MAKING YOU A BELIEVER.

[maknaesaja]

‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹ #maknaesaja — independent && private rp blog for BABY SAJA from sony's KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. mutually exclusive. minors dni. written by nikan ( she / her ), 28+, CET. established 28/07/2025.

carrd. memes. open starters. usfw sideblog.

blog roll: @seejungfer (sirens oc blog), @dueoksini (gwi-ma sideblog)

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[maknaesaja]

since i do miss roleplaying baby i decided to move him over to my multimuse blog @seejungfer. HOWEVER, i did change a few things about him since i never really liked the name i gave him and i also don't feel like i know and/or understand enough about the joseon era to really justify using it. but, yeah, he's over there now lol

[maknaesaja]

since i do miss roleplaying baby i decided to move him over to my multimuse blog @seejungfer. HOWEVER, i did change a few things about him since i never really liked the name i gave him and i also don't feel like i know and/or understand enough about the joseon era to really justify using it. but, yeah, he's over there now lol

[maknaesaja]

since i do miss roleplaying baby i decided to move him over to my multimuse blog @seejungfer. HOWEVER, i did change a few things about him since i never really liked the name i gave him and i also don't feel like i know and/or understand enough about the joseon era to really justify using it. but, yeah, he's over there now lol

[maknaesaja]

i've been over on @seejungfer. it's my happy lil place lol

[dueoksini]

hi hi!! this is a low activity and private rp blog for gwi-ma from kpop demon hunters that will follow back from @maknaesaja!! do give this a like or reblog if you are interested in interacting!

[marichive]

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

[seejungfer]

i've been feeling under the weather since a few days tbh, and i'm also having a slight fever since yesterday. i'll probably have to take it easy for a bit, especially since classes start on wednesday

[heimskringlas]

❝  is  that  so?  well,  excuuuse  me  for  making  such  a  tasteless  assumption.  i  didn't  realize  i  was  in  the  presence  of  a  saint.  ❞  the  trickster's  tone  is  so  cloying,  he  can  practically  taste  the  sugarcoating  on  his  tongue.  all  a  farce,  of  course  —  everyone  has  skeletons  in  their  closet,  and  those  who  try  making  claims  to  the  contrary  usually  have  the  ugliest  ones  to  hide.  ah,  not  like  it's  any  of  his  business,  right?  unless  loki  feels  like  MAKING  it  his  business  —  which  he  might,  if  he's  feeling  particularly  inclined  to  be  a  nuisance.

as  far  as  that  other  witty  little  comment  is  concerned ...  ❝  huuuh,  didn't  you  know?  ❞  the  trickster  feigns  shock.  ❝  eyebrows  are  out  of  fashion.  i  thought  someone  as  stylish  looking  as  you  would  have  heard ...  ❞  he  snaps  his  fingers.  ❝  here's  an  idea.  you  should  scurry  home  and  shave  yours  off  right  now  before  someone  catches  you  —  it's  going  to  be  so  embarrassing  if  they  see  you  like  this.  imagine  the  rumors.  ❞

[maknaesaja]

❝  oh,  you're  forgiven.  you're  lucky  i  would  NEVER  hold  grudges,  either.  ❞  is  that  not  an  even  greater  lie  than  what  he's  spouted  before?  if  he  saw  some  of  his  late  family  members  somehow,  hyung-min  is  certain  there'd  be  a  MASSACRE.  tilting  his  head  to  the  side,  he  POINTEDLY  raises  an  eyebrow  at  the  stranger.  because  what  other  way  is  there  to  perfectly  and  silently  question  someone's  sanity?  ❝  fashion  trends  are  fleeting.  no  way  i  want  to  overcommit.  tomorrow  they're  gonna  say  unibrow  is  back  in  fashion.  you  gonna  glue  them  back  on  or  something,  then?  ❞  or  tattoo  them  on.  he  did  hear  some  humans  do  that  after  they've  shaved  their  eyebrows  off.  weird.

