Hello!!! Can I request an yan! Saja bjys x manager, where the boys fir some reason gets super possessive and protective of the manager??
Yan!Saja Boys x Manager!GN!Reader
a/n; this is very short but i hope u enjoy anyway :D
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You walk across the hallway, glancing over a crowd of employees who stare at you with such vigor.
Uh... why's everyone looking at you like that?
A short, round man goes into your view, pulling you to a more secluded place. He looks ridiculously nervous. "Hey! Sorry, you're the Saja Boys' manager, right?"
"I— Yes?" you reply, fiddling with the grocery bag around your fingers. "What's up, Bobby?'
He flushes, muttering a "oh! you know my name," like he's trying to lighten up the mood. You still and watch as his expression shifts.
"Did you tell anyone you went out today?"
Your brows furrow. Weird question. "Huh? I don't know. I just went out to buy some drinks before the show starts."
Bobby cringes, drawing closer to your ear. You lean down and listen with growing apprehension.
"Please try not to do that again. Next time, tell your group when you plan to leave them."
You raise an eyebrow. "Does that mean—"
A loud bang from the other side of the hall. You and Bobby tilt your head to the source before looking at each other. He gives you a blank stare. (In the far background, you can see other people staring at you.)
You sigh. "Thank you, Bobby."
So.
Apparently, they made it everyone's problem that you were gone.
As soon as you stepped into their dressing room, everything and anything was broken and scattered. Everyone stops in their tracks — eyes widening when they see you.
"Saja boooys," you exhale, pinching between your brows.
Thesis such a chore that it reignited my passion for writing fanfic. Procrastinating writing to focus on writing 💔
Anyways! Thinking about:
Deaf!Doctor getting involved with Huntrix and Saja Boys
Note: part 1 because I got lazy! I have lots of ideas roughly fleshed out with 2 chapters done, but we’ll see <3
Deaf!Doctor who’s actually too soft, but has walls tougher than the Trojans. She’s about as pleasant as an aggressive cat with only the dying wish of vengeance and spreading hate.
Her anger management is channeled into slaughtering demons, armed with a bow and arrows so she can play sniper from vintage points. It’s not as effective as therapy, but it certainly makes her feel just a little better, even if temporary.
Speaking of anger management, she hate hate hates Huntrix due to undisclosed reasons pertaining to the construction of her impenetrable barb-wired walls. Absolutely despises them, almost as much as she despises demons. But she knows the necessity of them. Knows of their double life as demon hunters, and despite scowling anytime she so much as hears their name, she still keeps them alive and breathing because 3 hunters and an honorary support keeping the population afloat beats one.
First came under the radar of both entertainment groups after saving Zoey and Mira’s necks via arrow delivery to the heads of the demons who had them cornered. Both groups kept the doctor at the back of their minds, but nothing grand enough to go out of their way to act yet.
It was only when she proved to be a hindrance to the collection of souls, doing a little too much against the demon forces and their soul KPIs did the Saja boys decide to deal with her personally. One sad disguised grandma demon and a couple Saja boys in the shadows was all it took to take her down.
In a last minute impulsive decision, they decided against snatching her soul in favour of prying information out regarding Huntrix, keeping her in their overworld hideout that they insisted on having for ‘a place to practice and strategise,’ when really they just think the underworld is too hot and kind of drab at the best of times.
They initially tried to intimidate Deaf!Doctor to no avail. They tried threats, small injuries, even tried to mind control her with their unreleased song ‘Your Idol’. It didn’t work, oddly enough. It made Jinu just a little insecure that his singing wasn’t as great as he thought for awhile. But they got feedback that it was upsettingly catchy when they caught her humming the song to herself. During one sizing up session, the group learns of her hearing defect, and Abby breaks her hearing aids and that was that. She called them stupid, before settling for silence because they don’t get the pleasure of easy communication if she has to lip read all the time.
Soon after, she’s kept around for a little too long to justify as anything other than personal, and after one incident where they all discovered she could temporarily mute Gwi-Ma’s lull of whispers (purely accidental, she was actually testing out a theory and trying to poison them), they begin to see her in a different light.
Jinu calls her sweetheart. He finds her cute and silly in a trying and failing to be nonchalant sort of way. He believes she’s trying too hard to be something she’s not, and in a way, she reminds him of tiger. Way scarier from a distance and mostly all growls, but charmingly silly (opinion exclusive to him) when up close and too personal. It’s a little hard to take her seriously too when she couldn’t hear him enter the room, and he finds her napping with Tiger.
Abby whistles for his kitty. He finds it amusing when she’s feisty and agitated, especially when he talks down at her as though she didn’t know any better, lips deliberately slow so she could see what he was saying. In his eyes, he could see a pair of cat ears always tucked back like airplanes with a flicking tail to match. It doesn’t help that stature-wise, he’s the biggest, making it easy for him to loom over the doctor and size her up for the fun of it.
She avoids him like the plague and makes blatant attempts to make his life as inconvenient as hers. He likes to scare her at least twice a day minimum.
