#QUEENRUMI — An independent and selective portrayal of RYU RUMI from Sony's Kpop Demon Hunters. All lore and worldbuilding is heavily headcanon based. Crossover and Original Character friendly. Please only follow if you are interested in roleplaying. Blog is Rated 21+ for heavy themes. Minors DNI.
Managed by Apollonia. she/her. 91' Liner. Latinx teacher living in the EST zone. Activity Sporadic due to school being in session.
dae-ho was a lot of things, truth be told. impulsive, impatient, borderline rude sometimes ━━━ especially when it came to his elders. a sheltered life, in a way, all thanks to his brother. the social norms, the politeness in which he should have shown towards his older brother's girlfriend must have got lost in the mail somewhere, because it was nowhere to be seen here ! especially not as he puts his hand over rumi's and shoves it back towards her chest, like he was offended that she'd even try to give the contents of the bag back to him !
" listen ━━━ i'm not happy about the fact that we're talking about this either but like, i know these things, noona ! i know what i'm talking about and i reeeeeeeeeeeally think you should take one ... or ten. they had like ? so many different options and types and i didn't know what to get so i kind of just got one of each and man ━━━ you should have seen the look on the lady's face at the counter when i dropped all of these on there, she was MORTIFIED ! are you gonna let some little old lady be mortified for nothing ? that's so cruel, noona ! "
maybe he's getting a bit ahead of himself, thinking that something like this could be the case. as exciting as the prospect of a little niece or nephew was for him, the fact that he was having to stand in the bathroom with rumi and even have this conversation was waaaaaaaay above his pay grade ! this was a minnie job, not a dae-ho job !
" look, if you're soooooo sure that it's gonna come back negative then ... like ? what's the harm in taking them ? "
If Rumi had been talking to Jung sister at this time, she might've at least entertained the possibility for more than three seconds. But whatever Dae thought he knew about the female reproductive system had clearly been obtained from the back of a rameyon cup and maybe a fever dream.
Why should she care about some random old lady's opinion? It's not like she'd asked him to go on a heroic quest to buy — what? [She shakes the bag he shoved back into her arms, noticing the WEIGHT of it for the first time] Ten pregnancy tests? Twenty?
Ridiculous!
Dae hadn't even prompted the conversation. One second they were having their usual semi-weekly meetup, and the next he was dragging her into the women's restroom like a detective who'd just cracked the case of the century.
And for what? A hunch?
"It's not just that! LOOK at where we are!" An arm swing as if presenting an award to the row of sinks and stalls that surround them. "Even if I was — which. I. Am. NOT — do you think this is the right place to find out?"
Honestly, they were lucky nobody had walked in yet. Otherwise there would've been a whole lot more questions flying around than whether or not the Ryu Rumi was pregnant.
“ Tell me to stop, and I will. But we both know you don’t want me to. ” from ayari 🙂↕️
Ayari promised that no one here would care who she was, too lost in their own pleasures to care about an idol in search of her own.
Light fractured into strobes colored jagged pinks, electric blues, and toxic greens that slid across the walls like liquid. The bass didn’t just play; it LIVED in the floor, climbing up through the soles of her heels and settling behind her ribs like a second heartbeat.
They found each other in the middle of it — between shifting lights and moving shadows, where the crowd pressed close enough to disappear into one singular mass but not close enough to be worried of. At first it was just dancing, something she'd missed since her hiatus, carefree and wild. Then the music changed, dropped heavier, slower in its pulse, and something in the space between them shifted with it.
Laced by the hands, Rumi was lead away from the crowd, up stairs stained by old spills and dim memories, through a restricted area, and into a long leather booth that looked out of place in the club’s underground grit and grime.
It didn't take long for Rumi to find herself pressed down into the cushions, Ayari's mouth pressed even firmer against her own, swallowing the moan pushing through her chest as the now muffled sounds of the music vibrate the liquid in the complimentary glasses on the table.
No room to move. No room to breath. Lips drag the length of Rumi's neck and she in turn gave more of herself to taste. There is an instinctual parting of her legs, just enough to let Ayari's knee push and press against the sore spot between them.
Tell me to stop, and I will. But we both know you don’t want me to.
A groan for an answer — one not quite human nor demon — escapes her parted lips as Rumi's eyes take on a familiar golden hue. "Aya—" She laughs then, something bright and utterly enamoured as claws reach forward and tangle themselves into a mess of black-brown hair. "Shut up and fuck me already if you're so sure then."
@queenrumi cont'd from here because this is hilarious.
Though Mira's arms are crossed, she's looking at Rumi with a sparkle of amusement in her eyes. Watching Rumi fidget all of a sudden has her smug. "I didn't know there was a wrong answer on a bingo card. I didn't say we had to do anything about it, either."
She tilts her head a little, not unlike a curious cat. "Are you nervous? I only bite sometimes," Mira drawls. "What other type is there? Blood type? Weird quiz for that."
Caught on a technicality. Leave it to Mira to twist her words around.
She's pressing her hands against her lower back, as if that alone was the only thing keeping her from falling face first in her own humiliation. Fine. Point one for Mira.
