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[kurizz]

you're the sweeteeeest urgh🫶🏻 i really appreciate thattt it made me feel better

just cant help thinking my writing sucks nyahaha but your words made me happy u sweetieee. it might even be enough fuel for me to start right now😤

also LOL what did you first write about huh👀

More miromabby? 🥺 your writing is so good!

thank you!!! honestly can't reread them anymore cuz i might get the urge to delete them. im on vacay rn so i haven't been writing wuh-oh.

then classes start next week so iono when i could post... or maybe i could start now for a bit but mmm it'd be so ugly ugh i gotta get into the zone

[kurizz]

More miromabby? 🥺 your writing is so good!

thank you!!! honestly can't reread them anymore cuz i might get the urge to delete them. im on vacay rn so i haven't been writing wuh-oh.

then classes start next week so iono when i could post... or maybe i could start now for a bit but mmm it'd be so ugly ugh i gotta get into the zone

[kurizz]

Summary: Zoey goes out for an evening walk in the park and spots a plushie of her. She looks around for who the owner might be. A man in a hoodie claims it as his and the voice is familiar. 

Word Count: 1590

a/n: another au of the saja boys as humans

The moonlit park was alive, filled with a harmonic blend of nature and people. Unlike the silhouettes moving in pairs or groups, Zoey wasn’t with any company. She had declined when Rumi and Mira offered to join her, saying she wanted some time alone. Dressed in cartoon-printed pajamas and wearing a face mask to hide her face, she strutted around without much care.

For her, there was just something adventurous and exciting about strolling alone at night, like stepping out to a mystery waiting to be discovered. 

Her eyes shut as the nightly breeze cooled her face, soaking in on the feeling against her skin. She had forgotten to grab a jacket, so it was a bit chilly in the clothes she was wearing. Opening her eyes again, she watched as the trees swayed, the birds flapped their wings…and then, she spotted a Zoey plushie.

There it was, sitting all alone on the nearby bench, its lifeless eyes staring back at her. Her head whipped from left to right as she wondered who could have left it. The poor plushie had been abandoned by its owner. Whether it was intentional or not, she didn’t know.

Zoey cradled it in her arms, its soft fur sinking into her touch. It was in good condition, suggesting it had been well cared for. Yet, it had been left behind and forgotten.

With a huff, she pinched the plushie’s hand. “How dare they abandon you like this?”

Its shadow was cast over her as she held it up. “Look how cute you are!”

If anyone had been close enough to hear her, they might’ve thought she was crazy for talking to herself. Another huff escaped her as she placed the plushie on her lap.

“I'll take better care of you.”

It was a good thing she found it, at least.

“That's mine,” a man growled, startling her.

She leaned back against the bench, pressing the plushie to her chest, eyes wide. A man loomed over her, his face obscured by the night and hidden beneath a hoodie. Her heart pounded against her ribs at the sudden intrusion.

“Huh? Who are you?!”

She couldn’t see his eyes, but she could practically feel daggers shooting at her.

“Give that back to me.” 

“Oh! This is yours? Mister, you gotta take better care of your things!” Her arms flailed, though she wasn’t sure why she was giving him a lecture. “What if it got stolen? You're lucky I kept it safe.”

The mysterious man flinched, struck by a sudden realization. The shift in his demeanor caught Zoey off guard. She started to wonder if she had been too mean. 

“...it's you,” he whispered.

With a confused gaze, she asked him, “Huh? I didn’t catch that.”

“Zoey.”

Just one word. 

Said in a manner so earnest, that only then did she realize who he was.

“Mystery?!”

The look on her face was of pure shock. A sudden rush of warmth flooded her cheeks, making them burn as her heart hammered in her chest. She was just lecturing him seconds ago. Him.

 “Wait, this one is yours?”

There was a brief silence as she waited for him to respond. Her fingers toyed with the plushie in quiet anticipation. He dropped his face into his hands with a soft grunt, the noise made her blink as her expression shifted to one of confusion.

“Here…” she said with uncertainty, “You can have it back.”

His face was still hidden behind his fingers, and she realized she hadn't seen him at all. Hearing his voice was enough to send her heart into a frenzy, but seeing him eye to eye might just put her into cardiac arrest. 

Despite knowing for sure it was him by his voice alone, she still longed to see his face. Not for confirmation, but to bless her sight tonight.

Not wanting the moment to go to waste, she suggested, “At least look at me and say thanks.”

While waiting for his next move, she tried to convince herself that maybe the plushie wasn’t his. That maybe it was from a relative he’d been here with earlier. Or a friend.

After all, she didn’t know much about his life outside of work. He truly was as his name suggests–a Mystery. 

