moved to @kisssan, my new space dedicated to ateez and kpop-focused sfw + nsfw content. sadly, i’ve lost the motivation to write for blue lock or other animanga fandoms, so i decided it’s time for a fresh start.
i won’t be deactivating this blog, but it will no longer be active.
if you enjoy kpop, ateez, or if we’re mutuals and you still want to stay in touch, i’d love to have you there ♡
NO LONGER ACTIVE. you can still check and browse my works, but i am no longer writing for animanga or kpdh !
pairing﹢ateez x fem!reader
genre﹢smau + sfw. fluff, ateez on crack, established relationship.
synopsis﹢you called your boyfriend, bro, dawg, and old pal. he’s not amused at all, just a little dramatic... but hey, real homies kiss goodnight, right?
taglist ( open )﹢ @strhwa @les4heeseung @yeehaw-odyssey @livonianmaia
you barely make it halfway onto the bed before SAN collapses on top of you like a wwe wrestler. “san—” you gasp, trying to fight for air as his weight sinks into you, arms already wrapping snugly around your waist.
“i missed you.” his voice is muffled against your chest, his broad shoulders nearly swallowing your frame whole as he burrows deeper like a sleepy little kitten. “couldn’t sleep right last night, because my shoulders hurt again.”
you sigh upon hearing this, threading your fingers through his dark hair, it’s not the first time he is telling you this, but you are the only person that makes it comfortable enough to endure the pain. “i told you to try sleeping on your back, or stomach.”
“i can’t,” he groans, nuzzling against your collarbone. “my shoulders are too wide, and i just keep rolling over… i almost fell from the bed.”
he’s ridiculous, like literally utterly ridiculous, but at the same you can’t really blame him for not getting a decent sleep. “so what, i’m your pillow now?”
“the best pillow,” he murmurs, pulling you closer somehow. “so soft and warm, smells like strawberry chocolate cake, and you scratch my scalp just right—ah, there, like that…” he practically purrs under your touch, muscles relaxing beneath your fingertips as you gently massage his head. his biceps flex slightly as he shifts, dragging your leg over his hip like a possessive little monster. clingy, much?
you raise a brow, not because you are not used to this, simply because it comes out of nowhere, and very abruptly. “sannie, you’re being needy today.”
“i’m always needy,” he says without shame, cuddling into your warmth, smiling against your exposed skin. “especially with you.”
rolling your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, however, your hand doesn’t stop moving through his hair, and your fingers trail down his bare arm, tracing the lines of his muscle with just enough pressure to make him twitch.
“also, i’d like to file a complaint.”
“hmm?”
“you’re making it really hard to focus on your face when your arms are out here lookin’ illegal.”
he lifts his head, a grin that reaches his eyes, even making his dimples come out of hiding. “oh? baby, do you mean these?” he flexes, just slightly, watching your eyes follow the movement.
you swat him, not hard enough, but just enough to make him stop teasing you. “san, stop that! you’re too pretty and you know it.” he laughs, before ducking back down to kiss the side of your neck: gentle, lingering, stupidly in love. “i love you, you know?”
you pause, fingers threading through his hair again. “yeah, i know, and i love you too.”
but it still hits you like it’s the first time every time. when san says those three words, you forget about everything, when you look at him, he is the only one you think about. he may be a lovesick idiot, but you are crazy in love. “and i love your stupidly wide shoulders,” you murmur into his hair. “even if they’re the reason i wake up squished half the time.”
at that moment, you felt him relax, and yes, he was asleep. san always falls asleep quickly when you are here next to him, can’t blame him, you do smell like strawberry chocolate fresh cream cake, oddly specific but that’s just san for you.
content. chapter four includes a kpop mv livestream reaction of alternative saja boys' soda pop (alt version). biggest thanks to @skriblobz for rewriting the lyrics and basically contributing to this chapter 😝 all crack and brain rot. does not follow og kpdh plot. 1200+ words.
it was an average saturday night and you’re here, bored of your mind. usually, you’d have debt collectors coming for your throat. and now that all have been paid, all you have is a clingy ghost husband who you swore is some sort of vengeful spirit.
and you’re about to go on live with him.
you see, besides working a mundane office job, you have quite the fun job during the weekends. for the fun of it, you somehow have a streaming account. and tonight, your husband will have his first debut in your social life.
“hi all! welcome back to another live! today’s fun, because i have a special guest which all of you cannot see. don’t fret, he’s very much here with us, and his name is jinu! woo hoo! jinu, say hi to everyone. and everyone, say hi to jinu.”
@skriblobz:
jinu?? blud who the hell bro introducing rn 👁️👁️
@kaiser1ns:
kur
@rirk-ke:
WHO’S JINU WHERE WHAT WHO DARES TO STEAL Y/N AWAY
the man looked at the computer screen, studying this weird rectangular or square device and the comments popping up every second.
“hi.”
you grinned and turned to the camera. “anyways. me and jinu are going to do a live reaction to this music video of… saga dudes…?”
“what the hell kinda name is that,” you murmured and clicked on the music video before pausing at the thumbnail.
