeling that it was okay for her to ask such knowledge, knowledge that there was no heavy weight hanging along the topic, or a false front of it being only about her mother’s legacy of hunter and idol, like when she asked Celine.

A jumble of questions ran through her head, making her struggle to form a coherent question to ask.

She wanted to know everything she could. Raw truth about things she always wondered. It took her a few moments; you patiently gave her time before she spoke in a shaky voice.

“My mom…” she gulped, “what was she like? Not as an idol or hunter… just her as a person.”

You watch her reaction behind your tinted glasses, resting an elbow on her mattress and holding your hand out between you two, palms up as you conjured your threads into place.

“She definitely wasn’t all angel and pure as the media puts her out to be, a troublemaker that one.”

The threads were woven with a slow flow, like they’re in water, moving around until they created a portrait of her mother.

“Just like you three, she gave me a run for my money. Always keeping me on my toes.”

The portrait dispersed, and two figures were in your palm, the taller one sluggishly chasing a cheery figure with a braid.

Rumi couldn’t look away even for a second, eyes focused on the figure of her mother, her breath quiet like it would disappear if she sighed.

“You got her appetite too.” You snorted with laughter, the threads creating another scene that showed Mi-young devouring food with a delighted expression on her face. “She even snatched mine when we all ate together once.”

The lines moved to show Mi-young stealing your bowl and smacking your hand when you tried to take it back.

Rumi lets out a quiet laugh, fondly smiling at how childish and carefree her mother was.

“And despite the troubles we faced then, she always had a bigger heart than everyone.”

Your brows furrowed with endearment as the Honmoon threads showed each of the kind deeds you witnessed back then.

“Her ability to love anything and everything, seeing beauty even in dreadful situations… it was something I admire and envy about her.”

Rumi’s hand subconsciously reached to her arm, a dazed look on her face as she thinks of her heritage.

You caught this with a small smile, gently closing your hand to rid of the threads and opening it back to reveal your marks.

“To love something unusual.” You quoted softly, watching Rumi stare at your demonic feature slowly climb up your arm.

“I can tell she was loved right.” You moved your hand closer to Rumi, giving her enough space to pull back if she chooses to.

She tentatively reached a shaky hand and rested it on your palm, her marks appearing with the same slow creeping as it glowed softly in her dimmed room.

Brushing your thumb over her knuckles, you couldn’t help but be in awe of her patterns— of her as a whole.

“She loved a demon that loved her just as much, so much so that you came to be.”

She looks down at you, already staring up at her while your body faces her fully beside her bed.

“There’s no shame in the marks that manifested from your father’s side. Amazingly, you became something so extraordinary—created with pure love instead of dreadful hate. I can only assume she loved him dearly as she would've with you.”

You tilt your head slightly to the side as you observe how her marks peek out of the collar of her hoodie, clinging to her skin while its glow fades in and out in response to yours.

“You’re smothered with her love, Rumi.”

She bit her bottom lip as it quivered before she spoke,

“But she’s not here…”

You were quick to respond gently, “It doesn’t mean there won’t be other people who wouldn’t do the same.”

You put your juice pouch down and took Bubby out of your pocket once more, turning Rumi’s hand over and gently setting the shark in her palm.

“Bubby here is one of them. See? He's sad you're sad, he's giving you all his love right now.”

The idol gaped at the shark that stared back at her with its derpy face, his eyes looking much glossier than usual as if trying his hardest to convey his adoration for the hunter in front of him.

You let her take Bubby, watching with a smile as she tried her best to hold back her tears.

“There’s nothing wrong with what you are. I’m sorry that you were taught otherwise…”

She choked up, raising her hand to wipe the tears that started falling, using her hoodie sleeve to soak up every cry. The wall she put up to hide her faults and fears finally crumbled in front of you, trusting you enough to care and do no harm when she’s at her most vulnerable state.

You comfort her until her cries died down to sniffles, having to undo her braid midway through her crying and care for her as she winds down, finally too tired to push on as she lies down holding her bear with Bubby in between.

“Let’s continue answering your questions tomorrow, okay?” You whispered softly, brushing your hand through her hair, coaxing her to sleep.

“But I have so much to ask—“ “and I’ll still be here to answer every single one.”

You cut off her weak protest, resting your cheek on your palm on her bed. She was overwhelmed already; you didn't want to exhaust her further with the strain of her state.

“Promise?” She tried looking through your tinted glasses with her puffy eyes.