She found the thought funny–having a family member be a fan of the group you're supposed to be rivals with.

It would’ve been easy to convince herself…if it hadn’t come from his lips directly. The words ‘That’s mine’ and ‘Give that back to me’ echoed inside her head. 

Mystery slowly took off his hoodie, his hair falling over his face. Before Zoey could complain about it, he brushed it aside and lifted his gaze. Their eyes locked on each other. 

She shuddered, not from the cool air, but from the intensity of his stare. Her gaze lowered down, going over his nose, the faint blush on his cheeks…and the plumpness of his lips. Her heart fluttered uncontrollably.

“Thank you,” he blurted out after minutes of silence.

She blinked, snapping out of her thoughts, “Oh, no problem.” 

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen his face, but it never failed to knock the wind out of her. He had the kind of beauty that deserved to be flaunted, not hidden. 

And yet, she was glad it was. There was a quiet delight in being one of the rare few who got to see him like this.

She blinked a second time, trying to get back to their conversation. “Here you go.” She handed the plushie over to him, and he took it. “How come you have a plushie of me?”

She dared to ask. Why wouldn’t she?

Mystery was the one to look away this time, his ears turning red. “It was…a gift from a friend.”

Zoey squinted at him, not sure what to make of his answer. She settled with a shrug. “From one of the Saja boys? Or someone outside your group?”

She didn’t mean to interrogate him but it was impossible not to get curious.

“That’s a secret.” he murmured, his voice ragged and quiet.

She saw the chance to tease him and took it, her eyes glinted with subtle mischief, “Really? You can’t admit that you bought it yourself?”

Mystery’s eyes widened a fraction–he hadn’t expected her to attack him like that.

“Zoey…” he whined, bringing the plushie to his face.

It was too much to handle. 

He was too cute for his own good, and it made her brain go haywire. He said her name again, but she wanted to hear more of it. Like she couldn’t get enough. He could rival sirens, the way he hypnotized her just by saying her name.

“Mystery,” she paused, hoping it had the same effect on him. “I’m just joking. Don’t be too serious!”

She laughed heartily, then quieted down as she scanned their surroundings. There still weren’t many people where they were. Good–she liked the privacy they had.

“You really shouldn’t have left it alone here, you know. There are lots of people who–”

“Zoey.” He cut her off, his voice clearer this time. He didn’t want to let her tease him again. His clothes rustled with each movement as he leaned closer to her. “Sign it for me.”

She held her breath. He was too close. She could barely register his words with him so close.

“Here.” He took a pen from his pocket. “Use this.”

He was still embarrassed a moment ago, and now he wanted her to do something for him.

She couldn’t even bring herself to refuse.

She grabbed the pen from his hand quietly, shuddering a little as their fingers brushed against each other. The sound of the pen sliding across fur filled the silence as she signed the plushie. Once she was finished, he took it back.

Relax, Zoey. 

He was still so close to her, and he showed no signs of stepping back. She lifted her chin to meet his gaze. He stood in front of her while she sat on the bench, facing each other. The heat radiating from him shielded her from the cold—but it was his gaze that made her shudder.

She wanted to raise her hand to touch his face, but she fought off the urge. The air between them was charged with anticipation—and caution. There were dangers that lay beneath the surface, uncharted by them both.

They broke eye contact the moment they heard squealing. People were calling a familiar name.

“Baby! Please, take a picture with me!”

“Omg, that’s Baby?!”

“Wait, where is he heading?”

Zoey shot up in a panic and pulled the hood of Mystery’s hoodie over his head. She also made sure to fix the bangs that covered his face. She guessed Baby was here to take Mystery back. He must’ve been gone too long.

Looked like their fun was about to be cut short.

Mystery’s hand slid over to hers softly. When she looked back at him, she noticed the small frown on his face. Did he want her to do something?

She glanced at Baby, who still hadn’t seen them. Then back at Mystery.

Suddenly, she wanted to make the night more adventurous than she’d originally planned.

They ran off. 

They weren’t sure where to go, as long as it was away from the crowd. Their hearts beat loudly, matching the rhythm of their footsteps as they hit the ground. Mystery felt content. Not only did he have one Zoey, but now he had two in both hands.

[kurizz]

If you ever run out of ideas, could you please write an CollegeAU about Miromabby getting paired to do a group project?

I feel like there would be lots of hijinks going on especially if they’re in like a business or marketing major. The guys act like slackers, but they end up being really helpful partners when Mira starts to draw a blank like halfway through the assignment.

you said please so now i have to. 😒

kidding aside, that's actually a fun idea! imagine them being unserious, stressing her out until she starts panicking about their assignment. then they lock tf in. just not sure about the business or marketing major part since i have no clue what's going on there. my major is... a secret (clue: filled w equations n iz akshually hurting my brain🤓👆🏻) but i'll see what i can do.