“sparkling juice,” jinu read out the title as you hummed in response. “alright guys. let’s watch and review sparkling juice from saga dudes!”
@scara-simp69:
OMG I LOVE SAGA DUDES
@tsukimoon-chan:
the mv is so good! saga dudes fan here (:
@insideoutjulie:
enigma and biceps at the SAME damn time
@snowy-violet:
SAGA DUDES MENTIONED OMFG??*!"?"
*music plays*
SPARKLING JUICE by SAGA DUDES.
[INTRO]
hey, hey
hey, hey
hey
“oh yeah the intro is catchy.”
[VERSE 1: JEANS]
don’t want you, need you
yeah, i need you to match my freak
나는 노력했다
하나를 찾을 수 없습니다
“he looks like you! this black haired guy!” you exclaimed and jinu shook his head. “no. i’m more handsome. and match my freak? what’s that?”
you laughed. “i’ll explain later.”
@aerissblog:
wait so you’re saying jinu looks like jeans? that’s OPPA right there
@queenofklonnie22:
EXPLAIN WHAT LATER 🤨🤨🤨
@lizzie-harper:
JEANS CAN BE UNZIPPED IDC FR #NEEDTHAT
[VERSE 2: ENIGMA, INTIMACY, BICEPS]
lookin’ like snacks ‘cause you got it like that
take a big bite, want another bite, yeah
“oh yeah. he’s hot.”
jinu frowned.
[VERSE 2 CONTINUE]
너의 모든 걸 난 원해, 원해, 원해
너 말곤 모두 뻔해, 뻔해, 뻔해
when you’re in my arms, i struggle a lot (a lot)
when you’re fangirling way too much
“wifey, i’m more attractive than them right? these boys are nothing compared to me!”
“hey hey hey,” you paused the music video and looked at jinu accusingly. then you simply stared at him before resuming the music video.
“you know what? yeah. you are more attractive than them.”
[PRE CHORUS]
cause i need you here with me,
i’m lonely, you feel me
so damn lonely
my little sparkling juice
@heartkaji:
girly did not just say the “invisible” guest is more attractive than intimacy BFFR.
@heartshapedcookiesfordessert:
MY LITTLE SPARKLING JUICE
@y2kuromi:
OMG ITS THAT PART YYYEYEYYSYSYSYS
“is this the trending part?” you asked and watched as the music video changed to all of the saga dudes dancing in the middle of a plaza.
[CHORUS]
you’re all i can goon to,
everytime i feel blue
you’re my sparkling juice,
my little sparkling juice
“wifey, the song is catchy. what is goon?"
“erm. we don't talk about that. why are their legs like that LOL. what the heckies.”
“sparkling juice i love.”
[CHORUS CONTINUE]
cool me down, you’re so hot
pour me out ‘til i spill out
you’re my sparkling juice
my little sparkling juice
“my little sparkling juice~” jinu hums to himself during the instrumental part.
“guys i think jinu likes sparkling juice already. you guys can’t see it but he’s bobbing his head to the beat,” you announced and chuckled at jinu.
[VERSE 3: INFANT, BICEPS]
uh, make me wanna rock on top
한 방울에 i hit the spot
every little flip and flop
rizz and pop
나에게 상처 it's getting rough
“OH HIS VOICE IS LIKE AN OPERA SINGER’S??”
“he looks like a baby though.”
@therooftoprunner:
INFANT IS LITERALLY FELIX
@ianyanko:
RIFJT OMF HES SO CUTE and his voice AAAAHHDHDJ
@fvckcare:
jinu face reveal where
[VERSE 3: BICEPS]
yes, i’m sippin’ when it’s drippin’ now
it’s done? i need a second round
and pour a lot and don’t you stop
til my sparkling juice, spills non-stop
“okay yeah that’s the hot guy.”
“wifey.”
“sorry. it’s the warm guy.”
[PRECHORUS]
i waited so long for someone to match my
match my freak, wait’s over, baby
come and fill me up
just can’t get enough
“what is match my freak???”
you paused the video and looked at jinu. and to everyone else, you’re staring at nothing. which is starting to make them insane but that’s fine, because jinu is happy to be there anyways.
“match my freak means to match someone’s unusual interests. in that case, saga dudes are probably talking about matching their freaks in the terms of sparkling juice? i don’t know.”
the man stared at you, and you stared at him back. then, he pressed on the space bar key, which made the sparkling juice video play again. then you catch a glimpse of something in the screen.
[CHORUS]
[OUTRO: JEANS]
ooh, ooh (2x)
you’re my sparkling juice
never letting you loose
when the music video ends, you sink into the chair and let out a sigh. “wow… that was… wow.”
“right? a bunch of young fellow gentlemen dancing and singing. is this the era now and what it has come to?”
you glared at him. “this is kpop, jinu. welcome to 21st century, man from 400 years ago,” you rolled your eyes and grinned at the webcam.
“so guys! that was me and jinu’s reaction to saga dudes’ sparkling juice music video! honestly, great video, great handsome looking guys, the song is catchy! and yes. match my freak!!”
