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that-one-girl2020 · 10 hours ago

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From your last post we saw how much Huntrix and the Saja Boys love reader and I love it. It made think about how competitive the two groups must be when it comes to hanging out with reader. Let's say the girls want to take reader to the bath house but the boys want to take reader on a date to the arcade or something. They start getting competitive and it continues to escalate. On a variety show the two Kpop groups are against each other and make a bet for who gets to have reader for the week without interruptions. Reader watching from the audience as chaos erupts on the show.

Pride Hunt Diaries Ep. 4

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: This one was also partially inspired by a request from @chaoticfivesworld so thank you to them as well for the idea!

Synopsis: The Saja Boys and Huntr/x have been arguing more and more about who gets to spend time with you so for this episode, the groups go head to head in a trivia game to see who will get to spend a whole week with you, uninterrupted.

TW: Fluff, comedy, competitiveness, mentions of toxic parenting (thanks Celine), low self esteem, insecurity, the girls don’t know (Y/n) as well as they think.

Word Count: 1.5k

Divider credit: @numbpill

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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

“Where’s (Y/n)?”

“I don’t know…”

“I think she had something else scheduled today.”

“Hey, today is our day with her after we’re all done so it’s not your guys’ business!”

“What do you mean? You had the whole weekend with her!”

“No, you guys crashed our spa day! We were supposed to go to the bathhouse with her!”

“Well you guys crashed our group date day! We were gonna go rock wall climbing!”

“You literally said it wasn’t a big deal!”

“Well I lied! I wasn’t gonna stone wall (Y/n)’s sisters right in front of her!”

“Is this because of when I accidentally crashed your hang out that one time?”

“Are you sure it was an accident?”

“No, ‘cause it wasn’t.

*dramatic gasp*

Beeeeeeeep

“Hey, welcome to another episode of…”

“The Pride Hunt Diaries!”

“Whooo!”

“This is a lot more fun when (Y/n) is here…”

“Dude, you literally saw her this morning.”

“Don’t remind me how long its been!”

“Okay!” Rumi clapped her hands, “Before we get completely off track, let’s hear what we’re gonna be doing today.”

The eight stood in a line in front of the cameras, the Saja Boys on one side and Huntr/x on the other. The studio was empty besides two different tables behind them. They looked at the staff behind the cameras to hear from Bobby what they were going to be doing.

“Today, you guys will be going head to head in a trivia game about your favorite topic…”

“(Y/n)?”

“It’s gotta be about (Y/n), right…?”

“Could be about our music or our fans…”

“Nah, the one topic we all agree on absolutely is (Y/n).”

“The topic is: (Y/n)!” Bobby announced a bit redundantly. However, he continued anyway. “And the prize for the winning group will be…”

A drum roll track sounded and then trumpets as the doors at the back of the filming studio opened and you were pushed in by the staff as you sat atop an elaborate throne on a rolling platform. “A week of (Y/n) time without the other group interfering! We will have security to make sure it’s abided by.”

You couldn’t help but blush and cover your face as both groups cheered loudly, shaking each other excitedly and getting pumped up. You don’t know how Bobby talked you into this.

“We totally got this!” Zoey cheered. “We’ve known (Y/n) way longer then them!”

Mira smirked, crossing her arms confidently, “Yeah, there’s no way these losers are beating us in a trivia game about (Y/n).”

“We got this,” Rumi stated confidently and the three girls high fived.

“Not so fast, ladies,” Jinu smirked, propping his arm on Kwan’s shoulder.

Kwan matched his smirk, crossing his arms, “You know it’s not about the quantity of time with someone but more about the quality, right?”

Rumi shifted her weight, propping her hand on her hip as she raised an eyebrow at the men, “Are you saying we didn’t have good years with (Y/n)?”

Chungae merely shrugged cockily, “Hey, we weren’t saying that, but if you think so then…”

Jum nodded, popping a cinnamon sucker in his mouth, “We know (Y/n) better.”

“You’re going to lose,” Hyeon chimed simply.

Bobby interrupted, “Okay guys! We’ve asked (Y/n) a series of questions and she’s written down the answers on her sheets. We have copies over here so we’ll make sure there’s no cheating as well! There will be three rounds with the points the questions are worth increasing with each round. Please take your seats!”

They shuffled off to do as he said as you raised your hand curiously from your throne platform between the two tables. “Hey, Bobby, just to be clear, am I asking the questions and giving the answers, just giving the answers, or just sitting here?”

“Asking and answering!”

“Cool, thanks!” You didn’t expect it but you guess you’ll be taking on more of an emcee role again for this episode. Once everyone was settled with their white boards, you started, “Okay, let’s begin with round one, questions will be worth two points and in order for the group to get points, it has to be the majority of the group with the right answer.”

“Let’s get it,” Kwan rubbed his hands together readily.

“What is (Y/n)’s favorite snack?”

“Oh, I know this!” Zoey cheers, popping the cap of her marker open so she can scribble her answer down.

You wait for them to finish writing, “Okay, everyone ready? Show your answers in three, two, one…”

“How could you guys think that’s her favorite?” Rumi raised an eyebrow at the boys’ answers.

“We’ve only seen her eat those maybe a few times in a year,” Mira chimed as well.

Zoey raised her board victoriously, her answer matching the other two’s, “I always remember because (Y/n) and I share a favorite!”

You can’t help but grimace at their confident remarks, but Jum pipes up before you can say anything. “Whenever we make convenience store runs, this is what she’ll get every time.”

The other guys nod in agreement and both groups look at you for your answer, “Sorry girls, but the guys are right…”

The boys cheer, clearing their boards as the girls deny it, “But we’ve literally seen you eat shrimp chips everyday for two weeks straight!”

You shrink into your throne awkwardly, “That was because we had a lot around since it’s Zoey’s favorite and I was too busy to cook for myself…”

The girls sagged but accepted the defeat, determined to get the next question right. “What is (Y/n)’s favorite movie?”

“But you always picked this one when it was your turn for movie night!”

“Sorry, I always chose that one because you all like it…”

On and on it went…

“How does (Y/n) prefer to relax?”

“Whenever we weren’t doing anything, you were always watching videos!”

“Yeah, so I could get visual ideas for you guys…”

“What is (Y/n)’s favorite restaurant?”

“…”

“Is this like the movie thing and you always suggested it because it has things we all like?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh come on!”

“What’s a hobby that (Y/n) has always wanted to try?”

“But you always put so much journaling and scrapbooking materials in your wish lists!”

“It was something I thought about trying to help make visuals for you guys…”

It wasn’t a total landslide win for the guys though, when it moved onto the other rounds and the questions were a little more personal, the girls were able to make up a bit of the point gap.

“What is (Y/n)’s most loved possession?”

“We both have one but when our mom was pregnant, she made these blankets for us—not well, but she still made them and they have our names embroidered on them and everything. Whenever we go traveling, we both take them with us.”

Still, the guys ended up winning with a decent gap in points, and when it was announced, they cheered and scooped you from your throne as you yelped in surprise before laughing.

“We got (Y/n)! We got (Y/n)! We got (Y/n)!” They carried you around over their heads, chanting like you were Harry Potter after the first task.

The girls were sulking but still knew it was in good fun. Well. They would have a few more things to say to Celine than they already did the next time they saw the hag. You felt bad that the girls seemed to feel like they didn’t know you as well as they thought they did but you had never been a priority in your mind. It was only after the Idol Awards and with the help of the guys that you were finally realizing that you were a priority and you deserved to have an opinion.

When you were finally put down, you all lined up in front of the cameras to have some final words before the end of the show. “Okay, what do you guys plan to do now that you have a week of uninterrupted (Y/n) time?”

“Beach group date!”

“Movie date!”

“At home spa date!”

“Picnic date!”

“Dinner date!”

“Lazer tag date!”

“You know she’s gonna kick your ass at that right?”

“Yeah. That’s why I wanna do it.”

Rumi couldn’t help but shake her head, whispering to her girlfriends too quietly for the mics to pick up, “I can’t believe some fans still think they’re not dating…”

“I know, right?”

Mira spoke up, “Well, we’re gonna go sulk at home because we won’t be seeing (Y/n) for a week.”

Zoey looked at their manager, “Yeah, Bobby, when does the week officially start?”

“When the boys decide it starts.”

The boys didn’t even have to look at each other, Kwan scooped you up and slung you over his shoulder as Jinu yelled, “It starts tonight, bye!”

The five guys with you over one’s shoulder ran from the studio without any warming. You squealed at being manhandled by your boyfriends but couldn’t help but giggle, “Guys!”

“You’re all ours for the next seven days, babe!”

“Hey! At least start tomorrow and let us have tonight!”

“Come back here!”

“Give me back my sister!”

“You snooze, you lose girls!”

“We didn’t even do the goodbye thing!”

“Kwan, toss her over here!”

“Kwan, no, don’t you dare—! Ah!”

“I got ya, pretty girl! Hyeon!”

“No, this is not Hot Potato or Keep Awa—!”

“Mine.”

“Run!”

This has been another episode of…

The Pride Hunt Diaries

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that-one-girl2020 · 18 hours ago

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i cant stop thinking about this-- its clear rumi's sister!readerdidn't have the best life, but it definitly could've gone worse. Maybe there's a world where Celine chose to kick reader out to focus on rumi only, by then everything spirals down for reader while the events of the continued on as normal. This'll prob be a huge nightmare to wake up from polytrix and the saja boys lol

What Could Have Been

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: There’s not a lot of dialogue in this one either, but I kind of speed ran a decade and in this ‘what if’ scenario, I don’t think they would have ever really interacted with each other and it would really just follow the events of the movie.

Synopsis: Maybe it’s a message from the universe, but eight people having the same eerie dream at once of what could have happened if Celine had thrown you out all those years ago definitely feels purposeful. (Read the short series for this to make sense!)

TW: Child abandonment, toxic parenting, abandonment issues, self harm (intense scratching), fear of being killed, paranoia, low self esteem, insecurity, angst, bad ending (in dream), etc.

Word Count: 1.8k

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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

Young Rumi woke up with the sun as usual, something she always did but would eventually grow out of due to the various responsibilities and numerous tasks demanded of a famous idol. But she wasn’t an idol yet. She was just a little girl that was being raised by her Aunt along with her twin sister.

The day before had been scary… Rumi had shown promise months back, the threads of the Honmoon glimmering around her faintly when she sang for the first time. It was one of the happiest moments of her life, a physical connection with her deceased mother. But… nothing happened for her sister.

Hours, days, weeks and then months passed with Aunt Celine working (Y/n) harder and harder, trying to get her to connect with the Honmoon like Rumi had. Nothing worked. Aunt Celine had been getting more and more frustrated and angry and (Y/n) had been getting more and more scared and nervous until it all accumulated during weapons training the day before. It wasn’t anything serious.

The two of them had been sparring with the training weapons, moving through simple katas when (Y/n) had gotten a good hit in and Rumi had fallen back, losing her weapon and cutting her arm on a stray rock with a startled cry.

“What have you done, you terrible child?!” Aunt Celine had burst out, pushing (Y/n) back forcefully so she could carefully cradle Rumi in her arms. “I can’t look at you right now! Go to your room for the rest of the day and don’t you dare come out until I say you can!”

Body trembling and eyes wet, you had gone. Pushing yourself out of the dirt and sniffling as you went, (Y/n) had quietly gone back to your room and Rumi did not see you for the rest of the day. Not for the rest of training, not for dinner, not for free time, and not for bed time.

But that was okay because Rumi would get to see you for breakfast. Right?

Carefully peeking into the kitchen to see if you were cooking like Aunt Celine had been having you do for the past few weeks, she was surprised to only see Aunt Celine and no you. Maybe Aunt Celine had decided to let you have a break after being so mean to you yesterday.

“Aunt Celine?” Rumi called out carefully, not wanting to trigger the woman’s temper after yesterday. “Where’s (Y/n)?”

Aunt Celine went carefully still, her back to Rumi. “She’s gone Rumi.”

Rumi’s chest felt like someone had reached in and carved something important out. “‘Gone’?” She echoed hollowly.

The knife fell harsher than before. “Yes. Gone. You will not be seeing that demon child ever again. However, if you do, then you are to kill her on sight.”

Rumi, confused and too many complicated emotions spinning into a whirlwind in her still growing body, stumbled back and her legs gave out the support she had now gone. In more ways than one. “What…? But, (Y/n)’s my sister! I love—“

Rumi couldn’t help but flinch as Aunt Celine slammed the knife down harshly, “That child is not your sister, she’s no good. She’s a demon and that is all that is important now. I will hear no more of her.”

Rumi felt like the world was graying out around her. She couldn’t stay in the house with her Aunt anymore. She ran outside and away.

“(Y/n)!” She called, unaware of how her patterns glowed with her distress, creeping across her skin. “(Y/n)! Where are you?!”

Maybe you were still around. Maybe she could sneak you into her room until Aunt Celine calmed down. Then everything would be okay again, right? She had to find you though because Aunt Celine would call her for breakfast soon and what would she do if Rumi was late? Would she get rid of Rumi too? She was a demon too, wasn’t she?

No, she couldn’t think about that now. She had to find you, her sister.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Come back!”

She shouted, tears mixing with her snot until she couldn’t take it anymore and fell to the ground and cried. And then Aunt Celine’s voice called for her and Rumi had to swallow her tears down and go about the day as she usually would under the careful watch of her Aunt.

Years passed. She didn’t see you again.

That day, Aunt Celine had silently brought you into the car with nothing but the clothes on your back. She drove for a long time. Maybe half the night, maybe more. Until she stopped in the middle of nowhere and brought you out of the car and into the middle of the road. She told you to stay there. She got in the car, you calling after her in confusion and then fear and desperation.

Her last words to you were, “If I ever see you again, then either I or the Hunters will kill you.” She drove away, leaving you, a child, in the middle of the road with your hands and knees scraped from the asphalt and crying great heaving sobs.

You were so scared. Scared and broken. There was nothing else to be said about it because what words could describe what it was like to be abandoned like that.

You cried for longer than you would ever be able to tell and then you walked for double that—long after the sky turned blue with the sun. You scratched and scratched at your arms until they were raw and bloody, trying to get rid of your patterns in hopes that if they were gone, you would be able to go home again.

A nice woman driving by on the desolate road took you to the hospital where they treated the wounds on your arms, hands, and knees. Then you were questioned but all you could give them was your name. It was while you were at the hospital, being kept there while officials debated what to do with you, when you saw a news segment of your Aunt Celine at some event, your sister at her side.

Your heart twisted and pulled with warring emotions. Home. Safety. Love. Fear. Terror. Danger. The conflicting visceral reaction made your stomach turn so hard that you threw up and cried and tried to scratch some more.

You ended up being placed in the foster system, where you were bounced from home to home, never being allowed to settle. No one could handle you. It was either issues with the other kids because of your patterns or the adults being unable to handle your anxieties and scratching.

The only thing that somewhat soothed you was singing and dancing. You only did so in the quiet of the night or when you were sure you were alone. Despite the way you grew up, you dreamed so intensely of performing in front of others, of sharing your song and dance, your soul with others but the idea of it always filled you with so much terror that your nails would sink into skin.

They would see you.

Celine’s last words to you haunted you. You were so terrified that she or one of the Hunters would see you while you performed, even if it was just a crowd in the middle of a quiet park, that you never dared to sing or dance in front of a single person. You were so scared that your sister would one day come to kill you.

You saw her of course. How could you not? Her and two other girls debuted so spectacularly that it was like they set a bomb off in the entertainment industry. They climbed so quickly that it was almost dizzying. It was strange feeling a flicker of pride for your sister through the fear and envy you felt whenever you saw her image.

You moved through life in a daze of terror and emptiness, getting a simple job where you knew you would never cross paths with your sister and living in a simple apartment. And everyday, it ached in you that this was your life.

