mabyfavywavy

[mabyfavywavy]

The S(tinky)aja boys don’t deserve your x reader mcs everyone STAND UPPPP 😭😭😭

Speaking of x reader mcs, GUYS IF YOU GUYS COMBINE YOUR STENGTH TOGETHER YOU CAN SAVE AASB! MC FROM THOSE MALE MANIPULATORS TRUST 🙏🙏🙏

Bumps in the Road.

ꕥ what are some bumps you're going to run into if you were to date the saja boys in all of their demon body and human history?

extra: inspired by a convo with @mabyfavywavy,, i js thought of some red flags you probably would run into-- made in inspired from my backstories headcanons!1

gn! reader x saja boys hcs

MASTERLIST

❤️‍🔥 Romance -> Overkill

romance is not a man who loves subtly.

and this is very much a double edged sword.

but i'm mainly talking about the bad side because i'm sure everyone and their mom knows how he'd love loudly..

the bad side would be that he beats the dead horse over and over again.

you miss a date? suddenly he's bringing it up every time you mention you have plans or literally say anything but yes to him.

and yes, he probably oversteps boundaries when it comes to intimacy at least once, especially at the start.

of course if you tell him, he'd feel sorry and leave you alone, but this could lead to some unintentional lovebombing or radiosilence for a while..

he has some messed up past when it comes to sex due to his human life and that misconception bleeds into his relationship with you.

consent was never taught to him unfortunately, he was just ordered to do it with people who were above him.

but he won't notice his actions unless you boldly say it to him, just like he's been loving you boldly

💎 Baby -> Apathy

he's spoiled. uhm, and this shows a lot in your relationship.

he has a loose sense of reality which leads to him being really not understanding of issues you may have.

he's the type to say shit like:

"just don't do it." and add unnecessary stuff like "it's not that hard."

and it might not even be his intention to sound that apathetic, depending on how long you've been together, you'll see that he's just not accustomed to having an issue that can't be solved with money.

which btw if you're mad because he does something, he just gives you money to spoil yourself because he think that he can buy love.

money was all he had, being the king's son, and after the incident, no one would hire him, and so he wished to be rich and useful.

so he has a blind sense of what counts as genuine and what doesn't.

if you tell him, he will still have a hard time understanding in true depth what that means.

🪓 Abby -> Violence

this guy.. has a violent way of resolving things.

he'll punch walls and yell at people ferociously if they dare speak ill of him.

and if he'll kill his brother, what makes you think you're 100% safe?

sometimes if you get in a fight due to his stubbornness, he'll threaten your physical safety, saying shit like:

"I swear to god i'll bash your pretty face."

"i'll tear your wardrobe to shreds, why can't you understand?!"

violence is how he earned respect for centuries of years, so if you won't mindlessly agree to him- of course he'll lash out.

what would others think if he can't even have his own partner respect him?

doesn't matter if you're a demon or human, if its still an earlier stage of your relationship, he will destroy property just to prove a point.

if you tell him and plead for him to listen, tug on his heart strings, he will falter, reflect, and the journey to recovery will start, even if it takes a while.

☔️ Mystery -> Isolation

yeah sorry but you're going to have to earn a spot in his lonely heart.

just because you earned the "romantic partner" title doesn't mean he still doesn't prefer his alone time over you.

he has some boundaries that will take a lot of patience and time to break down.

he still doesn't trust a lot of demons and humans, so pat yourself on the back for getting that far, but still, he still just has a natural dislike for beings.

because of that, he might not respond to you over text, take longer to respond to letters, maybe even flat out ignore you face to face because he simply doesn't feel like talking.

if you lecture him, he will take it to heart, you just have to call for him properly.

try to withstand and not leave first, you'll only prove his lonely beliefs right..

demons are demons, what can i say

[mabyfavywavy]

MC is so stunning, I twirl my hair because of them

Me spreading my AASB! MC x you propaganda:

It’s working… if you guys can combine your strengths then you guys could defeat the boys and steal them for yourselves…

[mabyfavywavy]

WAIT WAIT SO

how many chapters are anticipated to be left until its finished finished

There’s gonna be 19 chapters in total! I was aiming for it to be 20, but I had to keep combining and splitting chapters :3

[mabyfavywavy]

I’m one chapter away from finishing writing the whole story 😭😭

Ch. 8 is like barely the halfway point lmaoooo you guys still have a bit to read through until the end :3

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (CH. 8)

synopsis: you still aren't the only one that can see spirits.

pairing: saja boys x shaman/witch!gn!reader

warnings: none

>m.list here

>ch. 7 here

the night air was cool, a gentle breeze caressing you as you laid down on the steps of a temple.

you had come earlier in the day to explore, as you didn’t have as much to do today. no interviews, no concerts, no promo work.

it was extremely rare for you to have basically a free day, especially recently with the saja boys rivalry and the honmoon barrier weakening.

as much as you loved your job, you also wanted some time to yourself. you knew that the girls were eternally grateful for your help, and that’s all that mattered to you.

that being said: you weren’t going to fight demons unless your bosses specifically ordered you to.

yes, a part of it had to do with your personal morals, but another part had to do with the fact that you weren’t going to slay demons on your break.

you were on your break. you haven’t clocked into the demon slaying shift of your job yet. even fast food employees were legally required to take at least a ten minute break in their shift. you deserved it considering you were basically working two jobs.

now that you think about it, maybe you should ask for a raise.

your break spot today was jogyesa temple. it was a popular tourist destination right next to another famed landmark, bukcheon hanok village.

you haven’t visited a temple in a while, and barely any in seoul. many of them held mostly buddhist beliefs. some were mixed with taoism and occasionally shamanism.

one thing you did know about them was that most of them had spiritual shops surrounding them where you could buy paper protection talismans without having to make your own.

it wasn’t that you couldn’t make your own protection charms, it was just that you haven’t had the time to make any anymore. your protection charms that you had guarding the house were still lying in a box somewhere. you knew you had to put them up soon before a demon or an unwanted spirit decided to attack you in your sleep.

the paper was almost neon yellow in color, with the striking red ink a dark contrast to the vivid background.

the great thing about it is that you knew that these talismans were most certainly real. you could feel its sacred energy through your fingers, a very similar energy that radiated from your blades. of course a temple would never give out fake talismans.

one thing you didn’t like about it was how flimsy and easily torn it could be. maybe you could laminate it or something. maybe paste it on a piece of wood and make it part of an actual item?

the temple itself was breathtaking. the wood and vibrant paint have been worn from decades of weathering, the once bright turquoise of the walls now a dusty mint. hairline fractures climbed up the maroon pillars, and the wall portraits of the buddha looked down upon you.

you examined some of them. some depicted stories of bodhisavittas. some depicted gods.

one specifically caught your attention. it was the story of a soul, gazing into what you read was the mirror of karma. it explained that when a soul dies, their life is played out in front of them before they are taken to the underworld to be tried.

the courtyard bloomed with lotus flowers, brilliant splashes of color in a sea of green leaves. there were stone statues and carvings spread around the area as well. the stairs and the patio itself were also stone.

it hurt your back when you laid down on it, your weapons and harness tossed next to your feet.

no one had come to chase you off yet, so you decided to loiter behind after you had finished your little tour around.

it made for a great place to take a break. demons couldn’t get into the vicinity because of its spiritual defenses. it didn’t mean that they couldn’t try, but their attempts would be futile. they were clawing at its entrance already.

you should definitely come back soon after hours, you concluded.

you surveyed the night sky, the city lights twinkling a few feet away from you.

really broke the immersion of being a sacred and holy place being smack in the middle of the city, you thought.

a buzz from your phone had you reaching for your jacket pocket, fumbling around as you grabbed a hold of your still-cracked phone. you sifted through your notifications, before your eyes landed on the huntrix kakao group chat.

you wondered if they were witches too or something. they needed you to investigate hanok village for barrier tears.

well, the good news was that you were practically right next door. you didn’t have to walk too far. maybe this mission would be a breeze and you’d be able to get home in time to shower, or eat, or sleep decently.

right, you could only hope.

but genuinely, how in the hell did the girls do this, you wondered. they were the ones that actually had to do the stuff you had to schedule and plan out. they needed that hiatus more than you, but they had sacrificed it to save more people.

they were better people than you, you thought.

good thing you weren’t a hunter.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

if there was one thing about your hometown, it was that it was old.

being part of the countryside, there was more spiritual energy. it was preserved in time, and untouched by urbanization.

there were many structures and stores that looked like it still belonged in the last century. technology was always at least a decade behind (although you wondered if that was more of an income thing rather than a country thing) and you had to travel to the other towns near you to buy certain things.

so it was strange when you found out in the middle of seoul, there was a direct window to the joseon era.

it was deliberate, but you couldn’t help but think if there were still houses like that in some parts of the korean countryside too. there’s gotta be at least a few standing after the occupation, right?

bukchon hanok village was most known for its beautiful traditional style houses and its history. many tourists rented hanboks for a day and toured the village to take pictures.

it was like stepping back in time.

the only thing that threw off the whole look was the streets. the black asphalt was unsightly next to the tan, white, and grey color pallet of most of the houses.

there were people still living in them. you couldn’t even think about living inside an actual famous landmark. going outside would be hell, and the streets would be clogged with visitors. not to mention the noise levels.

you couldn’t even imagine the amount of money you would need to live in an authentic hanok house. the area itself, while being a tourist destination, was a great spot to live in seoul too.

the streets were barren in the night. there was a curfew rule that visitors had to follow. since you were doing your job, you didn't really have the choice to follow them.

you just have to make sure to be extra careful and make your visit brief.

sniffle.

you froze.

a sob.

the sound of a heavy plastic bag colliding with the asphalt road.

your hand reached behind your back, your fingertips grazing the leather handle of one of your blades as you slowed your pace towards the noise. you pressed your back up against a brick wall of one of the houses, hiding in the shadows.

a little girl no older than ten stood a few feet away from you, staring upwards. her eyes were wide with tears, streaming down her cheeks and staining onto her bright yellow t-shirt.

she began to pedal backwards, a long familiar shadow matching her pace walking towards her.

you sprinted between them, your eyes trailing up the shadow to its creator.

its neck was elongated and thin, bending down to its chest from the weight of its head. its eyes were absent, and its sockets were two endless black voids that matched with its stretched jaw.

you thought that if it made noise, it would have been less scary. its silence was what you inferred had made it undetectable to the child.

it towered over you two. the streetlight wasn’t even able to illuminate its features properly.

you turned to the kid, kneeling down.