[kurizz]

Ignoring Mira for the 1st time

Narrative: Romance and Abby ignoring Mira? That can't be right. Those two spent the last few days almost constantly with her, and now, they were distant. But maybe she just got it all wrong.

Word Count: 1850

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Mira walked past the Saja Boys backstage, and those two specific members didn’t even say hi to her. Not a word, not even a glance. Jinu, Baby, and Mystery had at least acknowledged her but those two—Abby and Romance. Hah.

They usually stuck to her like glue whenever they had the chance, always finding some excuse to talk to her. But for the first time, they just…didn’t.

Mira rubbed her temples and let out a quiet sigh, more annoyed than she wanted to admit. What was that about?

It had first happened earlier today. Huntr/x had just come off stage after their performance, and the Saja Boys were up next.

Romance and Abby were walking side by side, bickering like they always do. They were ahead of the group, getting closer and closer to where Mira was standing. Her mouth hung open, about to say something, but they brushed past her like the wind—didn't even give her the chance to speak.

The rest of the boys walked by and nodded politely in greeting. Not wanting to seem snobbish, she nodded back. Unlike those two, who barely even acknowledged her. But thinking about it, everyone was busy, and it was crowded here. So maybe it made sense that they didn’t notice her standing off to the side.

Mira let it slide.

She figured she must’ve been imagining things. But then it happened again. Right after the Saja Boys’ performance, they had to pass by her on their way off the stage. Her gaze stayed fixed on them, waiting—eyeing them like a hawk watching its prey. But they never once met her eyes. Now, it was starting to feel infuriating.

Eventually, the show ended. It was a huge success as always and the fans loved everything about it.

Mira just couldn’t find it in herself to be pleased by it. Not when her mind was preoccupied with something else. She tried to think it through, but she didn’t have the faintest clue why they would ignore her.

Sure, she acted like their mere presence was a thorn on her side most of the time. But they didn’t let that stop them before. So, why stop now?

"Mira, where are you going?" Rumi questioned, her curious gaze narrowing in on her.

"I'm going to confront them."

Rumi and Zoey exchanged glances, they knew it was best not to question it. Grabbing a handful of fries, Zoey took them all in one go.

"Ohw, gowd mluck den," Zoey mumbled, her cheeks puffed up from her mouth being full. “…to dem!”

Obviously, it was a lie. It’s not like she had it in her to get up and barge into their room to demand an explanation. That would be way too embarrassing. She ended up walking past their door with her head lowered. Hurrying her steps, she decided to get some fresh air outside instead.

The moment she stepped out, the wind was unforgiving. But the cold didn’t quite reach her, she was too caught up in how upset she felt to notice. Her hair danced all over her face, drawing a huff out of her. Then a memory flickered in her head: that time Abby gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. That sly grin he had on his lips was impossible to forget, especially when he dared to get even closer to her—

Mira buried her face in her hands and groaned. Ugh, no.

She could almost hear Romance teasing her that she was blushing, and now she's fuming. But there was that weird ache inside her, too. Why was she remembering all this in the first place?

Exasperated, she dropped her hands and took a deep breath. The hard, cold wall pressed against her skin as she leaned into it, her gaze fixed on the ground, unsure of what to do except feel the anger seeping through her.

The way they just walked past her like she was some stranger, not once meeting her eyes. It felt…ugh. She just didn't like it.

Her shadow stretched out beneath her, growing sharper as the sky darkened, while her thoughts sank deeper inside her mind.

Then the shadow multiplied as someone stepped into the light, blocking her view. It loomed over her, breaking her train of thought. “Mira? As in, M-Mira from Huntrix?” His voice was deep but full of excitement.

She tilted her head upwards to meet the stranger's face. He drew closer, his hands shaky, "Can we take a picture?"

Ah, a fan.

Immediately, she put on a smile—idol mode activated. She pushed all those nagging thoughts aside for now. “Of course! Come here.”

His hand crept down to her waist, and she instinctively took a step back. “Ah, how about this?” Surprised, she offered a peace sign instead and glanced at his hands, silently asking him to do the same.

“Oh… are you disgusted by your fans?” His breath came closer, smelling of booze.

Oh, this bozo.

“Of course not.” She smiled sweetly, fighting the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. This poor guy had no idea that if he kept pushing, all her pent-up anger might just get redirected at him.

Not that Mira would let that happen easily. She still preferred to keep things civil.

He kept getting closer, forcing her to step back, “Mira—”

Before she could take further action, someone tapped the guy on the shoulder. He looked annoyed before looking behind him, “Hey, who do you think—”

“Excuse us, but let’s not cause any trouble.”