It was almost a relief when you saw the Saja Boys.

You weren’t there at their debut, but there were plenty of videos of it online within seconds. Even through the low quality of the fancam recording, you could see the faint flicker of demonic features. You didn’t know what they were doing here in the human world, but you didn’t care very much. They were demons, like you. And they were performing so freely.

You followed their budding career as closely as you could from another city. You could tell that your sister and her friends were doing their best to kill them or get the upper hand but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

They were just demons but they gave you the courage you needed to finally try.

It wasn’t anything large and public. It was just a simple video recording of you and your guitar, singing a song you wrote a long time ago when you were more sad and lonely than usual. You posted it and gained a good number of followers so you posted a few more times. You created your own little nook in the corner of the internet where you felt safe with the small number of people that liked your music.

You maybe felt happy. For the first time in years.

And while that was happening, tensions between the Saja Boys and Huntr/x rose higher and higher. Rumi struggled with her secrets, the shame of her patterns and the fear that started years ago of anyone finding out about her patterns. If Aunt Celine would kill you and toss you from their home so easily then what was keeping anyone from turning against her? There was a distance between the girls that they struggled to bridge.

Then the Idol Awards happened and you saw your sister with her patterns exposed on national television. You couldn’t help but empathize and worry for Rumi but it was distant. You worried for the little girl you remembered, the sister that would sneak out to stargaze with you and giggle in the forest glade. But you hadn’t seen that girl in over a decade. Still, you couldn’t help but scratch.

But then Gwi Ma was defeated, the Honmoon sealed and Jinu, Kwan, Chungae, Hyeon, and Jum died without ever knowing what love or hope was like.

And you disappeared beneath the rainbow threads without a trace. Only a fading scream and an impression of magenta flames burning left beneath eyelids.

Eight people awoke abruptly, sitting up in sheets soaked with cold sweat and hearts racing painfully in their chests.

It had never happened.

Relief slammed through them with the force of a freight train.

When you awoke the next morning, there were eight more bodies in your bed than you remembered going to sleep with.

A/N: In the movie, they don’t really show the demons being sealed away in the end, just the Honmoon being complete so I don’t know if the demons on that side of the Honmoon escaped being sealed away and the girls had to hunt them down or if they were sealed away? Like, Derpy and Sussie were still in the human world so maybe it was a subconscious thing? So, in the what-if world, it had been drilled into Rumi’s head to kill her sister on sight so she ended up being sealed away on the other side of the Honmoon with the other demons…? Does that make sense?

Outtakes:

*the next day*

Rumi: *glued to your side* “Do you want your stress nest? I think you need time in your stress nest.”

Mira & Zoey: *also attached to you* “Yeah, we can get you some snacks and fidgets and you can just chill in your nest.”

Jinu: *Stuck to you like glue* “Do you want some face masks too?”

Kwan: *basically an extra limb at this point* “I can run and get you your favorite snacks from the street market, just say the word, babe.”

Chungae: *might as well be a human/demon blanket* “We can put on your favorite movies or your comfort show too if you want some time in your nest.”

Jum: *your current accessory for the day* “I can go grab your headphones if you want quiet time in your nest?”

Hyeon: *trying to become one with you* “Do you need me to go and hunt Celine down for you? Because I will. Just say the word. Say it and I will. I swear I will for you, princess.”

You: *very confused* “Are you sure you guys don’t need the stress nest?”

…

Bobby: *answering the phone* “Hey, (Y/n), what’s up?”

You: “Bobby. Please. Please come and get them off, it has been two days.”

Bobby: “What? The girls or the guys or both?”

You: “Both! They haven’t let me more than three feet from them, let alone out of sight! They would quite literally be the air in my lungs if they could—! Hey!”

Jinu: *taking the phone Hyeon stole from you* “Hey, Bobby, is it possible that we could all work with (Y/n) every day or not leave her side for the next… mmm, week?”

Bobby: “…”

Bobby: “No.” *Hangs up* “Okay! I need a security team to come with me to extract (Y/n) from the eight menaces so she can get to her event!”

Security: “Ahhh, not again…”

…

*Later*

You: *finally free* “Stay. Ah ah ah, I said stay!”

Polytr/x & Saja Simps: *pouting with teary eyes* “But…”

You: *hands out* “Ah! No, I said stay. Stayyyyy… Good babies… Bye!” *darts into the elevator as the doors shut*

Polytr/x & Saja Simps: “Don’t leave us!”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 3 days ago

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hello! this is my first time making a request aaa i love your works so much 🥺

i was wondering how would the boys react if (y/n) decided to do a cover of Your Idol during one of her live stages! (maybe she practiced in secret so that she could surprise them knowing they would be in the crowd watching her)

feel free to ignore if it's not something you would like to write aaaa

Your Idol

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Hey! Sorry I went MIA for a little while! After trying to catch the northern lights, my dog had a surgery. So, if I have to slow down my posts, that’ll probably be why. I’ll still try to post as on schedule as I can but please be understanding, thank you!

Synopsis: As a surprise to your sisters and five boyfriends, you perform ‘Your Idol’ at one of your events. But, you don’t realize the extent of your demonic abilities and it leads to a bit of a mishap…

TW: Nothing…? Accidental enchantment?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the music or media I use in my works!

Word Count: 1.8k

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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

The crowd roared around you and you smiled and waved at them, breathless as you took a sip of some of your water. “Thank you!”

The light sticks waved ecstatically, a wave of glowing lights that filled your chest with warmth. “Did you like that one?” The crowd roared. “Are you ready for the final song?” The crowd roared in conflicted and you laughed. “I know I know! But it’s a special one!”

You circled the stage, scanning the crowd. “Now, you all know that my eight dorks love to come to my events but our manager recently put his foot down on that and now guards my events from them with an iron resolve!”

You couldn’t help but giggle as the crowd cheered at the mention of Bobby, even some ‘King Bobby’ signs in the crowd. “Now, they’ve been trying to sneak in and they’ve been trying harder and harder with every miss. So, for tonight we let them think they finally managed it!” The crowd raised in volume, “Hey guys, can we get some lights on them!”

A small group of light sticks changed from your signature purple to fading back and forth between blue and pink. Immediately, spotlights lit up the group, revealing your eight dorks frozen with deer-in-headlights looks. “Hi guys!” You laughed as you waved at them.

“This final performance is a callback to when the girls and I were first getting to know the guys, that night of the scandal! It was a bad day and I feel like those beautiful songs were tainted by it so here’s to my eight dorks and all of you guys!”

You took your place and the lights went out. If you used your demon magic to change your appearance and clothes then that was just your own little entertainer secret. Together, the light sticks in the crowd began pulsing an ominous reddish pink.

The crowd screamed at the familiar music and background voices as your backup dancers arose from a cloud of fog that had encompassed the floor of the stage while you were talking.

Meanwhile, the guys weren’t sure what to think. When you had started talking about them. And then the lights in the light sticks you had specially gifted them changed and they were suddenly under spotlights. Then you were talking about the night of Gwi Ma’s defeat—calling it a ‘bad day’ was like saying ‘they kind of liked you.’ A ridiculous understatement.

But when the lights went out and they heard their own song begin, their hearts stuttered in their chests.

You exploded into motion, the lights coming on to glow across the stage, creating dramatic shadows that emphasized each gesture and motion of your choreo. You were wearing a black little outfit with an open black robe over top and the same hat as well. You were even full demon form, your amber eyes illuminating and shining straight to their cores.

“Keeping you in check (Uh), keeping you obsessed (Uh)~ Play me on repeat, endlessly in your head~ Anytime it hurts (Uh), play another verse (Uh)~ I can be your sanctuary~”

The crowd was immediately enraptured, cheering and screaming at the dark image you projected, drawing them in with your voice and your movements. Even the Huntr/x girls were drawn in, waving their light sticks and cheering you on.

That’s what made the guys a little worried…

This song was one the boys wrote very deliberately so they could layer demon enchantment after enchantment so deeply that people would mindlessly follow them into Gwi Ma’s maw. When they recorded it by popular demand, they had to be very careful not to even accidentally layer any enchantment into their voices. But you? Who had only accepted your demon side relatively recently and hadn’t learned to control it?

Yeah, they were worried. But they couldn’t help but feel their worries melt away as your voice surrounded them.

“Know I'm the only one right now (Now)~ I'll love you more when it all burns down~ More than power (Uh), more than gold (Yeah)~ Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm here for your soul~”

Your voice purred over the crowd and you felt more like the center of attention than usual. All eyes really were on you—people were so enraptured that you didn’t see even one fancam. And even the eyes of the backup dancers trailed to or lingered on you. It was a powerful feeling.

“I'm the only one who'll love your sins~ Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin~”

Jinu felt his soul shudder as you copied what he had once done, sweeping your arm then tilting your head back to peek through your fingers out at the crowd. It felt like you were looking into his soul. Everything else faded away and he didn’t know if it was because you were unknowingly enchanting the crowd or if it was just because it was your voice, his sweet siren song. And he didn’t care either.

“Listen 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir (I'm preachin' to the choir)~ Can I get the mic a little higher? (Higher)~ Gimme your desire (Desire)~ I can be the star you rely on (You rely on)~ You're lost in my gaze, yeah, you can't look away (Yeah)~ Don't you know I'm here to save you (Ooh-oh-oh)~ Now we runnin' wild (Wild)~ Yeah, I'm all you need, I'ma be your idol~”

Oh, Kwan was definitely lost in your gaze. You were so dangerously beautiful. He wanted to be up there with you. He wanted to be closer to you. He wanted to lead you or be led by you through this dark performance. He wanted to feel your waist under his fingers and let you use his strength however you pleased.

“Idol (Idol)~ Idol~”

In the back of your mind, you knew that there was a strange energy in the venue. Yes, the crowd was still cheering, the dancers were still hitting all the choreo perfectly, and the lights and effects were all on point. But… There was something fervent… dark building around you. You couldn’t put your finger on it though.

“Uh, shinin' with my fame, shout my name, yeah, I'm your idol (Idol)~ Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral (Viral)~ Uh, yeah, endless is my fever, make you a believer~ I was born for you, your only idol~”

Jum lost his breath as you took on his rap, his words leaving your lips in a sultry tone that grabbed his attention in a choke hold. Your rap style was so different from his own. He wanted to press closer to you. Press his lips to yours as you rapped his words so he could feel them resonate through his lungs. To taste the difference between you and him so he could swallow it down to his soul.

“Don't let it show, keep it all inside~ The pain and the shame, keep it outta sight~ Your obsession feeds our connection~ So tonight, give me all your attention~”

You had his attention. Chungae felt like he was experiencing an out of body… experience. Was this what it felt like to be under an enchantment? Why was he only realizing now how safe it felt? How loved? Like falling asleep in your arms to the beat of your heart beneath his ear. Why wasn’t he there right now? Why were you so far apart again?

“I'm the only one who'll love your sins~ Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin~”

You almost thought about stopping the performance short. It was getting too strange. The crowd was pressing closer to the stage and the security staff were barely holding them back. In fact, they were equally as enraptured with your performance. The dancers were still hitting the choreo but they were going harder and harder, their movements more mindless but razor sharp. But this performance was for your boys. So you would see it to the end.

“Listen 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir (I'm preachin' to the choir)~ Can I get the mic a little higher? (Higher)~ Gimme your desire, yeah (Desire)~ I can be the star you rely on (You rely on)~ You're lost in my gaze, yeah, you can't look away (Yeah)~ Don't you know I'm here to save you (Ooh-oh-oh)~ Now we runnin' wild (Wild)~ Yeah, I'm all you need, I'ma be your idol~”

“Be your idol~”

If anyone were to see past Hyeon’s hair in his face, they would see his eyes were wide while his pupils wavered between too big and too small as they focused on your figure. He licked his lips, his teeth itching to press against your skin. Too far. You were too far away. Why were you so far away? He’d do whatever you wanted, anything just to be back at your side so he could wrap his arms around you, surround his senses in your scent. Press his teeth against the skin at the juncture of your shoulder.

“Living in your mind now~ Too late 'cause you're mine now~ I will make you free~ When you're all part of me~”

And you realized you might have messed up when the crowd actually started approaching the stage. With slow, stumbling steps, even the security guards wandered closer to the stage in a daze. And then, before you knew it, the boys were leading them with your three sisters just a few steps behind them.

You had to wrap this up.

You couldn’t rush this performance but you had to end it quickly before you did something really bad. Well. Worse than accidentally enchanting your crowd, the staff, your sisters, and your five boyfriends with your voice.

“Listen 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir (Now)~ Can I get the mic a little higher?~ Gimme your desire (Desire)~ Watch me set the world on fire (World on fire)~ You're lost in my gaze, yeah, you can't look away (Yeah)~ No one is comin' to save you~ Now we runnin' wild (Wild)~ Get down on your knees, I'ma be your idol~”

Breathing heavily, you finished just before the boys made it more than five feet onto the stage, the girls just stepping onto it behind them and the crowd not far behind them. You gave a strained laugh as an instrumental began to play, continuing as scheduled, not minding what just happened. You gave acknowledgement to your dancers and the staff before waving and disappearing in a burst of pink demon smoke just like the boys had done throughout their performance.

The boys and your sisters met you backstage while you were getting pampered by your team. Back home, the boys explained what had happened. Yeah, you were never allowed to sing ��Your Idol’ again. Not until you had a better grasp of your demon abilities—especially since your vocal enchantment was much stronger with your Hunter lineage.

A/N: Sorry there’s not a lot of dialogue from the guys! I feel like their thoughts and feelings were pretty good and there wasn’t a lot of dialogue I could add that would add more to this if that makes sense.

Outtakes:

Everyone: “Hey this is the same feeling I got when the Saja Boys performed it!”

You: “Haha, how weird…”

Everyone: “It must be just a really powerful song!”

…

*Later*

Rumi: “Is that really what it feels like to be under a demon enchantment?”

Saja Simps: “Yeah, that was such a weird experience…”

Mira & Zoey: *nodding* “Yeah, that’s pretty much the same feeling we got back during the Idol Awards.”

You: *curious* “What is it like?”

Everyone: *Unable to put it into words* “Uhhh…”

…

Staff: “Hey, how could you guys dance so well during the song? My head was so… fluffy.”

Dancers: *shrugs* “There were a lot of rehearsals.”

Staff: *realizing that the dancers repeatedly experienced (Y/n)’s song* “Oh…”

Dancers: *with empty expressions of steel* “Yeah. We… do a lot in this company.”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 7 days ago

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Sorry guys, probably won’t be posting much if anything today!

I spent the majority of yesterday in the car then was up late photographing northern lights. Basically I had no time to write.

Apologies again, I’ll try to get back in schedule as soon as I can!

#reader insert #kpop demon hunters #baby saja x reader #saja boys #saja boys x reader #baby saja #jinu kdh #jinu kpdh #jinu kpop demon hunters #jinu x reader #saja boys x rumi’s sister! reader

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Hi! Just wanted to say that I absolutely love your Saja Boys x Rumi’s sister story. I loved every bit of it from the writing to how you portray the characters to the outtakes. It’s one of my favorite fics, I come back and reread them every now and then (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

It actually motivated me to draw again so I drew one of my favorite outtakes from the main series ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄

Gave Rumi’s sister a name because I don’t really use Y/N when reading self insert fics I usually use an OC for them σ(^_^’)

I have a few more outtakes and ideas I wanna draw, hopefully my motivation sticks so I can work through them.

Okay, I love these! When I first saw them I started absolutely losing it because it’s one thing to imagine it in my head and a completely different thing to actually see this scene in front of me.

Thank you so much for supporting my writings @ariparri and I can’t wait to see if you draw anything else!

