Hi!! So most of these will be between Huntr/x and the Saja Boys. HOWEVER, anything that is “x reader” will be marked in blue so its more noticable! Or i’ll have an emoji beside it 🤷
Links Below The Cut :D
Saja Boys -> Masterlist Here
Huntrix -> Eventual Masterlist Here
Both Groups
Headcannons
Huntr/x and Saja Boys Headcannons
10 minutes of Rujinu parenting Baby and Zoey
Miromabby Headcannons
Huntr/x and the Saja Boys being Jealous
Huntr/x and the Saja Boys reacting to Horror Movies
Zoeystery Headcannons
Zoeystery being exposed!!
Aus / Oneshots
Rumi and Jinu Reuniting
PT 2 Huntr/x Reactions
PT 3 Saja Boys Reactions
Swap AU
PT 2 Swap AU
What does he have? (Zoeystery one shot)
Their Future Kids
Bobby Needs Therapy
How is Celine Feeling?
Bobby x Male!ManagerOC
Baby and Zoey against the world
Huntr/x Struggling with Demon Sasaengs
Mira Dealing With Cancel Culture
PT 2 Mira Dealing With Cancel Culture (ft Huntrix and Baby)
Mira In Her Crashout Era
K-Stage Idol Missions (can be read in any order lol)
Anon who requested Abby x MakeupArtist!Reader reporting in!
🎉 Yayyy, a new chapter is here!!! Just wanted to say thank you this series is genuinely getting me through my internship right now. 🥲 I’m so excited to read the new update! You’re amazing 🥰🥰🥰
CUTIEEEE
I was going through my inboxes, looking for writing inspo and i saw this 😭😭😭😭😭 Anon might not see this but thank you so much!
(NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL! Also lots of my inside thoughts came out...)
Romance loves kissing you. Its one of his favourite activities.
Making out with you however… that has to be done in private. He can’t let just anyone see or hear just how needy he gets you.
You don’t even remember how it started, all you know was that you and Romance had the house to yourselves and he had someone how convinced you that a few kisses wouldn’t hurt.
They didn’t hurt at all, matter of fact they felt too good.
Good enough for him to carry you up to his room….
Now, with more privacy, Romance sat on the edge of his bed, enough space for you to remain straddling him.
He loved kissing you like this, being able to look up at you working so hard for your pleasure. He was so gentle with the way he moved, his hands slipping onto your hips grinding you even closer to him as you gasped against his pretty plump lips.
He took his chance, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth and fuuuuuck. Their mouths moved as one, your hands sliding into his luscious long hair as he pressed youeven closer, almost like he needed to mold you into him.
HE let out a low groan as you tugged at his hair, lips parting from yours to look at you. You couldn’t tell if he was feeling playful or even more heated. It lasted for barely a second before he flipped you over so he now laid above you.
“You’re always so pretty for me,” he murmured, one hand pressed above your head, then he leaned back down, connecting your lips once more.
Lord help me bro.
You could feel him smirk against your lips as you gripped his shirt to pull him in closer. His hand tightened, trying to retain some form of control over his body. The man wanted to completely worship you.
His free hand caressed your exposed skin gently as his lips moved from yours, slowly making their way down your neck as you whined softly into his hair.
Your hand stayed twisted in his hair, tugging lightly as he kissed and sucked along your collarbone. Every small whimper you let out made him twitch above you, made him want to lose every ounce of self-control he believed he had.
“Romance…” you breathed, and the sound of his name on your lips nearly undid him. He pulled back just enough to look at you again, lips swollen, eyes hooded, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth.
“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me,” he muttered, voice low, before diving back in to claim your lips. Cliche, I know but broooooo ????
The kiss wasn’t gentle. He was hungry. His mouth moved against yours like he was starved, tongue sliding past your lips, stealing every sound you made before you could even breathe it out. His hips shifted closer, pressing you down into the mattress, grinding slow but deliberate.
Your hands trailed from his hair down his shoulders, tugging at his shirt, and he laughed into the kiss, his smug voice taking over your senses. “Impatient, aren’t you?”
You rolled your hips up in answer, earning another groan from him, louder this time, the kind of sound he’d never let slip if anyone else were around. His hand above your head slid lower, fingers tangling with yours, pinning it gently into the bed as if to remind you he wasn’t close to done.
His lips left yours again, trailing heat across your jaw, down the side of your throat, teeth dragging in quick, teasing nips. He kissed lower, painting a path across your skin, making sure to leave another mark where he knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it later.