❝  but  imagine  the  rumors  if  they  see  me  talking  to  a  clown  like  you.  like,  seriously,  what's  with  the  green  hair?  and  your  EYES?  freaky.  ❞  hyung-min  is  certain  he's  seen  a  demon  with  eyes  like  that  before,  but  the  man  before  him  is  no  demon.  at  least  not  of  a  kind  that  he  would  know.  ❝  ah,  well.  maybe  they'll  think  this  is  actually  a  make-a-wish.  gotta  give  back  to  the  unfortunate  and  all,  y'know?  and  you  do  look . . .  UNFORTUNATE.  ❞

[leadersaja]

@maknaesaja sent: nothing will make this right.

Free. He was free. There were no longer any voices in his head telling him how depraved and cruel he was. No longer any forced visions of his past mistakes. Jinu had done what he'd set out to do and much more than what he could've ever hoped for. So, why did it still ache in his chest and shoulders feel weighed down?

The price to free himself of his shackles had been greater than he'd imagined. His band members, the demons he'd gathered for his little scheme, had grown on him and left an impression. He'd actually started to think of them as friends, no ... as family. Demons who were in the thick of it together. Fighting together, celebrating together and suffering together.

Jinu should have died. He thought he had died and he thought the others had ... well, he'd hoped that they had gotten away from the hunters' blades and Gwi-ma's fire.

If there was nothing he could do to make it right, how was he supposed to live on normally? His own impulses had brought them all in danger, and he wanted to at least apologize. Perhaps that was a selfish wish so that he could feel better about himself. "Hyung-min . . . please. I never meant for any of it to end up the way it did at Namsan. It was a mistake."

[maknaesaja]

anger  has  been  boiling  'neath  the  patterns  on  hyung-min's  skin  ever  since  namsan.  no,  not  anger.  FURY.  he  is  absolutely  livid  with  the  man  standing  before  him,  labeling  the  incident  as  a  MISTAKE.  hah.  jinu's  pleads  are  met  with  a  scoff.  ❝  what?  us  getting  slain  after  you  helped  your  favorite  little  hunter  was  a  mistake?  an  ACCIDENT?  ❞  oh,  hyung-min  had  to  drag  himself  out  of  the  underworld,  out  of  the  filth  and  muck  as  the  honmoon  pulled  and  tugged  at  scorches  and  burns.  pinning

❝  you  LIED  to  us,  this  entire  time.  you  meant  for  us  to  lose  and  now  you  get  to  walk  around  free  and  happy,  you  conniving  little  traitor!  ❞  it's  laughable,  really,  how  jinu  freed  himself  of  gwi-ma's  clutches  by  sabotaging  the  very  same  plan  that  he  originally  came  up  with.  hyung-min  doesn't  know  what  exactly  happened  between  their  debut  and  the  idol  awards,  but  there  is  no  doubt  in  his  mind  that  jinu  had  been  in  cahoots  with  the  lead  singer  of  huntr/x  behind  their  backs.

❝  how  DID  you  mean  for  things  to  end  up  at  namsan  if  not  exactly  like  this?  you're  FREE,  aren't  you?  that's  what  you  wanted,  right?  no  voices,  no  patterns,  you  even  have  your  soul  back.  well,  CONGRATULATIONS.  i'd  say  you  got  away  better  than  anyone  could  have  ever  imagined.  ❞  he  should  wring  his  neck,  really.  hyung-min  can  feel  his  hands  itching  to  do  so.  perhaps  he  still  will.  ❝  pity,  really.  'cause  i  think  you  deserve  the  title  DEMON  more  than  the  rest  of  us.  ❞

[sajasbaby]

❪ ⋅ ☽ ⋆ — ┊❛ ​🇾​​🇴​​🇴​​🇳​ ​🇲​​🇮​​🇳​-​🇯​​🇺​​🇳​ ❜ ❫ THEY'D BEEN TAUGHT TO HATE WITHOUT remorse , given into the concept that if they trusted a demon, it would take from them. None of the others could ever know of this -- they couldn't hear of his attempts to subdue the demon that was his brother without ending him... They'd never understand why he'd turn his back upon the lessons thrown at him, given to him like a sacred oath. They didn't have a twin... They didn't have a hopeless situation slapped across their faces, they didn't have what he had, they didn't know what it was like --