”i need you to close your eyes, okay?” you warned her. she nodded, her hands flying to her eyes as you turned back around to the demon.

luckily, this creature didn’t look like it had the anatomy to be able to fight. its neck wasn’t stable, and its head weighed down its side like a bowling ball attached to a bendy straw.

but one whip of its neck had you second guessing. it used its head as its weapon like a flail.

you threw one of your blades at its chest, an easy end to the fight.

“you can open your eyes now.” you said. she uncovered her eyes, the once terrifying demon now replaced by mere purple glitter confetti traveling through the air.

what you didn’t understand was how she could see it in the first place.

your family was a special case. most of your skills have been passed down or taught by your ancestors, who have been able to cultivate these abilities through lifetimes of study and dedication to their purpose.

you yourself were born with abilities that haven’t been seen in your family for generations. because of the lack of information on the older generations, you were often left neglecting many of these skills. the contribution of demon activity becoming more and more prevalent in the modern times has left you investing most of your occult knowledge and talents to fighting demons.

it was very likely that you had abilities that even you had no knowledge of. as soon as you were exposed to the spiritual world, you were handed your two blades and forced to defend yourself against demons.

you hated this. maybe you liked it when growing up, but it was because you didn’t know any better.

you still struggled to execute basic barrier protection spells and charms. you forget how your altar is supposed to be set up. your family neglected to teach you the basics because of the danger that was outside of your house doors.

all of this and you were still told to never slay or judge other spirits so thoughtlessly.

there are a handful that are able to see spirits without familial lineage:

animals were the best example of this. there was a reason why many dogs in certain cultures could chase off evil entities. cats were often depicted as guides and messengers from the spirit world.

another example would be children. babies possessed heightened intuition, and were able to perceive the supernatural. they do lose this ability as they grow, however.

but many people from long lineages of shamans and witches aren’t always able to see spirits either.

very rarely a child is born with no ties to the occult and are able to interact with it. even then, it’s likely that in their past life they were a practitioner.

the girl in front of you looked much too old to be able to see demons. she trembled under your gaze before whispering.

”you can see them.”

you sighed, crouching down again. you sheathed your blade back into your harness, before picking up the plastic convenience store bag that she had held.

”yeah.” you nodded before standing up.

”no one believes me.”

“… yeah.” you looked down towards the asphalt. you’ve been through it before, of course. not everyone in your hometown believed in your family too.

”can you walk me home?” she timidly asked, her hand holding out to reach yours. you hesitated. on one hand, you’d be able to protect the kid from any other demons. on the other, you didn’t know how that would pair well with her family. being walked by a stranger home?

but you couldn’t just leave her alone scared like that.

you held out one pinky for her to grab before she was pulling you along the street.

“you were really brave! are those swords real? can i touch them?” her questions left her lips faster than a machine gun.

”thank you, yes, and definitely not.” you answered her just as quickly. even though your weapons were blunt and were semi safe from giving human skin cuts, you weren’t just going to hand them to a child.

“are you a ghost?”

”no.”

”a wizard?”

”…sure.”

”but you don’t have a wand!” she pointed to your blades, which were very much not wands. you two had reached her house, standing in front of the gates. you knelt down to her level again, your expression now dire.

”look, kid. things are going to get more dangerous now.” you explained, before swallowing a lump in your throat. within fifteen minutes, you’ve grown quite attached to her. “you have to remember to be careful when you leave your house after dark now, and never leave without this.”

you dug through your jacket pocket to reveal a tiny red drawstring pouch. you took one of her hands, prying it open and folding her fingers over the pocket.

“the first rule dealing with any spirits is to protect your own. attach it to your book bag. it’ll make it easier to remember.” you advised before standing up.

”i’m… scared. what if i see them again?” she began to sniffle again, wiping away her tears as best as she could. “teach me to be like you and teach me how to kill them!”

you paused, your feet shuffling on the ground below you.

“there’s things about the other world that we’ll probably never be able to understand,” you quoted. “every single spirit, every single ghost, specter, even demons have their reasons to do what they do. what if they’re also scared?”

you met her gaze again, your voice in a much softer tone.

“‘no creature, be it spirit or human or animal, is born innately evil.’ my family taught me that.”

her eyes became wide with curiosity now, stumbling behind you as you made your way towards the city.

“what about you? how are you so brave? are you not scared?” she shouted as you walked further and further away from her house.

turning towards her, your lips hinted with a ghost of a smile.

”i am.”

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

the girl clutched tightly to the red drawstring bag you gave her, before she opened her palm to carefully undo the strings.

inside was the slip of yellow paper, graffitied with bright red chinese characters.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

your mission of scoping out the village and getting to go home early was a success. you even had time to make it to the metro today. texting the girls, you reported the findings of your stakeout and began to make your way back to the modern era.

at least that was your plan until you realized that someone was watching you from one of the roofs ahead.

come on, you just finished up.

the figure, seemingly realizing that they have been caught, dropped down from the roof to reveal themselves in the street light.

mystery.

you stood there, no hand on blade, no ready stance. just waited for him to make a move.

or, you know, say something.

”look. i’m not going to fight you.” you assured him. you slowly unsheathed your blade, which earned you a low growl. you tossed both of them to the ground and kicked it towards him, rolling on the asphalt with a clatter. ”see?”

you two both stood in awkward silence before he crouched down to inspect them. holding a finger out he poked the metal blade, immediately recoiling his hand as if he had burned himself.

”it’s consecrated.” you stated. he studied the blade closely on the floor, his head tilting to the side to see the thickness of the metal.

the metal was about three millimeters wide, barely able to do any damage to human flesh.

maybe if you exerted a certain amount of force it could work. you would need to be willing to do a lot of damage to your opponent.

he stood back up, seemingly satisfied with his findings. tension stirred up between you two once more.

”that thing you said…” mystery spoke. you stood there paralyzed.

this was your first time hearing him talk, and his speaking was just as melodious as his singing.

”…do you really believe it?”

you took a second to process. demons have stalked you, made your job so much harder, and their existence had predetermined your life since you were born.

and yet…

”i do believe it.” you nodded.

it was mystery’s turn to pause now. you wondered how he looked under his bangs. flabbergasted? angry? was he going to tell you that you were foolish? lunge at you?

but no. a look of what you could only describe as conflicted and bewilderment appeared before he disappeared into pink smoke.

you gathered your weapons, placing them in your harness before you skipped towards the city lights.

maybe you should even treat yourself for coming home early by actually cooking today.

>ch. 9 here

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[mabyfavywavy]

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (CH. 8)

synopsis: you still aren't the only one that can see spirits.

pairing: saja boys x shaman/witch!gn!reader

warnings: none

>m.list here

>ch. 7 here

the night air was cool, a gentle breeze caressing you as you laid down on the steps of a temple.

you had come earlier in the day to explore, as you didn’t have as much to do today. no interviews, no concerts, no promo work.

it was extremely rare for you to have basically a free day, especially recently with the saja boys rivalry and the honmoon barrier weakening.

as much as you loved your job, you also wanted some time to yourself. you knew that the girls were eternally grateful for your help, and that’s all that mattered to you.

that being said: you weren’t going to fight demons unless your bosses specifically ordered you to.

yes, a part of it had to do with your personal morals, but another part had to do with the fact that you weren’t going to slay demons on your break.

you were on your break. you haven’t clocked into the demon slaying shift of your job yet. even fast food employees were legally required to take at least a ten minute break in their shift. you deserved it considering you were basically working two jobs.

now that you think about it, maybe you should ask for a raise.

your break spot today was jogyesa temple. it was a popular tourist destination right next to another famed landmark, bukcheon hanok village.

you haven’t visited a temple in a while, and barely any in seoul. many of them held mostly buddhist beliefs. some were mixed with taoism and occasionally shamanism.

one thing you did know about them was that most of them had spiritual shops surrounding them where you could buy paper protection talismans without having to make your own.

it wasn’t that you couldn’t make your own protection charms, it was just that you haven’t had the time to make any anymore. your protection charms that you had guarding the house were still lying in a box somewhere. you knew you had to put them up soon before a demon or an unwanted spirit decided to attack you in your sleep.

the paper was almost neon yellow in color, with the striking red ink a dark contrast to the vivid background.

the great thing about it is that you knew that these talismans were most certainly real. you could feel its sacred energy through your fingers, a very similar energy that radiated from your blades. of course a temple would never give out fake talismans.

one thing you didn’t like about it was how flimsy and easily torn it could be. maybe you could laminate it or something. maybe paste it on a piece of wood and make it part of an actual item?

the temple itself was breathtaking. the wood and vibrant paint have been worn from decades of weathering, the once bright turquoise of the walls now a dusty mint. hairline fractures climbed up the maroon pillars, and the wall portraits of the buddha looked down upon you.

you examined some of them. some depicted stories of bodhisavittas. some depicted gods.

one specifically caught your attention. it was the story of a soul, gazing into what you read was the mirror of karma. it explained that when a soul dies, their life is played out in front of them before they are taken to the underworld to be tried.

the courtyard bloomed with lotus flowers, brilliant splashes of color in a sea of green leaves. there were stone statues and carvings spread around the area as well. the stairs and the patio itself were also stone.

it hurt your back when you laid down on it, your weapons and harness tossed next to your feet.

no one had come to chase you off yet, so you decided to loiter behind after you had finished your little tour around.

it made for a great place to take a break. demons couldn’t get into the vicinity because of its spiritual defenses. it didn’t mean that they couldn’t try, but their attempts would be futile. they were clawing at its entrance already.