Romance purrs doll. He finds her cute like one. Fragile like a one too. He tries to disarm her with flirty winks and romantic gestures, but she always turns them down with a snarl, later worn down to a haughty huff. That’s fine though, he knows his way around people. All he needs is time, and time he has.
Mystery doesn’t fucking talk. He just trails after her like a shitty rendition of a shadow. Ever silent, somewhat forgettable until she turns around and slams into him, but otherwise tolerable. He taps her on the head to get her attention though. Sometimes, she can’t differentiate when he’s the one tapping, or if the bird was the one pecking. To reciprocate, she occasionally yanks his sleeve to get his attention before acting out what she wants him to fetch for her. She takes advantage of him the most.
Despite that, Mystery enjoys her company, and with time whittling her down, they actually end up sharing time together by reading occasionally.
Baby rotates between baby or sweets, depending on the time, place, and his mood. They actually kind of get along because Baby doesn’t talk too much. Just a comfortably small amount, which gradually grew after they both noticed their shared sweet tooth. It helps that Baby likes the sour sweets that the doctor doesn’t and vice versa, meaning they’re frequently exchanging candy.
Out of the five, she secretly goes to Baby for comfort in the dead of the night when the rest are out and about. Baby gets the highest of highs from it and has to actively resist being smug shit. The rest almost beat him up once in an attempt to get him to spill.
Out of everyone, she gets along with Tiger the best, though Crow and Mystery are the one that sticks with her the closest. The guys speculated her and Tiger has some way of communicating through unblinking, prolonged eye contact, but they could never decipher anything. Jinu tried talking to Tiger about it at one point, asking him what they usually discussed, but his furry companion simply blinked at him and sank into the floor.
yippeee the blog is made!! i love the green you chose, very aesthetic :D
could i perhaps request the saja boys having a crush on their makeup artist? i feel like because Mystery would only need to get his lips and lower half of his face done, he’d contemplate messing it up so he can spend more time in your chair but at the same time he doesn’t want to mess up your work and risk annoying you so he’d just stand next to your chair like 🧍🏻.
tysm <33
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HEELS, NAILS, BLADE, MASCARA
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : the saja boys with a crush on their makeup artist
𝐚/𝐧 : yay! thank you, green is my favorite color! this is so cute shehesj, mystery’s was the most fun to write here but baby and romance too ngl. i see romance as tamaki from ohshc hehe. please enjoy! :)
𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐔
“Jinu, just the guy I wanted to see!” You smiled, impatiently pushing him into your chair. The new shipment of products had just arrived that morning, eagerly waiting to be used to paint a pretty picture on a person's face. Jinu was going to be just that. “Oh, really?” He tested, laying his limbs on the arms of the chair.
As you used your box cutter to open the package, you giggled with excitement. “Yes, of course! There’s a new product I wanted to try on you.” You chatted, squealing with happiness as you gazed upon your new products. Receiving the latest material was always exciting, it meant new ideas and of course, more time with your favorite client.
Carefully, you took hold of the man’s shoulders. “Now, hold still and don’t move.” You said, or more like demanded, with a serious look in your eyes.
Then, you began to apply the product to his eye with your brush. With his other eye, he tried to sneak a peek of what exactly you were doing. “Don’t look in the mirror either!” You gasped, covering his eyes with your hand.
“Okay, okay.”
A few moments passed as you prettied him up, generously applying each product with care. “There we go!”
His eyes quickly opened, running a hand along his cheek. A crimson red was spread on his eyelids, blending nicely with the darkness of his liner. “You were right, this looks fantastic.” He whispered.
You gripped the back of his chair, admiring your work in the mirror. Though, you supposed Jinu deserved some credit. He was quite pretty all on his own. “Aren’t I? You look handsome, like a prince of darkness.”
“A prince of darkness…” He muttered under his breath, then thankfully smiled at you. “Thank you, [Name].”
“Of course, it’s my duty, isn’t it?”
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𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘
Your day had been unusually stressful; several of your best artists had called out sick, your shipment of new products hadn’t arrived yet, and a certain member of the group was being more feisty than usual. The cherry on top was that you had arrived late to the concert preparations, despite being told a completely different time than the true one. A feeling of anxiety was churning in your gut, and you nearly had to step out for a moment to catch your breath.
You loved your job more than anything, but it did have its moments. There were times when you doubted your skill or your expertise in the area, just as anyone would experience. But, it remained in the back of your mind; waiting, festering. Were you truly the most suited candidate as the makeup artist of the Saja Boys? Was it pity that brought you here? You didn’t know. A burning sensation was felt in your eyes as tears welled up; were you really going to cry here?
But, to your luck, an angel sat in your chair.
And before you knew it, you were laughing and smiling like nothing had been bothering you.
A giggle left your lips as you lightly patted an amber shadow onto the muscular man’s eyelids. “No way Romance actually did that!” You chortled, trying your best to stay steady as you worked your magic.
The man tried to hold back his own laughter, yet failed to do so. “But he did, that’s the crazy part!” He wheezed.