Author's Note : In a HUMONGOUS writing slump then I realised i have free will and can write as many messy makeup scenes as i want. (also js wanna practice writing people kiss cause its not my favourite thing in the world). GUYS I HATE UNI (i wrote this during my 3 hour film class [its still going on rn lol 2hrs left] and i was embarrassed...)
(NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL! Also lots of my inside thoughts came out...)
You had been making dinner in the kitchen, fully believing you were the only one home. Quickly, you realised you weren’t.
“Hey Baby,” Jinu greeted, head resting on your shoulder, voice deep and raspy as he hugged you from behind. He seemed to have just woken up with the way he being so touchy.
“Have a good rest?” you asked, pushing away what you had been working on for a moment to turn in his hold. You gently cupped his face, smiling as he visibly melted into your touch.
“Mhm” he hummed, too distracted looking at you to speak. “Can i kiss you?” Straight to business then.
You pressed your forehead against his and nodded and he wasted absolutely no time.
His lips were soft, gently gliding over yours eagerly. He was behaving.
For now.
Your hands moved, leaving his face and roaming comfortably in his hair. You let your guard down for a second. Just one second. Uh oh.
The second you gave in, it was like something snapped in him. His hands slipped down to tighten around your waist, gently moving you till your back hit the counter and you were trapped. He held you flush against his chest like he couldn’t stand even a breath of space being between you.
The kiss deepened fast, his mouth moving over yours with a quiet urgency, a soft whimper caught in his throat. His hands roamed, they always did, one sliding up your back, the other cradling the side of your neck, like he needed to hold you everywhere at once just to make sure you were real.
And you? Dude you were gooooone.
Jinu kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe. He held onto you like his life depended on it. He had to stop himself from lifting you onto that counter and doing incredibly unspeakable things to you…
The kitchen felt hot. Why was it so hot??
You gripped onto his shirt with urgency as his hands, still roaming, slipped just under yours. Needily caressing your skin as you attempted to reach his.
You let out the softest whine and Jinu genuinely had to fight off his demon side. You were killing him but you made him feel so alive.
His lips broke from yours for only a second, just long enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing hard like he was trying to steady himself. He didn’t. Instead, he kissed you again, harder, hungrier, like he couldn’t believe you were still in his arms and needed to keep checking.
His fingers slipped higher under your shirt, tracing the curve of your waist as if he couldn’t decide where to touch first. Every time you shifted in his hold, he followed, pressing you back against the counter with his whole body weight like he’d fall apart if you moved even an inch.
You tugged at his shirt again, desperate, and he let out a low laugh that broke into another kiss. Sloppy, rushed, almost clashing. He didn’t care. He wasn’t letting you go.
If your not aware i just started my first year in university (hence why i have not been active at all these last few weeks)
I'm not gonna promise to post anything cause i don't wanna let any one down by continuosly moving the dates back but i will say i do have something in the works (its really short lol)
Thank you so much for your support i really love you guys <3
Out of curiosity... If i were to write a little Romance x reader mini series (IT WILL BE 4 PARTS ONLY I SWEAR)
to summarise.
reader likes abby
romance and abby r besties
reader goes to romance for help
romance likes reader
reader ends up liking romance
we like?
it will also be a highschool au
Guys my old computer lowkey broke and i had to get a new one :(
Anyways, life's a bit annoying rn. I went on a trip with my family to NYC 🥳🥳🥳 But now that i'm back i'm sick....
It doesn't help that i start university in like 2 weeks and haven't started packing or prepping- i'm actually tweaking out
Anyways. I closed my ask box (SORRY). I just felt super guilty that people kept sending stuff in even though i currently don't have time to write... bear with me u guys.
Anon who asked for Abbey x MakeupArtistReader is here 😆I really enjoyed the series and just wanted to say thank you so much!! Please don’t forget to take care of yourself and keep up the amazing work. And umm… write lots and lots of Abbey, okay? 😳💅 (I’d totally get you if you wanted to write a casual date for them as a bonus chapter... just saying~ 😌💖)
Super DUPER happy you enjoyed it :D
My biggest fear with writing requests (especially the ones that turn into multiple parts) is that the og person who sent in the request won't like it so this really made my day :)
If you haven't read it yet then get started lol -> Part 1
Author's Note : I've rewritten this FOUR TIMES. I had to get a whole new computer cause my old one literally kept breaking (probably cause i got the sims...) I'm sorry if it sounds so emotionless. I was tired of rewritting it so many times 😭😭
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 [you are here!!]
It was still day four of five of living with the Saja Boys.
Abby and Jinu had completely ditched Y/n and Baby, not that either of the latter two had noticed.