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that-one-girl2020 · 8 days ago

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HI! I hope youre having a lovely day! Sorry, I dont know if this is where i ask for a request or not, but I have one for the KPDH (normal au) rumi sister story? So uhm, i was wondering if you could write one where it's more hurt/comfort? Uhm, my idea was that maybe y/n woke up after a bad dream (more like trauma memory?) and she thinks she still has to do the chores (idk, like, cleaning the whole kitchen before she can eat or smth, Im not sure...) and the boys find her and before they can say anything y/n kind of freaks out and thinks that the person (she doesnt look at them yet) is Celine coming to punish her because she went to bed before finishing her chores? Im sorry if this is a bother or you dont like it, it just came to me when I read another shirt of yours where the out-takes was "Oh, it's traumatised" :p

.. I think im supposed to give myself a name? So uhm, I wanna be ✨️🥄 anon! (sparkly spoon). Lots of love! ♡

Walking Memories

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

Synopsis: Celine was never physically violent with you when you were growing up. Except for one day a year. Waking from a nightmare memory that follows you into the waking world, you can’t help but follow the motions. But the boys are there to softly remind you that you’re not there anymore.

TW: Toxic parenting, child abuse, insecurity, low self worth, nightmare/memory, hurt/comfort, angst.

Word Count: 1.2k

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(Reminder: Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Baby = Jum, Abby = Kwan)

Usually, Aunt Celine wasn’t violent with you. She gave you more chores and responsibilities, didn’t let you do what you wanted, and would give you punishments, but she was rarely physically violent with you.

But there was one day. One day a year where anything you did could set her off and you would actually fear for your life. The day your mother died.

That day, Rumi would train harder than any other day in the year and she would quickly fall asleep due to exhaustion. This always left you at the mercy of Aunt Celine as night fell.

“Worthless child, how long does it take to do the dishes!”

You trembled, your hands shaking as you gripped the slippery plate, praying that you wouldn’t drop it and break it in your nerves. “Sorry, Aunt Celine…”

“That’s all you ever say! They’re just useless words at this point! What is the point of you when you’re so pathetic?”

“Sorry, Aunt Celine…”

You trembled as finger nails dug into the back of your neck cruelly, “Maybe I should send you away. Then you won’t be a distraction for Rumi anymore.”

“Sorry, Aunt Celine…”

You heard her sigh and you almost flinched at the noise as she released you, bleeding indents left on your neck from her nails. “I’m going to my room. If you aren’t finished by the time I return then I will be taking you out to the tree, understand? How dare you continue to inconvenience me with your ineptitude…”

“Sorry, Aunt Celine…”

Her footsteps faded but the tension in your body did not abate as you scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed desperately at every dish, knowing that there was still the rest of the kitchen to clean before she got back. Every little noise made you flinch in fear that she was coming back so you scrubbed harder and faster.

Sorry, Aunt Celine…

Your eyes blinked open to a dark ceiling. Had you fallen asleep while cleaning? No. You had to finish cleaning the kitchen before Aunt Celine came back.

You stumbled from the bed, making your way back to the kitchen while not realizing that this wasn’t the house of your childhood, that you were no longer there. You left the lights off because Aunt Celine didn’t like when you tried to make things easier for yourself today, not when you were already so inconvenient.

There were still dishes in the sink. There were crumbs on the counter. There was dust on the shelf. Without another thought you turned the water on as hot as it would go because that always cleaned the fastest even if it hurt your hands. You scrubbed and you scrubbed and you scrubbed.

Sorry, Aunt Celine…

Meanwhile, the boys had stirred not long after you left the bed. It didn’t feel right whenever they slept without you. Usually, they would stir if you got up for the bathroom in the middle of the night and went back to sleep when you came back but this time was different. You didn’t come back. Sleepily, they climbed out of the giant bed and followed the faint sound of running water and dishes clinking. They entered the kitchen to see you washing dishes in the dark, and without a thought, they turned on the lights.

The lights went on and you scrubbed and you scrubbed and you scrubbed. “Sorry, Aunt Celine… I’m almost done, I promise. I swear I didn’t mean to go to sleep before I finished. Please don’t take me to the tree. Please… I’m sorry, Aunt Celine…”

The boys stilled, their blood going cold and any trace of sleep that was lingering, fled. You were still washing the dishes, and now with the lights on, they could see that your eyes were half asleep, not fully there.

It took them a moment to process what you had said and the implications that came with it. Jinu was the first to cool his growing rage at the woman that did this to you, softly approaching you and settling a gentle hand on your arm to try and shake you out of your daze, “It’s okay, pretty girl, you’re not there anymore, remember? You’re with us and you’re perfectly safe. You don’t have to do the chores anymore…”

Your hands stilled and you looked up. Jinu? What was Jinu doing here? You had to do the dishes and clean the kitchen before Aunt Celine got back. Didn’t you?

On your other side, Hyeon appeared, adjusting the temperature of the water so it was room temperature to soothe your red hands. Then he carefully helped your trembling fingers let go of the dishes in your hand and the scrubber. “It’s alright, princess, we’re here…”

Jinu and Hyeon rubbed your hands in the water for a moment until your skin wasn’t so red. Then they turned off the water and turned you around so Kwan could wrap your hands in a clean towel and carefully dry them off. “No more chores, okay babe? It’s time for rest.”

You nodded. That’s right. You were sleeping with your boys. You didn’t have to do the chores anymore. Aunt Celine didn’t matter anymore.

Jum came back from the freezer, popping an ice cube in his mouth and crunching down before holding out another one to your lips, “Here you go, beautiful. Help you anchor you to us, to here.” You took the ice in your mouth and it did help. The sharp cold helped the fuzzy feeling in your head sharpen back into reality.

Then all you could feel was a sudden drain of energy. Man, that sucked… You were so tired now. Chungae was the one that swooped down, hooking your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck so he could scoop you up like a kid. “It’s okay, sweetheart, we’re here. We love you,” he cooed reassurances in your ear as he carried you back to your shared bed, the others clicking off the kitchen light as they trailed behind.

Chungae settled you in the middle of the bed, Derpy chuffing as your head was settled on his side, Sussie opening his eyes briefly before going back to sleep. The boys clambered back into the bed, piling onto you until you were cozy and safe in the warmth of their bodies.

“Do you want to talk to Rumi tomorrow, pretty girl?” Jinu asked softly, pressing his lips to your forehead.

You merely nodded and hummed in response, “Mhm…”

Kwan squeezed you reassuringly, brushing his lips against your skin, “Okay, Babe, we’ll text the girls and head over whenever you want tomorrow.”

“Thank you guys,” You murmured softly, your eyes already heavy with sleep. “I love you…”

“We love you too.”

And they would lay with you for now because what you needed was soft reassurances and their steady presence. But Celine’s days were numbered and they couldn’t wait for karma to roll over her like road kill.

A/N: Guys, its become such a habit to call the guys my fic names like, Jum and Chungae, that whenever I see a video or drawing of them, it’s no longer Baby or Romance or Mystery. Like, I almost commented on a video with the names I gave them and forgot that those are only their names to me.

Outtakes:

*after you fell asleep*

Kwan: “So… anyone else feeling like the arctic was too kind for that hag?”

Chungae: “Oh definitely.”

Hyeon: “Yeah.”

Jum: “Yup.”

Jinu: “So should we find her and send her somewhere else? What’s worse on this planet than the arctic?”

Saja Simps: “…”

Chungae: “Can we shrink her and stick her in a terrarium with a spider or something?”

Kwan: “Yeah, we could put something new in with her every week or day!”

Jinu: *nodding* “I’m sure there’s something down in the Hunter archives that can shrink her… All in favor?”

Everyone: “Aye.”

…

Rumi: “I’m sorry, she did WHAT?!”

You: “Yeah, it was always on the anniversary of their death.”

Rumi: “Okay, so she made me train until I was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. Then when I basically passed out, she would make you do so many chores and then physically punish you if you did anything even slightly inconvenient to her?”

You: “Yup.”

Rumi: “Why are we just now realizing how messed up our childhood was?”

You: *shrugs in trauma* “Beats me.”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 9 days ago

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if your requests are open(?) can I request reader and Polytrix dare the Saja Boys to try the period pain simulatior? And dispute them being literal demons who’ve endured Gwi-Ma and hell, they’re just SO wimpy when they get zapped while the girls are just blank-faced through everything

Pride Hunt Diaries Ep. 3

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

Synopsis: On this episode, the boys are challenged to try a period pain simulator. Lots of whining and cursing ensue.

Word Count: 3.7k

Divider credit: @numbpill

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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

“Ohhh, I’m kinda scared…”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“I’m so curious about this.

“Honestly, I’m kinda nervous too.”

“But it’s also gonna be really funny, possibly.”

“You three aren’t saying much.”

“I don’t wanna say anything wrong…”

“You guys think it’s not gonna hurt, don’t you?”

“Uhhh…”

“Well…”

“It’s just that you guys don’t ever take breaks because of it!”

“I feel like I should smack you for that.”

“They’re learning, they never had to think about it before.”

“But can I still smack him?”

“Yeah go ahead.”

“Ah!”

Beeeeeeeep

“Welcome to episode three of…”

“The Pride Hunt Diaries!”

“Yeah!”

“Oh man am I scared for today!”

“So!” Jinu clapped his hands to quiet everyone. He looked at you and your three sisters, “What’re we doing today girls?”

You couldn’t bite back the little smirk of amusement on your lips and you glanced over to see that it was much the same for Rumi, Mira, and Zoey. Rumi was the one to answer while she rubbed her hands together mischievously, “Today, by popular request of the fans, will be trying out a period pain simulator!”

“Yayyyy…” The boys half heartedly cheered, grimacing at the camera.

You laughed, bumping your hip against Kwan, “Come on, what’re you guys expecting from this? Honestly.”

Mira crossed her arms challengingly, “Yeah. How do you guys think you’ll react?”

“I’m gonna be real honest,” Chungae drawled, everyone turning to look at him, “I think I’m gonna cry like a little baby.”

Zoey chimed up, “Honestly? Me too.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and so did the others. “You can’t do any worse than the guys probably will,” Rumi ribbed the guys good naturedly, Kwan reaching over to shove her shoulder.

“Okay,” You moved the group along, focusing them back on what they were supposed to. “We have two simulators that have a max level of ten. We’ll go through everyone two at a time, and one of us girls will go twice so it's always one guy and one girl.” You turned to your three sisters, “How do you guys wanna decide who goes twice?”

You all looked at each other, shrugging. “Rock Paper Scissors?” Zoey suggested. After a quick game, you were the one that would end up going twice so you lined up to go first with whichever the guys.

Rumi helped you attach the patches to your abdomen and you jumped a little.

“What? Was it on? Are you okay?” Chungae and the rest of the boys startled when you jumped.

You couldn’t help but giggle, “No, it was just cold!” You laughed. “But thank you for volunteering to go first,” You pulled him over and the boys jeered as they pushed him over to join you.

Mira forced him into the chair as Zoey attached the patches. He was good about it though, smiling even though he was nervous, “Okay, okay, thank you for volun-telling me, sweetheart.”

You smiled cheekily as you got settled, Rumi holding your simulator in hand, “Of course, lovey.”

“Okay, you guys ready?” Zoey bounced, holding Chungae’s simulator in hand.

You nodded but Chungae looked at the others, pointing at Zoey who was grinning and bouncing a little too manically for his taste, “I don’t trust how excited she is, can someone else do it?”

“Nope!” Zoey popped, “Level one!”

Rumi flicked the switch at the same time but you felt nothing happened, looking around at them. Chungae also didn’t seem to feel anything because he blinked, sighing. “Okay, this is fine. I don’t feel anything.”

“You’ve still got nine more levels to go, hyung,” Jum reminded the man, a little smirk on his face.

“Don’t remind me, Jum.”

“Okay, level two,” Rumi announced and clicked the button.

You laughed when Chungae jerked, “Oh! That feels weird, I don’t like it!”

The boys were snickering at the twisted face their friend was making, the girls giggling at the look on Chungae’s face in contrast to your non-reaction. “Can you feel anything, (Y/n)?”

You shook your head, “No.”

“Okay, we’ll move on to level three then.”

“No no no—ah!” Chungae yelped when the level went up, Zoey not listening to his protests. You couldn’t help but laugh as Chungae collapsed back into the chair, sagging down as he placed his hand on his abdomen.

“This is just the minimum of an average cramp!” Mira laughed, clapping her hands ecstatically at how bad Chungae was doing already.

“This is the minimum?!”

Laughter.

Zoey was giggling as she gleefully pressed the next button, “Level four!”

“No—! Ah, hoohoohoohoo!”

More laughter. “Do you even feel anything?” Kwan asked you incredulously, looking between you and his suffering member. You were just laughing and giggling as you watched Chungae whine.

You shook your head, “Not really. It’s kind of like a tense sucking sensation…? But it’s not that bad.”

Higher and higher the levels went, Chungae kicking his legs and breathing hard. You think he might have been sweating too. It was level nine that he tapped out, “OhH man! I can’t do any more, let me out! Mercy!” He ripped the patches off with a heave, bending over to catch his breath while the rest of you laughed.

Well. Except for Jinu, who had his jaw dropped and was pointing at his downed member while looking at the staff for help. “He didn’t even make it to the highest level!”

“I will never question a woman ever again!” Chungae cried, crawling over to your chair, “Sweetheart, listen, if you need anything during your period—chocolate, heating pads, whatever, I will get it for you without hesitation.”

“Even pads and tampons?” You questioned him with a raised brow.

“Whatever you need, sweetheart.”

Rumi waved her arms, “Okay okay, guys we still need to go up to level ten.” You nodded and she clicked up. Your facial expression still didn’t change. Not even a twitch.

They started screaming and cheering, “Do you even feel anything?!”

You could feel it, definitely. But it wasn’t anything debilitating—nothing like the cramp you got once while backing up the girls during a demon ambush. You smiled at them, “It tickles.”

They continued screaming.

You took the patches off, standing from the chair, “Okay, who’s next?”

Mira and Kwan ended up going next, Chungae patting Kwan’s shoulder as he wished him luck. Rumi and Zoey continued to man the simulators and helped the two attach the patches.

Meanwhile, you and Chungae sipped some water the staff had given the two of you. “Hey,” Hyeon nudged the man, “Was it really that bad?” He asked.

“Yes!” Chungae nodded rapidly, his eyes wide.

Kwan took a deep breath, slapping his hands on his knees as he psyched himself up. “Alright! Let’s do this!” Kwan was happily holding his shirt up so the patches could be seen on his ripped abs.

“Okay, level one beginning!”

Like before, it wasn’t anything significant so they quickly moved on to level two. Kwan’s abdomen flexed slightly. “Oh. Oh yeah, that feels weird.”

Moving on to the next level was when Kwan really flinched, sitting up higher in his chair, his abs heaving as he took a deep breath, “Ah, yeah I don’t like that. Uh-uh, no no no.” You started snickering. Meanwhile, Mira was visually unimpressed by the simulator, her leg crossed over the other and her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back in her chair.

Up and up the levels went, Kwan visually biting back curses as he gripped the seat with white knuckles. At level six, he couldn’t hold back the curses and you knew there would be a long stream of censoring when the video was posted as you and the others burst out in laughter. Mira was smirking from her chair and Chungae and Jinu were on the ground, holding their stomachs as they laughed and wheezed at the buff man.

“Weak!” Mira smirked, looking down her nose at her fellow pinkette.

Level eight and the man was ready to tap out, his abs heaving for mercy with every breath he took. Meanwhile, Mira was still unfazed by the simulator, you and her sharing a look like, ‘Really? These five men were really demons that lived in the demon realm for centuries and they couldn’t handle a period pain simulator?’

Rumi, the benevolent being that she is, offered the man mercy, “Do you wanna keep going Kwan or are you ready to give in?”