As you reached over to rummage through your brushes, Abby kept a watchful eye on you. “I knew he was the type to be a fool in love, but I didn’t think he’d actually buy doves, put them in a top hat, and then send them flying directly at the girl.” You scoffed, finally finding the smaller tipped brush you needed.
“To be fair, I don’t think he really thought it through.”
“Does he ever do that anyway?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow as you carefully traced the perimeter of his eye with liner.
He couldn’t help but crack up.
Another fit of giggles was shared between the two of you. From just a simple interaction, your mood had already skyrocketed into one shining like the sun. “Thanks for making me laugh, Abby. I really needed this.” You sighed, setting your pencil back in its designated spot.
“Anytime.”
There was no hesitation in his voice, only the truth. He would see you again and make you laugh with the same joy and fervor. Only you would be the one to bring out his beauty with your brush strokes.
An assuring pat was given on his back, “Now, you go show off out there, you deserve it.” You smiled, hoping soon he would be back to tell you more ridiculous stories.
And oh, would he.
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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
“My beloved makeup artist!” He sang, eagerly rushing to sit in your faux leather chair. A sigh left you, of course he would be the first to sit in your chair. If he didn’t, he would just argue with the other boys till they let him go first. It was odd, you don’t remember doing anything necessarily extravagant for him aside from doing your job and doing it well. According to Jinu, the pink haired man looked at you like you hung the stars.
You didn’t see it, but whatever made the poor guy happy.
“Hello to you too, Romance.”
His eyes followed you as you grabbed your eyeshadow pallet, one specifically meant for him. Some time ago, you had told him that it was practically made for him. Now, he had his own he used every day at home. “I missed you, darling! When you were gone on vacation last week I thought I was going to lose my mind.” He whined as he threw his head back over the chair.
An eyebrow raised towards him, “And why would that be?”
With a wave of his hand, he feigned a faint, placing the back of his hand against his forehead. “Oh, the person who took over for you was very rough with their brush and nearly took my eye out with an eyeliner pencil. It hurt, my heart and my soul…” He explained as you gave him a deadpan expression.
Romance was one to keep up the dramatics, on stage or off. If he wasn’t a theater kid in a past life, then you’re the Queen. “Aw, I’m sorry that happened. The manager seriously needs to work on hiring better people.” You complained, and you weren’t lying. There were some shady people that you worked with.
As he dreamily gazed at you, hearts were practically fluttering around him as you lightly brushed his cheeks with a soft blush. “I knew you would understand!” He praised as he clasped his hands together in his lap, “You totally get me.”
A gentle pat was given to his shoulder, and it immediately shut him up. “Sure, pretty boy. Now, get up on that stage and knock em’ dead.”
You touched him? Oh my god you touched him, you touched his shoulder. If he didn’t have to keep up appearances, his demon marks would be glowing as brightly as the morning sun. “Pretty boy”, you meant it right? You had to, why would you lie to him? I mean, he knows he’s pretty but it has to be true if you say so, right?
Just before he left his seat, he turned to check himself out in the mirror. “You could definitely slice someone with how sharp this liner is!” He gasped, running a cupped hand along his jaw.
The grin on his face would be enough to send one of his fans into shock. “It’s a 10/10 for me!”
A soft smile couldn’t help but curl on your face. As dramatic and loud as the idol could be, he was a sweetheart.
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𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘
“Are you okay, hon? You’ve been standing here for a while.” An expression of concern was present on your face as you prepped Baby’s skin for his foundation. This was a pattern you had noticed in the last few weeks.
Mystery had been standing there next to your chair for 30 minutes, well past the amount of time needed for his routine. Only the lower half of his face was due for makeup, a task that took half the amount of time as the other boys needed. The silver haired boy only needed his lips and foundation done along with a little blush, and oh how tempted he was to smudge it so you could gently hold his jaw in place.
He, however, was too sweet to do that. A feeling of guilt would haunt him if he ruined your lovely job.
“Is something wrong?” Your voice broke him away from his thoughts, giving him an expectant look. A light flush rose to his cheeks, his hair hiding the hearts in his eyes. “Uh-” He stammered as he wrung his hands, trying to hide the nervous feeling in his gut.
“Is your makeup smudged?” You insisted, inching closer to his face to check for smears.
“No-”
“Then why are you standing here like a lost puppy?”
Once again, he didn’t respond. Only stood there, flustered beyond belief from your attention.
Then suddenly, you gasped. “I see, so you wanted to watch me do Baby’s makeup?” You smiled, happy that someone was interested in your skills.
Without missing a beat, he nodded. It was the only way he was going to get out of this without combusting into flames, and the boy sitting in your chair was not believing one bit of it. Mystery was so obvious that anyone with eyes could see that he was utterly infatuated with you, yet you couldn’t see it.
Your obliviousness and Mystery’s hesitance was going to make the other boys go mad.
A gentle touch was placed on the older boys arm, guiding him to stand on the other side of you. “Well, of course you can! But, don’t ya have to be on stage in about 2 minutes?”