you should definitely come back soon after hours, you concluded.

you surveyed the night sky, the city lights twinkling a few feet away from you.

really broke the immersion of being a sacred and holy place being smack in the middle of the city, you thought.

a buzz from your phone had you reaching for your jacket pocket, fumbling around as you grabbed a hold of your still-cracked phone. you sifted through your notifications, before your eyes landed on the huntrix kakao group chat.

you wondered if they were witches too or something. they needed you to investigate hanok village for barrier tears.

well, the good news was that you were practically right next door. you didn’t have to walk too far. maybe this mission would be a breeze and you’d be able to get home in time to shower, or eat, or sleep decently.

right, you could only hope.

but genuinely, how in the hell did the girls do this, you wondered. they were the ones that actually had to do the stuff you had to schedule and plan out. they needed that hiatus more than you, but they had sacrificed it to save more people.

they were better people than you, you thought.

good thing you weren’t a hunter.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

if there was one thing about your hometown, it was that it was old.

being part of the countryside, there was more spiritual energy. it was preserved in time, and untouched by urbanization.

there were many structures and stores that looked like it still belonged in the last century. technology was always at least a decade behind (although you wondered if that was more of an income thing rather than a country thing) and you had to travel to the other towns near you to buy certain things.

so it was strange when you found out in the middle of seoul, there was a direct window to the joseon era.

it was deliberate, but you couldn’t help but think if there were still houses like that in some parts of the korean countryside too. there’s gotta be at least a few standing after the occupation, right?

bukchon hanok village was most known for its beautiful traditional style houses and its history. many tourists rented hanboks for a day and toured the village to take pictures.

it was like stepping back in time.

the only thing that threw off the whole look was the streets. the black asphalt was unsightly next to the tan, white, and grey color pallet of most of the houses.

there were people still living in them. you couldn’t even think about living inside an actual famous landmark. going outside would be hell, and the streets would be clogged with visitors. not to mention the noise levels.

you couldn’t even imagine the amount of money you would need to live in an authentic hanok house. the area itself, while being a tourist destination, was a great spot to live in seoul too.

the streets were barren in the night. there was a curfew rule that visitors had to follow. since you were doing your job, you didn't really have the choice to follow them.

you just have to make sure to be extra careful and make your visit brief.

sniffle.

you froze.

a sob.

the sound of a heavy plastic bag colliding with the asphalt road.

your hand reached behind your back, your fingertips grazing the leather handle of one of your blades as you slowed your pace towards the noise. you pressed your back up against a brick wall of one of the houses, hiding in the shadows.

a little girl no older than ten stood a few feet away from you, staring upwards. her eyes were wide with tears, streaming down her cheeks and staining onto her bright yellow t-shirt.

she began to pedal backwards, a long familiar shadow matching her pace walking towards her.

you sprinted between them, your eyes trailing up the shadow to its creator.

its neck was elongated and thin, bending down to its chest from the weight of its head. its eyes were absent, and its sockets were two endless black voids that matched with its stretched jaw.

you thought that if it made noise, it would have been less scary. its silence was what you inferred had made it undetectable to the child.

it towered over you two. the streetlight wasn’t even able to illuminate its features properly.

you turned to the kid, kneeling down.

”i need you to close your eyes, okay?” you warned her. she nodded, her hands flying to her eyes as you turned back around to the demon.

luckily, this creature didn’t look like it had the anatomy to be able to fight. its neck wasn’t stable, and its head weighed down its side like a bowling ball attached to a bendy straw.

but one whip of its neck had you second guessing. it used its head as its weapon like a flail.

you threw one of your blades at its chest, an easy end to the fight.

“you can open your eyes now.” you said. she uncovered her eyes, the once terrifying demon now replaced by mere purple glitter confetti traveling through the air.

what you didn’t understand was how she could see it in the first place.

your family was a special case. most of your skills have been passed down or taught by your ancestors, who have been able to cultivate these abilities through lifetimes of study and dedication to their purpose.

you yourself were born with abilities that haven’t been seen in your family for generations. because of the lack of information on the older generations, you were often left neglecting many of these skills. the contribution of demon activity becoming more and more prevalent in the modern times has left you investing most of your occult knowledge and talents to fighting demons.

it was very likely that you had abilities that even you had no knowledge of. as soon as you were exposed to the spiritual world, you were handed your two blades and forced to defend yourself against demons.

you hated this. maybe you liked it when growing up, but it was because you didn’t know any better.

you still struggled to execute basic barrier protection spells and charms. you forget how your altar is supposed to be set up. your family neglected to teach you the basics because of the danger that was outside of your house doors.

all of this and you were still told to never slay or judge other spirits so thoughtlessly.

there are a handful that are able to see spirits without familial lineage:

animals were the best example of this. there was a reason why many dogs in certain cultures could chase off evil entities. cats were often depicted as guides and messengers from the spirit world.

another example would be children. babies possessed heightened intuition, and were able to perceive the supernatural. they do lose this ability as they grow, however.

but many people from long lineages of shamans and witches aren’t always able to see spirits either.

very rarely a child is born with no ties to the occult and are able to interact with it. even then, it’s likely that in their past life they were a practitioner.

the girl in front of you looked much too old to be able to see demons. she trembled under your gaze before whispering.

”you can see them.”

you sighed, crouching down again. you sheathed your blade back into your harness, before picking up the plastic convenience store bag that she had held.

”yeah.” you nodded before standing up.

”no one believes me.”

“… yeah.” you looked down towards the asphalt. you’ve been through it before, of course. not everyone in your hometown believed in your family too.

”can you walk me home?” she timidly asked, her hand holding out to reach yours. you hesitated. on one hand, you’d be able to protect the kid from any other demons. on the other, you didn’t know how that would pair well with her family. being walked by a stranger home?

but you couldn’t just leave her alone scared like that.

you held out one pinky for her to grab before she was pulling you along the street.

“you were really brave! are those swords real? can i touch them?” her questions left her lips faster than a machine gun.

”thank you, yes, and definitely not.” you answered her just as quickly. even though your weapons were blunt and were semi safe from giving human skin cuts, you weren’t just going to hand them to a child.

“are you a ghost?”

”no.”

”a wizard?”

”…sure.”

”but you don’t have a wand!” she pointed to your blades, which were very much not wands. you two had reached her house, standing in front of the gates. you knelt down to her level again, your expression now dire.

”look, kid. things are going to get more dangerous now.” you explained, before swallowing a lump in your throat. within fifteen minutes, you’ve grown quite attached to her. “you have to remember to be careful when you leave your house after dark now, and never leave without this.”

you dug through your jacket pocket to reveal a tiny red drawstring pouch. you took one of her hands, prying it open and folding her fingers over the pocket.

“the first rule dealing with any spirits is to protect your own. attach it to your book bag. it’ll make it easier to remember.” you advised before standing up.

”i’m… scared. what if i see them again?” she began to sniffle again, wiping away her tears as best as she could. “teach me to be like you and teach me how to kill them!”

you paused, your feet shuffling on the ground below you.

“there’s things about the other world that we’ll probably never be able to understand,” you quoted. “every single spirit, every single ghost, specter, even demons have their reasons to do what they do. what if they’re also scared?”

you met her gaze again, your voice in a much softer tone.

“‘no creature, be it spirit or human or animal, is born innately evil.’ my family taught me that.”

her eyes became wide with curiosity now, stumbling behind you as you made your way towards the city.

“what about you? how are you so brave? are you not scared?” she shouted as you walked further and further away from her house.

turning towards her, your lips hinted with a ghost of a smile.

”i am.”

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

the girl clutched tightly to the red drawstring bag you gave her, before she opened her palm to carefully undo the strings.

inside was the slip of yellow paper, graffitied with bright red chinese characters.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

your mission of scoping out the village and getting to go home early was a success. you even had time to make it to the metro today. texting the girls, you reported the findings of your stakeout and began to make your way back to the modern era.

at least that was your plan until you realized that someone was watching you from one of the roofs ahead.

come on, you just finished up.

the figure, seemingly realizing that they have been caught, dropped down from the roof to reveal themselves in the street light.

mystery.

you stood there, no hand on blade, no ready stance. just waited for him to make a move.

or, you know, say something.

”look. i’m not going to fight you.” you assured him. you slowly unsheathed your blade, which earned you a low growl. you tossed both of them to the ground and kicked it towards him, rolling on the asphalt with a clatter. ”see?”

you two both stood in awkward silence before he crouched down to inspect them. holding a finger out he poked the metal blade, immediately recoiling his hand as if he had burned himself.

”it’s consecrated.” you stated. he studied the blade closely on the floor, his head tilting to the side to see the thickness of the metal.

the metal was about three millimeters wide, barely able to do any damage to human flesh.

maybe if you exerted a certain amount of force it could work. you would need to be willing to do a lot of damage to your opponent.

he stood back up, seemingly satisfied with his findings. tension stirred up between you two once more.

”that thing you said…” mystery spoke. you stood there paralyzed.

this was your first time hearing him talk, and his speaking was just as melodious as his singing.

”…do you really believe it?”

you took a second to process. demons have stalked you, made your job so much harder, and their existence had predetermined your life since you were born.

and yet…

”i do believe it.” you nodded.

it was mystery’s turn to pause now. you wondered how he looked under his bangs. flabbergasted? angry? was he going to tell you that you were foolish? lunge at you?

but no. a look of what you could only describe as conflicted and bewilderment appeared before he disappeared into pink smoke.

you gathered your weapons, placing them in your harness before you skipped towards the city lights.

maybe you should even treat yourself for coming home early by actually cooking today.

>ch. 9 here

a/n: i’m one chapter away from finishing the full fic! thank you guys sm for the fanart and the support for my fic, i greatly appreciate it! if you guys have more stuff (fanart, fan content, theories, headcanons etc.) again my inbox is always open!

my 100 follower special is coming soon. right now, i’m prioritizing as above, so below. i’ll try to have the special done by ch. 10 🤭

here are the pictures of the temple like i promised yesterday:

and here’s pictures of bukchon hanok village from a few years ago:

next update should be on wednesday!