She knew that voice all too well.

They looked her way. Her eyes were unblinking, drinking in their gaze. She didn’t turn into a ghost after all.

Breaking eye contact, they gazed back at the drunk man. Mira’s mind was swirling with countless questions, but she could only stare at them in silence, her lips pursed tightly together. It had all happened so fast—somehow, those two had managed to get the drunk man into a taxi.

Once it was all over, their eyes met hers again. Her heart stirred quietly.

After ignoring her all day, they were finally looking at her? She refused to waver under their gaze.

She faced them head-on with her own fiery set of eyes, daring them to look away. But beneath it all, a soft thrum remained. It felt awful to grow used to their presence, only for them to suddenly pull away. Maybe there’s some valid reason, but if they thought she was going to approach them first, they were dead wrong.

Their gaze was hard to decipher. She couldn’t stand it.

So much for daring them—her gaze faltered, swiftly turning on her heel to walk away.

It was frustrating to feel like this.

"Are you upset?" There was no mistaking that voice. It belonged to Romance.

She paused her step. That shouldn’t even be a question. That was the first time he spoke to her today and it almost made her want to laugh. Not in that amused tone.

He took a step forward, his hand sliding gently around her waist, his touch barely grazing, but unmistakably there.

“Mira…hear us out first.” He spoke again, his voice calm and quiet, trying to coax her into listening.

Abby grabbed her wrist lightly. “We didn’t think it would upset you like this.” He sighed, his other hand slowly making its way to play with her fingers, tracing them with tender, feather-light touches. “Don’t go.”

Mira didn’t know where to look.

Her head felt light, almost dizzy. The simple touches—after being deprived of them all day—were suddenly overwhelming. It was unfair how they almost made her want to give in to their affections. But no. She was still upset.

Wriggling out of their hold, she turned around. Her face remained calm, despite the raging fire within her and something else she refused to show. “What could possibly upset me? That you ignored me all day? I don’t see why that would.”

Their gazes were on the floor now, drilling holes into it like everything was the floor’s fault. It almost resembled toddlers being scolded by their babysitter. But they weren’t nearly as cute as toddlers can be.

“We figured you must've been suffocated.” Romance confessed, his hand slightly fidgety from wanting to touch her again. “Since we've been seeing each other everyday for the past few days.”

It sounded so ridiculous.

“It was to show that we’re capable of giving you space. It must’ve been…tiring so we wanted to give you a break.”

What?

Again, it was absolutely ridiculous. But what was more ridiculous was the fact that those words... were like music to her ears, as it turned out they hadn’t actually been tired of her or bored of her. Instead, they thought she was the one who had grown tired of them. They had stepped back for her sake, unaware that they were causing the very thing they hoped to avoid.

She wasn’t sure whether she felt more upset or relieved, maybe both at once, but whatever it was, the words wouldn’t come out.

Romance sighed. “We’ll give you your space.”

Abby puffed his cheeks. “…But we might not be able to hold on for long. I know I can’t—”

Mira groaned, glaring at them. “When did I ever tell you to get away from me?”

“Oh, uh, all the time…?” Romance replied, uncertain, confusion written all over his face.

Her face suddenly felt hot. She’d had enough. “But you should know that I don’t mean it!” she snapped, embarrassment rushing through her. “It’s not like we’re complete strangers. You can’t just ignore me like that.”

Abby grabbed her wrist again—the second time, after she’d wriggled out of it earlier—and sighed in relief. “That was stupid of us. We won’t let it happen again.”

Romance took off his jacket. “That’ll be the last of it,” he said, placing it gently over her shoulders. “We’re sorry.”

“I mean, I wasn’t that upset, but I did think it was rude.” Mira huffed, trying to regain her composure. “Plus, you can’t just assume what I want without actually asking me.”

Abby nodded in agreement, pulling her closer. The jacket slipped off her shoulders, but Romance fixed it right up.

“It was torture. I know we shouldn’t have done it,” Abby whined. “It’s all Romance’s fault.”

Romance looked offended. “What did you just say?”

“You forced it on me…” Abby ducked behind Mira, pointing at him. “It’s really all his fault.”

Romance rolled his eyes. Before things could get out of hand, Mira cut in. “Stop pointing fingers. You’re not children.”

“Fine…but are we okay now?”

She pretended to think. “I’m still somewhat annoyed, but I’ll get over it.” Faking a sigh, she added, “Just don’t do that again. It’s like we’re not even friends.”

“Friends?” Abby looked scandalized. “What? Never. I like you. And you know that.”

Romance tugged her closer. “Yeah, nope. We can’t be friends.” He adjusted the jacket again. “We can’t ever be just friends.”