Wrinkling her nose, Rumi does what Rumi does best: Avoid and Deflect. "Ugh. Whatever. You're the one who took it in the first place. Why so eager to show me your results if you didn't want something to come about it?"
Rumi is a pain in Mira's fucking ass, but she's a beautiful, stubborn, golden-hearted one that Mira doesn't know what she would do without. There's never been anyone who manages to incense her quite like Rumi. It's a comfort, really—something she comes to expect, that she can rely on. It doesn't matter what else is going on. They can still argue over stupid, pointless shit.
Mira's winning streak is a joke, but if she's going to lose to anyone, it has to be Rumi. Likewise... Mira has a pathological need to wipe that smug expression off of Rumi's face.
"I don't even need to be loud," Mira claims (loudly), "I just know that you're wrong. I'm not being defensive. Someone around here needs to take you down a peg, and it isn't going to be Zoey." She leans back against the couch and crosses one leg over the other in a show of relaxation. Her dark gaze levels Rumi with a spark of wry amusement. "Who else is going to keep you in line? Be that devil's advocate?" She comments smoothly, the corner of her lips turning upwards into a faint smirk. "Save yourself the time, princess."
If anyone happened to notice the way Rumi's gaze drifted down the length of Mira's neatly crossed legs... no, they didn't. It was simply a trick of the light. Or maybe something in her eye. Whichever excuse sounded more convincing.
"W-Ke—Keep me in line? Who said I needed to be kept in line?" Her arms folded across her chest in a familiar display of indignation and defiance, chin tipping upward as she huffed and strode across the room.
"I'm the least problematic person in this group, and I'll remind you" — she adds with a pointed finger towards her face— "I'm the one with the patterns."
More often than not, Rumi was the one left picking up the pieces after the other two hunters. She was the one offering apologies on their behalf, smoothing over conflicts, and saving face whenever disaster inevitably struck. [Usually some online beef with an anti]
It was part of what made her such a capable leader aaaaand also probably the reason why if hadn't been born with a head full of grey hair, she would have been grey by this time already.
"Don't call me princess. You know I hate it when you do that."
i can understand that. he's a very attractive man. / @xgeumbit from himawari!
Minsu had warned her that someone would eventually catch on (said in a way that indicated they would very much love it if someone did) but Rumi didn't think it would happen so soon. She was usually meticulous about these things, after all.
Whenever she was out in public, she made a point of changing her phone wallpaper back to something suitably boring and generic before anyone could get a glimpse of it. Somewhere between getting ready that morning and making her way to the studio, though, the habit must have slipped her mind.
"Thanks? I mean It's not like that we're just —" living together? Eating together? Sleeping together? Showering together? The longer she stutters the curlier Hima's smirk becomes.
There was really no other explanation for the disaster currently unfolding before her. Or for the smug look she knew Minsu would wear when they inevitably found out. "I— okay. So... you'll keep my secret, yeah? We're not really ready to go public with it just yet."
❝ if i sleep, i’ll miss everything. ❞ / @xgeumbit from hyun! c:
She's not laughing. You're laughing. Who knew Hyun had a cute streak to them.
"It's not like there's much to miss anyway," she comforts while patting the other's shoulder. "Train rides are typically really boring anyway. You sleep and I'll keep watch of your things in the meantime. Sounds good?"
“How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.” / @xgeumbit from hwa!
Hwa's form disappears as she turns the corner, leaving Rumi to sit alone in the small living space of her one-bedroom apartment. Though she loved her sister dearly, she didn't want to make of habit of intruding too much when she visited.
Rumi had just... been in the neighbourhood... while patrolling... in the dead of night.
"Unnie," she calls out once she hears the clatter of cups and metal, "Unnie I'm fiiinnneee. I can't stay. I just wanted to say hi before finishing my rounds." You can just say you missed her Rumi. It's okay.
"—I-said-I've-never-kissed-before." It was embarrassing enough that she had confess once but absolute humiliation to have to do it a second time? Surely the Honmoon would have pity on her. Or maybe some nearby spirits would see to it to end her suffering right then and there?
She mulled over @xgeumbit's insinuation once more, cheeks flushed from either the soju they exchanged between words or the topic at hand. The internet had been rather loud in their own speculations so it wasn't like she could blame Minsu from trying to uncover some of the truth.
Messing around with demons was one thing but what Rumi did... yeah, okay. It could have been mistaken for crime of passion.
"It wasn't like that with him." If love had truly existed between Jinu and her, it remained forever unfinished— like a corrupted song or a shredded piece of sheet music. She continues, "Jinu was someone who understood me — or I guess I thought as much until he betrayed me."
Fingers brush theirs when she takes the bottle from their grasp and swigs the sweet liquid with a scrunched face. It didn't taste bad but this must be... what the third? The fourth? And it was already halfway emptied.
"Anyyyyway, I'm not like you," she says with a voice rough from her drink, "I'm not charming or flirty or stupidly handsome. While I was collecting awards you were breaking hearts, isn't that right?"
