Back at the Huntrix Tower, (Y/n) was brainstorming the perfect note and lyrics for the song she was writing in the cozy corner of her room. The soft glow of fairy lights danced along the walls, casting a calm ambiance as she nestled into a giant bean bag, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. Derpy, the giant blue tiger with his oversized head and sleepy wide eyes, lay sprawled beneath her like a demonic body pillow. Meanwhile, Suzie, the mischievous bird creature with 6 eyes, had made himself comfortable, perched proudly on top of (Y/n)'s head like a crown.
"Woah-oh" she hummed absentmindedly, tapping her pen against her notebook, lost in thought.
Rumi had come up to check on her. He'd heard the faint melody and, without thinking much of it, knocked softly and cracked the door open.
But what he saw made him freeze in his tracks.
A gasp slipped from his lips.
(Y/n) turned, her expression startled at first, until she noticed the look on Rumi's face, wide-eyed, stunned... and kind of frozen like a statue.
"Rumi?" she blinked, sitting up slightly, the blanket slipping off her shoulder. "It's not what you think."
He pointed slowly. "Are... are those both Jinu's demonic companions... cuddling with you?"
Suzie let out a smug little scree in confirmation and puffed up her wings.
Derpy yawned like he didn't have a care in the world, then slumped even harder into the bean bag, dragging (Y/n) down with him.
Rumi blinked. "How?... How do you know them? Unless Jinu's been talking with... You?"
(Y/n) looked down at her hands in guilt, "Rumi, I have been talking with Jinu, I know that he knows about your patterns and I have been trying to convince him not to use that against you. I... I wanted to protect you Rumi, just like what you have been doing all our lives."
"HE IS A DEMON! You could have been in danger and I... We wouldn't have known about it." In frustration he vented it out to her as (Y/n) flinched, not expecting Rumi to scream at her.
But Rumi knew in himself that what (Y/n) does, it was always for others and never for herself. He wanted to be mad at her to scream at her more but he was also guilty because he had also kept from her that Jinu also had talked with him.
"I'm sorry (Y/n), I'm sorry I screamed at you." Rumi went near (Y/n) and hugged her as both animals were watching the both of them. "I just want you to be safe."
"I know that but I also want to keep you three safe as well." (Y/n) embraced Rumi back and as they departed in their hugging but still in each other's arms.
"I must confess I have also talked with Jinu and everything I have been taught was that demons were unfeeling creatures with no soul but Jinu said something to me that's making me question everything I stand for as a Hunter." Rumi looked at (Y/n) in both sadness and confusion.
"Rumi, whatever you decide I will always be there to back you up. No matter what." (Y/n) held Rumi's face and looked at him with warmth, claiming the raging storm was trying to claw its way out of Rumi's mind.
As both of them gazed into each other's eyes, a loud screech broke the tension. It was Suzie looking at them in boredom
(Y/n) giggled, brushing Suzie's tiny tail out of her face. "They are just like me, two cuties. Derpy's warm and Suzie refuses to nap anywhere else."
"You're literally being claimed by two demonic creatures like you're their queen or something."
(Y/n) gave him a playful smirk. "Maybe I am."
Rumi chuckled, gazing at her with love that was unseen by (Y/n) as she was scratching Derpy's chin. "If Jinu saw this, he'd think you were putting a spell on his pets to form an army."
She raised a brow teasingly. "Jealous?"
He paused, then smiled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Maybe a little. I don't get a hell tiger or demon bird cuddling me when I'm writing music."
(Y/n) patted the bean bag next to her. "Well, maybe you just haven't tried hard enough.
With a warm laugh, Rumi accepted her invitation, carefully settling beside her. Derpy huffed at the intrusion but didn't budge, and Suzie chirped in annoyance, but allowed the company.
Rumi looked at her notes, eyes scanning the messy but passionate scribbles. "New song?"
She nodded. "It's about finding and giving hope in unexpected places."
He tilted his head, looking at her. "Fitting. You've always been that kind of light... especially to me."
(Y/n) glanced up, surprised by the softness in his voice. Rumi didn't often open up this easily but lately, moments like this were becoming more frequent.
"Rumi..." she started, but he shook his head gently.
"You don't have to say anything. Just... thanks for letting me be here."
She smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder. Suzie fluttered slightly to make space, and Derpy rumbled a deep, contented sigh.
They sat in silence, surrounded by demon pets, blankets, and music notes, safe, warm, and briefly untouched by the chaos outside.
"We should go to my room, I'll need some help writing some lyrics to finish the diss track." Rumi interrupted the silence.
"Rumi, do the three of you really need to sing that song?" (Y/n) asked in hesitation.
"Why do you ask? Is there something wrong with the song?" Rumi sat up looking at (Y/n), wanting her opinion in the song he's also having trouble connecting with.
"It's just... The song is not you and the guys. It's not who you are. It's not Huntrix." (Y/n) finally confessed her feelings about the song the guys were focused on writing. At first she could see how determined they were to write it but along the way they lost the way of writing the song, it was all about anger, hate, and pain. (Y/n) could see that they are losing their focus on who they are and what Huntrix stands for.
"I know... These past few days I don't know but the song, these lyrics are not syncing with me anymore. I just don't know anymore." Rumi, frustrated, said in exhaustion.
"Let's go to your room and see what we can do with the lyrics." Rumi just nodded at her suggestion but before the both of them could stand from where they were seated. A glowing blue portal opens under them. Sinking down into the blue portal only to fall onto Rumi's bed in his room.
(Y/n) giggled at the sudden fun fall while Rumi grunted in pain as he fell into the pile of papers, pens and pencils located in the middle part of his bed. Depry landed gracefully onto the floor and rested near (Y/n)'s feet while Suzie was still perched on (Y/n)'s head.
"Well that was something, huh." Rumi said in bewilderment as (Y/n) continued to giggle and pet Derpy on the head.
As Rumi fetched his guitar and sat near (Y/n) with the pile of papers in the middle of them.
"Time to put you in your place. 'Cause you're rotten within! When your patterns start to show. It makes the hatred wanna grow. Out of my..." Rumi sighed at the lyrics, crossing the lines he hated and replaced them with something else.
"When your patterns start to show. I see the pain that lies below." Rumi couldn't really focus on making the diss track as he remembers Jinu's words and his own patterns.
Looking beside him was (Y/n), who was also writing down her own lyrics, he couldn't help but smile at her until he looked down to see two identical 'Hello Friend' stationary knowing both came from Jinu. Rumi wanted to be mad, to be jealous that Jinu reached out to (Y/n) and met her alone, just the two of them. But for some reason he wasn't mad since he started to have this brotherly connection with him, the pain, and the shame they both share.
Rumi even started to feel less of the burden clawing from his throat. But then Derpy purred as he rose up from his nap while Suzie had flown to the tiger's head and rested there, in front of Rumi who then scoffs smirking at the tiger.
"Calm down. We're not gonna meet him." Rumi said teasingly at the tiger as he booped Derpy's nose. Then there was a sudden knock on his door, which surprised everyone inside Rumi's room.
"Rumi?" It was Miro who cleared his throat.
"Uh... You gotta get outta here. Come on." Rumi pushed Derpy by his nose to emphasize the need of both demonic animals to leave. As Rumi hurriedly fixed the mess on bed. (Y/n) went near the two animals and gave them kisses on the forehead and said her own goodbyes, as the appearance of the glowing blue portal that Depry slowly descended back to wherever Jinu is.
"I can hear you in there." Miro said the obvious since he really wanted to talk with Rumi about what he had in mind from his observations the past few days. "Uh, yeah."
"Uh, give me a minute." As Rumi hurriedly fixed and threw away the papers into his trash bin with enough strength to knock the bin over. Derpy with Suzie perched on the tigers head with his signature nonchalant look, continued to slowly descend down until he stopped and ascended back up and turned towards the fallen trash bin with wide eyes while Suzie had a look of annoyance.
"Uh... What are you doing?" Miro questioned Rumi as he stood there with his arms crossed, hair down and wearing a fluffy long sleeved sweater and gray sweat pants.
"Um, nothing. Just, uh... Hanging with (Y/n)." Rumi opened the door a bit wider for Miro to look inside from where he stood to see (Y/n), who waved at Miro while seated at the bed.
"Did you wanna come in?" Rumi asked as he opened his door and gestured for Miro to come into his room.
"I mean, If you want me to come in, I can come in." Miro nonchalantly went inside Rumi's room and looked around.
Rumi then noticed how he was holding the letter from Jinu, gasping from the realization and quickly hid it behind him. Both (Y/n) and Rumi watch Miro walking to the side of the room towards the box of tonics but then notice a glowing blue paw moving in the corner of the room.
"I heard you singing." (Y/n) then gestured for Rumi to do something about Derpy while keeping an eye on Miro who had his back to Rumi. Rumi double checks to see Miro having his back towards him before going near the fallen trash bin.
"You sound good. You too (Y/n), I like the melody."
"Thank you Miro, but it's still experimental." (Y/n) said while looking down her lyrical notebook.
"Yeah, who would've thought? Those tonics actually work." Rumi said while taking the trash bin from Derpy's paw and set it back up in its proper place and getting the throw blanket from his bean bag chair and setting on Derpy to hide the tiger from Miro's sight.
Rumi then saw Miro turning to face him again and stood up straight to hide the letter in his hand, but Miro didn't notice any of this but focused on the scattered papers on Rumi's bed. Miro saw the paper Rumi was writing on and saw how Rumi changed some of the lyrics.
"So, why are you changing our lyrics?" Miro questioned holding the paper with the revised lyrics and showing it to Rumi.
"Oh, I just..." Rumi sighed, not wanting to lie to one of his best friends. "Do you really think this is the right song to beat Gwi-Ma? It's so hateful." Rumi looked at Miro to get his reaction about his change of mind about the song.
"Yeah, because we hate him, and we hate demons." Miro stated the obvious why the song should stay the same and their goal about the diss track.
"No, I know."
"Okay, what is up with you? I could swear, the other day, you were talking to a demon." Miro finally let out everything he was thinking as he walked towards Rumi, who then backed up not knowing how to answer any of his questions.
"I..."
"And 'Woo, Jinu'? What was that about?" Miro had unconsciously used his height advantage to intimidate Rumi in answering his questions.
"Playing him up to psych him out. Get in his head." With quick thinking Rumi said something convincing for Miro to stop with the questioning.
"I'm pretty good at reading people. Actually, I'm kind of an expert at it, and I just can't shake this feeling that you're keeping something from me." Both (Y/n) and Rumi saw Derpy peek out from the blanket with his tail out causing both of them to hurriedly to try and hide it.
"Both of you are keeping something from me." Miro turned back to face Rumi and (Y/n), who was seated on a blanket covered Derpy and (Y/n) was seated to face him behind her was Suzie looking bored.
"Miro, we're not keeping anything from you." Rumi took a deep breath so that he didn't looked panic.
"Miro, we have been best friends for years. You know better than anyone else that we don't keep things from each other." (Y/n) assuring the dark pink haired male in front of her and patted the space in front of her for him to sit down.
As Rumi and (Y/n) looked towards each other before looking back at Miro. "We promise you."
"Sorry. I sound nuts. I guess these demons are just getting to me. I can't wait until every one of them is destroyed and sent back to suffer with Gwi-Ma for eternity. Right, Rumi, (Y/n)?" This calmed the anxiety in Miro who then sighed and sat in front of (Y/n), facing Rumi. To vent out all his worries to the people he trusts and getting the reassurance he needed.
"Yeah. Eternal suffering. Sounds fun." Rumi just agreed with Miro but he didn't really agree with the unfairness for those demons who truly have feelings to suffer. Unnoticed by the two male hunters, (Y/n), had her hand on her abdomen where her demonic birth mark was placed fully knowing that if she were to be discovered it wasn't just suffering awaits for her below.
As Miro left Rumi's room he still feels something is wrong even after talking with Rumi and (Y/n), but just shrugged it off. Back inside the room Rumi was still mulling over his conversation with Miro before making a decision best of everyone involved.
"(Y/n), will you accompany me to talk with Jinu about my plan for the Honmoon?" Rumi asked (Y/n), because he wanted her there for moral support.
"Are you sure? Do you want me there?" (Y/n), tilted her head to the side cutely, making Rumi smile at her.
"Yeah, I want you there with me."
"Okie, I'll write the letter to ask Jinu to meet with us at the park." (Y/n) Then got out a cute purple duckie stationary and quickly wrote down on the letter before giving it to Rumi, who then gave it to Derpy to deliver to his owner.
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The Saja Boys, in all pink and white outfits posing together for a video to be streamed to all their fans.
"Hey, everybody." Romance started to speak with both of his hands clasped on his chest.
"Our fan club just hit 50 million fans." Abby continued the announcement while using his left arm to lean on Jinu.
Jinu as always in the center of the group huddled while wearing big pink shades, Mystery was looking at the side not saying anything which was very in brand for him, and Baby was also leaning on Jinu while having his left arm around Romance.
"We have to give a shout- out to Huntrix and Angel. We couldn't have done it without their support." Inside a grocery store was the glasses wearing fan that shipped Rumi, (Y/n), and Jinu together browsing the rows of Saja Boys Soda cans, but unbeknown to her was that a demon was behind her, sucking her soul from her body as she disappeared with the soul. The soda can in her hand fell to the ground.
"And to our fans, thank you. We really feed off your energy." A male fan waiting inside a bus stop, watching the Saja Boys announcement with Mystery finally talking. Also unknown to the male fan was that a demonic figure emerged from behind the fan and sucked his soul. Making Mystery's words too literal.
"In other news, the amount of missing person reports have tripled in the last 24 hours." A news network was then seen to broadcast the rampant increase of missing persons cases to be seen within South Korea. As various missing posters can be seen littered on walls.
"We're so excited to show you what's next." Multiple shooting souls like stars headed to Gwi-Ma, who keeps on feeding off the souls that his demons get for him, as he gets bigger and bigger by the day.
Jinu in his casual clothing stood on top of the Iljumun gate, watching the result of his plan. Until he got distracted by Derpy looking at him and showed his tongue for Jinu to get the letter.
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Jinu stood on the stone steps inside the park, casually leaning against the wall with both arms as he waited for his date with (Y/n). He glanced at the letter again, double-checking the meeting place and time, then sighed in boredom.
"She wants to meet, and she's late? Good thing she's cute." He scanned the area for any girl in white, but instead yelped when he spotted Rumi crouching on top of the wall, smirking down at him.
"Where's (Y/n)? Did you send this just to lure me all the way out here so you could jump-scare me?" Jinu clutched his chest, still catching his breath, one hand on the wall to steady himself.
"I told him not to scare you, but he wouldn't listen." The soft, melodious voice made Jinu glance past Rumi and there she was. (Y/n) stood in a flowing white skirt and shirt With her hair styled to a low side pony tail with her signature white scrunchie and lavender heart design with wings and stars, the morning sun framing her like a halo. To him, she looked breathtaking, almost angelic.
"Follow me." Rumi's voice snapped Jinu out of his trance, earning a scoff from him, but he still followed up the stair path.
"Well, I'm glad you're finally ready to talk. Although," Jinu smirked, glancing at Rumi, "you could've picked a better day, since I'm on a date with (Y/n) today. Unless... you're here to chaperone us like some overprotective parent."
"Date? No! Ew! What are you talking about?" Rumi shot back instantly, looking genuinely appalled at the idea of (Y/n) choosing Jinu over him.
In response, Jinu simply held up the letter in his hand, the stationery adorned with a sophisticated little duck and the words 'Save the Date' printed neatly across the top.
Jinu waved the letter at Rumi. "You see this? Save the date. And you're telling me this isn't an invitation to a romantic walk in the park?"
"That doesn't mean-" Rumi reached out to snatch the paper, but Jinu danced a step back, holding it high. Rumi then groans in frustration.
"You're so old." Before snatching the letter from Jinu's hand. "This is strictly a business meeting."
(Y/n) sighed, stepping between them with her hands clasped in front of her. "It's not a date. It's... a meeting. Something important I needed you both here for."
"A meeting?" Jinu raised a brow, looking almost offended. "Then why go through all the trouble of making it cute? Duckie stationery? White outfit? This feels suspiciously like you're leading me on."
"You lead yourself on," Rumi muttered under his breath, earning a sharp glare from Jinu.
Jinu ignored him, shifting his focus back to (Y/n). "Okay, loud and clear. So what's so important you dragged me out here?"
Her expression softened, but her voice carried a quiet seriousness. "You'll see when we get there. It's not far."
Rumi continues to walk up the stair path. "Let's go. And no more whining, Jinu. You'll survive without flirting for thirty minutes."
Jinu snorted. "That's asking a lot." Still, he fell into step beside (Y/n), occasionally glancing at her from the corner of his eye.
The three of them walked up the winding stair path, sunlight breaking through the canopy of leaves overhead. Every now and then, Jinu caught her skirt swaying in the breeze, the image making his lips twitch into a reluctant smile.
He didn't know where they were going. But if it meant more time walking beside her, maybe being tricked into this "meeting" wasn't the worst thing in the world.
"What if we told you there's another way to get your freedom?" This caught Jinu's attention.
"Go on."
"Help us win the Idol Awards. Because when we win, the Honmoon will be sealed. And that will guarantee your freedom." Rumi touched the wall again but this time used some of his powers to light up the Honmoon and hopped on top of the wall. This caused Jinu to think about it more.
"Gwi-Ma will be permanently cut off, and all the demons will be gone from this world. I will finally be free of these patterns. No more hiding. No more secrets." As Rumi looked out to the view of all of Seoul City, Jinu looked in concern at (Y/n) who was touching her own hidden patterns from her friend. (Y/n) looked back at Jinu and pleaded with her eyes for his silence, and he smiled at her in understanding.
"You can be on this side when the Honmoon is sealed. Away from the demon world. Away from Gwi-Ma. You can be free from those voices forever." Rumi faced Jinu again and hopped down the wall before walking towards him after explaining his plan.
"What makes you think the Honmoon can save a guy like me?" Jinu asked pondering the plan proposed to him by the male hunter in front of him.
"A guy who tried to help his family? You made a mistake, Jinu." (Y/n) said with honesty knowing that Jinu is truly a good person. As she faced him while telling this.
"It's not that simple." Jinu scoffs at the idea of (Y/n) on what kind of man he is, and its making him guilty not telling her the truth.
"But I am a mistake." Rumi couldn't help but voice out his own truth.
"Rumi! That's not true." (Y/n) Said in surprise at what Rumi just said.
"Have been since the moment I was born. So, I have to belive. Because if there's no hope for you, what hope is there for me?"
