realized I left you all hanging sorry! Here are the sneak peals the girl in purple isn’t close to being published unfortunately but it is coming along + some sneak peals of my other works.
“I don’t know.” The dark haired girl said, her grin sticking playfully in a way you couldn’t decifer “Do you want her to be in a poly relationship?”
“Well… Of course.” You said with convection, the two girls seemed to make Rumi happy, make her relaxed and as long as you could be into that you would be willing to be in any relationship with Rumi. You nodded wordlessly thinking about it before nodding affirmatively. Because, of course you would be willing to be in a polyamorous relationship as long as it would make Rumi Happy. “I’d do anything to make Rumi happy.”
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As if those weren’t the exact words that had shattered your heart minutes ago, you agreed, forcing a smile upon your face as you said you would be honored to come, that nothing could keep you from attending the event.
You knew how it would look. You had been close for ages if you suddenly said ‘no’ to attending her engagement dinner. It would’ve looked off to say the least. So with a smile you agreed to attend what you were sure to be the worst night of your life.
4. Longest period of time it's taken you to write one fic?
If were counted completed ones I would say an exercise in yearning since that took me about 3 weeks to write give or take? But it mostly took me so long because I was trying to figure out how to end it for quite a bit. If we're talking unpublished I would say 4 years. Since in 2021 I started a tangled the series one shot, forgot about it, then rembered in 2 years later so i'm finally continuing it lol.
29. What's your most popular fic?
On here it's serenity! the first fic I published on this account, I think that one is the most popular though because i Published it back when kpop demon hunters x reader were still popular. However on Ao3 I think by hits it's An Exercise in Yearning since that has about 800-ish hits I believe.
Life has been crazy but i'm planning on hopefully posting a mira oneshot within the next month, and for the girl in purple I still plan to keep going with it!!! Just a reminder it will be written as a series of one shots so the next one will most likely take place a few weeks after the first chapter but hope you guys enjoy it!!! I'll share sneak peaks once it's closer to being published
I've been upset about the lack of kpdh fics lately so even though their not finished here are some sneak peaks for Mira.
“Well I wasn’t lying .” You said your eyes just barely missing the red coating Mira’s check. “I still think you look beautiful.’”
There weren’t enough words to describe how your complement felt, surely not enough to describe the blush, quickly forming on Mira’s cheecks. As she tried to remind herself Keep it together.
“T-Thanks.” She finally said catching her tone resuming her facade with limited efficiency trying to control the blush on her cheeks. “You look nice to.” She managed to sutter out underneath you judging eyes, hoping it didn’t sound nearly as pathetic l as she intended it to be.
The soft brown hue, The gentleness yet quiet determination within in them, in a way that was almost happy.
You found you liked them better that way.
Your eyes didn’t drift from those soft brown ones, as you countined “I… well I thought you didn’t like me.” You said trying to keep your voice steady, your gaze soft gentle, never wavering.
A/N- I'm thinking of making this a series of connected oneshots? So let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist for it.
Hospitals were a strange place.
Between the endless stream of doctors, the endless state of confusion you found yourself in seriously what in the world was a ‘fan?’ legal action? you had no idea how you were even meant to ‘pursue’ it when you barely recalled how to tie your shoes in this position. Everything was extremely confusing at best, impossible to comprehend at worst.
However there was one bit of comfort amidst this all that made this whole experience better. The one person who always made everything feel right.
The girl in Purple.
She showed up every day, always staying throughout the night, always offering up a comforting hand, a lingering touch and smile that managed to make your day better each and every time.
There wasn't enough words to describe how happy seeing her made up, because aside from being a sweetheart. You enjoyed her presence, at least- you were sure that's what the warm feeling in your chest indicated. She always managed to provide a certain light, a certain certainty that made everything feel okay again, despite the multiple all the surgeries and endless doctors roaming the hall. To the point where you couldn't help but feel extremely giddy seeing her every morning when you woke up. A certain warmth that only increased every time you saw her smile, causing your stomach to do backflips. The same way it always did with the feeling of adoration and comfort flooding through you whenever you saw her.
Sure, you didn’t know where she came from. But, You knew She had always been there from the first time you woke up. Always offering a soft comforting voice, a soothing hand, a soft smile that you could find yourself drowning in. a certain nervousness to her that made her endearing, something within her that made you feel safe, despite everything. Although there was a small part of you that was concerned with how worried she was. With a slight tremor in her hands that came every time she took yours that she couldn't quiet mask.
Still, that didn't take away from the fact that you were happy to keep her company. Especially when it meant you had the chance to make her feel better.
Which was exactly what you planned to do.
It was the fifth or sixth day that you were here, and you, something light enough to take things off her mind for awhile. Something she could feel happy doing.
funnily enough You were in the lead right now, funnily enough despite the fog in your head, you were still pretty decent at chess. The doctors had recommended it to stimulate your brain, funny because you were struggling to recall your moves, but were still good at it.
But was even more enjoyable was getting to watch her expressions from the wat her eyes subtly shift as she scanned the board, each time with a little small careful smile peaking through her features as she pondered her next move.
An expression you couldn't help by be allured by.
In your defense it was hard not to be- From the way her eyes scanned the board to the small smile that crept on her lips when she figured out a move, you couldn’t help but be captivated by how cute the expression was. Especially as you felt warmth worm through your being from just witnessing it. A certain care that made you want to bask in her presence forever. your attention only being diverted when you heard her laugh.
You heard her say a name, with so much warmth and tenderness that it made your heart stop before she emitted a soft chuckle barely able to keep the laughter out of her voice, saying the name once again laughing, a sound so lovely you were certain you could hear it forever. "Jagiya Its you're turn you can’t just stare at me all day"
You breaking out of your daze, you met her gaze. Before you looked down back at the board then at her and realized,
Oh right. You were supposed to be playing the game.
You couldn´t find it within yourself to feel bad about at the realization. As you felt a warm feeling creep up again. You tried to save face by moving your piece, 2 steps forward, 1 to the left. But you still couldn't keep your eyes off her. Especially when you saw that smile, that managed to light up your world.
You couldn’t help but feel your checks spread upon witnessing it again, a warm joyful feeling coursing through your bones once again, as you were reminded of your goal of keeping her happy. So, mirroring her actions you smiled you gently put your hands in hers..the way she liked it. unconsciously doing soft strokes, that made your heart warm, as you felt her cling tighter before an idea suddenly popped up in your head.
“21 questions.¨
Rumi's head perked up at that as she shot you a smile, it was different than the other ones she had given you, attempting to be serious but the way she was trying to hold in a laugh gave it away way too quickly. “What makes you think you won’t already know my answers?”
¨I'll surprise you." You said confidently, smiling at the challenge. Sure you didn't know much about her, but you were more than happy to learn. “Please.” you begged “just one question, and I’ll do anything you want.”
Never one to deny your pleading Rumi softened “Anything?” Rumi said, unable to keep the mirth from her voice as she did that laugh, the one that you could hear for hours and never get bored of.
”Anything.” You reconfirmed without hesitation, giving her that look and gentle hand squeeze that always made it impossible to say no.
”Fine” Rumi agreed laughing, her full attention was still on you, even as she rummaged through her thoughts for a question before deciding to go with something simple. "Alright, Favorite color?"
A myriad of thoughts came into your mind, some you didn’t even recognize, however there was one that always stood out to you. One that gave you a sense of warmness every time you looked at it, every time you thought of it.
“Purple.” You said almost automatically, as you looked up, a grin forming on your lips. “It just makes everything better.”
Rumi giggled, “Of Course.” She said interlacing her fingers within yours, before her eyes met yours again- a look of pure adoration as she studied you. "Okay, it's your turn now ask me a question."
Your eyes lit up, as a rush of giddiness hit you, and pushed you to keep going as you allowed your as your eyes drifted down. To the small little necklace adorning her neck.
“Your necklace where did you get it?” you said with playful curiosity as you watched her fingers carefully yet playfully twist
Rumi chuckled looking at you with amusement, "Guess."
You hummed trying to think, It wouldn’t surprise you if it was from someone else,
“Someone gave it to you?” You said hopefully, am
“Mhm.” She said amusement clear in her voice as her smile grew bigger, as she looked at you “Guess who?”
“Your Cousin?”
“I don’t have a cousin.”
“Your Friends?” You said guessing, Friends gave gifts right and for how endearing rumi was, you doubted she didn't have any. the only other person you could think of was was a romantic partner but that left your body feeling icky within you, so you quickly discarded the thought.
“Mira and Zoey didn’t give this to me.” Rumi said worriedly, her expression shifting as you could tell something was wrong.
Your expression grew guilty as you felt the disappointment in her features, “Oh..” you said “Well then, who gave it?”
Rumi's face fell immediately, her eyes never leaving you as her face fell, pure “Y-You did.” She explained trying to keep the confusion and heartbreak out of her voice. “During last years spring festival.” She said taking your in hers again as a reassurance for a sign that you were here. “I told you I loved you- do you not remember that?”
You looked down, trying to come up with an answer, to try to meet her eyes with some relief. Something to make her feel better.
But you couldn’t.
“No- I’m- I’m sorry.” You said trying to keep the smile on your face- one that was increasingly falling as you tried to come up with something, your heart beating louder as you looked at her. “S-should I?”
From the look of utter heartbreak on her face, you assumed you should have.
Rumi looked back up finally meeting your eyes as she heard you voice once again. “Y-yes.” she finally got out her hand still on yours, her eyes desperately searching yours for an answer for anything.
“You should” She said after a long pause, squeezing your hand harder, her voice trying not to break as she looked at you desperately searching for something that wasn't there. “it wasn’t that long ago-”
You looked up trying to meet her eyes, but despite her pleading gaze no matter how hard you tried you couldn't come up with anything.
¨I´m sorry.¨ you guilt filling up your tone ¨I-I dont.¨
You saw the way her face broke at that, and you couldn’t help something wrong fill your stomach.