      Hyung-min's response doesn't garner much hope, nor does it fool him into believing he believed in the idea. What could he do? What was he supposed to do...? If he let the Saja Boys complete their goals, then they'd bring forth an apocalypse upon them, demons would once more hunt ceaselessly, slaughtering them like nothing more than obstacles toward fulfilment. But, if he destroyed the Saja Boys, then he'd lose the last remaining family who actually cared about him, the blood on his hands would never come off, would never let him sleep at night again -- he'd be lost...alone...unable to function.

      Gwi-ma had stained his skin, given him this look -- given them both this look...but he didn't have to allow it to remain as their legacy.

      If Gwi-ma notices -- was he watching them now? The demon lord must have eyes everywhere, but if he could just...just find some way to save him... If he could manage to save him, then he could have him join their group, leave behind the pain and suffering, he could finally be rid of the curse on him ; he could have his life back! He'd have money, power, fame -- everything that Min-jun had promised when they stole that money from their siblings, when they went through every painful experience, when they were struggling for even an ounce of affections. He could do it. He could do it. He could do it.

      He could -- he could he could he could he could...!

      Dusting off his knees, he breathed out a sigh, forcing down that gaping hold in his chest from pressing forward. So many questions still lurched in his mind, but he couldn't bear bring them forward, show his sibling how much his absence had nearly killed him. He tries to keep it together, stiffly following after other, hands in pockets as his weaponry finally vanishes completely from his mind.

      ❝ Hyung... ❞ He holds his voice steady, trying and failing to avoid sounding as small and pathetic as he felt. Another inhale, then he's jogging to catch up, head lowered to stare at the pavement in contemplation of his next words. I missed you. I wish you'd come back. I wanted you to be there. Are you proud of what I've accomplished? Please don't leave me again. I begged every news outlet to cover your story to find you.

      Swallowing down his growing lump, he forced a smile. It's painful, like ripping apart a piece of paper, but he can't show him how much it hurt underneath ; keep it all concealed and keep the audience happy, a lesson he'd heard thrown into his ears so many times over. The Honmoon mattered most, right? But...maybe he'd reject it if it meant leaving behind his brother. ❝ I'm...so happy to see you again... ❞

[maknaesaja]

briefly,  hyung-min  wonders  if  he  should  tell  the  other  saja  boys  about  this  conundrum  of  his.  perhaps,  in  a  past  life,  they  had  siblings.  if  so,  they'd  at  least  have  an  INKLING  of  what  he's  going  through.  what  both  he  and  min-jun  are  going  through.

but  demons  are  wretched,  selfish  things,  aren't  they?  if  he  revealed  himself  to  be  a  possible  obstacle  to  their  plan,  surely  they'd  advocate  for  removing  him  in  some  manner.  all  of  them  had  something  they  wanted  to  accomplish  by  partaking  in  this  ridiculous  plan,  after  all,  and  no  one  in  their  right  mind  would  lose  out  on  the  chance  of  reaching  their  goal  for  the  sake  of  another  demon.  hyung-min  can't  imagine  it,  anyway,  and  he  wouldn't  do  it  for  any  of  them,  either.  not  if  it  meant  putting  his  twin's  life  in  jeopardy.

a  contradictory  juxtaposition,  really.  he  fears  the  honmoon  being  sealed,  yet  he  also  fears  for  a  hunter's  life.  and  it's  impossible  to  tell  if  their  current  undertaking  will  be  of  aid  in  his  ventures  or  not.  it's  useless.  no  monk  can  undo  what  you've  done.

min-jun's  voice  puts  a  stop  to  his  train  of  thought.  glancing  at  him  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eyes,  hyung-min  notes  the  way  his  brother  stares  at  the  pavement,  supposedly  avoiding  his  gaze.  or  perhaps  avoiding  looking  at  him  at  all,  now  that  the  first  waves  of  emotions  are  settling  down.  to  not  have  to  see  what  he's  turned  them  both  into,  and  what  he  ALONE  turned  into  thereafter.

