circle of anti-love
synopsis: you trap yourself in a ring of salt because you’re mad at your bf
characters: jinu, abby, romance, mystery, baby
warning/s: none,
note/s: mystery’s takes a different approach! and i’m so baby biased i’m unapologetic about it lmfao
jinu:
the argument you and jinu had was in no way detrimental to your relationship but it would be a lie to say that it didn’t piss you off.
you saw him corner the huntrix member with a smirk on his face and lean down, you know that jinu would never do anything to put your relationship at risk but the sight definitely had you seeing red.
“(y/n), talk to me.” jinu says as he follows you around the living room, you say nothing as you stand on the side of the living room, a jar full of salt in your hand as you draw a reasonably sized circle around yourself.
“sweetheart, you can’t be serious.” he crosses his arms as he looks at you. you spared him a glance, still not saying anything as you sat down, opening the book and paying him no mind.
“don’t you think you’re being petty?” he asks. you say nothing, flipping a page louder than necessary to get the point across. i’m ignoring you.
jinu sighs. “you know, you’re gonna have to come out of there eventually. i won’t bother you.”
another page flipped.
jinu throws his hands up in surrender. “fine! be that way.”
you scoff at his lack of effort as he walks away, but you didn’t bother replying to him as you continued to read your book.
hours passed and there was no sign of jinu, a part of you couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the fact that jinu kept his word and didn’t bother you.
you swallowed, cringing at how dry your throat feels, looking around the living room, you see no sign of your demon boyfriend. surely, you can grab a glass of water and get back in your circle to finish your book.
you step carefully over the circle, making sure that your step makes no sound and that the salt stays in place.
you let out a sigh in relief, only to scream in shock once a dark mist appears and a hand pulls you into a warm body.
“hi there, sweetheart.” jinu whispers sweetly into your ear. you thrash against his hold, trying to pull away but you were no match for his inhumane strength as he had the audacity to laugh at your attempts.
when you calmed down, jinu turned you around to face him, smirking at the pout on your face.
“are you ready to talk now?” he asks. you shake your head slightly. “there’s nothing to talk about, jinu.”
“that can’t be right.” he clicks his tongue. “my sweetheart is mad at me. i want to fix things.”
jinu places a finger under your chin and tilts it up to face him. “let’s fix this, please?”
you relent, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.
“i really… didn’t appreciate you leaning close to rumi like that.” you say quietly, almost as if you dreaded what he would say. you expected him to call you overdramatic, that it didn’t mean anything or that you were blowing things out of proportion.
“i see.” jinu replies, pulling you closer to his chest. “i’m sorry. i’ll do better. i should’ve thought how you would feel.” huh?
you pull away to see jinu looking at you with a serious expression.
“i won’t do it again, promise.” you couldn’t find the words to say as you let him whisk you onto the couch.
“can you promise me something too?”
“what?”
“let me know when you need assurance. there’s only ever you for me.”
abby:
you and abby were in a standstill. you expressed displeasure about how his fans were too touchy and that he should establish a boundary between them because his body was yours to touch, not theirs. abby only patted your head and called you cute but did nothing to address your concerns and that irked you off.
“baby, you aren’t serious right?”
“yes i am.” you say as you cross your arms, sitting in your circle of salt, glaring at your boyfriend who looked like he wanted to cry.
“all because a few randoms flirted with me? baby you know you’re the only one for me.” the way he brushes off your reason for being pissed off only serves to piss you off even more.
you rolled your eyes, even going as far as to turn your back on him, huffing.
a groan escapes abby’s lips. “babe, come on you can’t be serious.” you say nothing.
“fine! be that way, let’s see who cracks first.” he says, sitting down on the couch and crossing his arms, staring straight at you as if he were challenging you.
it was on.
you spent the next hour on your phone, quickly liking then scrolling away angrily whenever a fanedit of your boyfriend appears on your feed.
you didn’t spare him a glance but you were aware that he was still sitting on the couch behind you. your ass was starting to hurt from sitting on the ground. why couldn’t you have drawn your ring of salt around the couch instead? you think to yourself, almost wanting to get out of your circle just to stretch your legs.
a sound almost resembling a whine interrupts your thoughts, you pivot slightly to see abby looking at you with a frown on his face.
“are you seriously still mad?” the sad lilt in his voice made your body turn back around to completely face him.
“you’re already cracking?” you couldn’t help but challenge him, a brow raised as your lover downright pouts.
“babe, do you know how hard it is to have you so close to me but i can’t hold you?”
“and whose fault is that?” you countered, crossing your arms. abby stands up and rounds the circle.
“mine, sure. whatever, but please, let me hold you? we can talk about it more but i really need to hold you right now.” abby puts out his hand, a sad expression on his face as he waits for your response.
“i’ll do better.”
with a sigh, you reach out, your hand pushing through the salt ring’s barrier. abby immediately pulls you away from the damned circle, causing a yelp to escape your lips.
you were immediately greeted by a hard chest and abby’s face nuzzling into your neck.