It didn’t take long before one of the doctors came in and saw what was happening. Before they politely asked Rumi if they could talk to her outside. But you didn’t miss how they looked at her with pity as they took her outside.
You couldn’t hear what happened through the door, especially as you felt the confusion return as the doctors came back in reassuring you about something , someone you didn’t know before putting you back under again. As a fuzziness took over your brain while they scanned you.
All you knew was that you fell asleep calling out once again to the girl in purple, hoping that she was okay.
Since it's February, the month of love, here are some headcanons of how the girls celebrate Valentine's day with their partner. Consider it a little a Valentine's day gift from me to you.
She likes to to the more cheesy route when it comes to celebrating Valentine's day.
Best believe she has matching couple outfits planned out. Shirts, jewelry, goofy hats, ect.
She makes a big show of asking you to be her Valentine. Huge teddy bear, boxes of chocolate, flowers. Of course you say yes.
She uses the fact it's Valentine's day to crack up her affection. She's already the type of person to be the gross lovely-dovely couple but it's even worse.
Brags about you being her Valentine. Anyone and everyone has to hear about how amazing you are and how luck she is to call you her Valentine (granted you do the same things).
Loves to do the stereotypical couple date things like sharing a milkshake with two straws, feeding each other, and carving your initials in heart with "together 4 ever"
At the end of the night, I see Zoey taking you to a nice restaurant. Noting super fancy. You guys get dressed up a bit and
She gifts you a love song she wrote for you. It's not the first time she's done, after all you are her muse, but it's still special and very meaningful.
You gift her heart shape locket with a picture of the two of you from one of your favorite dates. She never takes off the necklace ever.
Before dating you? Said Valentines day was a scam. Thinks it's dumb to go all out for a single day in a year.
After dating you? She puts her all into it. She's planning things well in advance to ensure everything goes perfect.
She doesn't go as big as Zoey when it comes to asking you to be her Valentines. She's not into grand displays of affection. She simply gives you flowers before asking 'will you be my Valentine'. You, not being a fool, say yes.
While Zoey goes the more cheesy route, she goes the more romantic route. She takes you for a walking in a gorgeous garden, takes you to your favorite places.
Acts like a total gentlemen the whole day. You don't need to worry about getting the door, holding anything, or paying for anything because Miss lovegirl Mira has it covered.
You know Mira had reservations for a fancy restaurant book like 3 months in advance. If the weather is nice, it's on the roof top with candles and flower pelts everywhere.
During the whole dinner, her eyes never leave you. She couldn't take her eyes off of you if she wanted (she doesn't).
I think she would gift you promise rings cause as sappy and cheesy as that is, she wants to all this with you again next year, and the year after and those rings are of course a promise to do it all again every year for as long as you'll have Mira (which is forever).
I feel like Mira is lowkey sentimental so you gift her a scrapbook filled with little keepsakes from pervious dates. Movie tickets, pictures, pressed flowers, ect. Along with sweet and heartfelt notes from you. Yes she does cry a little bit.
Rumi, sweet sweet Rumi. Poor girl is lost. Doesn't know what to do. As we establish on this blog: She's a loser in a hot body. I head canon that she was so busy training as both a hunter and an idol that she never was really dating someone when Valentine's day rolled around.
I think you would have to take the lead for the most part. You would have to ask her to be your Valentine. She's a blushing mess but of course says yes before you could even finish asking her.
That's not to say she doesn't plan anything. She does. Of course she does. She books a table at a five star restaurant and she is going to end the night with some star gazing. The things before that? no idea what to d.
You take the lead thankfully. You take her to a bookstore and browse a it, have an ice cream date, go on a lovely walk in a nice park. Just a simple day.
When dinner rolls around, it's Rumi's turn to woo you. Both of you get dress up. Both of you look stunning. Dinner is great.
When dinner is over, she takes you to the spot she picked for star gazing. After a while of looking at the stars, Rumi gives you her gift.
Flowers. Flowers from her own garden. Her garden means the world to her so the fact she took flowers means so much.
It's hard to get someone who has tons of money a gift so you go with a handmade gift. It's a bit cheesy but you took a jar, painted with her favorite flowers and filled the jar with little note. All of them are reasons why you love her, how amazing she is and just little love notes for her to read when she misses you or feel sad.
Rumi may or many not have cried at how sweet the gift was (she did).
wooh! Requests yay! I’m sorry but your Y! Jinu notes have been living rent free in my mind so! For requests could I request a one shot of the yan Jinu fic where reader after sensing Rumi’s subtle stress over the gifts and how rumi looked when she took readers hand and begged reader not to eat anything that comes form derpy, or how when Rumi stays over she always seems to be watching for something and holding something not there her sword in case jinu thinks he can break in agian. Leaving R to have a feeling that this whole Jinu situation despite reader and him just being friends is stressing Rumi out.possibly even more than the stuff Rumi is not telling reader like her secret demon hunting, feeling unworthy of readers love due to the patterns, and finally getting rid of her demon heritage . Which she can’t blame Rumi for since jinu is charming, and you have been giving him a lot of attention recently since you two have had a lot of sudden collabs + you considering him a friend. So, reader aware of rumis stress even if they aren’t aware of all the causes dosent want to add onto it, because they love rumi! They don’t want her to be worried decides that maybe she should tell Jinu to stop sending gifts over. because even if she finds them sweet and totally harmless rumis clearly stressed out about them. So after a game show that reader and Jinu got assigned to last minute because Jinu being a sneaky bastard managed to convince readers manger without their knowledge. They have a admittedly fun time,he even wins reader a prize with their favorite stuffed animal Sure he was also kinda being a little to touchy but reader just assumes he’s doing it for the ratings and he’s naturally an affectionate person so y/n lets it slide. But, when filmings done reader takes Jinu to a private room. Because she dosent want to hurt his feelings- she dosent even think Jinu has a romantic interest in her but she dosent want to embarrass him by talking about it publicly. Besides it’s not like Jinu could be romanticallyinto y/n! He should’ve react to harshly Reader still loves Jinu as a friend a lot they explain that they find his gestures incredible and really, really sweet! But they can’t go forward with the whole letter and gift giving thing as silly as it sounds because it just seems to romantic-reader knows it’s not his intention! She dosent blame him for it but reader also explains kindly that while their sure jinu dosent love them like that they dont feel that way about Jinu, but they really hope he can understand since she does love him as a friend, and she wants to spend time with him it just can’t be in that context.
Honestly Readers first mistake was having this conversation in a secluded room away from prying eyes, where none would notice Jinu knocking them out. their second one was thinking Jinu would just let them leave after that, sure he was planning on kidnapping you anyway but it’s a shame he has to do it 2 weeks early and get a little creative but he can’t let you walk out of the studio back to rumi just so she can continue to brainwash you.
Broke The Camel's Back
Tags: Jinu/Reader, Rumi/Reader, F!Reader, One-Sided Love (On Jinu's Side), Yandere!Jinu, Delusional Behavior, Obsessive/Possessive Behavior, Kidnapping
WC: 2500
In hindsight; this had been a long time coming.
You hadn’t thought too much about Jinu and his behavior at first. He was a rookie idol, still finding his feet in this cutthroat industry; you had been in his shoes before, you knew how hard it could be, how overwhelming everything was. So, it had only been natural that you’d want to offer him, and the other Saja Boys help where you could.
A few supportive words, some pieces of advice, some suggestions on which reporters to avoid and what venues they’d want.
The result was that Jinu seemingly imprinted on you like a lost little duckling. Honestly, you thought it was cute at first, the way he’d always immediately seek you out, how he’d always turn to you when he had questions, or needed some help.
He was what you would have called a sweetheart. Always sharing the gifts he got—flowers he couldn’t take with him, chocolates he couldn’t eat—and always showing so much interest in what you’ve been up to, what your plans were.
Jinu was just trying to be your friend, nothing more. Though…he did always get a little cross whenever you mentioned Rumi.
It was obvious he didn’t like your girlfriend. But considering that the Saja Boys and Huntr/x had an unspoken rivalry going on for reasons you couldn’t understand, you weren’t too surprised.
He had a strange special skill of always managing to cross paths with you no matter where you were.
You could be on your way to the penthouse and he’d show up, on his way to rehearsal or some event, and decide to walk with you the rest of your way. Or you’d be waiting for Rumi for a lunch or coffee date, and while Rumi was running late, he just so happened to be stopping in for a bite or a drink and would keep you company until Rumi arrived.
It was never anything you thought much of. But—it was obvious that the way he orbited around you bothered Rumi.
“Are you sure you have to go in tomorrow?” Rumi asked suddenly, face buried in your shoulder as the two of you cuddled in her bed.
Her bed.
She had been insisting that you spend the night at her place more often lately, had been more physically affectionate lately. You weren't sure where this all came from, but you certainly weren’t going to complain if it meant you got more hugs from Rumi.
You hummed, toying with her braid. “You know that I can’t just cancel an event on a whim.”
Rumi grumbled, shifting to move her head from your shoulder to the crook of your neck, her breath tickling against your skin. “I know… but why does it have to be with him?”
The ‘him’ in question was obvious, and her irritation seeped through with how her hold on your tightened.
“That’s how collabs work, Rumi.”
She growled something in response, words too muffled by your neck to make sense of, but the intent and feelings behind them were clear.
Normally curled up together in bed like this the mood was something softer, loving. It was hard to be mad or upset when they were cuddled together, tangled up in each other’s arms.
Hard, but not impossible, as seen by Rumi’s dour mood.
You didn’t like this.
You didn’t like seeing her so bothered. She was clearly jealous by what Jinu was doing—and you weren’t so naïve to not notice how the media was spinning this as some kind of love triangle.
Seeing Rumi stressed was something you always hated, and you hated it even more knowing you were making it worse.
Rolling over so you were sprawled atop of her, you traced her cheek with your hand, giving her no choice but to look at you.