truth  to  be  told,  hyung-min  can't  stand  looking  at  himself,  either.  perhaps  in  a  couple  centuries  his  own  reflection  would  not  cause  disgust  to  ripple  through  him,  patterns  or  not,  but  who's  to  say  if  he  will  even  live  that  long?  especially  with  jinu's  plan  set  in  motion.  they  will  only  live  free,  or  as  free  as  they  can  as  demons,  if  they  win.

but  winning  would  mean  that  the  hunters  would  lose.  that  min-jun  would  lose.  and  he  can't  let  that  happen,  now,  can  he?

hyung-min  exhales  a  quiet,  measured  breath.  ❝  yeah . . .  yeah,  i'm  ⸺  i'm  happy  to  see  you  again,  too.  ❞  his  words  ring  hollow  in  his  ears  even  in  spite  of  genuinely  meaning  them.  of  course  he's  glad  to  see  his  twin  again,  to  know  that  he's  doing  well  and  has  reached  what  their  goal  once  was.  and  yet...  yet  it  stings.  his  teeth  ache  thinking  about  it,  about  the  past,  the  present,  the  future.  there's  no  way  out.  you've  cornered  yourself.  he's  dedicated  to  what  he  must  do,  but  there's  still  fear  clawing  at  his  chest  from  the  inside.  and  the  past,  he's  turned  it  over  in  his  head  again  and  again.  ❝  you  came  a  long  way,  huh?  ❞  since  i  died.  the  words  remain  at  the  tip  of  his  tongue,  ever  ready  for  him  to  spit  them  out  even  as  he  tries  swallowing  them  back  down.

❝  ⸺  how  did  you  do  it?  we  struggled  so  much . . .  ❞  because  he  wasn't  dragged  down  by  you  anymore.  you  were  just  a  burden,  a  parasite,  feeding  off  his  ideas  and  dreams.  hah.  isn't  that  the  truth?  exhaling  slowly,  hyung-min  clenches  one  hand  into  a  tight  fist,  nails  digging  into  the  soft  flesh  of  his  palm,  leaving  crescent  indents.

[notjustbaby]

@maknaesaja con't from here

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm completely normal, appearance-wise. I've been like this for centuries - since I came into existence. Just because you're not used to it doesn't make it freaky. We are not the same person, though. We're just alternate versions of each other. And there are more, too. We are similar, nothing more." his tail's flicking in the same way an annoyed cat's does. "Trust me: the only thing we have in common is Jinu and his whole boyband thing. You don't wanna know how different we really are."

[maknaesaja]

the  other's  explanation  but  tempts  hyung-min  to  roll  his  eyes  at  him.  OF  COURSE  they're  not  the  exact  same  person,  he's  not  stupid.  it's  obvious  from  the  other  baby's  freak-ish  appearance,  one  that  he  can't  say  he's  all  too  fond  of.  he  can't  even  imagine  what  must  have  been  going  on  for  a  version  of  himself  to  gain  himself  a  pair  of  cat  ears  and  a  tail.  ❝  ⸺  yeah?  try  me.  ❞

[maknaesaja]

HM. to commit to a irl fc or nah

[ampoti]

ㅤ

A soft, pitying tut from mer's lips, his head shaking in faux - pity. To be unable to feast upon a hard - earned soul, now that, was tragic. Though the BLACKFIN POD, was no more and he, was a practical exile ; even he knew when to share. Be it with the poor, unfortunate souls too starved to move a fin, or the unwitting, who'd shriek in horror upon finding they were devouring the flesh of a LOVED ONE.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ TRAGIC, truly ... you must be starved. ❞

To be amidst his kind, though, a blessing true. The ferocious few, deserving of the world in their hands ; but alas, given only the scraps. Somethin akin to a snake, does his tail move, carrying him further inland, though damp enough as waves pass over his gills. TO THE LITTLE ONES' ASSUMPTION, there was a marginal truth - curiosity, over consumption, in this case for - undiscovered tastes would only be worthwhile, if another could be found. Were THIS, the only of his kin, and Kalon was too greedy, it'd be a true shame.