“Promise, even when fire dwindles to smoke.” You give her a nod, patting her hand that held Bubby close to her cheek while still combing your other hand through her purple locks.

“Get some sleep, you had a long day today. Good job…”

She complied, and her eyes fluttered shut, her breathing even as well as she relaxed into her mattress.

You turn to Bubby with a fond tilt of your head as he sleeps with the idol.

“Watch over them, Bubby. They’re significant to us, you hear?”

The shark glowed faintly for a brief moment as if agreeing with you, making you smile as you put away your demonic heritage, the room dimming back without your glow.

It will take several factions of demon and human armies alike to bring you down, but you’d be damned if they got harmed under your wing. You wouldn’t let that happen; you’ve grown since then.

You sigh again many times this night, finding the bell you gave Rumi in the pajama pockets. Pluck a thread from your worm hoodie and tie the bell around Bubby.

‘They’ll be fine.’

You thought to yourself as you looked up at the ceiling to stare at the Honmoon, settling comfortably on the floor next to Rumi’s bed, sipping on your forgotten juice pouch before taking a much-needed rest, but still keeping watch.

You were tired, but that’s fine.

You’ll push through your exhaustion if it means keeping everyone safe.

No one will die under your wings.

Not this time.

Not again.

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I only managed to push past 6k words to 7k, lol. My laptop legit overheated and wheezed when I started typing past the 6,050 word count. Let me know if any corrections are needed.

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groovycreatormughoagie · 5 days ago

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More Bubby!!!

It turned into a comic lol.

THE B(bee) BOYS

When Bobby left:

Bonus: Bobby came back. (Bubs threw a tantrum for 3 hours straight, then put to another nap before Bobby came back)

The parents who handled the tantrum:

(What if: ComicArt, but from my fanfiction chapters... hmm🤔( -д-)(ｰдｰ)(ー_ー;)or little scenarios that may or may not be related to the stories.)

#GrooveysArtDump #GrooveysArtDumpKPDH

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groovycreatormughoagie · 6 days ago

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Hey, I love your writing the details are everything. I like your drawings Bubby is so cute 🥰 I have a question, is reader going to wear suits? 😮‍💨

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my messy writing. ��️

And to answer your question, yes. Reader will be wearing suits WHEN it's professional bodyguard duties (AKA events) because it's her uniform and basically just a formality, showing your professionalism and seriousness towards your job as the Huntrix's personal guard. But if it's just casual outings such as snack hauls, mall or other shenanigans, reader will be wearing whatever is available in her closet. (Not much at the moment 'coz she broke broke lmao.)

I mean, IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES—👀

(Yes, I did draw Y/N in different outfits that does not compliment well with everything, but I just draw, I ain't a fashion dive like Mira. Lol.)

I see my "Y/N" as someone who doesn't spend much money on different clothing. She mostly focuses on necessities like food, bills, etc.

(Y'all, I know she looked like a dude in my first art, but I promise she has assets! 😭🙏 She wears worn, oversized, baggy hand-me-downs, of course we won't be able to see the goods!)

Like I said before, you can imagine how the reader looks. My art is just how I imagine her to look like, it doesn't really link to the story.

As a bonus, here. Have a baby Bubby because I love this Boi so much. 🦈( T∀T)🫶

#GrooveysArtDump #GrooveysArtDumpKPDH #GrooveysQ&A

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groovycreatormughoagie · 7 days ago

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Quack? Chirp? 🐤

10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board

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groovycreatormughoagie · 7 days ago

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SIDE STORY: Song from the Soul || Mira X Reader

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Note: Little Groovy Nuggets, here are MORE CRUMBS!! Big Groovey here is still fighting her laptop demon. Enjoy! Tip: Ignore the lyrics and read the scenario happening if you have the music playing— if it helps <3

Warning: Song Fic / Established Relationship (Mira x Reader) / No use of swear words (Surprising) / use of "Y/N" / not edited / not proofread thoroughly

Word Count: 2.8k

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It was a simple movie night. Cuddling on the couch with her friends and lover, eating snacks with no care in the world, with the projector playing their horrible choice of movie, and the speakers blasting it around the room.

But of course, nothing went to plan. The simple movie night became a sleepover of some sort, with fake vines of flowers and blinking lights that hung from the ceiling with tape, courtesy of Zoey and Y/N’s combined efforts to make the experience “magical,” as they insisted. The large dance studio was transformed into an improvised sleepover theater.