“How about this? I can talk to him tomorrow after the show,” you suggested, your thumb tracing soft figures against her cheek, feeling how she relaxed against you. “I know he doesn’t mean any harm, but I can set firmer boundaries with him. Would that make you feel better?”
Rumi’s arms moved to encircle your waist, pulling you flush against her even as her mouth twisted into a frown.
“I’d like it better if you didn’t even need to be in the same room as him,” she mumbled, nuzzling against your hand. “But—let me be there when you talk with him. Please. I’d feel a lot better if I was there with you for it.”
With a soft laugh, you had to bite back the instinctive urge to point out that Jinu was harmless. He was a clueless dork, what was the worst he could do? But that wouldn’t help Rumi at all.
Instead, you leaned forward to give her a soft kiss. “That’s fine with me. You’ve got a meeting with Bobby tomorrow, right? Once your done, swing by the studio, and we can talk to him once the show is done.”
“After the show,” Rumi confirmed quietly, “I’ll be there.”
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The show itself had gone well. The games were fun, and honestly—you always had a good time with Jinu.
He had a way of always putting you at ease, of making you laugh at his silly jokes. It was hard not to enjoy yourself when working with him.
“Here, you just got to hold it like this,” he’d said as he helped you line up a shot for one game they were doing—some carnival-like shooting game where they were trying to knock down bottles that had other idols on them.
The whole theme of the show seemed to be ‘carnival games’.
When you managed to make three of your five shots, Jinu cheered for you, pulling you into a celebratory hug while the live audience beyond the stage laughed and clapped.
There had been another game, probably chosen specifically because of the Saja Boys; the ring toss with the soda brand they were collaborating with as the targets. Jinu had demolished the game, and had proudly offered you the prize of a small tiger plushie.
It was just platonic.
Friendly.
He was just being nice.
Jinu was a touchy person. Always extra touchy for the cameras, playing it up to increase ratings and interest from the fans.
You understood the logistics behind why he was the way he was. Throwing in silly little one-liners, letting his touches linger, acting so dorky and suave.
But the way the crowd went aww had your ears burning, and your mind flashing with thoughts of Rumi.
Right.
You liked his friendship, you liked his companionship—but you needed to set things straight, set some boundaries, get him to understand that he needed to take a step back. This didn’t mean you didn’t like him any less, or that you didn’t want him to be your friend. This was about making sure your girlfriend felt comfortable.
Only problem is that said girlfriend had texted you halfway through the show; apparently there had been an emergency on her end, and she wouldn’t be able to make it. Rumi wanted them to reschedule the ‘talk’ for another day.
Now, you could do that. Wait until all their schedules managed to align next and pray that none of them had something last-minute get in the way again—easier said than done—or…
Or you could take matters into your own hands, set things straight here and now.
Make it so Rumi wouldn’t have to stress over the rumors among fans or how affectionate Jinu was, so that you could give her some peace of mind and make things just a little easier for her.
Honestly, it seemed like such an easy choice to make.
You never had any issues talking to Jinu on your own before, and this should be no different. It wasn’t like he had any real romantic interest in you; he was just an affectionate person and played it up for the fans. It’d be an easy conversation to have.
And so, once filming was done, you asked Jinu to come back to the dressing room with you. Better to have a talk like this in private, after all.
Jinu had been more than happy to come along, smiling so brightly, you were sure that if this were an anime, he’d have little flowers floating around his dazzling bright face as he followed behind you.
You waited until the door was closed behind him.
“So, Jinu,” you started, watching as he perked up at your voice. He was like a little puppy, it was adorable. “Look, not to, you know, cut to the chase and whatnot. But I’m cutting to the chase; we need to talk.”
Immediately, his posture stiffened. “Uh-oh, am I in trouble?” he asked with a grin and a nervous laugh.
Maybe you came on too strong with that opener. “No, you’re not in trouble. It’s not that kind of talk,” you assured him. “You know all those rumors with the fanbase, right? About you and me?”
The stiffness was gone in an instant and his smile widened. “They think we make an adorable couple.”
You nodded along.
They did think that, and while it was cute in it’s own way, you could see how that would bother Rumi. No one liked hearing that people thought their partner made a better couple with someone else.
“That’s kind of the problem,” you said, “could you maybe dial it back a bit?”
You watched as Jinu’s smile fell, his expression twisting into confusion. Right, he probably didn’t understand what you were talking about.
You needed to get straight to the point rather than dance around the subject. Don’t be mean about it, otherwise he’ll be hurt, but you needed to be blunt. Leave no room for ambiguity.
“Don’t get me wrong; I like spending time with you. You’ve been an amazing friend,” you started off with a smile, a gentle tone. “I want to keep spending time with you. But, we’re just friends—and I get that you’re super affectionate, that’s your thing—but I’m not comfortable with fans speculating that we’re dating when I’m already in a happy relationship.”
Jinu’s expression furrowed, “You don’t—you don’t like me showing that I care?” he asked, looking like he was genuinely struggling with what you were saying.
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that you tend to lay it on thick, so to speak,” you explained. “You’re my friend, Jinu, I like being your friend. But sometimes the things you say or do can be read as a bit more than just ‘friendly’, and I’d appreciate it if maybe you could tone things down a bit.”
There, you said what you needed to. Now you just had to wait for Jinu to nod along, maybe throw in a laugh or joke about it, and agree. Then you both could go on with your day.
Only, he did none of that.
Jinu said nothing for a good long moment as he studied you, you could have swore his expression even tightened.
The longer the silence went on, the longer the wait took, the more uncomfortable you began to feel. Suddenly you felt terribly small under his scrutinizing gaze.
“Did Rumi tell you to do this?” Jinu finally asked.
Hearing your girlfriend’s name, you looked up, “What? I mean—” she sort of was why you were having this talk. But she didn’t tell you to. This had been your idea. “This isn’t about Rumi.”
“Of course it is,” Jinu snapped back, and you flinched. He’d never snapped at you before. “You would never have made this decision yourself. She hates the idea that you could enjoy spending your time with someone else."
"Now hold on here—Rumi is not jealous like that—”
He glared at you, and for a moment you could have swore his eyes were yellow.
A moment passed and he directed his gaze to the ceiling. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuck!”
You took a wary step back, suddenly reconsidering all those thoughts about how safe you'd be with Jinu, how harmless he was. You felt like a trapped hare quivering in front of a starving wolf.
It was no better for him, he was seething at this turn of events, it was taking everything he had not to let the full flood of emotions he felt to show.
Jinu had always considered himself a patient man.
He waited patiently for four hundred years for his chance for freedom. He waited patiently each day as the dominos for Huntr/x’s fall were carefully lined-up. He’s been waiting patiently for you to finally open your eyes and see him.
Yet you were truly testing that patience, and Jinu was tired of waiting.
He had a plan; he was going to sweep you off your feet and carry you away with him fully willingly and accepting, having realized how much better he was for you than your girlfriend.
But Rumi had sank her claws in so deep that you were pushing him away.
That wasn’t something he could let you do.
No. No, no, no, no, no. You weren’t allowed to push him away. You weren’t allowed to pull away. You weren't allowed to leave him.
But that’s okay. This was all okay.
You weren’t doing this because you wanted to push him away. No, no, no, you never would. You were only doing this because Rumi had told you to do so.
You liked having him around—you said it yourself! You like him. You liked his presence. You liked him being in your life! It was Rumi who was trying to separate you.
And you were just going along with it like a mindless, spineless, worm.
You were just so naïve, so innocent. That adorably stupid mind of yours unable to accept that your girlfriend would never give you what you need. Would never love you the way that you deserved—the way Jinu could.
But you were still the one going along with her, the one pushing him away. That wasn't something he could ignore.
This was your fault, he justified, you were the one forcing his hand.
“I am sorry for this,” Jinu told you sweetly, and before you could even try to speak, he had closed the distance.
He pulled you against him—one hand clasped over your mouth to silence your words before they could come out, his other arm drawn tight against your throat, pressing hard into the tender flesh.
You thrashed and squirmed, but the end result was clear. You were still a weak, fragile human, and Jinu a demon. No matter how deep your nails dug into his forearm, how hard you pulled against him, his hold didn’t break. The pressure on your neck didn’t ease.
It was only a few seconds, it felt like eternity, before you went completely limp, slumped against him.
Jinu cooed, adjusting his hold so he could carry and cradle you instead, nuzzling against your head. “I’m sorry, but you made me do this,” he murmured, if you might hear him in your unconscious state.
It was too early, he hadn’t even finished setting up your room, yet. But it was clear that you couldn’t stay with Rumi any longer. She was already poisoning you against him.
Ah well. Jinu would make do with what he had. At least now he’d be able to get your input as he finished your room—it could be fun.
Renovating the space together like those couples on the internet do in their little videos always seemed so romantic. He'd had more than a few fantasies about that simple, domestic life together.
Oh, you’ll be disoriented when you came to, confused about where you were and why. But once Jinu explained what was going on, helped you understand that he was the one for you, you’d thank him for saving you.
“Come on, sweetheart, it’s time to go home,” Jinu purred, giving you a kiss to the cheek.
With that, you and him were both gone in a cloud of smoke.
I thought I was going to drop the semi-fluffly rumi fic next week that only has a few drops of angst, but I'm going to be so honest the other very angsty fic is calling my name, so maybe expect that to drop soon within the next week.
Mira falling in love with you doesn’t happen all at once instead is a collection of moments that leads to her realizing she can be safe with you without judgement.
For example You notice Mira isn't feeling great, but you can read her like an open book and you notice this is one of the days she wants company but doesn't know to ask 'how'
So sensing this you invite her out to go on a few mundane errands, like to the grocery store, the dishwasher etc. before ending it off with a coffee shop date to place you and Mira first met. You never force her to talk much, just allowing Mira to cling to you. something that means the world to her as while she’s not always in the mood for talking she is in the mood for spending time with you.
So, naturally the first time Mira realizes she’s in love with you come from one of these moments in a coffee shop.
