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Inside an Otoge: Mister Dragon, Let Me Love You Chapter 6
Pairing: Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC!Reader
a/n: I know, I know–it's been 800 years and the jellyfish are walking naked–but before you throw rocks at me, I have a very good reason for not updating in so long; two words: Invincible hole. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
edit: I'm also sorry if I haven't replied to your comments/replies in the previous chapters, it's hard navigating Tumblr replies 🤧
CHAPTER 5 | Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>
You don’t think you were an envious person. You aren’t completely immune to feelings of inadequacy, but you didn’t spend a lot of time comparing yourself to others. Except for special cases.
“You’re being awfully quiet,” Sylus says.
He brought you to a tavern, in a different city this time, brighter and looking more like a Disney theme park than medieval Gotham. Despite his mild grumpiness when the sun is out, Sylus is quite fond of walking around outside, provided that it was the afternoon or near the evening. Before you arrived, he’d been alone, stuck in that sad cave in the Abyss for over a thousand years. Neither of you understood how you managed to free him, but all that matters to Sylus now is that he can stretch his wings whenever he wants–and that he can drag you along. For this trip, you wore a period-appropriate outfit he bought for you, but he didn’t bother putting on anything, saying that his illusion magic would be enough.
When you don’t reply, he calls out your name again.
“What?” You turn away from the slice of cake in front of you.
He raises an eyebrow. “It has been fifteen minutes since you last spoke, and you’re not eating like it’s your last meal today.”
He’s teasing you but you only grin as you pick up your fork. “I was thinking.”
“I gathered as much.”
“Sylus.”
He hums, pouring himself another cup of tea.
“Tell me, what do you think of a person who gets jealous of someone who is not real?”
“What nonsense are you spouting now?”
“You see, even from a young age I liked to read books, some were fairytales and love stories, others were meant to scare me or take me into a journey beyond the stars. At some point, I developed… affection for certain characters.”
“Affection? Are you speaking of romantic love?”
You smile. “Something like that–rather than outright love love, I think it’d be fairer to call it infatuation. It’s silly. I became obsessed with these figures of imagination to the point that I would get angry when they fell in love with other characters.”
You expect him to say something mocking, but instead, he drops a sugar cube into his cup and says, “I don’t think it’s silly.”
“That’s surprising. Most people would call me crazy, after all, what’s more insane than loving something that doesn’t exist?”
“I’m not most people. Desire is simple, humans make it more complicated than it needs to be. It’s far more foolish to lie to ourselves about what we feel.” He shrugs.
“You’re right, it is simple,” you laugh wryly and poke the strawberry on top of your cake.
He watches you. He then sets down his cup and looks at the street. “Fictional people aside, have you experienced true love?”
“No.”
“Huh.”
“Shocked?”
“Yes.” He meets your gaze. “You struck me as a hopeless romantic.”
You laugh for real this time. “It’s precisely because I am a hopeless romantic that I have never experienced that kind of love.”
“I don’t follow.”
“I told you, I like to read. Love that transcends time and space is a common theme for a lot of books.” You stab the cake. You spent most of your life admiring the stars so now, no earthly gem can ever compare. “One would have a higher chance of meeting a mythological creature than finding true love.”
He chuckles.
“What’s so funny?”
“Well, from what you’ve told me about your reality, don’t I qualify as a mythological creature?”
The cake crumbles and you push the pieces apart. “That’s true.”
Ruby eyes fall over to your sulking form.
Sylus clears his throat and looks at the stores. “It’s truly fascinating how much this place has changed since I last remembered.”
Your ears perk up. Since you’ve met him, Sylus has barely shared anything about his childhood or his life a thousand years ago.
“What was it like?” You ask.
A little girl passes by the street with what looks to be her grandfather; her twintails bob with each step she takes. Her head turns and she sees Sylus. Without missing a beat, she offers a toothy grin and waves her arm in greeting.
Sylus weakly raises his hand, the faintest smile evident on his lips.
Satisfied, the girl continues dragging her grandfather around the town.
“It was a little village, barely big enough to house more than maybe 300 people. There used to be a town square where this very tavern stands.” There’s a far off look in his eyes, mind somewhere you cannot see.
Heart aching, you say playfully: “I bet you were a cute kid.”
He snorts. “I was small.”
“I have a hard time picturing that.” The Sylus you came to know is a big guy, not just physically, his presence has a way of enveloping you. When he’s in a room with you, you can’t help but look at him.
“I was a tiny thing,” he continues, “it was ridiculous, really, even the human children were taller than me. My horns and tail and wings used to be much bigger than my body. They feared me, but because I was smaller they still had the guts to throw rocks.”
You hum, watching him reminisce.
After a while, he exhales and looks at you. “Anyway, is there anything you’d like to do today?”
“I’m going for a job search.”
“...what?”
“You’re already letting me live with you for free, not to mention paying for my meals, I figured it’s about time I earn my own money.” You sip on your tea.
“You don’t have to do that.”
You hated your job back on Earth, and you fantasized about living a carefree life without having to worry about rent or food. But you soon discovered that life as a homebody is no fun and games either. As much as you enjoy annoying–ahem, admiring and praising Sylus, staying alone with him for too long is making you feel things. Things that have no place in your heart.
“You can’t–you don’t have to work,” he insists. “I have more gold than I know what to do with, you can use them all you want.”
“As tempting as the offer is–” who doesn’t want to be a handsome dragon’s sugar baby? “–I’ll have to decline for, let’s say, ethical purposes.”
“But–”
“Sylus,” you cut him off, the soft clinking of your teacup on its saucer sounds sharp, like a warning bell. “I’m doing this.”
He is about to protest, but then he catches sight of the bruising on your wrist, so he purses his lips and folds back on his chair. “I’m sorry.”
The Sylus in-game is the epitome of a perfect man: confident, secure, respectful and devoted. But the Sylus sitting in front of you is basically Rapunzel. Over a thousand years spent alone in his tower with no human contact may not have broken his mind, but the gaps in his emotional development are evident. He’s growing too attached. You knew of the consequences of staying with him and you selfishly let it happen. You don’t know how destiny works, but you know that somewhere in the future, there is a world where Sylus can be happy, truly happy with the woman he loves. And you love him too much to rip that away from him, so you will do the right thing and leave before either of you can make a mistake.
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Sylus doesn’t understand.
Humans work to make money, so they can buy things. From what you told him, you always worried about money, that’s why, even though you loathed your job, you did not stop until you died.
But his cave is full of treasures already. He has enough money to last him for eternity, enough to last the both of you for as long as you live.
He hates that he does not understand. He hates that small trinket shop that hired you, and he hates that human boy–no, the young man who looks at you like… like you just told him really good news and now he can’t stop smiling.
It’s infuriating.
He would never admit this to you, but sometimes–not all the time–he wishes you were a bird. You would be a very adorable bird, he thinks. A loud and cute thing. If you were a bird, he would build you the biggest, most intricate, most beautiful golden cage. Only the best bird seeds and fruits would be given to you. You would never want for anything.