And judging by the way Baby was holding her, they were about to enter the “talk about our feelings before either of us explodes” part of the Y/n’s staycation.
–
Baby leaned against a wall, one hand dragging down his face. “Alright. Here’s the deal. I wasn’t gonna do this yet.”
“This being…?”
He sighs like she’d just forced him to sell his soul to the devil. Which he had technically already done but anyways! “Admitting I like you.”
Y/m blinked up at him, processing his words, then finally spoke flatly, “That’s it? You made it sound like you were gonna confess to a crime.”
“This is a crime,” he frowned, taking note of your casual tone. “You’re my Rumi’s little sister. She said you were off limits since the beginning of you staying with us. And yet, here I am.”
She tilted her head. “You make it sound like you caught feelings by accident.”
“I did,” he says simply. “I was minding my business, and then you got comfortable with us, and all of a sudden we’re singing together and cuddling in my room and now apparently I had to run to the mall cause apparently Abby was gonna confess his feelings for you–”
“You ran here?” she asked, eyebrows up. Y/n fought the urge to laugh at the boy, she had never seen him so flustered before.
“Ok! Jogged. Brisk walk. Whatever.” He sighs. “Point is, I didn’t like the idea of anyone else telling you how they felt before I did. So... There it is.”
Y/n stared at him for a moment. She thought this would go in the complete opposite direction. That he’d try to be all nonchalant and flirtatious about how he felt. Yet here he was.
The maknae of the Saja boys, practically pulling his hair out as he waited hopefully for her to respond. She let out a breath of laughter. “You’re lucky, because I like you too.”
His jaw dropped, pattern briefly flashing in excitement, it may have been the most excited she’d seen him since her first day of living with the boys. “For real?”
“Yep,” she smiled.
Baby immediately leaned back a bit, slipping right into his lazy smirk, like the flustered, half-panicked version of him from two minutes ago had never existed.
“See? Knew you liked me,” he shrugged, voice low and smooth, as if the last five minutes hadn’t happened at all.
Y/n squinted at him. “You literally said you weren’t gonna admit it yet.”
He tilted his head, smug. “You must’ve imagined that.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but he took one step closer, close enough that her back brushed the clothes rack behind her, and suddenly words didn’t feel so important. His arm slid casually around her waist, and she could feel the slow, deliberate weight of his hand there.
Baby groaned softly, forehead pressing against Y/n’s, whispering in that deep, flirty tone he reserved only for her. “Rumi’s gonna kill me.”
Y/n laughed quietly, tilting her head so he could hide in her shoulder. “She won’t. Not if I’ve got you.”
Baby’s smirk returned, shaky but alive, eyes sparkling. “Worth it,” he murmured, fingers tightening around hers. “Completely worth it.”
Y/n’s brain stuttered. Okay. He’s close. Really close. He’s got that stupid smirk. What if we kissed? Not that we’re gonna kiss. But if we did… his lips would probably be soft. Like unfairly soft. Oh my god, stop thinking about this—
“You’re staring,” he murmured, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her. His voice dropped lower. “What? Forget how to talk already?”
“I—” She hated the way it caught in her throat. “No. I’m just—”
He grinned, leaning in so his forehead almost brushed hers, eyes locked on her like he was waiting for her to break. “Uh-huh. Totally not flustered, right?”
Her heart was hammering now, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. “You were way more flustered than me,” she shot back, weakly.
He said nothing in response, but his grin deepened.
And maybe he wasn’t as flustered as her, maybe he truly was smooth, cocky and impossible to read, but his thumb was tracing distracted circles at her waist, his pattern pulsing faintly, and Y/n was suddenly certain he was every bit as thrilled as she was.
–
The two of them had finally made it back to the penthouse late in the evening.
Y/n chattered nonstop, skipping from one story to another, her words tumbling over themselves like a waterfall. Baby trailed just behind her, neck buried into her shoulder, planting soft kisses along her neck as his hands lazily brushed along her sides. Walking like this wasn’t exactly comfortable, but neither of them would have had it any other way
“—and then she cut Zoey’s hair, can you believe it?” Y/n laughed, squirming slightly as Baby nuzzled her shoulder.
“I can,” he murmured, voice low and warm, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “But can you believe this?”
By the time they had gotten into the elevator, they were fully tangled (again 😑), hands intertwined, lips locked, giggles muffled against each other. They were completely absorbed, lost in their little bubble.
Then the elevator doors opened.
“Uh-oh,” Y/n whispered, the laugh stuck in her throat.
A shiny sword came hurtling toward her face. Before she could react, a pale purple hand snagged it midair. Baby finally lifted his head, eyes widening, and for the first time since their blissful little walk through the penthouse, his smirk faltered.
