Synopsis: Among the Huntrix fandom, there has always been a discussion of theories and ideas about a strange voice in every song from the girls. Something of which they have avoided in every interview. But the one behind it is so much more than they could possibly think. Unraveling her secrets attracts attention she’s yearned yet feared for her life.
Genres: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn (?), Yandere (?)
CW: Slight anxiety/panic attack
Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Word Count: 563
A/N: I want to join the fic craze bc I really love this movie and I NEED that sequel. Also I’m only describing MC’s hair style and eye details (plot reasons), everything else in your interpretation!
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In the large fandom of the ever popular group HUNTR/X, there has always been a pool of theories and discussions about a certain aspect in there songs.
What is that voice in the background?
Ever since their debut, a haunting yet beautiful voice has always been present in every release down to solos and performances.
Combing through every interview, social media content, and performances, fans have tried to figure out who this voiced belonged to.
Overanalysing each of the girls voices weren’t enough.
Nothing matched to that haunting feeling.
And yet…
It always filled them with a sense of comfort.
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”Girls, there is someone I’d like you to meet.”
Curiosity fills the newly formed hunters of the current generation as Celine lead the three of them to the garden. Just at the foot of the tree stands an older women who looked the same age as Celina, though she had a messily tied up bun being held up by a hair pin with noticeable greys along dyed caramel streaks.
Just behind the women was another girl who has a more shaggy appearance judging from the strange uneven cuts of hair around her collarbone and messy fringe covering up her eyes.
The women turns around to meet the other girls with a strange gold rim around her brown eyes.
“Girls, this is (M/N). The previous fourth hunter. And behind her is (Y/N), the new fourth hunter.”
As soon as that was announced, the three girls were filled with shock.
“THERES A FOURTH HUNTER?!”
“For how long?! How come you’ve never trained with us?” Rumi questions. “We’ve had some… complications trying to meet up. The original plan was for Rumi and (Y/N) to meet when they were younger, but things didn’t go to plan.” (M/N) answers with a polite but cold tone. The gold rimmed eyes don’t help them feel better.
”Come on (Y/N), say hi to them.”
Peaking behind her mother that met with the trio of girls, shivering (f/c) eyes with the same intriguing gold rims around. She dressed much more casual, like she just came from lounging on the couch prior.
“Hi… its nice to meet you guys.”
The anticipated softness of her voice struck an unexpected cord in the girls. Something alluring and melodic.
”We’ve decided that (Y/N) will join Huntrix.”
Once those words left Celine’s mouth, the girls swiftly saw the colour drain from (Y/N)’s face.
Slowly turning her head.
”WAIT! WHAT?! YOU SIGNED ME UP FOR THIS?! NO NO NO NO NO! YOU DID NOT CONSULT ME ON THIS MUM! REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME I TRIED PERFORMING?!”
Her surprising booming voice made the girls take a step back for a bit. Though the three snapped out of their shock when seeing (Y/N). Sweat glistened on her forehead and her breathing was steadily going ragged. She was shaking her mother like her life depended on it.
“No no no. NOT performing. We agreed on that. You’re just taking over my previous position in the Sunlight Sisters, just a backing vocalist.”
(Y/N) froze for a second. Before collapsing onto her mother, looking like she ran a marathon.
“Celine should’ve mentioned that first. Don’t worry honey.”
Rumi could hear (Y/N) muttering inaudible words of gratitude.
But she looked like she was on the verge of tears.
And yet…
Her slowly calming voice struck a nerve of peace in the three hunters.
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Edit: just wanna add that I imagine MC’s singing voice either be Leehi or Seori. Also the idea evolved into a yandere story, but its not that bad I swear.
Synopsis: One variety show and a bath house debacle later, a disagreement about their next step sends one to grow uncomfortably distant. The meeting between a demon and 'hunter' irrupts the honmoon with a strange effect to those similar to them.
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Yandere
CW: Shitty description of fight scene (probs)
Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: Hi...? Nearly been a year since I updated this fic, I had the fattest writers block of my life and legit forgot what I was doing here. Anyways, read back my shit and this has been in the drafts for a year : I
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Racing back to the tower after watching the Saja Boys, the girls hastily changed into their leather battle outfits to ready for that night. After the cancelling of their live performance, Bobby and her gave the girls a day off to try and recuperate for more promotions that they know is extremely hard to reschedule.
(Y/N) was never one to join their little dress ups usually. The only times she did was for award shows, mainly because all three of them insisted that her and Bobby match with them.
Contrastingly dressed in a long brown skirt leading to her ankles and a cream coloured long sleeve top. Brown boots and belt with a light coloured bag on her shoulder. A face mask hanging on her ears and resting on her chin.
Throwing out her usual professional attire in the moment as this was nothing to do with work, technically. For supervision purposes, she decided to join the girls and watch from back stage to see how things go.
Though knowing the chances at the moment, its not gonna end well.
Arriving at the variety show as secret as possible, the three hunters were eagerly giggling at each other with their simple takedown plan. Meanwhile, (Y/N) is off in the corner with her parasol out resting on her shoulders.
Rumi asked for her to have her weapon out in case they escape. She agreed, because its Rumi, she knows it'll upset her and then the questions will come next.
'Not what I want to deal with.'
Sarcastic comments in her head that she planned on keeping to herself.
Live on TV were the Saja Boys tackling that spicy hot sauce challenge that she had to watch the girls deal with once. It wasn't a pretty sight. Especially the aftermath.
"Once they come off the stage, we'll jump down for the attack, and these boys'll be..."
"Done, done done."
Sighing to herself while massaging her temples, (Y/N) could only watch as thee girls attempt this plan.
Watching as one by one the boys fall to the challenge, leaving the winner Baby Saja as the one standing. The hosts were about to wrap up the broadcast, when Jinu snatches the mic out one of their hands.
"Then why say goodbye when we have extra special guests coming up?"
"Please welcome HUNTR/X!"
The spotlights directing its attention to the top of of the set, with the girls quickly replacing their eager bloodlust to their usual professional smiles for the cameras. Hastily putting down their weapons.
"We just wanted to stop by and congratulate our hoobaes on their debut and-"
"And of course. Pay Games with Us! Bring out the slides!"
Pushing out a slide with a ball pit attached to the end, hesitation evident in their gazes at one another. Telling themselves 'its for the fans' with the crowd eager to see them.
*SSSSSSQQUUUEEEEAAAAAAKKKKKK*
The VERY loud leather meeting contact with the smooth plastic of the slides, erupts an incredibly unpleasant sound for everyone's ears. One could say its as bad as nails on a chalk board.
'Good honmoon god... this is going everywhere online...'
Reaching the end of the slide and pathetically plopping in the pit, the crowd bursting with applause and certainly someone is already making a funny clip for edit videos later.
All three hunters were pissed to say the least, this embarrassment was a traitor to their concept and job as hunters! Pushing that aside and hopping out of the pit, replacing their discontent with their idol selves again.
"Well, this was fun."
"It was truly an honour to share the stage with you."
"Oh no. The honour is ours."
"No, it was ours."
"It's ours."
"Ours. Ours.."
"Ours. Ourss..."
"Ours."
"Ours."
"Oh, my back!"
The curtains quickly falling as their facades fall with it. Glares and growls at the demons were met with nothing, seeing as the group sped ran out of the building.
Following quick behind the boys to the emergency exit of the building, finding their escape/hiding place to be a dreadful location for Rumi.
The purple haired leader fully focusing on the matter at hand, whilst Zoey cheered about finally going to the bathhouse with Rumi.
'Wait. Where's (N/n)?'
Mira wondered looking behind her back, unable to see their manager following along. But the hot-trail of the demons made her hope that nothing bad happened.
Sneakily making their way in the bathhouse, weapons drawn out with steady footsteps, only to find their trail leading into the male section. Groaning at the unfamiliar and frankly uncomfortable setting.
Snapping them into their battle state again was the chuckle of the demons they're set on killing. "Wow. Did you really follow us in here?"
"I knew they would. That ones always looking at me."
"No we're not!"
"You think we're just gonna let you steal our fans?"
"You'll have to fight us for them."
"Yeah. Keep your hands off our honmoon."
"(Laughs) We're not here to fight. They are."
Pink breaks within their honmoon reveal numerous long lanky demons bursting at the seams, low stances as they're ready to pounce.
"Water demons!"
"Oh great. My favourite."
"Get rid of the hunters. Then you can eat all the souls you want."
Leaping into action. A countless number of demons launch themselves at the three. Striking and swinging their weapons as their bodies bursting into pink sparkles.
Spreading out among the room, striking down, throwing daggers and avoiding being remotely touched by the demons. The number of demons remerging and being sliced down again is turning endless.
A coordinated attack.
"Have fun. Ohee!"
Jinu's taunt triggering Rumi with anger coating her face. Without another thought, she chases after him.
"What's going on with the honmoon?" Zoey exclaims, looking above at the pink strands of the honmoon, ripping apart to reveal more and more water demons.
"Its getting worse!"
The walls not safe from the tears and emerging creatures, eager to feed off the souls residing.
"We can't hold them. We need (Y/N) and Rumi."
Stuck in a sauna room filled with red coated steam, clouding Rumi and Jinu's views slightly. The purple-nette swinging her sword as Jinu swiftly avoids her attacks with ease.
"Woah! Mind the face. I need it to steal your fans." Throwing a bucket for a distraction as his nails and teeth sharpened and grew. Launching at her trying to strike her down, or at least annoy and distract her.
Teleporting around her only to get kicked into one of the seats. Pinning him down with her sword only inches away from his neck.
"(Chuckle) You're strong." His playful smirk doesn't make his situation better.
But an echoing voice reverbs throughout the bathhouse, snapping the two in their moment.
"Dun dun da da da dum~"
"Dun dun da da da dum~"
*BLAM*
Crushing through the wooden interior walls lead a large hole into the main area. Mira and Zoey surrounded by an overwhelming number of demons, calling for Rumi.
"Dun dun da da da dum~"
"Dun dun da da da dum~"
The voice catching the ears of the demons, directing their attention to the strange sound.
A figure with a large parasol covering their identity, though soon lifted to reveal a head of (f/c). Her soft flowy attire making her look like a fragile doll.
"I take my eyes off for a mere few seconds, and this is what I miss?"
Her (f/c) and gold gaze hollowing against the hungry hostile demons. Tiredly breathing in and out, seeing the demons lowly stance to launch at her.
One impatient demon jumps out towards her, the girls and even Jinu worriedly looking at her. Panic rolling on their faces.
Before the female closes the parasol and leans back, avoiding the demon. Stepping sideways she points her parasol end at the demon, a flutter of lavender flowing through its body before slumping down in a fetal position.
Her echoing hums fill the noise as her mouth opens. Emitting the hypnotic tone.
"Teal eyes like the ocean"
"Brave soul, big commotion"
"But he’s lost in new devotion"
"Slow down, I can be your guide"
A plethora of demons launch at her. Repeating her actions whilst softly singing a song she was saving for later.
Fluidly stepping away from every demon coming her way, touching small parts of their bodies and knocking them to the ground.
Sending them to the ground, their expressions turning that of sadness and pity.
"Follow the moon"
"To the edge of the Earth"
"Close to you soon"
"Cause I know what you’re worth"
The surrounding honmoon glowed a lavender purple, sealing up the broken seams with the demons beginning to glow the same.
