guys i’m now a whore for sf9. cleanest choreography i’ve seen in a long time. bop after bop minimal skips. steady vocals. strong rapline. VISUALS. tiddies. tiddies. tattoos. tiddies.
pls if you stan sf9 dm me your biases(or like and i’ll dm u) i’m 48 hours deep in this and fuck
thanks for writing for sf9! my prompt is rowoon, and sheets... have fun!
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aww thanks beeb. anytime really, i love this fandom and we need to be fed lol
demon!au
Rowoon lets out a sigh of satisfaction when he finally sits.
It’s been a long day and nothing sounds better than a hot steamy bowl of homemade ramen at that moment.
Within the second that Rowoon blinks as he grabs his chopsticks, he finds himself sitting on the hardwood floor of a messy bedroom.
It takes him a moment to realize that he’s no longer in his home, or the fact that his food is no longer in front of him waiting to be devoured.
“What the hell?” Rowoon says in disbelief before pushing himself off of the ground, disposing the chopsticks on the ground.
Before he can even process where he is, a loud shout confirms his suspicions.
“You showed up!”
Turning around, Rowoon sees the accuser, sitting cross legged on her bed, wrapped in her bedsheets.
Rowoon holds back his groan of irritation as he pinches the bridge of his nose, crossing his arms, “You need to stop summoning me like this.”
He’s about to continue on a rant, but immediately stops when he hears the slur in her voice as she pipes up again.
“B-but it was… important…” She hiccups while slowly making her way towards the end of her bed towards him.
“Are you drunk?” Rowoon simply asks as he stares at her struggling to maneuver her way off the bed.
She pouts and lightly nods before quickly shaking her head.
“I’m leaving,” Rowoon decides on, a little too tired to be dealing with this mess. He rolls his eyes and makes to move when she finally grabs his arm.
“You can’t…” She frowns as he turns to look down at her.
He has to stop himself from rolling his eyes again as he starts walking towards the door again, “Oh yeah? How are you going to-”
He cuts short as he suddenly feels his body freeze. Of course, he knows this feeling all too well. With a calm breath, he looks up before finding a poorly drawn demon circle on the ceiling.
Without a word, he turns around to fully face her, ready to grind her down when he sees the tears pricking at her eyes.
“He broke up with me,” she whispers softly, tears slipping onto her cheeks.
Suddenly, all the impatience, irritation, and hunger disappears from Rowoon as he watches her sob brokenly in front of him. With a disapproving shake of his head, he fixes the bedsheet hanging off her shoulders, wrapping it around her small frame before pulling her into an embrace. As he cradles her in his arms, there’s only one thing he can hear aside from her quiet cries.
His mind is eating at him because now he realizes.
Demons may be dangerous, but the feeling swarming in his chest is saying otherwise.
You thought to yourself silently as you stared up at the tree house. Something seemed different about it lately. You couldn’t put your tongue on it, but you knew there was something about it and it was bugging the crap out of you.
You hadn’t gone anywhere near it for the past two years before you left for school. The last time being you cleaning it out and making sure you weren’t leaving behind anything important. Of course, most of it was filled with things from when you were a child, but you could never be too safe.
Despite it being two years since you were last in it, you knew something changed.
A list ran through your mind as you began climbing up the wooden planks nailed into the tree trunk, only able to pray that what you found wouldn’t be as horrible as your imagination made it out to be.
Once you reached the top, you steadied yourself onto the little walkspace before pushing the door open.
A scream immediately left your lips as someone jumped off the floor before mirroring your own surprise.
You immdieatly stopped screaming as soon as you heard the pitch their scream reached, knowing only one person who could hit that note.
“Hwiyoung?!” You exclaimed loudly, finally grabbing his attention.
“Why are you screaming!” He shouted at you, eyes wide with fright as he stared at you from across the small room.
“Why are you screaming?” You asked as your mind tried to grasp the situation. “No, wait- Why are you up here? How long have you been up here?”
A moment of silence passed between the two of you as you stared at him while he gnawed on his bottom lip and put his attention on the floorboards.“I’ve been up here for like the past week now,” he mumbled quietly, glancing at you carefully.
You quirked a brow at him before slowly stepping in.
The last time you had ever interacted with Hwiyoung was over four years ago before the both of you started high school. The last time you had ever seen him in the tree house was half way through the semester before he suddenly stopped hanging out with you. Throughout college, there were be a few reactions on each other’s posts every now and then, but that was where your relationship stopped at.
You decided to take a seat, figuring that by his reaction, it was going to take a while to explain.
“Care to tell me why you’ve been camping out in my backyard for the past week?” You asked as you nodded towards the ground for him to also sit. “Well. I mean I got home about a month ago,” Hwiyoung stated matter-of-factly, waiting for your reaction.
You slightly rolled our eyes before looking directly at him, “That doesn’t explain why you’re in the tree house Hwiyoung. Just get to-”“My girlfriend broke up with me.”
You stopped after he interrupted you, quickly taking in what he said.
“Oh…” You began, feeling conflicted as you tried to determine where the conversation was going to lead from there. “Are… you okay?”
He sighed, setting off the alarms in your mind. You were not prepared for a consolation session with your best friend from over four years ago. You could also feel the buried emotions beginning to poke at the cover you had placed on them, threatening to escape.
“Yeah,” he simpy replied, catching you off guard.
You looked at him in confusion before saying, “Well… okay… that’s good to hear? I don’t really understand why-”“I’m upset,” he continued abruptly.
This time, you were confused and getting irritated.
“Okay.” You stated, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t, you bit your tongue, telling yourself to be a little more patient with his sudden appearance and his attitude.
“What are you upset about?” You asked calmly, biting down on your tongue to keep yourself from over-reacting. It wasn’t his fault, you were being sensitive now because you could feel emotions from your teenage years rushing back, and that you didn’t like it one bit. It was throwing you down memory lane and you hadn’t signed up for nostalgia for all you knew.
Everything that your mind had been biting at suddenly didn’t matter though once he spoke up.
“I’m upset that it took me three serious relationships to realize that the girl I’ve been looking for all along had been right by my side from the beginning.”
Hey fantasyyyyy I wanna try a thing because who doesn’t want more sf9. Send me a member AND an au or prompt. I’ll write a little something. Either way I’ll probably start writing for sf9 too cause my bubs need the luv uwu