❝ Normally, I'd have some meager offering for you, and you alone, BUT ; these waters, do not hold my kind. No, I do seem the be the only one here. The woes of a nomadic lifestyle, I suppose.

You, however, are quite correct. Flesh sustains us, though it does too, entertain us ... Have you ever watched a man struggle for air, while you hold his body beneath the waves ? The panic ? The betrayal ? Oh, it's delicious, but - I've found myself almost ... BORED, of the stringy, flavorless meat humans have to offer. ❞

Cheek comes to rest, in webbed hand ; and though, Kalon knows a song would easily pierce the thoughts of a humans' mind, and lure them to the sea, he's not certain, of this one. If it'd work the same, if it'd work at all. No, to cut losses here, would be best. He'd been found out. Exposed. The hunt, was over.

❝ ... If you'd like, I can easily catch something for you. A little secret, from whomever reaps from your feast. ❞

[maknaesaja]

ever  attentive  does  the  demon  watch  the  mer's  approach,  mindful  to  not  allow  him  to  close  the  distance  between  them  too  soon.  an  attack  would  be  UNPLEASANT,  after  all,  although  hyung-min  doubts  not  that  he'd  be  able  to  escape  through  teleportation.  or . . .  well.  surely  this  creature  possesses  a  soul  of  its  own.  even  if  the  other  overpowers  him  physically,  somehow,  there's  still  such  demonic  an  avenue.

his  train  of  thought  is  interrupted  by  the  speech  offered,  head  tilting  to  the  side  as  he  listens.  implications  are  not  lost  on  him,  although  hyung-min  refrains  from  commenting  immediately.

❝  i  have  not.  a  demon's  way  of  killing  to  feed  is . . .  far  less  spectacular  than  that.  ❞  a  single  breath,  enough  to  drag  the  soul  out  of  a  human's  body.  there  is  little  need  to  put  their  hands  on  their  poor  victim,  no  need  to  flay  and  butcher.  yet  there  are  demons  among  them  that  would  do  so  regardless,  finding  joy  in  spilling  blood  and  ripping  flesh  apart.

hyung-min  doesn't  align  himself  with  the  likes  of  them.  he  lashes  out  in  defense,  for  SURVIVAL,  and  little  else.  small  mercies,  perhaps.  even  if  he  kills,  he  kills  in  a  manner  in  which  his  victim  knows  not  what  is  happening  to  them.  quite  obviously,  the  man  before  him  is  different,  but  who  is  the  demon  to  judge?  perhaps  he's  even  fascinated,  morbidly  so.  just  a  little  bit.

❝  what  other  meats  do  you  indulge  in,  then?  ❞  he  knows  of  the  interest  in  his  own,  but  surely  there  had  been  opportunities  of  devouring  other  creatures  before.

the  offer  made  does  pique  his  interest  rather  immediately,  wariness  remaining  ever  present  regardless.  no,  the  world  never  gives  anything  without  strings  attached.  especially  not  when  the  benefactor  is  a predator  such  as  them.  ❝  if  you  do  that . . .  what's  in  it  for  you?  i  doubt  it's  out  of  the  GOODNESS  OF  YOUR  HEART  that  you  would  catch  something  for  a  stranger.  ❞

[maknaesaja]

what does your soul look like?

A  SHADOWED  FIGURE  WITHIN  A  VOID

You  are  the  FLICKERING  SHAPE  in  the  darkness.  The  echo  of  something  LOST.  Are  you  even  there  at  all,  really?  Does  anyone  see  what  you  are  BEYOND  THE  DARKNESS  that  surrounds  you?  You  were  the  first  to  LOSE  yourself.  You  STUMBLED  in  the  dark,  and  in  trying  to  find  who  you  are,  you  picked  up  all  the  wrong  pieces  of  broken  things.  Can  you  still  say  that  you  are  you,  if  you  have  TORN  YOURSELF  APART  and  STITCHED  YOURSELF  TOGETHER  with  every  MONSTROUS  replacement  you  could  find?  What  is  it  that  you  think  will  make  you  WHOLE  again?  Do  you  think  that  your  TEETH  AND  CLAWS  can  protect  you?  There  is  no  monster  trying  to  harm  you.  There  is  ONLY  YOU,  and  nothing  can  protect  you  from  yourself  if  you  insist  upon  your  own  SELF-DESTRUCTION.  You  are  the  VILLAIN  OF  YOUR  OWN  STORY.  There  is  no  one  you  have  harmed  more  than  YOURSELF.

tagged by: @sajasbaby tagging: steal it from me!