You're both sitting there with you ordering from the menu and once she’s done she noticed you staring at her.
Not in a before you just quietly took her hand gently stroking it asking how her day was, you don’t bristle when she attempts to lie but instead just give her that same soft understanding look that indicated that you’d be ready when she was ready to talk. As you took her mind off of it with other topics.
Later that night when she comes to talk with you, airing out her frustrations.. you don’t try to dissect her.. you don’t become hostile when she mentions something you did that irritated her you listen and go
"Oh okay, how can we fix this?”
At first she’s stunned since no-one’s ever done that for her before- not her brother not her family- no-one. It just makes Mira realize that you’ll always stay no matter how hard it gets because you care for her.
Mira watches you for the next few weeks clinging onto that promise, and to her surprise you actually do, continuously showing up, still loving her earnestly and tenderly despite her flaws and that's the first time Mira realizes she loves you.
But the idea is Terrifying to her. Because what if you don't love her back? Sure, You both have been dating for awhile but what if all your acts of kindness are just you being nice? She can't bare the idea of confessing because there's no way you could feel the same about her.
Therefore, she becomes oblivious to the idea that you could ever feel the same way towards her.
You make Mira breakfast every morning and wake up up with a good morning kiss? you’re just being affectionate.
You’re looking at her tenderly like she’s the most amazing person in the world when she’s just talking? You just happen to be happy
You accidentally let it slip on an interview that Mira is the love of your life, the reason you wake up in the morning and person who keeps you going. Well….You’re just being….extra affectionate! you must have had a lot to drink yesterday. you’re always like this.
Time, and time again Mira will keep saying things, making excuses despite every loving touch, for a reason that you’re not in love with her.
So, she never told you how she felt ,instead masking it with 'accidental' gestures. Anytime you mention wanting something and get that adorable look in your eyes that she loves? She offers to buy it for you, while playing it off. Anytime you do anything endearing that makes her want to declare her love to you? She either brushes it off or holds you close joining in on your laughter and hoping that you don't notice how tender she became when you gave her the slightest glance.
She kept this thinking up until one day you both are sitting on the couch, with your hands on her face as you whispered giggling, your hands tracing her face carefully yet softly as if you didn’t want to disrupt this moment, where her eyes were focused on you as you were sitting in between her legs, one hand on her thigh the other gently padding her face as you wiped the remaining makeup off her face.
Despite her teasing, you stopped for a minute to just look at her as you cupped her face gently while she was speaking, your hands gentle as you looked into her eyes really looked the words just flowing out of your mouth naturally.
“Hey listen Mira, I’m never going to walk away no matter how much to try.” You laughed while still playing with her hair your voice filled with determination as you wiped off her eye shadow. “I’ll still be here no matter what.”
Despite your simple words, something about the way you said it with complete determination, and that look you gave to her while saying it did something to Mira. It made her realize that you wouldn't leave, no matter how harsh or stubborn she was at times you were never going away.
And that realization just did something to Mira, it made her fully realize that you were staying no matter what you weren't going away.
So, she begins slowly making an attempt to be herself around you, wearing her polar bear pajamas more often, trying to be more unabashed in her affection by holding you for longer and pulling you into her lap.
The idea that you may leave is still terrifying to Mira, but with your assurances and you indulging in her interests by buying a matching set of polar bear pajamas, and staying during her affection sessions, something Mira enjoys immensely especially when your gaze is growing more tender to her with each day. The fears slowly but surely begin to vanish, replaced with the feeling of Mira finally growing comfortable with the idea of being loved by you.
And that day when you finally confess your love? Mira is never letting you go.
Good news! Should have a set of headcannons out within the next 1-2 days, I would say that I should have a short Rumi fic out within the next 4 days-2ish weeks at the latest.
Wanted to get sone of these out last week but didn’t happen so here’s some sneak peaks!
However there was one bit of comfort amidst this all that made this whole experience better. So, despite every muscle aching in your body you always made an effort to look towards her,
The girl in Purple.
You weren’t exactly sure when she had showed up. you knew you enjoyed her presence, at least- you were sure that's what warm feeling in your chest indicated especially with how you couldn't help but feel a sense of fondness whenever she spoke. You just weren't sure where she came from.
, you knew She had always been there from the first time you woke up. Always offering a soft comforting voice, a soothing hand, a sweet smile that you could find yourself drowning in. a certain nervousness to her that made her endearing, something within her that made you feel safe, despite everything.
You were determined to make her feel better.
“
Her fingers automatically curled around your cheeck grazing it with softness she knew she didn't deserve to replicate.
"Yeah..of course..i..i know." Rumi said trying to hide the lie from her voice, trying to ignore the fact that she was lying to you agian. Something she swore she would never do. But she knew she had to.”
“The flowers she had picked out from earlier this morning were still fresh y/f. Straight from the garden, she used to traverse with you whenever you were coming back from getting something for Rumi. As she laid them down carefully on the site all spaced out just like you liked them. Trying to avoid looking at the tombstone but it was inevitable.
The sight was wrong she could never ignore it. Not when the signs were there everyday. In the way Rumi barely flicked around the house aimlessly, in the way she cried and screamed in the middle of the night. In the way you would never be here agian.
ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.
Summary- After seeing you at a huntr/x concert Rumi is desperate to ask you out, the only issue is Rumis terrible at finding a way to ask you out.
Tags- rumi is an absolute simp here, fluff, reader is implied to be in the entertainment industry, Slight Stalkerish Behavior? Developing Relationship, 4 times +1 trope, f/g is favorite genre of music. WC-4,000
A/N- If you wanna be apart of my writing taglist for kpop demon hunters feel free to either message me!
To be fair Rumi knew how weird this might seem but she couldn't find it within herself to back out now when it meant she had the potential to see you again.
Rumi had met you at Huntr/xs meet and greet during their last tour in Busan. You had taken your little sister to see the show as apart of a deal you made with her.
She should’ve realized by the way her heart was thumping upon hearing your voice she never stood a chance.
You were lovely, none could deny that. Rumi had been smitten from the first moment she saw you walk up and gently introduce your little sister. saying her name- your name so carefully with a little smile that melted Rumis heart, making it impossible for her to want look anywhere but you. Something that wasn't helped by how easy it was to talk to you. How easily you were able to go on about a conversation about everything from industry standards, to music with your little sister butting in with the conversation drifted to places you spent time in. Yours eyes shining with every word or gesture Rumi made- another feature Rumi wouldn't mind drowning in she thought as the pen glided loosely in her hand trying not to lose herself as your eyes were looking at her so sweetly, as if she was the only person in the world.
"I don't know I like the ones outside of the city, But I go to Cafe Kitsune during my lunch break." You said holding your sister close, as Rumi was sighing the poster although her eyes were still trained towards you as she mentally made a note of the information as something important, repeating it over and over again in her mind. As she nodded trying to keep her eyes off of staring at you for to long, about to open her mouth before she saw the security guard tapping your shoulder.
She was about to say something before she realized it had been over 15 minutes. something she didn't realize because the time passed easily when talking to you. Her eyes couldn't help but hopelessly follow your form as it left.
For the next few months she couldn't get you off of her mind, with Rumi's mind always somehow drifting off to your warmth- to your voice-to your smile. On constant repeat to the point where the thought of not seeing you or your smile again made her heart ache.
So, she knew that as soon as she stepped in Seoul she had to see you. But how could she do it? She didn't have your phone number or know anyone close to you- until she recalled the conversation you both had and remembered something-
Your Favorite Cafe.
So, with a renewed sense of hope Rumi was here over 68 days later, and 17 hours later. Her eyes trained on the coffee that she ordered as she fidgeted with her phone hoping for you to appear and one day you finally did.
Rumi had been waiting at the usual table, waiting patiently before hearing the familiar chime of the door where you walked in. You had looked slightly different with your formal outfit in the concert being replaced by a stage costume and light makeup. But that didn’t stop Rumis heart from beating softly out of her chest at the soft realization
You were here.
She was seeing you again.
She couldn’t take her eyes off your smile, the way your eyes crinkled and your lips turning slightly upwards, as you listened to the cashier, your ears perking up as you did so. It was as if your eyes were made of starlight and Rumi never wanted to look away. Your smile so was pure so soft at that moment that for once, Rumi thought of it being trained on her for a small amount of time. The thought causing her heart to warm in ways she didn’t expect, as you began walking thanking the barista for your order. your eyes came closer and closer to her direction your hand-
Oh.
This was bad she thought as the coffee spilt on the floor. A realization that only turned worse as she realized you were now looking directly at her.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry-“ You said, picking up the nearest napkins to help, your hands meeting-touching Rumi realized- suddenly making her self conscious of her own, were her hands clean enough? she didn't want to ruin things ruin you by being dirty. As you wiped the mess off her clothes. Rumi stood there for a moment frozen in a daze as you cleaned her up as she realized you were not only looking her- you were touching her.
She tried to close the gaping hole in her mouth until she realized you thought you caused this whole mess not her, she could see the blame already taking over your features. With you lifting out your hand where she gladly took as she scrapped herself off “Are you okay- I never mean to hurt you.”
“Ah-I mean no- I'm sorry.” She said snapping out of the daze trying to recover from the delicate way your hand touched hers before painfully pulling hers away not wanting to make it awkward. “It’s not your fault I simply dropped my coffee because I was to busy-“staring at you she blurted before you spoke your head “No- no it’s fine.” You laughed “I should be helping you." You said Rumi spotted the brief coffee stain on your shirt costume.
“I'm Rumi” She said rushing to introduce herself like she practiced a 12 times in the mirror about a dozen times. She thought she was getting somewhere when you looked up at her once she looked at your face warmth spreading at the concern in your eyes as you shook your head.
You were about to open your mouth to respond when suddenly your phone started ringing, with you shouting her an apologetic smile as you answered and even from here she could hear the harsh voice of your manager.