If you were a bird, you could stay with him.
If you were a bird, you wouldn't have to leave ever again.
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“Everything’s been running more smoothly since you came along,” says Orson as he carries the newest delivery of antiques inside the store. He’s the grandson of the owner and an incredibly polite eighteen-year-old.
“Well, I’m glad you find me satisfactory.” This place isn’t so bad. Compared to your old nine to five, this is easy money. The people are also nice enough. No one calls you an idiot every second and the only other employee, Orson, knows how to pull his weight.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit. We used to lose a lot of the smaller stuff, but your–what do you call it, inventory? Your inventory makes it easier to keep track of everything.”
You laugh and help him unload the crates. You fish out the usual knicknacks that are sent to this store: silverware, secondhand books, old toys, a kettle–no.
You rub your whole face.
Orson peers over from his crate and teases, “Dust in your eye again?”
You ignore him and look back at the contents of the box. This can’t be.
He calls your name as you reach inside and carefully pull out a lamp, its gold sheen nowhere to be found under layers of dust and dirt. Wrapped around it is a small, black and red dragon.
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a/n: How’re you guys liking the verb tense change? I know I originally wrote everything in the past tense but since this is set in an otoge I went with the usual present tense used in such games. Or does it feel too awkward?
ALSO PLEASE NO SPOILERS ABOUT THE NEWEST ADDITION TO THE MAIN STORY. I have been busy with finals so I still haven't played them.
CHAPTER 7: Coming soon.
Disclaimer: The image of Sylus used in this post does not belong to writerclaire, it is an official image from the game itself.
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They told me that demons are merciless. That to look upon the Demon King is to invite death itself. And yet… the first time I saw him, my heart forgot every warning, every oath, every prayer I had sworn. I am nothing more than a Mizunoto... weak, disposable, a blade meant to cut down the very darkness he embodies. But when his eyes met mine, I felt a pull stronger than reason, sharper than steel. It should have been hatred. It should have been fear. Instead, it was longing… a longing that hollowed me out and left me trembling.
He is everything I should despise: cruel, cold, a shadow draped in beauty. They whisper of the women he takes and discards, of the pleasure he drinks from them before casting them aside like broken glass. And yet still, my heart betrays me. Still, I dream of being the one he does not discard, the one he cannot forget. But I know better. I know I am nothing to him just another fragile human, one misstep away from ruin. To him, I will never matter. To him, my love is nothing but dust in the wind.
Perhaps it is my punishment to carry this ache, this cursed devotion, for a monster I can never have. I was born to slay him, and yet, I am the one who has been slain. Not by his claws, nor his teeth, but by the cruel silence of a love that will never be returned.
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My name is "Y/N" i grew up from a poor village, i had a wonderful parent's. despite the sufferings we had. it was still full of joy, even the trials in life, keeps happening. everyday, someone dies. i swore to my mother and father and my siblings that i will always protect them.
" Mom, i promise you that one day. i will remove all.. each of this demons that exist on this world, i promise to protect you despite us being poor, despite us not being able to pay for our own food. one day i will help mom and dad, i wont fail you.. i will protect my own siblings! "
My dad chuckled, " Darling, you are strong. you are brave. i always know that your promises will always be fullfill. I dont think you will ever disappoint me or your mother. Your love for us will always be in our heart..."
i stared at my Mom and she held my father hand, "your dad is right darling. No matter what, i know you will never disappoint, Me or Your father. especially your new upcoming sibling.. he is growing alot in my belly, One day our family will be big.." i stared at my mom and hugged both of them..
We continued our dinner..
.
.
.
But Happiness doesn't always last..
I walked with a bread on my hand, walking a bit faster so that i can suprise my parents " They are going to love this ! i can finally do something for them " I happily smiled and walked a bit more faster knowing im about to arrive home.
I noticed my home, has been quiet. i wondered what was happening? maybe they were asleep. " Mom and dad is probably asleep" i sighed.
i continued walking until i saw a trail of blood.
" has my mother given birth?.. " i runned faster, and there. i saw my Father's, head is gone. My whole body and the food i was carrying fell right into the snow. As i was about to run to my father, i noticed a smell and i looked into the room where my mother would normally cook for me and dad..
and there she was lying on the ground bleeding, her stomach opened.
"MOM! " first thing in my brain that came was to run to her, my eyes begun to tear up. her belly, my little brother. it hurts the smell, the tears in my mother eye's. wide open, yet dead.
as i was about to hold my mother, i noticed a creature on top of my Roof, I quickly run outside and it started hissing at me.
" My my! what do we have here, another delicious dinner? i am so lucky " his eyes locked up to me.
As it was about to launch at me,
i opened my eyes preparing for my death.
but out of nowhere i heard a sword, a clicked it was fast.
I quickly moved away.
It was him..
The wind hashira.
I gasped, not forgetting my parents inside the little house we had. What once was a happy home. Turned into a darkness full of nothing, but the sight of your Dad head is gone, barely recognizable. And my mother eyes wide open.
I run back Inside the house, Leaving the Guy alone fighting the demon.
I hugged my dad fallen body in the ground, i quickly found some blanket we had to cover his body. I prayed, i prayed for my father that he would live in a better life with my mother, in another world.
“ oh father, i-i couldnt keep my promise, i thought i had it in me. I promise you.. and mother that i wpuld protect you and her, and my baby brother. I failed im nothing but a failure.. im sorry..” i cried, i couldnt. How can someone be so cruel, to remove my father’s head. And leave him in the ground.
I moved back and went to my mother dead body. Her eyes still wide open, my legs failed on me and i dropped into my knees and cried.
My mother, her eyes all wide open. Her hands trying to cover her stomach. I assumed she was trying to protect my brother in her stomach, this was cruel. My mother, did not deserve this pain. This hurt. This Anger.
“Mom.. it was my fault, i thought i could finally do something, not just by words. But also by actions. But no, i came home to see you, suffer in the most worst way to die. Oh mother, this pain you suffered is something you shouldnt have suffered, you and dad. You died because it was all my fault. My baby brother which i will never meet… i-i thought if i suprise you,. With food you will be happy..” i covered her with blanket and carried her body next to my father.
“Forgive me..-“ I glanced at our small table and noticed it was my Mom’s diary. I quickly grabbed it and opened the page.
“Y/n darling, if you find this. Its because we were found by the demon. Your father, tried fighting demon but he failed, listen to me. What ever happens, let death not stop you my darling Angel. If death does stop me, and your father. Forget not our words and your own Words. Let our death reminds you to be strong and protect those who is weak.. darling please do not blame yourself. I know you are stubborn, we looked for you and we didnt find you. But if you do come back, and find us dead. Please do not Cry. Stay strong my precious lily.
-with love and forgiveness, your mother. “
Eyes. Started tearing up. I couldnt breathe. It hurts, my mother she wrote this before she died. Before i could say something, the guy interrupted me.