“yes. match my freak. match me and wifey’s freak,” he spoke and you glanced at him. “oh yeah? you want me to match your freak?”
@iris-arcadia:
MATCH HIS FREAK. MATCH HER FREAK. MATCH MY FREAK.
@livelaughlovekuni:
jinu is so mood like yeah i’ll match whatever INVISIBLE freak he has
@lovely-maryj:
why’s no one talking about how fine enigma and intimacy like OMFG fine SHYTS
@suntizme:
y/n!! learn sparkling juice dance!!
@floralchest:
yeah i paid to watch ts. never fails.
“yes. i want you to match my freak.”
“there you have it chat! jinu wants me to match his freak. by the way he’s my husband. see ya’ll next time!”
you ended the stream then and there. you could sniff the demands for an answer in your social media already—the people revelling in the fact that you dropped such casual words and ended the stream quicker than all your usual other streams. if anything. it felt like a 10 minute stream.
“that was fun,” jinu commented and you raised a brow, a tiny little smile surfacing. “yeah? they can’t see you, y'know?”
“i know. but i like watching whatever this strange device thing with you. it feels nice.”
you leaned back on your chair, smile growing genuine. to show a man from four centuries ago what the modern world looks like was certainly fun. it felt like a history class with a prehistoric dead man.
jinu’s right. it does feel nice. alright tumblr. this is the part when you decide you’re developing a little crush on this ghost. insane.
you saved the screen recording of the live stream and saved it. because how in the world are you going to explain the fact that when jinu pressed the space bar, a very thinly veiled faint image of him appeared on your screen through your webcam?
TAGS .𖥔 ݁ everyone mentioned the livestream's comments are the people in the taglist. additionally, @grandlightcandy @karenusia @kpopgirliez @ballads-for-kuni @purplefluffycows @20100165 @mavix @mshope16 @moonjellyfishie @yukimaniac @artistadistrada2002 @sylum @osball @not-morgan @lostsomewhereinthegarden
ITOSHI SAE's cheeks are softer than any mochi, and his lips are sweeter than any dessert in the world. his kisses are like a baby taking its first steps. timid and uncertain at first, but brimming with innocence and hope. he starts slow, unsure like he's standing at a field with no clear direction for the goal. but then he takes a step forward, his hesitance fades away as he finds his path to you. walking closer, each kiss pulling him deeper, until he reaches out for the stars in your eyes, silently wishing that this moment could last forever.
he won’t admit it out loud, his sarcastic remarks and blunt personality wouldn’t allow for such vulnerability, but the truth is there in every kiss. he loves kissing you like there’s no tomorrow, loves the way your warm touch makes him feel, and how your lips whisper promises of forever. and even more, he loves it when you love him.
fluff + suggestive. (kissing, making out, biting) you knew what you were getting into when you started dating a demon idol, but you didn’t think you’d end up liking his sharp fangs that much.
in his human form, he still shows some of his demonic features, like golden eyes, glowing markings, long claw-like nails, and... fangs. so, the question is: where’s his favorite place to fool you with a kiss and then bite you?
JINU this happens way too often, and somehow, you still can’t get used to it. not fast enough to react, at least not when he kisses you so sweetly, smiling against your lips, with those gentle hands lightly squeezing your waist. one of the many ways he makes you lose your mind, expecting something to happen, maybe somewhere more suited for the moment.
but then he pulls away, his lips trail down your jaw, to your neck, right where your pulse is. he breathes against your skin and smirks. you feel it, his teeth sharpening. oh my god, he pulled up the fangs on purpose. why does he always have to do it...well, not that you have anything against it, but it would be nice if you could stay mentally and emotionally alive afterwards.
“jinu—?”
he’s about to bite. not enough to hurt, or to draw blood, just enough to get a taste. he looks up at you, golden eyes gleaming as they lure you in, soft and dangerous all at once. so beautiful, but so full of secrets, of longings, he can only show, never say.
jinu doesn’t wait. his mouth finds your skin again, biting gently, and your breath hitches. your hands find his shoulders, clutching him, pulling him closer because this is a routine by now.
you think you might have a problem, because you enjoy this too much. and what’s worse than having a demon boyfriend? it's having a demon boyfriend who knows exactly which buttons to push. and maybe the fact that you’re just a little too obsessed with his fangs.
ABBY he’s lying beside you in bed, shirtless, not that you expected him to wear something at all. pinkish hair tousled from sleep, little too awake for this hour. he leans over, tracing lazy patterns with his clawed fingers along the curve of your waist, then down to the exposed skin just above your hipbone where your his shirt has ridden up.
he murmurs something, voice raspy, too deep, and it’s too early in the morning for this. but he is already sliding down to the level of your stomach, lifting your shirt, pressing a slight kiss there first. soft and slow, making you arch your back just a little. as someone who is not human in any way, he knew what and how to do.
resting his head on your abdomen, while gently squeezing your waist, then down to the exposed skin just above your hipbone, where your shirt has ridden up. slowly, his fangs press into the curve of your hip, and you melt, short-circuit, your brain has stopped functioning.
you should feel pain, but it's the complete opposite. it's pleasant, as he bites harder than necessary, meaner than expected, but it only makes your toes curl, fingers gripping in the sheets. then he pulls away with a satisfied hum, dragging lazy kisses up your stomach as he comes to rest beside you again, looking far too pleased with himself, and catching the dazed look on your face.