Currently, the place was a mess, evidence of the joyous activities and games played the whole night. Snacks littered the coffee table, blankets and pillows were strewn across every surface. The corner even has a fort built from couch cushions that you all gathered together. It was necessary, says the Mak-nae. No one argued, though you enjoyed being inside the fort. It felt comforting in a way, like a childish type of comfort where you feel content bundled in blankets on a cold winter morning.

All of you were deep into UNO with a twist of truths and dares, of course, avoiding any harm and discomfort by providing boundaries and rules that a player can back out if it makes them too uncomfortable.

Rumi is sporting several sweaters and stacks of caps after being dared to wear every clothing inside the dance studio closets.

Zoey’s hair was a mess, having dared to do as many hairstyles as possible. It looked ridiculous, but she managed to do 7 styles in one before complaining that her arms were getting sore, which was still impressive.

Mira was somewhat spared by only being dared to eat one of each snack available at the same time. The taste was horrendous to say the least, but she had your beverage to steal anyway. Though the taste often lingered ever so often that you let her keep the drink, even going back to the kitchen to fetch more at her request.

You, on the other hand, were just as messy as the former two. With markers and makeup doodled on every exposed skin, your pajamas replaced with an even more ridiculous attire, hair tied to a mess of different styles.

“‘Plus 4’, Y/N. Truth or Dare?” Rumi grins, slamming a ‘+4’ card on the pile that caused you to groan from inside the fort you lay stomach down in.

“Dare. I feel like you’re cheating.” You grumble, collecting your four extra cards from the deck, eyeing Rumi with suspicion.

Mira and Zoey snickered at the amount of cards you have on hand, watching with amusement as you sulked while you collected cards like you’re collecting debt.

“I dare you to have a dance battle with Mira.”

That made everyone perk up. Zoey grinning from ear to ear, Mira blinking in bewilderment at the dare.

“Oooh! This is going to be so good! Come on, up!” The Mak-nae bounced in her seat before hastily pulling you out of the fort and taking your place.

“Hey, she’s the lead dancer. Can’t I have a handicap?” You snorted a laugh, standing up and warming up your body to avoid injury.

“Winner gets to give all but one card to the loser, and no handicap for you. Mira goes first.” Rumi added, also scooting next to Zoey inside the fort to watch the scene in front of them. Mira chuckles at the additional clarification.

“Whoa, seriously? Prepare to lose. Never lost a dance battle since then.” She declared with confidence as she dusted her hands of crumbs and stood up afterwards.

“I’ll be the one breaking this dance streak, sweetheart.” You banter back, a fond smile on your lips when you catch a glimpse of her reddened ears.

“In your dreams!” She threw back with a passionate declaration, standing in front of you to size you up, make you flustered, and trip you up somehow.

“Can you two stop flirting and battle already?” Zoey whined as she and Rumi munched on a bowl of mixed candies.

The two of you laughed, kissing her forehead and whispering ‘good luck,’ only for her to wink back with a ‘you’re the one needing it’ before walking away to create an appropriate distance between you.

You turned to the fort and gave the two a wink and thumbs up when Mira’s back was turned. It gave the two a signal, Rumi playing a song on her phone that’s connected to the speakers.

A booming beat comes in, the bass shaking the walls of the dance room as Mira’s body moved to the rhythm. It was one of their samples, one they kept aside for a ‘just in case’ situation. It was energetic, upbeat, and very crowd-hyping.

Just like water, her body swayed with fluidity, then popped sharp halts with every bounce that had you gawking as always. Watching your beloved get lost in her art of dance, one that has her shining brighter no matter what, you felt every emotion in your heart swell all at once.

The piece fades with Mira out of breath, finishing strong with a pose in the end that had you and the two girls clapping for her.

“Woo! 9 points!” Zoey cheered, holding up a notebook with the number ‘9’ surrounded by doodles.

“I’d say an 8.7 points for me.” Rumi grins, holding up her own scoring notebook.

Mira shrugs as she catches her breath, “I’ll take it.” She huffs, hands on her waist.

You approached, handing her some water to cool down. She took it with a breathless ‘thanks’ and drank her fatigue away.

“Helping the enemy?” She teased, handing you the tumbler back.

“Helping my girlfriend.” You cheekily giggled, wiping the corner of her lips as you took the tumbler back.

She smacks your shoulder with a harmless swat and a flustered face, though that might’ve been because of the dance.

“Now I’d like to see you try, doodle face.” She challenged, arms crossed with a look of amusement as you put the water away and get yourself ready.

But you didn’t stop walking in the middle of your ‘stage’, you kept walking until you were in front of her.