"Rumi. Jinu. Please have hope that even in darkness there will always be light." (Y/n) Taking each in her hand the hands of both male by her sides and looking each of them deeply. Until a voice interrupts the three of them.
"Bracelets? For your beautiful girlfriend in the middle?" An older lady selling bracelet to the males in front of her. This cause both males to be flustered at the prospects of having (Y/n) as there's.
"Oh, no. We're not- She's not yet my girlfriend." Jinu quickly said towards the a while flusteredly looking at (Y/n) who was not affected by the presumption of the kind older lady in front of her.
"Oh, no. Ugh. What?" Rumi embarrassed but somewhat like hiring that (Y/n) would look great with him but then was surprised at what Jinu just said.
"Excuse me? She would be my girlfriend. Not yours."
"You can't even respect boundaries when it comes to someone else's date."
"You're from the 1900s? And date? Yeah, right. Like (Y/n) would date someone like you."
"I see why you're single."
"What?"
"See? You'd never work with (Y/n)."
The ajumma's smile slowly turning into a frown and having seen enough of this, went towards (Y/n) who was still standing in the middle of the two bickering males who then shut up as the ajumma stood in front of them and looked at them with judgment,
"Here, free two bracelets. Go find yourself better boys. They're both helpless." The ajumma placed two bracelet in the palm of (Y/n)'s hand before walking away.
"Well, there's your answer. Hopeless." Even if Jinu did truly believe that he's hopeless, (Y/n) knew in herself that he wasn't and looked down at the two bracelet in her right palm. One was dark shade of purple mixed with lilac colored string, and the other was also located colored with a shade of blue mixed together. It reminded (Y/n) how each bracelet represent each of the males besides her.
"That's the funny thing about hope." (Y/n) started to talk.
"Nobody else get to decide if you feel it." Rumi continued because he knows that what Jinu needs is a support system just like how the boys means to him, and how (Y/n) truly means in his life.
"That choice belongs to you, Jinu." (Y/n) Finished saying while holding out the bracelet with the blue string out towards him. As Jinu looked at the bracelet in her hand before looking back at her eyes unmoving.
"Fine. It's mine now. You're loss." (Y/n) wanting to be a bit mischievous turn her back from him and was about to walk away until a hand clasped onto her wrist, stopping her from walking away from him. This surprised (Y/n) as she slowly looked back at Jinu, both looked at each other deeply in the eyes but Jinu soon then realize what he did and quickly let out.
"I was just trying to get the bracelet." Jinu tried to explain himself while Rumi just looked at him in annoyance.
"Oh. Yeah. The bracelet. Here." (Y/n) Held the item out towards Jinu, who quickly took the bracelet from her sift hands. As Jinu stiffly stood at the side before looking down at the bracelet in his hand.
"For what it's worth, I don't think you're a mistake." Jinu voicing out his opinion not only about Rumi but his feelings about (Y/n), which caused her heart to skip a beat. This caused another staring between Jinu and (Y/n).
"Okay, bye." Rumi said wanting to leave now before Jinu tries something on (Y/n). Walked away taking (Y/n)'s hand in his to leave the park with her back to the tower.
"Bye bye Jinu. See you again." (Y/n) Cutely waving to Jinu was she was dragged off by Rumi.
"Yeah, uh, bye. Uh,..." Jinu awkwardly says goodbye, losing his bad boy vibe. All the while both Derpy and Suzie were watching the interaction between the three behind the bushes. Derpy purrs in curiosity while Suzie twitters in suspicion.
As Rumi pulled her away, (Y/n) felt Jinu's eyes still on her. She glanced back one last time, expecting that usual smug grin, but instead found him watching her with something softer... and far more dangerous.
It wasn't a look of teasing or play. It was the kind of gaze that made her heart stutter, the kind that whispered promises without words.
Rumi's grip tightened, as if he could feel it too. "Don't fall for that," he muttered under his breath.
But (Y/n) couldn't help it. Even as she let herself be led away, her mind stayed behind... replaying the way Jinu's lips had just barely curved into a smile meant for her alone.
Somewhere in her chest, a thought she didn't dare say aloud bloomed like fire.
some stories begin not with grand declarations, but with the quiet comfort of walking beside someone who makes the journey feel shorter. for jinu, those evenings become a sanctuary—filled with shared laughter, humble gifts, and the hope that tomorrow will bring another walk together. yet beyond the warmth of blooming gardens and flickering lanterns, another path is already unfolding. one walked by unseen footsteps, patient smiles, and a darkness that has quietly learned his name.
pairing: kpdh jinu x f. reader (she/her pronouns used)
genre: rom-fantasy, timeless love, angst, slow burn
rating: teen and up audiences
warnings: stalking-ish, stranger danger, slight coersion, intimidation tactics (if i missed something, pls mention so that i can edit)
word count: 3.2k+
nabi's notes: i'm sorry this took so long to continue but here's a lil filler to boost me up for the story of the third part. to many more!✧˖° ⊹
하나 . 둘 . 둘점오
jinu walked beside her. they'd fallen into this little routine over the past few weeks, their steps unhurried, almost intentionally slow. neither of them ever seemed eager to reach their destination. he'd never admit it out loud, but he genuinely liked being around her. it was moments like these that made him wish for more time—for more chances to be something more than just the guy who walked her home with a quiet crush tucked safely in his chest.
the trellises of gourds surround them as they walk past the rice fields, entering her community. children ran with paper dolls as mothers called out for them to come home. the horizon, now a dark blue and gold gradient. there breeze was getting cooler and as if by chance, she felt a chill run through maling her hug her robe.
"thank you for walking me home… we're quite a ways out, as you can see."
"i've walked farther than this," he says with a shrug. "besides, i've always wanted to see this part of the city."
"you've never been outside the walls?"
"not really. never had the time." he rubs the back of his neck, a little sheepish.
"well…" she turns toward the modest house behind her. "this is my humble abode. i spend most of my days tending the garden too whenever i'm not out running errands." her eyes brighten. "oh! that reminds me." she hurries over to the shed and returns with a woven basket brimming with freshly picked vegetables.
"these are for your mother," she says, holding it out to him. "think of it as my way of thanking her for all the tteok she's tehcnically given me. she never lets me pay for any of it."
"she'll insist you didn't have to do this," he says with a small laugh, taking the basket carefully. "but thank you. i'll make sure she gets them."
he slips the basket into the cloth satchel hanging beside his bipa, careful not to jostle the vegetables. once he's sure everything is secure, he adjusts the instrument across his back. the polished wood catches the last rays of the evening sun, the strings giving the faintest hum as it settles against his shoulder.
a cool breeze drifts through the garden, carrying the scent of freshly turned earth and blooming flowers. somewhere beyond the fields, cicadas had already begun their evening chorus.
"i should head back," he says, glancing toward the road leading in to the city. "my mother will start wondering where i've wandered off to."
"then i won't keep you any longer." she folds her hands neatly before her. "it's a bit of a long walk."
"i don't mind the distance."
the words leave his mouth before he can stop them.
she tilts her head. "you don't?"
he clears his throat, the tips of his ears warming. "it… doesn't feel so far when i have good company."
for a heartbeat, neither of them speaks.
a smile slowly finds its way onto her lips, gentle enough to make him wish the sun would linger just a little longer.
"i'll remember that."
he lets out a quiet breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, a sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"well… good night."
"good night, jinu."
she remains beneath the wooden gate as he turns to leave, one hand resting lightly against its weathered frame. he walks a few paces down the dirt path before something compels him to look back.
she's still there.
the fading light paints her silhouette in gold, the breeze teasing loose strands of her hair as she lifts a hand in one last wave.
he returns it without thinking.
only when the gate finally slips from view does he allow the smile on his face to grow.
somehow, the road home feels shorter than it ever has.
the path back to the palace city had grown quieter by the time jinu left the village behind. dusk had given way to evening, the sky awash in deep indigo with only a faint ribbon of amber clinging to the horizon. lanterns, hung at measured intervals along the roadside, flickered to life one by one, their warm glow guiding weary travelers home.
his footsteps were unhurried.
every so often, his fingers brushed against the neck of the bipa resting across his back, as though reassuring himself it was still there. the basket of vegetables swayed lightly at his side with each step.
a cool breeze swept through the trees, rustling the leaves overhead and carrying with it the scent of wild grass and damp earth.
he found himself smiling.
it was small at first, barely noticeable.
then it lingered.
the memory of her laugh replayed in his mind, followed by the image of her waiting beneath the gate long after he'd turned away. he let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head at himself.
"what's gotten into me…"
the words disappeared into the evening air. another breeze passed, colder this time.
the lantern flames quivered.
jinu slowed.
the warmth he'd been carrying moments ago gave way to an odd stillness. even the chorus of insects seemed to fade, swallowed by a silence that settled far too quickly.
then—
"jinu."
it wasn't loud.
it barely rose above the whisper of the wind.
yet he heard it as clearly as if someone had spoken beside his ear.
his smile vanished.
he stopped where he stood, eyes narrowing as they swept across the empty road.
"…who's there?"
no answer.
only the soft sway of lantern light and the whispering trees. he waited a moment longer before exhaling through his nose. "must've imagined it…" so he took another step.
"jinu."
the voice came again. closer. clearer.
carried not by the road—
but by the wind itself.
jinu quickened his pace.
the voice did not follow.
still, the unease clung to him like the evening mist, prickling at the back of his neck with every step. he kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead until the familiar silhouette of the city walls finally emerged from the darkness.
relief settled in his chest.
just outside the gates, tucked beneath the shadow of the towering stone ramparts, stood a humble roadside tavern. its paper lanterns cast warm pools of light onto the packed earth below, and laughter spilled through the open doorway, mingling with the clatter of bowls and cups.
travelers stopped there before returning home. merchants rested their feet after long days on the road. soldiers fresh off patrol shared drinks before reporting back inside the city. the smell of grilled fish, roasted chestnuts, and steaming broth drifted out into the cool night air.
jinu didn't think twice.
he slipped inside.
warmth embraced him at once.
conversation buzzed from every corner of the tavern. an elderly man recounted a tale that grew more unbelievable with each retelling, earning groans and laughter from the table around him. two merchants argued good-naturedly over the price of silk while a serving girl weaved between crowded tables with practiced ease, balancing trays of food without spilling a drop. somewhere near the hearth, a pair of travelers had begun singing an old folk tune, their voices slightly slurred but spirited enough for others to clap along.
it was loud. ordinary. alive. exactly what he needed.
letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, jinu crossed the room and settled onto an empty stool at the wooden counter. he carefully leaned his bipa against the side of the bar, one hand lingering on its polished frame before signaling to the barkeep.
"a bowl of sikhye, please."
the barkeep gave a nod and disappeared behind rows of earthen jars.
jinu rubbed his palms together, hoping to shake off the lingering chill. he told himself it had only been the wind. a tired mind after a long day. nothing more.
yet, even surrounded by warm lantern light and the comfort of familiar voices, he couldn't stop glancing toward the tavern's open doorway.
the sharp scrape of ceramic against wood pulled him from his thoughts. "your sikhye."
the innkeeper slid a wide earthenware bowl across the counter. bits of cooked rice floated lazily on the sweet, amber-colored drink, its warmth sending thin curls of steam into the air.
"thank you."
jinu wrapped both hands around the bowl, welcoming the heat against his chilled fingers before taking a careful sip. the familiar sweetness settled him, easing the knot that had quietly formed in his chest.
the innkeeper, a broad-shouldered man with sleeves rolled to his elbows, wiped down a stack of cups with a worn cloth.
"you're out later than usual."
jinu looked up.
"am i?"
"i've seen you pass these gates often enough." the man chuckled. "usually you're in a hurry to get home. tonight…" his eyes drifted to the bipa resting beside the counter before returning to jinu's face. "…you look like someone who's in no rush at all."
jinu let out a quiet laugh through his nose. "i suppose i took the longer road."
"something worth seeing out there?"
his fingers traced the rim of the bowl. for a moment, he simply watched the ripples in the sikhye. "…i walked someone home."
"ah." the innkeeper's grin spread without another word.
jinu felt his ears grow warm. "it wasn't like that."
"i didn't say a thing."
"…you didn't have to." the older man laughed, low and knowing, before leaning against the counter. "and was she worth the extra miles?"
jinu didn't answer right away. instead, a small smile found him again, softer than before. "…i'd have walked twice the distance."
the innkeeper gave a satisfied hum, as though he'd heard the answer long before it was spoken. "young hearts have a habit of making long roads seem short."
jinu lowered his gaze to the bowl in front of him, unable to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
jinu lowered his gaze, hiding behind another sip of sikhye. the sweetness lingered on his tongue, though his thoughts were still somewhere beyond the city walls, standing beneath a weathered wooden gate.
the scrape of a stool against the floor broke the moment.
someone had taken the seat beside him.
the stranger moved with quiet confidence, neither hurried nor hesitant. a traveler's robe of dark, unremarkable cloth hung loosely from his frame, the kind that drew little attention in a crowd. his face was handsome in a way that was difficult to place, neither young nor old, his sharp features softened by an easy smile that never quite reached his eyes.
"another drink," he said, setting a few coins on the counter.
his voice was smooth. pleasant. almost too pleasant.
the innkeeper nodded and reached for an earthen bottle.
"sounds like someone's found a reason to enjoy the long walk home," the stranger remarked casually, his gaze fixed on the shelves behind the counter.
jinu stiffened.
"i wasn't trying to eavesdrop," the man added with a faint chuckle. "hard not to overhear in a place this small."
"it's nothing," jinu replied.
"is it?"
the stranger accepted his drink with a grateful nod before taking an unhurried sip.
"people don't smile like that over nothing."
jinu offered only a polite smile in return, choosing silence instead.
the stranger didn't seem bothered.
"you play?" he asked, his eyes drifting to the bipa resting against the counter.
"a little."
"a little?" he echoed. "you carry it like an old friend."
jinu instinctively rested a hand on the instrument.
"it's been with me for years."
"then it must have quite a few stories to tell."
The innkeeper smirked as he polished another bowl. "this lad's full of stories himself. always passing through, always with somewhere to be."
"is that so?" the stranger asked, finally turning to face jinu.
his eyes were strangely captivating, dark as still water.
"what's your name?"
jinu hesitated only a heartbeat. "…jinu."
"jinu." the man repeated it slowly, as though committing every syllable to memory.
"a good name." a smile curved across the man's lips. warm enough to earn anyone's trust. cold enough to make the hairs on the back of jinu's neck stand.
"mine…" he said, lifting his cup in a casual toast. "…isn't important."
before jinu could respond, the stranger's attention wandered back toward the tavern door, where the wind had stirred the hanging curtain.
"tell me," he said lightly, almost as an afterthought. "the one you walked home…" his fingers idly traced the rim of his cup. "…is she precious to you?"
the question was delivered with the curiosity of a passing traveler. but beneath the smile, something else lingered. something patient. something that had begun watching jinu long before this chance meeting.
jinu's fingers tightened ever so slightly around the warm bowl.
"…she's kind." that was all he offered.
"kind?" the stranger repeated with a soft laugh. "that's a rather modest way to describe someone who has you walking half the countryside after sunset."
jinu shrugged. "she's a friend."
"only a friend?"
"…yes."
the stranger smiled into his drink. "how fortunate."
"fortunate?"
"that a kind girl would place so much trust in you." he swirled the cup lazily in his hand. "a village outside the walls, wasn't it? not many homes scattered in that direction."
jinu looked at him. "…how did you know it was outside the walls?"
"a guess."
"you sounded awfully certain."
for the first time, the stranger's smile faltered—only for a heartbeat. "travelers notice these things."
silence settled between them.
the tavern remained as lively as ever. someone burst into laughter near the hearth. cups clinked together in celebration. a serving girl hurried past with another tray of food.
yet somehow, the noise felt very far away.
"does she live with her family?" the stranger continued. "parents? siblings?"
jinu didn't answer.
"what sort of work do they do?"
"…why?"
"simple curiosity."
"you ask a lot for someone who says he wasn't trying to eavesdrop."
the stranger chuckled. "perhaps i enjoy conversation."
"with people you've only just met?"
"sometimes they're the most interesting." his gaze settled on jinu again. calm. unwavering. "what was her name?"
jinu's expression hardened. "…i don't think that's any of your concern."
the stranger held up a placating hand. "forgive me. i meant no offense, no intrusion."
but the smile never left the stranger's face. if anything, it only grew. "i've simply found that people become much easier to understand once you know who they choose to spend their evenings with."
something twisted in jinu's stomach. the warmth he'd found upon entering the tavern had long since vanished. he reached into the small pouch at his waist, fishing out a few worn coins before setting them gently on the counter. "that should cover it."
the innkeeper glanced between the two men, sensing the shift in the air.
"leaving already?"
jinu offered him an apologetic smile. "i'd better get home. i've got work before sunrise."
"still juggling three jobs?" the innkeeper asked with a sympathetic shake of his head.
"someone has to keep rice on the table."
the older man nodded knowingly. "fair enough."
jinu rose from his stool, slinging the bipa over his shoulder in one practiced motion. "thank you for the sikhye."
"safe travels."
"already?" the stranger asked, sounding almost disappointed. "we've only just begun talking."
"another night, perhaps."
"i'd be happy to buy your next bowl."
"i appreciate the offer." jinu adjusted the strap of his bipa, "but tomorrow will come early."
"work can wait."
"mine can't."
"surely a few more moments won't hurt."
jinu met the man's eyes. whatever warmth had been there before was gone. "…good night."
without waiting for another reply, he turned and slipped through the tavern door. the cool night air struck his face. he didn't stop to look back. his pace quickened the moment he crossed the threshold, boots carrying him over the packed earth as the city gates loomed ahead. once he was beneath the lanterns lining the streets, his brisk walk became a jog.
then a run.
the bipa bounced lightly against his back as he wove through the thinning crowd, his breaths growing shorter with every turn.
why did that feel so… wrong?
he couldn't explain it.
the man had smiled, he'd spoken politely, and yet, jinu couldn't shake the feeling that he'd been sitting beside something that had been studying him—not listening, not conversing. studying.
behind him, the tavern's lanterns burned quietly in the night. and from the doorway, the stranger watched until jinu disappeared into the sleeping city. only then did the smile on his face finally change.
by the time jinu reached home, the city had settled into its nightly hush.
lanterns glowed behind paper windows, their warm light spilling onto the narrow streets before fading into shadow. somewhere in the distance, the steady beat of a watchman's clapper echoed through the neighborhood, marking the late hour.
he slowed his pace as he approached the familiar wooden gate.
the small courtyard was quiet.
only a single lantern remained lit beneath the eaves, left burning for whoever returned home last.
jinu slipped off his shoes and quietly slid the door open. "mother?"