“Oi, Kid.. listen. Im sorry for your loss. I will help you burry your love once. Do not attemp to say thank you. I dont take kindness.” Says the man.
“Oh.. thank y- “ completely forgetting what he said i changed the subject, trying my best to not cry while i stood in the middle of the room between my parents dead body.
“Sanemi Shinazugawa. “ his name he says.
“Listen, kid. We cant stay long. Demon’s will start coming out again and again once they smell you. Or me. I wont promise protection. Just stay close.” He was harsh with his words especially to someone who just lost their parents..
…
5 minutes later
After we burried my parents, i kneeled and prayed a prayer. Hoping it will reach them. Somewhere.. peaceful. But all i can do is cry.
“We have to go.”
I stood up and nodded at Sanemi. “Okay..” eyes still red from crying. I walked with him, as we were leaving. I looked back, and looked down. Thoughts run to my head.
If only, i was strong enough.
- after 2 hours of walking, you arrived in the so called demon corps. You noticed the girl with pink hair. And the others, the other guy was giant.
And, they all noticed your arrival. You were wondering why were they kneeling, and why was Sanemi was kneeling too..
“Master.” They all said.
I noticed the pink hair girl, she was really adorable.
“Welcome, Y/n”
—- End of Flashbacks —-
You sat down at your bed “oh gosh, i have a mission today. I cant believe I passed the final selection..” i turned stood up and was about to grab my coat when i notice a letter dropped down in my pocket.
Thats when i realized as i read it. It was my parent’s. I begun to sob, “it hurts” I whispered to yourself..
“ I will find the king of Demons.. i promise mom and dad and my little brother, i will avenge you..”
CAW CAW
I opened my Door, and saw my crow. I named him “Kito” my mother, wanted to name my little brother “kito” once he came out. But life had different plans..
“ mission! A demon appeared near the City, protect the citizens!” I rushed and grabbed my sword.
My rank was the lowest. Mizunoto. I was weak compared to the others. My breathing, wasnt that extraordinary. It was just, wind breathing that my Master, Sanemi. Taught me. I admit he wasnt really kind. He was harsh, his heart is hard more than a rock. But who am i to judge someone, who’s past i never truly knew.
“I got it Kito. Thank you.”
I runned to the City, it was full of lights. The night sky it looked like it was watching you. It was beautiful, i walked infront of people, i noticed a smell i didnt recognize. Now my sense of smelling wasnt that great but i know a demon when i feel one.
I quickly held my katana holder. Just ready to Slashed any demons.
All i knew was i was in the hallway. A dark creepy hallway..
I followed the man with A white hat. “Who is this man..?” I didnt speak, i kept it all in my head til i heard him speak.
“Still following me? “ i felt a horror through my body. The blood in my veins pumping up. He turned around and give me the smallest smirk in his mouth.
“ You should leave before you end up in the hands of mine. “ As soon as i heard this, i was going to turn around. But to my suprise my body has failed me and all i can do is look up to him.
I couldnt move, but all i can do was listen to his voice. Somehow, it was attracting me. It wants me to listen.
“ Remember my name “ Kibutsuji Muzan “ , i have a feeling we will meet again “ his eyes red.. crimson red.
I looked up to him, close to his face, as i was about to Grab my sword.
summary - your manager insists on hosting a fan signing event, but not to worry because the saja boys will always be there for you
warning - fem reader, sexual tension, swearing, violence, bullying
w/c - 5,7K
a/n - ig posting late is part of my routine now lol, pls correct me if there are any mistakes, comments, reblogs and likes are much appreciated, hope you enjoy!
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For the next couple of days you found yourself within the care of the Saja Boys. They refused to let you leave and insisted on taking care of you to the best of their abilities.
It wasn't until it was undeniable that you were all better that you were finally allowed to leave their home and go back to work. Ever since you called in sick, you had received non-stop phone calls coming from Hojin telling you to come back or else.
When Jinu caught wind of this, he told you he'd take care of things and that you shouldn't worry. The next day the phone calls mysteriously stopped but despite finally finding your peace without a ringing in your ear, you couldn't help but worry.
What did Jinu do?
Something about, not just Jinu, but all of the boys was a mystery to you. It felt like too many good things happened once they showed up in your life.
Tomorrow was a fan sign event for your group so you needed to leave at some point, much to the boys' dismay. The idea was suggested by Hojin, saying that it would get the fans more excited for our moment on the Idol Awards, but you couldn't help but silently pray something would come up, leaving the event to be cancelled.
Harmoness had a fan signing event during the peak of your career, but even then, you weren't popular. You found yourself often ignored by fans who only wanted attention from the more popular members. The humiliation you felt that day after realizing your table was empty had left a mark on you that left what little confidence you had to waver.
You doubted there were going to be a lot of people there, but you were still nervous. Face-to-face interaction was pressuring. But during your short time at the mansion the boys reassured you that there was nothing to worry about, and even let you practice what you’d say with them.
Although it was mostly Jinu helping, considering the others weren't all that helpful. Abby wouldn't stop praising himself, Mystery would get too touchy, Romance wouldn't stop flirting with you, and Baby barely said anything. Still, you were grateful for their help. Most fans may not act like this, but it was good to still be prepared.
Whilst helping you, you couldn't help but notice the strange look in Jinu's eyes. Actually, all the boys had that same sad look in their eyes when they looked at you. They would always act clueless when you questioned them, further contributing to your suspicions that something was wrong.
Abby was currently driving you and the boys back to your apartment, with you sitting in the front seat next to him. You could hear mumbles of confusion and concern coming from the backseat once you reached the apartment building. When you opened the car door Baby grabbed your arm to stop you from leaving, “Doll, why are we here?” Baby asked, worry laced through his words. You almost laughed at his expression and carefully explained to him that you lived there.
The boys looked back at the apartment, becoming more horrified with each new thing they saw: crumbling walls, mouldy sides, broken windows. There's no way you lived there.
As you made your way up the apartment staircase you could hear the sounds of dogs barking and neighbours arguing, something you had become used to over the time you had lived there. Romance grabbed your arm in fear at the sound of another dog barking and he silently prayed this was just a sick joke.
“(Y/N), your taste in comfort is strange. Why would you choose to live here?” he asks, flinching at the sound of something falling. After Gwi-ma allowed him access to the human world he primarily stayed within the richer areas of Korea, never needing or wanting to venture out any further. The unfamiliar sight of your apartment made him uncomfortable, especially with the idea of you having to live here. He had assumed all idols lived the same luxurious lives he did, so you being here had to have been a choice.
You let out an embarrassed laugh as you struggled to open the door, “The apartments around my company building were too expensive. This was the only thing I could afford”.
Looking at them you could see the pitiful gaze in their eyes, and you quickly reassured them, “Oh, but don't worry, it's not so bad in here. Maybe during the winter, but it's usually pretty good!”