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[mabyfavywavy]

As Above, So Below + Korea rambles 2

I can finally say that I’ve been to every place that I’ve written in the fic! I just visited one of the places in the next chapter, so expect to see those pictures tomorrow :3

Meanwhile, have these photos!

Me when Reader’s/AASB! MC’s metro stop:

[mabyfavywavy]

OMG OMG OMGGGGGG AAAAA THIS IS SO GOODDDD

@mabyfavywavy

I drew him

[mabyfavywavy]

rini here!!

here to drop off fnaart 🥹���🥹

i just made a random design that vaguely looks like me (so when i say that i want to marry them does that count as narcissim/self love)

the demon train!!1!!1 (idk if they’d say rip; i just wanted some text)

them with the blazer (i personally hate certain blazers so uh) the necklace was just a random talisman i decided to slap on just because

silly them when rumi pushed up the golden release

romance from the newest chapter 🥹🥹 (i just wanted to try and draw him with the half up and down)

i SWEAR i can draw both eyes, but my hands weren’t working so i just gave up (they’re sitting across but i became lazy MY BAD)

and yes, i only draw in random bursts of inspiration so that’s why they look like doodles and half assed sketches 💔💔

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDD I LOVE ITTTTTT AAAAAAA FANART OF MY FIC????? ALREADY????

THIS IS SO GOATEDDDDDDDD

[mabyfavywavy]

CAN I MARRY AASB! MC PLEASEEEE

THEY'RE SO FINE.... LIKE SO NONCHALANT AND DUTIOUS

NEED ME A PARTNER LIKE THATTHTBKR;G

rini

IMPORTANT THINGS TO KNOW:

Reader= you, the actual person but in AASB

AASB! MC= The main character in AASB. This is talking about them as if they’re a separate character

Yes… yes… another has been indoctrinated into the propaganda…

Yeah no the Reader has their fine ass moments that I have SPECIFICALLY CURATED FOR EVERYONE TO FEEL LIKE A BADASS

(See: CH. 2’s whole fight scene like… wesley i’m dripping 😩😩😩)

I’m also realizing a lot of people see the Reader in this story as their own mc and not actually themselves which is really interesting to me and also makes me want to write headcanons about the mc 😭

Here are some headcanons for Reader:

- If you interpret Reader from being from another country, you most DEFINITELY had a long talk with the TSA about the blades in your suitcase (even though they’re not sharp, like the blades are 3mm wide, but TSA is not too easily convinced it’s a prop…)

- Back problems from having to sit a certain way because of your swords under their jackets/blazers

- Fantasizes about vacation when they slay demons like Nanami does in that one scene

- Your talk about the torn blazer and you betraying Bobby by not wearing it went something like this:

“Bobby…”

“DON’T speak to me 😢”

“Bobby, please…”

“How could you betray me like this?”

“Bobby, I’ll buy you dinner to make up for it, I promise. I’ll buy us new matching blazers too.”

IF YOU ALSO BUY INTO THE AASB! MC X YOU PROPAGANDA HERE ARE SOME HCS:

- They pay for everything. The only reason why Romance paid for everything in the latest chapter is because he was way too quick with it

- Please take them on vacation. Dear god they need it.

- You get royalty treatment from them. Fuck them boys.

- Even though they’re always tired as fuck, they ALWAYS make time for you 🙏🙏

- Dating AASB! MC does mean that you’ll get glimpses of demons. Like they’d ever let them LOOK at you though.

- I’d like to think that it starts becoming normal to the point it’s like seeing a bug and you scream at them to kill it (they do it every time)

- They worry about your well-being because of the rising cases in “mission people” and makes you protection charms to always carry around

- they don’t want you to get into demon hunting, and are very hesitant to teach you. They’ll probably teach you simple protection spells and give you ready made purifying talismans/charms so that you don’t have to get hurt fighting

- they’ll teach you basic stuff slowly first since spiritual stuff is NOT to be just dove into

I’ll draw AASB! MC sighhhhh

[mabyfavywavy]

Yeah guys actually my mission is for all of you to simp over mc instead of the boys cause those men ain’t SHIT

I’m spreading my shaman!occultist!reader x you propaganda cause I’ve fallen for it too unfortunately

As Above, So Below + Korea rambles 🤭🤭

1. Kpop Demon Hunters plays EVERYWHERE. I’m literally at the grocery store rn and they were playing Your Idol while I faked being able to not speak Korean to a store employee that was harassing me to buy their product

2. Literally my RELATIVES have seen Kpop Demon Hunters (my auntie’s bias is Jinu) and LOVED it

She also correctly guess my two favs on the first try and told me that she knew they were my type

3. I got pictures of Han River today! (Where reader met Huntrix and had that ramen picnic with Abby)

4. I have a headcanon (I KNOW IM THE AUTHOR BUT LET ME LIVE) that since the majority of the fic is Reader’s POV that Reader doesn’t realize how fucking terrifying they are.

Like Jinu finds out about the supposed “weak link” of Huntrix being their manager. They find out that Reader is from an occoultist background and since in Korea, modern shamans don’t get a very good rep, he thinks Reader is a fake

And plus you’re nice to the other boys, which he sees as naive.

UNTIL READER SLIMES FLOOD OF DEMONS BY THEMSELVES WITH NO FORMAL HUNTER TRAINING LIKE HUNTRIX

Anyway that 100 follower special will most likely be released after Ch. 11!

[mabyfavywavy]

As Above, So Below + Korea rambles 🤭🤭

1. Kpop Demon Hunters plays EVERYWHERE. I’m literally at the grocery store rn and they were playing Your Idol while I faked being able to not speak Korean to a store employee that was harassing me to buy their product

2. Literally my RELATIVES have seen Kpop Demon Hunters (my auntie’s bias is Jinu) and LOVED it

She also correctly guess my two favs on the first try and told me that she knew they were my type

3. I got pictures of Han River today! (Where reader met Huntrix and had that ramen picnic with Abby)

4. I have a headcanon (I KNOW IM THE AUTHOR BUT LET ME LIVE) that since the majority of the fic is Reader’s POV that Reader doesn’t realize how fucking terrifying they are.

Like Jinu finds out about the supposed “weak link” of Huntrix being their manager. They find out that Reader is from an occoultist background and since in Korea, modern shamans don’t get a very good rep, he thinks Reader is a fake

And plus you’re nice to the other boys, which he sees as naive.

UNTIL READER SLIMES FLOOD OF DEMONS BY THEMSELVES WITH NO FORMAL HUNTER TRAINING LIKE HUNTRIX

Anyway that 100 follower special will most likely be released after Ch. 11!

[mabyfavywavy]

PEAK???? PEAK???? PEAKKKKKK????

MY FIC IS PEAKKKKK?????

RINI SAID MY FIC IS PEAK?????

I hope I did romance justice but looking at the comments people really like his characterization IM SO GLAD 🤭🤭🤭

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (CH. 7)

synopsis: what kind of man would he be if he didn't pay?

pairing: saja boys x shaman/witch!gn!reader

warnings: none

>m.list here

>ch. 6 here

you should have known that abby wasn’t going to be the only saja boy that would be sent to stalk you.

you had hoped, maybe prayed, that after the first failed attempt that jinu would have given up.

yes, jinu. who else could it have been?

abby hadn’t tried to kill you or follow you home a couple nights ago. you even had a little picnic with him at the park.

mystery? fuck if you knew. that man barely spoke two words to you, if he could speak at all. you still couldn’t get over the whole barking thing.

baby? he didn’t look like he gave two shits about you. just the knowledge that you were associated with huntrix made you irrelevant in his eyes.

romance? he was a little bit more questionable. you couldn’t deduce him. he was… somewhat unpredictable.

for one, he flirted with everything and everyone. admittedly, it was a great tactic of manipulation. it was actually quite impressive how quickly he could get someone on his side.

he was a siren that walked the earth it seemed.

you hummed, a case of tonics in one hand as you made your way to the huntrix tower elevator. you knew rumi’s voice was still recovering from the live show, and this was the least you could do.

that and picking up more patrol shifts of course, but that was an unspoken part of your job description.

you had picked up the hanyak tonics from all the way in dondaemun. zoey had raved on and on about tonics when rumi had first gotten sick, but it had turned out that the clinic they went to was a scam.

you thought to yourself if these things actually worked. they were ‘traditional herbal medicine’, but what exactly did they even do? the price had practically burned a hole in your pocket, but as long as rumi was healthy you were happy.

well, at least it wasn’t grape juice. the deep dark brown of the liquid in the clear bags had proved that.

“ugh, this is ass, you guys.” mira groaned in frustration. you sat in the corner of the room, a fly on the wall as you observed the scene in front of you. mira had draped herself over a keyboard pad. zoey was buried in piles and piles of scribbled notebook paper. rumi was glued to the computer.

”we got the lyrics down, but now we have to worry about how the songs are gonna sound.” zoey blew a piece of paper that was dangling from her head onto the floor.

“not to mention the choreography.” mira added, her voice muffled from her cheek resting against the black and white keys.

”i’ve got a few sample tracks, but i don’t know which one would fit the song more.” rumi lightly bit her fingernails, deep in thought.

you swiftly took a glance at the notebook with the lyrics.

“a demon with no feelings don't deserve to live, it's so obvious,” you read aloud. you gritted your teeth, your eyebrows knitting together in thought.

of course they would think that.

rumi slid the notebook to her side, blocking the words so that you couldn’t read anymore.

”yeah.” mira shrugged. “they steal human souls, wreck havoc…”

”try to seduce us with their dreamy looks…” zoey sighed, her attention now on the wall littered with saja boys pictures and darts. she shook her head wildly, dismissing the thoughts. “to try and kill us, i mean!”

you couldn’t help but notice that rumi had gotten quiet. her fingers quickly jumped from one key to another, but she didn’t seem like she was typing anything. her face looked as if she was on edge.

you found that she reacted quite similarly to you when these topics were brought up, but unlike you, she wasn’t outspoken about it.

you had made it clear several times that you were not a demon hunter. you took no joy in exorcising demons.

it was agree to disagree most of the time, though. you usually tried to avoid the topic, but in your line of work, it was very difficult.