She was confused, about to ask what this was about, until you gently pulled her to the center, in front of the projector. Smiling warmly as you guided her hand to your shoulder, yours on her waist, and both of your free hands intertwined to the side.

==={ Now Playing: ONLY - LeeHi }===

Your song came, a song she had never heard of before. The melodic synth piano comes in like a fantasy, just like how you carried her through the dance.

Be my only one

The name I want to call you next to me

이렇게 부르고 싶은 이름 내 곁에

Let's hold hands and walk together

손을 잡고서 같이 걸어요

Your soft voice, a recorded one, fills the room through the speakers that boomed her beats earlier, a vast contrast between you two, of how different yet similar you both are. You were softer than she could ever be, but love her with just the same passion as she does.

She felt your hand caress her hand, and she returned a gentle squeeze, relaxing at your actions.

Even on rainy nights and lonely days

비가 오는 밤에도, 외로웠던 낮에도

Fill me with your bright colors

그대 환한 빛깔을 내게 가득 칠해줘요

I'll do better, if you stay with me like this

내가 더 잘할게요, 이렇게 같이 있어준다면

Shocked as she was, she didn’t make any move to remove herself from your hold. Too entranced as you guide her steps to the unfamiliar slow rhythm of a waltz. The patterns were far slower than her upbeat steps, which made her slightly stumble at the change of pace.

Now I believe

A song called la la la la

라랄라랄라라 부르는 노래

With you who searched and searched and searched

찾고 찾고 찾아 헤매이던 그대와

My, oh my, oh my, oh my love

My, oh my, oh my, oh 내 사랑

Be my only love

The lights hung in the room changed, fading to a dwindling of colors thanks to Zoey’s remote.

Mira kept her head down, looking at her feet. Feeling flustered and frustrated when her steps couldn’t quite catch up with yours perfectly. Too quick, too late, wide, or her bunny slippers stepping on top of your foot. She mutters an apology every time, but you just smiled despite her being unable to see it.

You could see her efforts. She was under the soft, twinkling fake stars on the ceiling, and that was enough.

With every step you take

걸어 걸어가는 발걸음마다

I feel good, it’s like we’re dancing together

기분 좋아 꼭 둘이서 추는 춤 같아

My, oh my, oh my, oh my love

My, oh my, oh my, oh 내 사랑

Be my only love

When her rhythm finally matches yours at a decent pace, she finally began to listen to the song your voice was singing through the speakers.

You kept her close, as she stared at your messy face full of marker lines and makeup. Slowly getting lost in your own world. It was a messy dance, but it was authentically yours nonetheless.

Be my only one

Now I can say it without hiding it

이제는 숨기지 않고도 말할 수 있어

I wanted to say so much, say “I love you”

그렇게나 말하고 싶던 I say "I love you"

A warm smile was plastered on your face as you fondly stared back at her, mouth moving to sing along to your own voice in the speakers, loud enough for her to hear in real time.

It was normal for you two to think about how much you love each other, though saying it out loud both scared you when you first got together. So to hear you finally say it out loud, it made her heart flutter lighter than ever, and it made her love clearer.

Then the projection behind you caught her attention as it switched from the forgotten movie to show pictures.

Even at night, when you want to rest, even in the morning, when you are busy

쉬고 싶은 밤에도, 바쁘던 아침에도

You prepare a place for me in your heart

그대 내게 쉴 곳을 마음속에 마련해요

I'll do better, if you share your heart with me

내가 더 잘할게요, 그 맘을 내게 나눠준다면

The images changed with each slow beat.

From her concert images, to backstage where the trio were drained of energy, you were there. In every event, you were a constant in her life she never once thought without. Every photo made her remember the times she struggled to say it, say ‘I love you’ in reassurance, a thank you, or a simple declaration. She was scared, and so were you.

And yet, your love didn’t require the words. It wasn’t loud like the concerts, hectic like their schedules. It was quiet, soothing, a home she knows she can always come back to.

Now I believe

A song called la la la la

라랄라랄라라 부르는 노래

With you who searched and searched and searched

찾고 찾고 찾아 헤매이던 그대와

My, oh my, oh my, oh my love

My, oh my, oh my, oh 내 사랑

Be my only love

Her eyes were kept on the screen where her shadow and yours block a small portion of the contents, but she kept watching as she danced with you in place.

The next came a montage of candid videos of you, caught dancing alone. Practicing, she realizes.