You shove open the stiff apartment door with a struggle and lead the boys to the living room sofa for them to sit down. Once they were all together you started to worry at the realization that there wasn't enough space for all of them to sit.
You could see Romance struggle to squeeze himself next to Abby and Mystery being forced to sit on the floor. Baby chose to stay stood next to Jinu.
Seeing their irritated expressions you quickly offered to make them some tea and rushed to the kitchen in hopes of easing the situation. Perhaps some hot tea will help lighten the mood, you thought. As you rummaged through the cabinets panic started to settle in once you noticed the shortage of mugs needed. Since you didn't often get guests you only owned three mugs, which weren't enough for five Saja Boys
Would they notice you quickly leaving to get a few more mugs?
At the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen you turn around to see Baby looking at you with an unbothered expression before leaning against the counter and going back on his phone.
“What's up with you?” He asks casually as he scrolls through his phone.
You looked down, embarrassed and confessed, “I don't have enough mugs for all of you”. Even though you didn't have much to offer, you still wanted to show them the same hospitality they showed you, to thank them for all they've done for you.
But it seems like you'd already messed that up.
Baby gave a light chuckle, surprising you.
“You're so fucking stupid”.
You looked at him, shocked and embarrassed. You knew you'd messed up, inviting them inside, knowing the state of your apartment. It didn't take a genius to figure out how uncomfortable they all were, but it hurt the way Baby mocked you just for trying.
To him, you were a failure.
He looked up from his phone once he noticed your silence and moved towards you.
“I didn't mean it like that”, he says, putting his hand under your chin and lifting your head to look up at him.
Now that you could see his eyes, you could see how much emotion they held. Since Baby was usually looking down, you rarely got to see his eyes or the way they'd look at you.
“I’m not good with words…I just think you're stupid thinking we give a damn about some stupid mugs”.
Hearing him talk so much at once came as a shock to you. You knew how uncomfortable he was with speaking face to face, so it was surprising how much he said whilst being so close to you.
“We only want you”, he whispers, leaning in closer. “I want you”, he says before connecting your lips, his tongue pushing against the barriers of your lips in an attempt to open them up.
Having been so relaxed by his words you unconsciously allow his tongue in, allowing it to explore your mouth freely. You started to become confident enough that you brought your hands up to cuff Baby's cheeks, wanting to feel his lips even closer to yours. Baby was slightly surprised at your newfound confidence, but to him, it only made you more attractive.
When he was with you, when they were with you, everything just went away. Every bad thought. Every bad memory. Every doubt. It all just went away.
Once Baby felt like you'd had enough he pulled away from you, looking at you with so much pride.
“Next time we'll do that in front of a camera”, he flirts before walking away.
It took you a while to compose yourself, still slightly shaken by the intensity of the kiss before moving your attention back onto the mugs.
The tea wasn't important anyway.
As you were putting the mugs away you could hear the sounds of bickering coming from the living room.
“We can't let her stay here, she'll die from freezing”.
“It doesn't matter anymore, we need to focus on the plan”.
“Are you still going on with that stupid fucking plan?”
“Wait, I thought you were just lying to Gwi-ma, don't tell me you were being serious?”
“We don't have a choice”.
Although you tried not to eavesdrop, it was difficult with them speaking so loudly. You figured the first part was about you, but what was this “plan” they were on about? you questioned, and why were the others so against it?
After some thinking you chose to brush it off. They've done so much for you, the least they deserved was your trust. You knew they'd never do anything to hurt you.
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Even with the dressing room being coated with the pungent smell of hairspray and makeup, all you could think about was the group of people waiting outside of it.
Today was the day of the fan signing event, and soon you'd be meeting the fans waiting outside, but despite all the training you went through with the Saja Boys, you still couldn't shake away the nervousness.
Looking around you could see Soo-ah, arguing with one of the assistants about her outfit being too “revealing”. Looking down at your clothes, you noticed how yours were different from your other members', yours showing slightly more skin compared to theirs. Although you didn't mind it, you were slightly confused why they were being so picky with their outfits, they never had a problem with it before.
“Please stop, I can get fired if I don't do your makeup”.
You turned to see Eun-jin’s makeup artist trying to stop her from using the makeup brush in her hand, but she pushed her away and continued putting the blush across her cheeks. She went on to complain that she didn't trust the artist with her makeup, so she would continue doing it herself. Seeing the makeup artist look so panicked you couldn't help but feel bad.
When you searched around the room to look for Jina, you could see her chugging down another can of an energy drink whilst scrolling through her phone. Upon further inspection, you noticed the other girls with piles of empty cans besides them. Perhaps the stress of the Idol Awards and the fan signing led to them lacking sleep, resulting in their new energy drink addiction. Although you knew it was wrong, you couldn't help but feel comforted by this, glad to know that despite the facade they put up, they were still humans with human emotions.
At the sounds of loud banging across the door everyone stopped what they were doing and turned towards the source of the noise.
“Girls, get here, NOW!”
The voice was undoubtedly Hojin's, annoyed that the event was being delayed for so long. You let out an anxious sigh before getting up and walking out with the other members.
Once you were in your seat, you were surprised at how big the room was, despite how unpopular your group had become. “We have a lot of people booked today, so be ready Jina”, Hojin says, ignoring you and the other girls.
Jina scoffed before closing her hand mirror and taking a final sip of her drink. She was used to being the centre of attention since most fans just came for her.
“The doors are opening soon, get ready”.
Be confident (Y/N), there’s nothing to worry about.
“Hey (Y/N)”, you heard Eun-jin call and you turned to look at her.
She had a wide grin plastered across her face, “Don't be too sad if everyone's forgotten about you. I wouldn’t have expected anything less”, she mocks, letting out a high-pitched laugh. Jina, Soo-ah, and even some of the staff members started laughing and you hunched back in your seat, embarrassed.
All that confidence and training you gained with the boys was all for nothing as you felt your throat close up. You kept your head down even as you heard the sounds of chaotic footsteps approach you, knowing they weren't actually here for you.
Eun-jin was right.
Everyone probably did forget about you.
“WE WANT TO SEE (Y/N)”.
Your head shot up at the sound of your name being called. Was that someone calling out for you? Scanning through the crowd to find the source became a challenge once almost everyone started calling out your name.
“(Y/N), LOOK AT ME PLEASE”.
“I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN (Y/N)”.
“GET OUT OF MY WAY, I WANT TO SEE (Y/N)”.
Was this some sort of prank?
You turned to look at the other members, only to see them equally as shocked. Wasn't this done by them? Why did they look so surprised?
Even Hojin looked taken aback, struggling to push back the desperate crowd. “Al-alright, let's get this started”, he laughs nervously and cautiously guides an aggressive fan over to Jina. She shook off her confusion for a confident look and was prepared to ask if he wanted a signature before being interrupted.
“I don't want you, I want (Y/N)”, he protests, struggling against Hojin’s grip to rush towards you. You could see the baffled look spread across your members’ faces by the fan’s behaviour. During their idol career they'd met a lot of crazy fans so they were accustomed to some of them stalking them, chasing them down, and even assaulting their bodyguards. But to them, the craziest thing about these fans was just how obsessed they were with you.