[altarbled]

⠀⠀⠀﹛ ♰ ﹜ — ❝  You almost sound . . . PROUD of yourself . . . do you not feel any GUILT for the things you do . . . those you HURT . . . ?  ❞

[maknaesaja]

❝ if  i  felt  guilty  over  every  little  thing  i  do  i'd  probably  have  gone  insane  by  now.  i  just  do  what  i  have  to  do.  ❞  a  nonchalant  shrug  tugs  at  his  shoulders.  ❝ do  YOU  feel  any guilt  over  slaying  demons  under  gwi-ma's  thumb?  ❞

[heartpatterned]

"slept fine. heavy." a hesitant admission on the second part, but there's little reason to hold back from the other now. well, less than before at any rate. it takes a couple slow blinks to shake off the last threads of sleepiness, but it's a good thing he does because otherwise he wouldn't have been able to refrain making noise at having his hand released. logically, romance understood they couldn't hold hands forever, but the part of him that just wants to CLING didn't care for logic.

a feeling made all the worse when baby sits up only to wince, and he's immediately propping up on his elbow to hover nervously and assess damages, unfazed when the other's knee bumps against his hip. he wants desperately to touch, anywhere, but holds back. romance reluctantly lays back down when it's clear the movement had tugged against soreness but not made anything worse, trying to stay out of the way in case he's ready to get up and out of bed. but baby doesn't; he just sits, thinking. probably not too far from the thoughts plaguing the reaper.

"now we...take it slow." he drops his gaze away from the other, trying to run possibilities but not sure what all they had yet. "we rest and heal. as long as we're...quiet, staying here should be okay."

[maknaesaja]

❝  okay,  that's  good . . .  ❞  even  if  romance  managed  to  not  get  injured  ⸺  by  the  hunters,  anyway  ⸺  exhaustion  must've  pulled  him  into  a  deep  slumber  regardless.  surely  he'd  recoup  his  strength  quickly,  then.

the  older  demon's  suggestion  on  what  they  are  to  do  now  draws  but  a  small  nod  from  hyung-min.  he  supposes  that's  all  they  truly  CAN  do.  even  if  he  feels  agitated,  neither  of  them  is  in  a  state  that  allows  them  to  do  much  beyond  resting.  BEING  QUIET.  hah.  how  quickly  they've  fallen  when  they  were  supposed  to  destroy  the  honmoon  and  set  themselves  free.  well . . .  as  free  as  they  could  have  been  under  gwi-ma's  thumb.

hyung-min  wraps  his  arms  around  himself,  staring  at  the  wall  opposite  of  them.  fingertips  find  the  gauze  covering  the  wound  in  his  side,  pressing  and  prodding  at  the  skin  around  it,  nigh  relishing  in  the  discomfort  he's  causing  himself.  yet  his  hands  drop  again  after  a  few  seconds,  and  with  a  soft  huff,  he  eases  himself  back  down  onto  the  mattress  gingerly,  next  to  romance.

❝  did  anything  like  this  ever  happen  to  you  before?  ❞  he  asks,  voice  barely  above  a  whisper  as  he  glances  at  the  other.  perhaps  it's  insensitive  to  ask  when  it's  all  so  fresh.  but  truth  to  be  told,  hyung-min  barely  knows  aught  about  romance  and  his  life  prior  to  becoming  part  of  the  SAJA  BOYS,  of  his  life  as  a  human.  considering  they've  spent  so  much  time  together . . .  perhaps  he  should  have  learned  before.