Their expressions growing tired yet with a soft smile. Phasing through the honmoon and back where they came from.
"Rough past, nothing else to say"
"But I skimmed past everything you hate"
"Cause I saw who you are"
"Underneath all the scars~"
Opening up her parasol to block incoming demons, a wave of lavender rippling through the canopy. Blasting away the demons as they phase back to the demon realm.
"Big names try to shut it down"
"But you win lanes"
"You don’t water out"
"But you’re lost in the hate"
"So I’ll shine like Polaris~"
One spin of the parasol flooded a light through the girls. Their energy feeling deeply replenished as they regain their focus.
Slipping through the cracks and 'massacre', Jinu makes his escape. Not before glancing again at the girl, choosing to deal with this later.
He'll be back for her.
"Teal eyes likе the ocean"
"Brave soul, big commotion"
"But hе’s lost in new devotion"
"Slow down, I can be your guide"
Slashing down the knocked out demons, the girls swerve and takedown the still demons whilst listening to the unheard song from their manager.
"Follow the moon"
"To the edge of the Earth"
"Close to you soon"
"Cause I know what you’re worth"
A ripple of blue and purple flows through the honmoon, effectively sealing off the demons from coming back to the bathhouse.
Heaving a few deep breathes, collecting themselves. Before being interrupted by an older voice.
"Hey! This is the men's bathhouse. Get out of here."
'시발...'
Profusely bowing their heads and apologising whilst backing out. Heat flushing (Y/N)'s face and pulling up her mask to desperately cover her face.
We recently learned a lot more about what each dorm offers its students in terms of amenities and house culture!! I did my best to compile those details here, as well as add other bits of lore we previously knew from other parts of Twst.
Heartslabyul
The second oldest dorm at NRC.
The rose maze changes shape according to the commands of the dorm leader. The flowers are always in eternal bloom.
Their rose trees attack people if they try to climb the hedges or use flight.
They raise flamingos and hedgehogs.
There is a courtroom in which they hold trials and important ceremonies like singing for the hedgehogs when they sneeze.
All the flora are carefully cultivated magical plants. They can walk if ordered to.
Unbirthday parties are held in the rose garden when no student has a birthday on a particular date.
The current students did not plant the flowers and trees; they were inherited from previous generations. In this way, they can be considered historic items, and thus Riddle becomes furious when the roses are not treated well.
The dormitory’s interior has a tendency to undergo sudden updates and layout changes. Staircases can "move around" or vanish, and the doors and rooms can rearrange at random.
Heartslabyul seems to set a different watchman every day to stand at the front of the dorm.
Riddle expects even visitors to adhere to the rules and to not cause a disturbance.
There are upside down chairs and floating picture frames in the hall, as well as rooms where directions are flipped and places where the floor is so warped you cannot tell how to walk on it.
The stairs are enchanted; on Thursdays, they gain 60 more steps.
There is no flying allowed inside the dorm.
The kitchen has a heart-shaped door. Its cupboards are all wobbly.
The fridge is often packed with baked goods due to unbirthday party planning.
The washroom resembles a flower field. The sinks resemble bottles underneath; the water inside circulates via magic.
You must fold your sleeves three times for washing your face. This is regardless of if you have short sleeves or a tank top, to ensure a clean shared space.
The lounge had a clear view of the rose gardens from inside. Flowers decorate the lounge; they are picked by Riddle and then arranged by Trey (who initially wasn’t very good at it).
At the end of the day, dorm members gather and like up by their suit. Then the dorm leader leads a recitation of the rules. (Visitors must join in too.) This was a tradition started by the first dorm leader and then revived by Riddle. If someone messes up, they are scolded in front of everyone.
Savanaclaw
Its students are usually athletes. They also tend to be hot-headed.
The walkway area opens to a big glass wall so there is light all year round. The ceilings are high and the halls have an open atrium.
The dorm leader’s room is on the topmost floor. When he steps outside and looks down, he can see everything. This is meant to emulate the time when the King of Beasts inspired the hyenas to follow him by the light of the moon.
Savanaclaw has a magift/spelldrive field and what is basically a gym with the latest training machines next to that. It used to be a storage place for sports equipment.
Leona describes his students as rough troublemakers. They are also very competitive.
Their lounge has a waterfall that actually flows continuously. It keeps the area cool and is meant to represent the beautiful savanna environment.
The lounge chairs are very comfortable. Apparently the students have staked their claim on the chairs, calling it their “territory”.
In territorial disputes, you’re meant to settle matters with your fists (well, arm wrestling). Prior to Leona being dorm leader, violent brawls were a constant occurrence to resolve problems.
Leona explains arm wrestling is a superior way for conflict resolution, since no one gets hurt physically and it’s a good way to relieve stress. Plus, the students can fix their issues without having to call for him.
In Savanaclaw, “survival of the fittest” mentality runs deep and physical strength is prized.
Octavinelle
Octavinelle’s hallways have glass corridors so you can gaze out into the sea, fish, coral, and underwater plants at all times. It was made this way so you can always see the sea and has always been a part of Octavinelle’s design.
The glass is reinforced with magic so it can withstand the strong water pressure. It didn’t break even when Floyd hit it when he was in a bad mood.
The dorm is unique because it is the only one located in a sea.
The Mostro Lounge is a student-run café in Octavinelle. It was started over a year ago when Azul and Crowley made a deal: return the magic of several contracted students in return for permission to run the café. 10% of its proceeds go back to NRC.
There is one drink purchase minimum if you want to be seated in the Mostro Lounge.
No fighting is allowed inside the lounge, as it is considered a “gentlemanly” place. If you make a fuss, Jade and/or Floyd will escort you out (by force, if necessary).
Azul studied interior design intently to design a place where gentlemen could socialize. Floyd was asked to rearrange the furniture a lot, and Jade provided input since he used to frequent cafés and restaurants.
Azul wanted to make a dimly lit place with calm vibes. It’s an “adult” or “grown-up” feeling space for students.
Mostro Lounge has comfortable seats and luxurious decorations. Azul was very particular about the expensive jellyfish chandeliers.
The VIP Room is even more fancy and more heavily furnished than the Mostro Lounge. It is for special clientele.
The VIP Room is completely soundproof. No matter how loud you screen or cry, you won’t be heard.
Octavinelle’s lounge has a big sofa. Apparently it was refurnished when Azul became dorm leader. The furniture used to be so old that they broke when larger students sat down on it.
They regularly have debate tournaments. They started because a student was previously framed by another student and was forced to admit fault for the something he wasn’t actually guilty of (the failure of a magical pharmaceuticals assignment).
If even one of their students makes a mistake, the entire dorm looks bad. Thus, debate tournaments exist to help students practice arguing themselves out of difficult situations.
If there are leftover ingredients at the Mostro Lounge when they close for the day, they are used to prepare dishes for the dorm’s students to eat together. Azul claims it helps eliminate food waste and helps build a sense of community in Octavinelle.
Their students are known for their intelligence.
Scarabia
Scarabia was renovated with funds donated from the Asims once Kalim enrolled. Before this, the interior was more dark red and subdued. The dorm has a lot of gold now.
The shape of their roofs emulates the roofs of the Scalding Sands.
Scarabia live under the motto "plan with deep anticipation".
Students are resourceful and often excel in astrology and ancient incantations. They often rival Octavinelle in terms of grades.
There are pots with traditional Scalding Sands designs everywhere for decoration. They are worth 4 million madol each.
The storeroom is currently used to hold a bunch of gold, jewels, and other treasures Kalim’s dad sent to school.
Kalim has a diorama corner in the storeroom, which has a miniature version of the dorm. (He also has one back home, but of his house.) It has a functioning mini fountain. There are also lights, moving parts, and animal toys. He likes to play a game where you try to stack the animals as high as you can without letting them topple over.
Jamil or some other Scarabia member runs pat-downs on those who enter the storeroom. They’ve had incidents in the past where people stole valuables.
The storeroom is guarded by anti-theft magic. Those who try to leave with items will be zapped by a strong electrical current.
The carpets and cushions in the lounge are highly detailed. They’re made for lying in and relaxing.
They have a lantern that resembles a face hanging in the lounge. It was there before the renovations.
Scarabia students tend to be carefree, lazy, and even spoiled. Lots of them eat while lying on the floor.
Kalim has a magic carpet which he keeps in the storeroom. He borrowed it from his dad.
Scarabia’s sky is beautiful at night.
Pomefiore
Pomefiore is the oldest and most historic dorm.
Anyone that does not keep up their appearance won’t be allowed inside.
They have a ballroom where students can practice dancing.
Its students excel in potionology and curses.
Pomefiore’s interior is styled to resemble a castle, with plenty of fine detail, luxury, and glamour. The floor is meant to resemble a red carpet.
Students often discuss their looks and have stereotypically feminine hobbies + interests. As Rook describes it, everyone is pursuing their own beauty. Many students also seem to come from well-off families, as they already arrive speaking in very refined ways and with knowledge of luxury items.
The washroom is usually very crowded. Students frequently check their makeup and skin condition in the mirrors, so the wait for your turn to go is very long.
The washroom mirrors have lighting like the ones in actors’ dressing rooms and high-definition mirrors that accurately show makeup colors.
There are other specialized mirrors like ones that recreate different lighting and climate so you can always see how you look in different conditions and inverting mirrors, so you can see how you appear in others’ eyes.
The basement/crypt houses a potions lab. Normally, outsiders would not be allowed in. It has a reputation for being scary.
Their lab has a strong smell, is quiet, and the air conditioning does not work well. Many dorm leaders have conducted experiments in the lab.
The lab is set up so that is it very easy to grab things and start concocting as soon as an idea strikes you.
The lounge has a peacock throne that is inspired by the seat the Fairest Queen sat in. The furnishings and chandeliers are also inspired by her elegance.
The lounge apparently took a long time to design. The goal is to help students appreciate the diligence and aesthetics of the lounge.
Relaxing music plays in the lounge around nighttime. It is supposed to help improve your quality of sleep. This was introduced by past dorm members.
Another system emits a flowery smell late in the day. It is also supposed to support sleep. The current aroma dispersed is made by Rook.
There is a special drink (hot water) every student has before bed. It is served from a special vase.
Pomefiore grows many poisonous plants and flowers.
Students magically cultivate apple trees in the garden for use in a special spell.
Ignihyde
The newest dorm.
Ignihyde has gone through transitions since it was first built. Originally, the interior was more old-fashioned and solemn to resemble a stone temple.
There are pillars with arial displays; the pillars are a remnant of its original design.
As technology advanced, more students who were good with engineering joined Ignihyde. This led to them pursuing greater convenience when they gathered, but modded the dorm so heavily that Crowley scolded them for it.
Ignihyde is rigged with facial recognition software at its entrance which prevents non-Ignihyde residents from entering.
There servers and network systems are in the deepest part of Ignihyde, so the security there is much more strict, requiring fingerprint authentication, a retinal scan, and a password.
If you fail facial recognition three times, an infrared beam will fire at the outsider. It won’t kill you, but it will scorch you.
Some students blend in with normies, rather than looking like the typical otaku who don’t care about their appearances.
The students used their own money to buy and install communal washroom appliances to increase efficiency. (Crowley refuses to buy luxury items for them.)
These communal appliances include a salon-style standing hairdryer (which allows you to multitask while your hair dries), a steaming iron that fixes even the most stubborn wrinkles and cleans lint, and a massage chair with a foot bath function and a hot eye mask.