“what? i barely even bit you.”
ROMANCE prince charming is his middle name, subtle and oddly romantic, like kissing your knuckles, holding your hand like royalty, acting like the man of your dreams and deepest desires. he’s trying to be sweet, really trying to hold back, but the urge still hits, because he is no prince.
he gently took your hand, resting your fingers on his lips, kissing them, and his teeth sharpened; his eyes momentarily lightened to a yellowish-gold color. congratulations, you are doomed. then he turns your hand over, warm breath ghosting over your palm as his lips trace down to your wrist.
“you always tense here when i kiss you there, my love~”
and how can you not when you don't know if he will love you or suck your soul out with just one kiss, just one touch? you feel the graze of his fangs before the bite. it almost doesn't hurt; you barely feel the pain, because even in moments like this, he is tender.
romance’s sink his fangs in just enough to make you gasp. it’s not cruel, but it isn’t soft either. perhaps his sadistic nature is finally starting to show. he likes the way your breath catches, the way your fingers twitch in his grip, the way you don't even resist at all because you like it.
he pulls back, licking over the spot like an apology he doesn’t mean. intertwining the fingers of your hand with his, then flashing you that devilish smile. he could be gentle, but that ain't what you like.
MYSTERY you’re sitting on the couch, playing with his hair as he sits between your legs with his back to you, eyes glued on the tv. unlike the others, he’s calm, at least he pretends to be. but when he’s with you? that’s a whole different person. or in this case... a demon.
when he’s feeling possessive, teasing, or downright feral, he bites your thighs. he just loves it, for some reason. maybe it’s because you get so sensitive, or it’s because the marks are easy to cover and don’t always show. despite that, he gets to walk around barking like a prideful dog, knowing they’re there.
you feel him shift slightly, repositioning .his lips brush your skin softly, almost regretful, like a kiss, warning you for what’s about to happen. your eyes widen. you’re about to yell at him, to tell him no.
“mystery, don’t you dare—”
but it’s already too late. he bites you and you gasp, your breath catching in your throat as his fangs sink in slowly, deep right into the tender flesh of your thigh. you tighten your grip in his hair, trying to tug him away.
hissing to make him stop, but he doesn’t budge. if anything, you feel him smirk against your skin. he’s a big animal sometimes, not to say... always.
BABY one thing he did was to really resonate with his name, because just like a baby, he hated letting go of your embrace, and if you dared move, he’d start whining like you just personally ruined his entire day. well, excuse you for needing to go to the bathroom. it was late afternoon, you were in his room, and he was using you as a pillow.
you were looking at something on your phone, as he cuddled up to you, his cheek rested over your chest, right where your heartbeat was, and his breathing was slow, relaxed, completely knocked out, or so you thought. one arm was tossed lazily over your middle, and the other curled beneath him. while you scrolled through social media with one hand, the other absentmindedly combed through his messy hair. he really was just one big baby.
there was a vulnerable, exposed patch of skin where your shirt had slid down your shoulder, and that’s exactly where you felt it. a sharp little nip. you twitched, fingers freezing in his hair. his lips moved upwards, brushing your collarbone with a softness that contrasted with the initial bite. then his fangs grazed back down, slowly and teasingly, he just wanted to see and feel how your body would react. don’t worry, he would give you what you wanted...but only after he had played enough.
and oh, you felt it. you blushed, gasped, and your pulse quickened. when he finally pulled back, you could tell without looking: he left a hickey. not on accident, on purpose. his smile was pressed into your skin like a seal, because you looked too comfy not to mess with.
“should i bite harder next time?” you don’t answer. you can’t, and he definitely takes that as a yes.
taglist: @y2kuromi @irethepotato @justanindiangirl12 @zuhaeri @levifiance @amery-benson-cvii @ririrenni3 @tsukimoon-chan (sorry if i missed someone; please let me know if you'd like to be added to the general kpdh taglist!)
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fluff + suggestive. (kissing, making out, biting) you knew what you were getting into when you started dating a demon idol, but you didn’t think you’d end up liking his sharp fangs that much.
in his human form, he still shows some of his demonic features, like golden eyes, glowing markings, long claw-like nails, and... fangs. so, the question is: where’s his favorite place to fool you with a kiss and then bite you?
JINU this happens way too often, and somehow, you still can’t get used to it. not fast enough to react, at least not when he kisses you so sweetly, smiling against your lips, with those gentle hands lightly squeezing your waist. one of the many ways he makes you lose your mind, expecting something to happen, maybe somewhere more suited for the moment.
but then he pulls away, his lips trail down your jaw, to your neck, right where your pulse is. he breathes against your skin and smirks. you feel it, his teeth sharpening. oh my god, he pulled up the fangs on purpose. why does he always have to do it...well, not that you have anything against it, but it would be nice if you could stay mentally and emotionally alive afterwards.