You.
Out of all the members, why would they be obsessed with someone like you?
Hojin was more pissed than anyone here considering the amount of money he spent investing in Jina, only for you to come in and take her spot as the most popular member. He’d almost forgotten about you, only seeing you as a nuisance that would get in the way of the other members.
When did you get so popular? Hojin wondered.
Did a clip of you go viral somehow?
All of this only started to happen after meeting the Saja Boys. Did they have something to do with this?
Hojin figured he’d take advantage of the situation since happy fans meant more money.
“Bring out a separate table for (Y/N)”, he instructed. “Anyone who wants to talk with just (Y/N), please form a line in front of her!”
You felt yourself being dragged away to a table much further away from the girls and you turned to look at Hojin in confusion. This wasn't how group fan signings were supposed to be.
Most of the crowd had gathered up in a messy line in front of your table. You could see them pushing and shoving each other, some even arguing over who was first in line.
Once you sat down you turned to see that only a group of five people remained where they were. You could tell they were just as confused by the situation as you were, and you could even see them slightly hesitating to get into your line. The girls were red in the face with embarrassment at the clear sign of favouritism between the fans.
Despite how shocked you were, you couldn't help but find the situation heart warming. Although you were still worried this was some sort of prank, you couldn't help but want to embrace it.
After shoving another fan to the side, a long-haired man wearing a shirt with your face on it sat in front of you. In his hands you could see several boxes, some with luxury brand logos etched onto them. His excitement was obvious since he wouldn't stop fidgeting around in his seat, and judging from the eye bags around his eyes you knew he'd been waiting outside all night, poor thing.
“Hello, thank you so much for coming”, you greet hesitantly, unprepared for an interaction as eager as this.
“(Y/N)!” he cries, tears pooling down his large eyes. You flinch at the unexpected cry and quickly move forward to ask what's wrong. “I can't believe I finally get to meet you!”
He continues wailing as you sit there, unsure of how to handle the situation. On one hand you couldn't help but feel bad, knowing you were the cause of his cries, even if it wasn't intentional. If you'd known someone was this desperate to see you, you wouldn't have bothered waiting for the fan signing event.
But on the other hand, you couldn't help but feel overjoyed. The idea that just your presence alone was enough to make someone burst into tears. You were starting to feel like all the hardships you went through as an idol were starting to pay off. You were finally being noticed and loved.
Usually fan interactions only lasted a minute each, but at some point you found yourself talking more than the fan, who you now knew as Jelly. It was a strange name, but you found it cute. For the next couple of minutes you would talk to Jelly about your current interests, concerts and the Idol Awards. During your interaction you couldn't stop smiling, already feeling like you and Jelly were best friends.
Eventually Hojin had had enough and put a stop to your interaction, much to your disappointment. Before Jelly left he placed the boxes on the table, but before you got a chance to look at them the staff quickly collected the gifts, leaving you curious about the contents inside.
You made sure to give Jelly a final handshake, but not before noticing the light blue tint coming from underneath his sleeve. For a moment you were slightly concerned, worried that he was sick, but a final, joyful cry from him soothed your worries. No one this happy could be that sick.
You gave the same treatment to all the other fans that came next. Each being just as eager as the next, making any uncertainty from before wash away completely. Although you couldn't help but feel bad for the staff who had to keep running to your table to collect the gifts the fans had given you. You’d get so much stuff that it was falling off the table.
Throughout the fan signing you could feel the burning gazes coming from your members and despite doing your best to ignore it, you still felt uncomfortable knowing your every move was being ridiculed. Since they were done with their side the only thing left was to wait for you to finish, and they hated every second of it. The girls were filled to the brim with bitter jealousy. How did you suddenly snatch everyone’s attention overnight?
It's just like with the Saja Boys. How did you manage to get their attention?
After everything they'd done to get here.
After everything they've sacrificed.
And you just take it all.
Watching you babble on for hours made them sick with rage.
As you were on the final fan, you heard a loud commotion occur near the entrance. You stood up to take a closer look at the situation, but found it difficult with everyone surrounding the source. The people surrounding it were all cheering and screaming, leaving you more confused than ever.
A fan moved out of the way, leaving a mesh of different, brightly coloured hair to seep through the crowd. Once you recognized the familiar colours you let out a gasp. It couldn't be them.
Why would they be here?
After some more conflict, the staff led the boys through the groups of fans, guiding them towards you.
The Saja Boys.
The girls all stood up in shock.
What were they doing here?
Hojin was just as confused about the situation, “The Saja Boys, but what are you doing here? Harmoness is here for a fan signing, was the room double booked?” he panicked, looking around the room for assistance. He just couldn't catch a break with all these new incidents occurring.
Abby pushed him to the side, leaving the others free to move towards you. Fans in the crowd cheered and snapped photos as they passed, encouraging some of the members to wave and pose.
In their hands you could see them each holding several large bags. When they made it to your table you were about to greet them like you normally would till you remembered you were in front of an audience. You didn't want a scandal to break out for being too friendly with them.
It was a shame since you were really happy they were here.
“What are you guys doing here?” You could see them smirk at each other before dropping the bags down onto the table. Looking down you could see them filled to the brim with all kinds of expensive gifts. When you looked back up to question them, you saw each of them with their hands held out for you to take.
It took you a second to realize what was going on before you let out a shriek, “You’re not here for the fan signing, are you?” They each looked at you with a knowing smirk and felt as each of them took one of your hands and shook it, just like a regular fan would.
Except these weren't regular fans.
These were the Saja Boys.
Some of the fans in the crowd noticed what was going on and started screaming.
“LOOK, THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS”
“AWW THAT'S SO CUTE”
“THIS IS SO GOING ON AO3”
You started to panic at the realization that you’d been caught. Although you didn't mind the positive feedback you were receiving, you knew positivity could easily turn sour. When you turned to the side you could see your members with their eyes wide open in shock. When did you get so close?
They had become suspicious during your time in the infirmary, but they never would've guessed it'd go this far.
Looking at their shocked faces, you couldn't help but laugh. Seeing them like this was only a recent phenomenon as a result of the uncanny appearance of the Saja Boys. Ever since you met them your life has miraculously turned upside down. It was as though they came into your life just to make things better.
You watched as their faces twisted into anger at your amused expression, and although knowing the trouble you would receive after this, you reciprocated with a mocking smirk. It felt good to be on the winning side for once, and with all the suffering you went through because of them, you deserved this.
You turned to face the boys, showcasing them a grateful look, to which they understood. Letting go of their hands you reflected on your time with them and the memories that came with them. To you, they were the happiest moments of your life. You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see Jinu, concerned with your momentary silence. And in that moment you felt more confident than ever, so confident that you didn't seem to care about the onlooking audience, that you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and pulled him close for a hug.