“This is just sad, dude.” Baby muttered, earning a glare from the older member of the group.
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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘
“Baby, this is the third time I’ve redone your lip combo…” You groaned, clenching your fists at your sides, trying your best not to lose your cool. The idol merely continued to smudge the products on his lips with his lollipop, observing your reaction with an intent stare. Almost like he was waiting for you to dare and apply another round of product on his lips.
He was just going to ruin it again, and have you redo it over, again.
You knew he was doing it to mess with you, a nefarious reason behind it or not. It was frustrating, it was almost like he enjoyed messing with you. No, you were sure that was the case. Even Romance didn’t do something rude such as ruining your hard work, he was decent enough to not do it. Baby, however, was not one to shy away from actions such as this.
The man didn’t respond to you, still he stared at you with that unreadable expression of his. It was always hard to tell what he was thinking. “Nothing to say?” You jeered, your tone telling of your lack of patience.
Once again, no response.
A sigh left you, this was getting old. “I’m starting to think you might be doing this just because you like me.” You joked, now applying his lip gloss.
“And what if I do?”
A shocked expression took over your features, finding it hard to believe he actually uttered those words. Baby? Really? Saying that to you? Never heard of, in fact, what alternate universe were you in right now? “I guess that wouldn’t be a bad thing?” You murmured, questioning the fact if this was real.
“See you next time then, darling makeup artist.” He smirked as he rose from his chair, poking your cheek as he did so.
An exasperated sigh was released as soon as he left the chair. “I swear with that guy…”
He hadn’t even let you finish fixing up his lips.
@𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐳𝐨𝐞𝐲 °❀.ೃ࿔ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
IN WHICH you don’t know who started it — but now everyone is convinced you’re dating him. how does he feel about these allegations?⠀(pre–relationship).
~300 words each saja boy, mostly for my own enjoyment, my characterization only :3
𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐔
ㅤㅤㅤㅤhe’s absolutely mortified, and there’s almost something pretty about the way he absolutely panics. absolute ‘oh no they found out! wait, there was nothing to find ’ energy. it started with a photo of him leaning toward you — only to whisper, he swears on it. he didn’t mean to stand to close, to have his eyes linger on you for far too long. but he did, and now there’s a hashtag of a mash of your names together, and hundreds (maybe thousands?) of edited photos. he doesn’t even understand how the fans noticed. he surely didn’t.
now it’s all he can think about. the first post he saw, he physically dropped his phone. it hit the ground like a brick, heavy, loud, and disruptive. the others pause. “.. you okay?” abby had asked, eyebrow raised like he’s more curious than concerned. jinu hummed affirmatively bending strangely to pick up the phone with a forced smile on his face and an urgency of someone who was being chased by a serial killer. “fine. totally fine.” he’s the complete opposite of fine.
how is he supposed to face you after seeing all of those tweets? he doesn’t know. but what he does know that his latest search history has been .. weird. weird enough that if anyone opened up his safari they would immediately know what was plaguing his mind.
‘how to delete trending hashtags?’
‘did (name) notice jinu looking at her??’
‘signs that they think about me romantically’
he tries to forget about all the shipping. try to look at you in a platonic light again. but the universe had other plans. he can’t open any of his devices without being bombarded with those posts. an au where you two are exes getting back together, a slideshow of nearly every picture of you two near each other’s proximity. there’s even a whole poll deciding who fell first. and eighty–eight percent of the people who voted went ahead and voted for jinu.
he wants to argue and deny everything, he really does. but then he looks over at your way and, oh, the place where his heart should be flutters in the stupidest way possible. in a way a demon like him probably shouldn’t be able to feel. oh, he thinks. they’re right.
𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘
ㅤㅤㅤㅤhe named the damn ship. as if he wasn’t already the biggest contributer to it — no, he named it too. like it was his own child. instead of something normal like ‘abby(name)’, it’s something way worse. everything abby does near your proximity just makes the ship grow and expand it’s fandom even more.
tugging you away from paparazzi, making you wear his beanie out in public just because it ‘looked better on you’ — and your staff doesn’t help, posting pictures of the two of you behind the scenes (though you’re just talking, you know, like normal friends do). most are blurry, yes, but the fans have eagle vision.
he thinks it’s funny. cute, even. you brought it up once. as a joke — “we’re trending again. gonna feed into it?” he blinks like he’s gaining consciousness for the first time. “should i? no, yeah, we should.” you think he’s just joking. you realize that you’re dead wrong when he brought out his phone and wrapped an arm around your shoulder — suddenly your hashtag blows up because someone decided to actually post the selfie. if he had a pr team, they would hate abby’s guts. or abs.
no, he has no shame. his likes are public (because he isn’t aware you can make it private) and embarrassingly filled with gym content, fan edits of him, and posts about the two of you. if the fanbase didn’t exist — there’s still abby to show love and support to your pairing. it’s gotten to the point that he thinks you’re playing dumb, because everyone and their mothers knew how hard he tries to make you laugh.