A grin almost broke through, but she forced a frown instead. “Good to know you’re both still insufferable.”

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a/n: dont ask bc i dont have a clue about what this is either. i was just typing whatever and came up with this. i like to think their dynamic would be two clingies and one tsundere basically. got a love-hate relationship with this fic but posted so i can get over it mmm im running out of ideas.

@j0ykill @wishiwaswritingrn

[kurizz]

Pink Poly Club (miromabby) Part 3

click for part 2

Summary: They successfully dashed out of the studio. But it started raining heavily outside, making it unsafe to drive. Mira, not wanting to let them know where she lives, ended up at their place instead. She needed to relax after being stressed out by that interview.

Word count: 1127

a/n: gotta clarify that it's an alternate universe where the saja boys are regular humans.

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Maybe she should’ve just checked into a hotel. But after that stunt they pulled earlier, that would've been a terrible idea. Without Bobby or the rest of the company staff around, people would gather and ask questions. Too many questions.

Mira sank into their couch with a weary sigh, tossing her feet up on the small table. “Don’t get any funny ideas,” she muttered. “I just needed to relax, so I took the offer.”

“Hot cocoa? Something to drink?” Romance lazily called from the kitchen, clinking around in the cabinets. “Abs, turn up the heater. It's freezing in here.”

“On it,” Abby replied, already moving.

He was right—it was getting cold.

Mira stared out through the tall windows, the curtains were pushed to the side. It displayed how the rain lashed the glass in harsh, steady bursts. Bobby was probably still pacing, worried sick about where she’d gone after ducking out of the studio earlier than scheduled. She had told him the truth. Not that it helped. It only added to his worries. 

The girls would surely want in on everything. She’d tell them when they meet. For now, her phone was shut. She needed to relax.

“Once the rain stops, I’m heading home.”

Romance hummed. She hadn’t even answered his question.

“Feet down, please,” he called out, holding two mugs of hot cocoa.

She dropped her feet on the floor quickly.

He set one mug in front of her. “Here. Have a drink.”

“I didn’t say I wanted one.”

He slowly raised a brow, “I’ll drink it then. You sure you don’t want it?”

“I…I’ll have it,” she grumbled, grabbing the mug from the table.

The couch creaked as Abby plopped down beside her, leaning in towards the mug in her hands. “Careful, it’s hot. Let me help.”

He wrapped his hands over hers and guided the cup closer to his mouth, trying to blow away the steam.

Mira recoiled, eyes wide. “Stop! You’re getting your saliva all over it!”

Abby paused, stunned. Romance slapped a hand over his mouth, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Mira was fuming, she wanted to pull the mug away from Abby but she was careful not to spill it.

Abby let go and slumped back, turning his head away like a kicked puppy. Was he sulking now?

Romance drew in a deep breath, trying to keep it together. That earned him a glare from Abby, “You’re really enjoying this.”

Romance grinned. “Don’t be mad just because I’m her favorite.”

Abby turned his glare on Mira.

She returned it right back. “I don’t like either of you. I could’ve blown on it myself.”

“I was trying to be nice.”

“By spitting on my drink?”

Abby’s ears turned red, his glare was more of a pout than a threat. Why did that make him kind of…cute?

“Forget it.”

“I can't drink this anymore,” Mira grumbled, setting the mug down. She leaned her back onto the couch and rubbed her cold hands together. Abby got up and walked away. What, is he more upset now?

“Have mine instead. I haven't taken a sip yet.” Romance offered, sitting beside her.

“…thanks, if you don't mind.”

She took one sip and welcomed the warmth that entered her system. The cocoa tasted so good. But she wouldn't say that out loud. It helped rid her of the cold a bit. She needed the warmth from the drink that badly.

Romance and Mira drank hot cocoa in complete silence. The sound of harsh rain was filling up the room for them. She glanced at him sideways, wondering how long he’d stay quiet. Oddly, it felt comforting.

Then, there were loud footsteps. She paid it no mind and focused on her drink, knowing it was just Abby coming back to the living room. His steps grew closer. A warm blanket was draped over her shoulders, the fresh lavender scent engulfed her senses. She was pleasantly surprised. So, that’s what he was up to.

Abby also tossed one blanket to Romance. He was wrapped in one himself, a small frown still evident on his lips. He said nothing and only sat on her other side—the one unoccupied by Romance—in silence.

Mira sighed, giving in. “Thanks,” she whispered softly.

Abby pretended not to look pleased, “No problem.”

He wrapped the blanket around himself tighter. Romance was still sipping on his cup.

There it was again. That stretch of silence surrounding them. If it weren't for the rain, she would've assumed that her hearing was gone.