The audience all started screaming in joy at the sight, and you watched at how your members had their mouths hung open. Despite the sounds of cameras flashing, you didn't back down. You wanted to savour this moment for as long as possible. The consequences would be worth it.
You almost laughed at the sound of Jina screaming at Hojin to do something, but knowing him he was too much of a coward to try anything against the Saja Boys.
Hands trailed across your back tenderly as you saw Jinu look at you with a proud smile etched across his face. Seeing you come so far, seeing how far you’ll go, it only made him love you even more.
And for a split second, his smile faltered. When he remembered what he’d promised. What the future holds. He remembered how all of this was temporary.
You were temporary.
You were too absorbed in the moment to notice the conflict going through Jinu's mind and broke free from the embrace to hug each of the other boys, not wanting them to feel left out.
But when you made your way to hug Abby you could see his mind was elsewhere since he didn't reciprocate the hug. Honestly, you were a bit worried. Wondering if he’d finally gotten sick of all the physical contact between the two of you.
You gave him a playful huff and crossed your arms, letting him know just how disappointed you were. After saying your final goodbyes to the boys, you and your members faced the audience and gave them a polite bow. Most responded with cheers, some responded with cries begging you not to leave. You felt your eyes water, you never wanted this moment to end.
Although you didn't know where this attention came from, you were grateful, now knowing there were people there to support your every step.
The walk back to the dressing room was painfully awkward with the girls not saying a word to each other. Still, you were afraid of what awaited you once you were finally alone with them.
Being so distracted in your thoughts you haven't noticed a figure walk up behind you and pull you into an empty storage closet. You were quick to panic, thrashing around in the stranger’s arms to get them to let you go. As you prepared to scream, a hand was pulled over your mouth, silencing you.
“Calm down, love. Don't want to alert the others, do we?”
Upon hearing the familiar voice your struggles came to a halt and you looked up to see Abby looking down at you with a smirk. Once he'd seen you'd finally calmed down he let go of his hand against your mouth and loosened his grip on you. With the tight space of the room you could feel your chest pressed against his, each flicker of movement causing your pulse to race.
“Abby, what are you doing?” You questioned, still slightly panicked from his brash way of getting you alone. You tried to create some distance between the two of you by stepping back, only for him to tighten his hold on you as a warning to stop. If he had the choice he would've been much closer to you, close enough to the point where even your clothes would stand in the way.
“What do you think I'm doing?” He says, putting his finger under your chin and lifting it. “Were you seriously not planning on kissing me?”
Oh, so that’s it.
He was jealous.
You almost laughed at the pout on his face, for such a big guy he looked so adorable. After all that physical contact you were surprised he was still looking for more. His pout was replaced with a smile once he felt your hands tangled through his pink locks, realizing what was coming. You pulled him forward, guiding his lips to yours, closing any distance between the two of you. The warm embrace from his lips felt intimate yet desperate, as though Abby needed your skin against his.
His hands surrounding your waist slowly cascaded further down till eventually they reached your ass. Once you felt a tight grip against your rear you let out a gasp and pulled away from the kiss.
Way to ruin the moment.
Abby felt no regret, evident from his proud smirk. “Maybe another time”, he shrugs, putting some distance between you. When you were about to reply a sudden realization hit you.
By now you had kissed almost all the boys. It took you a while to realize it but you liked them, all of them. But was that wrong? To want to be loved by all of them? You felt selfish for wanting more than what was normal, but you still couldn't help the feeling. They all made you feel loved in their own way, and you wanted to love them the same way.
The others all saw Romance kissing you, and yet they still came to pursue you. So does that mean they didn't care?
You hoped they wouldn't, you didn't want anyone's feelings getting hurt.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Abby asks, noticing the odd silence that covered the room. “Where are the others?” At this moment you didn't want to bring up your relationship with them, you wanted to save that until everyone was around.
“Told them I went toilet. They’re probably wondering why I'm taking so long”. You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled. He can act really childish at times.
After saying your goodbyes to Abby you dragged yourself back to the dressing room where you were met with the girls, standing in the centre of the room. Since they'd been staring at the door, you knew they’d been waiting for you.
Before entering you looked across the hallway to see if anyone was there to save you if things got out of hand, but to your dismay, there wasn't anyone. The girls had never gotten violent with you before, though the possibility still lingered.
Slowly, you entered the dimly lit room, cautious to make sure the door was slightly open in case you needed to make a quick exit. For some reason all the staff were gone, leaving you alone in the room with them. They never said a word to you, only glaring at you from their side of the room.
But your gaze never backed down. Although you were slightly scared, you were tired of being pushed around by them all the time. Today showed you you were worthy of being loved and you weren't going to let some insecure, pampered brats ruin all that.
As you were about to say something you heard the door behind you slam shut and you whipped your head back in surprise.
How did that happen?
You tried to pry open the door, but to your horror, it was jammed shut. Feeling an ominous presence behind you, you slowly turned to see the girls directly in front of you, still glaring at you. How did they get over here without making a sound?
The confidence you felt from earlier slowly started to diminish at the dangerous atmosphere entering the room.
Suddenly you felt a tight grip pressed against your neck as you were roughly shoved against the door. You struggled to claw against Eun-jin’s hands to escape the grasp she had on your neck, only leading her to tighten it. The lack of oxygen led you to gasp and choke for air, and you felt your vision start to blur.
“So how did you do it (Y/N)?” You faintly hear from behind the sounds of your struggling chokes.
“After everything we've done to get here, every sacrifice, and yet you somehow managed to get to a point where even we can't reach”, Jina spat, grabbing your cheeks between her sharp nails. Despite your struggles you glared at her, wanting her to feel just how much hatred you had for her.
A light glow coming from below you caught your attention and you looked down to see Jina’s arm, emitting a purple glow from behind her sleeve. Perhaps you were starting to hallucinate from the lack of oxygen but something was off with not just Jina, but all of them.
“We've had to sacrifice everything just to get here, and all you had to do was sit back and have everything handed to you? Just like that?”
You felt the hand around your neck finally let go and you immediately clung to every trace of oxygen you were given. Gasping and coughing for it before being thrust to the ground when a fist collides with your face. Your cheek burned with a stinging sensation, and you could feel blood run past your lips.
Looking up you could see Soo-ah bent over your body with her fist mid-air. You were taken aback, not expecting her to have been strong enough to land a punch that hard. As they loomed over you, you saw the way their eyes shone through the darkness in a predatory way.
You glared up at them and held your neck in comfort, “You think you're the only ones who's had to make sacrifices?" you muttered out softly, your voice now weak as a result of the injury sustained to it. Slowly, you stood up, trying to create as much distance between you as possible.
“Everyone in life has to make some sacrifices, you aren't special, you can't just hurt people just because you aren't happy with your miserable lives”.
“You don't know what we've had to sacrifice!” Soo-ah cries, but before you could respond she rips off her jacket, revealing bright purple lines spread across her arms and shoulders. You froze in place once you saw it and watched as the other girls took off their jackets, revealing the same strange marks. Their expressions had now shifted into something you'd never seen from them before.