Kwan huffed a few quick breaths, steeling himself, “No, I’m not giving in, go to the next level,” He gripped the chair, bracing himself for the onslaught of pain.

“Are you sure—?”

Rumi wasn’t given a chance to finish her sentence as Zoey gleefully pressed the next button, “He said it’s fine so it’s fine! Level nine!”

“Oh man!” Kwan writhed, his teeth grit and his eyes squeezed shut, “I am SO glad that I’m not a woman!”

“You’d last ten minutes in a real uterus. Tops,” Mira snarks with a single raised brow at the man beside her.

“Alright,” You sang, looking between the two chairs, “Are you guys ready for the final level?”

“Yes,” Mira nodded, a wicked smirk on her lips.

“Nope!” Kwan hurried to take the patches off, scrambling from the chair, “I’m out!” Mira laughed gleefully at her win over her two nemeses. Chungae patted Kwan’s shoulder in companionship.

“Okay, level ten!” Rumi clicked the max button and Mira did not waver.

“Barely a tickle,” she announced, pulling the patches off after the simulator abated. You and her shared a high-five as she stood and you took Rumi’s place to help her place the patches on her stomach.

“Jinu, you should go next,” Zoey chimed happily and the man looked like he had just been asked to place his head in a guillotine.

“What, why?” Jinu asked with wide eyes as the guys shook his shoulders and pushed him toward the chair.

“Rujinu,” Zoey merely answered with a shrug. Jinu didn’t argue, knowing he could avoid his fate for only so long, he sat in the chair and pulled his shirt up to attach the patches to his abdomen before letting it fall back into place.

Meanwhile, Kwan was taking several sips of the water he had been handed, Chungae giving him an empathetic expression. “Dude, that was terrible.”

“I know.”

“Alright,” You held the simulator at the ready, Zoey at Jinu’s side. “Are you both ready?”

“Yeah,” Rumi answered with a casual indifference, an elegant smile on her lips, her hands in her lap, and her legs properly crossed at the ankles.

“Sure,” Jinu was much less confident but he didn’t argue.

“Okay, Zoey, level one.”

“Level one!”

You quickly moved on to the next level when there was no reaction from either of them at the first level. “Level two.”

“Oh,” Jinu blinked with furrowed brows, shifting his shoulders to try and pin down what the sensation was like. He turns to Rumi who was sitting calmly without a hint of a reaction, “Do you feel that?”

She nods slowly in response, “Yes. Yes I do, Jinu.”

“Level three!”

“Ah!” Jinu yelps, his shoulders jerking upwards. “Oh, that hurts!” He rests a hand on his abdomen, careful not to move the patches but definitely trying to soothe the pain that they create.

Rumi muffles a snicker with her hand, “Welcome to being a woman, Jinu, we do this for a week every month and still look hot doing it.”

You can’t help but giggle as well as you announce, “Level four.” You have no mercy for your boyfriends. This is temporary, you have to go through this every month.

As the levels were raised, you couldn’t help but giggle at his increasingly distressed and pained face, his teeth grit and his chest heaving with breaths like he was a pregnant woman going into labor. Which, you know, fitting.

Jinu was very much regretting doing this but he did his best to plant his feet and get through each level. He really wanted to throw something at Rumi’s casually amused face though.

“What level is this? This has to be at least nine,” Jinu asked, hissing through his teeth.

You pressed your lips together. “Sweetie, this is level seven.”

Kwan snorted, unable to help but laugh as his leader was humbled by the simulator—ignoring the fact that he was also very humbled by the machine. He really hoped that the staff got rid of them after this video, he never wanted to see them again.

Another level up and Jinu threw his head back with grit teeth. You can’t help but have some sympathy for your boyfriend, “Do you wanna stop here, pretty boy?”

Jinu adamantly shook his head, “No, I wanna at least make it to level nine.”

Zoey shrugged, “Welp, you heard the man! Level nine coming up!”

“Zoey!” You chide her but you laugh as you also increase Rumi’s simulator.

“Oh, Mama, mama, mama, off, off off,” Jinu babbles, not even breathing through the pain at this point. His heel bounced on the ground as he waited for the simulator to ease before ripping the patches off and rolling off the chair and onto the floor. Jinu curled on the ground with a groan, pressing his forehead to the cooler floor. You have to brace yourself on Rumi’s chair to keep upright as you laugh.

“Oh, lord have mercy… I’m sweating…”

“Okay,” You take a few deep breaths to settle yourself and try to stop laughing. “Ready for level ten?” You ask your sister.

Rumi, still cool as can be, simply nods with her usual smile, “Go for it.”

You click the button and Rumi wiggles her shoulders a little, “Oh, it’s saying hello.”

The guys groan at the tease but smile all the same as Rumi takes off the patches and stands from the chair. You hand her the simulator and go to take Zoey’s as she sits in the unconsciously designated female chair.

Jinu slowly gets to his feet, wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind with a groan, “How do you do that once a month, pretty girl?”

You merely shrug, patting his arm comfortably while Hyeon gets settled quietly and Zoey bounced in her place. “There are twelve different ways I could respond to this but only three of them are likely based on how the other girls reacted so I’m excited to see how it goes!”

”You feeling ready, Hyeon?” You ask your quiet boyfriend.

He nods, turning his head to smile softly up at you, “I’m in your hands, princess.”

You did your best not to get flustered on camera by his line, merely pressing the first button, “Okay, level one!”

Zoey immediately starts giggling even though she can barely feel anything—the feral, manic girl that she is. At level two, she giggles more and claps her hands, “Oh, that feels funny!”

As the levels go up, Zoey’s laughter increases and Hyeon’s frown gets lower and he gets even quieter—an impressive feat for an already quiet man. You blink in concern at him, “Are you okay, lovey?”

He frowns harder, “It hurts.”

“Oh,” is all you can respond with. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

“Okay.” And on the levels keep climbing until its level nine and Zoey is kicking her feet, cackling like a madwoman and you can honestly say that you’re concerned for her.

“It doesn’t hurt, it just makes me laugh for some reason!” She insists.

The guys lean closer, Hyeon has not tapped out yet even though he’s frowning hard and his lip is trembling. “Okay, lovey, I’m going to level ten now, is that alright?”

Hyeon nods just the slightest bit even when you ask again to make sure because you’re a little concerned for how quiet he is. Still, you click to the next level and at the same time as Zoey’s laughter reaches a fever pitch, a single tear drips down Hyeon’s face as his lip trembles.

You can’t help but immediately turn the simulator off and wrap your arms around him, “Aww, my strong baby, you didn’t have to go to level ten!” You fuss over him for a minute and hand him the water the staff hands over. The both of them stand from their chairs and you trade with Zoey so you can sit back in the chair as Jum takes the other, popping his cinnamon gum in his mouth.

Jum was the one you were most worried about. Jum hadn’t really heard much about periods when he was in the demon realm. He knew, peripherally, that it was something that biological females went through and that it was related to pregnancy, and that was really it. He didn’t know what happened or the symptoms that came with it until he came to the human world for the first time. And even then, Jum barely understood what a cramp was supposed to feel like.

So you were watching his face as the simulators were turned on. “You okay, Jum?” You asked even though you knew that he shouldn’t be feeling anything really.

“Yeah,” He nodded, chewing on his gum carefully.

“Okay, level two.”

Jum kind of startled in his chair, “Oh. Oh, that’s an unpleasant feeling.” He turned to look at you, “Every month?”

You nodded, “Every month.”

“Level three!”

Jum jumped in his seat, “Nope! Nuh-uh, I don’t like that,” Jum ripped the patches off and jumped from his seat, shaking himself out as the group snorted and laughed at his vehemence of not doing it anymore.

You all cheered and clapped at it being done. The screen transitioned and suddenly you and your sisters were sitting in chairs as the boys bowed before you.

“We are not worthy!”

“We serve the fairer sex, humbly!”

“Hail.”

“Women are warrior goddesses!”

“Born with strength that we plebeians know not!”

You giggled as Mira crossed her legs, flicking her hair behind her, “Obviously, glad that you five understand now.”

“That doesn’t mean you’ll win all the time!” Kwan quickly denied as the five stood and got their own chairs to sit with you all in front of the cameras.

“What do you all think after today?”

You all looked at each other to see who would speak first and it was Rumi who voiced her thoughts first, “Honestly, I think the simulator comes pretty close but I don’t think it perfectly reflects what an actual cramp feels like.”

Zoey pointed in agreement, “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too!”

Mira chimed in with her own thoughts, “I think the boys should just be glad that we didn’t try and make them do stuff with the simulators on.”

The boys look horrified at the thought while you nod, “Yeah, like drink water, eat, write something, dance, or sing.”

“We didn’t even think about that,” Jinu realizes with wide eyes.

Kwan curses, “I forgot that they can just happen whenever and you have to keep going about your lives.”

Chungae nodded, his eyes curious, “Can we ask, what is one of the most inconvenient times you’ve had a bad cramp or something?”

You answered first, censoring it for the mundane staff and viewers but you know that your boyfriends and sisters understood, “One time, the four of us got jumped by a gang or something—and we all have self defense and martial arts training so it was fine—but I had the absolute worst cramp ever. And I just had to keep going while all I really wanted to do was curl up in bed and not move.”

”I think,” Zoey began, humming in thought, “The worst situation I’ve ever had is when my period suddenly started while we were in the middle of a performance. And it was during our Heavenly Auras era so we were in our white clothes,” She looked at the girls to see if they remembered and the immediately nodded in understanding, groaning at the thought of what Zoey went through. “And I was in this little white skirt, and I could feel it starting but I was in the middle of the choreo so I had to just keep performing while praying that nothing leaked through or down.”

“Oh, that is a bad situation,” Mira agreed with a grimace. “I think mine was on a variety show. I was having some of the worst cramps but the host was putting us through this obstacle course. I think that’s why I was really snappy that day because all I wanted to do was stop running around and just eat my weight in chocolate because I was both cramping and feeling absolutely disgusting that day.”

”Mm,” Rumi hummed in empathy. “I think mine is along the same line. It was when I was younger, a few years after we debuted and I had my period. We had some awards show or appearance to go to but I just felt like I looked disgusting no matter what I did. My hair wasn’t right, my makeup was off, I had a pimple, I was bleeding—it was just awful. I think I wound myself up so bad that I started crying and the girls and Bobby canceled the event and took care of me—I felt so guilty about that.”

“Wow,” Hyeon voiced.

“I gotta say, I do not envy you guys,” Jum added.

Jinu started on the guys’ closing thoughts, “I think, after today, we’re gonna have a lot better understanding about what you guys go through every month”

The others nodded, “Yeah, if you guys need absolutely anything during your periods, just let us know and we will get you whatever you need.”

”I think that just about wraps it up,” Rumi clapped her hands, sitting up straight, looking at each of you to make sure that there weren’t any other comments that anyone else needed to say. When she got nothing, she turned back to the camera, “Thank you guys for watching, stay tuned for the next episode of…”

“The Pride Hunt Diaries!”

“My gut still hurts.”

“Mine does too!”

“Yeah, but yours is from laughing.”

“Will someone get me some chocolate now that I’ve had my first period?”

“We have some back at home.”

“Hey, is this gonna be a punishment for the boys now in case they lose a game in the future?”

“Don’t give the staff ideas!”

“They probably already thought of it!”

“Oh, I’m already dreading the next time we lose.”

“Then don’t lose.”

“It doesn’t work like that!”

“You’re right. Do better then.”

A/N: I honestly don’t have a very bad period, I usually get tired and have some cramps the first few days and feel gross but that’s about it. I’ve seen girls so in pain that they throw up because of their period though so it’s all a spectrum and I can’t speak for any other girl’s experience.

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that-one-girl2020 · 10 days ago

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Boundaries

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

Request: “Rumi's Sister Reader getting jealous/ possessive because a girl at the Boys studio won't take a hint or respect the numerous boundaries they've set (bonus points if Reader walks up and is like "hi, im the wife. Wanna talk?" And flashes the ring) Preferably takes place after their married (not required)” - Anon

Synopsis: While visiting a dance practice of your five husbands, a certain dancer must be new to the company because she just won’t leave your boys alone. So, of course you have to put her in her place.

TW: Possessiveness, unwanted flirting (even after no), cursing, threats, etc.

Word Count: 1.1k

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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

If someone didn’t come and get this fucking bitch then you were really going to lose your temper.

Today, the boys—your husbands, specifically—were practicing the choreo to a new song they were getting ready to release. Chungae had asked you to step by and watch their dance and listen to the whole song to help with the visuals. Usually, Chungae was the visual king but he said something was still missing, that they were just barely missing the mark and he couldn’t place what was off.

So there you were, watching the boys take a break before they did a final run through with the back up dancers. The boys, your husbands, were drinking water while going over a few final things with the dancers and this one girl…

Oh boy.

Obviously, she was new to the company because she was all over your men.

Playing with her hair, batting her eyes, pursing her lips, laughing more than needed, and leaning into their space. Jum and Chungae were visibly the most uncomfortable, Jinu, Kwan, and Hyeon pushing them to the back of the group to try and be a barrier between them and the girl. Chungae’s smile was tense, more like a grimace and Jum wasn’t even trying to keep an amicable facade up, practically scowling with his back to the girl.

Poor Jinu, Kwan, and Hyeon were taking the brunt of the girl’s advances.

“And how often do you work out?” She purred, squeezing Kwan’s arm. “I’m just asking because you’re so fit and I can’t seem to settle on the right routine for me. Do you think you can help me?”

Kwan brushed her hand off gently with a forced laugh, “Haha, sorry, I only work out at home.”

She pouted but turned her attention to Jinu, “Jinu,” she whined, leaning into his space so their chests were almost touching, “Kwan’s being so mean! He doesn’t wanna help me. You’d help me though, right? I know you’re such a kind man.”

Jinu took a step back, his lips pursed into a mimicry of a smile, “Ah, sorry, no I’m a married man.”

The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes, “And your wife is really so insecure that she can’t handle her husband helping a girl out?” She pouted her lips, twirling her hair up at him.

Her attention shifted again, “What about you Hyeon? I love a quiet man, they’re always the most…interesting when you get to know them,” she lowered her voice suggestively and you almost shuddered with pure rage rolling down your spine.

“Married,” Hyeon declined promptly, looking off into the distance, not even giving the girl the time of day.

She tilted her head, looking between the wall of men at the two behind the other three, “Ah, Chungae,” she giggled, “You’ll take me out, right? I’ll show you the definition of romance and love,” she giggled some more, like she had just said the funniest thing ever as she bit her lip.

When she reached out to touch Chungae’s hair, the man grimacing and twitching away, Jum brushed her hand away, “Look, we’re all married, you don’t have a chance with any of us so we’re asking you, nicely, to please just do your job and leave us alone.”

The girl was undeterred by Jum’s harsh tone, flipping her hair over her shoulder, “Well, what your wives don’t know won’t hurt.”

Snap

Did you hear that? That was the sound of your patience snapping.

Striding over like you were the hottest model of the season on a cat walk, you joined your husbands, forcing the girl back so you were a physical obstacle between her and your husbands. You smiled at her and it was a smile full of ice and eyes full of fire, your voice saccharine sweet as you told her, “Hi. I’m the wife.”

She seemed baffled for a moment before she regained her cocky attitude, placing a hand on her hip as she looked you up and down judgingly, “Uh, no you’re not.”

You tilted your head at her mockingly, “And how would you know that?” The boys were starting to scowl behind you, bodies tensing at the audacity this girl had to talk to you the way she was.

”Because,” the girl scoffed, smirking haughtily, “What kind of slut has five husbands?”

You didn’t falter even as you saw the boys’ appearances flicker out of the corner of your eye, their anger almost palpable. You simply smirked and leaned closer to her, lowering your voice to a venomous hiss, “The kind of slut that can have you blacklisted from every job in the entertainment industry like that,” You snapped your fingers and fear started to seep into the girl’s expression.