“jinu—?”
he’s about to bite. not enough to hurt, or to draw blood, just enough to get a taste. he looks up at you, golden eyes gleaming as they lure you in, soft and dangerous all at once. so beautiful, but so full of secrets, of longings, he can only show, never say.
jinu doesn’t wait. his mouth finds your skin again, biting gently, and your breath hitches. your hands find his shoulders, clutching him, pulling him closer because this is a routine by now.
you think you might have a problem, because you enjoy this too much. and what’s worse than having a demon boyfriend? it's having a demon boyfriend who knows exactly which buttons to push. and maybe the fact that you’re just a little too obsessed with his fangs.
ABBY he’s lying beside you in bed, shirtless, not that you expected him to wear something at all. pinkish hair tousled from sleep, little too awake for this hour. he leans over, tracing lazy patterns with his clawed fingers along the curve of your waist, then down to the exposed skin just above your hipbone where your his shirt has ridden up.
he murmurs something, voice raspy, too deep, and it’s too early in the morning for this. but he is already sliding down to the level of your stomach, lifting your shirt, pressing a slight kiss there first. soft and slow, making you arch your back just a little. as someone who is not human in any way, he knew what and how to do.
resting his head on your abdomen, while gently squeezing your waist, then down to the exposed skin just above your hipbone, where your shirt has ridden up. slowly, his fangs press into the curve of your hip, and you melt, short-circuit, your brain has stopped functioning.
you should feel pain, but it's the complete opposite. it's pleasant, as he bites harder than necessary, meaner than expected, but it only makes your toes curl, fingers gripping in the sheets. then he pulls away with a satisfied hum, dragging lazy kisses up your stomach as he comes to rest beside you again, looking far too pleased with himself, and catching the dazed look on your face.
“what? i barely even bit you.”
ROMANCE prince charming is his middle name, subtle and oddly romantic, like kissing your knuckles, holding your hand like royalty, acting like the man of your dreams and deepest desires. he’s trying to be sweet, really trying to hold back, but the urge still hits, because he is no prince.
he gently took your hand, resting your fingers on his lips, kissing them, and his teeth sharpened; his eyes momentarily lightened to a yellowish-gold color. congratulations, you are doomed. then he turns your hand over, warm breath ghosting over your palm as his lips trace down to your wrist.
“you always tense here when i kiss you there, my love~”
and how can you not when you don't know if he will love you or suck your soul out with just one kiss, just one touch? you feel the graze of his fangs before the bite. it almost doesn't hurt; you barely feel the pain, because even in moments like this, he is tender.
romance’s sink his fangs in just enough to make you gasp. it’s not cruel, but it isn’t soft either. perhaps his sadistic nature is finally starting to show. he likes the way your breath catches, the way your fingers twitch in his grip, the way you don't even resist at all because you like it.
he pulls back, licking over the spot like an apology he doesn’t mean. intertwining the fingers of your hand with his, then flashing you that devilish smile. he could be gentle, but that ain't what you like.
MYSTERY you’re sitting on the couch, playing with his hair as he sits between your legs with his back to you, eyes glued on the tv. unlike the others, he’s calm, at least he pretends to be. but when he’s with you? that’s a whole different person. or in this case... a demon.
when he’s feeling possessive, teasing, or downright feral, he bites your thighs. he just loves it, for some reason. maybe it’s because you get so sensitive, or it’s because the marks are easy to cover and don’t always show. despite that, he gets to walk around barking like a prideful dog, knowing they’re there.
you feel him shift slightly, repositioning .his lips brush your skin softly, almost regretful, like a kiss, warning you for what’s about to happen. your eyes widen. you’re about to yell at him, to tell him no.
“mystery, don’t you dare—”
but it’s already too late. he bites you and you gasp, your breath catching in your throat as his fangs sink in slowly, deep right into the tender flesh of your thigh. you tighten your grip in his hair, trying to tug him away.
hissing to make him stop, but he doesn’t budge. if anything, you feel him smirk against your skin. he’s a big animal sometimes, not to say... always.
BABY one thing he did was to really resonate with his name, because just like a baby, he hated letting go of your embrace, and if you dared move, he’d start whining like you just personally ruined his entire day. well, excuse you for needing to go to the bathroom. it was late afternoon, you were in his room, and he was using you as a pillow.
you were looking at something on your phone, as he cuddled up to you, his cheek rested over your chest, right where your heartbeat was, and his breathing was slow, relaxed, completely knocked out, or so you thought. one arm was tossed lazily over your middle, and the other curled beneath him. while you scrolled through social media with one hand, the other absentmindedly combed through his messy hair. he really was just one big baby.
there was a vulnerable, exposed patch of skin where your shirt had slid down your shoulder, and that’s exactly where you felt it. a sharp little nip. you twitched, fingers freezing in his hair. his lips moved upwards, brushing your collarbone with a softness that contrasted with the initial bite. then his fangs grazed back down, slowly and teasingly, he just wanted to see and feel how your body would react. don’t worry, he would give you what you wanted...but only after he had played enough.
and oh, you felt it. you blushed, gasped, and your pulse quickened. when he finally pulled back, you could tell without looking: he left a hickey. not on accident, on purpose. his smile was pressed into your skin like a seal, because you looked too comfy not to mess with.