Rumi. Standing in the center of the room, hands firmly on her hips, eyes blazing.
Mira leaned back on the couch, smirking. Abby sat beside her, just as wide-eyed. Romance practically vibrated with excitement, clapping his hands like he’d just won a jackpot. Mystery was tucked beside Zoey, scrolling through her tour photos, unbothered.
Jinu peeked out from behind Rumi, phone clutched in his hands, whispering urgently: “Uh… guys? Maybe, uh… stop kissing? Big sister? Sword?”
Baby froze mid-step, lips brushing Y/n’s jaw, heart hammering. “Uh… hi, Rumi,” he said, trying to keep the flirty cool tone, but it wavered. “You’re back early–”
Rumi didn’t even flinch. “Explain.”
Y/n’s fingers gripped his arm, pressing close. “We- uh, got a little distracted,” she murmured.
“Distracted?” Rumi’s glare could have melted steel.
“Yes. By each other,” Baby said, voice dropping low, flirty, but still tinged with panic. He leaned just enough into Y/n so his lips hovered near her temple. “Kinda got carried away…”
Romance smirked. “Look at him, acting all smug even though we know he’s terrified deep down! MAKING OUT while everyone was watching. My poor eyes…”
Mira rolled her eyes, lips twitching into a supportive grin.
Baby’s gaze flicked toward Rumi, who hadn’t moved an inch. Panic fluttered in his chest, but he leaned just a little closer to Y/n anyway.
“I told you she was gonna kill me,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, though his fingers tightened slightly around hers.
Y/n glanced at the others. Romance practically vibrating in place, Abby smirking knowingly, Jinu trying to hide behind Rumi, but all she did was shrug, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Let her try.”
Js got wifi 🥳🥳🥳🥳. I get home in 2 ish daysssss so i’ll be able to get a decent posting schedule going again!! (This should include the last part of my baby x rumi sister story lol)
Prompt : Someone's getting fired... And its not Y/n
Author's Note : So... I found this so hard to write cause I felt like it had to absolutely perfect- But i'm still learning lol. Hope you enjoy it and thanks so much for getting all the way here <3
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 [you are here!]
The tension in the SoulStealer Entertainment boardroom was sharp enough to slice skin.
Y/n and Abby weren't there. Angela made that clear from the beginning.
Instead, seven seats were filled by the people who loved them the most. Mira, Zoey, and Rumi sat to the left, dark-eyed and silent. Across from them, Romance, Baby, Jinu, and Mystery sat like statues. No one spoke.
Angela stood at the head of the long table, a thick folder in her hand. Dressed in all black, with her ever-immaculate hair pulled back, she looked more like an assassin than a manager. Behind her, the door opened.
Two women walked in, both in sleek professional wear. Familiar.
Rumi stiffened immediately. Zoey’s hands curled into fists on the table.
Minji and Chaeun.
The stylists from those first promo shoots. The ones who never spoke unless it was about the boys. The ones who insisted on working with Abby on Y/n’s first day on the job. Who hovered too long. Smiled too widely.
Angela didn’t offer them a seat.
“Stand there,” she said calmly. “You won’t be long.”
The women glanced between the two idol groups seated before them, confused. Chaeun’s brows knit slightly. “I was told this was about styling approvals?”
Minji nodded, “We haven’t been briefed on the new wardrobe rollout—”
“This isn’t about wardrobe,” Angela said coolly. “This is about Y/n.”
Silence.
Then Mystery spoke, his voice dangerously low. “You’ve been sending her threats.”
Minji blinked. “Excuse me?”
Romance stood slowly, his voice firmer. “You took pictures of her. You accessed set footage. You edited them to look worse. And then you told her if she didn’t back off, you’d leak them to Dispatch.”
Chaeun scoffed. “That’s absurd. Why would we ever—”
“Because you hated that she was actually trusted,” Zoey snapped.
“Because she was getting the attention you wanted,” Mira added, her voice ice-cold.
“You saw how Abby looked at her and decided to ruin her life over it,” Baby smirked, loving to watch the fear grow on their faces.
Angela flipped open the file and dropped three photographs on the table.
Screenshots. Messages. Dates. Time logs. Security footage.
“You were both issued company tablets for your styling schedules,” she said evenly. “Those devices accessed SoulStealer’s internal cloud without authorization. They pulled security footage from dressing room feeds and backstage cameras.”
Minji took a shaky breath. “That… could’ve been anyone—”
“We traced the IPs. They match your tablets exactly,” Angela replied, voice sharp. “More than that, you left digital fingerprints. Access timestamps that line up with the exact moments Y/n was working.”