“If you don’t leave my husbands be, then by the time I’m done with you, you won’t even find work dancing on a pole from here to the states and back again. So unless you want that to happen, I suggest you tuck your little tail and leave, sweetheart.”

By the end of it, the girl was pale and her mouth was agape. She swallowed, blinking fearfully and turned and left without another word. You couldn’t help but smirk as she did.

“How did that bitch not know you guys were married? We literally made a music video of it!” You couldn’t help but throw your hands up incredulously as you turned to face your husbands.

They chuckled, pulling you into their arms as they nuzzled close to you to soothe both you and themselves. “Thank you, princess,” Hyeon murmured against your shoulder.

“Yeah, went all dragon on her, babe,” Kwan chuckled in amusement, a roguish smirk on his lips.

Chungae peppered your cheeks with kisses, the tension in his frame draining away, “Thank you so much, my sweetheart. Hearing her was like nails to a chalkboard in the middle of my brain stem.”

Jum nodded in agreement, taking a deep breath and popping some gum in his mouth even though he would have to spit it out for the last run through of the choreo. “She was really annoying. Can we tell Bobby to fire her?”

You pursed your lips as you smiled up at Chungae, “Oh, of course, lovey.” Then you nodded at Jum, “I already texted Bobby as soon as she kept going after you first said no, she’ll have a hard time finding work after this. You boys are mine just as much as I’m yours.”

Jinu smiled, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, a soft purr in his chest, “And we’ll happily cement that fact once again as soon as we get home, okay pretty girl?”

You chuckled and nodded with a little roll of your eyes. Of course they would.

A/N: Yeah, this ended up more possessive/protective than jealousy but I feel like that fits a little better because MC would have no reason to be jealous. Like, that’s your men and they know and you know it. The only one that doesn’t seem to know it is her.

Outtakes:

…

Dancer #1: *watching this girl flirt with married men* “Sooo… should we do something before she looks even stupider?”

Dancer #2: “I know right. The Saja Boys love (Y/n), everyone saw their proposal and marriage. It was the kind of fairy tale I would tell my kid if I had a kid.”

Dancer #3: “Yeah it is. But for real, should we do something?”

Dancer #2: *points to you marching over* “Nah, (Y/n)’s about to eviscerate her and have her whole career for lunch.”

…

You: *crushing this girl’s career beneath your heel for flirting with your husbands*

Saja Simps: “How do you keep getting even more tantalizing?”

Dancer #1: “Are we… Are we just not here anymore? What’s with the sexual tension?”

Dancer #2: “Oh this is nothing. You should have seen them during the Forbidden Fruit MV shoot.”

…

*Later*

You: “And this girl had the audacity to keep flirting with them even though they told her no and were clearly uncomfortable!”

Bobby: *who knows all the gossip in the building* “Mhm. And what’d you do next?”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 11 days ago

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Hey, I've seen your work and do you think you can do a Divers x mermaid one with Polytrix? With Rumi as the mermaid for obvious reasons. Take your time ^^

Mysterious Creatures

Polytr/x; Divers! Mira & Zoey x Mermaid! Rumi

A/N: I know this is a bit different from the KPDH x Reader stuff I usually write but it does mention the reader very vaguely so I’m okay with it. I wanna try writing stuff other than my usual Rumi’s Sister! Reader stuff, it’s just hard to get out of the mindset of writing for it while still writing for the same fandom. Wish me luck peoples.

Synopsis: Mira and Zoey have been dancing around each other while diving together for a long while now. It isn’t until they meet a creature that shouldn’t exist that the final piece falls into place.

TW: Fluff, poly relationships, diving, swimming, ocean, toxic families, mer! Rumi, Rumi’s Sister! Reader mention but not very relevant.

Word Count: 1.8k

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Mira and Zoey had met each other through their shared hobby of diving. They had both started doing it as a way to escape their family dramas and quiet their minds. Zoey because her parents were in the midst of a divorce and were arguing over who Zoey would live with. It also helped slow her usually speeding thoughts that no one around her could keep up with. Mira because she didn’t fit in with her family, her parents trying to force her to fit the mold that they had in their minds. And to cool her prickly attitude and quick temper.

They became close friends, often going out onto the ocean together to find a peaceful spot to dive. Then it progressed to getting meals together before or after. Then more mundane hang outs on land like a movie one of them thought was interesting or the bar. They often found themselves exchanging glances but while they were curious to pursue where it could go, they felt like there was something missing.

So they never said anything.

It was a nice sunny day, the currents not too fast as they anchored on the edges of a reef that they were getting ready to explore. They did a quick equipment check before helping each other into their gear, “Okay, air?” Mira rattled off mindlessly.

“Check!” Zoey chirped in response.

“BCD?”

“Check!”

“Regulators?”

“Check!”

“Masks?”

“Check!”

“Fins?”

“Check!”

“Lunch for later?”

“Triple check!”

“Alright. And the receivers?”

“All good! We’re going full face today?”

“Yeah, as long as you’re feeling like you’re usually chatty self today?”

“Yup! Not currently experiencing debilitating depression so I’m happy to fill the comms with plenty of chatter!”

Mira nodded, “Okay. Ready to head down then?”

Zoey bobbed her head ecstatically, “Yeah! I’m really hoping to see a turtle today!”

Mira couldn’t help but snicker, “You wanna see a turtle every time we go diving. I wanna see a Mako shark.”

Zoey couldn’t help but grimace dubiously at her friend, “Aren’t those ones kind of… you know, aggressive? And don’t they prefer open waters?”

Mira merely shrugged, “Not typically unless they feel threatened or provoked. They’ve been getting caught by fishers more and more accidentally because of climate change. I doubt we’ll see one but it would be cool if we did.”

“Awww,” Zoey cooed sadly, “Poor sharkies. I wonder what other creatures have been changing locations because of the climate changing…”

“Well, let’s go find out,” Mira replied with a smirk and fell back into the water. Zoey quickly followed her.

Thankfully, Mira’s family was rich and she was able to purchase diver-to-diver receivers and full face masks so they could talk to each other beyond little hand signs while under water. It was the best birthday gift Zoey had ever gotten, especially since Mira wasn’t typically a very chatty person—it felt like permission to talk Mira’s ear off, like Mira was saying she didn’t mind listening to her even though so many people in her life got that empty look on their face when she talked for too long. There were of course days where they didn’t feel like talking. Days where they busted wanted it to be them and the water around them. On those days they wore the simple eye masks instead of full face ones.

“Checking comms, can you hear me Zo?”

Zoey flashed her a thumbs up, “Loud and clear over here! All good with you?”

Mira returned her gesture, “Yup, can hear you perfectly and all my gear seems to be in order.”

“Same, now let’s go! Go go go!”

The two descended steadily, Zoey going on happily about the coral she could see, the fish, the way the sun glimmered through the water. And Mira was content to listen with her own sarcastic remarks every now and then.

They had another thirty minutes worth of air before they had to go switch their tanks when Zoey caught something strange out of the corner of her eye, “What was that?!” She pointed towards a gathering of rocks where the tail of a fish just disappeared. A large fish.

“I don’t know,” Mira replied candidly, already swimming in that direction. “Let’s go check it out.”

Zoey couldn’t help but snort, “Y’know, you’re that person in horror movies that goes to investigate a noise and ends up dead.”

“Like you weren’t two seconds from going to check it out yourself.”

Zoey had nothing to say to that.

The fish she had seen was larger than most sea creatures she had ever seen before. And that was just from her seeing the tail. It was strange, it had a huge, feathery looking caudal and dorsal fin that were dark purple with white tips that faded into the white body. The body was a shining white with strange iridescent patterned stripes that shimmered rainbow in the sun.

Quietly, the two swam to the rock groupings, looking to catch a glimpse of whatever it was that she had seen.

“What’s that sound?” Mira paused and the both of them stopped moving to focus on the sound in the water.

It sounded like… humming?

“The scars are part of me~ Darkness and harmony~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~”

It was probably the most beautiful voice they had ever heard, powerful yet soft. Strong yet gentle. They couldn’t help but follow it, as if it was beckoning them closer and closer until they rounded a rock to see her.

A mermaid.

Her fish-scale tail faded into something more human-skin like at the hips, becoming a creamy, peachy color, a smattering of white scales covered her breasts and she had a long mane of light purple hair that was neatly tied back in a braid that went halfway down her tail. The patterns covered not just her tail but her skin all the way up to the edges of her face. She was ethereal. A literal fairy tale come to life before their very eyes.

“She’s so beautiful…” Zoey floated closer, the both of them entranced by the heavenly sea creature before them.

Well. Until she noticed them.

When she noticed them, her dorsal fin and the fins that must have been her ears flared threateningly, her claws suddenly sharpened, her eyes flashed amber, and she bared her fangs at them in a hiss.

“Ah!” The two yelped, swimming away, surfacing steadily but quickly back to their boat. They clambered into their boat, pulling off their masks with heavy breaths.

“That was a mermaid!”

“I know!”

“She looked ready to eat us!”

“I know!”

The two laid there, catching their breath and trying to process what they had just seen when they heard a curious chirp. They looked at each other then slowly raised their heads. Just over the edge of the boat, where their legs were dangling over the water, they could see the mermaid’s head peeking at them. They scrambled to get their legs all the way inside the boat.

“Did she follow us?” Zoey asked the older girl out of the side of her mouth.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think she understands us?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m gonna find out.”

“Wha—Zoey!”

Zoey didn’t listen though, smiling nervously at the mermaid as she inched closer to the edge of the boat. “Heyyyy…” Zoey greeted awkwardly, “So… Do you understand me?”

“She’s a mermaid, Zoey,” Mira hissed, “Of course she—“

“No, I understand you.”

Mira and Zoey blinked at the mermaid, now casually resting her arms on the edge of their boat while she smiled at them in amusement, curiosity in her warm brown eyes. “Oh.”

Zoey was not deterred for long, her excitement getting the better of her as she gasped and grinned, leaning closer to the mer, “Oh my gosh, hi! It’s amazing to meet you! You’re an actual mermaid, right? Not one of those people who like to wear the silicon tails?”

The mermaid chuckled, “Yes, I’m an actual mermaid. It’s nice to meet you too, I’m Rumi.”

“Hi Rumi! I’m—“

“Zoey!�� Mira halted her, looking at Rumi cautiously. “How do we know we can trust you? Especially with how you chased us out of the water.”

Rumi grimaced apologetically. “Sorry about that… You guys just startled me and I reacted instinctively. I didn’t mean to scare you and I didn’t necessarily chase you out of the water… You guys just started swimming and I followed.”

“Hm,” Mira hummed. She shrugged, “Fair enough. I’m Mira and this is Zoey. What were you doing down there?”

“I was looking for coral and rocks to decorate my family’s new home. We just moved to the area,” Rumi explained, resting her head on her arms.

Zoey suddenly looked sad, “Oh. Did you guys have to move because of climate change too?”

Rumi chuckled again and this time, the two noted the almost musical quality to it. “Nothing like that. My mom just moved to an area nearby on land and my dad followed so the whole pod followed.”

”Your mom?” Zoey echoed curiously.

”Yeah, she’s human. I’m half mer and half human.”

”Sick,” Mira noted. “How does that make you different from other mers?”

Rumi hummed in thought, “It doesn’t make a lot of difference in most ways. When I’m in the water, I’m pretty much all mer except my appearance is a little more human.”

”You’re a mer considered more human?” Mira questioned dubiously, looking at her iridescent patterns and ear frills.

Rumi took it good naturedly, “Yeah, my skin tone is more human and my patterns are lighter. My sister has a more purple tinted skin tone and darker patterns than I do. But in our human forms, I have an easier time blending in with humans because my patterns are so light.”

Zoey gasped, bouncing, “ You have a human form?!”

”Yeah,” Rumi nodded, “I usually only use it when I spend time with my mom—it’s also how I can understand you guys, not a lot of mers speak human languages.”

”Wow,” Zoey awed. “Is your voice so…celestial because you’re a mermaid then?”

Rumi’s face flushed, her eyes widening. “What?”

Mira smirked, teasing the sea woman, “Yeah, your voice was so captivating that it was soul soothing.” Okay, maybe she wasn’t really teasing. But it was fun to see Rumi’s face flush so cutely.

Rumi almost seemed to fidget, not meeting either of their eyes as she answered, “Well… It depends. My sister’s voice is beautiful but it sounds different to her mates. Her voice sounds so lovely and enchanting to them that it drew them to her. Now she is very happy with her five mates. Similar happened with my dad, he found our mom when she was singing on a dock one night.”

It took a moment for the two human girls to process what she was saying. Then their faces flushed red as well. Oh. That was what was missing between Mira and Zoey, why they could never find themselves making that extra step toward each other.

It was quiet.

“Soooo…” Zoey drawled.

“You ever been to a bath house?”

Outtakes:

*meeting the fam*

Rumi: “Okay, everyone meet my girlfriends: Mira and Zoey!”

Rumi: *under her breath* “Be nice.”

Miyeong: *normal mom with mer husband* “Hello girls, welcome!”

You: *trying to be nice, smile full of fangs* “Hi, nice to meet you two!”

Dad: *reminiscing the time he met Miyeong, his precious human wife* *Also protective dad mode* “Hello.”

Saja Boys: *your five feral mates that don’t trust humans except Miyeong* “Hissssssss…”

…

Zoey: “And I really love turtles! They’re so cute!”

Rumi: *don’t know how human dating works* “I’ll bring you all the turtles you want then.”

Mira: “No, don’t do that.”

Zoey: “Please do that!”

Rumi: “Just to make sure, you want them alive, right?”

Zoey: “…”

Zoey: “…Yes…”

…

Miyeong: *peacefully singing at the end of her dock in the middle of the night, thinking she’s alone*

Dad: *poking his head out of the water beneath her feet* “Well hello there.”

…

I kinda based Rumi’s mermaid appearance on this betta fish I found on google, I was picturing her ‘This Is What It Sounds Like’ self so I thought it fit:

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that-one-girl2020 · 12 days ago

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This isn’t an update, but I got fanart for my Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader story!

@cdtt did a great sketch of how they picture the reader and I love it! I meant to post it a couple weeks ago but I wanted to make sure I had their permission and then Tumblr, was dumb.

If anyone else does fanart, let me know! Before I started posting for KPDH, I never really posted what I write usually so it’s really fun for me to write for you guys and see your art!

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that-one-girl2020 · 12 days ago

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Hi! I had a hilarious idea where rumi's sister starts screaming because of something completely silly and the boys come busting in 100% ready for war, full demon mode and they then realize the situation... the rest is up to you.

Sound the Alarms

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: This one’s very short and sweet so I hope you guys still enjoy! This has just been sitting in my inbox for a while and I wanted something that I didn’t need to really deep dive on.

Synopsis: While working in your room you get startled by an unexpected and unwanted visitor and the boys hurry to your rescue.

TW: Fluff, comedy, spider.

Word Count: 0.6k

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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

Okay. Typically, you are not a very jumpy person. You grew up with the knowledge of the existence of demons and in the center of the idol industry. You did not scare easily. Horror movies? You shrugged them off.

But you were still human and could be startled.

For example, you were in your bedroom, going through some of your old files for inspiration when something slowly descended into your field of vision out of the corner of your eye. You were pretty enraptured by your work so you didn’t really look at it at first. But then you glanced over. And then did a double take and you couldn’t help the scream that left your lips as you jumped out of your chair.

You barely had any time to really process and laugh at yourself before there were pounding footsteps and your door burst open, your five boyfriends spilling into the room.

They were on full alert, scanning the room for threats with glowing amber eyes, their pupils narrowed to pinpricks. Their patterns were on full display, their claws raised readily, mouths open in vicious snarls full of fangs. They looked ready to pounce at the slightest movement as their heads swiveled back and forth.