“should i bite harder next time?” you don’t answer. you can’t, and he definitely takes that as a yes.
taglist: @y2kuromi @irethepotato @justanindiangirl12 @zuhaeri @levifiance @amery-benson-cvii @ririrenni3 @tsukimoon-chan (sorry if i missed someone; please let me know if you'd like to be added to the general kpdh taglist!)
2025 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.
fluff. they said leave the past behind you... well, it’s kind of hard when your supposed past keeps texting you about roblox, buys you welkin, and accidentally makes you fall for him again.
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fluff. they said leave the past behind you... well, it’s kind of hard when your supposed past keeps texting you about roblox, buys you welkin, and accidentally makes you fall for him again.
2025 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.
ABOUT . . . in which, you are broke. and strangely enough, you have just unknowingly married a rich man from the past. will wealth, or the handsome spirit man kiss you?
featuring. ghost¡jinu saja × female¡reader.
contents. sfw. slow-burn rom-com, korean traditions, occasional profanities ( in korean ) , mentions of blood and death themes, does not follow the original kpdh plot.
하나 ￤ INTOXICATION
둘 ￤ THREE KISSES A DAY
삼 ￤ JJAJANGMYEON
and more . . .
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please I have such a good request that I think is funny. After chapter 307, imagine Reader asks Sae if they can buy a pet bunny and he instantly tells her no, and she’s asking why not and he’s like “ No 😐🥀” but like, crack. It can be smau or fic I FEEL IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY THO
i usually don't make written fic requests, only smau ones, but this one really made me laugh. so here we are guys
✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!
it felt strange to have SAE ITOSHI at home for more than three days in a row — strange, but definitely pleasant. the spanish tour had just ended with great results, and that gave him the chance to finally relax a little, in the quiet of his home
it was nice to actually be able to hug him, and not just send a message he’d only read hours later in his hotel room. it was even nice just to spend time together in the same room, too
sae genuinely thought these days would be the best of the month — finally free to train only when he truly felt like it, and most of all, finally able to spend time with you after months of random flights for equally random, short-lived visits
he thought the days would pass by peacefully, with you
big mistake, sae itoshi.
"babe, can you watch the video i sent you?"
"okay. which one of the last... fortytwo?"
it wasn’t anything new to see that many videos waiting when he opened your chat. it was a habit you had since the very beginning of the relationship, and honestly, he didn’t mind it
"you’re not funny! it’s not fortytwo, c'mon..."
"fortysix."
"... just watch the last seven"
opening the chat, the number of bunnies that appears before his eyes is disgustingly disgusting. he sees all kinds: short fur, long fur, white, black, brown, long ears, short ears. his throat tightens almost automatically as he looks up — only to find you already standing in front of him with your phone in hand, with that face that, ever since you two got together, has never once been told no. he sighs bored, as you throw yourself down next to him on the couch, holding your phone right up to his face. instinctively he wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer — but he’d throw that bunny on your screen as far away from him as humanly possible
"look how cute it is! it’s looking for a home, it’s up for adoption at the center near our hom—"
"absolutely not."
you turn surprised, lowering the screen slightly. you press your lips together like you’ve just received the worst news of your life, and sae already regrets having answered so coldly. it’s just that he can’t understand how such a cute animal could have the name of a jerk — the ultimate jerk, the very ultimate jerk
"... you don’t like bunnies?"
oh, he’d definitely like them more if they didn’t remind him so much of that barcha jerk — so jumpy and damn tall. sae clears his throat, moving the screen away from his face
"i don’t like bunnies"
"why? they’re so innocent, they don’t need much attention, and im home most of the time anyway"
"i don’t like them because they’re messy, they smell, they pee everywhere, and they ruin dreams that have nothing to do with them—"
"... i don’t think they do that?"
sae raises an eyebrow, then runs a hand through his hair — just to calm himself down a little. you look at him with that look, the one that’s been his downfall for years now. suddenly, your face is replaced by iglesias’s, and for a moment, sae is completely speechless. only when your actual face comes back into view he let out a sigh of relief, a very long one
"i just don’t think it’s the right pet for us, considering my job and the fact that you want to start university. don’t you think maybe... i don’t know, a dog would be a better choice?"
"but i want a bunny"
"yeah, and i’d like to be a striker, but things don’t always go the way we want"
"i don’t see how that has anything to do with what i said..."
"im just telling you to listen to me, trust me. bunnies are evil"
you give him a bit of a look, then slump against his shoulder with a pout. sae starts running his fingers through your hair, fully aware that maybe — just maybe — he’s won this battle, a battle harder than the one against barcha a few months ago
"i already had a list of names ready"
sae sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. the gesture doesn’t quite erase your pout, but your eyebrows are furrowed just a little less. hearing the list can’t possibly cause another mental breakdown… right?