Student researchers suffer from back pain and stiff backs because of how sedentary they are.
The Ignihyde boys’ muscle flexibility is 40% lower than that of the average teenage boy.
The lounge is shaped like a colosseum.
The lounge has high spec computers which can run powerful simulations.
A robot vacuum cleans the dorm every few hours. It has been modified to be quiet and work fast with a strong suction.
Ignihyde students tend to be shy/quiet, serious, and/or not very outgoing, sometimes confined to their own rooms.
Ignihyde students often get inspiration from listening to their peers mutter. They tend to look down and mumble instead of making direct eye contact and speaking directly.
However, the students are capable of chatting about their interests, like manga and academic papers. Sometimes the discussions become extremely heated because everyone has their own research specialties and refuse to compromise on their preferences.
Even when it’s lights out, debates can continue over group messages until the morning.
Students rarely interact with other dorms. Even very sociable students like Cater say they don't have a single friend from Ignihyde.
Its students excel in tech-related fields.
Diasomnia
Third oldest dorm at NRC.
Sunlight is scarce.
Diasomnia’s briar acts as a magical defense system, behaving similarly to Heartslabyul's roses and obeying the commands of the dorm leader.
Since Malleus came into power, the briar have become basically obsolete since he’s able to provide the same defenses (or better) using his own magic
The drawbridge to the castle is enchanted to raise to deny intruders entry. You must have authorization of the dorm leader to be allowed in. This is to emulate the same drawbridge the Thorn Witch had in her castle.
Diasomnia is built from stone. It has very few changes made to it.
The ceiling has black briar-like ornaments to create a solemn atmosphere.
There is a room that Lilia uses as his spare storage room for items he obtained on his worldly travels. In fact, Diasomnia has a lot of spare rooms.
Sebek wants to make a library, Silver wants to make a broom first-aid room stocked with healing potions + bandages, and Lilia wants to decorate a room to help visitors feel at ease. However, Malleus says they should not decorate spare rooms without permission.
Candles with green flames are all over the dorm.
They used to have a TV in the lounge, but Malleus “silenced” it forever with magic by accident. (He was trying to adjust the TV’s volume and went overboard.)
Their closing assembly is a long-time tradition. It started with the intent of raising awareness and promoting community. The dorm leader basically recounts their day at school.
Diasomnia students are highly disciplined and move in a very militaristic in-sync manner.
They generally look up to their leader Malleus, praise him, and seek to emulate his behaviors.
Diasomnia students in particular are hostile to outsiders and dent entry even to those with permits.
Hi everyone who reads my Kpop Demon Hunters fanfic; Backing Voice. I have a big update concerning this fic entirely.
If you guys have been on Twitter, Instagram or TikTok (just the internet in general really), then some of you guys would know about the D4vd situation.
First, I wanna give my condolences to the victim Celeste Rivas and her family.
And second, the reason I bring this up is because his songs were a great inspiration for this fic and I feel really uncomfortable about using his songs here or any parts further.
And the other reason I haven't posted is mainly because of burnout, but this situation really makes me want to go back and edit my previous parts when I used his songs (even if its one).
Each Overblot can be categorized by Childhood Trauma
I don't really need to explain, but I'm gonna.
Riddle Rosehearts: Child Abuse
Riddle is the poster child for child abuse. From his lack of freedom for activities, his limited diet, the isolation, the emotional manipulation, his childhood is basically a list of overly controlling and abusive parenting styles. Children who have been abused tend to try to maintain control, since so much of their lives have been controlled by others. It's not uncommon for children who have been abused to grow up into abusers themselves, because that's what they've been taught is how you treat others.
Leona Kingscholar: Child Neglect
Leona was neglected in the sense that he was the least favorite child. He wasn't abused; he was abandoned. Nothing he could do would be good enough, so why try? Children who are neglected often feel unworthy of affection or attention and may even do things to make people dislike them. They'd prefer the self-fulfilling prophecy of being alone than risking letting someone in and hurting them again. It takes a lot of work to get a child of neglect to trust people again, but when they do, they are usually very loyal.
Azul Ashengrotto: Victim of Bullying
Children typically learn their morals from their parents and peers, which can often lead to prejudice being formed by social pressures. Not only was Azul not a typical merperson (being an octopus), but he also was physically overweight as a child. And if mer-society is anything like human society, being overweight is seen as a pique reason for aggression. Children who are bullied very often become bullies themselves, seeking out ways to obtain the power that was taken from them by their bullies. And Azul is all about taking power from others.
Jamil Viper: Victim of Slavery
While I can't say a lot about the slavery side of things, what I can say is that a lot of the anger that Jamil feels is absolutely valid. Between being forced to serve anyone just to stay alive, having to specifically serve someone who's morals clash with your own, and having to pretend to be smaller (or less intelligent) than someone else to survive does a lot to your emotional regulation; especially as a child. Jamil can't act out and rebel or go on strike like a besmirched employee can; acting out can result in death. Children living under these circumstances are bound to have difficulties being vulnerable in general, let alone with others.
Vil Schoenheit: Child Stars/Inferiority Complex
It's being shown more and more that Child Stars deal with things a typical child wouldn't have to. There's more stress, and different kinds of stress, than an average child might have to deal with. While there's the hope that Vil didn't have to deal with childhood SA, there are other challenges he'd have to face. Many children don't understand the difference between rival and enemy, which makes it difficult to know who you can be friends with and who you shouldn't be friends with. Not to mention the strive for perfection.
Idia Shroud: Survivor's Guilt
Losing a family member is hard. Losing a family member in an accident and being the only one who survived the accident is worse. No one handles survivors guilt well, because everyone thinks that they should have been the one to be taken. Even if the person was hurt rather than dying, there's that guilt there. And children are just learning how to regulate their emotions, so figuring out grief on top of that may delay emotional development and cognitive dissonance.
Malleus Draconia: Orphan/Fear of Abandonment
While Malleus was raised by Lilia, it's made pretty clear that Lilia isn't viewed as Malleus's dad, but rather his companion. Children who grow up without parents tend to have attachment issues; whether that is having difficulty connecting to people or having abandonment issues, or both. Whether they were given up for adoption or their parents passed away, children perceive the absence of their parents as abandonment; as being thrown away or cast aside. And it's pretty clear that Malleus is afraid of being left alone, not just left out. He doesn't necessarily deal with FOMO (fear of missing out) more than he's afraid of being abandoned.
Conclusion;
Everyone needs therapy. And I guess Yuu is the therapist.
Synopsis: Sorting out ways to help Rumi's voice one day leads to the discovery of an emerging demon boy band. Their song hypnotic as they hastily gain fans all around. HUNTR/X being less than happy with the results.
Genres: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Yandere
CW: None
Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Word Count: 3.6k
A/N: Hi I took a break and might have forgotten a few plot points whilst forgetting to write them down before hand :D
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"Girls! *huff* I'm sorry I'm late! I got caught up with someone..."
Bursting through the door of the empty restaurant (Y/N) apologises first without thinking. Seeing the three girls at a small table as they long forget their food.
Zoey and Mira gleams seeing the (f/c)nette, though Rumi looks more surprised. "(Y/N)! You made it." Zoey waves at her as the manager awkwardly waves back, taking a seat in between Mira and Rumi.
"Again, I'm sorry..."
"Hey. Its alright. We haven't really started eating anyway."
"No. Its not only that. What happened during rehearsals, I didn't mean to sound mean o-or dismissive of you girls. Its just stress for me. But! I p-promise I'll be better and I'll be there to back you girls up no matter what."
(Y/N) puts on a confident smile for the girls, a fluttering sensation flowing through their hearts at the rare sight. Zoey breaks the silence by giggling at the feeling in her chest. (Y/N) not particular sure why the black-nette started giggling but joined her nonetheless.
"But. Back to before." Cutting off their giggles with a more serious expression. "I'll be honest here, its going to be hard to reschedule the live show because of the sudden cancellation."
"We got that impression from Bobby earlier..." Mira states.
"I...I'm sorry guys. My voice, its in trouble."
'Trouble? That's new.'
"Wait, in trouble? Then why did you push up the 'Golden' release?"
"Because we're so close, and its so important." Rumi states. But her tone and words made (Y/N) curiously think more.
'So close?'
"Okay, how do we handle this? What do we tell the fans? Maybe we should call Celine?"
"I don't advice that. We know what she'd say."
"Oh, right."
"We are hunters. Voices strong. Your faults and fears must never be seen."
Zoey and Mira reciting what their predecessor echoed at them. (Y/N) furrowed her brows at the phrase.
Her and her mother were never one to follow that motto. Mother in particular despising it. It being forced upon her as she tried to hide all her faults to the point of breakdowns and frustration. It always made her searing patterns appear.
"Rumi, why don't we take a break? We'll skip the Idol Awards this year and-"
"No. No way. Its our most important show. Its when we strengthen the honmoon for the entire year. We can't skip it. We just can't. Not when I'm so close."
‘Close to what? You’re not telling us something Rumi. Though….isn’t that ironic…’
What’s (Y/N) to say about secrets when she herself hasn’t been completely honest. But when has anyone ever been completely transparent. It’s not like every secret needs to be spilled just because someone wants to know. We have a right to keep things to ourselves.
Though in this case, Rumi’s secret might become a massive headache for them.
”Hey, we’ll get through this. We can get through anything. Together.” Zoey’s encouragement bringing on a slightly more relaxed expression on Rumi.
”Okay. We have two weeks to fix Rumi’s voice. Any ideas?”
”I do have one idea.”
”Just one?”
“Shoot, Zoey.”
”Okay, actually, 57, but let’s start with my favourite. Don’t worry. It’s totally legit.”
Shrugging her shoulders and leaning on her elbow against the table, (Y/N) watches the girls listen to Zoey explaining some of her ideas.
She won’t outright say it in the moment, but some of these ideas boarded along the lines of obvious scams and false promises. As much as Zoey at times annoyed (Y/N), she didn’t have the heart to tell her the likely truths.
“(Y/N), why aren’t you eating? We ordered plenty for you.” Zoey questions their manager. “O-Oh, right. Sorry I’ve been a bit lost in thought recently.” Brushing off their stares she picks up her utensils and began digging into her food.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Mira asks with a more worried frown. Zoey and Rumi holding similar expressions with more concern.
Seeing as she can’t get herself out of this conversation, she just sighed and stopped eating. “(Sigh) I’m not getting away from this, am I?” Averting her gaze up to meet the three sets of eyes on her. “Okay then. I….had another….one of my episodes. Right when Rumi left rehearsals...”
Uttering those words, the hunters all clung to her body in a tight yet comforting hug. It’s not been the first time this happened. Well. More like the third time this happened.
The first time was after their debut, a quite public breakdown occurred back stage. It was embarrassing to be seen by the staff. Her mother was the one that told the girls of her anxiety attacks.
The second was right before the tour started. The sheer amount of organising, meetings and calls she did was breaking her mind out of pure exhaustion. The girls found her hyperventilating in the bathroom on the dirty tiles with her attempted eyeliner dripping down her face.
And now, marks the third time.
Well, they technically weren’t there for this one.
A private meltdown with no one to hear or comfort her.
"Never apologise for experiencing that. We should be sorry for not being there for you." Mira gently pats her (f/c) hair.
"Please don't be afraid to come for us! We will always be there for you!" Zoey cries out clinging to her back.