You grimaced in response to whatever he was saying. For a moment Rumi worried but her worries evaporated as you looked at her apologetically, "I'm so sorry I have to run but If i see you again here I'll make it up to you okay?" You said as she nodded guilt filling her features as you rushed off, her eyes watching your form as it left.
Well that was a bust.
The next time she saw you was thankfully better. In the weeks that led up to seeing you again Rumi had learned 2 things from your original encounter 1) you were incredibly sweet, you and you didn't even seem that mad when she knocked into you. As, embarrassing as it was it left room for an opportunity to at least ask you to lunch. After all if you didn't get mad at her spilling your drink all over you...surely you wouldn't be so angry as to reject her offer to sit down she hoped.
So on the seventh day when she saw you, she finally gained the courage to approach. She saw you standing their ordering smiling again. With careful steps, Rumi let her feet lead the way-and glide themselves towards you as brought up her finger and did a soft gentle tap on your shoulder. Hoping, praying that you would respond.
You turned back, slight confusion written on your face, as you met Rumis Eyes, and her slightly nervous expression as she tried to calm down her nerves.
Rumi breathed as she met your pretty expression, trying to control herself and the tremble in her voice as she tried to control the words in the back of her mouth. "Would you like to sit with me?" She nervously got out hoping silently that you wouldn't reject her. Maybe she should've gotten Mira or Zoey for this maybe- She thought as you stared at her before a smile began to form on your face. You were stunned at first before a look of recognition took over your features.
"Oh- yeah, you're the girl that I met last week right Ru-Rumi, right?" You said as Rumi nervously nodded, trying not to combust at the thought of you remembering her name. She nodded nervously giving confirmation as you smiled gently “Lead the way.”
Rumi led you to the table trying to keep her trembling hands under control as she sat you down at the table nervously pulling out the chair across from her, hoping she did it right.
You sat on the other side, and for a moment Rumi was happy with just having you here, as she tried to recall the conversation starters from the dating book she read
"So.." Rumi started off, clenching her hands on her pants as she remembered to focus and to not get lost in the way "What do you like to do?" she got out slowly feeling a internal sigh of relief when she finally asked the question and you turned back a soft smile as you pondered the question.
"Like?" You thought for a bit rumi could only hope you didn't notice how nervous she was.. "Well I've been listening to a band recently The Historic Bangers?
Oh. That was good Rumi could talk about that, while she hadn't intentionally listening to the band, she had still gotten some exposure from Zoey. This was good she could talk about this.
"Oh yeah the f/g group, their sound is really unique" She started off, recalling more info about the group from one of Zoey's tangents. "Their a blend of rock and.. f/n right?" She expected you to cringe at her awful delivery, since Rumi was well aware it didn't come off as smooth as she intended. However, you didn't judge. instead smiling genuinely, your eyes lighting up so brightly it made Rumis heart instantly warm, at how bright and warm it was. "Their Amazing." You said in a overjoyed voice a sound so amazing it made Rumi want to hear it endlessly.
Rumi did her best to shoot you a charming look hoping you would continue, becoming overjoyed when you did. As she basked in your joyful expression for a solid 7 minutes as you counited to rave about the band. While Rumi just listened to you as if her life depended on it. You looked so happy getting all excited like this, your eyes lighting up with joy- a sight she was certain she could watch all day until-
Her phone ringed.
She instantly felt regretful as your eyes moved from ranting to her phone. As a apologetic look took over your face. She didn't even notice it until She felt your eyes drift to the ring with an apologetic glance.
Rumi answered it only being able to give short answers her brain still far to caught up on you. Before Bobby delivered the news that they needed her back at the studio early.
Rumi visibly deflated at the news she wanted to spend more time with you more than anything but she knew she couldn't let Bobby down especially when they needed her.
“I’m sorry.” She said apologetically trying to not look away from your eyes. Your eyes tearing apart from her apologetically “I’m sorry I just realized I went on for so long.” You said apologetically but Rumi instantly shook her head.
“No it's fine." Rumi said a smile in her voice as she looked at you, she only wished she could talk with you longer.
Her eyes met you as she spoke softly trying to remember the advice given in that book, as she tried to recall her train of thought as she slowly forced the words out of her mouth trying to appear casual despite how much she desperately wanted it.
"No..it-it's okay" Rumi said her voice trying to appear more confident a hard thing to do when she was already so dazed from your smile. "Maybe You could make it up to me next time?"
At first Rumi thought she had overstepped- maybe she should've done it in a softer voice- maybe.
Your eyes perked back up at hers before you nodded "Oh- of course." You said agreeing and Rumi nodded, trying to hide the giddiness in her chest as she nodded, feeling more than content with at your agreement. As the possibility of spending any amount of time with you was enough to make her heart flutter.
"I'll be there."
To Rumi's joy your coffee meet ups had become a regular part in your schedule.
Every Day when she arrived at the coffee shop at 11:45 am you would be there, always pulling over a chair with no qualms when she came over if there was one missing, so that she could sit with you, so she could talk with you.
Meaning she finally had a chance to talk to you regularly- even if it was just nodding along trying to figure out what to say, you never judged her for her awkwardness when she spoke. Instead offering her the same kind, gentle smile that made her heart warm every single time. and the times when she did talk- you always listened paying attention to her every word with those same kind eyes that always made her heart warm- that always made her feel like you weren't judging her but instead seeing her and that meant more to Rumi than any words could say.
"You know." you said one day smiling at her while Rumi was mindlessly sipping her straw looking at the way you brushed your hair out of your face. until she suddenly realized you were smiling at her. oh that was good- she liked that and she could already feel the blush coating her checks as the thought of your smile easily filled her head, and how she longed for it to be concentrated on her.
"You know," You said your voice bringing her out of her thoughts, twirling your straw carefully mixing your drink genuine curiosity in your eyes. “It's quite strange that we've been talking yet don't have each other phone numbers." You mentioned casually, your eyes diverting from hers "You don't have to give it to me of course, but it would be nice to have." you said sweetly before looking at Rumi and her heart froze.
She tried to control herself as the rushes of 'ohmygod' repeated in her mind endlessly. Trying to figure out what to do, as she heard her heat beating rapidly in her chest from how much she wanted this. As she did her best to guide her hands to a nearby napkin her hands trembling.
"Oh- Oh yeah I can do that," She said attempting trying to keep her voice steady as her hands shook, as she nervously sighed the napkin with her number on it. +82 32-3680-1709 she repeated in her head praying that she hadn't gotten it wrong. Before, Nervously handing the napkin it off to you.
A feeling that was not helped by how your eyes quietly glanced over the napkin analyzing the number before smiling. A small 'Ping coming through Rumi's Phone as she checked it with anticipation.
Relief bubbled up in her stomach as she saw the text, a soft laugh bubbling in her chest as she saw the your first text.
"Smiley faces really?" She said not being able to control her laugh, as you joined her, giggling. "Yes, Smiley faces it's an artistic choice- now." You said refocusing your eyes on her, a bright grin appearing on your face as your fingers subtly glided towards hers as gently, slowly. As if you were testing the waters to see if she really wanted the contact or if she preferred to go on without it.
Rumi blushed, before taking your hand slowly but surely, letting it meet hers as a soft smile erupted on her face. With rumi becoming lost for words. Giddiness erupting in her chest Because this was your hand meeting hers for the first time. You mirrored her smile looking at her, your eyes light and considerate as you spoke.
"You know there's a carnival coming to town on the 26th. I was wondering if you would like to-“ Rumi wasn't able to internalize your next set of words, only being able to register the gentle caress of your fingers against hers, hoping she wasn't looking flabbergasted as felt. As she felt the news suddenly hit her.
You were asking to spend time with her.
You wanted to spend time with her.
“I-I would love to .” Rumi said without thinking, nodding like a deer in the headlights, a feeling that only grew as you leaned in and laughed softly.
"Perfect" You said still smiling and glancing at her, "I'll send you the address and time don't be afraid to let me know if anything happens okay? especially since we have each others phone numbers now." You said with a little giggle gesturing to your phone with a smirk as you looked at the time, your voice gentle as your attention shifted from her to her phone, finally bringing her out of a daze. "Is your manager calling you?
Rumi looked to the side finally noticing her phone ringing among the swarm of her thoughts. Rumi carefully took her phone out of her pocket hoping silently that you wouldn’t let go just yet. As she answered, Bobby's enthusiastic voice came through asking where she was, since it was getting close to her break being over.
Rumi hung up after the call frowning as she tried to meets your eyes. "I'm so sorry I have to go." Rumi said standing up still holding your hand, even if the act of doing so made her blush. "But I promise I'll get back to you okay?" You nodded your voice understanding "Of course, I'll walk you out okay?" Rumi nodded trying to contain her excitement as she collected her bag, she wanted to make sure everything looked at least somewhat perfect, before going on a walk with you.
You waited patiently for her, opening the door on your way out of the cafe? and if you both happened to make a quick stop to get Rumi something to eat before practice you wouldn't tell.
It had been no secret that Rumi had been practically been glued to her phone for a week.
Anytime it rang with a slight ding she was already racing with it, her heart warming and her hands trembling as she quickly responded as the ring meant that it was a message from you.
The texts were a comforting touch especially since she couldn't see you at the coffee shop as often due to both of you being busier as of late. However you still made the effort to send her texts every few days, checking in if she was could still make it to the carnival date and about other general things that just came to your mind. The gesture of you doing that always warmed Rumi's heart, Especially when you offered to drop her off food whenever you got the chance. although those encounters were a disaster where she usually lost her train of thought whenever you left although she didn't want to think about that especially when- all she could remember was that you smiling at her, before leaving, well that and Mira and Zoey's teasing.
But, finally the day she had been waiting for had arrived, It was finally the day you Rumi were supposed to meet. The day she had been waiting for. Rumi had of course come prepared, putting on her nicest casual outfit and giving herself a pep talk before heading out the door and waiting.
It was 11:42 and Rumi worried for once that you weren't coming, her heart sinking immediately at the thought. However her whole world turned upside down when she finally saw you standing amid the crowd waving at her.