”(Y/n), are you okay?” Jinu asked, briefly scanning you for injury before going back to searching for unseen threats to your health and safety.

”We heard you scream,” Kwan told you, his muscles flexing as he raised his claws threateningly, ready to shred whatever had made you scream.

”What happened?” Chungae added while Hyeon’s nose twitched, trying to scent if there was anything in your room that shouldn’t have been. Jum’s brows were furrowed in focus, his teeth crunched down on the stick of the sucker he had been eating before he heard you scream.

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Guys. It was just a spider.”

You pointed and they followed, their demon eyes easily narrowing down on the dark, two-or-three inch spider that was lazily descending from your ceiling on its web by your desk.

“Oh,” Jum vocalized after blinking a few times. The five of them relaxed, their claws retracting and their faces smoothing out.

You giggled some more, “Sorry. It surprised me so I screamed when I didn’t mean to,” You apologized to them for putting them on such alert.

Chungae scooped you up into a hug, nuzzling you affectionately, “It’s no trouble, sweetheart, we were surprised too.”

“Yeah,” Jum added, “Our instincts flared and we ended up on high alert.” He offered you a piece of your favorite candy to soothe the adrenaline that was making you a little jittery from the startle.

“Sorry for bursting in, pretty girl,” Jinu apologized for them. He and Kwan were checking your door to make sure that it wasn’t broken too badly. The handle and some of the frame would have to be replaced but they could DIY it after a trip to the hardware store.

“Do you want us to deal with your visitor?” Kwan offered even though the boys each grimaced at the idea of going so close to the spider. Still, you nodded quickly.

“Yes. Yes please.”

You all looked over only to see that Hyeon had already handled it, trapping the spider in an empty cup you had been meaning to take to the kitchen to clean. He slid a paper underneath and took it to your window, dumping the contents of the cup outside. He closed the window just to be safe.

He turned to look at all of you.

You looked at him and the cup and paper he was holding.

“I hope you guys know that I will never be using that cup again and I will be throwing that paper out.”

Hyeon looked at the paper, “But princess, it looks like it has some of your lyric ideas on it.”

“Then I will take a picture and then burn it.”

Your boyfriends were smart and merely accepted it, chuckling only a little bit.

“But, thank you guys for being my knights in shining armor,” You thanked them. You also made sure to give them plenty of kisses as thanks.

A/N: Yeah, I really hate spiders. But I’m also pretty scared of them. I didn’t used to be, I used to handle them for my older brother. I don’t know what happened but now I am definitely not a fan.

Outtakes:

Author: *While writing this* “Okay, it’s gonna be at least two inches big and dark and thick…”

Author: *shivers in disgust*

Author: “The things I do for this fandom…”

…

Hyeon: “Sorry buddy but this is human territory…”

Spider: “But everywhere is human territory!”

Hyeon: “Sorry…” *Let’s the spider fall*

Spider: “AAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhh…!”

Hyeon: *turns to you* “I did it.”

You: “Thank you so much, I love you!”

…

You: *screams*

Polytr/x: “Oh, that’s (Y/n)’s spider scre-“

Saja Simps: *Full alert, zooming to your room in full demon mode, ready to obliterate the threat*

…

*later*

You: “Rumi…?”

Rumi: *sleepy* “Yeah…?”

You: “Can I sleep here?”

Rumi: “Weren’t you at the apartment with the boys…?”

You: “There was a spider in my office there.”

Rumi: “And now you can’t stop thinking about it?”

You: “What if there’s a whole family of them living in the apartment?!”

Rumi: “Yeah okay.” *moves the blankets for you*

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 13 days ago

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Hey, if you're up to it, can you do a smut one where, like the demon boys are like have a heat season and fuck reader, like one fucking them from behind one in front and one having their dick in their mouth and and they became a mess,and like a week after all that she bans them from having sex with them until they recovered. And they stay with the girls so she can recover, and the boys get pouty and trying to apologize and they give them gifts and whatnot but tells them to let go away because they're sore.

Heat 🔞

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

Synopsis: What you didn’t know about demons was that they went through heats but they’re so spaced out that it’s not usually relevant. Except when demons form a pack or close connections or share a partner. Then, the heats start to sync up.

TW: Smut, heats, marathon sex, mentions of breeding, mate, gangbang, vaginal sex, anal sex (f receiving), oral sex (f and m receiving), cursing, creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise, tit fucking, overstimulation, hints of somnophilia, double penetration, etc.

Word Count: 3.7k

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MDNI 🔞

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

The thing about being only half demon was that even though you fully accepted your demon roots, you still didn’t experience everything that a full demon did—even though you were more demonic than Rumi.

And this included a heat. A heat that your boyfriends failed to warn you about.

Later—when they were more sound of mind—they would explain that it was really only something that happened every five to ten years. Young demons experienced it once a year and as they got older, the time between heats lengthened. Your boys being of varying ages, should’ve been impossible to all go through a heat at once, and of course you pointed this out to them. They sheepishly explained that when demons were close with each other, forming long term groups or shared a partner like they did, sometimes their heats would synchronize.

That was later.

Before it happened, you had noticed that the boys were progressively getting more and more touchy. You couldn’t go anywhere without one of them touching you, whether it was around the apartment, to the tower, or to work, they would get pouty if you weren’t within reach.

Then it became more territorial.

You were used to Hyeon growling at fans—who had taken to growling and barking back when he did—but then the others started doing it too and not just to fans.

Bobby could get away with brushing your shoulder or standing within three feet of you with only some grumbling and slight glares. Male fans weren’t allowed to get within four feet of you or stare for longer than two minutes. Female fans could get away with touching you as long as it was for less than thirty seconds. Rumi, Mira, and Zoey were not allowed within five feet of you or allowed to talk to you for longer than four minutes—whether this was because Rumi was partially a demon or because they were all Hunters was beyond you.

It all came to a head when you awoke in the middle of the night, your body sweating with several warm bodies pressing as close to you as they could and already stripped of your nightwear.

“Mmmm,” a voice deeper and huskier than you were used to rumbled in your ear, “Sweet little thing…” Kwan hummed, taking a deep breath in as he relished in your scent, his fingers tugging harder then softer then harder again in your hair.

Chungae was mouthing at your stomach, lavishing the soft skin with open mouthed kisses, warm licks of his tongue, and little nips of his teeth—obsessed with how the pillowy flesh felt with each ministration. “Oh, love of my heart… please…” You had no idea what he was begging you for.

Jum was by your head on the other side of Kwan and Chungae, his mouth mapping your features from the tip of your nose to the angle of your cheeks to the curve of your jaw all the way down to your chin just to do it all over again. His eyes were glowing more intensely than you had ever seen them before—in fact they all were but they were also blown to hell with how dilated they were. He had no words to offer, unwilling as he was to deviate from his current task of mapping and remapping your face with his lips.

Hyeon was purring a deep rumble in your ear from where he was sucking darker and darker marks along your shoulders, neck, and collar. He spent more time on each mark than he did the last until the bruises were so intense and sensitive you shuddered at even the slightest breath on them. “My princess… All mine…”

And Jinu? Oh Jinu… He was between your legs, your thighs on either side of him as he lapped at your dripping folds with intense focus. Like you were the last drop of ambrosia from the feast of the gods offered to him. Greedy and possessive. And almost pathetic with how he whined and groaned at every drop of your essence on his tongue. Every taste just made him all that more determined to draw out the next as his tongue flicked over your lips, his mouth sealing over your clit to suck and make your back arch off the bed with a gasp as his fingers worked your ass open.

You just woke up but your body tingled with a heat so unfamiliar that you almost thought you were dreaming.

You didn’t know how long they were at it before you woke up—with your busy schedule, you’ve been sleeping like the dead—but when they noticed you were awake, they perked up all at once like intrigued cats, their eyes glowing back at you bright enough for you to see that they were in their demon forms.

“Mate…” Jum crooned above you, pressing another kiss to your nose so sweetly that it was almost more sultry than anything else they were doing. “Need to have you now, okay beautiful?”

“Have to fill you up, babe, and make sure it takes,” Kwan rumbled deep in his throat as he tugged your hair to press his lips against your cheek bone and take another deep draw of your scent in.

Your head was already foggy with lust and pleasure that you could hear their words but you weren’t really processing them. They were just being fed into the pleasure drunk parts of your brain and you were completely okay with that. So you didn’t protest when Jinu gave your pussy one last parting sloppy kiss before the boys moved you around.

Jinu ended up beneath you as Chungae lowered you down onto the other man’s cock as you mewled, your cunt trembling around Jinu as the man groaned with a low curse. Chungae pressed into your ass from behind with a long moan, leaning his head back as his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your warmth squeezing his dick. Hyeon and Jum took your hands and bracing your shoulders so they could wrap your hands around their lengths with their own hands guiding them up and down lazily on their cocks. Kwan took his place at the head of the bed, tapping his raging erection against your lips until your mouth fell open with a moan and he slipped the head of his dick into your mouth with a pleased hiss.

You felt so full. They were everywhere, at every part of you and you don’t know whether that was a good or a bad thing yet.

“Oh fuck, my sweet love, your ass feels like heaven around my cock,” Chungae groaned, beginning to rock into you as you mewled around Kwan’s dick in your mouth. “Can’t wait for my turn in your sweet cunt…”

And then they all really began to move.

You could’ve sworn you could black out with the onslaught of pleasure that almost overwhelmed you and it was just the beginning. Chungae pulled back to snap his hips back into your ass as Jinu pulled out only to plunge back in as Chungae pulled out. Then their pace sped up as they got into rhythm. Back and forth their cocks battered into you, making you dizzy with pleasure. Or maybe that was the lack of air you were getting from Kwan’s cock filling your throat.

“Fucking hell, babe, keep sucking on my dick, good girl,” Kwan groaned and you moaned pathetically and he rocked harder into your mouth, slowly slipping more and more of his cock into your mouth with each thrust of his hips.

“Oh, pretty, pretty girl taking our cocks. Gonna take such good care of you, pretty girl,” Jinu purred darkly.

“So beautiful,” Jum crooned dazedly as he moved your hand up and down his pulsing cock. Hyeon tightened your hand around his own length with a blissful hum.

Kwan rocked his hips a little faster just so he could feel your throat convulse just that little bit before he pulled back to give you a little air the plunging back in. “Shit beautiful, take my cock just like that…” He moved your hair out of your face, fisting it with one hand for better leverage to fuck into your mouth.

Chungae’s hips snapped into your ass faster, battering your walls and making you tighten around him, “Ah, I’m not gonna last much longer, love…” Chungae warned with a moan, balls slapping against the edge of where you and Jinu met. All you could in response was moan around Kwan’s cock.

At his words, the other two inside you ramped up as well, Jinu hammering his long, thick cock into that spot inside you that made the edges of your vision fuzzy and you cunt flutter around him as Kwan sunk balls deep into your mouth and made a mess of your face with all the drool dripping down your chin at his relentless pace. You could almost feel them swelling, like loaded guns on the verge of going off.

“Ahhh…!” Chungae growled, throwing his head back as he hilted in your ass, fingers digging into your cheeks and sure to leave marks as he filled your inside with what must have been jet after jet of his cum.

Beneath you, Jinu rocked his hips as he hilted inside you so he ground against your clit, making you squeal at the same time he cursed and began pumping cum into your cunt, rocking his hips to ensure he was as deep as possible as you pussy spasmed and squeezed around his throbbing length.

Your vision truly did go fuzzy as you came, your hands squeezing Jum and Hyeon as you trembled with the pleasure that raced through your veins like lightning. The two groaned as Kwan pulsed, holding your mouth on his cock as he shot rope after rope of his cum down your throat. Until he finally abated, pulling free of your mouth to let you breath as he smeared a few drops on the tip of his dick against your lips.

“Good girl, pretty,” Jinu panted, pulling you down to devour your cum painted lips sloppily. You barely had time to breathe before they were shifting you again, pliant like a pretty doll for them.

You end up laying atop Hyeon, his cock slipping into your sloppy cunt with ease while Jum slid into your ass almost as easily. You moaned weakly, sagging between them as Hyeon held you close to his chest. It felt so dirty and messy and slick as they started to rock into you. “Ahh, god…!” You gasped at once again feeling so full as they stirred your insides.

The sound of skin slapping against skin sounded louder than before with all the fluids leaking from your messy holes. Hyeon kissed the side of your head with a rumbling purr of pleasure, “Mine. My princess, gonna fill you up so good,” he groaned, burying his nose in your neck to mouth at your throat as he thrusted up into you with a single minded focus.

Jum hands massaged your ass as he rocked into your back hole, slowly picking up the pace to match Hyeon’s. “So beautiful when you’re taking cocks…” Jum murmured mindlessly as he took your ass.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the other three already stroking their lengths back to full hardness, watching you get fucked with predatory eyes.

Hyeon, the quiet man, gave no warning as he reached between you to rub circles into your slick, swollen clit as he pistoned his cock into you, battering your walls. You gasped, moaning into Hyeon’s ear, “Ohhhh, you’re gonna make me cum…!”

Jum snapped his hips harder against your ass at your words, “Go on, beautiful. Cum.” Jum himself was moments from joining you and Hyeon as the two men bullied their cocks into you again and again and again until you cried out, spasming on their dicks as you came. They fucked you through it as they groaned, hilting into you from both sides so they could fill you with plenty of their essence.

They panted, rocking their hips gently with low hisses of pleasure to make sure every single drop was deep inside you. A choked sound left your lips at the movement, your sensitive walls fluttering on the verge of overstimulation. It was almost too much pleasure to handle without any rest.

And you still didn’t get any.

Jum and Hyeon peppered you with kisses as they moved you and the other three descended upon you once again. Jum and Jinu took place on either side of you, tilting your head so Jinu could claim your lips, rocking his hips against your side as he sucked your tongue into his mouth. Then Jum tilted your head to him so he could have a turn snaking his tongue into your mouth so he could tangle with yours.

Kwan was the one that sunk his cock into your messy cunt this time with a deep groan, his hands flexing before he gripped the blankets on either side of you in tight fists—his strength and claws tore them to ribbons. “Fuck, babe, you’re so full of cock and cum, you’re such a good girl for us,” He moaned as Chungae settled on your chest so he could squeeze your breasts around his cum, pre, and spit slicked cock. Hyeon was reclined at the edge of the large bed, taking in the view of you so debauched by so many cocks.

Chungae hummed as he rocked his dick between your tits, “Got such pretty tits, my love…” Chungae was surprised by how enraptured he was at the sight of your tits around his cock. It made his balls tighten teasingly so he happily sawed his hips back and forth.

Meanwhile, Kwan had no mercy for your poor little cunt, thrusting into you with all his strength that wasn’t tearing the bedding to shreds. You gasped and squealed, the pleasure edging on painful which only made it all the more pleasurable, Jinu and Jum taking turns swallowing your sounds in their mouths. It was as if Kwan was trying to get deeper into you with every thrust despite his balls slapping against your ass—he couldn’t go any deeper. But damn if he didn’t try.

It didn’t take long for your next climax to crash over you, your hips twitching in the air to try and get away from Kwan’s relentless cock, fucking you through your orgasm and then beyond as he chased his own finish. “Yeah, cum on my cock, babe. Oh, I’m gonna fill you up, yeah? Gonna give you all my little ones and make you a mama… Oh fuck…” His own words only served to ramp his own insatiable lust higher, thrusting harder and faster into you.

In comparison, Chungae’s hip rolls against your chest were almost lazy. But Chungae was more than content to savor the image of his cock grinding between your plush tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

It was so much. You were already ramping towards another climax, your head heavy with lack of air as Jinu and Jum demanded your attention as they devoured your mouth until your lips were spit slick, swollen, and sensitive—sure to bruise later.