"Yes, (Y/N). Let us know if anything troubles you. We'll do anything to help in anyway!" Rumi adds hugging her side.
The three hunters felt guilty for there actions. Not being there for (Y/N) hurt them. They hate seeing her so stressed. The girls really wish their lovely manager would confined in them more.
Unfortunately though, their said manager just really needed a breath of fresh air that's currently being crushed out of her lungs.
"G-Guys....y-you can let go n-now..."
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After a big hugging session putting the four of them to sleep, the girls dressed in their best disguises and went out in the streets of Seoul. (Y/N) was glad she managed to sleep for a whole night for once. But she still wished she slept in her own bed and not on the couch with the girls.
Donning her classic baggy attire but with a cap obscuring her eyes. Ignoring the face mask as she got the feeling it wasn't necessary. Though she also remembered Jinu and his buddies putting on a show today. Just before leaving she stuffed the flyer in her pockets as a reminder.
But as of now, she follows the girls to make sure this guy Zoey recommends doesn't do anything.
Though hearing what Zoey is saying makes her want to divert them away as fast as possible.
"He's got this special tonic. Apparently, it can heal anything from sore throats to relationship problems."
'Oh you don't say!'
"Ssh! Quietly, Zoey."
"Why are there so many people today?"
(Y/N) noted how populated the area is at the moment. Of course the girls are worried about being seen and finding their disguises online. Our girl especially would rather not be seen on any post.
"Down that alleyway."
Diverging their path from the busy streets, they stood at the foot of an old hanok building refurnished to a clinic with an LED sign with the name 'Han 의원'.
'Yeah... this seems totally legit...'
"Yep, about as legit as I expected."
"Glad to know I'm not the only one thinking that." Mira smiles her way unknowingly.
"Earth and herby. Smells legit to me."
"Yay! That's the spirit! 가자 가자 가자!"
"Hurry, before someone sees us."
Entering the building the girls are greeted with the appearance of a usual doctors front desk/office. Though catching the eyes of our manager and Rumi was a wall lined with numerous signed framed pictures of the doctor and what appears to be celebrities. Seemingly other idols.
Though one picture caught her eye.
A group of four boys giving each other a back hug whilst leaning on the others shoulders, with the doctor strangely at one side gesturing to them. Those faces were oddly familiar.
Dragging her out of her head was the sound of the doctor entering. Standing up to bow and greet the doctor as he urges them to sit.
"You need no introduction. So, a problem with your voice."
"Yes. So we need one of your awesome tonics. Something that will work super fast."
"Okay, let me see."
(Y/N) automatically knew they guy ain't legit. Not bothering to do a proper examination of her throat and instead just staring at her with bulged out eyes.
"I see. I see.... No. Actually, I don't see. Very strange. You have lots of walls up."
"Whoa! He's so good, right?"
"I dunno about that Zoey..." Muttering to herself while messaging her temples.
Rumi scoffs at the comment but Mira quickly affirms that she indeed, does. Denial is not exactly on her side today.
"I'm just trying to stay focused."
"Focus is good, but focusing on one part leads to ignoring other parts, making you separated, isolated."
Her brows raised at the observation. Her own experience agrees with the statement. Mira and Zoey quickly agreeing with the doctor and stating their own views of the sometimes emotionally closed off workaholic known as Rumi. Their leader.
'This does not feel like a doctors appointment. If anything, its just a guy stating out obvious traits and iss-'
"Quiet, yet vocal. A mind racing with thoughts unheard. Silenced by those around, only eager for something else."
She didn't realise the doctor was pointedly staring at her.
"W-What?"
"Yeah, what are saying to our dear manager!" Zoey exclaims clinging onto her side.
"Z-Zoey. Its fine. P-Please let go." She asks of the eager girl, the said giving her some sparkly puppy eyes before letting go.
"How does this help me get my voice back?"
"As I said, to treat the part, we must understand the whole."
"(Groan) That's great, but I thought we were here just for your tonics."
"Just give us the voice juice."
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Whilst the girls were waiting for the tonics, (Y/N) decided to wait outside for them. She trusts them enough to get the tonics, as much as she isn't fond of them.
That picture on the wall seemed oddly familiar.
'Where have I seen those boys from...'
With her time as a manager for HUNTR/X, she's seen and met a fair share of trainees and idols. Perhaps that is why they seemed familiar. But even then, nothing noteworthy comes up when she saw their faces. Man she wishes she could remember where she saw these guys.
Shaking her head to try and ward off these strangely curious thoughts.
'This shouldn't be occupying my brain as much as it should. I should be thinking about another song to sing for tomorrow night, I have another pacifying to d-'
"Oof!"
"Sorry, are you alright?"
So caught up in her mind that she ended up wandering out of the alleyway. Clashing bodies with a strong built guy and falling to her knees by accident.
"Y-Yeah, I'm f-fin- Oh. You're the guys I saw with Jinu last night." Meeting the familiar short pink haired friend of Jinu. The said male had his eyes widen slightly before turning down back to normal. A glint of mischief in his eyes with a thought.
"We never fully introduced ourselves, I'm called Abby." Bowing his head slightly as a greeting whilst helping her up.
"I'm Romance, Jinu mentioned me last time we saw each other." The longer pink haired male comes up from behind and leans on Abby's shoulder.
"I remember that."
"The one pouting behind me is our maknae, Baby Saja. And the last with the long fringe is Mystery." The mentioned maknae side-eyed Romance from his confirmed pouting face.
(Y/N) felt a chin resting on her shoulder, feeling the fluffy silver grey hair of Mystery tickling her face and neck. His close contact sent an uncomfortable shiver down her spine. Glancing her gaze down slightly, she can see the slight run-through of purple patterns across his exposed face, a quick reminder on what they are really.
Moving her shoulders up forces Mystery off with a sad pout on his face from the action.
"Well, its nice to meet you guys. Aren't you performing today?" She questions with a shiver to her body, still uncomfortable with Mystery's strange 'greeting' to her.
"Why yes, we are. Are you sticking around to watch us?" Romance asks with a flirtatious wink.
(Y/N) already decided she was going to watch them, purely to see what kind of concept her and HUNTR/X are working against. Though the pastel clothing was enough to tell her. Now its a matter of curiosity.
Shrugging her shoulders while stuffing her hands in her pockets. "I don't see why not. I'm actually also waiting for some friends, so I may as well kill some time."
"I'm so glad to hear that!"
Turning up her attention she sees Jinu pushing past the other boys (who don't look that happy with the action), an excited expression etching onto his face upon seeing her. His presence calming her shivers ever so slightly.
"I'm gonna assume you were organising your stage Jinu?" Crossing her arms and putting on a more professional tone. She may consider Jinu a new friend, but that doesn't mean he's off the hook as a demon yet.
His reason for being on the surface is enough to raise suspicion.
"Your powers would be of great use, considering you guys don't seem to have a manager in sight. (muttering) Even I don't think a company is willing to sign you and debut you the same year, let alone week." Her muttering went under their ears, replaced with shocked expressions to hear that she knows of their faces behind the disguises.
Jinu awkwardly chuckles, sort of amused by her bluntness, but is still heavily questioning how she knows this. "(chuckle) You have no fear in what we are, do you?" Leaning closer to her ear, his voice sending another nervous shiver through her body.
Taking a short breath in before leaning closer to his ear. "Why would I fear someone who doesn't hold such malice in his eyes."
The male had a thrilling shiver go up his spine. Not only from the proximity, but the words from her quiet melodic voice.
"I only see shame and guilt."
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"WHERE DID (Y/N) GO?!"
"I DON'T KNOW?!"
The three girls were panicking upon coming out of the clinic, their box of tonics in hand. They were cheering about helping Rumi's voice, but stopped when they couldn't find their dear manager.
"Did anyone find where she went?"
"No?! We were inside for honmoon's sake!"
"Oh no! She might have been taken by demons! No she must be so lonely and-"
"What is going on?!"
Swerving their head around, they see (Y/N) with a confused face seeing their panicked state.
"My god...I thought you guys found a dead body or something. There is no need to yell for me, you don't want to be attracting ANY attention. Right?"
Her firm strict tone being a quick reminder of what role (Y/N) has played ever since their debut. A more strict version of Bobby with her hands in the creative process. Even when she wasn't fully comfortable with the girls yet, she still managed to steer them in the right direction when avoiding scandals and demos for songs.
Sighing to herself like her mother usually does when she breaks a vase.
"You guys are the ones that said you wanted to stay out of sight." Her muttering causes guilty expressions to pull on the girls. "Don't worry about that now. I should be sorry as well, considering I just walked away without an explanation." Forgiving the girls for this is easier than letting it drag on more.
Rumi and Mira were about to provide an explanation for their panic, but their ears were picking up the faint sound of an instrumental beginning to play in the background.
"Wait. What is that?"
Rumi's question urges the girls to pop their heads out of the alleyway. Only to see a strange pink smoke beginning to form near the centre of the busy area. The backing instruments sounding positive and bubbly as it went on.
Adjusting their disguises, they make their way towards the commotion.
"Hey, hey"
"Hey, hey"
"Hey"
Five silhouettes can be made out in the smoke, all striking poses before the pink suddenly disappears to reveal the performers.
"Don't want you, need you"
"Yeah, I need you to fill me up"
"Masigo masyeo bwado"
"Seonge chaji ana"
"Got a feeling that, oh, yeah (Yeah)"
"You could be everything that"
"That I need (Need), taste so sweet (Sweet)"
"Every sip makes me want more, yeah"
"Its those stupid jerks again!" Rumi exclaims. "Wait. You know those guys?" (Y/N)'s confusion evident but is ignored by the sheer number of people gathering around.
"These guys are a boy band?" Another question Rumi exclaims. Irritation growing in her more.
"Lookin like snacks 'cause you got it like that (Woo)"
"Take a big bite, want another bite, yeah"
"Neoui modeun geol nan wonhae, wonhae, wonhae"
"Neo malgon modu pyeonhae, pyeonhae, pyeonhae"
"Whеn you're in my arms, I hold you so tight (So tight)"
"Can't let go, no, no, not tonight"
"That jerk stole one of my pouches!" Recounting her tonics upon seeing Jinu drinking one.
(Y/N) deciding to question later why Jinu decided to intentionally or not, magically send back an ahjumma with a hip thrust.
"Jigeum dangjang nal bwa sigan еopjana"
"Neon naekkeoya imi algo itjana"
"'Cause I need you to need me"
"I'm empty, you feed me so refreshing"
'A drop?'
"My little soda pop"
"You're all I can think of"
"Every drop I drink up"
"You're my soda pop"
"My little soda pop"
"Cool me down, you're so hot"
"Pour me up, I won't stop"
"You're my soda pop"
"My little soda pop"
The chorus infectiously going around the crowd with shoulder movements galore. Bopping their bodies to the earworm worthy song. Not even Zoey or (Y/N) were immune to the rhythm.
As much as Rumi and Mira glare for them to stop, their bodies couldn't deny the contagious beat.
"It is annoyingly catchy, though."
"Its infectious."
Romance and Baby Saja sending out kisses of hearts into the ground, physically knocking out those hit.
"They can make hearts out of thin air?" Mira's questions go unanswered, but (Y/N) can think of ways to reply.
But reflecting in the sunlight, catching the hunters eyes, was the faint purple patterns running through their arms and the hint of gold in their dreamy irises.