"alright, let’s hear it. what were you thinking?"
"OKAY SO… since we’re in spain, i thought of a spanish name. everyone gives their pets human names, but i want to stand out… with building names. i was thinking of… catedral, colegio, cine, estadio... maybe even tienda, iglesia—"
oh, no bunny will ever cross the threshold of this house as long as sae is alive. neither human nor animal
fluff + slight angst. you disappeared like a nightmare, but returned like a dream. he should forget you… but all he wants is to remember.
THE SHOOTING STAR you had been famous in the demon world many centuries ago. you were good at it, too good, flawless. maybe that’s why you were the favorite, a pawn polished till you stood alone, a weapon more than a somebody. but you made yourself disappear without a trace, leaving no one to remember you, not even the mighty demon king, who does little to recall someone who bears his mark.
you saw the sajas again. mostly because you were elbow-deep in demon guts at the time. yes, you, a demon, killing your own kind. the betrayal was heavy, just like the marks on your skin that you can’t erase, but you’ve long since cut ties with gwima and anything even mildly infernal. it’s been... what? two centuries? you stopped counting after ten years when you decided pretending to be human and saving souls was a better use of your immortality. it was long enough that even gwima doesn’t bother remembering you, not when he’s got new toys to parade around.
idol during the day, a soul-saving demon during the night.
you felt the energy of the five grim reaper boys, and panicked, you ditched the scene, hiding in the shadows before any of them noticed. classic you, but the problem is, someone noticed you this time.
jinu. you have seen him before, or rather, you know him. of course, you do, since he’s older, technically your superior. he helped train you when you were just a newbie, back when your job description involved feeding souls to a gluttonous, egomaniacal demon king like it was a buffet. now he’s behind you. trailing like a lost kid at a mall who is crying for his mother, asking questions you didn’t ask for.
“do you not hear him in your ear? do you not feel any shame, pain, regret?”
okay philosopher jinu, calm down. he wants to know how you did it. how you broke free from him, the one who wraps shame around souls like a curse masked as a vlessing. and you just want to know what the hell he’s doing here when his band is performing right after you. he’s cute, though. nostalgic, but you don’t have time for that. don’t have time for the past.
you blink, acting like you don't know what he's talking about. "no, but i do hear the countdown to my performance in like... 30 seconds. so if you'll excuse me. see you, old man."
“excuse me? old man—hey!” he grabs your wrist like he forgot you're stronger than you look. your markings glow, purplish hues pulsing on your skin. eyes flashing gold from the sudden touch. you whip your head around, and that’s when he really sees you.
you look human, almost human. but your smile? oh, your smile screams devil in disguise. there’s something new in you, not darkness, but light. you smile like you tasted freedom and liked it. you have changed. his grip tightens, trying to keep you here, because he feels it, knows it. he remembers those eyes. they were made to take souls, but now… they burn with life.
“i’m not going anywhere, jinu” you say, calm and too perfect for someone with blood on their resume. “i’ll see you later, okay?”
he lets go, slowly, like something inside him just twists, and it wasn't from pain. it was something like the freedom he was seeking. he cleared his throat, shoved his hands into his jeans like he's a high schooler trying to look cool infront of his crush.
"break a leg then, sunbaenim," he mutters with a massive eye roll and a smirk that says i’m definitely going to bring this up again later.
“will do,” you wink, already walking off, refusing to glance back. “also say hi to the others, i’m sure abby misses me~”
MEMENTO MORI jinu watches you take the stage. the crowd erupts in screams and cheers the moment you appear. of course you have control here too. but it wasn’t built from doing dirty work, not anymore. not with blood on your hands or shame in your soul. you earned by rebuilding yourself.
he wants to forget everything; he wants his memories gone—burned, buried, erased. but you’re here now… have you always been here? have you always been more human than demon?
it’s like you died and were reborn. a wish from a shooting star, someone who escaped the endless maze, found the missing piece of the puzzle, and embraced their sins. he glances at his hands, and his own shame marks flicker in that same violet hue.
then you sing... and your voice? angelic. a complete betrayal of what you are. of what you used to be.
jinu clenches his fists and storms toward your dressing room. he doesn't know why he is doing something like this. as he enters, two familiar figures appear from the floor: a charming blue tiger and a three-eyed magpie bird, who is already wearing the tiger’s hat, again.
he pats the tiger’s head, and it purrs. then he pulls a blue envelope out of nowhere and places it gently into the tiger’s mouth. “wait for her, alright? she can resist me, but not you.” the tiger blinked, as it turned its head to the side, confused but listening and just going to fulfill the order. “be nice to her.”
and then he’s gone, off to prep for his performance.