“Mmmm!” You squealed against Jum’s lips as another torrential wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body shaking and twitching under all of them. Kwan groaned with a curse, gritting his teeth as his balls twitched and then he was hilting himself within you with a deep press and filling you with even more sticky, warm cum. You were surprised you weren’t overflowing like a facet yet.

You were thankful when Jinu and Jum let you have a moment to catch your breath as they whispered in your ears, “Such a good girl for us…” “Taking all our cum like a good mate…” “Gonna be good and take more, right…?”

You barely even registered then shuffling you around once again, your mind coming back to you as you ended up sandwiched between Jum and Chungae, your legs over Chungae’s arms as the man held you up, sinking you down on his cock as you groaned, your neck losing strength and letting your head fall against his shoulder. You were surprised that he didn’t immediately start thrusting but Jum didn’t push into your gaping ass, no. He pressed his fingers against your pussy to see how many fingers he could fit into alongside Chungae’s cock.

“Mmm, I think you’re pretty stretched out, beautiful… Think you can take two cocks in here?” Jum asked redundantly, because he was already pulling his fingers away and pressing the tip of his dick against your already stuffed cunt. You had no strength to protest but you weren’t sure you would have even if you did because when the tip of his cock popped in, you wailed at the stretch as pleasure washed through your sensitive body, slick release gushing over the two cocks inside you.

Chungae groaned, his hands flexing on your ass where they held you up, “Oh, love, your little pussy sings so pretty on our cocks…” He rocked his hips just a little making you twitch and tremble in his hold. Jum carefully pulled his hips back just enough so he could push his cock in just a little deeper than before. You twitched and jerked with every movement, your body just a little overwhelmed by all of it but it still felt so nice to be so impossibly full of their cocks and their cum.

Jum did his best to be patient as he slowly stretched you open more and more with each inch of his cock until he was hilted just as deep into your fluttering cunt as Chungae was. They gave you a moment to breathe, just a moment, and then they started moving against each other.

You moaned and you moaned and you moaned. When one pulled out, the other pushed back in with a snap, their cocks punching at the furthest depths of your poor pussy. You came once, then twice, and then at least a third as they fucked you between them. Chungae was babbling in your ear, “Love you so much… You’re gonna look so pretty with your little belly swollen with our babies… Gonna stuff you so full that it’ll have to take…”

Jum was quieter but that might have been because his mouth was stuck to your skin, lavishing your flesh with open mouthed kisses, moaning at the taste of sweat slick skin under his tongue. “Fucking perfect, beautiful… Beautiful beautiful mama…”

And then you must’ve blacked out with the force of your fourth orgasm in a row as they hilted into you all at once, shooting jets of cum into your already stuffed pussy with echoing groans of pleasure.

When the world came back to you, Hyeon was thrusting into you from behind, Jinu was lovingly pushing his cock between your parted lips and Kwan was flicking your clit with his tongue.

You were so pleasure drunk and fucked out that you didn’t know how many rounds they went, easily molding your body from one position to another as they fucked whatever part of you they pleased at the time. All you know is that you woke up aching and so sore that you honestly couldn’t move from the, thankfully cleaned, bed for at least half a day. And then it repeated all over again as soon as you were even the slightest bit better.

It was a week before it all abated and you honestly thought you would have been better off after a fight with a nesting dragon in the middle of an active volcano on an island full of hyenas surrounded by a sea of blood frenzied sharks. When you could move, you showered by yourself because even though the boys had cleaned you off you still felt sticky somehow, and then escaped to the tower.

The girls didn’t question it, they could tell what happened by the numerous bruises across your skin and the painful shuffle you did whenever you tried to walk. You didn’t move from the couch unless you had to, Derpy and Sussie bringing you new ice packs and heating pads whenever you needed.

The boys felt bad, explaining about their heats to you but you ignored them, staring up at the ceiling. “Come on, pretty girl, we’re really sorry,” Jinu tried as he crouched at your head by the couch.

“We brought you your favorite snacks,” Jum offered, his arms full of plastic packages.

Hyeon held out his apology offerings of facemasks and movies, “Plus your favorite movies and face masks for pampering.”

“And apology flowers,” Chungae grimaced an apologetic smile as he lifted the frankly ridiculously large bouquet of flowers. Wait, no. It was several bouquets of equally ridiculous size.

Kwan waved a bottle of lotion enticingly, “And your favorite scented lotion for a massage,” He smirked. It fell when you looked over to glare at him. He winced, putting the lotion down.

“I told you guys, no sex until I’m fully recovered,” You reminded them, snatching a bag from Jum’s arms and tearing into it, chomping down aggressively to make sure you got your point across.

They collectively deflated, wincing and grimacing painfully. “Come on, sweetheart, at least come back to the apartment. We’re really sorry and we’ll take care of you ourselves!” Chungae pleaded, a pathetic pout on his lips as he looked on the verge of whining like an abandoned puppy.

You held strong though, snapping, “No! I am staying here for at least a week and you boys will be lucky if I even let your lips touch my cheek until I’m recovered!”

The boys pouted, sulking at the flat out rejection. “But—“ Jinu tried but you cut him off.

“No!” You repeated. “Now go away. I’m still sore.” You pointedly looked away from them, going back to looking at the ceiling as you ate your snack offerings.

Your boys sighed sadly but sulked away. Mira, Rumi, and Zoey were muffling snickers from the kitchen area but you ignored them, rubbing Derpy’s head thankfully as he brought you a fresh ice pack.

Yeah you weren’t letting those boys touch you with a ten foot pole for at least a week. Maybe two.

A/N: Listen. I know this is nasty. And I myself am a girl with itty bitties so there’s no way Chungae could really tit fuck me. But it’s fiction so who cares. And there’s also only so many ways I can write five men repeatedly gang banging the MC without it getting repetitive. Again, no taglist because I have no idea who be the minors.

Outtakes:

You: *spraying the boys with water like misbehaving cats* “I said no! I don’t wanna see you guys until I can go to the bathroom without wincing!”

Saja Simps: *Pouting with puppy dog syes* “But-“

You: “Don’t make me get the salt!”

Saja Simps: “Yes ma’am…”

…

You: “Hey Bobby…”

Bobby: “(Y/n)! I’m so glad you’re back, you and the guys just kind of dropped off the face of the earth and I had to text the girls to make sure everything was alright! I mean, Jinu eventually texted me, but still!”

You: *strained smile* “Yeah… Uhm, Bobby, I also wanted to tell you that I won’t be able to dance for a while…”

Bobby: “Oh, are you okay?”

You: “Did you see me waddle in here?”

Bobby: “…”

You: “…”

Bobby: “Consider it done.”

…

Jinu: “Okay, guys. I need you to go and stay with Rumi, Mira, and Zoey for at least a week.”

Derpy & Sussie: *offended and shocked looks*

Jinu: “I know but it’s not for long, just for a week while we get… alone time with (Y/n). I’ll give you guys your favorite treats afterwards?”

Derpy & Sussie: *Pouting but accepting*

Jinu: “Cool.”

The Other Boys: *blinking* “Dude.”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 14 days ago

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Okay im rereading RR Reader side stories and I cant help but wonder where's Arson and Spirte. Reader deserves her emotional support animal babies reunite with her!

So im requesting one where, after the "deaths" of Huntr/x, Saja Boys decided to adopt Arson and Spirte, and when Huntr/x got revived, reader get reunited with her babies.

But to make it a bit angst, I would like to Arson and Spirte acting all depressed when they realized Reader has done, but when Reader and Hunter/x gets revived, they sense they are alive they act all happy

Sweet Reunions

RR! Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

Synopsis: Arson and Sprite are confused at first, wondering where you went after you disappeared. But you were surely coming back to them, right? (Go read my role reversal series for this to make sense.)

TW: Alluding to death, mourning, grief, depression, hurt/comfort, happy ending.

Word Count: 1.1k

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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

At first, Arson was very confused but he waited for your performance to be done. He and Sprite had parted from you before you began your performance under your direction. You had told them to wait for you to finish either in the tower or back at the apartment. So, the two had ventured to the top of the tower for a nice view of the stage and all the people watching. Arson laid down with Sprite perched on his head as they watched you perform—they had always loved listening to you, whether it was just you humming under your breath or actually singing.

All seemed to be going well until the boys arrived, the ones that they had been watching. They were singing and the two enjoyed listening to the men sing as well until you were suddenly gone and so were your sister and the two other girls. The two animals could still sense their bond to you but it was just…cold and dull.

But surely you were still alive, otherwise the bond would have snapped completely so you would come back and get them. So they waited. First, they waited at the tower, watching all the humans and the Hunters leave and then they waited some more atop the empty tower for at least a day more. Then they returned to the apartment to wait some more.

They became more and more despondent and depressed as they waited and you did not return to them—not even a sign of you. At that point, they went to the Saja Boys’ tower and Arson pawed at the balcony door while Sprite tapped with his beak until a blue Derpy led Jinu over to open the door.

Jinu couldn’t help but feel his heart break a little at the sight of the two animals. To be quite honest, he had forgotten about them after the defeat of Gwi Ma and your death. He had thought that the two demonic animals had ended up in the demon realm perhaps in passing thought. But no, here they both were and if he had any doubts that animals could be depressed, he no longer had them now. Arson merely entered Jinu’s room and hopped up to the foot of his bed before laying down with a world weary sigh, Sprite settling on his head and closing his eyes tiredly.

Jinu watched with worry as Derpy tried to entice Arson into playing, batting at the fire dog’s nose with happy purrs and needling murrs to no avail. Sussie simply perched next to Sprite and settled at his friend’s side.

Jinu let the other guys know that the two animals were there and they came into his room to see how the animals were doing, their hearts weighing down at the sight of them. It was a unanimous decision to let the two stay.

For days, the five did whatever they could to try and comfort the two. Jum tried to entice them with different treats, from the best store bought brands to the priciest artisan treats from animal bakeries. None of which earned more than a morose glance from them.

Chungae tried playing a bunch of videos of you—you performing, interacting with fans, TV appearances, variety shows, radio interviews, anything that was online. Arson and Sprite did pay attention to these, watching with rapt attention, but it didn’t lift their spirits. Sometimes Sprite would croon sadly as you talked or Arson would begin to howl mournfully as you sang.

Hyeon brought them a plush bed and a perch to at least give them something comfortable and of their own in the tower. But both refused. Arson continued sleeping on the couch, the floor, or sometimes on one of their beds—if he did sleep. And Sprite would only close his eyes when perched atop Arson.

Kwan attempted cheering them up by enticing them to play, plying them with various toys and trinkets that he thought they would like. Derpy tried to help with this, but neither ever seemed to have the energy to do much besides look with disinterest at what they were offered.

Jinu did his best to offer what comfort he could to the two animals. He bought the apartment that you and the girls used to live in and kept it the way it was. Sometimes, he would take Arson and Sprite to it so they could lay on your bed while he respectfully remained in the living room. He couldn’t tell if it worked or made it worse but the only times he would see the two perk up was when he asked if they wanted to go to the apartment.

It went on like this until about two weeks after the defeat of Gwi Ma, a week since the guys made the journey to the Hunters’ house. Arson and Sprite had a spark more of life in them as Arson paced the living area of the tower, Sprite flying from surface to surface to look out the windows—like the two were waiting or looking for something.

And a day later, the boys went out for some down time and came back with you and the three other girls behind them.

“Arson! Sprite!” You fell to your knees with your arms opened wide as the fire dog barreled toward you, Sprite flying not far behind. The air was knocked from your lungs as Arson practically tackled you as he jumped into your arms, his tail wagging at supersonic speeds as he covered your face in slobbery kisses despite your scrunched expression. The cold, dull bond between you and your three animals clicked back into place, filling with warmth and love.

“Oh, I missed you guys!” You cried, sniffling lightly as you ran one hand over Arson’s fur and the other cradled Sprite to your cheek from where he was perched on your shoulder, nuzzling as close to you as he could.

After a few moments, Sprite flew from your shoulder and then back, and again and again as he brought you numerous shiny baubles from around the living area—from coins to pens to one of the guys’ keychains. And Arson just laid down on your legs, trapping you on the floor with his body weight but you weren’t planning on moving for some time anyway.

Mira, Rumi, and Zoey gave affectionate pets of greeting to the two as well but they and the five boys ventured further into the living space to let you have your reunion with the two.

You laughed and held the two close to your heart because you didn't want to be separated from them ever again.

Outtakes:

…

You: “Kwan is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?”

Jinu: “Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.”

Chungae: “Tackle him!”

Jum: “Dump him.”

Hyeon: “Kick him in the shin.”

Kwan: “No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!”

…

Derpy: “We all have our demons.”

Derpy: *grabbing Arson* “This one’s mine.”

*or, alternatively, Sprite or Sussie with their respective dumbasses*

…

Sussie: “Please pray for Arson and Derpy.”

Sprite: “What happened to them?”

Sussie: “Nothing, they’re just very stupid.”

…

*regular day of the Saja Boys living together*

Jinu: *washing the dishes* “Who the fuck used this pan??”

Jinu: “Wait. I the fuck used this pan…”

Kwan: “It was you the fuck.”

Jinu: “It was I the fuck…”

Jum: *equally as bad at cooking* “Who cooks rice in a pan?”

Chungae: “They the fuck.”

Hyeon: *scrolling on his phone* “Or, alternatively, he the fuck.”

Jum: *now confused* “Would it be him the fuck?”

*proceeds to debate for an hour*

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 15 days ago

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The Pride Hunt Diaries Ep. 2

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

Synopsis: In this episode, the Saja Boys, Huntr/x, and you try snacks and drinks from around the world except the author doesn’t really know that many foods.

Disclaimer: I am not related to any brands or companies I mention in my works.

Word Count: 1.3k

Divider credit: @numbpill

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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

“Ahh, there’s so many different snacks!”

“Should I be worried about all the different flame packaging…?”

“Baby’s right in his element.”

“Spice King and Spice Queen for the win!”

“I’ve seen a lot of these in movies and shows from America…”

“Oh, I’ve seen this during some of our tours!”

“I think some fans gave these to me once…”

“What’re these!?”

Beeeeeep

“Hello and welcome to…”

“The Pride Hunt Diaries!”

“Episode two!”

The nine of them were sitting around a round table, a pile of plastic packages in bright colors in the middle. Some of them were already looking at some of the snacks curiously, turning the packages around in their hands.

“So, what’re we doing today?” Kwan clapped his hands, rolling his shoulders back to rest his hands on the backs of the chairs next to him, Jinu and Zoey’s. You could see his chest and his abs flexing through his shirt. Kwan still had a preference for shirts that were… form fitting to say the least.

Today, you were emceeing for the episode. So you straightened up, resting your arms on the table in front of you, “Today, we have snacks from around the world, some that you guys have suggested we try, so today we’re gonna try them and give our honest reviews.” You looked around the table at your dorks, “Which should we start with first? Or should we all just dig in?”

“There’s so much here, I think we should just start where we want and pass them around,” Rumi suggested, looking at everyone to see what they thought.

“Seems like the easiest way,” Jinu nodded along with her, already reaching for something in the pile curiously.

“It’s also the most chaotic,” Chungae shrugged, “Which is very apt for us.”

You shrugged as well, “True enough. Alright, have at it guys.”

“Can we start with something spicy?” Jum asked you and Mira perked up as well. Both were giving you puppy eyes and you melted like a cheap candle.

“Yeah, sure…” You agreed and the pair descended on the table to shuffle through the horde of snacks and drinks from around the world to decide what to eat first, everyone reluctantly going to start with the snacks with spicy packaging.

“I’m going to preemptively, pour us some drinks,” Hyeon quietly offered, unstacking nine little plastic cups for all of them and pouring them each a drink of something from Mexico called Manzana Lift.