“You threatened her with fake dating scandals,” Jinu added, arms crossed. “Tried to paint her as some groupie stylist seducing idols for clout.”
“You made her feel unsafe in her own workplace,” Mystery said flatly.
“She nearly quit,” Romance added, eyes burning. “Y/n loves her job. And you almost took it away from her.”
Chaeun opened her mouth again, but Baby cut in, voice deceptively sweet. “Did you think Dispatch would really run with that story? That they’d just believe she was seducing Abby on the job without even checking with the agency?”
“Your whole plan was sloppy,” Mira said bluntly. “If it wasn’t so disgusting, it’d be embarrassing.”
Angela closed the folder. “You didn’t just harass an employee. You used company equipment to do it. You endangered her privacy, and in the process, you jeopardized two major idol groups’ reputations.”
She stepped closer.
“You are hereby blacklisted from the K-pop industry. Permanently. All agencies involved have been notified. You will receive letters of termination and legal summons by the end of the day.”
Minji’s mouth parted in horror. “You can’t—”
“We already did,” Zoey said.
The doors opened behind them. Two security officers stepped in.
“You’ll be escorted off the property now. Don’t come back.”
Minji stepped back, color draining from her face. “She didn’t even deserve that job—”
“She earned that job,” Romance said, rising from her seat like a storm in heels. “Every look Abby wore that made fans scream? That was her.”
Chaeun tried again. “She was just a temp—”
“She’s the reason most of the fans stayed during the last press cycle,” Angela cut in. “And she’s the reason Abby has started behaving again.”
That was when the silence cracked.
The guards led the two stylists out. The door shut behind them with a resounding click.
Angela looked over the table again.
“You’ll tell her?” she asked the girls.
Mira nodded. “We’ll make sure she knows she’s safe.”
Angela exhaled slowly. “Thank you all for helping us uncover this. SoulStealer and HonMoon Ent won’t tolerate this kind of behavior ever again.”
— (abby and y/n)
After a minute of debating, you followed Abby up the creaky steps of the small home. The night air clung to your skin as you stepped next to him.
He didn’t speak as he unlocked the door and motioned for you to enter. The inside was dim, lit only by a single standing lamp near what looked like a fireplace. The wood floors creaked under your steps. Dust hung in the air, thick with years of abandonment, and the scent of old pine clung to the faded curtains and worn-in furniture. It was clear that no one had been here in a long time.
You wrapped your arms around yourself. “What is this place?”
Abby didn’t answer right away. He moved toward the fireplace, his eyes settling on a single photo frame still perched on the mantle. His fingers ghosted over the glass like he hadn’t touched it in years.
“It’s where I grew up,” he said quietly. “This house… it’s all we had.”
You stepped closer, eyes drawn to the photograph. A beautiful woman stood on one side, her smile wide but strained. Beside her was a tall man with kind eyes, his hand resting protectively on a small boy’s shoulder. The boy had messy pink hair and a familiar pout.
“That’s me,” Abby said, eyes fixed on the image. “My parents. Back when things still looked normal.”
You didn’t speak. His voice alone told you this wouldn’t be easy for him.
“When I was nine, my dad found out my mom had been cheating on him,” he said, his voice oddly calm, too calm. “She’d been seeing someone else for two years. And still, he forgave her.”
You turned to him slowly. His expression was unreadable, but his shoulders were tense.
“I didn’t get it,” he continued, gaze still locked on the picture. “I was just a kid, but even then I knew something about it was wrong. I spent the whole summer angry at her for doing it and even more angry at him for letting it go.”
You moved a little closer, not saying anything yet, just letting your presence be a quiet form of support.
“He made her promise to stop,” Abby went on, jaw tightening. “Begged her to think about how she was hurting me. And for a while, it worked. Things were quiet. Almost happy again. But then…” He exhaled, laughter bitter and sharp. “Two years later, on my birthday, she announced she was pregnant. Everyone knew it wasn’t my dad’s.”
Your heart sank.
“He left after that,” Abby whispered. “He didn’t even argue with her. He just… broke. He started bringing random women home. Every week. Sometimes every night. My mother didn’t say a thing. And I just—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I stopped believing in love right then.”
You placed a hand gently on his arm. He flinched at first, but then relaxed under your touch, eyes finally meeting yours.
“I didn’t understand it,” he admitted. “How two people who were supposed to love each other could tear each other apart like that. So I did what I thought made sense. I became the complete opposite. Detached. Casual. Never caring too much.”