”i think i’m going to take my leave now. thanks for inviting me.” you excused yourself. “i hope your voice feels better soon, rumi.”

there was no pressure in your voice, just comfort.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

it was one of those rare days where you had the evening off. you barely got to watch the sunset now, missing the cotton candy skies that would make your day feel just a little bit better.

you were off patrol duty tonight, which meant that you could actually start thinking about what you were going to eat today.

you should be a responsible adult and actually cook something that you could also meal prep for the next few days.

or you could eat at that new restaurant at starfield coex mall in gangnam that you’ve been dying to try recently. it was only a few blocks away from where the girls lived.

you could have lived near here too, but you liked your place in jamsil. it was a convenient place near the biggest line in the seoul metro. that’s not including lotte tower or the han river either.

yeah, you had a lot of fun whenever you had friends over.

lotte mall wasn’t starfield, but it had lotte world, and that was much better in your opinion.

the only downside was how jamsil station was right underneath lotte world, which meant that you were fighting tooth and nail to get a space on the train to get to work.

coex mall was ginormous. you’ve only gone once or twice, but you hadn’t been able to even look at half of the stores from how huge the layout was. you remembered that there was even a giant library inside, which had become a popular tourist destination.

but did you really want to waste your money at a fancy restaurant where the waiters would most definitely judge you for eating alone?

you could figure it out when you got there, you supposed.

you took the escalator down to the basement floor, squeezed towards the right side. with the directory pulled up on your phone, you began your search for the restaurant.

there were actually quite a few famous restaurants in the mall, but the one that you wanted to go to was fairly new. actually, bobby had been the one to mention it to you.

speaking of bobby, you had betrayed him this morning.

you showed up without your matching gray blazer this morning, and you could have sworn you saw the soul leave this man’s eyes. with the reaction he had, you would have thought that you had murdered this man’s entire family plus his dog.

no demon activity. you were the demon here.

you made up some bullshit excuse about it, something about how your friend’s cat had torn it up.

and bobby, sweet-kindhearted naive bobby, had believed you.

you could have sworn you were going in circles around this mall now. your stupid directory must have been outdated, because you didn’t recognize some of the stores that were labeled on the map.

your suspicions were confirmed when you passed a pillar decorated with plates for the fifth time.

groaning, you decided to direct your attention to another goal: to find another grey blazer. you couldn't stand to see bobby upset again (he probably wouldn’t be, he’s very understanding but you still felt bad.)

you found the nearest clothing store (there were at least four next to each other) and began to browse the racks. you had already taken a look through the windows to see if they had the style of clothing you were looking for.

you promised yourself not to spend your money on anything else but food and your one blazer.

oh, but those slacks would match so good with your blazer.

and those shoes too…

you spun on your heel, prepared to walk away from them both when your back made contact with another person.

you turned, about to give the person next to you a lecture about personal space when your eyes widened.

you nearly didn’t recognize him, but the rose pink hair had given him away.

romance sorted through the hangers, one arm covered with about fifty articles of clothing hanging. he softly sang, pushing his slipping wire rimmed glasses up his nose. his hair was pulled back into a half up half down pony tail, and his normal heart-shaped necklace was replaced by a pink and gold saturn-shaped pendant. you recognized the brand as vivienne westwood.

his fingers were decorated with thinner rings than usual, rose gold instead of his usual silver-banded ones.

huh. maybe abby was right about the whole superman thing.

he flinched when he realized that you were staring at him, nearly dropping his obscene amount of clothing onto the floor.

“sweetheart, you scared me!” his voice raised up a few octaves. he laughed nervously, one hand on his chest. romance cleared his throat, before he fixed his composure back to his usual, charming self.

”fancy seeing you here.” you returned with one eyebrow raised. your tone said otherwise, however. it was quite obvious that he had been following you around the mall and had gotten distracted. as much as you had liked to believe that you two had just coincidentally come into the same store, you still kept in mind that they were technically your rivals.

why else would it have been romance? that man could syphon information out of people with his charm like it was his own bottle of banana milk.

but jesus christ, how many clothes did he pick out in the five minutes that you had been in the store? how were the racks not bare?

”it’s been so long since we had a proper conversation! are you still buying me that drink you promised?” he smirked, his eyes surveying your form before pausing.

”wait, wait.” he held you by your shoulders, tilting his head as he did a double take on your appearance. “what happened to your grey jacket you always wear? the one you always match with… what was his name? robert?”

you removed his decorated ringed fingers from your arms with a frown. “bobby. it got torn up. you just noticed i wasn’t wearing it?” for however long he was stalking you, he wasn’t very observant.

“i was too distracted by your dazzling aura, love.” it was his turn to frown. “but that’s a shame. i really liked it.”

you sighed. yeah, you liked it too. mostly because of bobby, and because they covered your weapons nicely. romance seemed to have caught onto your disappointment, his eyebrows creasing before shoving the obscene amount of clothes in your arms.

”this won’t do.” romance tutted. he sauntered around the store, examining articles of clothing, reacting with either a scowl or an expression of consideration.

”romance, i’m kind of busy…” you began to protest.

he held up a button up to you, studying how it might fit on your body. his expression contorted into one of conflict before throwing it on the ever growing pile of clothes in your arms.

he was picking them out for you.

“okay, so i want you to try on these clothes in these corresponding outfits.” he explained while typing on your phone’s notes app. he leaned against the doorframe in front of your fitting room while you began to hang the rest of the clothes up on the wall hooks.

he handed your phone back to you, watching as you began to sort out which clothes were yours and which one were his. you handed back the rest of his portion.

”…are you going to leave?” you prompted. romance only folded his arms, as his toothy grin stretched from ear to ear.

“i’m here if you need help getting out of your clo-“

you slammed the door in his face.

if there was one thing about romance, it was that he really did have an impeccable sense of fashion. you wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one that picked out all of the boys’s outfits.

“so what brought you to the mall, angel? surely not because you knew i loved to shop?” he purred, one hand placed behind your back as you walked out of the store.

oh, so he wasn’t even hiding the fact that he had been stalking you.

”i actually came here to try out that new restaurant, but got lost along the way.” you said.

”you know, i did hear promising reviews about it.” romance remarked, before he fished his phone out of his pocket to check instagram. it seemed like he was also going to crash your dinner too. well, at least you weren’t going to be eating alone. you also knew that he was going to pay as well. he insisted that he pay for all of your outfits, which you had objected to.

“what kind of man would i be if i didn’t pay?” he waved you off. he even carried the bags for you.

once you got into the restaurant, he had already done thorough research on which menu items were the most popular. ordering was a breeze, and small talk came naturally to you two. you realized that even if romance was a bit of a flirt, he was a very fun person to talk to and be around.

you wondered if he had any other friends outside of the saja boys. were there even opportunities to hang out in the demon realm?

maybe that was why he was always looking for new places to go. it’s been forever since he’s explored the human realm, and many things have changed since the time he had lived.

what was he like before he turned? was he popular? did he hang around his friends, or even the people he flirted with like this?

”i’m so sorry but i’ve been meaning to ask this whole evening: are you romance from the saja boys?” your waitress had snuck up on you with the check while you were deep in thought.

”that’s me! did you want a photo with me?” romance flashed one of his signature charming smiles as the waitress nodded rapidly. they both took a quick selfie together before she thanked him. he placed his card in the check cover, to which he handed it to the server.

“i’m so sorry for disturbing your dinner, i’m just a huge fan!” she apologized, bowing to the both of you.

”no worries, hun. me and my date-“ he gave a strangled yelp as your heel collided with his toes.

”manager.” you gritted through your teeth. “this is strictly a business meeting.”

your server had to serve the other tables in her section, scurrying off. your plastered smile remained on your face until she had left.

“romance,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “you can’t go around saying stuff like that. you’re an idol. not to mention, it’ll ruin your whole ‘romantic’ image.”

romance gave a long exaggerated sigh of disappointment, holding his face up with his interlocked hands. it was very clear that he wasn’t listening to a thing you said.

”not to mention, i’m huntrix’s manager and you’re a part of the saja boys. we aren’t supposed to be seen with each other. our teams will kill us.” you could see that romance’s face had quickly fallen, his eyes downcast as his voice grew quiet. he stayed like that for a while, fidgeting with one of the rings on his fingers before he responded.

”…then why didn’t you leave?” his gaze was now fixed on the condensation of his water glass. it was your turn to be silent now. you wanted to tell him that just because he was a demon and you worked with huntrix, it didn’t mean that you completely agreed with them. you wanted to tell him about how you believed that underneath that seductive, charming, manipulative personality, you knew that that wasn’t all to him.

but you didn’t get the chance. romance’s card had come back and he was already starting to gather his things to leave.

”sorry, angel. gotta run before our server posts that photo of me.” his demeanor completely changed from his previous vulnerable state that he had been in.

he shot you a wink, handing you one of your shopping bags before he hurried out of the restaurant.

you sat there in a slight state of shock. what was that about, you thought. you’ve never seen that side of romance before, and it honestly gave you whiplash from the sudden change.

granted, the only side you’ve ever seen of romance was his persona on tv and in public.

you had bigger problems now, though.

how were you supposed to walk home with the obscene amount of bags you had to carry?

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

romance sauntered into the apartment and tossed his shopping bags to the floor before draping himself over the couch. his head rested in jinu’s lap, an exaggerated sigh escaping him.

normally jinu would’ve pushed him off, but he was too engrossed in reviewing footage of their previous tv interviews on their flatscreen.

“i thought i told you to go out and gather information on huntrix’s manager.” jinu calmly stated, his eyes never leaving the tv.

”i did! i found out what type of jewelry metal suits their skin tone, their shoe size…”

”romance.”

”what size shirt they wear, their pants size too…“

”romance.”