Variety shows, concerts, interviews, and fan events. All captured you alone behind the scenes, no one as a witness, looking ahead with your hands up in a proper form, and took slow steps in a boxed pattern. It didn’t matter when or where you were; you always practiced with every opportunity.

My only one, when I see you

My only one 그대를 보면

I want to lean on you, I want you to have it

기대고 싶어 가지고 싶어

With this love, I think even my clumsy dreams will come true.

이 사랑이라면 어설픈 꿈도 이뤄질 것 같은데

The progress was evident with each video of you becoming more polished with the steps.

One caught you smiling proudly as you smoothly transitioned to each step with fluid motions. She has never seen you grin so brightly and childlike; it was endearing.

Another clip showed you almost getting caught by Bobby, suddenly moving as if you were dusting your clothes off, like you weren’t just practicing in the empty hallways. It got her amused and chuckling at the scene, watching you awkwardly wave to Bobby before your shoulders sagged in relief once he was gone.

Now I believe

Every step you take (steps you take)

걸어걸어 가는 발걸음마다 (걸어 가는 발걸음)

I feel good, it’s like we’re dancing together

기분 좋아 꼭 둘이서 추는 춤 같아

My, oh my, oh my, oh my love

My, oh my, oh my, oh 내 사랑

Be my only love

You’re in love, all you’re thinking about is spending every single second of the day with Mira, thinking about all the crazy activities you could do together. Even considering trying new things you never would’ve before meeting her, but her schedule and fame couldn’t give you all of it— and that was fine.

Because she’s here, in your arms, where she chose to stay.

Even as you’re ordered to be up all night doing your work, you keep practicing.

The projection then slides to a shaky video, presumably Zoey and Rumi, recording you dancing alone on the rooftops. Hushed whispers and giggles could be heard behind the camera until you turned around. Face flushed and in your flamingo pajamas, you ran at them, which made them scamper off. The camera was shaking vigorously as the two camerawomen flew down the stairs and down the hallways with you on their tails.

랄랄랄라라라라라, 라

lallallallalalalala, la

랄랄랄라라라라 라라라

lallallallalalala lalala

랄랄랄라라라라

lallallallalalala

My only one

The clip cuts off and slides to a picture from your social media. A private account where you have a snapshot of Mira at a restaurant, the photo captioned with ‘Am I a part-time photographer? I caught myself a star <3 Maybe if I wish, it will come true.’

Your song fades out with its beautiful synth melody, making Mira turn her head in a trance back to you.

She stared for a moment before soft laughter escaped her lips, “I’m a 'star'? I don’t think I ever fulfilled any wish.”

You look at her so sickeningly sweet and in love, watching her reaction like it costs more than life itself.

“Then, will you?” You asked softly with a breathy chuckle.

“Fulfill a wish? The moon our spotlight, the earth our stage. Me as your partner,” You knelt, holding up the ring you have secretly purchased, “our love as our song, this life and beyond as our performance…”

She was frozen in place, looking down at you in front of her, surprised by your courage and devotion this whole night.

“Let’s dance together ‘til the ends of time, Mira. In every lifetime.” You finally proposed with the exact captivating smile she consistently fell for.

She turned her head to the corner of the room where her bandmates were situated in the fort. Both Rumi and Zoey were holding their notebooks with ‘SAY’ ‘YES!!!’ respectively, hearts and doodles of you two on the page they were carrying with trembling hands from excitement. They were supporting the biggest milestone of her relationship.

She looked back at your disheveled and ridiculous state, and her heart eventually settled at the realization that this was it. A life she never thought to even deserve. A found family she’s welcome in as herself, and now, you. Someone who took the efforts of loving her she never asked for, but you did it because you wanted to— because you wanted her.

In many years of her life, she never thought she would one day say 'yes' to a decision with no hesitation.

The trio cheered after her answer, and you all celebrated into the night. The girls gushed over the ring, and Mira questioned the two if they were in on it the whole time.

It wasn't a traditional proposal, something expensive and divine like others, but it was your idea. No script, no big scheme, just a messy but adorable and charming you. She wouldn't have it any other way.

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Side Story: Song From The Soul ||

-> Rumi X Reader

-> Zoey X Reader

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groovycreatormughoagie · 8 days ago

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The next chapter is taking longer. I'm literally fighting my laptop tooth and nail just so I can push past the 6k word count that my laptop is limiting me with because I want y'all to read something more lengthy. I'm struggling to REALLY push it because I WANT TO REACH THE FAN SIGNING EVENT!

So, Mira's side story will be posted first some time soon ✌️ sorry y'all.