"(Gasp) They're demons!"
"Magicians! Demons. Obviously demons."
"My little soda pop"
"Uh, make me wanna flip the top"
"Han mogeume you hit the spot"
"Every little drip and drop, fizz and pop, ah"
"Soreum doda it's gettin' hot"
"Yes, I'm sippin' when it's drippin' now"
"It's done? I need a second round"
"And pour a lot and don't you stop"
"'Til my soda pop fizzles out"
"Dang they're good."
"Incredible. But a demon boy band? Why?"
"I don't care. A demon's a demon. We kill them." Rumi and (Y/N) stops Mira before anything can happen.
"No, its too public."
"Do you want everyone to grill us into being cancelled?"
"What if they try to kill these people?" Mira's reasoning is valid from her perspective. But everything around them says otherwise.
"It doesn't look like they're gonna hurt anyone." Zoey's observation being noted by (Y/N), seeing as the five boys helping out a few people struggling with little things.
"Kkum soge geuryeowatdeon neo"
"Nan jeoldae nochil su eopseo"
"Neol wonhae kkok"
"I waited so long for a taste of soda"
"So, the wait is over, baby"
"Come and fill me up"
"Just can't get enough"
"Oh"
"In fact, it almost seems like they're nice demons?"
"Demons are never nice!"
Seeing the girls rush over to destroy the very things the demons touched. Panic washing over with her usual professionalism masking it. Purchasing another hotdog for the girl with the right amount of sauce and giving the children smaller gifts in replacement for the destroyed ones, giving them all a soft smile in comfort.
'Think before you act, girls.'
"You're all I can think of"
"Every drop I drink up"
"You're my soda pop"
"My little soda pop (Yeah, yeah)"
"Cool me down, you're so hot"
"Pour me up, I won't stop (Oh, oh)"
"You're my soda pop"
"My little soda pop"
The sudden appearance of a stage large soba can was a choice, in (Y/N)'s opinion. But the wave of pastels and illusionary magic is what set her off.
Pushing her way through the crowd to catch up with the girls, she found her way near the front.
'I see what's going on...'
"Ooh, ooh"
"Ooh, ooh"
"You're my soda pop"
"Gotta drink every drop"
Striking their ending poses, Jinu looks down at the crowd, meeting the (f/c) and gold gaze with his brown ones. Smiling softly at her before diverting his attention.
"That's it for now. See you tonight on everyone's favourite variety show. Saja Boys love you!"
The demon boy band disappearing in a puff of smoke.
The three hunters grew more irritated at the easy work the demons have accomplished by just performing once! Determined to end this boy band as fast as possible.
(Y/N) on the other hand had other thoughts.
'Well then, if you want to play like this Jinu, I hope you know what's coming for you.'
*Ding*
Her phone vibrated with the indication of a text message. Opening up her messages to see the new text, reading made a small sigh release from her mouth.
Jinu: Hey (Y/N), lets meet up tonight. I'll meet you at the place we met.
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Edit: I took a break and I managed to fall down into my Record of Ragnarok phase again whilst also watching the new Superman movie (really good I recommend). Also if anyone wants to be tagged, pls ask in the recent parts bc it just makes the list a lot easier to find and compile.
hi! I’m not sure if this counts as fun art for backing voice ToT but this is how y/n looks with them having a close off personality to me as I only drawn long hair on them since maybe they do that to cover their face?!? But excuse myself with the long rant and low quantity as usually I draw on pen and palate ToT I hope you like it <3
Awww I love this! Thank you for the fanart! Even if the quality I say is bad I still love it 🥰
Synopsis: A cancelled live performance and a wave of demonic energy, pushes our girl to her breaking point. All the while her new acquaintance wishes to hear that voice sing once again.
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Yandere
CW: Medicated Drug, Panic/Anxiety Attack
Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: Quite literally thank you guys enough for your support for reading this fic. Also this is just my interpretation of the Saja Boys bc they're basically just their stereotypes in the movie. The interpretations are based off on how other fics write them.
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A couple days have passed since (Y/N)‘s encounter with Jinu, she’s had plenty of work to fill her time. Too much in her opinion. The busy schedules and organising interviews and shows for the girls to appear in, not to mention preparing for the live performance coming. Golden featured more of her singing which is a problem for her at the moment.
Her hands won’t stop shaking. The bags under her eyes were deeper than before. Faint red pink lines were forming on her neck and arms from her constant scratching nails. Her eyes twitched whenever she’s met with a bright screen.
She’s at her breaking point.
Tonight is the first live performance and she’s been working nonstop. Bobby was nothing like her current state, though he’s been doing this longer than her. He’s much more relaxed and significantly less stressed than her. But he’s not the one who also does the live backing vocals.
Ever since meeting Jinu, she felt her nerves like usual when talking, but she was happy in the moment for an unknown reason. Maybe it’s because someone acknowledged her singing outside of her space. Perhaps it was a chance of meeting someone new who isn’t familiar as her being a manager for HUNTR/X.
Who knows.
(Y/N) just knows that she wants outside of her bubble.
Interrupting her thoughts was Bobby who came to her side, with a water bottle in hand. “You don’t seem to be going well (Y/N). Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” Bobby worriedly questions.
Time was moving way too fast. It was already rehearsing time for the show.
“Y-Yeah! I’m fine Bobby! Thanks for the water, I’ll tell the girls their on in five!” Quickly grabbing them water and speed walking away as fast as she can.
Pulling along her collared shirt trying to free up more air in her lungs. All the air she was breathing escaped way too quickly. Her chest was hurting like she was hit by a truck.
‘It’s fine it’s fine it’s fine! Just one performance.’
(Y/N) knows they’re eager to turn the honmoon gold, but the world isn't ending anytime soon. A break should be reasonable enough as it is! For gods sake they JUST finished a tour literally a couple DAYS ago.
Take. A. Break.
‘Please….for me I beg…’
Reaching their changing rooms she gently knocks on the door. Hearing a small noise coming and the rattles of the handle, she’s met with the wondering familiar eyes of Zoey and Mira.
“(Y/N)! What’s up!” Zoey greets her as she lunges herself at her body. Encasing her in a tight hug. Thrusted to wake up with her being crushed by the ever sweet hunter. “Zoey! You’re crushing her!” Mira thankfully ushers Zoey to let go. Taking deep breathes to regain her lost oxygen, she glared at the sweet girl, only to be unseen by her.
"*Huff* You're on in five *huff.* Can you relay that to Rumi? *huff* I need to prepare myself."
"Okay. But are you alright? You haven't spoken to us in a while. Since the tour ended. We've been thinking that we should go to dinner sometime, if you're up for it." Mira questions, picking up on the beads of sweat on her forehead.
"We're just worried about you. You kinda avoiding us. W-We just want you to be okay! We can watch some turtle videos if you'd like? Something for us to unwind to. You don't have to worry about singing for a while once this is over."
"Yeah sure sure. Yeah. I'm fine. Just, get ready for the show. Don't worry about me. My voice is fine."
Staggering out immediately after, their worried comments falling on deaf ears.
Hurriedly speed walking towards one of the sound guys and taking a microphone for herself. Digging into one of her pockets and pulling out a container with small individual capsules. Popping one open and picking out a pill inside before throwing it in her mouth. Snapping the water open and chugging half of the bottle to push down the medication.
Her breathing began to calm and her mind felt clearer. But her hands wouldn't stop shaking. A strange mix of calm and nerves waring in her mind and body. Pushing through those feelings and thoughts, her ears pick up the instrumental beginning to play, she puts the mic near her lips.
"I was a ghost, I was alone (Hah)"
"Eoduwojin (Hah) abgilsog-e (Ah)"
"Given the throne I didn't know (Hah) how to believe (Hah)"
"I was the queen that I'm meant to be (Ah)"
Rumi's voice unnerving and only building up to more for later. (Y/N) breathily adding to her words and adlibbing along.
"I lived two lives, tried to play both sides"
"But I couldn't find my own place"
"Called a problem child 'cause I got too wild"
"But now that's how I'm getting paid, kkeut-eobs-psi on stage"
Layering her voice to harmonise with the girls like usual. Holding back until later.
"I'm done hidin', now I'm shinin'"
"Like I'm born to be"
"We're dreamin' hard, we came so far"
"Now I believe"
Dragging her voice along for the build up, but it more vocal in volume than usual.
"We're goin' up, up, up"
"It's our moment"
"You know together we're glowing"
"Gonna be, gonna bе golden"
"Oh, up, up, up"
"With our voices"
"Yeong-wonhi kkaеjil su eobsneun"
"Gonna be, gonna be golden"
Echoing the words of Rumi and her voice. She continues to push.
"Oh, I'm done hidin' now I'm shinin'"
"Like I'm born to be~"
"Oh, our time, no fear, no lies"
"That's who we're born to be~!"
Raising her voice high to match Rumi but ends up subtly going higher than her. Quickly realising her mistake and at the same speed pushing down her loaded hurls of self-deprecation.
"Waited so long to break these walls down"
"To wake up and feel like me"
"Put these patterns all in the past now"
"And finally live like the girl they all see"
Her silence in the verse made her vulnerable to her deprecating voices in her head. Just enough for a burning sensation to tingle at the sides of her mouth and neck.
Whispering a stream of pleas to quiet her mind.
"No more hiding, I'll be shining"
"Like I'm born to be"
"'Cause we are hunters, voices strong"
"And I know I believe~"
Collecting herself again with continuously shaking hands.
"We're goin' up, up, up!"
"It's our moment"
"You know together we're glowing"
"Gonna be, gonna be golden"
"Oh, up, up, up"
"With our voices"
"Yeong-wonhi kkaejil su eobsneun"
"Gonna be, gonna be golden"
'When does this end....'
"Oh, I'm done hidin', now I'm shining"
"Like I'm born to be~!"
"Oh, our time, no fears, no lies"
"That's who we're born to b-"
'Huh?'
The music suddenly stops as she abruptly ends her note to avoid being heard. Collapsing to her knees and clawing at her neck as the burning turned into an itching sensation.
She can hear Bobby and Mira worrying about Rumi, while she dismisses and tells them to restart the part.
Scrambling up to her feet and halts her scratching with the mic at her lips again.
"I'm done hiding"
"Now I'm shining"
"Like I'm born to b- (cough)"
Stopping her voice and falling to her knees again. A whirling nauseating pain flows through her head. Gripping her temples and clawing down her face to the added pressure.
Just picking up that Rumi wanted to take five, her heart raced even faster.
She couldn't hear anything around her. A white ringing noise filling her ears. Clawing at her ears with her breathing hastening in speed.
"Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop! Shut up be quiet. Shut up. Be quiet. Shut up. Be quiet. Go away. Go away... (hick)"
A waterfall of tears pour down her face as she quietly sobs, while hyperventilating through her tight chest. Her clawing actions stop at her neck, feeling the sweat sticking to her skin like slime.
The space was unnaturally empty for a busy stage trying to ready for a live performance.
Nobody to see the jagged patterns clawing at her neck. Reaching its way over her mouth.
Scratching and scratching at the patterns while her tears begin to extinguish the burning feeling every time it drips down her chin.
But she suddenly stops.
A silencing sensation abruptly halts her breakdown.
Something demonic was sent through the honmoon.
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Her prays were finally met when she heard that Bobby cancelled the performance that night. Visualising her appearance was enough for her to text Bobby about leaving early. She felt horrible to leave everything for Bobby to handle.