“‘m sorry babe! i know it’s hard to have a boyfriend who’s so hot that people just wanna touch his abs all the time–” you cut him off with you trying to pull his arms away from your form.
“let me go!” but there was no real bite behind your words.
“no, but in all seriousness. i’ll put a boundary between me and my fans.” he says, staring right into your eyes with an expression of sincerity.
“i’d even put a boundary between me and the other saja boys if that’d mean you’d never put a boundary between us again.”
you soften slightly, your hands patting his arms, which only causes him to hold you tighter.
“you mean it?” you asked, pulling away from him to cup his face in your hands. abby nods, determined.
“even jinu?”
“well…”
“abby!”
“i’m kidding!”
the two of you shared a laugh over it, and your boyfriend kept his word. he put a boundary with his fans immediately when he had an event.
he’d rather not touch anyone ever again than have you put space between the two of you again.
romance:
“oh?” the pink haired man asked, a smirk on his face as he crossed his arm and looks at the circle that was drawn around the couch.
“and what have i done to warrant such a violent response from my lover?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, a frown on his face.
“oh, are you talking to me? or the throw pillow beside me?” you answer sarcastically. romance sighs as he walks over to you, his hand reaching out only for him to hiss as the salt barrier burns him.
“it hurts.”
you roll your eyes. “good. i need space.”
romance bites back a smirk, you were so adorable in his eyes that he couldn’t take the frown that was on your face seriously.
“my love are you not aware? distance is only but a means to test how far our love can travel” he places a hand to his chest. “and it hurts me to see you intentionally test our unconditional love.” he sighs dramatically, but you weren’t in the mood.
“do you say this to all the people in your life or am i just lucky?” romance’s brows furrowed in confusion as you don’t play along with him. .
you say nothing as you swiped on your phone and threw it in his direction, your phone hitting him square on the chest. romance takes a look on the screen and sees a gossip blog about him and a huntrix member, the focal point was the fancam of him smirking at her and placing his chin on his hand that was propped on the table.
‘saja boys’ romance… romancing with huntrix’s mira?!’ the article read.
romance takes another look at you who refused to meet his eyes, a small pout on your face as you hugged a throw pillow to your chest.
“lover…” romance trails off. you flick your head to the side. “i really don’t wanna talk to you right now, romance.”
he didn’t think about how his actions would reflect the media, his intentions were only to piss the huntrix member off but it seemed like oblivious fans took it out of context.
“i know that you’re flirty but i thought it was only for me.” you say quietly, still not looking at him. romance frowns, feeling his heart drop to his stomach as you remain saddened by his actions. “it sucks i have other people to share with when it comes to your affection.”
“my love—” romance kneels in front of the couch, a frown on his face as he reaches for you, baring his teeth as the circle burns his skin.
“rome, what are you doing?!”
“trying to reach you, my love.” he says, hissing out his words as you can see the layers of his skin peel, against better judgment, you swipe away at the salt, your lover almost falling face first into the sofa.
“let me see that.” you say, grabbing his hand, clicking your tongue as you examined the burns.
almost in a flash, romance’s skin goes back to normal in front of your very eyes and before you could react, you feel romance intertwine his hand with yours, his other one coming to sandwich your hand between his.
“my lover…” romance trails off, “i apologize for making you feel that way. it was never my intention.” you still wouldn’t look at him. romance, still kneeling, places a kiss on your hand.
“you are the only one to receive the highest severity of my affections. i’m sorry for making you doubt that. thank you for letting me know.” he says as he places another tender kiss on your knuckles, his lips staying on your skin for longer.
“let me make it up to you?”
before you could even respond, he whisks you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom, wrapping you in your fluffy blankets and playing your comfort show as he cuddles you on the bed.
he’d spend his entire lifetime just to show you that only you mattered to him.
mystery:
something about your boyfriend is that he is feral. almost like a rabid dog if you’re being honest. but all rabid dogs eventually soften up and become affectionate to their owners, and it was no doubt that mystery fell into that category, he hated other people but he loved being around you.
however, he shows his love in the form of biting. and (un)fortunately for you, your skin became his favorite chew toy.
your skin became a canvas showcasing different shades of red, blue and purple, teeth indents scattered around from your arm, to your thighs even on your cheeks.
you can barely move without any soreness, and you can’t even be mad. you loved mystery and you loved that he loved you just as equally.
but your body needs a break. you fear that your skin might actually not recover. and it wasn’t as if you haven’t asked your boyfriend nicely. in fact, the fact that they’re just bruises instead of teeth indents was already an improvement.
you just needed a break.
the saja boys arrived back home after a fansigning event, mystery headed straight to his room, where you were in so that he could recharge, only for him to literally fall on his knees as he sees you sleeping on the couch, a ring of salt drawn around it.
you were awoken to a whimper. your bleary eyes blinked to see your boyfriend with a pout on his face as his eyes were trained to you.
“why are you doing this?” you unconsciously pout at the sad tone mystery uses.