Rumi slowly but surely treaded over to you, reminding herself of her pre-rehearsed lines that she was barely able to stutter through when she saw your smile, something she realized you didn't mind from the way your smile grew as you took her hand reassuring her it was alright. even when she tried to apologize for getting lost.
Besides that the rest of your time spent together was great. It was hard for Rumi not to have a fun time with you, especially when you were being so sweet and a goof ball. Insisting on paying and winning everything in sight, for Rumi in sight. Giving Rumi the biggest grin as you bestowing any prize you won upon Rumi no matter how small, or how ridiculous it was. An action that set Rumis heart ablaze every time a feeling that wasn't helped by utterly adorable you were being this entire time.
It wasn't until after everything when you both were walking back from the carnival, with matching bracelets you had won from a carnival game and corndogs- that while looking in your eyes she finally Blurted out the feelings she had been hiding for weeks.
"Listen I-I really like you," Rumi blurted out, attempting to gather all her courage to say her next few words "You Mean..a lot to me and I..I was wondering if you would be willing to go on a date with me-" She emphasized "If you don't want to I understand-"
Her body was already bracing itself expecting your reaction to be awful. This was your first time hanging out together she knew she knew she wasn't supposed to ask you out just yet- and she didn't want to ruin anything, yet perhaps it wasn't to late to take it back, she thought before she heard it.
Your laugh.
It was softer than any melody she could manage to sing, But more importantly, it was warm. The sound replaying in her heart over and over again she she heard Your voice fill with softness as you said, “Yes, of course Rumi. I would love to go on a date with you.” you said taking her hand, forcing Rumi to really look at you for the first time since asking that question as she met your eyes.
You appeared happy and overjoyed just the exact same way she been this entire time. You weren't angry at her, but instead you looked were happy, as if this was something you wanted as well and that made Rumi feel overjoyed and gave her the courage needed to push forward. "I just need to know the time so I can tell my manager but after that I promise, I'm all yours."
"Yeah- Yeah of course." Rumi said nodding like a deer in the headlights as she mirrored your expression a slow smile growing on her face as she realized.
She was going on a date with you.
With newfound confidence in her Voice Rumi nodded, a slow grin forming on her face "We can do something Next Saturday would that be okay?" she asked mentally planning it out, she knew she had nothing going on for that day and the weather was supposed to be nice, and she had a few ideas for times she could reserve a location for the date.
You thought about it looking at your phone before nodding happily "Of course, that works Rumi I can't wait." your voice filled with joy, A sound that made Rumi's heart warm, and only increased the smile on her face as she nodded. "Perfect. It sounds like a date." she joked as you both walked forward a new feeling of hope in her chest, as you laughed and agreed.
For the next few minutes or hours on the way home, you and Rumi just talked. Sharing jokes, food and causal conversations about what your next date would be like, and everything in between. Although Rumi was overjoyed at the prospect of your first date, She was more than happy to just enjoy spending time with you.
And if you both just happened to kiss at the end of the date? Rumi would never tell.
could I request an extension of the Y!Jinu hcs where it’s a story told from his pov like when he first meets reader at a pharmacy when their picking up medicine for someone sick when he’s doing soda pop promo and he finds them cute and charming but he’s not obsessed yet. However when he sees them again at a coffee shop that’s when his obsession hits, since they remember him from the pharmacy and show him the ropes of the place what flavors to get which ones to avoid recommendations etc. and he just falls in love, has he even meant someone this sweet and angelic before? he just falls into the y/n rabbit hole. Stalking them, finding out every little piece of information he can about y/n, both public and private until he finds out oh look! They’re famous and an idol as well! So, he tries to spend time with them, forcing collabs that are like dates in his mind until reader considers him a good friend! All is going smooth, he thinks he might actually win readers heart until he sees reader talking with one of the hunters one day after ‘play games with us’ and…. Why are you looking at her with such a lovestruck gaze in your eyes? He’s never seen you give anyone that look before and it’s a look he needs and desperately desires to be on him. jinu silently questions this until he goes up to y/n and Mira trying to get y/n’s attention to ask them something. Y/N notices him and smiles, so warmly and kindly because and notices Jinus eyes on Mira (who’s glaring at Jinu from behind) and goes “oh yeah jinu! sorry for not introducing you this is my girlfriend Mira! Mira this is my friend Jinu we meant a few weeks ago while you were on tour.”
Obsession
Tags: Jinu/Reader (One-sided), Mira/Reader, Yandere!Jinu, Stalking, Dates (except they're really not), Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Idol Reader, timeline is a lil weird don't think about it. Technically this is fluff from Jinu's perspective.
WC: 5500
Pharmacies were odd.
On the one hand, they weren’t that different from an apothecary. A shop dedicated to the medicinal, he could understand that.
But on the other hand, there were so many different medicines that did the same thing. Why did there need to be thirty different brands of the same ointment to clean a cut? Liquid, cream, various brands of the same bandaids.
And then there were all the medicines he couldn’t even recognize. Remedies for things he’d never heard of, supplements for things he was fairly sure weren’t real.
And then aisles of things that had nothing to do with medicine. Food, drinks, toys, makeup, what did any of those have to do with medicine?
It was all a little overwhelming.
He was only here for a small promotional gig that the Saja Boys were doing for the soda brand they’d gotten a hold of.
While the others had already left, keen to go back to the demon realm where they wouldn’t need to keep up fake smiles and pretend to be sweethearts, Jinu had lingered behind.
Call it boredom. Call it curiosity. He’d found himself wandering the aisles browsing all the different things the pharmacy had.
Picking up one bottle of purple-hued liquid, Jinu read over the plastic wrap listing its ingredients and uses. “For sore throats, coughing, chest congestion…”
“I wouldn’t recommend that one, not unless you have an iron stomach,” someone interrupted, and Jinu looked up from the bottle, tilting his head in confusion as he looked to his side and met your gaze.
You smiled warmly at him, nodded to the bottle of cough syrup he held. “Sure, it’s cheap. But that brand has a rep for stomach issues.” You reached onto the shelf and pulled out a different bottle, offering it to him. “A little pricier, but arguably the best if you’ve got a cough and irritated throat.”
Jinu took it with a nod, uncertain of how he should act. Hadn’t expected for someone to just start talking to him. “Right, um, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it; after all you can’t cut corners when it comes to taking care of your voice,” you said as you gave him a quick once over. “…Jinu, right? Your group is preparing your debut?”
Oh, you recognized him? He hadn’t really anticipated that. But he wouldn’t let the surprise show.
Pushing some strands of hair from his face, he gave you a charming smile, “I guess I need to do better about disguising myself. But it’s nice to know that our pre-debut promotionals are having an effect.”
He needed to be suave, keep your interest. You were a potential fan; another soul to be pulled from the Hunters to weaken the Honmoon, a—
“Well, word of mouth spreads fast in the music industry. Especially when it comes to new groups.”
Oh. Not a fan, then. “Music industry… are you also an idol?”
You smiled, it was…nice, he noted. Warm. “A soloist. I guess that’d make me your sunbae,” there was a teasing note in your voice as you said that, playful even, and followed by giving him your name. “If you’ve any questions of what to expect from idolhood, I’d be happy to answer.”
Definitely not a fan.
A potential ally. Or, Jinu correct himself, not an ally. A tool. A little morsel who could help make their landing, and an easy soul to steal if he played his cards right.
You seemed naïve enough, he had no doubt that he could have you wrapped around his fingers in no time. He use you to get information on the other groups, on the Hunters, to better their chances.
Or maybe they’d just steal your soul from the start, give it to Gwi-Ma as immediate proof that this plan of his will work. It wasn’t as if you were a particularly important idol as far as he was concerned.
Turning your attention back to the shelf in front of you, you pulled out another two bottles of syrup. “What do you think? Cherry flavor is iconic, a tried-and-true classic. But strawberry has a sweeter hint to it.”
Confused, Jinu glanced at the bottles of cough syrup you were holding. Did you really want the opinion of a complete stranger on what cough medicine to get? That felt like a terrible way to go about it.
But then again, that’s exactly what he did.
“…Strawberry?” Jinu suggested. “Like you said; it’s sweeter than cherry. Most people like sweeter flavors, right?”
“I don’t know about most people, but she certainly does.”
With that, you fell into an easy conversation. Jinu wasn’t entirely sure how it happened, really. In truth he should have walked away right there—he had what he needed, no reason to stay.
But he did. Because you were talking to him, and he found he rather liked that.
You were rather…charming, Jinu realized. Easy to listen to, easy to talk to. He found himself forgetting about the other Saja Boys while he talked with you.
A part of him had felt disappointed when you said your goodbye, still having errands you needed to run. But he’d brushed that feeling off quickly enough.
You provided a nice respite, a nice break from the other Saja Boys, but in the grand scheme of things, you were unimportant, and Jinu had quickly tossed you out of his mind as he retreated as well.
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The next time he met you, it had been at a coffee shop.
He hadn’t planned to be there. But after a very tiring morning of publicity stunts, the other Saja Boys had demanded caffeine and Jinu had drawn the literal short stick.
So he’d gone to the closest coffee shop, keen to just get in and out as quick as he could before too many people recognized him.
As much as he was enjoying the music, getting to sing and play in front of a crowd again, he did not enjoy being swarmed by teenage fangirls screaming his name and begging for autographs.
He'd learned quickly how physically and mentally exhausting it could be to be flagged down by people in the middle of the street begging for pictures and for him to sign something.
Was this what idols had to deal with every day? If so, then he had a bit more respect for the hunters.
Before he knew it, there were only a few people before him in line, and Jinu realized with an uncomfortable start that he didn’t actually know any of the drinks.
The others had just demanded ‘coffee’, since that seemed to be the drink of choice, but now that he was here—
Why the hell were there so many different types???
He didn’t even know what the others would want. Something sweet? Something nutty? What even was a latte and a cappuccino? Half these items didn’t even sound like real words.