Guilt.
“Tattoos?”
They looked at each other hesitantly before Jina spoke up for them.
“No, they’re a consequence of our greed”.
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a/n - the story is getting serious now 😋
yes i featured jelly, i love him sm
thank you @hoodiepandaninja16 for idea that the girls made a contract with gwi-ma, i loved it smm i had to add it into the story
@marionettafan requested a fan sign event where the boys would show up and that sounded soo cutee, tysmm for the request
hey guys! this is my first time writing for the kpop demon hunter fans! some of you know's me. before. i wrote avengers story example: loki and black panther.. today i wanted to try something new! i have been soooo obsessed over baby Saja.. I wish there was more like a part 2 anyways ! goodluck with this story,i had this for a long time, i been thinking of this but it really kinda took me long to realized that i wanted to write this anyways GO!
" We met between the pages of two different worlds. His was filled with screams, blood, and shadows. Mine with quiet dreams and silent devotion. I thought love could build a bridge between us, but instead, it built a wall I could never climb. In another life, maybe we could’ve been forever. But in this one… we were nothing more than whispers of an unreachable love "
"That's it for now, see you tonight on everyone's favorite bright show. The Saja Boys love you!"
I was amazed by their song Soda Pop. I don’t even know what to say it just felt so nice, the song and everything about it.
But what truly caught my attention was the guy with the turquoise hair. He looked really cute, and when he rapped it felt too good to be true. I’m not saying Huntr/x or Zoey are bad at rapping I think they both rapped really well but he just stood out to me.
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Hours went by, and my thoughts were still on the turquoise-haired rapper. Who could he be?
I turned on the TV and saw:
"Tonight, the Saja Boys will be joining us!"
Should I go? I thought to myself.
“Maybe…”
Weird, I laughed to myself.
“FINEE… I’ll go!” I finally convinced myself to do it. To have the courage to face him.
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I stepped outside, waiting for the filming to start, and there they were the Saja Boys. And him… especially him.
"THAT’S ONE FLAMING HOT JINU!"
Oh… so the guy with the dark hair, his name is Jinu, huh? Alright then.
"And Abby is downn!"
“Seriously… this guy’s name is Abby?! Let me guess, because of his abs…?” I mumbled to myself.
Then I noticed a guy with purple hair, his face covered as he chugged his drink.
"Mystery is history!"
Still, my eyes went straight to the turquoise-haired one. I couldn’t pay attention to the others.
"Looks like Romance is out due to heartburn??"
Fans laughed, which made me giggle too.
“They’re kinda funny,” I thought to myself.
"It’s a dead heat between my handsome co-host and Baby Saja!"
Oh? His name is Baby? Weird. Their names are all unusual… except Jinu.
They continued chugging, the co-host versus Baby.
"Can our host catch up?"
Obviously not, I giggled inside my head. The host was done for. Meanwhile, Baby was still chugging like a kid… except it was hot sauce, not milk.
"SO SPICY! SO SPICY!" the co-host cried.
"HE CAN’T!! BABY SAJA IS THE WINNER!"
I noticed the group cheering for Baby from behind him, and my stomach flipped a little because of how handsome he was.
"Goo goo ga!"
I stared wide-eyed as he said it.
He looked so cute, but his voice was so deep. This was weird… Should I try talking to him? I don’t want to look like a weirdo…
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Time skipped. (Night time.)
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Heavy thoughts filled my head. I tried to come up with a plan to not look like a weirdo. It felt like I knew him like I’d known him forever. But the hardest part was not believing what I felt was real. It felt so right, but at the same time, it felt so wrong. Could this be love? I didn’t want to overthink it.
My head was filled with thoughts that consumed me. What if…
I got up and opened my laptop to look for more information about the Saja Boys and saw that they had an Instagram account!
I clicked on their profile and saw that each member had their own account. Hmm, separated, huh?
I didn’t think much of it… until I caught myself scrolling and taking screenshots of Baby.
“OMG…” I whispered when I found another picture of him.
Does this make me a weirdo? Please give me a sign if he’s the one for m—
PING!
A notification? For wha—
"Tomorrow! The Saja Boys will be doing fan interviews for 10 minutes! Hurry and get your tickets before it’s too late! Don’t miss the fun!"
And at the bottom: "The Saja Boys love you."
Oh.
“Dhaddjajdka!” I squealed to myself, excitement rushing through me. I clicked the notification, and it took me to a page asking for my name and—
“Are we serious?! 100 BUCKS TO MEET THEM?! What do they think I am… rich?!”
Sigh.
I guess I have nothing else to do tomorrow… so, let me just—
PING!
I glared at my email notification.
"You have signed up for the following event tomorrow at 12 AM! Make sure to show up before the line gets long! And remember to get some sleep, because tomorrow will be a crazy day!"
Oh my god. I really did it.
i should get some sleep..
.
hours passed by and my alarm clock finally decided to wake up, brush my teeth and choosed my outfit.
( your fit )
i stared at the mirror and thought to myself
" I looked a bit fat " SIGH
I decided to shrug it off. despite, my insecurities . the things i hide i still find a way to think of positive vibes after all Im going to meet him
you know Him.
before you head out you decided to check your watch
"Phew, its still 9 AM im glad that im finally not that clumsy and being stupid right now. i always get late on my meetings etc..."
i decided to have breakfast and write on my blog.
Here's the thing you have been writing blogs on your Tumblr for some quiet time. you gladly have 1.5k followers and 3 post.
all those post were just some quotes, and your day and somehow you got 1.5k followers.
you decided to click " + " and wrote a inspirational quote and what your going to do for the whole day.
" The only time you fail is when you fall down and stay down . This is a daily reminder to never give up guys! and also today, is a special day. just a few weeks ago my eyes fell for a handsome boy. he looked like the love of my life. jokeees (unless)... anyways, i will see you guys! thank you for reading my post!
Love midnightteacups
ANDDD post, you tell yourself. you decided to sleep for a bit since you had 3 more hours you didnt really think of it that much..
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RINGG
" wha- OH SHOOT.." i realized it was 12:15 WHAT !? I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE?!
i grabbed quickly my keys for the apartment and quickly RUn to the location using google map
My location to Myeongdong Street
god..
i run so fast and i was sweating i looked like a mess.
you sighed, when you arrived you realized they were already alot of people.. you groaned and notice that the saja boys posted in their story a few minutes ago.
in the post it was Abby and Romance and .. Baby?
with the caption " hey there,wishing to see yall soon! "
i checked the background and saw baby licking a lolipop while he was on his phone..
i sighed and continued scrolling to my phone while i lined up waiting for my chance to meet baby..
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after hours of waiting it was finally your turn..
and when you went in you saw the eyes of the saja boys all staring at you.
you waved at the group and they all waved at you back, and your eyes darted right to the very .. own guy you been shy.. FOR a bit of time..