“myst, come on. my skin needs a break! there’s more bruises than skin.” you say as you gestured to your arms.
“you know, people would think you’re hurting me.” you say in passing and you can see mystery tense up.
“i would never hurt y—” “i know!” you cut him off, “but walking around with these marks would make people think otherwise.”
“but… that’s my way to show you affection. i love seeing my marks on you.” if mystery were to hypothetically have dog ears, it would be flat against his head right now as he looks at you with a sad expression.
you bit your lip, feeling your resolve chip away as you can see the distance between the two of you affect him.
before you could even think of an appropriate response, mystery hisses as he forces his way in the ring of salt.
“mystery!” you say, moving to break it but mystery snarls at you. “no, i need to know the pain my bites bring you.”
“mystery, your bite only stays for a few days, i don’t need you burning yourself alive for me!” you say as you swiped away the salt, taking mystery in your arms as you tried soothing the burn on his skin.
mystery’s lips tremble. “so… i’m not allowed to bite you anymore?”
you part his bangs, placing a kiss on his forehead, thinking of a compromise.
“how about… whenever you bite me, i bite back? that way, you can feel ” mystery’s head perks up, a small smile forming on his face as he gives you a curt nod.
you moved first, placing a gentle bite on his arm, mystery purrs happily before he chomps down on yours.
“myst, too hard!”
“..sorry.”
needless to say, there was work that needed to be done but the marks on your skin noticeably lessened.
baby:
you knew that baby rarely showed his affection and that the fact that you were his lover should’ve been enough. but lately, it felt like you were the only one exerting effort in your relationship and it was beginning to take a toll on you.
you decided on giving him the same treatment back.
you barely brushed a kiss on his cheek, you don't hug him back when he hugs you goodbye and you even resorted to sleeping in the guest room.
baby thought nothing of it, in fact, when you fall asleep, he sneaks in the guest room to drape an arm on your waist and hold you. but you don’t realize it as he wakes up and leaves before you.
you weren’t getting the point across. actually, baby thought your avoidant ways were adorable.
you needed to change your ways and do something even more drastic.
the saja boys just finished a grueling dance practice and baby wanted nothing to do but rest in your arms, maybe even ask how your day has been.
he was well aware that he was putting strain on your relationship by not giving the effort you deserved. he knows that his upcoming comeback was no excuse. but today marked the last day before the comeback’s release, the group was given a week to recuperate before promotions, and baby knew that he’d spend all ten thousand and eighty minutes glued to you, but who was counting?
he clicks his tongue as he enters the room, seeing a ring of salt around the bed where you lay, scrolling through your phone.
“this is how we’re playing now?” baby asked, you looked up, staring straight at him, voice monotone as you responded.
“go away, baby.”
the blue haired demon only smirks as he rounds the bed, toeing slightly at the salt ring, chuckling as his boot sizzles against it.
“really? where’d you get this technique, the dark web?” he says sarcastically. “are you planning to exorcise me in my sleep too?”
you huff, crossing your arms.
“it’s keeping you away, so it’s working even if you make fun of me!”
“what brought this on, sweetheart?”
“dunno.” you answered, lying down and turning away from him. “go away.”
baby stays quiet, too quiet that you didn’t even know if he was still in the room, but you didn’t wanna turn and check if he’s still inside the room.
you sigh sadly to yourself, you didn’t even know where this back and forth was going because it was obvious to you that baby didn’t see what was wrong and why you were acting that way.
“hey.” you let out a screech as arms wrap around your waist, turning you around and pulling you flush against your boyfriend’s chest.
“w-wh— how? what?” you sputtered out your words as baby smiles mischievously.
“the thing about salt rings is that… there’s always gonna be a portion that’s drawn thinly.” he says as he gestures towards the foot of the bed.
“seems like you overlooked that, babe.” you clicked your tongue but went limp in his hold nonetheless.
“now,“ baby starts. “do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing on your skin. you don’t face him as you answer.
“i felt like i was being neglected by you.” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “and i didn’t know how to bring it up because you were always so busy and–” baby cuts you off with a soft kiss on your forehead.
“‘m sorry.” he says, voice matching yours. “it was unfair to you, i know. i’ll do better.” you couldn’t shake the sincerity from his voice as he forces you to look at his golden eyes.
“you’re always welcome to talk to me, i’ll make time for you, always, okay?” he presses a kiss on your chin, “i’m sorry.” a kiss on your cheek.
“i’ll do better.” another kiss on your forehead.
“i don’t deserve you.” finally, a kiss on your lips. you reciprocate, not knowing that tears were slowly slipping from your closed eyes.
you didn’t realize that you were overthinking for nothing and that you didn’t need to go to such lengths, but baby understands. baby made an oath to himself to never make you feel this way again.
he promises to never be the cause of your tears ever again.
note/s: can you tell i lost the plot somewhere around baby's part... i'm sorry i'll do better in other fics ik this isn't my best one lol BUT if you have any saja boys requests feel free to drop them in my inbox! i wanna write more but no prompt is coming to mind </3