I'll take about 3 to 5 questions about the reader, Lore-wise, and put them in future chapters for compensation if y'all want.

#i'm just rambling #maybe a crash out lol

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groovycreatormughoagie · 11 days ago

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Hia! Just want to say I absolutely love your writing, like help why how is your writing so peak. Anyways, not the point rn. I have a small question, so I read your side stories for Rumi and Zoey, and I was wondering, are you going to write a side story for Mira or have you already and I'm just blind or scroll too fast? Aways that was my only question, thx for your attention. Also don't forget to take care of you physically and mental health. :3 buh bye now!

Thank you 😊 🙏 don't forget your own physical and mental health as well.

As for the side story, you ain't blind lmao. Mira's side story is currently a work in progress in my notes, trying to polish the whole story flow. I post side stories when the main series' chapters takes me longer than I anticipated. I'd probably post Mira's Side Story first since my laptop is literally fighting me on writing over 6k words. It keeps crashing on me once I reach 3k ( TnT).

#GrooveysFanficKPDH #GrooveysQ&A

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groovycreatormughoagie · 11 days ago

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Sniff sniff Is the Reader to your fic where Y/N is like a hunterix guard and like. Are they a male *Sob* because I was making them a female cause Im one and then I saw your art and idk any moreeee (Also its cool if there are, I just generally want to know)

Y/N is Female, just really masculine with her type of clothing and whatnot. She's really broke and can't afford any other clothes besides her current Hoodies, Polos, and sweatpants, which she got as hand-me-downs from a grandma who took care of her like a granddaughter back when she was living in the tiny town, working several physically demanding jobs that earned her current physique.

People can imagine Y/N how they want; my art is just my own depiction of how I see Y/N. <3

I WILL put Y/N in a more feminine attire at some point, but I am still following the movie's plot. So, I can't really think of a scenario that fits the timeline (maybe after the movie). I already prepared some of the backstory stuff so I can flesh out Y/N's character/lore more for y'all.

Feel free to ask more questions if there are any <3

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groovycreatormughoagie · 12 days ago

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groovycreatormughoagie · 12 days ago

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My friend pointed out Bubby looks like on the verge of crying every time I drew him. They're not wrong, lmao.

KPDH-X-R Chapter 3 "Rooftop Encounter"

Anyways, next chapter will be out soon 🫶 the little grooveys you are shall be fed.

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groovycreatormughoagie · 12 days ago

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Okay but like— I keep seeing fics where the Reader is Rumi’s sister, right? 👀 But hear me out… what if Mira had a sister instead? Like… she bounces the second she’s old enough to leave home, and the very first person she goes looking for is Mira.

And here’s the kicker: they haven’t talked in YEARS because their parents straight‑up told Mira that (Y/N) hated her.

Idk guys… I feel like I’m cooking something here, just hear me out

The lost sister:

(Reader! Mira’s sister)

N/a: First of all, English is not my first language so please be kind.

Warnings: This story contains emotional and verbal abuse, physical abuse (a slap), strict parental control, body shaming and food restriction, references to trauma, and themes of running away and healing. Please read with care. 💜

W.C: 4000+. I think this is not a little snip anymore

You took a deep breath as you gripped your luggage tight, your hands trembling, chills running down your back as you stared up at the towering building in front of you. The HUNTR/X tower rose above the rest of the city, glowing against the busy skyline.

You’d come here from the only place you’d called home for the last twenty years. You weren’t even sure this was a good idea. Maybe they’d throw you out the window the second they saw you—if you even made it inside.

You were Mira’s younger sister, only two years apart, but you hadn’t seen her in almost seven years—not since she left home to chase her dream and join the biggest K‑pop group of the decade.

You hadn’t cut contact by choice. Your parents had forbidden you to write to her, insisting they couldn’t let their “wayward” daughter corrupt your “potential.”

Her leaving had sparked seven long years of hell for you. Your parents built you a golden cage, almost literally. You went nowhere but school. They monitored every “friendship,” though they were just the children of their work partners, always talking about their shallow, empty lives.

And ballet—your only extracurricular. “Permitted” would be too kind a word. It wasn’t passion, it was a puppet show. Your body moved stiffly through routines they demanded. You longed to move freely, to feel alive, but they never let you.

But that ended.

You’d reached your limit days ago. It happened at dinner. Your parents talked business as always; you weren’t allowed to speak. Your eyes lingered on the empty chair that once belonged to your sister. Your chest ached knowing she was out there, believing you hated her, when all you wanted was to see her, to tell her you were proud of everything she’d done.