because deep inside, he’s glad that everyone agrees that you’re cute together. if anyone’ll have you, it has to be him.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
ㅤㅤㅤㅤof course it’s trending. he made it trend. the moment fans started noticing your interactions, he leaned into it — just slightly. not enough for you to question him, but enough for hardcore fans to notice immediately and go batshit crazy. your manager rubbed her head and mumbled something about ‘pr nightmares’, but does romance care? no, romance only romances.
he times things so perfectly that you have to admit that if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were in a ‘secret relationship’ too. you’d post a selfie of you wearing red and suddenly he’s posting “red looks good on you ♡” on his twitter. he’s so .. subtle in a not–so–subtle way. when confronted in interviews, he gives vague answers. “they’re very dear to me.” he once said, head leaning on the palm of his head. “like family?”, “like the moon is to the tide.” he’s always been smooth like that.
he knows exactly what he’s doing and lives for the thrill of it. except — well .. sometimes, he forgets it’s supposed to be for show. romance enjoys the attention, the fan’s screams. but most of all, romance loves the way your mouth twitches as you try not to smile at an overly corny pick–up like he used, the way you shove him playfully backstage after another interview.
the fans say you’re a visual match made in heaven. he agrees. not because you’re pretty (you are), or because it benefits his image (he could care less, really) — but because he likes the idea of being paired with you, someone who grounds him.
“you’re not actually into all this shipping stuff, are you?” you scoff, bumping his shoulder with yours. he chuckles. “aren’t you? i already planned out our entire marriage.” the thought of it is .. dangerous. but so is he.
𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘
ㅤㅤㅤㅤhe never really acknowledges it. but he’s seen the it. the little fancams slowed to hell and back just to show the two of you making eye contact for a split second. the fans catch everything. it unsettles him how right they might be. mystery never intended to give them material. it’s just the way he looks at you. but he’s confused — not because he doesn’t know where the ship stemmed from, but because they were only noticing his behaviour recently.
you ask him about it one day, phone showcasing a video of you in the center, with him staring (question mark? can’t really see his eyes) in the background. he takes one glance, “pictures.”, he answered with a shrug. he plays dumb really well — too well. you genuinely thought he just didn’t know what shipping is. but he totally does. “you feed the fire.” he tilts his head innocently. “didn’t know there was a fire. a lie. he figured out how incognito mode works just to read fanfics of you two. out of curiosity at first, but then it became a small habit he gained.
but you don’t know any of that, obviously. what you do know is that he stands unusually close to you at events now, and you swear you can feel his hand on the small of your back to guide you whenever you happen to walk in the same direction. he doesn’t exactly bark like they say he does (not in front of you, anyway), but he can and will growl. there’s something animalistic and protective about the way he hovers like second nature — like right beside you is where he’s supposed to be.
mystery stays completely unbothered. if the fans want to talk, let them. if they just so happen to post ship edits of you two with his new favourite love song, that’s fine. great, even. at least the world already knows you’re his.
𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘
ㅤㅤㅤㅤhe hates it, he needs every video, picture and post deleted and burned to ashes. there could be a video of you handing him a water bottle and there’d be a comment saying that he’s, quote, ‘down bad’. down bad for what? hydration? every time those videos happen to unfortunately come up his for you page he instantly groans like it’s instinctive. baby just doesn’t get it. he looks like he tolerates you at best. that’s if he even looks your way. (that’s what he tells himself.)
he has a private account where he just .. watches. videos he’d see slowly went from mukbangs to that horrid mishmash of your names. he views them. not because he enjoys seeing them .. but for research purposes. he has to know what to avoid, right? “.. you’re not even my type.” he said mid–watch, to no one but himself. why is he talking to himself? fuck. he shuts off his phone and throws it across the bed. it lands on a pillow, still playing that edit of you that got two million likes.
this revelation starts to affect how he talks to you. or, more accurately, how he doesn’t. baby doesn’t talk to you for two days. three. for preventative measures, of course. he doesn’t do ‘crushes’ — it’s some social construct he stopped believing in the moment he became a demon. except he’s dodging you like you’re garlic and he’s a stereotypical vampire. the only thing he can say in your presence is a lame, “your shoelaces are untied.” while you’re wearing something that doesn’t even have them.
you still checked. he’s doomed. and worst of all, it’s public knowledge now. fuck the imaginary shoelaces, it was whatever he had left of his soul that came undone.
i just know in my heart that when you’re sick, jinu makes you the nastiest most godawful tasting tea you’ve ever had in your life — i’m talking like, scalding hot tar with root pieces and an entire lemon and some ancient-looking miracle honey — and it cures you near instantly
Part 2, A Totally, Definitely, 100%, Completely Normal Group Of Guys
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yk, I think the main reason I struggle with writing consistent fics sm is bc I'm a person who has chronic "if this chapter isn't perfect and exactly up to my standards then I can't post it" syndrome, BUT!!! I'm trying to get past that and post this despite the fact that I don't think it's my best work :,)
I might've said this before but again. I'm making up 80% of this story on the fly. I have some plot points ik I want but how am I gonna get there?? fuck, we gon' find out, we ball
anyways, enjoy part 2! you get to meet all the other boys this time!!! or. well. uh. 3 watch and 1 houndogs you like he smelled a good steak lmao. poor jinu needs to invest to put them all on childleashes
WC: ~2.2K
You stared in horror-filled shock as the camera panned over Rumi, who confidently stood center stage. Her golden outfit hugged her body beautifully, and her markings... they seemed to glimmer under the stage lights, bright neon rainbow. With every step she took, they pulsated with an otherworldly energy, as if they had a life of their own. The first chorus ended, the sound of the crowd singing so thunderous it shook the ground.