“Jinu?”
You had appeared so suddenly that he couldn’t help but stumble back, biting back the startled scream.
Where did you come from? How were you so quiet???
Seemingly unperturbed by his reaction, you smiled at him. A genuine, warm smile. “Fancy running into you here,” you said as way of greeting, moving to stand beside him. “It’s nice to see you again.”
He was quick to regain his composure, fixing on a pleasant smile of his own as he tried to pretend that you hadn’t just scared the daylights out of him. “Same. Wasn’t expecting to see you again anytime soon.”
And he really hadn’t been. But it wasn’t that he was seeing you again that had him feeling…off balance.
You remembered him.
Silly as it may be, he hadn’t expected you to remember him.
Silly as it may be, he hadn’t expected you to remember him from that brief interaction.
You tilted your head, still looking at him. “Everything okay?” you asked, and waved your hand over your own face. “You’ve got this very…scrunched expression. Something bothering you?”
Oh, had his frustration been that visible?
Instinct was for him to lie. To brush off your concern, assure you that everything was fine, maintain that suave, perfect, flawless mask. His expression wasn't ‘scrunched’ and everything was okay.
“I don’t know what to order,” Jinu said instead, a whispered confession as he leaned down towards you, not wanting this room full of strangers to hear his shame. “To be honest, I don’t know what any of these drinks are.”
Obviously that wouldn’t have been an answer you’d expected, and your own expression matched it. Quiet surprise.
A part of him braced for some kind of mockery, a teasing taunt, a cruel laugh. He didn’t know something that was common knowledge. You’d found a weak point, it was time for you to take the knife and drive it in. It’s what Gwi-Ma would have done.
“That’s fine,” you said, and your tone was genuine. “We’ve some time; would you like help picking something out?”
Jinu blinked at you and then gave a hesitant nod.
You stepped closer to him; Jinu could feel the warmth of your own body radiating against him. When you spoke, it was a quiet whisper, as if what you said was for him and him alone.
“Let’s start with this; do you prefer cold drinks or warm drinks?”
As the line shuffled forward bit by bit, you continued to explain the different drinks. What a mocha was, what expresso was, and all the flavors this particular coffee shop sold.
There was matcha lattes, which sounded intriguing. Strawberry flavored ones. Chocolate. Pumpkin spice. Vanilla, caramel, mocha were the classics. And that didn’t even get into all the other aspects like cream and expresso, steamed and whole milk.
It felt less like grabbing a coffee and more like some bizarre jigsaw puzzle.
But you were patient, smiling softly every time, letting Jinu ask his questions and answering them without making him feel even a twinge of guilt over his lack of knowledge.
“If you’re feeling hungry, I recommend staying away from the cookies,” you whispered conspiratorial as you gestured to the display case. “You could build houses out of them for how hard they are.”
He nodded along, and soon enough it was your turn at the counter.
You ordered your own drink and a small treat to go with it, and then turned to Jinu. “Go ahead and order; my treat.”
That was incredibly nice of you. Sweet even.
“I’ll have what they’re having,” Jinu said with a slight nod to you. Even with everything you had told him, it was overwhelming, he hadn’t known what to order.
You led him to another table to wait for your drinks, and just like in the pharmacy, you two just talked.
You were just as charming as before, easy to talk to, easy to listen to, Jinu found himself enjoying your presence far more than he should have. He realized how easy it was for the rest of the world to disappear when talking to you.
And, he noticed, you were rather cute. Adorable even, in the way your eyes would light up with excitement as you talked, the way your hands moved to emphasize what you were saying.
You were nice. So very nice. It left Jinu feeling a pleasant warmth in his chest that he couldn’t dismiss as from the coffee you bought him.
But all good things come to an end.
All too soon, you looked at your watch and your smile softened. “It was really nice getting to chat with you again, but I need to get going,” you apologized, and pulled out your phone. “But—want to exchange numbers? We can figure out a time to hang out again later, if you want.”
He did want. He very much did want. But there was a small problem with your request.
“I didn’t bring my phone with me,” Jinu grimaced. A lie. He didn’t have a phone, period. Didn’t have a reason to have one. Now he was regretting that decision, especially when he saw your smile start to fall.
Quickly, trying to salvage this before you mistook his answer as him not wanting you around, “But I’m sure we’ll run into each other again! I’ll be sure to have my phone on me next time we see each other!”
Your smile—and what right did you have to have such a nice smile?—returned and you slipped your phone into your pocket again. “I’m going to be holding you to that,” you laughed, rising from your seat. “Until next time.”
He waved his hand, smiling as he watched you go, his chest tight with want. Want for you to have stayed here. Want to keep seeing you smile, hearing you laugh. Want for you.
In his four hundred years, Jinu hadn’t felt this before.
This warmth that crawled into every crevice of his chest like thorny vines, this vibration of giddiness when he heard you giggle, when he saw you smile. The sense of longing to hold your hand in his. A carnal need to tuck you away in his ribcage so you’ll never go away.
It was scary. It was exhilarating. He wanted more of it.
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True to his word, you and he had crossed paths again, though perhaps by no mere accident.
Day after day he managed to weave your life and his tighter together. You were an idol, far more experienced in this kind of world, and the Saja Boys were still preparing for their debut, and it would mean so much to them if you could help them.
And you, sweet and kind and oh so good, had agreed. You were more than happy to help a new group find their footing and show them the ropes.
Which meant he was able to call you at any time because he had ‘questions’ about what to expect. Needed promotional advice, wanted your opinion on his choreography for Soda Pop.
Everything was an excuse to hear your voice some more, to spend more time with you. And with interaction, his interest in you grew.
You were sinking your claws deeper into his heart, into his mind.
And he didn’t want it any other way. Embraced the way you were worming your way into him as if that had been where you always belonged.
“Pathetic.”
“Selfish.”
“They would turn you away if they knew.”
Gwi-Ma’s voice was a symphony of mockery in his head, whispering in his ears as the demon watched you, hidden by the branches of the trees as you wandered about your apartment, passing by the windows every so often.
It was morning, the rising sun casting your neighborhood in a pleasant gold, and he had stayed here all night. Had followed you home from the distance and had stayed watched—stayed guard—outside your home.
Had to. Needed to make sure you were alone. That you were safe. That there was no one else.
“Obsessed,” Gwi-Ma cackled, and Jinu closed his eyes, ignoring the demon king as best as he could.
He wasn’t obsessed he was just being careful.
You were a sweetheart. You were beautiful. You were kind and innocent and vulnerable. It was only right that Jinu took it upon himself to make sure you were safe.
The world was a dangerous place, and with the Hunters still away on their world tour for a few weeks more—he couldn’t blame his fellow demons for seeing you and thinking you’d be a tasty morsel.
But he’d need to prevent it all the same. None of them were allowed to touch you.
He jolted out of his thoughts as he saw your front door open of your apartment open, followed by your beautiful form as you slipped out and locked the door behind you.
Taking a deep breath to settle his beating heart, Jinu jumped from the branches and adjusted his hoodie. Waiting a moment so that he could time it right, he took off jogging down the sidewalk.
And as planned, he nearly ran right into you as you stepped onto the main pavement.
“Whoa! Sorry,” Jinu shouted, reaching out to catch you as you stumbled back, “I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” A lie. He’d planned this all night.
You adjusted your stance, re-found your balance, “It’s okay, I should have been watching,” you said and lifted your head to look at him, and immediately a brilliant smile stretched across your features. “Jinu? What are you doing out here?”
Waiting for you, he thought. “Morning jog,” he lied instead. “Got to stay in shape, you know?”
“Oh, I know,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Well, good morning to you. Didn’t realize my apartment was on your route.
“Must be fate,” he remarked in return, feeling that pleasant warmth seep into his very being as you laughed. “
Shaking your head, you readjusted your bag over your shoulder. “Say, it’s still pretty early. Have you had anything to eat, yet?” When Jinu shook his head, your smile grew more playful. “Well then, if you’re willing to take a break from your jog, wanna come with me?”
Come with you? He’d follow you anywhere if you asked. “I think I can spare some time for you,” Jinu grinned.
It hadn’t been a long walk. Or maybe it had been.
Jinu hadn’t really been paying attention to the time that was passing, too focused on you. Listening to you talk, discussing music, discussing the weather, discussing your plans.
He could listen to you talk forever.
It had also helped that you were holding his hand the whole time.
Your hand was so small compared to his. Warm, soft, your hand fit perfectly against his own.
“Here we are,” you declared, tugging Jinu’s hand as you pulled him into the little shop. Even with the dimmer lights, you were shining bright, a look of excitement in your eyes.
Finally tearing his gaze from you, Jinu looked forward, taking in the surroundings, to see where you had brought him. Then he paused, blinking as he looked around again.
Was this…? Jinu narrowed his eyes at the pasty-line display and glanced up to the simplistic menu hanging overhead.
“A café?”
He’d never been to a modern one before. The closest he’d been to one were the coffee shops he’d go to.
But those were quick in-and-out ordeals because he didn’t care about the drink he was just looking for you. And time times he stayed longer was because he was with you, which meant there was hardly any room to take notice of anything else.
But even he knew a cafe was different from a coffee shop.
He could barely recognize most of the items on the overhead menu. Why did you bring him here? Wasn’t— Wait. Hold on a second.
Weren’t cafes the common date spot of today’s day and age?
That’s what he’d read. Was that what this was? Had the reason you had been so eager to bring him here been because you were taking him on a date?
His traitorous little heart began beating rapidly at the thought, a giddiness washing over him as Jinu fought and failed to keep the smile from spreading across his face.
This was a date, wasn't it?
Oh, you sly little morsel, you were taking him on a date.
“You said you hadn’t had eaten yet,” you explained, to him, letting go of his hand—he had to hold himself back from reaching out for yours again—still gracing him with that beautiful, warm smile that never failed to make him feel weak. “So; I’m taking you out for breakfast. See anything you like?”