You stared down at your “dinner”: a portion of salad no larger than your fist, a single glass of water. They never let you eat more. Your mother always said a ballerina’s body was everything, and if you gained weight, you’d be nothing.

You could smell the chicken they ate, rich and savory, filling the room with a scent that made your mouth water. You hadn’t eaten all day—just an apple that morning. Would it hurt to take one bite?

You told yourself no, you deserved it. You needed something to keep your spirit alive. Carefully, you reached for the platter.

A hand gripped your wrist—too hard.

“What do you think you’re doing?” your mother hissed, eyes like daggers, as if you were the worst sinner alive.

You froze, stammering, “I—I just wanted a little bit of—”

She cut you off with a sharp, bitter laugh. “Since when did you turn into a pig?” she spat, shoving your arm away. “I told you already—cut your portions. Haven’t you noticed you’re not getting lead roles anymore? They can’t lift you. You’re too fat.”

Fat.

The word split something inside you each time she said it. Your mind twisted—because you knew what you saw in the mirror:

Pale skin.

Hollow eyes.

Ribs showing.

You knew you weren’t, but her voice clawed at your mind. What if she’s right? What if…?

You hated yourself for thinking it.

Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to reason with her. “But I just wanted a little… I barely ate today, it won’t hurt me.”

The response didn’t come from her. It came from across the table.

You didn’t see it coming—only felt the sting of a slap explode across your cheek.

SMACK!

Your head snapped to the side, stunned. Your brain froze as you realized: it was your mother who had struck you.

Silence fell. Only your shaky breaths filled the room. You pressed your palm to your burning cheek. Slowly, you turned back to her. She just looked at you, expression blank, and went back to eating as if it were nothing.

God, how you wished it were the first time.

It started after Mira left. You told yourself it was her way of venting her anger at losing control over your sister. Sometimes you even believed you deserved it—if only you could be stronger, better, more. But for them, “more” was never enough. You could reach for the sun itself, and they’d demand the moon.

“Such a waste,” your father muttered from the other end of the table, his first words all evening.

Your blood went cold. A waste? After everything you’d endured in silence?

Something in you cracked.

“A waste?” you echoed, voice trembling, turning toward him. “That’s all I am to you? A waste? Have you even looked at the kind of person you are—”

Your mother’s utensils clattered against the table as she stood. Your father gaped at you, shock morphing into anger.

“How dare you—?” he started, but you cut him off with a laugh, dry and bitter.

“How dare I? Have you not been living under this roof for the past seven years? Have you not seen how narcissistic and controlling you both are?” The words poured out of you, unstoppable, a flood breaking through a dam. “You’ve controlled how I dress, how I walk, what I say—my entire life! And you think I’m a waste? I’ve done everything you demanded! I even stopped talking to my own sister because of you!”

Your chest heaved, rage shaking your voice. “You’re so angry you couldn’t control her, so you punish me instead. Well, guess what? She was brave enough to leave this hell—and I should have, too!”

Your parents sat frozen, unable to process the torrent of words from your lips. You stared at them one last time and turned, heading for the stairs.

“If you take one more step, you’re dead to us!” your father bellowed behind you. “You’ll have nothing. Ever again.”

You stopped, turned, eyes burning. “If having nothing means being free, then I’d rather lose everything than spend one more damn second here. No amount of money is worth what you’ve done to me.”

You stormed up to your room. Heart pounding, you grabbed a bag, shoving in clothes, the little money you’d hidden, and your passport. You climbed out the window to avoid seeing them again.

That was three days ago. You had no plan. Just one destination in your heart: you needed to see your sister. Even if she hated you, you had to see her.

And that led you here, to the reception desk of the HUNTR/X tower.

You hadn’t even noticed you’d crossed the street mid‑thought, mind drifting too far inside itself. The doorman’s voice pulled you back.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” you asked, cheeks heating with embarrassment.

“No worries, miss. How can I help you?” the older man said gently. “Are you lost?”

You shook your head. “No… no. I’m looking for Mira.” The words tumbled out before you could stop them. An idol. You couldn’t just walk in and ask for her.

What are you thinking, (Y/N)? They’re going to think you’re crazy.

The doorman’s raised brow confirmed your fear. You could be any fan off the street. You scrambled for words. “I know it sounds strange, but she really knows me. Just tell her (Y/N) is here. If she says no, I’ll leave. I swear.”

Maybe it was the conviction in your voice, the desperation in your eyes, or something familiar in your face, but he nodded. He picked up the phone and dialed.