"you're finally home." her voice drifted from the kitchen before she appeared, wiping her hands on the edge of her apron. though there was a hint of worry in her eyes, it softened the moment she saw him standing there.
"i was beginning to think you'd decided to sleep under the stars."
"sorry." he scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. "i lost track of time."
her gaze dropped to the basket tucked beneath his arm. "and what's this?"
"a gift."
he stepped forward and offered it to her. "from… a friend."
she peeked inside. crisp cabbages, leafy greens, spring onions, and freshly picked radishes filled the basket, their earthy scent rising into the air.
"goodness…" she looked back at him. "whoever gave these has a generous heart."
"she said it was her way of thanking you."
"thanking me?"
"for all the tteok you've been giving her."
his mother let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head, "that child."
she cradled the basket in her arms as though it were something precious, "i only ever gave her what we had to spare."
"she wanted to return the kindness."
"then i'll have to make another batch."
jinu sighed through an amused smile. "i had a feeling you'd say that."
"it's only fair." she looked at him for a long moment, a knowing smile slowly finding its way onto her face. "…you seem happy tonight."
jinu blinked, "do i?"
"you've been smiling ever since you walked through the door."
almost instinctively, his hand drifted to his cheek. he hadn't even realized. "…have i?"
"mhmm." she chuckled to herself before carrying the vegetables into the kitchen.
"go get some rest. tomorrow will come early."
"it always does."
he lingered a moment longer, watching her sort through the vegetables with quiet delight before retreating to his small room.
he carefully set his bipa against the wall, its polished wood catching the faint glow of the lantern outside. after changing into lighter clothes, he eased himself onto his bedding.
as sleep finally drew its curtain over the day, jinu carried with him the warmth of a shared walk, the memory of a gentle smile, and the quiet wish that the road had been just a little longer. but not every memory faded with the night. somewhere beyond the city's lanterns, beneath a sky untouched by their glow, unseen eyes remained fixed upon him, waiting with a patience only darkness could possess.
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Completely unoriginal concept, i know, but i would really like to see your rendition of Kpop Demon Hunters Jinu x reader who is his reincarnated lover from when he was still human. Maybe she's Huntr/x's assistant/bestie and she has no idea why one of the Saja boys is so weirdly obsessed with her, or why her bosses/friends keep aggressively trying to steer her away from him. But she can't deny she feels a pull towards him, whether its attraction or something else entirely.
The Saja Boys only appeared about three months ago.
In your eyes, they came out of thin air and stormed onto the scene- completely disrupting the world of undying and uninterrupted praise and love that your best friends have created for themselves. And now, not only are they already Huntrix’s biggest competition in terms of streaming numbers and sales, but they’ve also been making a lot of public appearances. And many of them just so happen to conveniently take place in the same city the girls and you are currently in, each and every time.
You thought it was funny at first- especially seeing how mad the other girls would get at the mere mention of the Saja Boys having some sort of show taping on the opposite side of town from their live show. And was it really that bad? The Saja Boys were just hanging onto the coattails of Huntrix’s success. You can’t really blame them for looking up to your best friends and acknowledging their success, power, and influence. You do the exact same after all.
Except…that was just what you thought after the first few times. Truthfully, you thought it was a little less funny after the sixth time it had happened in a row. Same city, same day. Appearances molded around each other’s schedules like clockwork. But even so, you were still willing to believe it was underhanded and shallow at first. The girls told you that they were demons after all. So it must be in their nature to play a little dirty like this…even if you can’t fully understand the reason behind their games.
But then one day, Bobby came to you about facilitating a collaboration between Huntrix and the Saja Boys. Apparently their leader had been coming around the girls’ sets, asking members of the Huntrix team for you by name, and then becoming increasingly agitated when no one would bring you to him. And suddenly you didn’t know what to think. Hell, even now you don’t know what to think.
“You’re…you’re Jinu! A-and you’re not supposed to…not supposed to…”
But you can only imagine the fit the girls will throw when they find you here.
In fact, you don’t even have to close your eyes to picture Rumi stomping up to you and snatching you away by the wrist as Mira shoves herself in the man’s face with the ever-loyal Zoey barking at him from behind her. You can picture it. You can hear it- the insults and thinly veiled threats they trade as they pull you away. And if you sit still enough and learn to give in to the hate the girls say you should have for people- for things like him, you’re pretty sure you can feel it too.
The negativity. The pressure. The anger. The fear. The disgust. The things that all Hunters and everyone they hold dear should feel towards demons. If you tried hard enough, you could feel it. You could. You could feel it. If you let yourself feel it, you could. You could. You really could- you promise you could. You promised the girls that you could. And you know you can. You could get there. You can. It’s just that…that…
“Hi there! It’s good to see you again! Have you…have you watched our latest performance?”
He makes it impossible for your heart to hate him.
“Um…” You mumble, trying to dodge Jinu’s gaze as he starts to linger nearer, the gentleness of his voice being all too uncomfortable and unfamiliar to hear from someone you know is a demon. Presently, he’s got you cornered just backstage of the girl’s latest appearance- a nightly talk show that’s good for introducing older generations to their music. The tech hallway he found you in is already scary enough on its own with its dim lighting, unsuspecting length, sheer emptiness, and the only signs of life being the distant sounds of the show being taped in front of its live audience far, far away from here. But his eyes are soft, and his expression is tender as he looks down at you, seemingly excited to hear your response. And his arm is pressed up against the wall in the space just above your head in a way that awakens the butterflies that you know aren’t supposed to exist. “The one for yesterday? The Saja Boys were on Play Games with Us, right…?”
Your voice starts to quietly trail off even before you finish the question, simply because of just how far you see Jinu’s expression drop at the mention of yesterday. His lips fall into a slight frown, and his eyebrows pinch forward- a clear indication that it wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear. You swallow thickly at the sight as you try to ignore the way his pain makes your heart ache like the only person you’re hurting is really yourself. It’s strange and frustrating, and it makes you feel a little bit dizzy and sick because this is Jinu of the Saja Boys you’re talking about.
You’re not a Hunter yourself, but you spent enough time around Rumi and the other girls while growing up to know just how bad of an idea getting this close to a demon while alone and defenseless is. All your life you’ve been told that demons don’t deserve to live. That they don’t have feelings. That they’re dangerous creatures. That they’ll kill you and hurt you and so much more if you let your guard down around them. Because at the end of the day, they’re exactly what their name implies: they’re demons. And that’s all they’ll ever be.
So why does your heart ache for one? And why do you stay here? And why…why are you reaching for him? As if you were never supposed to be apart in the first place?
“No, we…we had another performance. It was a live show from earlier today,” He corrected gently as he leaned into the hand you just absent-mindedly outstretched towards him. You still feel dizzy, and you can’t help but wonder if your expression is as hazy as your mind feels right now as you perform an act of intimacy on a stranger- a demon- that you’ve never done before. And yet, he doesn’t seem the least bit surprised by the action. Rather, he seems excited by it as he welcomes it with a familiarity that you just can’t understand while in this state. “It’s fine though. I understand you’re busy. Did you enjoy yesterday’s show? We worked really hard on it.”
In fact, it’s only when you see his adoring smile and feel the soft, smooth, and impossibly human-feeling touch of his cheek against your palm that it starts to dawn on you about what you have done. But at this point, you find that you can’t pull away. For his lips had already turned to press against the inside of your hand- kissing your skin like it’s a lifeline. But it’s strange. Because he’s not supposed to be here. And you’re not supposed to be near him. And yet…and yet you’re nodding, because yes, you did like yesterday’s performance.
You liked it because of him.
“That’s good. I’m glad.” Jinu all but purrs in between the tiny kisses he peppers to your palm, his eyes peering down at you through the loose strands of his dark hair. It sends shivers down your spine to be looked at in this way- like you’re the canary and he’s the cat that just caught you. But you’re not pulling away. You’re not looking away. You’re not trying to get away. And you know it’s bad and wrong and dangerous for you because the girls have told you time and time again about what a demon- what a Saja Boy might do to you if they got their hands on you. But you can’t get away. You can’t. Because something deep inside of you is telling you that you’re not supposed to run. “Why don’t you tell me what you liked about the performance? You know I always like hearing what you have to say about my shows.”
Not from him, at least.
But beneath the fuzzy haze that his affections are causing you, the rational part of you still exists. It’s what causes your breath to hitch when one of the kisses to your palm has him grazing his teeth against your skin, as you’re reminded that there’s something to fear even behind those pretty lips of his. And although the hurt expression that flashes on his face momentarily causes your brain to stutter and your heart to ache for him once more, it’s not enough for that rational side of you to catch onto the last thing he said.
Nor is it enough to stop you from saying something about it while you’re both here.
“Always?” You repeat quietly, moving to pull your hand away from his cheek. For a moment, you see him tense up and move as if he were planning to follow your hand closer to you if it weren’t for the fact that you had called out that particular word. Instead, though, he relents- letting your hand fall back to your side limply as he stares at you with an intense yet unreadable expression. Is he angry that you pulled away? Upset that you didn’t follow along with his plans in the way that he wanted you to? Embarrassed about misspeaking? Or is he proud that he got you in this position in the first place? You don’t know. You’re not too sure. For all your knowledge, you’ve never been this close to one before. Especially not one like this. So you don’t know. You don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know. But…but you’re not completely clueless. Because if there’s one thing for certain, it’s that- “Jinu…what do you mean ‘always’? This is the first time we’ve ever spoken…”
It is, right? Right?
Except you don’t know. You thought calling him out- even quietly might cause him to drop the act. Or at least slip up a little. Just enough for you to see the sharpness of his teeth or the darkness in his eyes or even the patterns that mark his skin. But it doesn’t.
Instead, his eyes get sadder. And his lips turn up to form a fake sort of smile- one that’s so quietly tragic that it shattered something inside of you. And suddenly, you regret challenging his words. You regret pulling your hand away. You regret the fear and the trepidation you have ever felt towards him despite him showing nothing more than care and adoration towards you. You regret it.
But you regret it all the more when he starts to pull further away from you, even despite the tears that have already begun to well up in your eyes.
“So it is,” He agrees to your words from earlier with a whisper- your reminder that this is only the first time. But despite this, you suddenly don’t think it’s true- you don’t want it to be true. You fear something inside of you will break even more if that’s really the case. That these butterflies that you feel will wither and die from the heartbreak. That your chest will tighten and tighten and tighten until there’s no room for anything but your anguish to exist.
But you don’t protest. And you don’t speak. And you don’t even move.
For Jinu has already disappeared into thin air and has left you alone in the long, dark hallway. Alone with your thoughts. Alone with your feelings. Alone with your life.
And all you can do is miss a man you don’t know, feel a numbness you don’t understand, and experience both a sense of longing and loss that you’ll always know so long as he’s away from you.
A feeling that only appeared about three months ago.
While (Y/n) slept peacefully in her own room, one floor below, the Huntrix boys were wide awake in their penthouse studio. The atmosphere buzzed with tension as they brainstormed ideas for a diss track aimed at their new rivals, the Saja Boys, a demon idol group who had stirred more than just trouble.
Rumi sat apart, fingers strumming out a discordant melody on the electric guitar, his mind spinning with rage, not just over the insult Jinu had hurled at him, but over the fact that he’d mocked the pajama pants (Y/n) had gifted him. A precious gift he held dear.
“You know, you'll never beat us,” Miro muttered sarcastically, fiddling with lyrics.
“Your plan will never work, we’re gonna…” Zane trailed off, lost in thought. Both of them were struggling to rhyme, mumbling incomplete lines.
“This song sucks!” the two groaned in unison, tossing their notebooks aside.
“We only have to write the best diss track ever to crush the Idol Awards… or, you know, risk demon apocalypse,” Miro said, flopping dramatically onto a giant beanbag with exaggerated despair.
“No pressure at all.” He grabbed three darts, hurling them at a target wheel plastered with Jinu’s smug face. All three hit dead center. Around the wheel were more vandalized images of the Saja Boys.
“Yeah! We gotta get up close and insult their stupid faces!” Zane cheered, crawling toward the target wall with dramatic flair.
“Their nasty, disgusting…not-beautiful… perfectly dewy, symmetrical, shimmering…” Zane trailed off, visibly affected by the lingering charm spell the Saja Boys had used. He was drooling over a photo of Mystery.
“Okay, that’s enough! I’m taking these down! Just like how we’re gonna take those boys down!” Miro snapped, yanking the pictures off the wall. He also snapped Zane out of his dazed state.
“Take down? Takedown! That’s it!” Rumi’s eyes lit up as inspiration struck. “That’s the song. Takedown.”
Zane jumped in, freestyling: “So sweet, so easy on the eyes… but hideous on the inside.” A lyric reflecting the Saja Boys’ manipulative charm spells and flawless appearance.
“Nice,” Miro nodded approvingly.
“You like it?” Zane beamed.
“Whole life spreading lies… but you can’t hide,” Miro added, getting into rhythm.
“Baby, nice try,” Rumi finished the verse.
“Whoa, this is actually sounding good!”
“I’m about to switch up these vi—” Rumi began singing, only to be cut off by a coughing fit. “Sorry, guys…”
“Take it easy,” Zane said quickly.
“Yeah, rest that voice for the Idol Awards,” Miro added gently.
With the lyrics finalized, the trio called it a night, determined to regroup tomorrow with fresh energy.
The next morning, (Y/n) awoke to a message from Bobby: the filming set was ready, and a car would arrive in 30 minutes to pick her up. She responded with a purple heart emoji to confirm.
After showering, she tied her hair into a side ponytail with a purple scrunchie and slipped into a breezy white linen dress. While waiting, an unexpected message popped up from an unknown number:
“Hey, this is Baby Saja. Contacting you about that collaboration with your new single.”
Surprised by how he got her number, another message followed:
“Also, got your number from your manager. That dude, Bobby or something.”
With that cleared up, (Y/n) replied and sent him the filming location. Just then, Bobby texted that the car had arrived. She informed the Huntrix group chat before heading out.
Upon arriving at the set, she was greeted by Bobby and the production staff.
“Good morning, (Y/n)! Ready for a day full of filming?” he asked enthusiastically.
“Hi, Bobby! Yes, I am,” she replied warmly, greeting the rest of the crew as she was led to her dressing room.
“Baby is already here. He brought Mystery along for moral support. I’ve got him in makeup and wardrobe,” Bobby explained. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Thanks, Bobby! I’ll see you after,” she said as she entered her dressing room. A staff member handed her a perfectly made iced vanilla coffee, and she thanked them before settling into her chair.
Her hair was styled in soft waves, cascading to her hips, with a partial bun and a thin strand framing her face. Her makeup, lavender and rose gold hues blended seamlessly was radiant, with a soft gradient from glossy pink to peach on her lips. She looked every bit the celestial solo idol: luminous, elegant, and unforgettable.
Her outfit was equally breathtaking: a strapless white dress with a slit on the left revealing a violet underlayer, violet ruffles on the bodice, and flowing blue and white fabric giving it a layered, ethereal silhouette. She wore long gloves trimmed in purple, a charm bracelet with symbols for Rumi (a mic), Miro (a pink heart), Zane (a turtle), and herself (angel wings). A violet choker adorned with a gold star graced her neck, paired with mismatched earrings, one a six-pointed star, the other a dangling pearl.
As the staff left her alone, (Y/n) looked in the mirror. With a soft flash of light, her angelic wings emerged, props for others but very real to her. The primary wings stretched behind her ears, while her secondary wings, normally concealed, wrapped around her waist like part of the costume.
A knock signaled that filming would begin soon. With one last look in the mirror, she opened the door and was escorted to the grand theatre stage.
There stood Baby and Mystery, dressed in sleek suits. Baby’s hair was slicked back, Mystery’s fringe artfully draped across his face. Their breath caught at the sight of her. She looked like an angel descending from the heavens.
“Hi! It’s so nice to have you both here,” she greeted, bowing.
She leaned in and whispered, “Please... don’t take anyone’s soul here. I don’t want to hurt anyone.
“We won’t. We’re just here to hang out with you,” Baby replied, avoiding eye contact to hide his blush. Mystery silently nodded.
“Wanted to see you again,” Mystery added softly, his voice unexpectedly deep and magnetic.
“(Y/n)! Time to get into position,” Bobby called out.
“I’ll see you after. The director will explain your roles,” she said, then turned to Mystery. “You should talk more. You really have a nice voice.”
That single compliment made his heart beat, for the first time in centuries.
Standing center stage of the grand theater, (Y/n)’s custom microphone stand a tall, elegant staff with a crystalline lotus headpiece and wing-like accents glimmered under the spotlight.
Lights.
Camera.
Action.
As the melody of the song fills the whole theater every staff member present couldn't help but watch (Y/n) who slowly walks towards the microphone with her eyes closed, a gentle spotlight that shines on her. As she stops in front of her mic, it is like a siren call that captivates everyone around her, including the two demon boys nearby. Finally, (Y/n) slowly opened her eyes and sang from her heart, the world seemed to blur around her.
~ “Birds are born with no shackles. Then, what fetters my fate?”
“Blown away, the white petals. Leave me trapped in the cage.”~
Memories long buried returned, screams, chants, cries of children, and the dark past she'd tried to forget.
~ “The endless isolation. Can’t wear down my illusion. Someday, I’ll make a dream unchained.”
“Let my heart bravely spread the wings. Soaring past the night. To trace the bright moonlight.”~
As the lights dimmed, she curled in on herself, encaged in symbolic darkness.
A blurred memory surfaced of a man with fair skin and silver shoulder length hair. Whose face blurred through time, only the warmth and loving embrace only remains.
~”Let the clouds heal me of the stings. Gently wipe the sorrow off my life. I dream.”
”What is meant by miracle. A word outside my days.”~
A glowing bubble holding a white feather floated into her hands. She clutched it to her chest.
Her wings burst open in full display, and the stage exploded in radiant light. Musical notes swirled around her, a magical dance of past kindnesses visible only to her.
Baby approached, offering his hand. She took it. They waltzed, and for the first time, Baby felt true peace.
~”Once again, repeat warbles. But how could I escape?”
”No further hesitation. On those unanswered questions. So now, I'll make a dream unchained.”~
As they twirled, (Y/n) looked into Baby’s eyes, saw his suffering and used her magic to soothe his pain. The voices in his head went silent.
He was free, even if just for a moment as he looked at (Y/n) and saw her kind smile directed at him.
Everything was just about him and (Y/n) with her singing.
Mystery stepped in for the second part of the dance, holding her gently.
~”Let my heart bravely spread the wings. Soaring past the night. To trace the bright moonlight.”