His voice dropped. “I wasn’t good to the people I dated. And I sure as hell wasn’t good at being real with my feelings.”
You nodded, your chest tight with a strange ache.
“But then I met you,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “And everything stopped feeling so... performative. You weren’t impressed by the flirting, actually you seemed kinda annoyed. And even when I pissed you off, I still wanted to talk to you again. I still wanted to see you smile.”
He turned toward you fully now, reaching out to rest a careful hand at your waist. “I know I hurt you. I know I gave you every reason to think I was just another cocky idol who doesn’t care who he drags down.”
You stayed quiet, your hand resting lightly on top of his.
“But I need you to believe me when I say this,” Abby said, swallowing hard. “You’re the only girl I want. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
It hit you then, this wasn’t just a speech. He had brought you to the most vulnerable place in his life, peeled back every layer of the persona he wore so confidently on stage, and handed you the rawest pieces of who he really was.
You looked around again. The empty corners. The peeling wallpaper. The lonely picture frame.
He brought you here so you could see where he came from. So you’d understand why he’d built such high walls, and why it meant so much that he was willing to tear them down for you.
“Abby…” your voice cracked, the weight of it all finally settling on your shoulders. “You didn’t have to do all this.”
“I had to try,” he said softly. “I asked your friends for help. Mira, Rumi, Zoey, hell, even Jinu threatened to beat my ass if I messed this up.”
Despite the heaviness in your chest, you laughed quietly. “What happened to just writing a love letter?”
“Rumi said that was cringe,” he muttered, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “Jinu said he’d drown me if I took you to the beach, and I wasn’t allowed near an amusement park because Zoey said she’d shove me off a ride cause that was too cliche.”
You shook your head, a soft smile forming. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But I’m ridiculous for you,” he said, that same boyish glint returning to his eyes.
The air between you stilled, your breaths falling into sync, his hand still resting gently at your waist, your fingers still curled in the sleeve of his jacket. The porch light glowed faintly behind him, catching the edges of his face in a soft halo, like even the night wanted to see this moment unfold.
Abby opened his mouth… and promptly shut it again.
You blinked.
He looked down at you, then away. Then back. Then away again. His fingers twitched nervously against your hip. “So, um… I was gonna—uh, like—I had this whole… thing I was gonna say…”
You tilted your head, trying not to laugh. “Yeah?”
He cleared his throat, visibly sweating now. “I was gonna ask if I could, y’know, kiss you or whatever. But not like whatever—not like casual or gross! Just like, a nice kiss? A respectful kiss. A good kiss. Not that I’m saying it has to be good—I mean, I hope it’s good, but like—”
“Abby,” you said gently.
He froze.
You smiled. “Just ask.”
He stared at you like his brain had just blue-screened. Then he gave a nervous, breathless laugh and ran a hand through his hair, completely ruining its already chaotic styling. “God, I’m so bad at this. You’d think I’d be better at it, right? Like, I flirt with people for a living—”
“And yet here you are,” you teased.
“Crashed and burned,” he muttered with a sheepish grin. “Cool. Love that for me.”
You stepped closer, so close that your noses were practically brushing. “Try again.”
He swallowed hard. “Okay… Y/n, can I—um—would it be okay if I maybe kissed you?”
You leaned in, your smile soft. “Yes.”
His reaction was immediate.
The kiss wasn’t perfect. He leaned in too fast and bumped your nose. One of his hands fumbled its way from your waist to your cheek, and the other kind of… just hovered for a second before figuring out where to land. He nearly missed your lips entirely on the first go.
But the moment he finally got it right?
It was everything.
Soft and clumsy and careful all at once, like he was pouring every apology, every feeling he didn’t know how to say, into this one moment. Your hands found the collar of his shirt, grounding him, and he let out a quiet breath against your lips like he’d been holding it for days.
When you finally pulled apart, he looked dazed, like someone had just hit him with a truck full of emotions. “Okay, that was… wow.”
You giggled softly. “You good?”
“Nope, my brain’s off. I’m just gonna stand here for the rest of my life.”
He pressed his forehead to yours, and you could feel the dopey grin spreading across his face. “Um… Can I get one more?” he asked, voice hopeful. “Just to, like… prove the first one wasn’t a dream?”
You rolled your eyes. “You tripped over your own mouth for a solid minute.”
“Yeah, but like… romantically?”
You snorted, but you were already leaning in again.
Prompt : Abby is looking for help to make up for his mistakes...
Author's Note : Not as yappy as my work normally is but I really do like this lol. Final part may come tomorrow or the day after.. or the day after that day...... ANYWAYS!
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 [you are here!] || Part 5
Abby stared at his phone like it had just betrayed him.