Unbeknownst to the screaming fans and cameras flashing everywhere, the newly created Honmoon glimmered a bright white light, its connection stronger than ever as thousands of empowered voices rang out. The three girls beamed and looked at each other knowingly while they danced, nothing but love, joy, and acceptance in their eyes.
While the trio was having a party on the stage, you were... Well, you were having a mental breakdown in your greenroom.
Your hands fisted your hair, still stuck on your knees while hyperventilating, eyes wide and pupils dilated with fear. No... no, no, NO- this was wrong, this was all wrong- Rumi? The lead singer of the number one K-Pop girl group in Korea was a DEMON? A soul-sucking DEMON from HELL?!
You felt sick, physically nauseous. Your head was spinning, breathing felt hard. God, never-mind what you said earlier about it being saved, today once more sucked.
As you struggled to process this world-changing revelation, the door to your greenroom suddenly creaked open. You didn't notice at first, too lost in your panic and shock. But when a soft footstep sounded behind you, you snapped out of it just enough to whip your head around, almost snarling at whoever the intruder was. Running off adrenaline and autopilot, you jumped up, shifting into a fighting stance and ready to summon your scythe. Thankfully, a really funny squawking noise of surprise shook you from your fear.
The person in front of you wasn't a threat- it was just… Jinu. A rather alarmed and ready-to-bolt looking Jinu. You dropped your stance in an instant, looking at him sorrowfully. Dear god, you can NOT make a good impression with this guy...
"Oh- Oh my god, Jinu? I'm so, so sorry, you scared the shit out of me-”
Jinu still looked alarmed, but he quickly recovered, holding up his hands in a peaceful gesture, a small smile on his face. He took in your panicked expression and disheveled appearance, concern etched into the crease of his brow.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," He spoke softly, taking a step back to give you some space. "No need to freak out- sorry for not knocking."
Only after you caught your breath did Jinu slowly step closer again, concern growing as he further took in your disheveled state and the thick sheen of sweat on your skin.
“...Are you alright? You look... unwell.”
You loudly sigh into your hands, nodding exhaustedly, face red from humiliation.
"Yeah, I'm good, I... haha, man, this is embarrassing, I just... kinda panicked while thinking over Grxm Rexper's performance and accidentally spiraled, you know?"
The lie came easily- what were you supposed to say? The truth??? 'Hey Jinu from Saja Boys, yeah, Rumi from Huntrix is actually a demon from hell and I gotta kill her now, because that's what I do on the side, kill demons! Teehee!' Yeah, sure...
Jinu nodded kindly, stepping into the room all the way and gently closing the door behind him. Any other day, you'd have been praising the lord that you and JINU SAJA somehow ended up alone in a room together. But not today. Today could not be saved, not even by the power of hot ass men.
“I… understand that feeling. It's a hard one to shake, but I promise, you were all amazing out there! Especially you. I don't want to downplay anyone's efforts, but… your solo turned it from a good performance into a memorable one.”
Your mind was a soupy mess of exhaustion and terror, but you simply kept smiling, nodding as Jinu spoke and pulling out two chairs for you to both sit. Your left foot was numb.
"That means a lot, Jinu. Thank you very much.”
"Of course."
"..."
"..."
Even the few seconds of silence after that felt suffocating. Clutching the hem of your shirt between your fingertips, you began anxiously babbling, teeth grit.
"SO, uh, Jinu..! Whyyy... did you come here..? To my... greenroom..?”
Jinu smiled at your incredibly smooth ice-breaker. How endearing.
"I just wanted to continue our conversation. I saw you disappear from backstage while we were performing, so I assumed you had gone to your room. I… was going to knock, but it sounded like someone was fighting off an army in here." He raised an eyebrow teasingly, watching your face intently. “Looks like you were, too.”
You grabbed a pillow from behind your back and loosely threw it at him, face scrunched up in a blush. Jinu just laughed, effortlessly catching the thing and placing it in his lap before continuing,
"You seemed really into us out there. I'm honored. I hope you had fun dancing along.”
Your blush crept down to your neck, momentarily wishing the ground would swallow you whole.
"Oh god, you saw all that? I should publicly apologize to Saja fans everywhere, who knows who else saw me shaking my shoulders like a damn robot.”
Jinu lightly shook his head, his annoyingly perfect hair swaying along with the movement. Seriously- he just performed on stage in 80° heat in front of thousands of people, he does NOT deserve to still look so damn EDIBLE.