Baby..
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pic by me i tried so bad but this is me rn because im hungry asf
anyways let me know what yall think and i will legit continue this:)
@escapingournorms ( please tell me i tagged the right person...)
tags: gn!reader, reader knows romance and the boys are demons, near-death experience (reader almost got their soul sucked), hurt/comfort i finally relented from my angst craze lol
note: based on this request
🫧 Masterlist
You had made it your personal mission to let Romance know exactly how much you adored him. Every day was an opportunity. A teasing glance, a playful comment, a gift slipped into his bag, or a lingering touch just long enough to try to make him flustered. So far, nothing worked.
“Hey,” you said one afternoon, leaning casually against the doorway of the rehearsal room. “Just so you know, I got a new number. Feel free to call me tonight.”
Romance didn’t even look up from the music sheets in front of him. “I’m not interested.”
“Oh, come on,” you said, smirking. “I can feel it. You’re totally falling for me.”
He arched an eyebrow, lips flat. He looked like he wanted to say something but then simply turned and walked away.
“See you tomorrow, Ro-ro!” A smug smirk remained on your lips. You’ll get him next time.
Later that week, you found him hunched over a notebook filled with messy scribbles of lyrics. As usual, he pretended to not see you, though you could see the flicker in his eyes that told you he’d noticed.
“I brought you something,” you said cheerfully, setting a small bag on his table.
Romance raised a brow, still scribbling. “What is it this time? Another useless trinket?”
“Hey! Don’t be mean.” You pouted.
Maybe your feelings for him have made you really delusional, but you swore his eyes lingered on your lips.
“If it’s another cheesy love letter, I’m throwing it away.”
You gasped dramatically. “As if I’d give you something so cliche. Please. I have standards.”
“Doubtful,” he muttered, though his eyes followed as you pulled out a red velvet box.
You grinned, holding it out. “Relax. I’m not proposing…yet.”
He rolled his eyes before taking it from your hand and flicking the lid open. Inside was a sleek pair of silver earrings. They were minimal yet sharp, the kind that would fit seamlessly with his usual look but still stand out enough to catch the light on stage.
You leaned in with a grin. “I noticed you’ve been wearing the same pair for a while. Thought you could use a backup.”
For a moment, he just stared at them. His thumb brushed the cool metal. “It’s…okay.”
“Okay?” you scoffed, clutching your chest in mock heartbreak. “Do you even know how hard it is to find a gift worthy of you? You don’t know the amount of stress I went under.”
He snapped the box shut. “You waste your money on stupid things.”
“And you waste your pretty face not smiling at me,” you countered smoothly.
That earned you a sharp huff as he turned away, but not before you caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips.
Another night, you caught him alone in the practice room. Your eyes softened with worry. “Hey, you’ve been pushing yourself too hard. You need to rest.”
Romance shrugged. “I’m fine.”
You reached up instinctively, leaning close to brush a stray strand of hair away from his face. “You don’t have to pretend in front of me.”
For a heartbeat, he froze. His eyes searched yours as if trying to find an answer there, a truth he didn’t dare speak aloud. You held your gaze, heart skipping, sensing the flicker of vulnerability beneath his usual stoicism.
Then, just as quickly, he leaned back, putting distance between the two of you. “I said I’m fine,” he said flatly, tone sharper than necessary.
You blinked, quickly masking the sting of hurt in your eyes with a playful grin.
“For a moment there I thought we were gonna have our first kiss.”
“Not today,” he said, voice low and almost clipped.
“Tomorrow then?”
Romance’s jaw ticked, his tone sharp again but quieter this time. “You don’t stop, do you?”
“Why? Falling for me yet?”
“Want me to prove I’m not?”
“Want me to beg?”
He rolled his eyes at you and walked away, shoulders stiff, his usual deadpan masking the storm beneath. You called after him with a teasing wave, but he didn’t respond.
The alley was dim. The slick pavement reflected the weak glow of the street lamps. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken this shortcut, but you couldn’t wait to spend time with Romance. You didn’t notice the way the shadows moved, the low hiss that slithered closer, drawn to your warmth and soul.
You only felt a sudden, dizzying pull in your chest, like the air had been stolen from your lungs. Before you could even gasp, the pressure vanished, replaced by a guttural snarl and the sound of something being forced back into the dark.
When you turned, Romance stood there, chest heaving, eyes glowing faintly in the gloom.
“Oh hey, Ro-ro!” you said brightly, oblivious to the danger. “I was just about to go to yo—”
“Do you have any idea what just happened?” His voice cracked sharp as a blade, cutting through your words. His eyes burned as he stepped closer, fists clenched. “You almost had your soul ripped out, and you’re smiling at me like nothing happened!” His eyes blazed, raw and furious. “Do you get that? You could’ve been gone, just like that.” He snapped his fingers, the sound sharp in the empty alley.
You froze, heart skipping. “I didn’t even—”
“That’s the problem!” he snapped, breath shuddering. “You don’t even know when you’re in danger. But you…You. Just. Keep. Showing up.” He stepped closer, forcing you back against the wall. “You keep chasing after me like it’s some kind of game. Why can’t you just stop? Why can’t you just live your life without me?”
The sting of his words settled deep, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you said softly, “Because I know who you are. And I accept you anyway.”
He faltered, eyes widening for just a fraction before narrowing again, jaw tight. “I’m a demon. Do you understand what that means? Gwi-ma will use anything—anyone—to break me. If he finds out what you are to me…” His voice cracked, raw and sharp. “Demons don’t deserve good things. All we get to do is live with our misery. That's all we—I deserve.”
Your chest ached at the way his voice broke, at the anguish written in the lines of his face. “But that’s not what I see. I see someone who pretends not to care, but still notices when I’m tired. Someone who pushes me away but always shows up when I need him most.” Your voice trembled, but you held his gaze, refusing to let him slip back into the shadows. “I see someone who deserves love, no matter what he tells himself.”
His throat worked as though he were swallowing glass. “I can’t stand the thought of him hurting you. I don’t want to live every day fearing for your life. But I do. Every second I do.”
“Then let me be afraid with you,” you whispered. “Don’t shut me out just to protect me. I want to choose this. I want to choose you.”
For a moment, a heavy silence hung between you. Then Romance’s composure finally cracked. He dragged a hand down his face, let out a shaky breath, and before you could blink he pulled you into his arms. His grip was too tight as his body trembled, like he was terrified you’d vanish if he let go.
Your hands fisted in his shirt as you buried your face against his chest. “You’re such an idiot,” he mumbled against your hair. “But you’re my idiot.”
Your heart flipped, and you tilted your head back to see him, a smile tugging at your lips despite the tears. “So…is tomorrow now?”
Romance huffed a laugh, shaking his head, the tension in his features melting into something softer. Then, with a sharp exhale like he’d finally given in, he cupped the back of your head and pressed his lips to yours.
this was a bit rushed and not proofread. i poured everything i have left tonight on this piece
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