You stood frozen as he spoke. “Good evening, Miss Zoey, sorry to disturb you… yes, I have a young lady here asking for Miss Mira… yes, she says her name is (Y/N)….”

You heard a sharp sound on the other end, like glass breaking. The doorman pulled the phone back from his ear as a loud crash echoed through the receiver.

“Is everything alright, Miss Zoey?” he asked, leaning back in. He listened, nodded, and hung up.

“Well, Miss (Y/N),” he said at last, gesturing toward the elevator, “you may go up. The elevator will take you to the top floor.”

“Thank you so much, Mr…?” you began, trailing off.

“Seong-min, at your service,” he replied with a calm smile. You bowed slightly and stepped into the elevator.

The doors closed, and you could swear your heartbeat rattled the walls. But it was only you, shaking. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror: the bruised cheek, the hollow eyes. Your chest tightened.

The elevator chimed. You turned as the doors opened and stepped out into a warm, softly lit penthouse. It smelled of comfort, of home—something you thought you’d never feel again.

Then you saw her. Mira. Taller than before, sharp eyes you remembered, her hair now pink, though you’d only seen that in photos. Two girls stood by her side—Zoey’s dark hair framing a concerned face, her hands steady on Mira’s shoulders; Rumi’s purple hair catching the light as she picked up shattered glass from the floor. So you hadn’t imagined that crash after all.

Zoey and Rumi’s eyes darted between you and Mira. And Mira… Mira didn’t look away. She scanned every inch of you until her eyes caught the bruise on your cheek. Her expression shifted—anger? hurt? You couldn’t tell.

“Leave us alone,” she said quietly, but you heard every word. Her voice was deeper now, rougher than in your memories.

Zoey and Rumi obeyed instantly, shooting you one last worried glance before vanishing down the hall.

You stood frozen near the elevator as Mira stepped slowly closer, never breaking eye contact.

“Mira… I… I…” Words failed you. Your thoughts spun out of control, but then her arms wrapped around you, pulling you in tight.

“I can’t believe you’re here, (Y/N). God, I missed you,” she whispered.

The tears spilled before you could stop them. You clung to her, sobbing, feeling her shake with her own cries. Time dissolved. You didn’t know how long you stayed there, wrapped around each other, holding on like the world might end if you let go.

When you finally stepped back, both your eyes were red, your cheeks streaked with tears.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this,” you blurted out, voice trembling. “I understand if you hate me. I just… I needed to see you. To say I’m sorry. I never wanted you to leave. I missed you every day, Mira… I get it if you don’t want to see me again—”

“Whoa, whoa, breathe with me,” she murmured, inhaling deeply, and you matched her rhythm. “I don’t hate you. You’re my sister. Why would I ever hate you? But… how did you even get here?”

You told her everything. Every nightmare detail. The silence. The restrictions. The slap. The dinner. The train. The escape. She held your hand, listened, and cried with you. She held you tighter with each word, her jaw clenched with rage at parents who had failed you both.

But she was proud of you too. Proud of your courage. Proud that you’d survived.

Hours passed. You didn’t notice when your eyes grew heavy, when your head leaned against her shoulder, when your breathing slowed. Mira noticed, though. She eased you down onto the sofa, tucked a pillow under your head, and draped a blanket over you.

“Sweet dreams, (Y/N). I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again,” she whispered, kissing your forehead before slipping away.

She found Zoey and Rumi in Zoey’s room, worry etched on their faces. They rushed to her with questions, but she told them everything.

“If I hadn’t left… she wouldn’t be like this. I should have taken her with me. I left her—” Mira’s voice broke.

“No, Mira,” Rumi said firmly, a steady hand on her shoulder. “You couldn’t have known. You deserved to live too. Look at her now—she’s here. You can protect her. Be her sister.”

“She’s right,” Zoey added softly. “You’re here now. And we’re here for you. For both of you.”

Mira smiled through her tears, overwhelmed by the support. Life had forced her to build walls high and strong, but with you back in her arms, those walls crumbled.

Her sister was home. And she would never let you face the dark alone again.

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Okay sooo… that turned out way better than I thought it would—and way longer lmao.

Hope y’all like it! I’m low‑key thinking about a part two but I can’t decide if it should be before or after the movie events because, like… obviously I wanna throw the Saja boys in there (👀 maybe even as love interests?? 👀)

First fic I drop here and… wow?? 👀✨

Lemme know what you guys think!

—> Part 2?

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