”Let the clouds heal me of the stings. Gently wipe the sorrow off my life. I dream.”~
Mystery couldn't help himself but smell (Y/n) scent as it was intoxicating to have her in his arms.
Her aura, it melted the bitterness of his past.
She was the light.
He felt peace despite all the harsh memories of his past, (Y/n) was the cure,
She was his cure.
~”Let my heart bravely spread the wings. Soaring past the night. To trace the bright moonlight.”
”Let the clouds heal me of the stings. Gently wipe the sorrow off my life.”~
As they both continue to dance around the stage, Bobby couldn't help himself as he lip syncs along to (Y/n) singing. He even dragged a helpless staff to his dancings until he let go and just danced the waltz alone.
As the song comes to the end. (Y/n) and Mystery finished their dance, she took his hand in her left hand and took Baby's in her right hand.
~”I dream.”~
In the middle of the stage, various feathers from above slowly showered them as (Y/n) hugged both males together. Slowly lights are deemed until a lone spotlight shines on the three as the song comes to an end.
~”I dream.”~
Applause erupted. Lights came up. The performance was over.
“WHOA! That was amazing (Y/n). I can see it now, when we post this tomorrow morning. It's going to be a hit.” Bobby excitedly said as he met (Y/n) and the two Saja Boys on stage, handing them water and escorting them off stage to their dressing room. Along the way, they were all thanking each of the staff for their hard work.
“I'm going to go get the cars to escort both you, (Y/n) and the Saja boys home. Wait for me, until I get back.” Bobby said before walking away, leaving the three of them alone in the hallway.
“Thank you for featuring in my music video, despite knowing that you guys have something else better to do.” (Y/n) nervously laugh knowing that the better thing to do was taking more souls for Gwi-Ma.
“It was no problem, and it was also a good excuse to get close to you.” Baby said while ruffling his hair.
“We wanted to talk to you.” Mystery said looking at (Y/n).
“Back there, during the dance. You somehow made the voices stop.” Baby couldn't help himself but inquired why would (Y/n) do that despite being demons trying to destroy the Honmoon.
“Why? Help us?” Mystery added not wanting the conversation to end.
“Because I see your suffering and I believe that one small act of kindness can change anything. So, I wanted to seize the pain and give you peace.” (Y/n) Smiled warmly to both of them. Which made them blush and their hearts beat.
Before the two could talk, Bobby arrived and said that the cars were ready outside. As (Y/n) said her goodbyes to the two boys, she was stopped by a hand grasping her wrist. It was Mystery looking at her, and Baby was the one to say what both of them knew to say.
“Your secret. We won't tell anyone. We promise.” This made her smile before walking away from the two.
“I think I'm falling for her.” Mystery said to Baby, who was silent as they both watched (Y/n) slowly disappear from their sight.
His silence was everything because they both knew they weren't the only ones falling for the Angel.
Back at the tower, (Y/n) quietly returned to her room, careful not to disturb the Huntrix boys. She changed, stepped out onto her balcony, and gazed at the city lights.
She thought of him, the man from her memories. He was gone, lost forever. But the memory had returned. She smiled.
(Y/n) went back inside and crawled into her bed getting her much needed rest knowing the coming days would be full of award shows and rehearsals with Huntrix.
Just as Bobby predicted, her song “If I Could Stop One Heart from Breaking” had become a massive hit, touching hearts around the world. Fans buzzed with excitement online, especially over Baby and Mystery’s surprise appearances, sparking a new wave of shipping rumors between (Y/n) and the Saja Boys.
The stage was set.
The battle between light, music, and demons was just beginning.
In the street, Jinu walked alone, his thoughts consumed by the marks he saw, Rumi's arm, and (Y/n)'s stomach.
"A Hunter and an Angel... both with demonic patterns."
Haunting whispers suddenly stirred around him. His eyes widened in fear as his demonic patterns suddenly ignited, an invisible force dragging him forcefully down into the Demon World.
He slammed onto the cracked ground of the realm below. Groaning, he stood again, only to be met by a sea of demons waving glowing lightsticks and chanting "Saja Boys!" as his bandmates returned to their demon forms and basked in the adoration.
"I love you guys!" A sobbing water demon cried, holding up two lightsticks.
But amidst the excitement, Jinu noticed something strange. The four other demon boy bands nearby... they looked less miserable, less hollow and it seems it was only seen by him, alone.
"They're... just like us."
"Oh, souls incoming." One of the demons pointed upwards.
Everyone turned upward as streaks of white light shot toward the mouth of the Demon King, Gwi-Ma, who devoured each soul eagerly.
"My little Soda Pop," Gwi-Ma crooned, his mouth curling in a grin. "Surprisingly catchy. And your plan... it's working."
"I know," Jinu replied smugly. "And that soul? Just the appetizer. Let me return to the human world. You'll be feasting in no time." But Gwi-Ma's tone darkened.
"One of the Hunters and the Angel bear my mark. Yet I have no control over them." He read Jinu's mind effortlessly.
"That's good," Jinu replied, thinking fast. "That means they carry shame. I'll find it... and we'll use it to destroy them. All of the Hunters. For good."
"I've taught you well, Jinu. Oh, and the Angel. I want her brought before me. Alive." Jinu blinked.
"May I ask why?" Gwi-Ma's voice cut through like a blade.
"You will obey without question." Bowing, Jinu floated down to join his fellow bandmates, the words still echoing in his head.
'You will be mine again, my little darkness', Gwi-Ma thought aloud, devouring another soul with relish.
Meanwhile, the Saja Boys were summoned back before they could even debrief with Jinu about what they had seen on (Y/n). Reappearing in a sea of cheering demons, they instinctively slipped back into their idol personas, smiling and waving like nothing was wrong, even as their hearts pounded.
Their forced transformation back into their demonic forms burned. Jinu appeared last, standing atop the mountain throne near Gwi-Ma's fire.
"One of the Hunters and the Angel bear my mark," Gwi-Ma repeated. "But I have no control over them." The boys exchanged uneasy glances.
"That means shame," Jinu spoke aloud. "We'll find it. Use it."
"I've taught you well," Gwi-Ma echoed again.
Before they were dismissed back to the human world, the four boys noticed Gwi-Ma whispering something to Jinu, something they weren't allowed to hear. Suspicious but unable to ask, they reappeared back at their apartment next to Huntrix Tower.
"Jinu. We need to talk. Now." Romance said in a serious tone.
They spread out in their shared living room. Abby lay dramatically on the couch while Romance claimed a corner. Baby scrolled through his new newly accquired phone from the floor, and Mystery sat perched on the couch arm, chewing his lip. Jinu stood before them, arms crossed.
"We need to find out what their shame is. That Hunter, and the Angel. To do that, we need to get close to them, gain their trust."
"You've already interacted with the Hunter," Romance noted. "He might be more open with you."
"But the Angel hasn't really interacted with any of us," Baby added, trying to sound neutral. No one wanted to admit that they all wanted to see you again, thier pride getting the best of them.
"I carried her," Romance smirked smugly, flicking his hair.
"She flirted with me," Abby said quickly, nudging Romance. "And was definitely eyeing me." Fully knowing that wasn't the case.
"I won the spicy challenge," Baby added. "And I will be doing a collab with her in her new single."
Mystery wanted to chime in too, but knowing himself being around her, it probably won't go over so well. Jinu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance of the others argument.
"Fine. You can all try. Just don't overwhelm her. It'll look suspicious how we're all targeting her."
But before Jinu could walk away, Romance said something that caught everyone's attendtion.
"What did Gwi-Ma say to you that it wasn't important for everyone back in the demon realm to hear."
"He wanted her to be brought to him... Alive" Jinu said still facing his back towards the four.
"Her, as in..."
"The Angel." Silence follows. As each boy sat in thought of why Gwi-Ma would want her.
Then, without telling the others, Jinu walked towrads a near by table scribbled a private message on a cute stationary for Derpy and Sussie to deliver to both the Hunter and (Y/n), slipping into smoke as he left before informing the boys to behave.
"I'm heading out."
Back at Huntrix Tower, (Y/n) returned with the boys. After dropping her off, the Hunters retreated to change. But as they came out in their loungewear, they found (Y/n) in ruffled white pajamas, setting out first aid.
"(Y/n)!"
"Are you okay!?"
"They touched you, didn't they!?"
"I'm fine," she laughed, gently deflecting their panic. "Now let me patch you guys up."
Thankfully, they bought your explanation that you lost the other Saja boys due to Gwi Ma summoning them back rather than telling the truth. They relaxed, but their protective instincts lingered. All of them noticing the distant red and pink cracks slowly spreading across the Honmoon visible outside the window.
"How do we go from gold to this?" The boys with (Y/n) stood at the window, looking at the red and pink corrupting the Honmoon as (Y/n) put the first aid supplies away and moved to the kitchen. (Y/n) glanced at them with furrowed brows as you got out the ingredients for beef kimbap.
"Look at all the weak spots. We've never seen the Honmoon like this before." Zane is worried about the effects of the Honmoon's condition.
"Gwi-Ma must know we're so close to sealing it for good."
"So he sends a demon boy band?"
"Well, it's working."
"Don't worry. I'm sure 'Soda Pop' is just a fad. These demon boys will be old news by next week. You'll see" Zane trying to look at the brighter side of things. Then the elevator came up with Bobby,
"Boys? (Y/n)?" Bobby burst in, panicked. The boys whipped out their compacts to aggressively cover the wounds on their faces and turned to greet him, "Hey Bobby!"
(Y/n) hid the first aid supplies in one of the cupboards as you laughed since she couldn't help but find it amusing how well trained they were by now in covering up scrapes and bruises from their hunting.
"It's a lot more serious than I thought. The Saja boys have gone completely viral after that variety show." Bobby said worriedly while continuously swiping on his phone to see various edits of the Saja Boys. "They even have their own fandom."
"Join the Pride"
(Y/n) could hear Bobby swiping through social media, and couldn't help the way your shoulders bounced as the chorus of Soda Pop played on a loop. While both Zane and Bobby also couldn't help it as well.
"Zane!"
"Bobby! Control those shoulders!"
(Y/n) froze awkwardly, at least they hadn't caught you bopping to the song. (Y/n) then focused on making the kimbap a little more aggressively, not only for herself but for the boys, and some for Bobby to take home.
"Wow, it is catchy."
"Yeah, you're right, Zane. They're amazing, but they suck. I'm sorry. I've been glued to his tiny screen for hours. I just need to look away and... Woo! Relax, Bobby. It's just social media numbers. Not the end of the world." Bobby talks to himself to relax by seeing the perfect view from the tower but ironically for the boys it may be the end of the world as the red and pink cracks reflect back to them by the window.
"This is the battle for hearts and minds. A battle for the fans. And what's the biggest battlefield of them all?" Rumi said in his determined leader voice.
"The Idol Awards." "State fair?" They agreed. A diss track would be their counterattack.
"That's right. We have to crush that stage. Be better than we've ever been with the show to end the Saja Boys for good and then (Y/n) can give the final blow to end all of it."
(Y/n) not liking how Rumi was wording everything but when Rumi started plotting something there's nothing that can stop him from following it to the end. So, an aggressive diss track to perform at the International Idol Awards was the answer.
"Zoey, we're gonna need a new song!"
"I got twenty-three notebooks full of demon insults ready to go."
"Yeah! Let's make it thirty notebooks!" Bobby the ever supportive manager to the boys.
"Mira, the choreography?"
"Yup. Making them hotter."
"Backup dancers, ready to go."
"(Y/n), be ready with your new single as you will perform it live in the Idol Awards as the final blow." (Y/n) looked up from the kitchen counter and gave a strained smile at the sudden call of your name, Which none of the boys noticed due to being too determined with what Rumi got planned.
"Okay. I just need to schedule the film for the music video and release it before the Idol Awards."
"Already emailing the staff and scheduling the venue. Anything for (Y/n)'s new song!"
"We'll write a brand new song. A diss track to expose those Saja Boys."
"And send those disgusting demons back to the depths where they belong!" (Y/n) bit back a grimace as the boys started raging enthusiastically, not used to seeing them revved up.
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
"YeaHHH!"
"YeahHHH!"
"..."
"YEAHHH!!"
"We're gonna kick their butts!" Then the boys ran off to their rooms to get started or rest or something... (Y/n) sighed, carrying both the plate and a pack of finished kimbap rolls over to stand next to Bobby to stare flatly after them.
"That's my boy! Not sure about this whole demon thing. They seem nice, but loving the energy!" Well, more for her. (Y/n) held out the packed food to Bobby, "Here, Bobby, something for you to eat at home."
"Oh, thanks (Y/n)! I'll contact you about the filming schedule." Bobby said before leaving the tower and going home.
Later,
Rumi, inside of his bedroom after that eventful hyping to make a new song had forgotten that (Y/n) was still out there making them food but was too determined in his plan in destroying the demons. Saw the box full of tonics and grabbed one.
"Okay, tonics. Let's do this. What?" But before Rumi could consume the tonics, he could see the upper right corner was loose and pulled it off to see grape juice.
"Zane." Groans in annoyance for getting scammed. But then saw the handkerchief that Jinu tied in his arms a while ago and thought about (Y/n) hugging him to cover the patterns, her warmth. His thoughts spiraled.
"A Hunter who's part demon?"
Suddenly a bird tweeted from his balcony, which caught his attention, and he went outside to investigate it. "Is that a bird wearing a tiny hat?"
"What?" Three eyes blinked open. It shrieked. The bird then grumbles and walks forward before stopping at a reasonable distance in front of the mini garden Rumi had near his room. In the dark, a pair of large eyes opened that made Rumi gasp in surprise and summon his sword for protection.
Low growls could be heard until the unknown creature walked forward into the light. It was a blue demonic tiger walking towards Rumi until it bumped into a potted plant, making it fall over. Which caught the tiger's attention, and he tried to stand the pot once again in his right position, only to fall again. The tiger tried again to make it stand, the pot almost standing upright only to fall once again. Rumi had lowered his guard for a bit to look at the bird beside him, who squawks annoyedly like this was another typical thing that the tiger does.
Rumi, chuckled having had enough watching the silly tiger doing what he does, went near the tiger and helped set the plant right. The tiger, seeing the plant back at its position , then looked at Rumi and walked towards him only to bump into the plant once again. Rumi chuckled as the bird sighed in exhaustion.
"No. No, really. It's okay. Just leave it." Rumi convinced the tiger to stop its fixation on the plant. The tiger's left eye looked at Rumi while its right eye was still looking at the plant before it looked at Rumi.
"What are you?" Rumi asked the tiger and answered with his tongue out with a letter in the middle which was spit out by the tiger.
"Hello, friend." Rumi, a bit disgusted by the spit, took the letter and opened it. "Wanna meet?" It said with Jinu's name stamp in red at the bottom right corner.
"Jinu? Ji- Jinu? Oh! Meet you? I'm not gonna meet you. Who do you think you -" Rumi scoffs in disbelief and before he could finish his sentence. The bird flew which surprised him and sat on top of the tiger. As the floor below the tiger glowed and both animals disappeared while the tiger kept looking at the direction of the fallen plant.
Rumi looked around for both animals only to see them below the tower in the middle of the road, looking back at him before walking towards a direction indicating for Rumi to follow them.
"Okay, Jinu. Let's meet." Rumi smirked as he crushed the letter in his hand before following the two demonic animals to a quiet traditional neighborhood. The tiger stopped at an alleyway to look back to Rumi if he followed them before teleporting away using a portal open on a statue.
Rumi looked around for any clues until he saw a figure on top of the roof of a building in front of him. Rumi used his training to manoeuvre around until he got on top of the roof behind Jinu, summoning his sword and dash towards Jinu to cut off his head. Only to see that it was a mannequin dressed like Jinu.
"What?"
"Wow. I wasn't expecting a hug, but - -" Jinu appearing behind the fallen mannequin yells in surprise as Rumi charged at him with his sword. "Jezz, okay, okay."
"Calm down. I thought the mannequin was gonna be a fun icebreaker. But I see I was wrong." Jinu said was dodging Rumi's attacks.
"Whoa! Hey! I just wanna talk."
"Talk?" Rumi said in confusion at the absurdity of what Jinu is proposing.
"About your patterns? But first, I wanna talk about these pants." Jinu raised both of his hands for defense before pointing down at Rumi's pyjama pants.
"Hm?" Rumi then also looked down at the pants he was wearing.
"Teddy bears and choo- choo trains? Really?" Rumi then looked back up at Jinu who was making gestures like what one does to make the train horns.
"Choo-choo."
"(Y/n), gave these to me for my birthday. And you were supposed to be dead by now!"
"Whoa. Hey! I could've told your friends what you are. But I didn't, did I? Because they don't know." Rumi gasped at how easy it was for the demon in front of him to know about his secret.
"Ah, I did guess right. A demon boy. Also a Hunter. Hiding, walking around free in the human world." As the two male walked on the roof of a squared building in circles.
"Just Hunter, not demon."
"Then how'd you get the patterns?"
"That's none of your business."
"Huh? I know what it feels like to have them."
"Feel? You're a demon. Demons don't feel anything."
"Is that what you think? That's all demons do. Feel. Feel our shame, our misery. It's how Gwi-Ma controls us. Do you not hear him in your era?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Huh. You're lucky. I'll never forget the first time I heard him. That was 400 years ago." Jinu said while looking at both of his hands free from any patterns. Before remembering his past self.
"My family was extremely poor and miserable. I had a single possession to my name. An old bipa. So I busked the streets, but it didn't get me anywhere. I was desperate. We were starving." Jinu's memories of both his mother and little sister in dirty outfits, coughing, and starving in an old abandoned house. Jinu also did not look good but pushed through it to help his family as the eldest male, he had the duty to care for them, to provide for them.
"Then, I heard him."
"You can't do anything for your family. You're not good enough for them. But I can help you be good enough." Jinu, who looked into a puddle and was then surrounded by fiery red flames was coerced by the demon king.
"Overnight, my fate was changed. I was praised for my voice. Even by the king himself. My family and I lived on the palace grounds. Our bullies were finally full, our clothes clean. We were happy." Jinu was welcomed into the place where fortune and fame was given to him. His mother and sister were dressed in clean clothing and eating happily.
"But the patterns, they kept spreading until they consumed me. And I was condemned to the demon world. Prisoner of Gwi-Ma for all eternity. My family lost everything and without me, they were even worse off than before." Jinu with his patterns visible for everyone to see was sentenced and cast out of the palace and his family thrown out while Jinu was welcomed into the demon world by the other demons and Gwi-Ma under a life full of misery.
"Every day since, I've been haunted by the memory of failing them." Jinu looked at his hands once free now full of glowing patterns.
