I've been reading the fanart. You have a natural talent for creating a more distinctive personality for the Saja Boys from the bits and pieces they gave us in the movie!
Ever since that fanart where the Saja sneaked into the reader's room, I couldn't stop imagining what they would be like sleeping alone with her, as if every day of the week except the weekends they will take turns sleeping with the reader or something like that.
And again, I love your writing. I hope you like the idea. Have a nice day!!!
Saja Boys x GN!Reader
a/n; anon thank you so much heheh!!! this one isn't too accurate to your idea, but i love it and i hope it's still okay!
summary; physical touch with the boys and why they wanna go to your bedroom :))) (touch starved. written separately but they all live in the same housing)
warnings; stalking (watching you sleep), body curious, touching w no permission, nothing sexual tho!
— 🍃 [Monday]
Here's the thing, guys. The boys don't actually need sleep. They're demons. Sleep isn't something their bodies need—instead it's something they want. They are still aware and can feel through touch, which is exactly why they'd prefer to sleep with you.
You're warm, so alive, and they don't know it yet.
Surprisingly enough, Jinu is the first one to knock on your door.
"Jinu?" you drawl, voice laced with sleep. He stands awkwardly by the doorway, patiently waiting for you to process what's happening. Glancing idly at your sleepwear and dimlit room.
You yawn, widening the door. "What's up? Need something?" You pause, raising a lazy accusing finger. "Wait. You're not here to suck my blood, are you—?!"
"What? No!" Jinu gasps, almost offended. You sigh out of relief anyway.
"...We're not interested in physical bodies. Anyway, uh, sorry for waking you up. I just need to see how our socials are going," he explains as he steps into your room. "You can power your computer and go back to sleep."
As soon as you heard the word 'social', you were already turning it on. "'kay, buddy. You sure you don't need help, though? I know I taught you a bit but I understand it can get confusing—"
"No, no," Jinu huffs, denial flooding his form. "I can do it."
"You remember how to turn it off?"
"Yes. Don't worry."
Then you fall asleep next to him, your body slightly pressing against his. His eyes slowly drift away from the glow of the computer screen to your sleeping form. He stares for a moment.
Soft, warm. It reminds him of the past on how he couldn't sleep with his own fam—
Jinu pulls the computer plug off and teleports away.
—💐 [Tuesday]
Baby made you piggyback him. A lot. It was sort of your fault.
You saw the Saja Boys taking turns carrying him—it was a pretty funny ordeal. Then you jokingly offered to piggyback him to see what the hype was about.
He accepted it all too eagerly. As soon as his full weight falls on you, you're genuinely surprised at how light he is. It's probably equivalent to a box full of volleyballs.
"You're lighter than I thought," you say, adjusting your arms behind his legs.
Baby suddenly lets his head rest on yours. "Why are you so..." Warm. He buries himself into your shoulder, his arms tightening around you.
"Why am I so what?" you ask, turning your head, only achieving to tickle him more.
He doesn't let you go for the rest of the day.
And by extension, night.
You tried to complain at first. "Didn't we agree to—"
"Just this once, please?"
You folded.
He snuggles all comfortable within your arms, acting as the little spoon, greedily content in your warmth and breathing.
But then you wake up with his mouth on your skin. He wasn't biting, sucking, or anything. It was just.... there.
Still, though, you assumed the worst.
"I thought you said demons don't suck blood, Jinu!?!"
"We don't!!?!"
—🪷 [Wednesday]
Abby wanted you to touch his abs for some mysterious reason. Yapping about how "no one else will have this chance," or "you might not live long enough to feel it!" and "I actually haven't let anyone touch my artificial abs yet" — it was really weird, but you shrugged it off and agreed anyway.
Like hell yeah. Sure, why not?
So he unbuttons his shirt, all giddy, and watches as you reach for his skin.
You make contact with his abs. Caressing it gently, it feels normal in texture — but you suppose it's a little too cold. The fact didn't totally sound weird at the time.
Looking up, you flinch at Abby's expression. You thought he'd be smiling, like he was the whole time, but he looks so serious that it's actually concerning. He's not looking at you; his eyes were down and fixated on your hand.
You notice, pulling your hand away from him, and snapping your fingers. "You okay?"
He blinks. "Uh."
Later that night, Abby welcomes himself into your room.
He stares at you from the corner. From the center. From the edge of your bedframe. On your bed.
Sometimes, he'd gently let his hands roam over your exposed skin. Mostly your warm hands. And your warm face.
You wake up to find his face in front of you.
Screaming, you unintentionally kick him in the abs.
"Ow, my perfectly crafted abs!"