But she was in absolutely no condition to help.
Making her own way back to the HUNTR/X tower, she sped her way towards her bathroom. Finally taking a look at herself in the mirror.
'Its still you. At least...'
Chuckling to herself and tracing her lips and along the lightning like patterns. Her usually shaggy short (f/c) hair being an absolute mess with baby hairs sticking to her face around her eyes and cheeks. Peaking through her bangs, staring back at her was a prominent gold and (f/c) tired gaze. The red veins on her sclera being bright and obvious to her crying fit earlier. The faint purple patterns reaching down to her neck, wrapping around the area were her vocal cords are.
Unbuttoning her top and disrobing her wrinkled clothes, discarding them in on the floor. Ruffling her hair and switching on her shower. Dowsing her body with cold water and washing away her tear stained cheeks.
Her first moment of silence since her time at the park.
'I wonder how Jinu is doing...'
(Y/N) has been thinking of the demon, why he was on the surface in the first place. If she considered demons nature, it wouldn't be anything good.
But she had a feeling that's not the only reason being here.
Granted she has no explanation for her reason. And additionally, she knows nothing about Jinu. He just awkwardly complimented her voice and she's the one who left early and brushed off his want for conversation.
'Damn it all! Stupid anxiety!'
Mentally cursing herself aside, she turns off her shower and steps out to wrap her body in a towel.
*Ping!*
She heard her phone alert go off. Drying off her body and stepping into her bedroom, she checked her messages and wasn't sure what to really do.
Zoey: Hey (Y/N)! We're going out for dinner since Rumi came back :D We'll save you a seat don't worry!
Zoey: XXX-XXX-XXXX
(Y/N) felt no energy to go out with the girls. But she'll admit, she is worried for Rumi.
Her voice cracking pretty recently is probably making her even more stressed. Perhaps the honmoon turning gold is more important to her than she thought.
But she isn't sure if she's fit to go comfort Rumi.
Her body just feels drained.
"(sigh) What I do for these girls."
Rummaging through her cupboard and lazily throwing on a hoodie and pants. Roughly brushing her hair to to seem less messy and throwing on a pair of sneakers. Grabbing nothing else but her phone.
Entering the streets of Seoul and ignoring the slide comments of some about the cancelled show.
She felt reallllly bad for Bobby.
She's supposed to be one of the managers, but here she is wandering through the night streets and making her way to the girls. Not even bothering throwing her hoodie on because she was just tired.
Not able to pay attention to her surroundings.
*Bump!*
“Oof!” Staggering on her feet she turns around to meet the eyes of the other.
But a gentle smile meets her tiresome face, belonging to the familiar demon and his dreamy brown eyes.
”Jinu.”
”(Y/N)…”
Said demon felt relief to see her again. Her voice has been living in his mind rent free. It made him feel like a person again. Like he wasn’t a being that feeds of the souls and the shame he too feels from his previous actions.
He wants to hear her sing again.
“What are you doing here?” (Y/N) questions tiredly rubbing her temples. “I wanted to see you again.“ Jinu answers without a doubt. Though he can’t exactly be honest with her. He doesn’t even know if she’s a hunter, or whether once she knows his plan, if she’ll just slice him without hesitation.
But whether she’s a hunter or not, he still wants to see her.
”That’s a bit strange, don’t you think? W-We just met a couple days ago.” (Y/N) blankly states. Even though she wanted to see him again, it was still weird in her head. Jinu on the other hand sweat dropped at her statement.
”One can say that, but I don’t see it that way.” His response wasn’t what she imagined. But to be fair, she wasn’t sure what to think of him.
“Ever since I heard you sing, I couldn’t get your voice out of my head. It’s made me…. want to see you again…” Jinu tried to describe how he felt, but even he couldn’t explain it using words.
He just felt comforted yet haunted by her tone and song.
It made him forget.
And it made him curiously want more.
”Hmm…if that’s how you feel.” (Y/N) shrugs her shoulders while muttering to herself. It feels weird to hear someone compliment her, or at least try to.
“But to be fair myself, I liked our little chat before. Even if it wasn’t much.” Her anxiety was subsiding unnaturally. She really did like being in Jinu’s presence.
That little statement was enough for Jinu to look at her like an excited puppy. "Perhaps.....maybe...we could talk more?" The words felt foreign from her mouth, her anxiety still present that just makes her second guess what to say. Nervously scratching the back of her neck.
Jinu gleams at her. "Then, why don't we go now?"
(Y/N) whips her head at him again with a widened expression.
Now? She can't. The girls are waiting for her, she has to know what happened. Something spread a demonic energy through the honmoon. And last she checked, demons don't do that. A tare feels different than what that was.
Whether she likes it or not...
She's considered a hunter.
"Sorry Jinu, I actually have som-"
"Jinu! Buddy, where have you been?"
Cutting her off was the sound of a deeper voice coming from behind Jinu.
Glancing up she catches four figures gathering behind the dreamboat. Two of them had pink hair but in different cuts and hairstyles, while the another had bright cyan underneath a yellow hat and the last having long silver grey with bangs that covered his eyes.
Their faces were alluring. Sculpted by the gods with unfair favouritism. Going all the way down to their bodies and from the sound of it, their voices too. Though even for (Y/N), they seemed way too perfect to be human.
'A group of demons? This can't be for a good reason...'
In the back of her mind, (Y/N) didn't want to fully trust Jinu. His random purpose on the surface is enough to justify her lingering doubts. But she pushed them aside just because she genuinely enjoyed the short time they had talking. Even if it was mainly him trying to talk to her.
The group of boys seemed to rag on Jinu about something like 'dancing' and 'practice.' Which only brought one answer to her mind.
"Are you guys dance training for something?"
Her voice bringing on five sets of eyes on herself. The one with the longer pink hair smirked upon meeting her questioning gaze, unnoting her own flinching back into herself.
"Why yes, are you curious?" He approached closer into her space, shivering at his invasion and taking a small step back to create distance. Jinu notices her uncomfortable expression, coming up to the pink headed demon to prevent going forward.
"Romance, you're making her uncomfortable." Halting his friends actions made the now named 'Romance' stare at him with a bit of surprise. Before Jinu turns his attention back on (Y/N) with a confident smile.
"We are actually practicing. We're debuting as a new boy group tomorrow." His answer brought more surprise to (Y/N)'s face.
"A boy band? I mean....you have the looks for it, can't say anything about everything else." She was just muttering to herself at this point. But Jinu heard what she was saying, taking it as a good sign for him.
"How about you come watch us perform tomorrow."
"Hmm? You sure?"
"Of course, we'll save a special spot just for you."
Well....considering that the girls are probably gonna have the day off tomorrow because of the cancelled show, it'll be good to keep an eye on these demon boys.
As long as they aren't hurting people, she has no reason to send them back.
But another reason popped into her head.
Sighing to herself she just hums and nods her head. "Sure. Why not?"
Jinu's eyes lighted up like fireworks at her response, internally pumping his fist in succession.
"Great! Here's a flyer for tomorrow." Handing her a pretty pastel flyer with the name 'Saja Boys' on the front with a logo of a lion plastered on the centre.
"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow then." Gently smiling at them before waving a hand and continuing her walk.
Unbeknownst to her, the Saja Boys had differentiating reactions and thoughts.
They were quite intrigued by her. Jinu hasn't been fully present since his meeting with this girl, which got the others curious. He said he couldn't describe the feelings that ignited inside when he heard the girl sing.
Baby and Mystery mainly brushed it off and paid no mind to it. While Abby and Romance were slightly interested but never thought about it further.
That is until they did meet.
And my oh my...
They kinda understood?
(Y/N) from a first glance appeared quite pretty if Romance said so himself. Her baggy attire making her more relaxed and casual than the dolled up girls that he saw around before. But even that extenuated her natural beauty. But her speaking voice seemed to make Romance understand Jinu's fixation just a little bit more. Something melodic about her undertone drew his mind to a strange white noise. It wasn't anything mind numbing or dreadfully empty, it was calming.
Mystery isn't one for speaking but his heart skipped a beat hearing her casually talk. That haunting tone in her voice peaked his interest out of curiosity. But what caught him most was her eyes. A (f/c) gaze with a rim of gold around her iris. How come Jinu didn't mention that?
Abby was curious for sure about this (Y/N) chick. Wondering what the deal is with her said voice. But he was quite intrigued upon meeting the quietly shy girl. How can such a beautifully described voice come out of her?
Baby wasn't listening majority of the time Jinu was yapping about this girl. What was so important that it took that much brain space in that head of his, to the point that it looked like he was in a trance. But even meeting the girl herself, he'd rather see how things play out now that he himself has caught a glimpse of what is so intriguing.
Oh what will happen indeed...
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Edit: Fun fact, the whole panic attack part is based of one that happened to me. My whole anxiety back when I was in school basically inspired this idea in the first place. Also I have no idea why I gave Romance more time than the others, it just happened |(￣3￣)|
I know that they're kpop stereotypes, but considering how we are basically giving them characters with our headcanons, WHAT IS THE GENERAL PERSONALITIES ARE WE GIVING THEM.
I'm just gonna say my headcanons but I want to hear what other people are doing bc it'll help me form an opinion more.
Jinu
I'm including Jinu because I wanna add my headcanons for how he is with the boys. Which I see as him being the tired mother/leader. He’s the one trying to keep the peace to some extent in success.
He’s still insecure about him being a demon. Loves quality time and you can’t tell me otherwise.
Romance
I see Romance being a flirt (for obvious reasons) but also someone who can be a bit cynical and a little manipulative as he uses his charm on others. Playing into him being a demon of course. But also a person that vies for attention on him. His character when it’s just with the Saja Boys I see as him being more bratty but in a weird girly pop way. (I can't describe this right)
Relationship wise, he’s a bit clingy and loves words of affirmation as a love language (receiving and giving). The kind of guy that goes above and beyond when trying to impress someone.
Baby Saja
Someone like Baby I see as aloof and chill. Tending to worry about himself and his entertainment. I do like how people portray him as a sadist because its such a contrast to his appearance. So he's shit disturber and a chaotic neutral.
In say a relationship way, he's a bit nonchalant about everything but loves receiving attention by physical touch and quality time. Doing stuff like playing games and leaning on him.
Abby
I see him being quite the golden retriever but is very protective. A bit overwhelming and cocky about his appearance. His role in the group is like a big brother to also an enabler. He lets shit happen and Jinu’s gotta be the one to tell him otherwise. (Side note: I kinda like the shop between Jinu and Abby, my friend has sort of convinced me)
He likes doing acts of service.
Mystery
Love how people characterise him being a weird dog out of the boys. But I say he’s very observant and gives subtle hints to what he likes and doesn’t like. Can get a bit feral when pissed.
He loves physical touch like leaning his lead on thighs, shoulders, head and hands.
Just saying this is very impulsive but I genuinely want to know others thoughts on this topic. Please give me ideas as I try to write the Saja Boys.
I might do something for this but I’m very excited to continue writing my Kpop demon hunters fic. If anyone has any ideas what I should do, pls give me suggestions
Synopsis: An ending tour marks the beginnings of a change. Just when everything was going so right. A meeting sparks emotions that were buried deep within one and another. What does that mean for our hunters and their source of peace.
Genres: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn (?), Yandere (?)