"No, seriously, there's no need to think like that, it was very nice! You seemed… genuinely happy."
He leaned his head against his palm, looking at you softly. Everything about this guy was… casual. Soothing. Familiar. Slowly, your tense shoulders started to slump, heart rate calming down and panic dwindling. Man, he was calming to be around, wasn't he?
You found your eyes closing, replaying the recent memory like it was as near and dear as one from childhood.
"...Yeah. I was."
Jinu looked at you with that infuriatingly sweet smile again, nodding as if he could see your tension melt.
"That's good."
His eyes lingered on your peaceful expression for a moment longer than necessary before he stood up, patting non-existent dust off his pants.
"Would you like to come with me? It would do you good to get out of here, I think. …I could introduce you to the others, if you want? You seem to be a fan."
That goddamn smirk was back. He knew exactly what he was doing. The inner fangirl that lived at the core of your heart squealed, eyes widening in an instant. Your eyes snapped to Jinu's face, hands gripping the arms of your chair like they owed you money.
"You- You're serious? For real?”
Jinu only chuckled, smirk growing wider as he extended a hand towards you, palm up in an inviting gesture.
“Of course! Unless you have other plans..?”
You… hesitated.
Of course you wanted to go. Who WOULDN'T want to? But...
Golden had been quietly playing in the background the whole time from your T.V, Huntrix now performing the final chorus. You felt… trapped. Do you take the hand of the angelic looking man in front of you, or stay back to try and potentially face the demon lingering in the room..?
...Oh, fuck it, you've had a bad week, you deserve a little treat. The popstar princess of Korea being a demon in disguise is something FUTURE you will have to deal with.
"Nope! Let's go, I need to get all my stuff signed."
You took Jinu's hand, feeling your fingertips tingle from where they met. Jinu's smirk blossomed into a real smile as he gently pulled you up from the chair. In that brief moment of touch, your hand fit perfectly in his.
Jinu led you from your greenroom down some winding corridors. Your sudden shift in attitude was kinda funny, but he couldn't help himself from smiling at your candor.
"All your stuff, huh? High expectations.."
After a few more turns, Jinu had successfully led you to the Saja Boys' greenroom, where the rest of the members were gathered. They were laughing and joking around with each other, clearly in high spirits after their performance.
Romance noticed you first, doing a double take when he noticed you alongside Jinu. If a man could somehow physically have cartoon-hearts pop out of his head, he’d have caused a flurry. Romance dropped his phone right on the couch and began confidently strutting forward, hips swaying in an over-exaggerated manner while he side-stepped Jinu to greet you.
"Oh my, Jinu, who's this absolute angel you've brought back to bless my eyes with..?”
You didn't even manage to get a word in before Romance bowed like a prince, the man gently lifting your arm and pressing a kiss so feather-light to your knuckles, it made you want to scream without the s. Oh wow. Oh lordie. Your face was already so, so red. If this is how the rest of this interaction is going to go, you might implode on the spot.
"Oh my god. Okay. Ah. Ahem. Hi, Romance. P-Pleasure to meet you, too..?”
At your voice, Romance straightened up, his eyes never leaving yours.
“I assure you, the pleasure is all mine, darling." He then turned to Jinu with a raised eyebrow, sounding coy. "Jinu, you sneaky little minx, when did you find time to sneak this absolute feast for the eyes back here?”
Okay, that one was a lot. You resisted the urge to snort as Jinu looked at Romance like this is the 100th time he's had to deal with him today. His voice was annoyed- but that playful kind of annoyed.
"I did not 'sneak them back here'- this is a fellow idol and a member of Grxm Rexper called- …hm.”
An awkward flush ran down Jinu's neck. He looked at you like a fish out of water.
"...Actually, I haven't even gotten your name yet. Sorry."
In the midst of all this, Abby had abandoned whatever he was doing on his phone to instead watch this exchange with amusement. Baby was still buried in his, not having glanced up since you first entered the room, and Mystery was curled up on the corner of the couch. You couldn't tell, but he was very much staring at you. You just smiled softly, happily telling Jinu your name, snickering at his embarrassment.
"Nice to officially introduce myself to Mr. Saja himself."
‘Oh my god. Why did I say that. That was so bad. That makes me sound like I see him as an old man, oh my GOD. Kill me, kill me nowww.’
Jinu's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, smiling awkwardly.
"...Please, just call me Jinu. 'Mr. Saja' makes me feel like I'm a hundred years old."
Back over on the couch, Baby murmured something under his breath that made Abby snort. Jinu glared at them for half a second before he returned his attention to you, opening his mouth to speak-
-But then Romance interrupted him, hip-checking him out of the way and seemingly pulling a rose from thin air, tucking it behind your ear.
"Apologies for my earlier misdemeanor, my dear. You have such a beautiful name, fitting for such a beautiful soul. But perhaps I could have the honor of calling you 'mine'..?”