Normally, they were chatty. Teasing her left and right, trying to get a reaction out of her. She wasn't sure if she preferred this side over their playful side. This definitely was new. She hummed in thought, setting down her mug once she finished drinking.

“I didn't get to say thank you earlier.” she paused, waiting for them to respond. Once they didn't, she kept going. “You must've known I was uncomfortable so you took me out of there.”

“Not sure what you mean.” Romance pretended to be fascinated by his mug, he wouldn't even look at her.

“Don't start thinking we did it for you.” Abby murmured, “…because we did.”

This time, it was her turn not to respond. They did it first, anyway.

Out of nowhere, Abby rested his forehead on her shoulder. “Just a few minutes…I won't do anything else.”

His voice was low and soft. It had a mild pleading tone to it that sent a delicious shiver down her spine. He was way too close, the heat from his body threatened to consume her. She couldn't help but fix her posture—it only made Abby scoot closer.

Romance sighed, grabbing her attention. He nuzzled his head on the other side of her shoulder, “I can't help it anymore. Give me a few minutes too, Mira.”

“What are you guys…”

She didn't know what to do. That awful fuzziness she felt in her chest was clearly trouble. She doesn't need it, go away. Why is she giving in…clearly it must be the weather. It's messing up with her way of thinking.

She plopped her head back, her gaze softening as it met the ceiling. She wouldn't admit it, but this felt nice. Being wrapped in a blanket and almost cuddled up amidst the heavy rain outside made her slightly woozy, her eyelids getting heavy.

She closed her eyes, but reminded herself not to sleep. She's just going to rest for a bit. Just for a bit. It’s fine.

Minutes went by.

Abby noticed the rain had subsided, so he pointed it out.

Weirdly enough, Mira hadn't had the urge to get up and leave anymore, but she had to go. She had to go before they let the moment carry them away.

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a/n: still getting a hang of this thing. btw, my fingers were itching not to italicize almost everything. also, golden is just so good of a song but so hard to sing—my voice cracked like rumi in their practice. probably the only thing we have in common.

author's note? no. author's ramble.

@suzieq1948374 @unmooredandfulloftrepidation

[kurizz]

Pink Poly Club (miromabby) Part 2

click for part 1

Summary: Mira had a solo interview—at least, that’s what she thought. But right when it started, two pink-haired boys showed up and joined in. What was meant to be calm quickly turned into a chaotic interview with all three of them. No one knew what was going to happen next.

Word Count: 1250

a/n: im bad w titles and posting. lets just say this is part two even though there's no significant connection between the first fic i posted.

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“What do you think of the ship MiRomAbby?” the host asked Mira.

With a forced smile, she looked at the camera. “I think our fans are creative, but there’s nothing going on between us.”

The audience let out a chorus of disappointed “Aww”s and suspicious “Hmm”s, some clearly thinking she was lying. She wasn’t though.

“Is that so?” the host asked. He stood up and turned to face the crowd. The studio lights were blinding, but his smile was even brighter—like he had something up his sleeve. “Actually, we have surprise guests today. Would you like to meet them now, folks?”

Mira’s brows furrowed. She sat up straight. She hadn’t been informed of this.

“LET US ALL CHEER for Romance and Abby of Saja Boys!”

The crowd went wild—but Mira’s heart went wilder.

What? They’re here?!

No one told her. No one warned her.

Fans squealed and chanted as the boys made their entrance, the guys had their eyes immediately locked in on her. Their smiles teased with a sweet charm that made the air a little warmer.

She averted her gaze, ignoring the weird tingling feeling in her chest. Stop it, Mira.

They waved at the crowd like boy band royalty, soaking in the cheers of the people. Mira didn’t move. She was trying to compose herself.

They took their respective seats on either side of her. She noticed how they were always like this, keeping her in the middle. It was like this during their fansign event, and it's the same now.

Mira tried to play it cool, but the host had other ideas.

“So, who confessed first? Was it Mira?”

 She was visibly taken aback, “As if! Nobody confessed anything—”

“Yet.” Abby cut her off playfully.

 The crowd was loving this. Mira, not so much.

“I’ve asked Mira. About time we hear your answers too.” The smug look on the host’s face was irritating. “What do you think of MiRomAbby?”

“Oh, we heard there were rumors,” Romance stated, throwing his arm across the back of the couch. “And we thought, why not confirm everything?”

“What?” Mira whipped her head in his direction. He met her gaze with a sweetly masked innocence.

Abby nodded, “Yeah. Like, confirm that we’re all just friends…with really good chemistry.”

The host cackled, clearly thriving. “So no truth to the MiRomAbby ship?”

Romance lazily leaned in. “I mean, unless Mira wants to change her answer.”

“I don’t.” Mira blinked, her response quick.