"You left them, left them behind. Failed them." Gwi-Ma whispered into his ear as Jinu is the only one to hear it.
"These are a constant reminder of my shame. A shame I can never escape." Jinu said before walking towards Rumi and looking him in the eyes before touching his collar as Rumi's own patterns lit up.
"Yours are a reminder too. Of a shame of your own."
"You don't know me."
"You know you can tell me. I'll understand. I'm the only one who can." Jinu tried to convince Rumi to trust him so that he could break him in the future but failed as Rumi raised his sword at Jinu's throat as he backed away.
"I'm nothing like you."
"Denial. I get it. I was once there too. I'll be here when you're done pretending. Until next time."
"There won't be a next time." As Rumi tried to strike down Jinu. Only for Jinu to disappear in smoke. Rumi groans in frustration for not killing him when he had the opportunity. As Rumi began his walk back toward the tower, what he didn't know was that Jinu had teleported outside of (Y/n) balcony to also talk with her.
Meanwhile, (Y/n) wrapped up the rest of the rolls except for one, taking it with you. She paused at Rumi's door, raising her hand to knock but hesitated. (Y/n) wanted to tell Rumi about her own pattern. Then there's also the Saja boys knowing as well, it was a threat to her cause it would mean He knows about her. (Y/n) needs to have a talk with them.
So (Y/n) lowered her hand and went to her floor then to her room. (Y/n) shut the door behind her, almost screaming in surprise when a large demonic blue tiger with giant eyes staring at her and a demonic three eyed bird with a hat sitting on top of the tiger.
As the tiger slowly walked towards (Y/n), it bumped into her trash can making it fall over. This caused the tiger to pause and slowly looked at the fallen trash can and tried to make it stand back up again only to fail and tried again only to fall again.
(Y/n), no longer scared of the animals in front of her due to the cute silliness of the blue tiger and the dramatic sigh of the bird. Quietly laughed as she went closer to help the tiger with her trash can.
"It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to do that. I'll do it for you." (Y/n) Said fixing the trash can back to its proper place before petting the tiger, who purred in satisfaction of the affection he was getting.
"Aren't you a handsome bird." (Y/n) Smiled at the bird who looked at her curiously as she pet's him as well and the bird liked it by nuzzling into her hands while the tiger nuzzled his head to her which pushed her onto the ground and the tiger laid on her. This caused (Y/n) to laugh so sweetly that the mysterious male in her room chuckled.
This caught (Y/n) as she quickly stood up and summoned a ball of light ready to throw it to the mysterious male.
"Whoa! Whoa! I came in peace." Jinu walked out from the shadows of the corner of her room into the light. Holding up his hands to show surrender.
"Sorry. Sorry, I just wanted to chat with you."
(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him if the others knew about your pattern and told him then it would be correct to assume that Jinu also knows. "About what?" You asked, on guard.
"Your pattern." There it is. "You're part demon, despite being an Angel."
"So what?" You said defensively, (Y/n)'s right hand touched her stomach even though she knew her skin was covered.
"I was curious," He admitted openly, brushing some hair out of his face as he leaned back against the wall of her room. "You don't hear him, do you?"
"No. I don't. So why do you care?" What Jinu didn't notice was how (Y/n) already knew who he was talking about.
He looked at you obviously, "Gwi Ma. You didn't make a deal with him? All demons hear his voice, constantly reminding them of their shame."
(Y/n) loosened from her defensive pose and lowered her left hand causing the ball of light to disappear, surprised by the vulnerable look on his face. He didn't seem to want to hurt (Y/n), so she relaxed and sat on her vanity chair, keeping her distance for now from Jinu.
"Shame?" (Y/n) asked curiously with her eyes narrowed.
Jinu looked at you, analyzing you, "It's all demons do, feel their shame and all the emotions that come with it. These patterns," He held up his arm, his patterns glowing as he did. "They show that each demon carries a deep shame with them."
Then he was in front of you, taking your hand in his as you gasped softly. (Y/n)'s own pattern started glowing through her clothes, "You do too, sweetheart."
(Y/n) grip tightened on his hand. (Y/n) looked down to the side as your heart squeezed painfully. Thinking about her past, on what she did and what she failed to do.
"Jinu. Would you promise me, you and the rest of the Saja boys won't tell the others, right? I'm not ready yet, but, I want to be the one to tell Rumi and the others." (Y/n) hesitantly asked through stumbling her words.
(Y/n) couldn't help but think of all the moments she wanted to share the secret with her boys, Rumi, Miro, and Zane. (Y/n) wanted to go to the beach with them. (Y/n) wants to be able to wear her skin comfortably instead of being reminded of her past sins carved into he soul. But (Y/n) was afraid that the boys wouldn't accept her and that they might even try to kill her. She was afriad of not being accepted for who she is.
Jinu scanned your face, his look softening as he brushed a bit of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. "I don't know about the others, but I won't tell. I mean to get Derpy and Sussie to like you with seconds which is unlike them is amazing. You're amazing. "
(Y/n) couldn't help but relax at the reassurance, her face warmer at his touch. Maybe the Saja boys really weren't evil, they were so human with how they interacted with each... With her. (Y/n) then looked away, "You should go before Rumi and the others come looking for me."
Jinu couldn't help but chuckle softly at your shy demeanor. How cute... It's like the first time (Y/n) met all over again, how cute and bashful she was when the five of them flirted with her during their performance. And how jealous the Hunters were with their actions. "Of course."
As Derpy and Sussie asked for one last pet's from (Y/n), Jinu couldn't help but feel warm inside like something you would feel for a significant other, it felt domestic. But Jinu snap out of it knowing that (Y/n) was just a means to an end for his goal.
"Good night, (Y/n). Sweet Dreams." Jinu said to (Y/n) as his companions got to his side but before Jinu could disappear (Y/n) wanted to say something she couldn't before.
"Jinu, thank you for saving me back at the station. I really appreciate it." (Y/n) Said smiling cutely at him. Jinu smirked handsomely at her and nodded his head at her.
"No, problem. I saw a pretty lady in distress. It was gentlemanly to do." Jinu hopped up to the railing of your balcony, stopping to look over his shoulder at you, "Oh. You should know that the others wants to see you again. So, be ready to be sick of us always wanting to be around you."
He smiled slyly before jumping and disappearing in a poof of demonic smoke. As the two animals also disappear into their blue portal. "Wait, what!?"
(Y/n) fixing herself before she got a text from Miro saying that they were in their home studio thinking of lyrics for their new song. But she texted back saying that she was tired and needed sleep for a full day of shooting tomorrow.
Later, (Y/n) curled up in bed, the kimbap untouched as she couldn't find the appetite for it anymore with everything that's going on. She thought of everything, the patterns, the secrets, the boys...
AN: I hope you guys enjoy this. This is an idea that I have had for a very long while, and I absolutely adore it! Also fair warning I apologize that the reader is described as a female.
Premise: Many years ago Jinu had a lover. One from a life that has long since passed. You had passed away, but your soul lived on in every life time. Now he has found you again, but he is far from the man that you once knew.
A long time ago the world itself was far different than the one that we know now. A time when not much was known about demons. In that world there was a human.
His name was Jinu.
He was a sweet boy, but he was cursed with that harsh realities of life. He and his family were poor. The boy longed to provide for his family. All in the hopes that their bellies may be fed and their bodies be warm. The boy had tried everything that he knew. The poor thing was as desperate as they came.
One day a voice spoke within the confines of his mind. However, this voice was not his own. This voice spoke to him and offered him everything that he had been longing for and more. Everything he could ever want could be his. All for a price.
Jinu was desperate, so desperate in fact that he had not thought twice before accepting the voice's offer.
What the voice had given him was something that he had not expected.
It gave him a voice unlike any other. This voice paired with the ability he already possessed to play the Bipa, allowed him to earn money easily. Easier than he could've ever dreamed. He was finally able to give his family the life that they deserved.
However, as it always was in human nature people flocked to the talent that the boy possessed. The music he was able to produced was unlike any that they had heard. It was only natural that these people offered him a place among the finest to share the talents that he had. He was seen as one of the finer members of their society. Jinu above things was only human, so he agreed without a second thought. He did not see his family when he did so. No, he saw the status and the greed. Without a second thought in his mind the young boy accepted.
So that is where he went.
For a long time he would perform for those of higher status, and as a result he was able to live a life of luxury that he had only dreamed of.
Many women had said compliments of all kind to him over the time that he had lived his life. Even more so now that he had joined the higher class. All of them thankless compliments, or even unsavory comments.
But then along came you.
You were far different. A female of higher status, yes. But you were kind and loving in ways that he was unused to. You would give to those below you. Your smile was warmer than the very sun. You would come and talk to him for hours on end. These talks didn't consist of what he thought. You just genuinely cared about others about him. You asked not about his voice, or what he could play for you. No, you asked about him. Plain and simple. Who he was, and such.
Somehow the days you both spent talking turned into weeks and then months.
He had grown to adore the talks that the both of you had.
You would take him away from the duties that he had merely so that you could talk to him in private. All so that you could enjoy each other's company.
Before Jinu had realized it a romance had beautifully blossomed.
The love between the two of you was warm. Far warmer than any fire, or blanket. The love in which he held for you rivaled the one that man had for the very sun. In your way you were the sun. His sun.
Jinu had long since forgotten the deal that he had made long ago.
The times that he spent with you were the happiest of his entire life.
But, life had a way of bringing back up the past. This couldn't have been more true, for when the voices started.
Voices that would yell and scream in his mind. Over time yelling louder and louder. The voices seemed to only get worse and worse. They filled him with a sense of dread and despair that spread throughout his entire body.
Through all of that he could live with the voices. With the dread and the despair. He had the luxury he had longed for, and he had you.
That was all he ever needed.
Until, he didn't have you anymore.
You had gotten sick. So sick in fact that Death himself was days away it seemed from knocking on your door. You would be dead within a month if not sooner.
Jinu was heartbroken Devasted even. He hadn't known love until he had met you. You made his life and soul whole. If he were to lose you it would be like losing a part of himself.
So he prayed, pleaded, and begged to any God that would listen to him. Save you please. Don't take you from him. Don't take his sun.
Then a voice spoke in his mind. A voice he had remembered from a time that seemed like eons ago. Somehow, he remembered the voice. The voice offered him a lifeline.
You would die, but your soul would persevere, and move on to the next lifetime. This cycle would continue for eternity.
In return for this gift Jinu would become something he had only heard stories of. A demon.
His soul would be chained and tortured for Gwi-Ma's benefit. Forever.
The hesitation he held was on that lasted only briefly. He thought about the pain and suffering that you have endured. Without another thought on the matter he agreed.
The transition happened quicker than he thought it would, but it was no less painful. His humanity was gone. Never to be seen again.
However, like Gwi-Ma had said you did indeed die, but your soul had lived on. For many centuries over and over you lived many lifetimes, all in which your soul survived.
Jinu had saw you again, but it was every fiber of what was left of his heart that he hoped you were happy.
His past was something that he had not liked to think about often. His past was not one he thought of when he proposed the idea of a demon boy band to Gwi-Ma. It was by sheer luck that Gwi-Ma had agreed at all.
The plan unfolded exactly as he predicted it to. They were loved all around. The Saja Boys were a hit unlike any other.
Jinu in his long existence as a demon considered himself unable to feel any emotions anymore. Such things were from a time long since passed.
He was proven wrong when he saw a face he never thought he would see again. A face that might as well been a ghost. The soul of the poor individual that he was stealing from was long forgotten.
Surely it could not have been you. Right?
Against every part of him that said otherwise he followed you. Whatever was left of his heart gave a traitorous thump against his ribcage when he heard you speak.
It really was you. After all this time.
He wanted to hug, kiss, and hold you. He had missed you so much. You looked the exact same as you did so long ago.
But his world came crashing down when the realization hit him. He was far different than he used to be. A monster among men. The marks covering his skin were a testament to that.
Besides, it wasn't like your soul would have remembered him anyhow. But oh how he longed to see you smile again. To hear you laugh. To feel your warmth.
He knew he had a job he was supposed to do, but that small part of him that was still human that longed to see you again said otherwise.
hi!! this is my first time requesting 😅 for kpop dh, i was thinking about a love triangle between reader, jinu and rumi. basically jinu and reader have a thing for each other?? and then rumi just came in the picture 😓💔 idk forgive me i cant think of anything 😭 my reader self just wants a lot of angst !!! 🙏 TYSM!!
(K-pop Demon Hunters AU vibe)
Jinu x Reader x Rumi
The first time you realized something was wrong was when Jinu stopped finishing your sentences. It used to be a little game between you.
You’d start humming a melody while leaning over the studio console and Jinu would slide in beside you, adding the harmony like it had always belonged there. Your fingers would brush on the keyboard, both of you pretending not to notice.
It wasn’t official. But it was something. Everyone could see it. Everyone except, apparently, Rumi. Or maybe she saw it too well.
You noticed the change slowly. Jinu started laughing more when she was around. At first you didn’t mind. Rumi was bright and warm, the kind of person who filled a room with light. She teased Jinu in ways you never dared to, bumping his shoulder, stealing his headphones, leaning close when she talked.
You told yourself it was nothing. But then one night in the practice room, everything cracked. You had come back to grab your jacket. The lights were dim. Music was still playing faintly from the speakers and Jinu was standing there with Rumi.
Too close. Your hand froze on the door handle when you heard her voice.
“You look at them differently,” Rumi said quietly.
Jinu rubbed the back of his neck. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
Silence stretched between them. Your heart was already pounding. Then Jinu sighed.
“…It’s complicated.”
The words hit harder than anything else. Rumi tilted her head.
“Is it?” she asked gently. “Or are you just scared to admit you like them?”
Your breath caught. For a moment you thought he’d say your name. Instead, Jinu laughed softly, the kind of laugh that meant he was cornered.
“You’re reading too much into it.”
“Oh?” Rumi stepped closer.
“You don’t stare at people like that unless you care.”
Your fingers tightened around the door. You should leave. But your feet wouldn’t move. Then Jinu said something that made your chest twist.
“…Even if I did,” he murmured, “it wouldn’t matter.”
Your heart dropped.
Rumi frowned. “Why not?”
Jinu hesitated and in that tiny pause, you felt everything shatter. Because when he finally answered, his voice was quiet.
“…Because things change.”
Silence. Rumi searched his face.
“Do they?” she asked softly.
Jinu didn’t answer. But he didn’t step away from her either and that told you everything. Your chest felt hollow. You finally pushed the door open. Both of them jumped.
“Sorry,” you said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Jinu’s expression immediately shifted.
“Hey— I thought you went home.”
“Forgot my jacket,” you said lightly.
You grabbed it from the chair. Rumi looked between the two of you, something unreadable in her gaze. Jinu took a step toward you.
“Wait, I—”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said quickly.
Your voice stayed steady. You were proud of that. Because the second you turned around and left the room, the hallway lights blurred through the tears in your eyes. Behind you, Jinu didn’t follow and somehow that hurt the most.
reader’s pronouns are he/him; race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used.
summary:
Twitter
kingjinu
JINU SPOTTED AT THE NY FASHION SHOW,,, I’M SCREAMING
[jinufashion.jpg: A few pictures of Jinu sitting at the front row on one edge of the runway, one leg crossed over the other as he looks ahead in interest.]
The Saja Boys’ global rise to fame almost seems to happen overnight. The music video for their first single, Soda Pop, is catchy and attention-grabbing, with colorful visuals and fun choreography. The song quickly dominates the charts, with millions of streams earned over mere days.
All the group really needs, according to the fans, is a designer or better stylist.
...Enter you.
word count: 9.8k| ao3 version (recommended for better formatting)
author’s notes: This has been rotting in my drafts for so long, omg. Ugh. Like, fly free, you stupid thing.
This is Jinu/Reader focused. The reader’s pronouns are he/him and his stylist name is Phantom; otherwise, no physical descriptors are used and race is ambiguous. I do my best to avoid naming the reader in my fics, but it was kind of necessary for this one. Plus, it’s a stage name anyway.
This will be canon divergent and non-compliant. No warnings I can think of, aside from allusions to the movie.
YouTube
sajaboys
Saja Boys (사자 보이즈) Soda Pop - Official MV
Most recent comments:
robabyshipper: who’s in class rn
→ abbyshowabs: me
→ mysteryabbyagenda: meeeee
→ babypancakez: me me me meeeee
jinutoyou: guys… am i allowed to say something
→ maamchloeee: the outfits ?
→ abbyshowabs: girl YES thank you… they’re awful 😭
sajaboys2783924: stan saja boys!! 🥤🎉
pastelbarbie: let’s get this to 20m streams, guys!!!
→ mylilsodapopop: we’re more than halfway there and it’s only been a few days. WE GOT THIS.
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Twitter
Trending
Saja Boys
Related tags: SodaPop, SodaFlop
thekoreatimes
K-Pop rookie Saja Boys rack up 25M Spotify streams on new single [link]
→ user29181: in less than two weeks is insane for a new group
→ kingkeonhee: wait ok where did these guys come from lol (and why is the song kinda catchy…)
→ ghostfacesgf: Soda Pop is all over my fyp
→ delululemon: i love them and im not sorry abt it
→ swimmingwithdafishes: they’re gonna make it big, i have a feeling. like really big. the song’s huge in the U.S. and South America rn too
sajaboys
Soda Pop (사자 보이즈) is out now!
Most recent comments:
stephenstrangely: y’all are gonna be so popular and i can’t wait
→ user91758: literally… WE WERE HEREEEE
zoeywatersmycrops: i’m too busy with huntrix… huntrix keeps me too busy… busy… saja…
→ packinmybags: but that’s why bisexuality exists
→ zoeywatersmycrops: ur so right actually
lunaluvs: SAJA BOYS 🦁💜
boiyoubetter: it’s pride month and not just for the gays 😏🏳️🌈🦁💜
→ inthapride: omg true it’s double pride month atp
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Twitter
Trending
Saja Boys
Related tags: SodaPop, SodaFlop
babyabby9
lmfao i can’t believe #SodaFlop is a tag. y’all are funny.
→ househusbandw.othehouse: my little soda pop my little soda poppp
→ abbysrightpec: i have a feeling the tag was started by antis lol
→ babyabby9: ohhh i didn’t realize that. makes sense ig :(
ergocoffeeb1tch
#SodaPop sang this in my dreams last night supposedly (sorry, wifey)
→ ergofcku: sigh, i’ll allow it wifey
babysbonedrypacifier
the only #SodaFlop about #SodaPop is the outfits
→ sjbysaao: yeah i think that’s what the tag is for tbh
→ s4j4b0y3: they’re so bad… looks like the easter bunny threw up all over them
→ mysterythevisual: plsssss 💀
→ sportsboy178: ur username is crazy 😭
→ babysbonedrypacifier: tyyy <3
→ sportsboy178: wasn’t a compliment tbh but yw
abbysleftpec
#SajaBoys new stylist when???