”and their preference in-”

“romance!” jinu roared before he exhaled sharply. he breathed in and out deeply, controlling his tone of voice and his temper. “information about huntrix.”

romance gave a soft ohhhh. he couldn’t help but think about how you had treated him just like any other human, or about how you knew that he was stalking you and still didn’t try to run.

“…nothing important.” romance concluded before he grabbed his bags and made his way into his room.

jinu covered his face in his hands, dragging it down in frustration.

”and you thought sending him was a good idea.” baby said from the floor, nursing a lollipop in his mouth.

>ch. 8 here

a/n: i made it to korea safe guys! i hope you guys like my rendition of romance! I unfortunately didn’t get to finish the fanfic on the plane, but i have more time here, so i can finish it this week! Hopefully, I’ll be able to get pictures of the actual locations! I still have a few from my last trip to Korea, so I’ll be using that for now.

Next update will be Sunday!

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AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (CH. 7)

synopsis: what kind of man would he be if he didn't pay?

pairing: saja boys x shaman/witch!gn!reader

warnings: none

>m.list here

>ch. 6 here

you should have known that abby wasn’t going to be the only saja boy that would be sent to stalk you.

you had hoped, maybe prayed, that after the first failed attempt that jinu would have given up.

yes, jinu. who else could it have been?

abby hadn’t tried to kill you or follow you home a couple nights ago. you even had a little picnic with him at the park.

mystery? fuck if you knew. that man barely spoke two words to you, if he could speak at all. you still couldn’t get over the whole barking thing.

baby? he didn’t look like he gave two shits about you. just the knowledge that you were associated with huntrix made you irrelevant in his eyes.

romance? he was a little bit more questionable. you couldn’t deduce him. he was… somewhat unpredictable.

for one, he flirted with everything and everyone. admittedly, it was a great tactic of manipulation. it was actually quite impressive how quickly he could get someone on his side.

he was a siren that walked the earth it seemed.

you hummed, a case of tonics in one hand as you made your way to the huntrix tower elevator. you knew rumi’s voice was still recovering from the live show, and this was the least you could do.

that and picking up more patrol shifts of course, but that was an unspoken part of your job description.

you had picked up the hanyak tonics from all the way in dondaemun. zoey had raved on and on about tonics when rumi had first gotten sick, but it had turned out that the clinic they went to was a scam.

you thought to yourself if these things actually worked. they were ‘traditional herbal medicine’, but what exactly did they even do? the price had practically burned a hole in your pocket, but as long as rumi was healthy you were happy.

well, at least it wasn’t grape juice. the deep dark brown of the liquid in the clear bags had proved that.

“ugh, this is ass, you guys.” mira groaned in frustration. you sat in the corner of the room, a fly on the wall as you observed the scene in front of you. mira had draped herself over a keyboard pad. zoey was buried in piles and piles of scribbled notebook paper. rumi was glued to the computer.

”we got the lyrics down, but now we have to worry about how the songs are gonna sound.” zoey blew a piece of paper that was dangling from her head onto the floor.

“not to mention the choreography.” mira added, her voice muffled from her cheek resting against the black and white keys.

”i’ve got a few sample tracks, but i don’t know which one would fit the song more.” rumi lightly bit her fingernails, deep in thought.

you swiftly took a glance at the notebook with the lyrics.

“a demon with no feelings don't deserve to live, it's so obvious,” you read aloud. you gritted your teeth, your eyebrows knitting together in thought.

of course they would think that.

rumi slid the notebook to her side, blocking the words so that you couldn’t read anymore.

”yeah.” mira shrugged. “they steal human souls, wreck havoc…”

”try to seduce us with their dreamy looks…” zoey sighed, her attention now on the wall littered with saja boys pictures and darts. she shook her head wildly, dismissing the thoughts. “to try and kill us, i mean!”

you couldn’t help but notice that rumi had gotten quiet. her fingers quickly jumped from one key to another, but she didn’t seem like she was typing anything. her face looked as if she was on edge.

you found that she reacted quite similarly to you when these topics were brought up, but unlike you, she wasn’t outspoken about it.

you had made it clear several times that you were not a demon hunter. you took no joy in exorcising demons.

it was agree to disagree most of the time, though. you usually tried to avoid the topic, but in your line of work, it was very difficult.

”i think i’m going to take my leave now. thanks for inviting me.” you excused yourself. “i hope your voice feels better soon, rumi.”

there was no pressure in your voice, just comfort.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

it was one of those rare days where you had the evening off. you barely got to watch the sunset now, missing the cotton candy skies that would make your day feel just a little bit better.

you were off patrol duty tonight, which meant that you could actually start thinking about what you were going to eat today.

you should be a responsible adult and actually cook something that you could also meal prep for the next few days.

or you could eat at that new restaurant at starfield coex mall in gangnam that you’ve been dying to try recently. it was only a few blocks away from where the girls lived.

you could have lived near here too, but you liked your place in jamsil. it was a convenient place near the biggest line in the seoul metro. that’s not including lotte tower or the han river either.

yeah, you had a lot of fun whenever you had friends over.

lotte mall wasn’t starfield, but it had lotte world, and that was much better in your opinion.

the only downside was how jamsil station was right underneath lotte world, which meant that you were fighting tooth and nail to get a space on the train to get to work.

coex mall was ginormous. you’ve only gone once or twice, but you hadn’t been able to even look at half of the stores from how huge the layout was. you remembered that there was even a giant library inside, which had become a popular tourist destination.

but did you really want to waste your money at a fancy restaurant where the waiters would most definitely judge you for eating alone?

you could figure it out when you got there, you supposed.

you took the escalator down to the basement floor, squeezed towards the right side. with the directory pulled up on your phone, you began your search for the restaurant.

there were actually quite a few famous restaurants in the mall, but the one that you wanted to go to was fairly new. actually, bobby had been the one to mention it to you.

speaking of bobby, you had betrayed him this morning.

you showed up without your matching gray blazer this morning, and you could have sworn you saw the soul leave this man’s eyes. with the reaction he had, you would have thought that you had murdered this man’s entire family plus his dog.

no demon activity. you were the demon here.

you made up some bullshit excuse about it, something about how your friend’s cat had torn it up.

and bobby, sweet-kindhearted naive bobby, had believed you.

you could have sworn you were going in circles around this mall now. your stupid directory must have been outdated, because you didn’t recognize some of the stores that were labeled on the map.

your suspicions were confirmed when you passed a pillar decorated with plates for the fifth time.

groaning, you decided to direct your attention to another goal: to find another grey blazer. you couldn't stand to see bobby upset again (he probably wouldn’t be, he’s very understanding but you still felt bad.)

you found the nearest clothing store (there were at least four next to each other) and began to browse the racks. you had already taken a look through the windows to see if they had the style of clothing you were looking for.

you promised yourself not to spend your money on anything else but food and your one blazer.

oh, but those slacks would match so good with your blazer.

and those shoes too…

you spun on your heel, prepared to walk away from them both when your back made contact with another person.

you turned, about to give the person next to you a lecture about personal space when your eyes widened.

you nearly didn’t recognize him, but the rose pink hair had given him away.

romance sorted through the hangers, one arm covered with about fifty articles of clothing hanging. he softly sang, pushing his slipping wire rimmed glasses up his nose. his hair was pulled back into a half up half down pony tail, and his normal heart-shaped necklace was replaced by a pink and gold saturn-shaped pendant. you recognized the brand as vivienne westwood.

his fingers were decorated with thinner rings than usual, rose gold instead of his usual silver-banded ones.

huh. maybe abby was right about the whole superman thing.

he flinched when he realized that you were staring at him, nearly dropping his obscene amount of clothing onto the floor.

“sweetheart, you scared me!” his voice raised up a few octaves. he laughed nervously, one hand on his chest. romance cleared his throat, before he fixed his composure back to his usual, charming self.

”fancy seeing you here.” you returned with one eyebrow raised. your tone said otherwise, however. it was quite obvious that he had been following you around the mall and had gotten distracted. as much as you had liked to believe that you two had just coincidentally come into the same store, you still kept in mind that they were technically your rivals.

why else would it have been romance? that man could syphon information out of people with his charm like it was his own bottle of banana milk.

but jesus christ, how many clothes did he pick out in the five minutes that you had been in the store? how were the racks not bare?

”it’s been so long since we had a proper conversation! are you still buying me that drink you promised?” he smirked, his eyes surveying your form before pausing.

”wait, wait.” he held you by your shoulders, tilting his head as he did a double take on your appearance. “what happened to your grey jacket you always wear? the one you always match with… what was his name? robert?”

you removed his decorated ringed fingers from your arms with a frown. “bobby. it got torn up. you just noticed i wasn’t wearing it?” for however long he was stalking you, he wasn’t very observant.

“i was too distracted by your dazzling aura, love.” it was his turn to frown. “but that’s a shame. i really liked it.”

you sighed. yeah, you liked it too. mostly because of bobby, and because they covered your weapons nicely. romance seemed to have caught onto your disappointment, his eyebrows creasing before shoving the obscene amount of clothes in your arms.

”this won’t do.” romance tutted. he sauntered around the store, examining articles of clothing, reacting with either a scowl or an expression of consideration.

”romance, i’m kind of busy…” you began to protest.

he held up a button up to you, studying how it might fit on your body. his expression contorted into one of conflict before throwing it on the ever growing pile of clothes in your arms.

he was picking them out for you.

“okay, so i want you to try on these clothes in these corresponding outfits.” he explained while typing on your phone’s notes app. he leaned against the doorframe in front of your fitting room while you began to hang the rest of the clothes up on the wall hooks.

he handed your phone back to you, watching as you began to sort out which clothes were yours and which one were his. you handed back the rest of his portion.

”…are you going to leave?” you prompted. romance only folded his arms, as his toothy grin stretched from ear to ear.

“i’m here if you need help getting out of your clo-“

you slammed the door in his face.

if there was one thing about romance, it was that he really did have an impeccable sense of fashion. you wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one that picked out all of the boys’s outfits.