“You sound so sure.” Abby chuckled in amusement. It was close to her ear, making her shift in her seat.

“Because I am sure.” her gaze sharp and challenging.

The host clapped his hands together, bringing the attention back to him. “Alright, time for a little fun. We’ve got some stuff prepared that were highly requested—”

Mira huffed. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

“—from your fans.” The host grinned. “Let’s start off with a classic: the heart monitor game!”

Some staff emerged from the sidelines to stick the sensor patches onto them. Their heart rates appeared on the big screen for everyone to see. Mira’s was already elevated, while the boys’ were on the lower side.

“Seems like someone’s a little nervous…” Romance teased, his voice smooth and low.

Mira took a deep breath. “It’s because I’m annoyed. That’s all.”

His brow quirked upwards, a small grin playing on his lips. Ugh, why is she even looking at him?

“And now it’s time for some Truth or Dare.” The host barely let the tension settle. “This one comes from sajaxhuntrix4ever. They said: ‘I dare you to hold hands for 10 minutes. If you let go, you’ll have to redo. P.S. We love you and support pink poly!’”

Mira’s blood ran cold. The cheers were deafening.

“Now that’s one way to start the game,” the host laughed. “Alright then, the timer starts once you hold hands.”

Abby offered his hand to her, head slightly tilted, eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “Whenever you’re ready, Mira.”

He said her name slowly, like he was enjoying the sound of it on his mouth. Her heart was already thudding in her chest. She glanced up at the screen and saw the BPM number climbing higher. No. Calm down.

With an abrupt motion, she grabbed both their hands without another thought. Let’s get this over with.

The timer began.

Romance shifted into a more comfortable position and casually readjusted his hold on her. He slid his warm fingers between hers, lacing them together with a satisfied hum. Mira chose to ignore it.

“Okay, next one is from the user supremecolorpink. They asked: ‘Why can’t you just date? Don’t worry, we support you!’”

Mira sighed. “I appreciate all the support, but it’s simply because I’m not… interested.”

That slight hesitation. What happened to being sure, Mira?

“That's not a very nice joke,” Abby teased, bringing their intertwined hands on his chest with a sly smile. “Not even a spark of interest?”

Yeah, no, I'm definitely not interested...right..?

She could feel the warmth of his chest seeping into the back of her hand. Her throat suddenly felt dry, “Enough. Next.”

“Between Romance and Abby, who do you like more?”

The two boys exchanged glances.

“None.” Mira was quick with it, her eyes shut tight with restraint.

More ridiculous questions followed, and somehow, she managed to get through them. When does this end?

The host chuckled before he read the next card. Upon reading, his eyes widened a fraction. “Ah, finally, another dare—and it’s a fan favorite: the Pepero Game!”

The room erupted in cheers of excitement, but it was nothing compared to the pounding in Mira’s chest. No, not like this.

The host took notice and didn't miss a beat.

“Well, would you look at that? Someone’s excited.”

Excited?

Mira looked to her left, as if trying to hide her face from the crowd. Things were starting to feel uncomfortable, and her shoulders grew tense. She didn't like this. She wanted to make the fans happy but not at the expense of her own. The room now feels suffocating.

Suddenly, she felt gentle, comforting rubs on both her hands, like it was trying to help her relax. She slowly glanced down at one hand, then the other—then up at their faces. They weren't even looking at her but their thumbs were rubbing soft soothing circles on her hands.

“Alright, Mira, you’ll need to choose a partner—” the host began, already scanning between Romance and Abby with a grin.

But before he could finish, Abby raised his free hand with a chuckle, “Actually, I think we’re overdue for a water break. I might pass out.”

A few people laughed from the crowd. Some were concerned.

Romance nodded, grinning. “Yeah, I’m thirsty too.”

“Oh look, the timer’s up. We can let go now.” he added.

Romance and Abby gently released Mira’s hands. She blinked, still trying to process the sudden shift. They removed the sensor patch from Mira's body, both their eyes fixed on her face.

“You’re thirsty too, right, Mira?” Abby asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Come on, let’s go.”

That’s when they led her backstage.

Minutes later, a staff member whispered to the host that the three idols had slipped away, mentioning something about an emergency.

Whispers began to swirl instantly. Fans speculated wildly, their phones lighting up with theories and guesses. Had they ditched the show?

The buzz didn’t die down for the rest of the night.