Call ended.
He let out a sharp breath, gripping the edge of the counter like it might keep him from losing his mind.
“I don’t know if I can.”
Your voice played over and over in his head, stuck like a loop he couldn’t turn off. He didn’t even realize how long he’d been standing there until Baby threw a pillow at him from the couch.
“Dude. You’ve been frozen for like five minutes.”
“Shut up,” Abby muttered, tossing the pillow back weakly before dragging a hand down his face. He didn’t even have the energy to throw it properly.
Baby raised an eyebrow but said nothing else, going back to his ice cream. Romance was on the other side of the dorm, very pointedly not looking at him.
Truth was, Abby had heard a lot of things about you before you even walked into that dressing room. Romance was obsessed, talking about your talent, your detailed work, your creativity like you were Leonardo Da Vinci with a makeup brush.
So yeah, he might have looked you up once or twice and he wasn’t disappointed. You were cute. Beautiful, actually. And way more stunning in real life.
But he didn’t expect this.
Didn’t expect to be completely thrown off by you calling him out. He didn’t expect to care this much that you were hurting, and he definitely didn’t expect to feel this helpless when you wouldn’t believe him.
He ran a hand through his hair, pacing around the kitchen again. “She’s never gonna forgive me.”
“She might,” came Romance’s voice quietly as he scrolled on his phone.
Abby blinked. “What?”
Romance finally looked up. “She’s mad. She’s hurt. And you definitely made it worse by being…” he motioned disgustedly, “you… But she picked up the phone, didn’t she?”
Abby opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“She picked up the phone,” Baby echoed with a mouthful of ice cream. “That’s, like, 50% of the battle.”
Abby scoffed. “I don’t think you understand how badly I messed this up.”
“No, I think you don’t understand how badly she wanted to believe you,” Romance replied, not looking at him anymore. “But you didn’t give her anything real. You flirted, joked and completely danced around how you felt.”
“If you want to fix this, you better find a way to properly prove your feelings.” He stood, brushing past Abby on the way to their shared room. “I don’t want my favourite make-up artist to hate our group because of you.”
Abby didn’t respond. He was too busy staring at his phone again.
“I don’t know if I can.”
That’s the moment it hit him.
He liked you. Not just liked. You were in his head, under his skin. And if he didn’t do something now, he was going to lose the one person who saw right through all his bullshit.
But what the hell was he even supposed to say?
–
Abby stood in front of the Huntrix penthouse door, staring like it had personally insulted him.
He wasn’t even sure how he got here.
One second he was pacing his dorm, the next he was in a cab across the city, and now he was on the verge of begging three women, two of whom had already threatened to kill him that week, for help.
He knocked. Lightly at first.
No answer.
He knocked again.
The door flew open with such speed he almost got smacked in the face by it.
Mira looked him up and down. “…No.”
“Wait—”
“No.”
Abby sighed, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’m not going to be annoying.”
Mira raised an eyebrow. “So naturally you came to us.”
“…I need advice.”
Silence filled the space between them. Mira squinted like Abby had grown a second head.
“Okay, now I know something’s wrong,” came Rumi’s voice from inside the penthouse. “Let him in before he has a breakdown on the front step.”
Mira stepped aside with an overly dramatic groan. “If you cry in here, no one is gonna comfort you.”
Abby entered cautiously, glancing around. Zoey and Rumi lay spread across the couch while– Wait. What the fuck are Mystery and Jinu doing here?–
“Alright,” Rumi said, crossing her arms. “Explain.”
“I… messed up.” Abby plopped down on the couch like his legs gave out. “Like, really messed up.”
Mira sat across from him, arms crossed, looking a bit too happy at his situation. “Define ‘messed up.’”
“I made Y/n mad.”
Jinu winced. “Oof.”
“Bad move,” Mystery mumbled, he was laying between Zoey’s thighs as she played with his hair.
“I didn’t mean to!” Abby practically whined. “She got this anonymous threat about those pictures, y’know, the waist thing and the lip stuff, and I didn’t even know until Angela told us! She thought I was playing her the whole time and then she…”
Zoey blinked. “So what you’re saying is you acted like a flirt, avoided your feelings, played games, and then got confused now that she doesn’t trust you?”
“…Yes.”
Mira sighed, dragging a hand down her face. “Gosh, you really are all muscles and no brain.”
“I tried to explain!” Abby continued, clearly spiraling now. “I told her the stylist thing wasn’t what it looked like and she just… didn’t believe me.”
“Did you say you liked her?” Jinu asked flatly.
Abby hesitated. “…No.”