“so what brought you to the mall, angel? surely not because you knew i loved to shop?” he purred, one hand placed behind your back as you walked out of the store.

oh, so he wasn’t even hiding the fact that he had been stalking you.

”i actually came here to try out that new restaurant, but got lost along the way.” you said.

”you know, i did hear promising reviews about it.” romance remarked, before he fished his phone out of his pocket to check instagram. it seemed like he was also going to crash your dinner too. well, at least you weren’t going to be eating alone. you also knew that he was going to pay as well. he insisted that he pay for all of your outfits, which you had objected to.

“what kind of man would i be if i didn’t pay?” he waved you off. he even carried the bags for you.

once you got into the restaurant, he had already done thorough research on which menu items were the most popular. ordering was a breeze, and small talk came naturally to you two. you realized that even if romance was a bit of a flirt, he was a very fun person to talk to and be around.

you wondered if he had any other friends outside of the saja boys. were there even opportunities to hang out in the demon realm?

maybe that was why he was always looking for new places to go. it’s been forever since he’s explored the human realm, and many things have changed since the time he had lived.

what was he like before he turned? was he popular? did he hang around his friends, or even the people he flirted with like this?

”i’m so sorry but i’ve been meaning to ask this whole evening: are you romance from the saja boys?” your waitress had snuck up on you with the check while you were deep in thought.

”that’s me! did you want a photo with me?” romance flashed one of his signature charming smiles as the waitress nodded rapidly. they both took a quick selfie together before she thanked him. he placed his card in the check cover, to which he handed it to the server.

“i’m so sorry for disturbing your dinner, i’m just a huge fan!” she apologized, bowing to the both of you.

”no worries, hun. me and my date-“ he gave a strangled yelp as your heel collided with his toes.

”manager.” you gritted through your teeth. “this is strictly a business meeting.”

your server had to serve the other tables in her section, scurrying off. your plastered smile remained on your face until she had left.

“romance,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “you can’t go around saying stuff like that. you’re an idol. not to mention, it’ll ruin your whole ‘romantic’ image.”

romance gave a long exaggerated sigh of disappointment, holding his face up with his interlocked hands. it was very clear that he wasn’t listening to a thing you said.

”not to mention, i’m huntrix’s manager and you’re a part of the saja boys. we aren’t supposed to be seen with each other. our teams will kill us.” you could see that romance’s face had quickly fallen, his eyes downcast as his voice grew quiet. he stayed like that for a while, fidgeting with one of the rings on his fingers before he responded.

”…then why didn’t you leave?” his gaze was now fixed on the condensation of his water glass. it was your turn to be silent now. you wanted to tell him that just because he was a demon and you worked with huntrix, it didn’t mean that you completely agreed with them. you wanted to tell him about how you believed that underneath that seductive, charming, manipulative personality, you knew that that wasn’t all to him.

but you didn’t get the chance. romance’s card had come back and he was already starting to gather his things to leave.

”sorry, angel. gotta run before our server posts that photo of me.” his demeanor completely changed from his previous vulnerable state that he had been in.

he shot you a wink, handing you one of your shopping bags before he hurried out of the restaurant.

you sat there in a slight state of shock. what was that about, you thought. you’ve never seen that side of romance before, and it honestly gave you whiplash from the sudden change.

granted, the only side you’ve ever seen of romance was his persona on tv and in public.

you had bigger problems now, though.

how were you supposed to walk home with the obscene amount of bags you had to carry?

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

romance sauntered into the apartment and tossed his shopping bags to the floor before draping himself over the couch. his head rested in jinu’s lap, an exaggerated sigh escaping him.

normally jinu would’ve pushed him off, but he was too engrossed in reviewing footage of their previous tv interviews on their flatscreen.

“i thought i told you to go out and gather information on huntrix’s manager.” jinu calmly stated, his eyes never leaving the tv.

”i did! i found out what type of jewelry metal suits their skin tone, their shoe size…”

”romance.”

”what size shirt they wear, their pants size too…“

”romance.”

”and their preference in-”

“romance!” jinu roared before he exhaled sharply. he breathed in and out deeply, controlling his tone of voice and his temper. “information about huntrix.”

romance gave a soft ohhhh. he couldn’t help but think about how you had treated him just like any other human, or about how you knew that he was stalking you and still didn’t try to run.

“…nothing important.” romance concluded before he grabbed his bags and made his way into his room.

jinu covered his face in his hands, dragging it down in frustration.

”and you thought sending him was a good idea.” baby said from the floor, nursing a lollipop in his mouth.

>ch. 8 here

a/n: i made it to korea safe guys! i hope you guys like my rendition of romance! I unfortunately didn’t get to finish the fanfic on the plane, but i have more time here, so i can finish it this week! Hopefully, I’ll be able to get pictures of the actual locations! I still have a few from my last trip to Korea, so I’ll be using that for now.

Next update will be Sunday!

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[mabyfavywavy]

how is korea so far :3?

Lmaoooo I JUST landed and I’m trying to get through passport and visa check

Here’s a pic I took on the plane!

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have an edited digital stock photo hug for your absolute banger of a saja boys fic

wait you're 20

Yes I’m unc 😞😞😞

BUT TYSMMMMM IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE ITTTT

[mabyfavywavy]

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(I LOVE YOU GUYSSSS OMG HAIIIIIII WE’RE ALL FRIENDS IN MY MIND)

[mabyfavywavy]

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW (CH. 6)

synopsis: you eat ramen with abby. no, not in that way.

pairing: saja boys x shaman/witch!gn!reader

warnings: violence

>m.list here

>ch. 5 here

your job got a little more interesting after that day.

make no mistake, you were still insanely busy, and the events you had to book just continued to snow ball. huntrix had been booking events left and right so that they could successfully promote golden over soda pop.

both songs had been competing for the number one spot for about a week now.

the girls were, needless to say, completely frazzled. you’ve seen cats look less stressed out after being told they were going to be bathed.

there were furiously scribbling in their notebooks new lyrics for a diss track towards the saja boys. you found the action slightly questionable. why rush making a song and present a diss track at the idol awards when they already have a perfectly good one ready to go?

also, you couldn’t help but silently disapprove of some of the lyrics. the sample beats that they had shown you were really good though, you couldn’t lie.

well, it was a good thing that you weren't a part of the band, right?

because of the extra workload on the girls, you volunteered to patrol more often. as much as you hated how much work you had, your love for the girls was tenfold. they may be your bosses, but they were your friends first.

you struggled to get back up on top of the train, your ritual blade penetrating through the metal to keep you from falling onto the tracks. the momentum of the train made it difficult to haul yourself back up. using the muscle in your very sore and very battered arms, you pushed yourself up as you hissed. steadying and balancing yourself onto the top of the train once more, you dislodged the blade that was in the metal and readied yourself.

their onslaught was merciless. they attacked you from all sides, attempting to crowd you towards the edge of the train once more. when you pushed one off of you, another would fling themselves towards your unguarded form.

you had no space to fight, let alone move at all. you just needed to hold them off for five more seconds before you could jump off the top of the train and fight them in the actual station.

the familiar chime of the train approaching the station echoed throughout the building. it began to slow dramatically, which was your cue.

you dived over the edge of the train and over the low platform edge doors, tucking yourself into a roll.

the impact was absorbed through your shoulder blade, transferring diagonally to your abdomen as you made contact with the hard ground. your eyes widened as you realized that during your landing, your pocket had gotten suspiciously lighter.

your phone.

it flew through the air before landing beside you, screen first with a sickening crunch.

you flinched as if it was your own bones breaking, before you focused your attention back upwards towards the remaining demons.

”please watch your step. please watch your step.”the intercom rang out as people began to file out of the train.

could have gotten that warning a bit earlier, you thought to yourself as the remainder of the people began to file out towards the stairs.

a yowl had your head immediately whipping around to the source of the noise. one of the demons leaped onto you, their teeth gnashing at the blade as you blocked them with it. you pushed the metal a little bit further, before you quickly slid it to the side as you removed it. it sliced open the mouth and cheeks of the demon before being dissipated into tiny pink sparkles.

one of your blades was knocked out of your hand as another immediately charged towards you. you twirled the other one by the handle before charging towards the demon behind it.

you thrusted your blade into its gaping maw before the metal pierced through the back of its head. you continued to charge as the metal became more and more coated with the vicious, slimy fluid from the saliva of the demons.

you cleared three demons this way, a fog of violet and pink glimmer surrounding you as you wiped off the clear liquid from the metal onto your blazer. it was due for a wash soon, anyway. you made your way towards your dropped items, sheathing your other blade upwards into the harness covered by your blazer.

now, for the big moment.

carefully and hesitantly, your hand shook as you reached out for your phone. as if preparing for a jumpscare, you closed your eyes shut before flipping over your phone screen to access the damage.

your phone screen was barely intact. the impact had practically shattered the screen, a giant web of white thread-like lines decorating the reflective black.

you huffed, pocketing your phone. you’ll get it repaired soon, you thought. as long as it worked, then it was good enough for you.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

the atmosphere of the warm toned light radiating from the street lamps slightly comforted you as you trudged towards the convenience store. the harsh LED lighting clashed with the orange hue of the light outside, practically leading and inviting you in like you just walked up to the gates of heaven.

you didn’t really have time to cook anymore, so you mostly survived off of takeout. if you were in a pinch, you would stop by for cup ramen or pre-made bento boxes.

at least you made good enough money to buy instant food and live comfortably now.

as you made your way to the store, you found out that your phone was still functional. you had a few missed calls and texts from the girls, who thanked you for your work and informed you that they had a run in with the boys earlier.

you muttered a greeting to the teenager behind the counter, who most likely already knew you by name now because of how often you frequented.

you went to the drinks first, examining the bottles behind the glass door when you stopped yourself abruptly.

your beloved grey blazer had been torn in multiple places, your inner shirt peeking out through the tattered seams of your sleeve. bright blue and purple contusions decorated your face, and claw marks littered your exposed skin.

maybe you should start wearing armor or something. the amount of clothes you had to mend or completely discard was getting ridiculous.

you tsked as you removed your blazer, running your thumb over some of the tears as if it would help. slinging it over your shoulder, you decided to just make your own drink with the juice pouches and the cups of ice in the small compact freezer near the door.

a familiar head of dark fuchsia towered over the aisles. why, out of all places, did you have to meet one of them now?

it wasn’t that you were on bad terms with any of them, really. in fact, romance and abby had been very sweet to you during the first time you met them. it was just that things had become… a bit more complicated after they found out you were huntrix’s manager.

you avoided eye contact when you could, a small sense of shame digging into you every time you saw them. you didn't lie, technically. you were an assistant.

it just turned out that you were the assistant to the people they were trying to kill to take over the-

“hey, you. you been avoiding me?”

you were so distracted by your thoughts that you didn’t realize abby had spotted you, coming over to where you were standing. he grinned, his body weight shifted to one leg. he held a bag of turtle chips in one hand and a bacchus drink in the other.

from where you were, you could see that he was also in quite a disheveled state. his usually neat hair was tousled, and his baby pink button up was lacerated in several different spots.

you wondered if a demon specifically like him could get hurt. could he potentially heal himself? could demons do that? were there injuries that you couldn’t see?

he scanned over your form too. the silence between you two said enough.

there was no use in asking what happened, or to feign innocence between each other. you both knew what had happened.

the real question that lingered between you two was what happens next.