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it's so embarassing that i dont know how to use this thing </3 i feel like a grandma but im not that old i swear (or maybe i am) im just not a tumblr typa gal. dont laugh at me or maybe do, as long as it makes u happy. you can suggest stuff so it would help me have ideas. like, be it fluffy, angsty, or spicy. just a teeny bit spicy, like this tho 🤏🏻 nothing too crazy unless… i didnt say ill be writing them all so dont keep your hopes up. if you say please then maybe i would reconsider 😮‍💨

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Pink Poly Club (miromabby)

Summary: It's what happens after Huntrix and Saja boys' joint fansign event. Mira is annoyed at the trending hashtags online, she sees their fans shipping her with SB Romance and Abby. Their manager, thinking it'd be a good idea, organized another joint fansign event the next day.

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Mira snatched Bobby's phone out of his hands, fuming at the edited pictures she saw. "What's this? Pink Poly Club? No way am I being lumped in with those boys!" She handed the phone back.

Zoey was internally squealing.

"Me and Mystery? Like—" She caught the scary look on Mira's face and quickly backtracked. "I mean, ew, why? He's so NOT my type."

With an exasperated sigh, Mira ran a finger through her hair.

"Should I just dye my hair a different color? Ugh, like hell I would. Why’d they have to have the same color as me?"

"You look better anyway!" Zoey encouraged, flailing her arms. "Don't let them get to you. I’m not letting Mystery get to me, too... although, he is kind of my type—I mean, who said that!"

Bobby tried to get a word in, but the girls were too busy complaining. He didn’t even know where Rumi had gone—she’d just suddenly left. It wasn’t rare for the girls to get chaotic, but that didn’t make it any easier.

"But isn’t this great? It’s what the fans want. Maybe it’d be a good idea to have another one tomorrow..." he trailed off, thinking it might not be such a bad idea.

Oh well. Why not?

And so, here they were: another Huntrix x Saja Boys fansign event, with the same seating arrangement as yesterday. The fans were coming in hot—it even looked like there were more of them this time. Some wore miromabby shirts and held up edited ship posters.

"Hey, it’s nice seeing you again." Romance wrapped his arms behind Mira’s chair, leaning slightly at her side. From the corner of her eye, she could see some fans going wild. She ignored him and looked the other way—only to find Abby already staring. He grinned in that boyish charm of his, also leaning in close. "Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon, but here we are."

Her heart skipped a beat but she snapped out of it, shaking her head. She faced forward and shoved both guys' faces away from her. The fans were in a ruckus, and she couldn’t understand why.

With furrowed brows, she greets the first fan that comes up. Great, he's wearing a miromabby shirt.

"Cool shirt you got there. I don't remember taking it though." Abby commented, giving the guy a thumbs up.

Of course, he doesn't remember. It was clearly fake. A photoshopped picture of them with the two guys wrapping their arm on Mira's shoulders and she just had to be in the middle.

She furiously signed another fans poster, but doesn't forget to smile and thank them after. Abby and Romance won't stop staring at her and taking up her space.

"Can you two not?" Mira muttered under her breath.

Abby straightened with a dramatic sigh. "I don't like the number two. Let's be three instead."

"Oh my god," Mira groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I’m going to lose it."

Romance leaned back in his chair. "Can’t blame us nor the fans for having good taste."

"You do make a good centerpiece for a love triangle," Abby added.

Heat crawled up to her face and she glared at them both.

"Go bother someone else," she snapped, grabbing a sharpie and aggressively signing the next fan’s poster. The poor girl looked simultaneously thrilled and terrified.

Abby pouted, "Why would we? Don't wanna."

A sudden squeal erupted from the line of fans. A group of them were holding up a massive printed banner: "MiRoMAbby FOREVER 💖"—complete with photoshopped wedding photos and glittery pink text.

Zoey peeked over. "Whoa. That’s, like, next-level editing. I almost believed it was real."

"Don’t say it out loud! They’ll think it’s encouragement!"

These people had Mira stressed out. She glanced at the other end of the table where Rumi and Jinu was in. It was impossible to spot Rumi from the way Jinu was blocking her view with his back. Why's that guy all over her?

"You really should be focusing," Romance took her hand that's holding the pen and guided it to sign the next poster. Their fingers interlocked.

His hand was warm, and it was creeping up to her body. Romance doesn't let go. He stared at her face, taking in the faint blush on her cheeks despite her frown.

"Hey..." He leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "You should come with us after this."

"Shut up." She whispered back harshly, hating how her heart was now beating wildly.

Abby twisted his finger on her hair, playing with it softly. "Pay me some attention too, Mira."

Oh, someone help her.

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first time I posted here. i had the sudden urge and here we are. that's my short contribution to this ship. might write more.

also, idk but huntrix songs>>>saja boys songs for me. their vocals are insaneeee. gotta give my girls more love cus what. their songs on repeat 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

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Little Prince Fishy!!! 💖

It suddenly hit me that this would be a perfect AU for him

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idk how to fit 'em all

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