Silence. Judgment. They had the energy of five older siblings who were watching their youngest sibling cry after doing something they told him not to do.
“So what,” Mira deadpanned, “was she supposed to do? Read your mind? Telepathically extract your feelings while she’s being blackmailed by one of your crazy fans?”
“Okay ouch.”
“You deserved that.”
“Yeah…” Abby groaned. “Yeah I did.”
He buried his head in his hands.
“I don’t want to lose her.”
That’s when it shifted.
Zoey sat down across from him. “Then let’s make sure you don’t.”
Rumi nodded slowly, leaning back in her seat. “We need a plan.”
“A big one,” Jinu added. “Not flowers-and-an-apology big.”
“Then what?”
They looked at him. A beat.
And then Mira smirked.
—
You were not expecting a knock at your door at 9:45 p.m.
Especially not from three very suspicious girls holding a bag of clothes, some makeup, and what looked like... a hair style magazine?
“What’s going on?” you frowned, peeking past them.
Zoey beamed. “We’re having a girls’ night.”
“Right now?”
Rumi nodded like it was obvious. “It’s tradition.”
“Since when?”
Mira gave you a look. “Since now.”
Before you could protest, the girls had already pushed past you, taking over your space like it was their own. You blinked as Zoey held up two outfits she’d pulled from your closet, one black, one red, and asked, “This classy black one, or sexy red one?”
“...classy?”
“Classy black one it is.”
You were forced to sit while they styled your hair, fixed your makeup, and offered you half a soda and a pep talk you didn’t ask for.
“I don’t get why I’m being dolled up if we’re just hanging out,” you muttered, as Rumi fixed the collar on your oversized leather jacket. “I look like I’m about to walk a K-Stage carpet.”
“No reason,” Zoey said, grinning too hard
“…Y’all are shady,” you narrowed your eyes.
But the next thing you knew, they were walking you down to the building lobby and guiding you like you were royalty, toward a sleek black car waiting at the curb.
“Wait, this is not girl’s night,” you protested, pulling back. “Where are we going?!”
“You’ll be fine!” Rumi chirped. “Just get in.”
“And if I don’t?”
Mira smirked. “Then we tell everyone you cried over Abby and watched Business Proposal again in one day.”
You gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
You grumbled your way into the backseat, only to stop short when you saw who was in it.
“…Romance?”
“Hey,” he grinned, hands folded politely in his lap.
You turned to the driver’s seat, your eyes narrowing.
“Oh hell no. Is that Baby driving?!”
The youngest Saja Boy looked over his shoulder. “Hey noona~ You trust me behind the wheel?”
“Absolutely not.”
Baby shrugged. “Buckle up anyway.”
You sighed dramatically and leaned back, arms crossed.
Romance glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “He’s actually gotten better, promise. Didn’t crash once last week.”
“That’s so reassuring.”
For a while, no one said anything. The car weaved its way out of the city, toward areas you didn’t recognize. Streetlights gave way to darker roads. Stores disappeared. Countryside.
You blinked. “Where are we going?”
Baby didn’t answer.
Romance leaned forward. “Y/n.”
You turned to him.
“I know you’re mad. And I know Abby hasn’t exactly made it easy to trust him. But… I need you to know something.”
You waited.
“I’ve known him my whole life,” Romance said softly. “He’s dumb and cocky, and for some reason he thinks he’s a lot funnier than he is. But I’ve never seen him like this. Not over anyone.”
Your breath caught.
“He hasn’t been sleeping right. Can’t focus. Keeps replaying every word you said, rereading every message. He asked me if I thought he was a bad person.”
You swallowed.
Romance continued, “He doesn’t know how to do this. Real feelings, I mean. And I’m not saying that excuses anything. But I think he loves you, Y/n. He just doesn’t know how to tell you yet.”
Your hands curled into your lap.
Baby finally slowed the car, turning into a long gravel road flanked by trees.
“Where are we?” you asked, as the car rolled to a stop.
Romance opened the door. “Come see.”
You stepped out slowly, taking in the quiet, the stars above, and the tiny wooden house nestled near the tree line. A soft glow came from the porch.
You looked toward Romance, confused.
But then the front door opened and there he was.
Abby.
Standing in a neat button up shirt and jeans, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes locked on you like you were the only person left on the planet.
You turned back to Romance, panicked. “No. Nope. I can’t do this—”
“Y/n,” he said gently. “Just listen to what he has to say.”
And with that, he and Baby got back in the car, the maknae waving at you before leaving you alone in the driveway, staring up at the boy who might’ve just broken your heart and maybe wanted to put it back together.