WOW. He was GOING FOR IT. Yes, your face got even hotter, of course it did, but…
Listen. You know Romance. Or, you know the role of Romance. You do for ALL the Saja Boys. Of course he's the flirt of the group, the visual, but…
You squinted your eyes at him. Not unkindly, not enraptured, but knowingly.
Softly pulling the rose out, you lean upwards to gently cup Romance's jaw and turn his head, tucking it behind his ear instead with one swift motion. The man was stunned silent.
“You… don't have to keep up the act around me. I'm an idol too- so I get it, I swear. Plus, I'm already a fan- actually, DOUBLE PLUS, we're backstage and can act like normal people, so... You can just chill, okay?”
You pat Romance on the arm placatingly, hoping he'd take your words as sincere instead of rude. He… still wasn't saying anything. Instead, he was looking at you differently now. His eyes were wider, softer. Maybe even astonished? ...And, was he… blushing..?
Before you could speak up and further clarify your intentions (not harmful ones! You swear!), Jinu stepped back in to grab the back of Romance's collar, scruffing him much like a mother-cat would do to her misbehaving kitten. The leader beamed at you while he dragged the man to the opposite corner of the room, smile not meeting his eyes.
“Hahahahhh, one moment please- YOU THREE. Say hi to them and please just be NORMAL.”
Jinu shouted to the other three Saja members behind you, all of whom responded in their own way. Slowly turning your head around, you saw Abby gesturing for you to come closer. Mystery subtly angled himself to look at the spot on the couch beside him, and then looked at you. And Baby even moved his leg to stop manspreading, silently inviting you to sit, too. Wow. What a team effort!
Hearing the faint sounds of a simpering Romance being chewed out in your ears, safe to say, you were rather lost. Man, these guys weren't giving you any time to BREATHE, huh? What an... eccentric bunch. And there's nothing wrong with that, obviously, it was just, unexpected..?
But regardless, you took the invitation with glee, walking over to the couch with a pep in your step. Surely Abby, Mystery, and Baby will be more… normal! Right?
…
Uh, right..?
pov romance interuppting jinu: so... a lot of people ask me, 'whats it like to be so sexy'- *falls flat on his face and dies*
^ anyone who understands that joke gets a cookie. anyways, taglist (woaw tysm! there's even more of you now!!!)
Hi! Could I request the Hunterix reaction to their sibling(whos the reader) whos usually calm and very positive beating the heck out of a demon that hurt their sibling, like full on hulk mode!
If that's no bother, anyways have a lovely day/afternoon/night! Thank you for reading my request!
Oh girl this is CINEMA i got u ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
Supportive Sisters
in which your sisters see you go crazy go stupid on a demon :P
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Rumi
When I tell you her jaw DROPS
because listen okay you have always been the more optimistic one right
She once watched you apologize to someone who purposefully bumped into you
Now you're finding 60 new and creative ways to use a makeup brush as a weapon on a demon because it landed a few hits on her????
who are you and what have you done to her sibling
Snaps out of her shock about five seconds later when you're yanking out the poor demon's hair
Locks in with you tbh. You think Rumi would let you take care of this stuff yourself?
Nah girl
Cause like Rumi's always been a little more levelheaded too (she's the leader of Huntrix, it's kinda her role to be a role model)
She is a big believer in teamwork and what kind of leader would she be if she didn't support her sibling...
She helps you bump those 60 ways to use a makeup brush as a weapon up to 70.
#innovators
Mira
"I'm kind of a difficult person. Overly blunt, short-fused, highly aggressive..."
LISTEN
Mira is more on the "hit first and ask questions later" side of the spectrum right
But ironically I think her first instinct would actually be to take over for you
Because despite her attitudes and behavior, we've seen a lot of her being the most protective in the group of her girls (and subsequently, of her sibling)
So while she definitely is way into her chill, calm sibling FINALLY losing it on the demon whose claws tore through her armor and into her flesh, she also has an autopilot moment where she places herself between you and the demon so that she can take most of the heat
But once she trusts you can handle yourself?
One of yall holds the demon and the other punches
Probably comments on your form like "aye untuck your thumb when you throw a punch you might break your finger on impact"
Afterwards she probably feels really happy actually?
One because she's glad to know she's not the only aggressive one in the family
Two because her sibling looked totally sick in a fight ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ
And three because it's just been reiterated to her that she's got someone who loves and accepts her so much that they would LITERALLY THROW HANDS WITH A DEMON FOR HER.
Zoey
Pulls out her phone yelling "WORLDSTARRRRRRR!!!!!!!"
Have you SEEN this girl fighting???
Homegirl goes for the throat every time
HOPS INTO THE FIGHT IMMEDIATELY
Because due to her people-pleasing tendencies, she's a huge ride or die girlie
Seeing you go crazy on a demon???
ON HER BEHALF????
VALIDATION STATION
Gets so excited she starts rambling while helping you absolutely WRECK it
"omg did you really just do that for me thats amazing i would beat up a demon for you too-- oh also twist his demon nuts!!!!!"
We got a whole socratic seminar for fighting demons over here
For sure teaches you her favorite fighting techniques after