You ended up with a Mexican candy called Pulparindo and reluctantly bit a teeny, tiny piece off of a corner of the candy. At first it was just tangy but then the other flavors hit and it was sweet, sour, and spicy all at once. “Oh, Jum, here have these, I think you’ll like these candies,” You quickly pushed them over to the maknae. Who was already elbow deep in a purple bag of Takis’ Fuego Xtra Hot. He happily took them off your hand.

“Ahhhh…” Jinu’s mouth was open, breathing heavily as he tried to cool his mouth down from eating some wasabi snack from Japan. He drank his share of the soda all in one, grimacing, “Oh, that’s a weird taste… wasabi and sweet apple…”

Mira was happily crunching away on a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos with the elegance of an unbothered queen. “I think I tried these on tour once, I haven’t had them in a while.”

Zoey had avoided the spicy snacks and candies altogether, instead going for one of the sweeter snacks first, some fudge stripe cookies that she was happily eating. “I don’t know what they put in these but I’m already addicted to them.”

“Zoey, share them and try some of the other stuff,” Rumi chided her, her face pink from the handful of Karamucho chips she ate before moving on to something else. She drank her taste of Manzana Lift with a pleased hum as she grabbed her next choice, “That is actually really good, it's like an apple juice but fizzy.”

Hyeon had an Air Heads X-treks hanging from his mouth as he slid some candy you were looking at over to you. You smiled thankfully at him while Jinu poured you some soda you were eyeing. “Thanks guys,” You smiled at both of them.

“Oh. Oh, this is weird…” Kwan grimaced, a package of something called Sponch in his hand.

“Lemme see,” Chungae beckoned and Kwan handed over his unfinished sweet. Chungae took a bite from the side he didn’t bite, immediately making a strange face. “Oh, okay, yeah, I see what you mean. The texture is strange. But the taste is good.”

The Sponch ended up getting passed around the table, everyone making varying faces at it. Only Zoey was the one that liked them enough to finish them. Chungae brushed his hands of the sweet, “Okay, Sponch. Was not really our thing—“

“Don’t—“ You noticed too late as Jum slowly pushed the Sponch package off the table with pursed lips. “That’s so rude!” You chided him as Jinu and Kwan broke down in laughter, guffawing and looking over at where the Sponch had landed on the ground before dissolving into laughter again.

“We’re so sorry, Sponch!” Rumi said to the camera while everyone chuckled and giggled.

Jum passed you a sour snack you were looking at from across the table, adding to your line of snacks to try. You smiled at him and passed him another spicy looking treat within your reach.

You guys kept going back and forth, passing snacks around and trying different sodas and juices from around the world. The guys kept adding more and more to your pile, smacking each other’s and the girls’ hands when they wandered too close to your pile without permission.

You clapped your hands as all that remained on the table were empty and half empty packages and drink bottles. “Okay, guys. What was your favorite snack and drink of today?” You went first with your favorite snack and drink of the day.

Jinu hemmed and hawed for a moment, “I think I liked the matcha KitKats and the Arizona tea.”

It was no surprise when Jum and Mira’s favorites were on the ‘burn-your-tongue-from-your-mouth’ spectrum. Jum seemed to like a little sweet with his spice though because he chose the spicy candy you first gave him while Mira chose some chips.

Rumi chose some bizarre chip flavor from America. “This is why we don’t let you order the pizza,” Kwan smirked good naturedly at her as you all chuckled as Rumi tried to defend herself.

Somehow, Hyeon ended up liking the sours more than anything else, specifically the Air Heads X-tremes. “It’s like when I eat them, they’re trying to eat me back,” He answered when asked why he liked them. You all blinked at the answer but let the man be.

Kwan ended up liking the Honey Barbeque Twists and blue Powerade like the total dude-bro he secretly was.

And Zoey shamefully admitted that the Sponches were her favorite with some of the chocolates coming as close seconds. You all started arguing with her between chuckles and laughter. “Okay, but listen! I love coconut and I love marshmallows and it gives a nice little fruity flavor with the strawberry!” She tried to defend herself.

“You’re not allowed to order pizza either.”

“Okay, that’s it for today’s episode, I hope you all enjoyed us reviewing all these different snacks and drinks from around the world, comment down below what your favorite snacks or drinks are or what else we should try! Thank you for watching this episode of…”

“The Pride Hunt Diaries!”

“Bye guys!”

“Bye!”

“Oh, I’m so full now.”

“Lemme take pictures of the ones I wanna buy…”

“I can still taste the wasabi…”

“I know right!? It lingers!”

“Do you guys wanna go get some noodles?”

“What?”

“How can you have room to eat right now?”

“It was just snacks!”

“A lot of snacks!”

“Bobby, do you have a garbage bag for all of this?”

A/N: Yeah, I live in America so I tried to look up different snacks and drinks from around the world but a lot of them ended up being from Mexico, America and some from Japan. Also, I did take inspiration from that video of the One Piece live action cast trying different foods during the Sponch part.

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that-one-girl2020 · 16 days ago

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Hii! I don’t know if your taking requests but if you are, my birthday is tomorrow and I wanted to know what the Saja Boys would do/how they would react when it was Rumi’s sisters birthday?

Happy Birthday Anon! 🥳🎁🎉

I hope you have a good day with lots of love and treats! Here’s the link to my ‘Happy Birthday’ fic of the Saja Boys and the Huntr/x girls celebrating Rumi’s sister’s birthday for the first time after Gwi Ma’s defeat! Hope you like it!

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that-one-girl2020 · 16 days ago

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Hello Hey!

I would like to request a fanfic of maybe fans guessing on who y/n is dating from the Saja Boys.

Guessing Games

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

Synopsis: It’s been going on for a while, fans have been debating who you were dating ever since that fan sign event between Huntr/x and the Saja Boys. You guys decide to make a game of the reveal.

TW: Fluff, comedy, hugs, messing with the fans.

Word Count: 0.8k

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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

“Hi, thank you so much for coming! Who should I make this out to?” You smiled at the teen girl in front of you, grabbing her poster of choice.

You, your boys, and your three sisters were doing a joint fan signing event to promote the upcoming world tour you were all going to go on—your first joint tour. The hype for it was already through the stratosphere—fans were going feral for it—but it was a good excuse to have more joint events with you, the girls, and the Saja Boys. The boys were especially happy to have more events with you.

“Here you go,” You gave the girl the signed poster, but you had a few more seconds before the line moved along. “That’s a cute shirt, did you make it?”

The girl nodded rapidly, moving the poster out of the way so you could see the full design. It was you and Hyeon sitting atop a crescent moon with your ship name beneath it. “Yeah! I totally support your relationship with Mystery! It’s super adorable!”

Your mind took a moment to catch up but you were on autopilot as you thanked her and she was shuffled over to talk to Kwan. Kwan leaned down to whisper to you out of the corner of his mouth, “Isn’t that the fourth one today?”

You nodded, smiling and greeting the next fan.

Yeah, the fans were kind of at war with each other. So many were arguing about which boy you were dating. There was a unanimous agreement that you were dating someone in the Saja Boys, the fans just couldn’t decide which one.

It kind of became a game within your group. At fan events like this, you would take a tally of how many fans thought you were with which Saja Boy and you all would bet on which of the boys would have the most tallies.

Later that day, after the event and sharing the tally scores, you all were lounging around the boys’ apartment. “Should we do a dating reveal? If we do it right, we could make more chaos before the reveal?” Chungae asked.

Zoey sat up, “Oh, you mean one of those guess who she’s dating videos?!”

Jinu nodded, “It would be nice to make it official official.” It would also tell the world that you were no longer single.

Rumi looked over, “Okay, I’ll let Bobby know so he can be ready with the PR team.” She was already texting the man in your group chat, Bobby quickly sending a thumbs up back to let you all know that he got it.

The next time you all had a live performance together to tease the tour, Rumi, Mira, and Zoey followed you around with their phones as you hunted down the guys. They knew that the video was coming but you all hugged on a regular basis so it wasn’t weird for you to randomly go up to them for hugs.

Jinu wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your head and holding you close for a long moment until he reluctantly pulled away when he was called over to do makeup.

Kwan had been practicing choreo but grinned and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up with his thick arms and laughing as you giggled. You wrapped your legs around his hips for support as he squeezed you until he patted your back to let you know he had to go back to what he was doing and you all moved on.

Hyeon smiled softly, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his face in the crook of your neck, closing his eyes as he breathed in your scent. You giggled when he refused to let you go for a long while, even when he was called to do makeup. His pout was visible as the two of you separated. That clip was later sped up so the video wouldn’t be too long.

Chungae grinned when you held your arms out for him from a distance. He ran up, scooping you up into his arms and swinging you in a circle, grinning at your delighted laugh as he held you and swayed you back and forth in his arms. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before hurrying to makeup.

Jum’s expression didn’t change except for a little uptick of his lips as he reciprocated your hug. He closed his eyes and leaned his cheek against the side of your head as you two stood there for a long moment. Not one for a lot of PDA, he pulled away after that but offered you some of your favorite candy before he had to go meet the others at makeup.

You even went to go hug Bobby for laughs, the man surprised but delighted at your hug. He hugged you back briefly before starting to usher you and the other girls to makeup.

When the video was posted, the internet devolved into chaos as fans voted for which they thought you were dating based on the hugs. Back and forth the debate went, no fan giving up ground.

The internet broke when you posted a video of each of the boys kissing you a week later to announce your relationship with all of them.

Outtakes:

…

*during a mission*

You: “Look, I’m glad everyone’s on the same page.”

You: “But it’s the last page in a book titled “we’re all going to die”.”

Your Idiots: “That’s not even clever.”

…

Mira: *looks over Zoey’s shoulder at her laptop* “What the fuck?”

Zoey: *slams screen shut* “It’s just research! For something I’m writing about! I swear that’s it!”

Mira: “Why the hell would that involve the breeding habits of frogs?”

Zoey: “It’s not just “frogs”, it’s the Surinam Toad. And it’s not “breeding habits”, it’s how they raise their young. This is important information my audience needs to know!”

Mira: “That doesn’t change the fact this is for one line in a fanfiction.”

Zoey: *offended* “You don’t know that!”

Mira: “I hear no denial.”

…

*Before*

Gwi Ma: “But seriously, what is the real plan here that has to do with not fucking around?”

Jinu: “There is no plan that does not involve fucking around. But we will make sure all of our fucking around will be applied in a constructive direction.”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 17 days ago

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Your writing is so good! I keep coming back to part 7 of the original Rumi Sister story line whenever I need an angsty pick me up. Your prose and story telling, just *chef's kiss*

If you are taking requests, I was wondering if you could write a comfort fic of the Saja Boys comforting their beloved from a nightmare? I mean, temporarily dying and being told by your auntie/surrogate mother that you shouldn't be alive can't be a great combo for one's psyche

Nightmares

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

Synopsis: Shortly after Gwi Ma’s defeat you have your first nightmare of dying. Of course the boys are there to comfort you and remind you that you’re alive.

TW: Nightmare, toxic parenting (Thanks Celine), burning, fear, hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 0.8k

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(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

“I said, go away, (Y/n)!”

“Traitor.”

“Go away!”

“Aunt Celine was right…”

“I should’ve thrown you out when we found you couldn’t connect to the Honmoon…”

You could feel your skin burning away, the heat of Gwi Ma’s power eating through you. Your skin was flaking away, turning to ash in the air. It was all at once and yet too slow at the same time. You were burning. Rumi was standing in front of you, Mira and Zoey at her sides, watching blankly as you were slowly consumed by the demonic fire.

“Go away.”

“Traitor.”

“If I see you again, I’ll kill you.”

“(Y/n)…)

“Should’ve thrown you out…”

“Go away!”

And still you were burning, burning, burning.

It hurt. Why wasn’t Rumi doing anything? Where were the boys? You wanted your boys with you. Did they leave you too? Why did it hurt so much still? Why were you still burning?

“(Y/n)…!”

You didn’t remember it taking this long as the fire ate through you. You found no comfort in your sister’s cold gaze. All you could hear was the fire crackling as it turned you to ash, Gwi Ma’s bellowing laugh, and your own tainted, twisted memories in your ears.

And still you kept burning.

“(Y/n)!”

You shot awake—breathless, throat scratchy, and your skin sticky with a cold sweat. You were shaking and it took you a moment to realize that you weren’t alone. Behind you, Derpy murred with concern, nudging your arm. And around you were Kwan, Jinu, Hyeon, Chungae, and Jum—all looking at you with worry.

”It’s alright, it was just a nightmare,” Chungae crooned softly, holding your hand gently in his own, stroking your wrist with his thumb and frowning at the feeling of your thrumming pulse under his touch.

Hyeon shuffled closer, “Do you want to talk about it?” He couldn’t get the sound of your cries out of his head. He had been deep asleep—they all were, when they were woken by you mumbling and tossing and turning in your sleep. Then you had started crying out, hoarse screams that made every cell of his body stand on edge. The few moments it took to wake you were agony.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, leaning into them for comfort. You took a deep, shuddering breath before you spoke, “It was Gwi Ma. I was burning again and all I could hear was Rumi telling me to go away, Celine, and Mira calling me a traitor…”

The boys didn’t know what to say at first. It’s not like they could say that they understood—they had never experienced what you had. But they could be there for you.

Jinu took your free hand, pressing it to his chest so you could feel the steady beat of his heart and the easy rhythm of his breathing. “It’ll be okay, pretty girl. We’re all alive now, it’s in the past. Rumi and Mira love you very much and they will get the moon and the stars for you if you ask, just to make up for what they said that day.”

You knew this, of course you did. But it was still nice to hear after the terrible nightmare you had.

Jum reached over to rest a hand on your hip, “What do you need from us, beautiful? Say anything and we’ll do it.” Jum wasn’t familiar with nightmares until after the defeat of the demon tyrant. Sometimes he woke up from memories of watching you burn away and not being able to do anything. He knew that the others had similar nightmares at times and you would always soothe them by holding them and speaking or humming softly to them until they fell back asleep. He couldn’t help but love you more each time you soothed the aches and hurts of their souls.

You took a deep breath, pulling them closer to you, “Just… hold me, take my mind off of it…” Already, you were beginning to calm, your shaking dissipating, your heart and your lungs steadying, your mind quieting under their soft touches and gentle voices.

“We can do that,” Kwan answered and the boys cuddled close to you on every side so that you could feel them there with you, a silent reminder that you all were alive and together. “Did we tell you about the puppy interview we did the other day? They brought in a bunch of little husky puppies and they were the cutest thing. I think we spent more time playing with the puppies than we did answering questions—they had to force us out afterwards. There was this one that really liked…”

Your lips stretched into a soft smile as your eyes closed. You listened to the boys talk about whatever came to mind—day to day moments, old topics they always ended up bickering about, little observations. It soothed the jagged edges that had bristled inside you after your nightmare.

And you slowly forgot what had made you so scared.

Outtakes:

Zoey: “What is the most illegal thing you can do with one gold?”

You: *running on 2 hours of sleep* “Exchange it for a hundred copper, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.”

Everyone: “…”

Rumi: “…Are you okay…?”

You: “I don’t know but I’m currently tasting sound.”

…

*talking on the phone*

Chungae: “Remember how I said that You and I were gonna have a calm night out for once?”

You: *setting up Howl’s Moving Castle and snacks* “Yeah…”

Chungae: “Well, I’m with Kwan and Mira and we’re in jail.

You: *hangs up*

…

Kwan, Mira, Chungae: “Why do you guys act like we’re three year olds?”

You, Rumi, Jinu: *exasperated* “WHY?!?”

Rumi: *points at Mira* “YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!”

Jinu: *points at Chungae* “YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!”

You: *points at Kwan* “AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!”

You, Rumi, Jinu: “AND YOU ASK US WHY????”

…

Jum: “I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.”

…

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