→ mandywritesgarbage: do they even have one??? looks like they just raided an H&M
→ tralalaskippingsong: what H&M has clothing without stupid taglines??? where r u ???? can i come???
→ abbysrightpec: LOLLL u right (also changed my user so we’re matching bestie)
→ abbysleftpec: reunited and it feels so gooood
hannigrams: you forgot style
→ hazbinahater: that was the point
→ hannigrams: oh LMFAOOOO
gwimarmalade
when are you going to feed us some good fucking food #SodaFlop
→ cabbytats: i mean they can look good in anything but damn 💀💀
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Trending
Met Gala
Related tags: Sung-Min
vogue
Sung-Min has arrived! ✨#MetGala[sungmin.jpg: A photo of the popular actor known by the moniker Sung-Min. He’s wearing a white-cream double-breasted suit that extends into a cape at the back, the fabric flowing down his shoulders, and wide black trousers. There’s a black flower-like decoration on the left lapel of the suit, and Sung-Min wears smokey eye shadow and green contacts.]
→ sumgninluvr: ARF ARFARF ARF RUH RUHRU ARF ARF
→ kpoppiephz: GIVE ME A CHANCE SIR PLEASEEEEE
→ user017952: omfg this outfit eats
g1rlfa1lure
SUNG-MINNNN SIRRRRRR
[sungminsmile.jpg: A candid photo of Sung-Min smiling on the red carpet.]
→ minsbeingsung: bro the designer/stylist did him so well holy shit
rahtahtahtah
Who, who, WHO is sung-min’s stylist and how can i put him in my pocket #MetGala
flatlinedflop
the #MetGala is my favorite time of year because i get to tell people about Phantom
→ lollipoppedoff: who is phantom
→ flatlinedflop: oh do i have something for you. pull up a chair, friend
scurvy
New video out now!! 👇👇
[metgala.yt: A YouTube video with the title ‘Phantom: The Hidden Gem of the Met Gala’ with a thumbnail of the commentator with their eyes wide, overlaid on a snapshot of Sung-Min’s recent look.]
→ user88811: my favorite youtuber talking abt my favorite designer??? PINCH ME I MUST BE DREAMING 😩😩😩
→ scurvyoranged: SCURVYYY thank god i was waiting for a vid from u abt this
→ orangeinstory: i may have to stan this phantom guy lowkey
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Twitter
vogue
You asked, we answered. Learn more about Phantom, the up-and-coming designer whose work has taken the entertainment industry by storm! [link]
Comments:
phatazzz: the audacity to call him an up-and-coming designer 🤦
→ wolvpool4eva: RIGHT he’s been in the game for years, y’all just hate to give queer artists credit🙄
→ phatazzz: EXACTLYYY
kingkongkinggg: my boy finally getting some credit!!!
→ thurtytuwo: ok let’s not get too parasocial
→ user45111: no. get more parasocial. always.
→ kingkonginggg: feels like i have the angel on one shoulder and the devil on another lol
chchchcherry: ooooh the callout to upcoming projects…. i’m excited
→ trippedandstillserved: praying it’s another k-pop group, he always knows how to treat em 😩
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Twitter
kingjinu
JINU SPOTTED AT THE NY FASHION SHOW,,, I’M SCREAMING
[jinufashion.jpg: A few pictures of Jinu sitting at the front row on one edge of the runway, one leg crossed over the other as he looks ahead in interest.]
Comments:
abbyshowabs: why was he even there???
→ kingjinu: for funsies, i guess!
→ babygotpancakes: isn’t that one designer in it?the one who styled sung-min for the met gala? I think he’s worked with kpop groups before too, maybe he was scouting him out or something
→ floptropica: i mean, i think that’s the agency’s job. maybe he just wanted to see. or he’s there for someone else, or he just likes fashion, idfk.
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Instagram
jinu
Great show. @phantom
[runwaypic.jpg: A picture of the runway.]
Most recent comments:
demoniajinuu: it’s nice that he’s tagging the designer
pinterestbfaesthetic: did he really use the caption to shoot his shot 😭
→ onmyputer584: i mean yeah
→ marksinsonoccasion: THAT SHOULD BE MEEEEE
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Instagram
You | phantom
thank you!
[bow.mp4: A short clip of you bowing at the end of the runway, as models wearing your work walk past and audience members applaud you enthusiastically.]
Most recent comments:
xxevelynxx: thank YOU sir
trishamartelle: where was jinu sitting
→ freighttrainfall: uhhh it’s not in this pic i don’t think
→ trishamartelle: god dammit
→ freighttrainfall: lmfaooo
phantamsagore: killed it as always 🤘🤘
skiingenthusiast: i want the lavender outfit PLSSSSS
→ user19716: yeah i’m sure he’ll give a random fan a thousand dollar outfit
→ skiingenthusiast: stfu have some whimsy
→ user19716: my b i had a shit day
→ skiingenthusiast: aw hope it gets better
→ user19716: aw ty, ur too nice. sorry again, hope u have a good day too
→ trixiesbleachedwig: i love the internet sometimes
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YouTubesajaboys
Saja Boys (사자 보이즈) - Your Idol - Official MV
Most recent comments:
sajatrixxx: who’s the stylist and does he have venmo
→ demonboyjinu: LOLLL
→ mysteryabbyagenda: he ATE
→ romancesu: assuming he’s a man???
→ mysteryabbyagenda: nah his name’s listed in the caption
→ romancesu: ah my b!
→ mysteryabbyagenda: np
s4j4b0y3: FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD
keepinuobsessed9: the boys look so goodddd 😭 this is all we wanted for them
user0120975: play me on repeat 끝없이 in your headddd
→ jinjinjniuuuu: anytime it hurts play another verse
→ kingromance3: i can be your sanctuaryyyyyy
gruhhhh: YOOO IT’S PHANTOM I FUCKING KNEW ITTTTTT
→ user94726: fellow phantom stan spotted!!
mothermothermother: yeah yeah the song is amazing but KEEP THE DESIGNER/STYLIST/wHOeVer the FUCK
→ love2deathx: FRRRRRR
→ phantasma: his name’s phantom! he has some great work :3 you may know him from Sung-Min’s recent met gala outfit
→ mothermothermother: o sht that was him??? Purrrrrr
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Twitter
Saja Boys Watch | sjwatch
The Saja Boys are confirmed to be performing Your Idol at the Melon Music Awards!
Comments:
romancesleftfoot: OH THANK GAWD
user14071: confirmed by who tho
→ parasocialityyyy: ur mom
→ flapjacked: wow ok then
→ user14071: i don’t think she knows kpop like that unfortunately
sajajajajajja: i wonder if phantom will be designing for them again
→ arsonist13: probably? i feel like he was a large part of the aesthetics of the MV, at least when it comes to their outfits :)
→ ajassajsa: seconded
jinusolosurfaves: if jinu has an open collar again i’m blowing up the capitol
→ thorgyustay: whoa now lollll
→ abbyssoakedabs: ok hunger games
→ babysgotraps: this is why normies don’t take us seriously lol
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INTERIOR – Backstage at the Melon Music Awards.
You’re once again styling the Saja Boys, after a great reception of their most recent music video. You’re somewhat used to the chaos of the prep, with the guys flitting about as they get into hair and makeup before you’re putting the finishing touches on their outfits. Once you’re finished, you leave them to their final preparations.
As you’re heading down the hall, you occasionally pass a few artists or backstage crew members. As you turn the corner, you nearly crash into a few familiar figures. You recognize them instantly: Zoey, Mira, and Rumi from Huntr/x. You like their music a lot, actually; you’ve never had the chance to work with them, though you would like to.
They’re wearing two piece white and black outfits with gold accents, evidently for their performance of their recent single, Golden. Rumi’s vibrant purple hair is braided behind her; Mira’s pink hair cascades down her back, with two small portions tied back and some strands escaping near her face; and Zoey’s black hair is arranged into two buns.
It’s kind of crazy to see Huntr/x in person like this. They’re so popular, you’ve seen them on the Internet almost countless times. They’re one of the top-ranking K-pop groups in the country right now. And this is one of the moments where you have to remember yourself, remember that even if you know of them, they don’t know you.
You
(managing to recover your wits)
Oh, uh, sorry.
Zoey
My bad!
Mira
(crossing her arms over her chest)
No, it was definitely his fault.
Rumi
(chastising)
Mira…
You
(amused)
I mean, she’s kinda right.
ZoeyWait, you look familiar!
You
Oh, well… I’m a designer.
Zoey
Holy shit, no way! I knew it.
Rumi
(blinking at her in confusion)
What?
Zoey
(excitedly)
You’re Phantom, aren’t you?
You
Uh, yeah. Why?
Mira
Dude. Bobby’s been trying to bag you for months.
Zoey elbows her in the side.
What? It’s true.
Zoey
(huffing)
Not bag him!
She turns to you.
We’ve wanted to work with you for a while. But you’re always busy!
You
Wait. Wait. What? You have?
Mira
Duh.
YouI had no idea! I mean, I know your contracts can be a nightmare, but if I’d known you guys were interested…
Rumi
We’d love to work with you sometime!
You
Yeah, that’d be great! Seriously.
Mira and Zoey exchange nods.
Rumi
I’m Rumi. This is Mira and Zoey.
Mira
‘Sup.
Zoey
Hi!
You
Nice to meet you guys.
You introduce yourself in return, trying to fight off any nervousness. You’re actually talking to Huntr/x…! Crazy.
Rumi
So, what brings you here?
You
Oh, I’m just helping the Saja Boys.
Immediately, all three of their faces fall into grimaces.
Zoey
You work with those jerks?
You
(frowning slightly)
…Yeah. Why?
Mira
Have they ever tried to take your soul?
You stare at her, waiting for a punchline. It never comes. She’s staring at you sincerely.
You
Uh. What?
Rumi
Ohohoh—kay.
(laughing awkwardly)
She’s just kidding!
Mira
(flatly)
Ha-ha.
There’s a dark look on her face as she stares at you. Rumi notices this too and grimaces, throwing a hand over her friend’s face. Mira calmly pushes it aside and continues to study you.
Rumi
(brightly)
Anyways. It’s so good to meet you—!
Suddenly the air in the room almost seems to change. Rumi’s eyes widen a bit and she takes a wary step back from you. You blink and turn slightly to find Jinu, leader of the Saja Boys, heading over to you, eyebrows furrowed.
Jinu
Everything all right here?
Rumi
(quickly)
Yeah, yeah.
Mira
(nonchalant as always)
Totally.
Zoey
(a little too fast to be genuine)
Definitely!
Jinu takes in the picture the three of them make, before turning back to you. His hand falls onto your shoulder.
Jinu
Abby ripped his shirt. And not in the normal way.
You
Oh.
The tone of Jinu’s voice suggests that this constitutes some sort of emergency, and that he expects you to fix it. You turn back to Huntr/x reluctantly.
Sorry, guys, guess I have to go. But it was great to meet you.
Rumi
You too.
Mira and Zoey echo the sentiment. Before you can speak for any longer, Jinu is turning you around and steering you down the hall. You blink and sneak a glance back at Huntr/x, only to find them immersed in serious conversation.
Jinu
What did they want?
You
Oh, nothing really.
They just introduced themselves. They were asking if I could work with them soon.
Jinu
We keep you pretty busy.
You
(frowning)
Not that busy.
Jinu
Still. Us first.
You scowl and keep quiet, not having the energy for argument.
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Twitter
snorkula
am i the only one who liked the soda pop era fits?
Comments:
seokjinuwu: yes you’re the only one
koalalala: yes
bloopydoop: yes
chicosdelsaja: yeah
hcemburnspiralperm: def
[Expand 71 more comments]
snorkula: OKAY DAMN YALL I GET IT JESUS
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INT. – Backstage before a performance, a week later. The Saja Boys are singing Your Idol live on TV. You’re making small adjustments to their outfits before they go out on stage.
You
(watching as Abby teasingly backs away from you)
Hey, get back here. I need to fix your collar.
Abby dodges you again. Eventually you lose your patience and just yank him back toward you. Abby obeys with a shit-eating grin on his face.
You
(slightly frustrated)
Stay still.
Abby
(smirking)
Yes, sir.
You just roll your eyes and make some adjustments, ensuring that uneven wrinkle on his collar is smoothed out.
Romance
(whispering to Mystery)
I’ll have what he’s having.
Mystery lets out an amused exhale. Abby hears him and grins.
You’ve long grown used to tuning them out as you work, so that’s what you do. You don’t hear these remarks, nor do you notice the mischief gleaming in Romance’s eyes as he turns to you.
Romance
Hey, I think my collar’s messed up too.
Before you can head over, Jinu is interjecting.
Jinu
It’s fine.
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INTERIOR – The dressing room at an idol variety show, a few minutes before the guys are scheduled to make an appearance. Abby, Mystery, Romance, and Baby are ready to go—and they just left the room to take a peek at the stage and set. Jinu is here with you now, as you make a few last-minute adjustments to his suit. The collar isn’t really cooperating, and you keep having to fix it every few seconds.
Eventually, you give up on trying to be unobtrusive. The occasional brush of a hand shouldn’t kill Jinu.
…At least, that’s what you think. But once you reach back and fix the collar at the nape of his neck, he flinches and fidgets a bit. You draw back and look at him expectantly, knowing he’s usually the last one to make things difficult. He has to go on with the group in a few minutes—you don’t have time for games.
Jinu
Your hands are freezing.
Oh. That makes a lot more sense. You would’ve been concerned if he were trying to make things harder for you. He’s not usually the type. As the leader of the Saja Boys, he’s typically the one to reign in everyone else’s chaos.
You
Sorry. I have health issues.
…
Actually, no, I’m not sorry. Deal with it.
Jinu looks at the wall ahead of him as you finally get his collar looking how you want it. Then you back away, tilting your head and looking at his outfit.
Jinu
…I’m sorry. I didn’t know.
You blink up at him, briefly distracted from your scrutiny.
You
It’s fine.
You crouch down and readjust the taper of his pants, focusing on one awkward bend in the ankle. Jinu seems slightly more restless than usual, as if he’s uncomfortable with your proximity. You make your quick fixes before standing back up.
There. How’s that?
Jinu looks in the mirror, begrudgingly turning and looking at himself with multiple angles.
Jinu
It’s… good.
You
You sure? I can fix it if it’s not comfortable.
Jinu
No. It’s good.
He looks at himself in the mirror for another moment, before making eye contact with you in the reflection.
Not sure how we did this without you before.
You don’t really know how to respond to that, so you shoot him a slight smile before reaching your arms over your head to stretch a bit. You can get pretty stiff when you’re fixated on your work, often ignoring muscle aches and pains.
Jinu noticeably looks away. After a moment, he breaks the silence.
Jinu
You have any siblings?
You
Uh… yeah. Why?
Jinu
Younger?
You
Yeah.
He nods as if he expected this.
Jinu
Thought as much.
You kind of have an older brother aura about you.
You
(amused)
Is that a good thing?
Jinu
Yes.
Kind of a stickler, but… responsible. Like I should’ve been.
You look over in confusion. He doesn’t give any explanation for this ominous remark, instead jumping down from the small platform and brushing his hands on his pants.
Jinu
Thanks.
He’s already heading out of the dressing room before you can respond.
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Twitter
laterskhaters
this dude did not just comment on a 5 month old post 💀
[comment.jpg: A screenshot of the comment section on your Instagram post from 5 months ago. It’s a mirror selfie; in the comments, Jinu commented: ‘Nice.’]
→ jajajaguar: come onnnn this is pathetic (THAT SHOULD BE MEEEEE)
→ babysgotback234: lolllll he’s whipped
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Instagram
huntr.x
look who we found! @phantom
[huntrx.jpg: A selfie with the idols and you. Rumi is smiling and holding the camera out in front of you all; Zoey is holding up a peace sign, her arm on your shoulder; Mira is on your other side, straight-faced as always; you’re in the middle, a smile on your face.]
Most recent comments:
rumzoemir4eva: CUTEEEEE
hunterofthetrix: waittt i love his work, pls tell me yall are gonna collab 🤞🤞
jinussajaboyz: oh jinu’s gonna HATE this
→ saja5eva: wait why
→ jinussajaboyz: we think he has a thing for phantom
→ saja5eva: fr?
→ jinussajaboyz: yesssss
→ user19798: i can see it tbh
→ flirtingwfailure: yah have u seen all the bts content??? jinu seems much more relaxed when phantom’s around, he looks at him more often, literally went to the ny fashion show just to see him, gets quiet and pissy when phantom gets attention from the others, etc etc
hntrxxxxx: MY GIRLS (and boy haha)
rbrtdispatch: this pic is so damn cuteeeeeee
You: :)
→ sajaboysforpresidents: quick quick, there are two platforms over lava. One w huntrix and one w saja boys. u can save one group and only one group w a lever. who are u saving
→ jokersdemons: this is oddly specific
→ zoeymirarumi3333: what makes u think he’d answer this question lol
→ sajatrix: i’d save both tbh
→ user11918: considering ur username is a mashup of both groups, yeah, not surprising
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Instagram
sajaboys
we had him first @phantom
[sajaphantom.jpg: A backstage photo of you sprawled on a couch, looking at something on your phone. A baseball cap hides most of your face.]
Most recent comments:
babyabby8: did he even knew this pic was taken… lmfao
jinusovergrownbangs: wait full stop he’s cuteeeee
→ phantomforpres: i mean we been knew
→ jjjinuuu: tru
huntrix: 🤨
→ sajaboys: 🤷♂️
→ plackbink: not the social media interns beefing
→ user93413: lolllll
sportsgirl179: the shade!!!
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Twitter
Trending
Phantom
Related tags: Stylist, Jinu
sajajajajajajjaja
are saja boys and huntr/x beefing over a stylist LMFAO #Phantom
→ 80085forhire: designer and yes
jinuunij
jinu definitely wrote that caption i just know it #Stylist #Jinu
→ user190573: yeah right… they have social media people for that
→ jinuunij: SO???? you really think they’d write something that personal & friendly?
→ user190573: …u right
freerealestate
OFC JINU TOOK THE FUCKING PIC #Stylist[scrnshts.jpgs: A series of screenshots of the photo Saja Boys posted of you, gradually zoomed in to reveal Jinu’s reflection in a nearby glass.]
lollipoppyplaytime: there’s no way… y’all are crazy…
→ freerealestate: call it what you want, i don’t CARE
trainindayz
who is this guy and why is he y/n #Phantom
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Weverse
Saja Boys
demon diaries, xvi.