”we don’t allow weapons in the store.” the cashier spoke up, pointing to your back. you instinctively looked behind you, realizing that the blades on your back were on display now. they were attached to the harness that you wore under your blazer.

“they’re actually props.” you quickly improvised, sliding one out. “the metal’s blunt.”

the employee didn’t even seem to care, really. they took a quick fleeting glance before going back on their phone.

you turned back to abby, the silence once again weighing between you two. you knew he would most likely follow you home, or report back to jinu, or both.

you knew that it was also likely that he may try and fight you. it was the unlikely option between the first two, but then again, who was the one barely able to stand right now?

if he wanted to stalk you, then you weren’t going to just lead him to your home.

and you weren’t going to be followed.

”i’m going down to han river to eat. you want to come?”

he blinked. then blinked again. you could tell that he was thrown off by your invitation, something that you had anticipated.

if he tried to fight you, at least you’d be able to have some space in the park without people noticing, right?

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

you lazily swung one arm over the backrest of the park bench as you shook your drink in your hand. your head was thrown back as you tried to relieve the throbbing migraine you had.

hm. the sky was so empty, you noticed. you never noticed how much you missed the stars blanketing the sky until you came to seoul. the stars and moon were your night light back then, shining through your window and comforting you when you couldn’t sleep.

there was a time in your childhood when you had been constantly afraid. you only recently learned about the existence of demons, and you had realized how delicate human lives really were.

you never knew if it was going to be you or your family next.

you missed the days where you didn’t know anything. you missed being able to play outside without worrying about dying.

you missed when you were happy and ignorant and stupid and…

and a child.

”alright, this should be ready to eat now.” abby sighed as he plopped down next to you on the bench. you snapped out of your trance from the abrupt break in the silence. he had two cups of ramen in his hand, the steam escaping from the half-opened flaps. abby handed one to you, the warm exterior of the cup contrasting your ice-cold hands from the drink.

he put his ramen between his knees as he dug out a pair of wooden chopsticks. he broke the noodles apart with the utensil and began to noisily slurp.

”should you be eating that?” you pointed to his cup, which had zoey’s face plastered next to the name. abby froze mid-chew, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights as he spun the cup around to see what you were pointing at.

”what? it tastes good.” he shrugged before he swallowed the remainder of the noodles.

“it’s hamburger flavored.”

”yours is ‘superstar’!” he protested. “what kind of flavor is that even supposed to be?”

you couldn’t argue with him on that one.

you two sat in silence for a little bit, before you heard a crinkle noise from next to you. abby had opened the bag of turtle chips that you saw him with earlier, tearing the bag down the middle to expose the chips and the shiny metal foil underneath.

he set it down between you two, taking one and crushing it up in his fist to sprinkle over his ramen.

”take some. you did pay for it.” he gestured towards the chips with his elbow. you did pay for it. it was expensive as shit.

well, that’s what you got for going to a convenience store next to one of the biggest tourist sites in seoul, right?

you two were fortunate that no one else but the cashier was in the store. you weren’t ready to take on running from fans again.

“you don’t wear a disguise while going out?” you asked him. from what you had seen, he hadn’t worn a disguise when you two first met and it took fans a good while to be recognized. your girls never left their tower without one.

”well,” abby swallowed his noodles before setting it back down between his legs again. “when i’m with the guys, i get recognized a lot. when i’m by myself, not really. like, you don’t expect a random guy on the street that suspiciously looks like someone famous to actually be that guy, you know? like uh… like soup man.”

you cocked your head slightly in confusion. soup man?

“you mean superman?” you corrected him.

“yeah, yeah, yeah, that guy!” he nodded furiously. “oh, man, that guy’s awesome. he can fly at supersonic speeds, shoots lasers out his eyes, super strength and his build? fucking amazing.” he flexed a bicep to emphasize his point. you couldn’t help but smile at his wonder. it was like seeing a glimpse of someone’s childhood self.

“yeah,” you nodded back, your grin still prevalent. “he is pretty cool.”

you looked back up again, the sky pitch black. goddamn light pollution.

you noticed abby scoping out the night sky and river, too. you barely caught it, but there was a flicker of wistfulness that made its way across his face.

right. han river must have changed drastically since he’s been alive. even in the last hundred years, han river had undergone major changes. you wondered if he missed seeing the stars too, just like you.

how bright were they back then? did they litter the sky, like salt on a black table sheet? were they just as numerous as the grains of sand on the beach.

“do you ever miss the past?” you whispered under your breath. you didn't know if it was meant for you or him. perhaps a little bit of both.

gradually, abby’s face fell. it was very subtle, and it wasn’t as noticeable in the shroud of the night.

he popped a chip in his mouth, his molars crunching on the flaky layered snack. he chewed thoughtfully as he continued to look out towards the river.

“…what’s with the sudden deep question?” he answered finally.

you should have known that that wouldn’t be answered easily.

“things change. it’s a given.” abby said after a beat of silence. “shit happens.”

his voice faltered on the last phrase, as if he was still trying to convince himself of that. you decided you wouldn’t pry further.

you analyzed his torn clothes, wondering if he had sustained any injuries again.

just in case, you offered him your painkillers.

“no need since… well… you know.”

you nodded. he stopped eating, his swallows and chews slowing to a halt.

you knew that you two were both thinking the same thing:

your teams were going to kill you two if they saw you guys like this.

“you know, a lot of people eat ramen by the river. it’s a must try experience for some tourists, apparently. something about it being in dramas.” abby cleared his throat.

”what, did you hear that from romance?” you chuckled. they both seemed the closest out of all of them. or maybe they both shared a single brain cell between each other. ”didn’t know you were the type to be influenced so easily.”

“hey, it just sounded like it would be fun!” abby insisted.

“are you having fun right now?” you asked. abby paused, watching as the cars on the bridge over the river raced back and forth. he looked down at his nearly empty cup of ramen and the chips that he placed between the two of you. his eyes flitted to the flecks of green onion and carrot in his ramen, which swirled on the surface of the red liquid.

and just like that, your little party with abby got crashed.

“where the fuck have you been? you were supposed to be in and out of the store!” the hiss from behind you two had you both turning around.

two very familiar figures walked down the hill and up to your bench. baby and mystery.

you didn’t even notice it was baby at first. it wasn’t because his appearance looked any different. he was all smiles in public and on tv, but the scowl on his face right now practically made him unrecognizable.

“sorry, man. got caught up in the view.” abby half-apologized. he wasn’t even looking at the other two idols.

you gave a small nod to both baby and mystery. baby didn’t seem to realize that you were there until you had caught his attention. he narrowed his eyes at you, shooting you a guarded expression before he continued to chew out abby. something about how jinu’s been on his ass until he found abby and brought him home. mystery didn’t even seem to notice you.

so much for being polite.

“relax, dude. i got your shit right here.” abby patted the plastic bag next to him on the bench. “i’m leaving, i’m leaving right now, see?”

baby huffed, calming down as he rooted through the bag and claimed a lollipop. he seemed to relax just a tiny bit as he unwrapped the candy and put it in his mouth. you couldn’t help but hold back in a giggle.

both of the idols walked away before teleporting in a puff of pink smoke. abby began to tidy up his seat, throwing away his empty cup of ramen in the nearest trash can. you only awkwardly observed as he did, thinking about what’s going to happen next.

you knew for a fact that baby or mystery would most likely tattle on abby to jinu.

okay, maybe you didn’t know for sure, but their reactions did inform you that they still very much saw you as an enemy.

maybe they saw you as an even bigger target now. you didn’t try to kill abby the whole night. maybe they would take that as a sign of weakness and try to use that to their advantage.

maybe they’ll tell huntrix.

you hoped to god they wouldn’t.

“to answer your question,” abby spoke as he grabbed the plastic bag from where he had sat. “i did have fun.”

he smiled a genuine smile, not the smug ones he flashes to the girls, or the ones he shows to fans. he turned and walked away from you to follow his friends’ path.

“you should probably finish your ramen.” he shouted as he disappeared into the night.

the only noise that now filled the air were the cars honking in the distance.

you picked up the ramen, now completely cooled down from the wait. you swirled around the now mushy and clumped ramen noodles, picking them up with chopsticks before slurping.

“superstar.” you scoffed. “what kind of flavor is this even supposed to be?”

>ch. 7 here

a/n: all the boys will have their moments guys, trust. my next update i'm going to try and upload on thursday, but I'm not sure if I can since i'll be in korea and yk... time difference.

i made a diagram of how the harness fits underneath your blazer cause i don't know if i explained it all too well.

⚠️THIS IS NOT A REPRESENTATION OF WHAT READER'S BODY TYPE LOOKS LIKE, THIS IS JUST AN EXAMPLE⚠️

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