Jinu did, but you weren’t on the menu.
Instead, he squinted at the menu again, trying to find something that sounded familiar and appetizing. “You know what? I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Jinu decided on, giving you another dazzling smile of his own.
“You sure you want to trust your breakfast choices to me?” you asked with clear amusement, raising a brow.
“Your taste in food hasn’t led me astray yet, and I doubt it will now.”
Laughing, you turned your attention to the line in front of you, bumping your arm against his. “You are such a flatterer.”
Perhaps he was.
He’d flatter you more if it meant you kept smiling at him. “Don’t act like you don’t like it,” Jinu chimed back with a pleased note. “You love it when I flatter you.
You didn’t answer him back with anything more than another laugh, but that was enough for Jinu.
It’s as you and him were at a private table eating breakfast—or you were eating. Jinu was only pretending, moving the food around, watching you with a heart swelling with adoration—and talking.
He thanked you again for all the help you had done, asking if you’d be interested in a collab song with the Saja Boys. A duet with Jinu. They already scheduled gameshow appearances and interviews, Jinu had even manipulated things to get your group and his on a few different shows together.
“We’ll be having our debut concert in a couple of days. A street performance to garner the most attention” Jinu said carefully, watching you with a grin. “After that, we’ll be on Play Games With Us. It’d mean a lot to me—to us—if you’d be there.”
You smiled back, warm and kind and how could Jinu not fall even more seeing it? A smile only for him. “I don’t know, I’m going to be pretty busy for the next couple of days,” you warned.
“Oh?” Jinu’s own smile threatened to fall. You were going to be…busy? Possibly too busy to spend time with him? That… that didn’t sit well with him.
He pushed the rising mix of emotions back down. “Something big coming up?” He would have known if you had something scheduled. But you didn’t. No concerts or recording sessions. You were technically on a hiatus, minus the events Jinu wrangled you into.
So, what was so important that you wouldn’t be able to be with him for?
Your own expression softened in a way that Jinu found himself despising. “I’ve some friends flying back into the city. They’ve been gone for about six months. Out on tour,” you explained, “so I’ll be spending a lot of my time catching up with them.”
“Well, that sounds like fun,” he lied through his teeth. “You know? I think I’d love to meet your friends, maybe we could all hang out together when they come back?”
They clearly weren’t good friends to you, anyway, if they ditched you for six months. A tour isn’t an excuse. But he’s sure he could find a better use for them, maybe set some demons on them, steal their soul.
Their lives would be better spent feeding Gwi-Ma then dragging you down.
You watched him for a moment, then smiled. “That’s a good idea. They need more friends, anyway, and I think you guys would get along great.”
He doubted it.
But Jinu played along, nodding and agreeing, insisting that he was just so excited to meet your friends, and that he was looking forward to getting to hang out together.
“I look forward to seeing you and your…friends…at the game show, at least,” Jinu said, doing his best to not let negativity seep into the word.
And then you were looking at him again, expression soft, a smile and warmth that drove him crazy. “I’ll see if I can convince them to come by.”
He certainly hoped that you did. Whether it was alone or with these interlopers, he wanted you there. But if these ‘friends’ of yours tried to keep you from him…
Jinu wasn’t typically a violent man, but exceptions could be made.
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The debut concert had gone great. Not only did they gain an instant following, but they’d crossed paths with the Hunters and were able to immediately crawl under their skin.
Seeing the ways their expressions shifted between crossing their paths to revealing what they were to the girls had been delightful. Seeing how easy it was to drive them mad with a few carefully orchestrated acts of kindness—
It was too bad no one in the crowd recognized the three, he could only imagine the headlines if the media caught wind of the kind of madness the girls had displayed.
He had immediately texted you after the show, eager to share with you how perfect the debut had gone. Reminding you about their appearance on Play Games With Us tonight, hoping that you’d still show up.
He’d been giddy the entire time between the concert and the show. Riding the high of getting one over the Hunters right out the gate, and the excitement of getting to see you again.
The excitement hadn’t gone unnoticed, the other Saja Boys teasing and taunting him for it. But Jinu didn’t mind.
Not even two of the Hunters showing up during the game had been enough to knock him back down. The two girls had gone down the slide, the leather on plastic an awful noise, and had, with fake smiles, offered their congratulations to the Saja Boys for their debut.
The plan had been simple enough after that. Lead the girls to the bath house, let them fight a swarm of water demons to keep them occupied while souls were stolen elsewhere. He hoped he could at least see you briefly before they did all that.
And he did.
As the group fled backstage, weaving past interns and set crewmen, Jinu spotted you in the crowd and stopped. It was safe here, too many people for the Hunters to attack him in. And you were here. You were more important than toying with the three. You were—
You were talking. To a Hunter.
That didn’t—what? Why were you—why was she—
Jinu could do nothing but stand and stare as people maneuvered past him, as the rest of the Saja Boys disappeared through the backstage door. Didn’t even process the other two Hunters running past him, giving chase to the group. His eyes only on you. Always only on you.
But your eyes were only on the Hunter. Your expression was—
He hadn’t ever seen you look like that before. A different kind of softness. A gentler kind of smile. Your hand was in hers, playing with her fingers. Standing so close to her, too close.
Lovestruck, Jinu realized. That’s how you looked.
You were looking at the Hunter like someone hopelessly in love. Like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Jealousy—sharp, hot, rotten—flooded through him. Set all his nerves aflame.
Lovestruck. You were looking at a Hunter hopelessly lovestruck. A look of pure adoration. He hated it. Hated that expression.
You weren’t supposed to look at other people like that. Only him. You should be giving him that look. Staring at him like he was your very world, not this—this—not her.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear Gwi-Ma laughing.
He was moving before he realized what he was doing. Walking towards you and the Hunter as his chest filled with something vile, as jealous rage threatened to tear away his human disguise, urged him to bring out his claws and attack.
“Hey, you,” he said, forcing his voice to seem normal. “I see you made it, after all!”
Your eyes finally tore away from the Hunter, landing on him, and he felt a rush of pride at that, felt warmth pool in him as you gave him that gentle, kind smile of yours. “Jinu! Congratulations on officially debuting.”
The Hunter was glaring at you as she stepped behind you, her hands on your waist, holding you, possessing you. Jinu wanted nothing more than to tear her off you. She had no right to touch you like that. He should cut her hands off for it. Take out her eyes for even looking at you.
And still he smiled, only ever smiled for you. “Well, we couldn’t have done it without your support. You helped us so much these last few weeks,” Jinu said.
It was true, too. You had done wonders helping them in the weeks leading up to this, with the pre-debut PR, helping tighten their choreography, helping by just being there for Jinu. Their success was entirely because of you, and he would stand by that.
“You know him?” the Hunter asked, her voice tight, the unspoken accusation there. She wasn’t even trying to pretend she didn’t hate him. Tsk. Tsk. She could have at least tried to play nice in front of you.
His jealousy returned when you looked away from him to look up at the Hunter behind you, “He’s the new friend I told you about,” you explained.
You’d been talking about him to her? You talked about him to people. That helped ease the jealousy he felt, replacing it with another surge of pride. You were important to him. Important enough to talk about.
Turning your gaze back to him, your smile was bright, he’d replace the sun with it if he could. “Mira, this is Jinu. Lead for the Saja Boys, though I’m sure you’ve already figured that out,” you said.
Then, nodding your head back to the Hunter and taking her hand into yours—he had to fight to not let the growl slip out—you continued. “Jinu, this is my girlfriend, Mira. She just came back to the city yesterday after Huntr/x’s world tour.”
The floor crumbled beneath him.
Girlfriend. You had said girlfriend. You were dating someone. You were in a relationship.
You were dating a Hunter.
That wasn’t right, Jinu thought. You weren’t supposed to be dating someone already. You were supposed to be his. Only his. He didn’t want to share you with someone else. Certainly not this Mira woman.
He knew that name, too. Mira. She was the violent one of the current generation of Hunters. Far too violent for someone as sweet as you.
His gaze flickered to Mira’s, took note of how fucking smug she looked when you introduced her as such. As if she knew Jinu loved you and was rubbing it in.
“I got her first,” he could practically hear her sneering. “She’s mind. I’m never giving her to you.”
He wasn’t going to stand for that. Couldn’t.
Jinu smiled and held out his hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said. “I think the rest of your group just left, however. They’d gone with the other Saja Boys for some…celebration I think.” To fight. He was sure Mira would understand that.
And she did. He saw it in the way her expression tightened. The way she gripped his hand so tightly, as if she was trying to break it. “I’m sure they’ll be fine. They can take care of themselves without me babysitting.” Letting go of his hand, her expression softened as she looked down at you.
He wanted to scream, tear that look off her face. She had no right to look at you like that.
“Right. Anyway,” he turned his attention back to you, a real smile falling into place once more. “I was wondering if you’d like to grab some food with me? A thank you for all the help you’ve been.”
Before you could speak, shutting you up before you could talk, he thought bitterly, Mira tightened her hold on your waist, pulled you closer to herself.
“Sorry,” she said, her tone forcibly pleasant, and not sorry at all, her gaze hard as she stared at him. A warning. “The two of us have dinner plans tonight. Six months of lost date nights to make up for, you know?”
“Of course,” Jinu bit back.
Jinu could scarcely get a ‘goodbye’ out to you before the Hunter was already leading you away. Away from him.
She was taking you away from him. Keeping you from him.
This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right. What right did she have to keep you like that? To touch you? To keep you from Jinu? Your girlfriend? Hah! Jinu could only imagine how terrible a girlfriend she must be, constantly lying to you, hiding things from you. Not to mention all the nights she’d have to leave you because of her ‘sworn duty’ to fight demons.
You deserved better. You should have better. Jinu was better. He was far better than Mira. He wouldn’t lie to you, wouldn’t leave you for months. He could give you all the love you deserved, all the love he knew Mira wasn’t giving.
He just had to show you how much better he was than her.