Comments:
jinubias4L: who was jinu talking to off screen? his voice is too muffled and the subtitle doesn’t say
→ abbygimmeursweattowel: kinda sounded like he said that phantom designer guy’s name? maybe i’m tripping
→ allsajaallday: no that’s what i thought too,, not sure why he’d be at their dorm but
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Instagram
abbyhomeslice 🍰
[abbyphantom.jpg: A mirror selfie of Abby and you. His free arm is thrown around your shoulders.]
babysgotbackpain: whoaaaa phantom’s really the sixth member of the group huh
→ gorillagluegorl: literally
axeismaibuddy: i didn’t realize abby was friends with the stylist…. new ship, methinks?
→ flagrantfouls: lord pls no, not another one. i have my hands full with jinu & phantom lord PLEASE SPARE ME
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Instagram
You | phantom
thank you everyone for the bday wishes!!!!! 🖤
[bday.jpgs: A short collection of photos. The first one is a picture of a birthday cake with lit candles; the second is a selfie with you and a friend. The third is a meme of a cat staring at a cake while wearing a birthday hat.]
Most recent comments:
tjlakesss: happy belated bdayyy
craty82: happy birthday to the man who singlehandedly saved saja boys from shitty outfits!!! we love and stan you fr
flagrantfouls: HBD KING
Romance: 🎂
Baby: 🎂
Mystery: happy birthday!
Abby: HBDDDD 🤘
sajaboys: our fav stylist
→ crazyeights: even the social media intern agrees
→ sajaboys: excuse your mouth i am a full time employee (lying)
→ crazyeights: LOLLL good for u tbh
Jinu: Happy birthday.
→ floptinta: say it like u mean it
→ mrqueennn: lmaooo i didn’t want to be the one to say it
→ valentinetx: why are we always clowning him lollll
→ mrqueennn: he’s rich he can take it
→ valentinetx: factual
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Twitter
You | phantom
stop telling everyone i’m dead Jinu
Jinu: then stop showing up to rehearsal late
→ You: as if i have to be there at all
→ Jinu: 😐
→ Romance: 😐
→ Abby: 😐
→ Baby: 😐
→ Mystery: 😐
→ You: WHAT THE FUCK.
insectsareppltoo: not them fighting on twitter instead of the gc
→ user04171: right like i don’t mind getting a front seat but xD
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Instagram
You | phantom
mono
[mirror.jpg: A mirror selfie of you in a monochromatic outfit, with a somewhat bulky jacket, a slim-fitted ribbed tank top underneath, and sleek pants complete with a studded belt, platform boots, and silver jewelry.]
dreamconesteam: hi sir can i take ur order i mean uh
theeebestest: *knees wobbling* uhhh can i um. what am i here for again
→ thorgystan1: LOLLL
Abby: ur missing buttons
→ You: shut up
Romance: 🤘
→ You: <3
→ ajthedj30: wait why do i ship it
→ gresin: i hate it here
Jinu: so you do know how to dress nicely.
→ You: 🖕
→ goblinmunchin: LMFAOOO jinu u ain’t slick
→ cerealchamp: mom is this flirting
→ mamaiminlovewafag: yes son
→ cerealchamp: thanks
→ jinuikurreadingthis: very subtle jinu
→ idgafbid: lolllll
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YouTube
vanityfair
Lie Detector Test w/ Phantom!
[phantomldt.transcript:
You can be seen sitting at a table in front of a brick wall, wearing a sweater over a collared shirt, baggy pants, and platform boots. You seem to be looking at someone behind the camera as you smile self-deprecatingly.
You
I didn’t think I was this popular.
(laughing)
Cheery music plays as the Vanity Fair logo flashes over the screen, on top of a few clips of your reactions throughout the video. Then the logo fades and the screen returns to you, staring at the camera with a reluctant smile.
You
Hi. I’m Phantom. I’m a designer based in Seoul; I’ve worked with actors, singers, celebrities… Most recently, I’ve designed for Saja Boys and Huntr/x.
Photos of your work fade in and out on the screen, showcasing the breadth and variety of your work.
I guess I’m here today to take a lie detector test! Yikes. I don’t think I have anything to hide, but I’m getting nervous…
A crew worker can be seen at the edge of the screen, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around your upper arm. They then set up some small cuffs on two of your fingers (a galvanograph, supposedly) and some sort of cardio reader. They look to the administrator before disappearing.
You
Jesus, I’m terrified. Lowkey. Maybe highkey.
A dramatic spotlight is placed on you. You squint for a bit.
Interviewer
Is your designer name Phantom?
You
Yes.
Interviewer
Are you here to take a lie detector test?
You
Yes.
You look over to the administrator of the test, who is watching the polygraph. He nods. You then refocus on the camera.
Interviewer
You’ve liked fashion from a young age, right?
You
Ah, yeah! So ever since I was little, I really liked clothing. I couldn’t really articulate why at the time. I just liked feeling the textures of different clothes, I liked looking at all the different colors.
I actually am remembering now… My mom had to take me to some of her hair salon appointments, because my dad was at work. And while she got her hair dyed or touched up or whatever, I was usually left to my own devices. One Christmas, I got this… I guess it’s sort of a sketchbook? Except it had stenciled outlines for mannequins. I used to love drawing in that. Or I guess ‘coloring’ would be a more accurate word.
The administrator gives a thumbs-up.
Interviewer
What’s one fashion trend or item that you’ve never liked?
You
Ooh, that’s a good one. I’ll say… low-rise jeans. I never liked them, always thought they looked weird. Also, I feel like that’s definitely a trend that was optimized for skinny people. Low-rise pants were popular in the 2000s, and at the time, I remember beauty conventions being very strict. Of course, they still are, but you know what I mean.
Honestly, I just don’t think they look that great to begin with. There’s nothing wrong with wearing them with a sweatshirt, sweater, whatever. But when you combine low-rise jeans with a crop top, it’s way too much. I don’t want to be seeing that much of someone. Feels weird.
Interviewer
Have you ever styled for someone you didn’t like?
You
Yeah.
Interviewer
Who was it?
You
Yeah, no, not saying that.
But I will say that it was early on in my career. And, I mean, working with people you don’t like… that’s applicable to pretty much any career. You’re going to run into people you don’t vibe with, and that’s okay.
I’ve been very fortunate recently, to be able to pick and choose my clients. In the beginning, when no one knew me, I had to take what I could get. But now I get to be more selective. It’s a privilege for sure. But I like to think that I’ve worked hard for it.
Interviewer
Have you ever been told that you’re intimidating?
You
No. I don’t think so?
Administrator
(makes an uncertain face)
You
I mean, maybe? I don’t try to come off as intimidating.
Though I will say I’ve been told I have a resting scowling face. So that could be a contributor.
The administrator nods.
Interviewer
You once said that you believed fashion has a lot of room to grow. Do you think that’s still true?
You
Oh, absolutely.
Administrator
True.
You
Fashion reflects social norms. For a long time, people with paler skin, thin forms, and eurocentric features were considered beautiful. As time has passed, and we’ve tried to address many of the different prejudices that influence style, I think we often fall back into that same pitfall. Style these days is still confined to the gender binary. And it’s infinitely more accessible for thinner people. And men.
I could go on. (waves a hand dismissively)
Interviewer
Do you believe beauty is pain?
You
Oh, hm…
Yes. But also no?
I think it’s hard to find a real answer to that question. A lot of beautiful pieces are uncomfortable. Sleek outfits with leather, for example. Leather looks great, but it’s uncomfortable. High heels are another example: they look incredible and elegant, but they’re not designed to be worn for long periods of time.
I think beauty can be painful, but beauty shouldn’t necessitate pain, if that makes sense. Like, an outfit can be stylish and comfortable at the same time.
Interviewer
Recently, you’ve been receiving a lot of attention for your work with the Saja Boys.
You…
Interviewer…
You
Okay. Sorry, was that a question, or…?
Interviewer
Do you enjoy working with them?
You
Oh! Yeah.
Administrator
…True.
You
Whew.
(wiping a hand from your forehead in mock relief)
Interviewer
Do you have a favorite member to style?
You
Probably Romance. He tends to be the most easygoing when it comes to trying new things. Plus he dyes his hair pretty frequently, so it’s fun to experiment with color.
Administrator
True.
You give the camera a relieved grimace.
Interviewer
Do you like the Saja Boys more than Huntr/x?
You
Ha… (grimacing)
That’s tough. And kind of a multi-faceted question.
Interviewer
We can go through the different ones. Are you closer to the Saja Boys?
You
I—Oh. Uh. Yeah. I’ve been working with them longer.
The administrator nods in agreement.
Interviewer
In terms of music, do you like the Saja Boys’ better?
You
Ugh, I knew this was coming…
You rub your hands over your face before taking a deep breath.
No.
Administrator
…He’s telling the truth.
You
Don’t get me wrong, I like them both! But Huntr/x is just… I don’t know. There’s something about them! Their music is really magnetic. They make use of their harmonies really well. They’re versatile, while still having a recognizable sound. I like their music better.
…Saja Boys, don’t fire me.
Interviewer
Kiss, marry, kill these Saja Boys songs: Soda Pop, Your Idol, and Psyche.
You
(laughing in awkward pain)
Oh no…
Administrator
He’s getting nervous.
You
(dryly)
Wow, thanks.
Okay. I’ll kiss Your Idol. It’s a great song, but it definitely alludes to some of the dependency and parasocial feelings that can spring up between fans and their idols. Not something you’d want to build a long-term relationship on. I’d marry Psyche, because that song is already about introspection and making peace with your feelings. That makes me think it’d be a good partner.
Interviewer
Then that leaves Soda Pop. You’re killing it?
You
…Yeah.
Administrator
Heart rate’s rising.
You
Hey, come on…
Interviewer
What is it about Soda Pop that makes your heart rate go up?
You
Ugh, I’m going to get completely dragged for this…
(You bury your head in your hands for a moment, before letting your hands fall to the table with a dull thud and looking at the camera.)
Fine, I’ll tell the truth. I don’t like Soda Pop.
Administrator…Truth.
You
It’s more than that, actually. I really don’t like it. I kind of hate that song.
Adminstrator
Still true.
You
It’s just too upbeat for my liking. And when you compare it to Idol and Psyche, which both have a lot more symbolism… I don’t know. It doesn’t do it for me. I don’t like that kind of peppy music.
Plus, it kind of reminds me of my days working in retail… Soda Pop gives off the vibe of a song that would be blasted through a department store for days on end.
Interviewer
Have you worked at a department store?
You
Yeah, just as a high school job.
The nightmares of customer service… I really do think, truly, that everyone should be required to work a customer service job for one full year. That should be the requirement for graduating high school. I think it would make for a much nicer world.
I’m not trying to be ignorant in saying that minimum wage work is the worst situation a person can be in, or that working in retail or food service automatically makes you a good person or anything. It’s more… I just think it would be a rude awakening for a lot of people. Because you see how these [CENSORED]— whoops, probably can’t say that. You see how demanding and just completely rude people can be. And many of the customers who act like that, they’re used to being catered to. They’re not accustomed to being on the other side of the fence, have probably never even been over there.
The administrator and interviewer are both silent.
You
(laughing)
Went on a tangent there, sorry.
Interviewer
Have you ever been in a relationship with a client?
You
No.
The administrator nods in agreement.
You
That would be awkward. I like to keep work and personal life separate.
Interviewer
Have the Saja Boys ever irritated you?
You
Oh, of course.
But I’m sure I’ve irritated them too. It can be kind of stressful—on either side of the equation. If you’re an idol, you want your clothing to be seamless, an extension of yourself that’s still practical enough to perform in. If you’re a designer, you want your clients to look their best. I mean, I said it before, but it’s hard to have both.
And fashion is tricky sometimes! Some people have smaller comfort zones than others. Sometimes, you have to accept that. Other times, they may need to branch out a bit.
Interviewer
Final question: Did you lie at any point during this interview and get away with it?
You
No. I don’t think so. I’m terrible at lying, actually.
Administrator
True.
You
Did I pass?
Administrator
(wryly)
You passed.
YouSweet.
The video ends with the Vanity Fair logo appearing on screen, as other recommended videos pop up.]
Comments:
sajamennn: wait he’s got a point
→ bloopdidoop: he’s an icon, he’s a legend, and he is the moment. now, come on now. (i had to do it)
jmartinese: i actually love that he calls out a lot of the beauty standards.
→ crabbycakes: yeah he seems like a good guy, genuinely. he’s spoken out before about how women in particular can be objectified or how their bodies (and lives in general) are so often policed. and he tries to keep that in mind when he suggests styles for them.
→ megthegriffin: awwwww
→ huntrixareforgays: omg i noticed that!!!! like, mira has spoken about this before, and how she actually prefers outfits with more coverage but she’s always thrown in more revealing ones anyway. and now that i think about it, phantom’s recent designs all have mira in pants or something with more coverage! he really listens to his clients, i think :)
mirarror RUHURHURHURHUHRUHR
→ kylorennyren: i want himmmmmm RAHHHHH
→ lofistudyboy: he’s so foineee
aliciaaa45: there are two types of comments: socially aware or barking like a dog
→ mirarror: LOLLLLL can’t i be both
→ aliciaaa45: i mean, live ur truth
→ mirarror: thank you. (ruf ruf ig)
sajaajas: OOOP not the soda pop shade
→ saja4saja: i mean, it’s not really shade, it’s just his opinion. and he was reasonable about it.
→ sajaajas: truuu
jinjinjinu: no wonder jinu’s obsessed w this guy
→ mysteryunsolved: right? like i’m about to be obsessed w him too 😭
______
Twitter
Trending
Phantom
Related tags: LieDetector
cassfiles
“I think beauty can be painful, but beauty shouldn’t necessitate pain, if that makes sense.” #Phantom→ pshplease: GAWDDD we don’t deserve him
thworrrrrrp
#Phantom i’ve never seen someone tell the truth so many times during a lie detector test
→ breakfast4dinner: frrrr! even the administrator seemed a little less stern-faced than usual :>
31381404
i hate him /j #Phantom #LieDetector[irritation.mp4: A short screen recording of the interview, when you’re asked if the Saja Boys irritate you.]
→ lawlightapologist: hahahhaa
kimkitsuragistan
#LieDetector i had never heard of this #Phantom guy before this video, but damn, he’s cool
→ scizor64: ikr
drhouseisgay
#Phantom spitting facts about fashion and the obsession with being rail thin
______
[Saja Boys in Style]
Abby: well i for one am offended
Baby: ?
Mystery: ur always offended…
Abby: shaddup
Romance: lol
Jinu: what are you offended by
Abby: our favorite stylist doesn’t even like our music :(
You: THAT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO WHAT I SAID
Romance: yeah… didn’t realize you hated us so much
You: bruh
Abby: do u even care about us at all 🙁
You: i’m going to jump into a pool fully clothed
Romance: that’s… extreme.
Baby: 🏊♂️
Abby: do it coward
Jinu: Everyone, relax.
Romance: he’s pulling out the proper punctuation now
Mystery: shit’s going deownnnnn
You: : ‘ (
Jinu: Stop crying.
You: i’m not crying 🙄
Abby: well I AM
Romance: lmfaooooo liar
Abby: stfu
Jinu: @You We’re going to grab ramyeon if you want to join us.
You: yeah sure! usual place?
Romance: mhmmm
You: kk
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Instagram Story
baby
[ramyeon.mp4: A short video of the Saja Boys and you at a restaurant table. Baby turns the camera to selfie mode, showing Abby and Romance next to him. They throw up peace signs and winks. Then Baby flips the camera and films Mystery, Jinu, and you. Mystery hides in his bangs; Jinu just gives the camera a slightly annoyed look, and you give a helpless smile. When Baby keeps zooming in on you, Jinu blocks it with his hand.]
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Twitter
jinu
Lfjsdafkerretqwthut5e when he
Mystery: profound
Abby: check which acct ur posting on, oh wise leader of ours
Romance: lmao tweaking on main is crazy
Baby: same 🍼
thesuperkent: who is this ‘he’ you’re talking about, hmmmm???
→ jokesonufool: i’m about to freak the fawk out
→ crscnt: same
billbuttlicker: this is about phantom. because i said so.
→ gratercheese: thank you, bill buttlicker.
phantasmagoric: PHANTOM X JINU CONFIRMED
→ jinucomehome: y’all just hearing what u wanna hear at this point
→ phantasmagoric: and???
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Instagram
romance
w the liar himself
[liar.jpg: A photo of you walking ahead of Romance, your back turned as you walk down the sidewalk.]
You: oh come ON i didn’t even lie??!
rawrxdhesaid: god i can’t keep up anymore. I CAN’T KEEP UP someone just write a poly fic and get it overwith
→ mria4l: omg frrrrr
sajaboystilidie: y’all are cute
→ huntr.xeats: rightttt???
elbebeebeb: this kinda looks like a date to me ;)
→ twentyeightreasons: shhhh jinu’s here don’t let him see this
Jinu: so this is why you were 15 min late to rehearsal
→ abbyromanceagenda: lmao he jealous
→ mysterylovesmisery: jinu 😭😭😭
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Twitter
sajaboysat6
Eagle-eyed fans recently spotted Jinu’s comment on a TikTok, where he tagged Romance and Abby. The featured video shows various agitated reaction pictures; a song by The Marías plays in the background, with a text overlay reading “can’t stop thinking abt him”
Comments:
mysterywantsme: the Marías????? jinu bisexual confirmed
→ batrickpateman: girl mystery don’t want you
→ mysterywantsme: and he don’t want ur ass either
→ batrickpateman: AYO???
→ mysterywantsme: lolll that was too far u right my bad
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Twitter
You | phantom
i’m tired of being unable to watch tiktoks and being gaslit abt it. do i make a burner account so i can see what ppl send me orrrr
nosferatueats: um YES>??? DUH
qwerkee: i’ll be honest, you aren’t missing much. if anything.
→ polygloth: yeah tbh it’s all just brainrot
→ user192173: there are occasional nuggets of gold
→ kingkongsolos: yeah but does that justify wading through rivers of literal shit to find it?
→ bvjohnson27: that’s life mama
→ kingkongsolos: poetic
Jinu: no.
→ Jinu: suffer and miss out instead.
→ You: damn, gm to you too
→ tralalalalatte: lmao loser trying to cover his tracks, we already caught you in 4k bud
→ smoshinit: catch him doing what???