GOTTA GO UNDER THE FULL MOON the show was over, and you kept killing it with your two new songs, “gotta go” and “full moon,” hit every note, every move, every soul, even the camera angle. don’t you love it when the cameraman knows how to do his job? give this man a rise. also the cover you chose? already trending, probably breaking the internet with edits. and the fans? oh, you adored them. pure, kind, unsuspecting humans, exactly the kind of souls you’d sworn to protect now, not harvest.
you walked into your dressing room, humming the last chorus under your breath, towel over your neck, heart still pounding, and you … freeze.
“did your master send you here?” you ask, staring at the unexpected visitors lounging on your couch like they are vips. a familiar blue tiger with big yellow eyes and a bird wearing the cat that was not his. “some habits never change, huh?” you kneel and scratch under the cat’s chin, it purrs like old times.
you missed them, only them. not him or the whole demon population. especially not the world you'd burned behind you.
then the cat padded forward and dropped something from its mouth. you blinked in surprise. a blue card? you picked it up and flipped it open.
“when the full moon rises, come see me.”
– jinu
“is he out of his damn mind?!” you shouted, immediately followed by a guilty whisper after seeing how the two companions reacted. the cat blinks slowly, while the bird flaps twice in judgment. “sorry.”
you didn’t know why he wanted to see you. didn’t want to. what could he possibly want now? answers? closure? to poke at how you escaped? to ask again how you broke free from the grip of the demon king?
you don’t know, really don’t. it just happened.
all you remember is the hunter. the one who didn’t kill you. who saw your monstrous form and still spared you. who fought alongside you when you were still learning what it meant to want something other than power. maybe it was a blessing, or pure luck. maybe it was her.
you sighed, scribbled something on a small piece of paper, folded it neatly. “open,” you told the cat, and it obediently opened its mouth like a well-trained mailbox, as you tucked the paper in. “it was nice seeing you two. visit me next time without his creepy invitations, okay?”
except, you did end up going, because tonight was the full moon.
he’s sitting on a rock by the sea, waves crashing dramatically when you sneak up behind him. “nice spot. you come here often?” jinu screams, squealing like a little girl. “jeez, don’t do that ever again,” he groans, hand clutching his chest like the old man he is. “i was this close to becoming fish food.”
you laugh. can’t help it, because he’s the same even if he looks human. till handsome, still annoying. still... jinu.
"the moon’s beautiful tonight, isn't it?" he says, as you stand beside him, watching him gaze at the moon instead of looking at you. you hated how soft his features looked under the moonlight. hated that this felt right. then he turned to you, and like a coward, you looked away. it’s awkward. you both know what’s unsaid, both feel it burning beneath your skin like a song stuck on repeat. but you can’t say anything, not when gwima might still be watching.
so you talk about your career instead. your music, your fandom’s weird ship names with famous male actors. he seemed genuinely interested until he disappeared mid-sentence. you were smart enough to suspect something, just not fast enough to dodge the surprise wave of cold seawater he splashed on you from behind.
"what the hell—jinu?!" you yell, and he grins. "revenge is a dish best served wet."
“that’s not even how the saying goes!”
but you're already chasing him, splashing back, laughing like it’s 200 years ago and nothing even matters. knee-deep in the water, as you chase him while little cold waves hit your legs, and you laughed, he laughed harder.
somehow, you ended up in his arms. you don’t know how you got in this position. giggles, flushed cheeks, eyes too close, lips too close. no need for words right now because your eyes are talking. the obvious three words feel special tonight. why is my heart beating so fast? when the full moon rises, you should give it all. it’s the perfect time for whispering love.
you're leaning in, so close. and then it struck. twelve o’clock. a silent bell tolled in your chest. you pulled away. what were you even thinking? you can’t be honest past this point.
his hands tighten just slightly. he doesn’t want to let you go. and you don’t either. but you have to. placing your hands on his chest, gently pushing him. he got the hint, and let you down, just like his hopes…like the dream he held for too long when it was just another illusion created to satisfy him for even a little while.
"i’m sorry, jinu..." he smiles. it doesn’t reach his eyes, and you see right through it. reaching for his hand, you squeeze it hard to reassure him it is going to be okay, but you are not the one to help him, you just can’t. "you’ll find your salvation. i promise."
and then you smile at him one more time before you vanish, teleporting when his hand reaches again for you, out of pure instinct, alas, you are already gone.
he stands alone under the moonlight, sea wind tousling his hair, eyes locked on the path of silver stretching across the waves. beyond that horizon, there’s another world out there where you meet again. there’s another world where you’re both free in his long-awaited dream.
BONUS cut to five saja boys sitting frozen on the couch in their dressing room. watching the tv with mouths wide open in shock, their souls leaving their bodies in slow motion. you’re on the screen, performing a cover of adult ceremony by park jiyoon. long and tight dress made of black silk, high heels ready to step on them. eyes glowing gold, lips tinted with red as the camera does a close-up and you wink. ending fairy style, the entire nation stops breathing.
“did…did she just–” romance was too stunned to speak, and baby stole the remote from him. “shut up, and rewind it.” the saja boys are not okay. they’re in awe, terrified, fanboying. they need to collab with you immediately. but will you let them? will you let jinu be close to you once again?
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