CW: None
Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: I'll be honest here, the yandere part is quite slow. Apologies if you're reading this purely bc of the yandere part. Also probably OOC.
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A lift plunges further into the stages interior with the three hunters excitedly discussing the sight of gold along the honmoon. All their efforts are paying off with the near closeness of blocking the demons away from the surface.
"Did we just see gold?!"
"Yeah, I can't believe we're doing it."
"It's so exciting!"
"Okay. You know what this means. Its time to release the song."
"(Cough) Whoa. That was weird."
"Good thing we're taking a break."
"Yeah. Sounds like you need the rest."
"Yeah. Just need a little water."
"Did someone say water?"
Just as the doors opened the girls were met with an entourage of staff, just to take care of their well-beings after the show. Meeting the proud smiles of their managers Bobby and (Y/N).
Urging to give them water immediately as they walk and Bobby complimenting them on their performance. (Y/N) walks besides the girls and adjusts some of their robes and getting permission to take off some of their accessories.
As a reward for the success and topping the charts yet again, Bobby organised a staycation at fancy resort for them. But they promptly denied since mainly Mira and Zoey were more excited about relaxing on their couch.
Since the resort is now available, Rumi states that he should go to the resort instead. Which Bobby promptly got a robe and face mask on.
"Oh, wait. (Y/N), are you okay? You seem a bit... um, tired." Bobby questions, pausing her exit to follow the girls. Granted she didn't get much sleep due to the stress of organising the venue with Bobby, along with keeping up with the girls every time a demon showed up.
Not to mention the three girls asking for little pointers and ideas for the stage performance up until she firmly told them to stop.
Look. She likes her friends, really she does.
She just wishes they would leave her alone sometimes.
Zoey clung to her space so she can get pointers and ideas for lyrics, while also eagerly curious as to what she does outside of the tower.
Mira is much more chill about how they spend time together, typically asking her to watch something on the TV and eat together. But she started taking more of her personal time and commonly asking where she went by herself.
Rumi can be described as professional, initially. She tried to converse first, but (Y/N)'s shaking body was enough to stop trying for a while. But again, they grew acquainted and the hunter began joining in on her lyric writing and demo making sessions. Though once again, she never left the poor girl alone.
Though for all of them...
They refused to.
"Y-Yeah... I just need to rest for a while. But I got some things to take care of before that." Pulling a reassuring yet still tired smile his way, before following the girls in their shadows.
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"You're telling me, that the girls released 'Golden'? Now?!" (Y/N) had been on the phone with Bobby as he made his way back for promotions.
(Y/N) was nervously fiddling with her good luck charm on her waist as she was taking in the news. But as much as she wanted to help with the promotions tonight, she couldn't hold off on what she had to do now.
Speeding through the streets with a guitar case on her back, a baggy hoodie and pants while donning a face mask to avoid people as much as possible.
She didn't wear a mask before, but fans started to recognise her as a manager for HUNTR/X. Her blood pressure by itself couldn't given her a heart attack right then and there when she heard that. Never again. She doesn't even know why they liked her so much.
The city nightlife has always been a somewhat suffocating, yet calming. Bustling crowded streets of people coming off work just to drink and let their worries leave for just a moment, families and friends going to dinner to spend time together and unwind. Such people made the night calming for her.
But the suffocating darkness that lingers underneath...
It always chokes at her.
However, her duties are of the most effective during those darkening nights.
Pushing away her inner anxieties and paranoia about herself, she pursues into the nightlife.
Coming down to a secluded park, long emptied for the streets and lights. Its playground seen better days and benches uncleaned with lingering brown leaves and twigs. By passing the structures, (Y/N) finds a suitable large old tree for herself. Its roots coming out of the ground and some leaving a space that make it appear like a throne among the tree.
Taking a seat in the centre and dismounting her case, showcasing to no one, a black electric guitar with gold and light blue accents along its body. A shiny exterior that makes look untouched, no lingering fingerprints or stains and signs of its use. A small notebook used and battered laid within the case. Stickers of the HUNTR/X girls and other musically themed ones about the cover.
(Y/N)'s touch detests the guitars unused appearance, but causes the accents to glow in the night. Picking up the notebook and flicking through the pages, she stopped at one page and put it to the ground, still visible for her eyes.
Tuning her guitar to its right sound, she began to pluck the strings.
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As the honmoon glowed its usual blue, a deep pink purple teared through like paper. Clawing out the hole is a purple hand, followed by a black sleeve of a hanbok.
As soon as their feet touch the ground, a puff of pink smoke covers their body to reveal a young man who looked like he just came out of a drama series.
Middle parted black hair with dreamy brown eyes that can melt a girls heart. A dark teel green hoodie underneath a black jacket, paired with dark blue jeans and shoes.
An attire fit for a heartthrob, an ideal standard perfectly. Too perfectly.
Gwi-ma gave his blessings to humour Jinu's demon boy-band plan, in exchange he would erase Jinu's memories.
Earlier than planned, he decided to scout out the perfect place for the newly formed Saja Boys to debut. Surfacing through the night was a perfect cover for him, nobody would take full notice of him just yet. Using this time to casually scope the area.
Smirking at the large number of souls in the night. Numerous fans ready to be converted into loyal fans for him and the boys.
Though as he was admiring an empty park, he feels a sudden rush of his heart racing. Clenching his chest like he had heartburn, he freezes in his spot.
'What is this? Why does my chest hurt?'
As Jinu was questioning his sudden chest pains, his head flicks up as his ears picks up a haunting voice coming from the park.
"Moved out to a new city"
"June is dawning down on me"
"And all that I can find's~"
"A sickly romance in the air"
"Lovers stroll without a care in sight"
"Oh~ this can't be right~"
A gentle yet comforting haunting voice echoes through the empty park. Ruptures of calm and contentment filling those along the outsides of the park.
Nobody bothering to humour their sudden feelings and search for the source of the voice.
All but one.
Stepping on the old green grass, Jinu follows the closing strums of a guitar and the warming vocals of the singer.
"Cause the sun's engaged to the sky"
"And my best friends found a new guy"
"I'm only getting older"
"I've never had a shoulder to cry on~"
"Someone to call mine~"
A sense of longing fills her voice. Something missing in her mind, but unsure of what. A person? An item?
No care for what place she was in or the setting, whether she was with friends or family, the hole in her chest deepened. The sight of others laughing with anothers company.
"Everybody's falling in love"
"And I'm falling behind~"
A pitiful smile plastered on her face. Pouring her heart and soul into her voice.
Rays of blue and lavender light ripple through the city. Areas closer to the park reveal small parts of the honmoon, glowing a lavender purple.
Pity etching onto her face for herself? Another? Who knows but her.
"Touched the ocean fell right in"
"Stepped outside and burned my skin"
"My life won't go my way~"
"Bossa nova in my room"
"Hoped that I'll find someone too"
"To love, because~"
Hiding behind a tree Jinu peaks to manage out the silhouette of a figure sitting at the foot of the largest and oldest tree in the park. Based on the voice he could distinguish the singer to be a girl, but her hair was shaggy and covered her eyes.
He did not think this haunting voice would come from here.
"The sun's engaged to the sky"
"And my best friends found a new guy"
"I'm only getting older"
"I've never had a shoulder to cry on~"
"Someone to call mine~"
"Everybody's falling in love"
"And I'm falling behind~"
Lifting her head, facing up to the old branches of the tree. That pitiful sad smile she held brought something unknown to his heart. He couldn't place why it felt so warming. Yet so sad.
He felt reassured for some reason. Like his guilt and shame was washed away, clearing his head.
There was no sound of Gwi-ma.
For the first time in 400 years, he heard nothing but the haunting yet comforting voice of the singer.
"Everybody's falling in love~"
"Everybody's falling in love~"
"Everybody's falling in love~"
"But me~"
The plucking of her guitar came to an end. An overflowing amount of lavender light spreads along the honmoon, but it didn't push him down.
He felt at peace.
Unknowingly to himself, he took a step out from behind his hiding spot. Continuing to take more and more steps until he was right in front of her.
"Are you the one singing?" He was mentally cursing himself for the obvious question.
The singer in question froze. Slowly turning up her head, Jinu is met with a shiver of nerves. Piercing (f/c) and gold eyes stared back. Her pupils constricting as her hands began to shake.
"W-Who says it was m-me?" He sort of expected a quieter speaking voice. Just not this melodic. Her body was nervously shaking from his presence alone. As a demon, he should feel a certain thrill seeing her so fearful from him. Alluring humans to listen to their own shame and insecurities so they can be consumed by Gwi-ma.
But he hated seeing her shake.
"Uh, you are the only one here. I-I just wanted to say that, you have a beautiful voice." The compliment nearly rolled off his tongue flawlessly. He felt unnaturally shy with her (f/c) eyes on him.
While Jinu was weirdly nervous meeting the singer, (Y/N) felt like she was sweating bullets.
'There's only one explanation for this.'
No regular human pays attention to her singing. The only reason why her backing voice is discussed online, is because its among their favourite girl group.
'He's a demon.'
"U-Um... thank you...its nothing special..." Quieting her voice until it became a near whisper. Trying to ignore the demon as she packs up her notebook and guitar.
"What's your name?"
'He wants to keep talking? Should I tell him?'
Its not everyday that a demon wants to get to know her. It was strange. Unnatural. But what malice did she hold towards the male who has done nothing but try to talk to her.
She's not really a hunter anyway.
"(Y-Y/N)..."
"I-I'm Jinu, its nice to meet you." He holds out a hand for a shake. But he's just met with a blank stare.
(F/c) eyes barely blinking while simultaneously looking him up and down. He's never felt so self-conscious in centuries, he was beginning to sweat.
Thankfully for him, she peeled her gaze off and locked up her instrument once again. Slinging it on her back once she stood up at full height. While this was happening, Jinu put his hand away faster than a car. He could feel blood rushing to his ears out of pure embarrassment. He doesn't even know why he feels this way, they literally just met.
"A-Anyways! I wanted to ask if-"
"What's a demon like you doing here?"
Her question catching him off guard.
She knew what he was.
'Is she a hunter? How does she know?!'
"A regular human d-doesn't usually pay mind to my singing." Her statement coming out a bit louder than before. She didn't exactly look happy with being noticed.
Though in reality, she was feeling her heart race.
Of course she knew the effects her voice has on demons. Its what her ancestors have been doing for centuries. Things just changed when her mother met the Sunlight Sisters. Their duties were altered by the wishes of the hunters.
She can freeze a demons actions just by them hearing her voice. But it does not strengthen the honmoon as much as the hunters. Her weapon can barely kill a demon. Yet her voice and emotion poured into her singing is always enough for them to leave on their will.
Beyond what her mother has informed her of their ancestors, that is all she knows of her capabilities.
Jinu on the other hand didn't know how to respond. Humans don't pay attention to her melodic voice? He was beyond stumped.
'How could the humans not listen to this beauty!? I-I can't even describe how it feels to my body and mind!'
He had to stop himself mentally before he went on a tangent he didn't know was in him.
"I-If you're done staring. I'm gonna go." Walking past him in his frozen like state, trapped in his waring thoughts. Realising she passed him, he quickly snapped his neck over.
(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder. Lifting up an arm and doing a little wave, paired with the softest smile he's seen in years.
"I'll see you around, Jinu."
For the first time in 400 years, he met someone he wants to protect again.
Damn whoever stands in his way.