→ tralalalalatte: he commented on an alt account, on a mlm aesthetic tiktok, and tagged romance and abby. lolll
→ smoshinit: hahahha amateur mistake
Baby: googoo ga ga or whatever the fuck
→ You: LMFAOOO
Abby: u have friends?
→ You: u just sent me a tiktok 15 min ago and got mad when i told u i couldn’t view it
→ You: then complained again when i asked u to save it to ur camera roll and send it
→ Abby: yeah i’m not cluttering up my storage for ur boomer ass
→ You: boomer???? i’m gen z and younger than you, tho??? 😭😭
→ Abby: ok grandpa
→ You: bruh
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TikTok
You | phantom
bloop
[sajatrix.mp4: A video of the Saja Boys speaking amongst themselves, set to “How It’s Done” by Huntr/x.]
Comments:
user01951: phantom has tiktok now?!?!???
sajastansrise: WELCOME TO HELL BRO
hungryhippo: omfg he’s so unserious 😭😭😭
→ zoeyiloveupls: ^ right like this is the first tiktok you make on your account ??? funny as fuck 😭😭
Mira: lmao
Liked by creator.
engenezfoiya: uniting fandoms one tiktok at a time
→ sajatrix: right like why fight when we could just make out
→ engenezfoiya: whoa idk about all that
→ miramarryme: shhhh speak for urself
→ engenezfoiya: LOLLL
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TikTok
You | phantom
[eyeroll.mp4: A short selfie video of Jinu rolling his eyes, with the music set to “Psyche” by Saja Boys. There’s white text near the center of the video that reads: “stream Psyche”.]
Comments:
8nleftnone: u got it boss
Liked by creator.
jinusthirdhusband: awwwwwe stealing his bf’s phone 🥺
tomnookservant: lmao did jinu steal ur phone dude
Liked by creator.
drhouseapologist: first (twelve hundredth)
Liked by creator.
phantomxjinuwhen: phantom liking all the comments except the ones abt him dating jinu 😭😭
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TikTok
You | phantom
[recognized.mp4: “Someone came up to me on the street and recognized me for my work. Which is awesome. But also…” You put the phone down on a nearby wall and take a few steps back to get your entire body in view of the camera. Wearing sweatpants, an oversized sweatshirt, and sneakers, you extend your arms in a helpless gesture. “Basically, I don’t really look the part.”]
Comments:
Jinu: who
→ Baby: 🙋
→ You: lolll i wish tbh
→ Baby: 😏
→ You: 😏
usernameforthcoming: and??? still hot
→ ghostfaceit: real
dresstodepress: your work speaks for itself! everyone deserves to relax and dress how they want.
→ monstaxsandohs: preach!
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sajaboys
[LIVE] A Week of Celebration: Day 1!
Mystery
In celebration of the release of our new album Psyche, we’ll be doing a week of streams with different guests.
Baby
Go listen to the album if you haven’t already.
Abby nods.
Abby
And today we’re here with our beloved designer and stylist… Phantom!
Abby promptly pulls you into view of the camera, looping an arm over your shoulders and grinning.
Say hi to our fans!
You
(slightly awkward, with a small wave)
…Hi.
Abby
Isn’t he adorable?
Mystery
(unimpressed)
What’s the next game?
Abby
Ah, eager to get to it, I see. How about you pick, Romance?
Romance
Okay.
Romance digs his hand into a fishbowl of paper slips, pulling one out and unfolding it.
‘Agree/disagree standing game.’
Baby
Cool.
Jinu
Do we have room for this?
Romance
Probably.
There’s some shuffling as you and the Saja Boys clear a space for all of you to stand.
Director
(from off screen)
Okay, most of you have probably played this game. I’m going to give you a statement, and you’ll stand where your opinion falls: strongly disagree on the far left—your right—, then disagree, and neutral in the middle. Agree and strongly agree are on the other side.
The members all nod. You shove your hands in your pockets and make sure to join the very back of the line. You all stand in the center and wait for your first round.
Director
Great. First one: ‘I’m a morning person.’
All of you spread out as you contemplate your answers. You end up standing in the “Neutral” line behind Mystery; Jinu is the only one in the “Strongly Agree” category; Romance, Abby, and Baby are all in the negative sections. They proceed to debate with Jinu about early morning dance practices, while you try to stifle a smile.
Director
Next one: ‘I like being the center of attention.’ Go!
You head over to the ‘Disagree’ section, blinking as you watch all five members head to the other side of the room.
You
Oh, I guess that checks out.
Romance
(teasingly)
Who’s the center of attention now?
You
Shut up.
You all return to the center of the room.
Director
‘I’m the most likely to hold a grudge.’
The members all but shove Jinu into the ‘Strongly Agree’ section. You and Baby are both in the ‘Disagree section’, with Romance, Mystery, and Abby in the neutral middle ground. Baby and you fist bump; Romance and Abby seem intent on airing Jinu’s dirty laundry, as they proceed to list the numerous times in which Jinu got mad at them for something and refused to let it go.
You all return to the middle of the room again.
Director
‘I’ve pictured my own wedding.’
And you walk right back to the ‘Strongly Disagree’ area. Staring at the guys, you realize you’re yet again an outlier.
Romance
(turning to Mystery next to him)
You probably have the venue picked out already, huh?
Mystery promptly hides behind his bangs.
That’s what I thought.
Abby
I already know what suit I’m wearing.
Baby
I mean… don’t most guys just wear a black suit anyways?
Abby
Well, maybe, but I’m not basic. I want it to be a tear-away at least. So I can just rip it off.
Romance
(amused)
Not a tear-away…
Abby
(turning to you)
Whatcha doin all the way over there? I know you’ve thought about our wedding at least once.
You
(rolling your eyes)
Shut up. And no, I haven’t.
Romance
You’ve never imagined it?
YouI mean, I don’t really believe in marriage. Not for myself, anyway.
Romance
Oh, would you look at that.
Before you can wonder what he’s talking about, Romance is heading across the room and standing behind you. He props his head up on your shoulder.
Guess I haven’t imagined our wedding either.
You huff in disbelief.
You
You’re stupid.
Romance grins and winks at the camera. The other members look begrudgingly amused at his antics, while Jinu looks strangely silent and blank. More so than usual, anyway. He’s staring at Romance rather intently, even as you all reunite in the middle of the room.
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Weverse
sajaboys[LIVE] A Week of Celebration: Day 5!
Abby
Back by popular demand: It’s Phantom, our favorite designer! Don’t tell the others, though.
You
(waving at the camera kind of awkwardly)
Hey.
Romance
Hey yourself.
You roll your eyes.
Mystery
Looks like the game for today is…
(reaching his hand into the fishbowl of papers, pulling one out and unfolding it)
…Truth or Dare.
Abby
Hell yeah.
Baby
No one’s daring you to take your shirt off.
Abby
Aw.
Maybe Phantom will.
Jinu
No, he won’t.
You
(with faux-defeat)
Fine, I won’t.
You all gather into a circle and begin the game. The first few rounds go pretty quickly, and you’re fortunate enough not to be called on. But once Mystery answers a tough question from Romance, he’s picking you to take your turn.
You
I guess I’ll do… Dare.
Mystery
Okay. I dare you to… read out your ten most recent Google searches.
You
Ten?!
Abby
Come on, it can’t be that bad.
You
I mean, let me look…
Oh God…
You scroll down, eyes skimming the screen, before you burst out laughing.
Abby
C’mon, dude, you gotta read ‘em!
You
Okay, okay. I can explain these. The first one is just ‘community fire’. I was looking for that meme from Community where the apartment’s on fire and everything’s chaotic.
‘Max Stranger Things’. I’ve never even watched that, so not sure why I looked it up.
The next one actually has you choking with laughter, as you bury your head in your hands.
Mystery
That bad?
Baby
It’s probably something crazy.
Romance
Or inappropriate.
You
Okay, well, given the context!
Jinu
(amused)
What context? You haven’t even given us any.
You
Shut up. Given the context. ‘Why was Nagito tied up’. The context is I was thinking about Danganronpa 2.
Silence. Then everyone’s laughing. Even Jinu is chuckling, that restrained smile on his face.
Oh, ‘Book Park Lounge’, I was looking for this place near me…
Romance
Whoa, we can’t just breeze past that.
You
Breeze past what?!
Ugh… it does look crazy out of context. But that does actually happen. Nagito gets tied up after the first trial and I couldn’t remember why. Danganronpa is wild out of context. And in context too.
‘Free guy all actors’. My mom wanted to know the one actress in the movie… ‘Waterpark simulator lag’, my game was lagging… And ‘scientology history’, because my friends and I were talking about those speedrunning videos.
The guys are all sporting various expressions of amusement. The room is starting to feel warmer. You groan and recline onto the floor, putting your hands over your face in embarrassment.
You
(muffled)
I’m never going outside again…
You sit there for a few moments in embarrassment, until there’s a hand on your ankle.
Jinu
(gently)
It’s your turn.
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Twitter
Trending
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Related tags: TruthorDare, Phantom
mysterysdestiny
mystery having pics of the group as his lock and home screens 😭😭😭 #TruthorDare
user69161
#Phantom is the honorary sixth member idec what anyone says.
tjctearl
baby’s new hair… RUURHURHRUHRUH #SajaBoys
jinustaxes
JINU’S HAND ON PHANTOM’S ANKLE????? UJHHHHHHHHHHHHGIDAKGHDSJKFDBKSF #TruthorDare
(handonankle.mp4: A screen recording of the aforementioned moment on stream, where Jinu placed a hand on your ankle to get your attention.)
→ breakfastlunchclub: omg i noticed this too
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Weverse
Saja Boysdemon diaries, xxiv.
[From 01:08:19 to 01:09:33:
There’s a figure in the far back corner of the screen, in the adjoining hall of the space. Jinu is the first to notice their presence, looking at the screen before turning around. Romance is still talking, so whatever Jinu says gets lost.
A few moments later, the new arrival makes himself known: it’s you. You’re wearing a short-sleeved shirt and baggy jeans, and after a moment’s contemplation, you take your sneakers off as you enter. You’re holding a nondescript bag of groceries, and you head across the screen and out of view again as you evidently put them away.
Jinu appears distracted, frequently casting a glance over his shoulder as he hears you putting everything away. Romance looks amused by this, but he still holds the chat’s attention for the most part. Then, when your footsteps can be heard getting closer, he addresses you.
Romance
We’re on live.
You
(frowning, pausing at the edge of the hall)
Uh… okay. Do I need to leave or something?
Jinu
No.
RomanceNope. Just saying. Just so the room knows.
You give him a weird look before heading over to them both.]
Most recent comments:
user9175816: ok but why would romance warn phantom unless he was expecting something to happen
→ patternsimashamedof: wdym
→ user9175816: i’m interpreting it as romance being like ‘we’re on live, so don’t act all lovey dovey’ to the two of them lol
→ patternsimashamedof: when have they been lovey dovey?
→ user9175816: idk just let me live in fantasyland 😭😭😭
drlectersdinner: Romance saying “Just so the room knows” while smirking at the camera… meanwhile Jinu is glaring at him… MWHAHHAHA there’s something there fs
jackeloped: Jinu pulling up a chair for Phantom and then immediately including him in convo ;( i’m sobbing
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TikTok
kratosaxeme
[ranking.mp4: A brief clip from a longer moment on stream where you and Jinu were following along to some food ranking videos. The first food that appears on the screen is pizza.
You
Okay, I love pizza. But you don’t like it, right?
Jinu’s eyes widen for a moment.
Jinu
How do you know that?
You
(blinking)
Uh… you told me.
Jinu
(thinking for a moment)
…Yeah.
I tell lots of people. They don’t usually remember.
YouWell, of course I remembered.
Silence.
You
(smirking)
How could I forget that you’re a freak of nature?
Jinu rolls his eyes.
You
Anyways. We have both sides of the spectrum here, so now I think we’re forced to put pizza somewhere in the middle. Maybe number four? We still have a lot to go.
Jinu doesn’t respond. You look over at him and he blinks as if thrown from a trance.
Jinu
Four’s fine.]
Most recent comments:
user97561: this is so cute actually
abbysbaby: jinu looked so soft there… and then phantom had to ruin it by being a demon 😭😭
→ kreennaveen: LOLLL he’s not the sentimental type methinks
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Twitter
jinuscakes
No way he just said this no way no way no WAYYYYYYY
[type.mp4: The members are asked about their ideal romantic ‘type’. Jinu is the last to answer.
JinuMy type…
Someone who’s… smart. Creative. And… independent.
Romance exchanges a knowing look with Abby behind Jinu’s back.]
user56516: wait i don’t get it
→ jinuscakes: he’s literally DESCRIBING PHANTOM 😩😩😩
→ user56515: OH SHIT WAIT UR RIGHT
floptinta: notice the gender neutral phrasing
→ ottooctaviussssss: yeah jinu’s bi!
→ floptinta: OH SHIT FR>>>???
→ ottooctaviussssss: YES he’s posted & talked abt it before :)
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EXTERIOR – Streets of Gwangju, South Korea.
Romance, Jinu, and you are exploring the city, looking for the coffee shop you want to visit. You’re all decked out in casual clothing, T-shirts and shorts and sneakers. Romance has a bucket hat on to block some of the sun—how he makes it look good, you have no idea. You’re just settling for occasionally throwing a hand over your eyes.
You’re only about half a kilometer away from the coffee shop, but for whatever reason, the navigation is starting to send you on a strange path. You decide to pause and get your bearings. Romance scrolls on his own phone for a bit, before growing bored and sighing and resting his chin on your shoulder. You two are almost the same height, so it doesn’t make the gesture too awkward. He wraps his arms around your waist.
Jinu returns to the two of you after consulting a nearby map, eyebrows furrowing. He turns to Romance.
Jinu
Why… are you so close to him?
Romance
(with a shit-eating grin)
I have separation anxiety.
Jinu
(unconvinced)
Uh-huh.
And you’re letting this happen.
You look up from your phone to find him looking at you expectantly. You shrug. Jinu huffs, an uncharacteristic gesture for him. You raise an eyebrow and keep scrolling through your phone.
You
It says it’s… up ahead, to the left. I guess. It took us on a weird path, though.
Jinu
Yeah, the map said that too. Must’ve tried to avoid foot traffic or something.
You
I guess so.
Romance
Well, lead the way.
You
I do have to walk, you know.
Romance lets out a dramatic sigh before reluctantly letting his arms fall from your waist. Though he then just sneaks a hand down and holds yours. You walk a few steps, only to realize you don’t hear Jinu walking next to you. You turn back around to find him still standing there.
You
Jinu?
Jinu
Right.
You
(with a playful smile)
I do have another hand, you know.
You hold out your hand, completely expecting him to laugh it off or scoff and walk away. Instead, he stares at your proffered hand for a long moment, before taking it. The three of you head off hand in hand, before Romance is suddenly dropping your hand and falling back.
You
What—?
You blink and turn, spotting Romance heading back toward Abby, Baby, and Mystery, who have finally arrived.
Oh.
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Twitter
sajajinuuuu
guys guys guys guys GUYS ok ok so you’ll just have to believe me bc i didn’t take pics. but i swear on everything i love i just saw phantom and jinu holding hands at the gwangju national museum
Comments:
user97511: OMGGGG
shownushot: wait wait bc this would match up… they mentioned wanting to take a gwangju trip a few years ago and it never happened…
illbeuridol: pics or it didn’t happen
→ sajajinuuu: then ig it didn’t happen 😑 i didn’t want to ruin their day. idols/celebrities deserve privacy and free time!!!!
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Twitter
You | phantom
it’s crunch time
Most recent comments:
fashionistasister: CONGRATS ON MILAN FASHION WEEKKKKK
→ usernamenotfound: wait i’m not in the fashion world,,, did it already happen?
→ fashionistasister: oh, no, but he’s confirmed to be showcasing his designs there, so it’s a big deal :3
→ usernamenotfound: got it ty
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Twitter
missedquot4
I miss phantom, he hasn’t been on the streams in monthssss :(
→ user17611: he’s prepping for milan fashion week!
→ missedquot4: ohhhh shit! sometimes i forget that he isn’t a member lol
→ user17611: lollll
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Twitter
Saja Boys Watch | sajawatch
Jinu is sitting front row at Milan Fashion Week!
(runway.jpg: A photo of Jinu sitting in the front row and watching the runway.)
jinununu: omg he’s going for his bf… sobs
→ bajasoyssss: yall never quit with this huh xD
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EXTERIOR – Spazio Cavallerizze, Milan, Italy.
After months—no, years—of work, you’ve finally done it. Your designs have walked the Milan Fashion Week runway. The models all did wonderfully, as did the rest of the backstage staff. The fabrics were sleek and elegant, dark greens and blues blending into subtle greys. There were definitely a few mishaps: fitting conundrums moments before a model’s walk; a broken zipper; a missing shoe. But you did it. The hard part is over. All of your designs hit the runway without a hitch; you even made a brief appearance at the end, bowing and clasping your hands in thanks before quickly retreating.
Now, you can just relax. Right? You’re not sure. Your adrenaline is still pumping; your hands are shaking, you realize as you sort out your various notes and try to tidy up the mess you made of the temporary work station.
You’re tidying up one of your sewing kits when there’s a hand on your shoulder. You startle a bit, only to realize it’s a very familiar face. It’s Jinu. He’s wearing a well-fitted suit, the dress shirt underneath unbuttoned to show off his collarbones. He’s definitely dressed nicer than you are, that’s for sure. You’re wearing a simple dark grey dress shirt (probably wrinkled), dark wash jeans, and comfortable sneakers. (You had a feeling you would want to wear something decently comfortable to walk around in, and you were right. )
You
(breathless)
I thought I saw you. I didn’t know you were coming!
Jinu
Of course I did. Wouldn’t miss it.
You gravitate toward each other, as Jinu pulls you into a hug.
Jinu
Congratulations. You did so well.
You
Thanks.
Jinu
All the work this has taken… You should be really proud of yourself. Seriously.
You
Thank you.
You hug him for a bit longer. This seems to be fine with him, because he isn’t really letting go either. You’ve probably passed the point of socially appropriate, but it’s fine. You just finished Milan Fashion Week!
It’s clear you’re both reluctant to part, and even as you try to pull away and maintain your composure, your hands are sliding down his arms like you can’t physically let go. Jinu’s hands settle at your waist, your eyes meet, and time seems to stop. He leans in closer, your hand rises to rest beneath his jaw, and you’re kissing.
When you pull away, there’s a slight smile on Jinu’s face. A real one.
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Instagram
jinu
Good show. @phantom
(runway.jpgs: A series of photos Jinu took of the designs on the runway. They’re all from your collection.)