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Edit: Trying my absolute best here :') Its a bit insane. Also if anyone has ideas for duet ballad or even like r&b songs, pls tell me, its for the fic and an idea I have in mind. And tell me your favourite saja boy bc I badly want more content about them.
Synopsis: The end of their tour is just around the corner, one more show. Too bad some demons decide to ruin their party.
Genres: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn (?), Yandere (?)
CW: None
Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Word Count: 2.1k
A/N: I’m desperately trying to push these out while the hype is real.
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”La, la, la, la, la, la, la~”
”La, La, La, La, La, La, Laa~~”
”LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LAAA~~~”
Locked in an airplane bathroom, a slowly rising voice echos about that can barely be heard from the outside. The tone ranging from fierce to soft in seconds between each line of words or sounds from her mouth.
Shocking to think this came from a girl who hasn’t performed in front of an audience since she as a child.
“I’ve always felt like a monster”
”Long before I was bit~”
”Only seen as a monster~ Let’s just say I’m used to it~”
”And I grew tired cause loving had only hurt me bad”
“But loving you is a good problem to have”
”And I’m used to that, but I could get used to this~”
*Knock*
*Knock*
”Hey (Y/N), you gonna join us for our carb load? Don’t worry we have plenty enough for you! If you want to that is. You don’t have to if you don’t feel like it.” Zoey asks from the other side with clear excitement yet nervousness in her tone.
Only in recent times has (Y/N) grew comfortable enough to eat with the girls. For the first few days of meeting each other, she didn’t exactly talk that much. Or even made eye contact.
One on one conversations didn’t last very long in some cases, devolving into awkward silence usually with Rumi and Mira. Zoey on the other hand tended to continue her fun topics of discussion and even unintentionally rant about little things that have ticked her off or grabbed her interest.
Ended up dragging (Y/N) into watching all her turtle videos at one point. And to think (Y/N) ended up watching the entirety without a break along with Zoey.
That’s when the girls figured out something.
Just when they thought (Y/N) wasn’t listening or even uninterested in their talks, she always took everything in.
Simply listening to what they say with small gestures and hums that indicate her awareness.
Overtime, they met eyes as one talks.
And the next, she was beginning to speak and respond.
Though even at the beginnings they noticed her slight tremor and shivering as one would approach and or initiated conversations.
But time has passed.
Progress was made.
The social barrier was breaking down steadily.
And their unknowing hunger for that softness and comfort grew
“U-Um, sure. I’ll be out in a second.”
”(Gasp) Really?! Okay! I’ll tell the girls!”
Hearing Zoey speed off made (Y/N) chuckle at the cartoonish footsteps and visual in her head. (She looked like sanic)
Before she unlocked the door, she took one final look in the mirror. Something she did often enough to become habit. It wasn’t the kind of admiring like being in awe of yourself or even picking out flaws in your appearance or self.
No.
Her eyes always just stared ahead.
No blinking.
No words.
No thoughts.
All besides one…
Despite everything in the world…
It’s still you.
Turning her head away and unlocking the door. She was met again with the prestigious white walls and cushioned seats of the plane, with the compartments of materials for the plane attendants to use and serve for them in their areas.
Just outside at a small table filled to the brim with carb heavy foods scattered about. The three hunters already decked out in their performance attires and faces of makeup, eagerly awaiting to bring joy to their fans.
She didn’t exactly match the dress code.
Just a simple yet sophisticated attire of black and purple with hints of gold about. A purple buttoned cropped top, black flared pants with the ends a shire grey with patterned webs, expected black boots, a black and gold blazer jacket and a black tie loosely done.
Complimenting her further with dangling gold earrings with thin tassels. Hanging from her waist is a small lavender blue charm with two flower stones of the centre with loose strands of material. A small thin string of a mix of gold and silver instruments strung about, ranging from an electric and acoustic guitar, to a violin and piano.
Despite the similar golds and charms on their attires, hers felt out of place.
Their faces lighting up upon meeting her own (f/c) and gold rimmed eyes.
“(Y/N)! We were just about to start! Come huddle with us!” Zoey eagerly pulls the usually anxious girl along with them, placing herself between the maknae and their dancer.
“Okay, this is our biggest show yet.”
“The most songs.”
“The most notes.”
”The most moves.”
”Which means the most carb loading.”
”For the fans!”
Hastily grabbing a couple of kimbap for herself, seeing as the three stuffs whatever they grab on the table. (Y/N) felt a bit envious that they eat and talk so comfortably with each other with food splattering out at time. Preferring to savour her food and not choke out of pure embarrassment.
Not that the girls would ever judge.
But that did allow her to send the plane attendants apologetic smiles and bows, for they have to clean up the mess.
’Apologies, I know how you feel.’
Though that didn’t stop the lady attendant to back away from them.
”Okay, time for our pre-game ramyeon!”
“Here you go (N/N), hope you don’t mind this flavour.” Mira hands her a ramyeon cup with her face and flavour on it. Feeling grateful for not being left out again she sends the tall girl a thankful thumbs up and smile.
”Happy fans, happy Honmoon!”
“Wait, there’s no water in these.”
As Rumi was asking the attendant for water, her ringtone began to go off. Seeing the caller ID she hastily answered.
“Hi, Bobby!”
"Yeah, hi! Um, what are you doing?"
"About to eat our pre-show ramyeon."
"Pre-show? What about the show-show?"
Finishing off her kimbap with a nervous gulp, (Y/N) smacked her own face out of pure shame.
'I should've known!'
Considering her position in HUNTR/X set by her mother and Celine, they pulled some strings and made her part of staff as strange mix of a producer, co-writer and manager along with Bobby. Difference was that she lived with them and had a hand in their music.
When it comes to music, she's the one to go to.
Whether it be making samples and demos, to finalising a few songs in their instrumentals and fixing up little details.
But for demons?
Its a different story...
As the girls were talking to Bobby (and greeting the fans that stole his phone for a few seconds), (Y/N) just stared at the staff with them. Looking closer now, it was obvious they were demons.
I mean...
Pouring coffee in a plant, randomly observing a spoon like it was an art piece and not to mention spinning hotteok like a wheel instead of eating it? Need she say more?
The girls seemed to fully realise what was up as they disappointedly glared at them. Groaning about not finishing their food.
"I didn't even get to finish my ramyeon!"
"Why do they always interrupt our snacking?"
"(Garbled) They will face my wrath!"
"(Whispered) Zoey, make sure not to choke, please."
Rumi confronted the demons with a board expression, obviously pointing out their strange behaviours and spotting patterns along their arms. Stepping on ones foot fully revealed their colourful and abnormal real forms.
"Oh, you got the patterns. Now you gotta die."
Taking a step behind the girls to let them deal with the demons verbally, (Y/N) took all of their cups and skidded past everyone making sure to avoid the confrontation.
"Not our fans."
"When you mess with our fans..."
"We need to make it hurt."
"Ugh, you came at a bad time"
"But you just crossed the line"
"You wanna get wild?"
"Okay, I'll show you wild!"
Twirling around and holding down the demons while beating them hand-to-hand, unphased as they begun to sing their song. Heating up the kettle and passing it to Mira to further beat down a demon into a seat.
The large demons shadow towered over (Y/N), planning to strike the fourth down without hesitation. But her (f/c) and gold eyes saw it him first. Ducking underneath his arm and quickly pouring the hot water in her and Mira's cups before throwing the kettle and the hamburger flavoured cup for Zoey.
Beating down the leaping demons while pouring for herself and Rumi with no sweat.
Manoeuvring through the thrown around demons with her cup in hand, (Y/N) avoided the touch of any demon.
Its not like she could do much anyway.
Though before digging into to their ramyeon, they had something to finish off.
"Knocking you out like a lullaby~"
"Hear that sound ringing in your mind~"
Threads of blues and whites swerve around each of the girls, forming into unique shined weapons in hand. Daggers for Zoey, a spear for Mira and a sword of Rumi.
But the threads around (Y/N) came around and formed into a glowing blue and purple parasol. Emitting rays of light that make the demons freeze when touched.
"Better sit down for the show"
"'Cause I'm gonna show you how it's done, done, done"
Slicing and dicing the demons that dare to come their way. Eagerness writhing on their faces as they slice down the demons. All the while, (Y/N) hums and adlibs through the song. Each line and twist of the parasol emitted a ray of light.
Glancing around at the girls, adoration and fun filled their expressions. Moving like lightning speed and the highlighting colours of their blades faster than usual and bodies consumed by calmness and beauty.
"Run, run, we run the town"
"Whole world playin' our sound"
"Turnin' up, it's goin' down"
"Huntrix show this, how it's done, done, done"
Interrupting their little beating, the aircraft shook as the lights flickered off. Quickly making sure their ramyeon wasn't ruined and in hand, they looked outside to see flying pieces of the plane with the demons on them.
"Yeah, this plane's trashed."
Slurping up their noodles and downing the soup with a sigh of relief-with no hesitation, the four of them dropped out of the plane at lighting speed. (Parasol still in hand but closed)
”Won either way, we're one in a million“
“We killin', we bring it, you want it? Okay”
Catching up with the escaped demons, landing on them as they fixed up some makeup and appearances. Pulling out of her pocket gulped down a pill of sorts with a bottle of water she somehow managed to down while falling.
“Heels, nails, blade, mascara”
“Fit check for my napalm era”
“Need to beat my face, make it cute and savage”
“Mirror, mirror on my phone, who's the baddest? (Us, hello?)“
Approaching closer to the stadium, the three hunters rocket towards the centre stage in glowing blue light. (Y/N) diverges from their path and opens her parasol, encasing her body with a mix of blue and lavender petals. Finding herself backstage with many stage crew members and staff running about.
A spare microphone lazily placed on a spare speaker, she takes it away and runs to the sound guys by the controls.
“It’s showtime! Run it from 1:57 but make sure to keep the backing track. We need blue lights pointing in from the back of the roof top the stage coming from the sky.”
Nodding along with her instructions as they swiftly get to work. One worker handing her three other microphones as she runs towards the edge of the stage.
Spotting the three demons in the centre and the large shadows of the girls in the smoke screen,
”Knocking you out Iike a lullaby”
”Hear that sound ringing in your mind”
”Better sit down for the show”
”Cause I’m gonna show you (I’m gonna show you~)”
”(I’m gonna show you~) How it’s done-done-done”
Striking down the demons (Y/N) hastily threw the mics to the girls that they caught effortlessly. Mira even smirking at her as they continue their song.
”I don’t talk, but I bite, full of venom (Uh)”
”Spittin’ facts, you know that’s”
”Okay, like, I know I ramble”
”But when shootin’ my words, I go Rambo”
”Took blood, sweat, and tears, to look natural (Uh)”
”That’s how its done-done-done”
Hiding behind near the supposed makeup room, (Y/N) tightly holds the mic and listeners carefully to the backing track and counts the time until its just her and Rumi.
“Hear our voice unwavering”
”Til our song defeats the night”
”Makin’ fear afraid to breathe”
”Til the dark meets the light~ (how its done-done-done)”
Pushing her vocals to its highest as she meets with Rumi’s high note. Continuing to belt and echo the chorus through towards the end.
“HUNTR/X don’t miss, how its done-done-done~”
‘One down, many others to go…’
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Edit: WHERE R U PEOPLE COMING FRKM? Genuinely curious, but thank you so much for loving this idea I had! Also first time trying a tag list