— 🪻 [Thursday]
Mystery almost lost it when you pat his head.
You did it voluntarily. It's a nice, comforting feeling as you pat his shoulder, his arm, and his cheek. He utterly melts under your casual touches without a single word.
He loves it. You leave him demanding for more. So, Mystery decides to linger around you like a guard dog. Who hopes to be spoiled, who wishes to be held.
But, then, night comes.
"You're not exactly allowed in my room," you say, only to pause when he straight up whimpers.
... You folded. With a sigh, you step away from the door and give him space to walk in.
He happily skips into your room, flopping face-first on your bed. You stare at him for a moment, thinking about how despite them not being human — they really love to rest.
You lie down, feeling Mystery move around under your blanket, closing your eyes when he finds himself comfortable against your chest.
Your chest rising and falling with every breath—Mystery simply can't help but feel envious.
— 🌺 [Friday]
Romance is confused.
There's a buzz between his band members — apparently, they visited your bedroom? Didn't they agree to avoid that specific place in this house?
He doesn't realize he's been staring blankly at nowhere. Reality hits him hard when something gentle touches his hair.
"Might wanna style your hair again, Rome," you chuckle, brushing his hair with your fingers. He shivers when your skin grazes his forehead. "You got the bed head. Though I guess you just snap your fingers and it'd be all okay."
You leave right after that, but Romance keeps staring at the last place he saw your figure, his fingers fidgeting with the hair you just touched.
Okay. He gets it now.
Next day, you woke up with him hovering over your head.
You suddenly grab his shoulders, push him back against your bed, breathing heavy from the shock. The bed sinks under both your weight.
Romance stares immensely up at you.
"You guys," you breath, "will be the death of me."
synopsis: you trap yourself in a ring of salt because you’re mad at your bf
characters: jinu, abby, romance, mystery, baby
warning/s: none,
note/s: mystery’s takes a different approach! and i’m so baby biased i’m unapologetic about it lmfao
jinu:
the argument you and jinu had was in no way detrimental to your relationship but it would be a lie to say that it didn’t piss you off.
you saw him corner the huntrix member with a smirk on his face and lean down, you know that jinu would never do anything to put your relationship at risk but the sight definitely had you seeing red.
“(y/n), talk to me.” jinu says as he follows you around the living room, you say nothing as you stand on the side of the living room, a jar full of salt in your hand as you draw a reasonably sized circle around yourself.
“sweetheart, you can’t be serious.” he crosses his arms as he looks at you. you spared him a glance, still not saying anything as you sat down, opening the book and paying him no mind.
“don’t you think you’re being petty?” he asks. you say nothing, flipping a page louder than necessary to get the point across. i’m ignoring you.
jinu sighs. “you know, you’re gonna have to come out of there eventually. i won’t bother you.”
another page flipped.
jinu throws his hands up in surrender. “fine! be that way.”
you scoff at his lack of effort as he walks away, but you didn’t bother replying to him as you continued to read your book.
hours passed and there was no sign of jinu, a part of you couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the fact that jinu kept his word and didn’t bother you.
you swallowed, cringing at how dry your throat feels, looking around the living room, you see no sign of your demon boyfriend. surely, you can grab a glass of water and get back in your circle to finish your book.
you step carefully over the circle, making sure that your step makes no sound and that the salt stays in place.
you let out a sigh in relief, only to scream in shock once a dark mist appears and a hand pulls you into a warm body.
“hi there, sweetheart.” jinu whispers sweetly into your ear. you thrash against his hold, trying to pull away but you were no match for his inhumane strength as he had the audacity to laugh at your attempts.
when you calmed down, jinu turned you around to face him, smirking at the pout on your face.
“are you ready to talk now?” he asks. you shake your head slightly. “there’s nothing to talk about, jinu.”
“that can’t be right.” he clicks his tongue. “my sweetheart is mad at me. i want to fix things.”
jinu places a finger under your chin and tilts it up to face him. “let’s fix this, please?”
you relent, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.
“i really… didn’t appreciate you leaning close to rumi like that.” you say quietly, almost as if you dreaded what he would say. you expected him to call you overdramatic, that it didn’t mean anything or that you were blowing things out of proportion.
“i see.” jinu replies, pulling you closer to his chest. “i’m sorry. i’ll do better. i should’ve thought how you would feel.” huh?
you pull away to see jinu looking at you with a serious expression.
“i won’t do it again, promise.” you couldn’t find the words to say as you let him whisk you onto the couch.
“can you promise me something too?”
“what?”
“let me know when you need assurance. there’s only ever you for me.”
abby:
you and abby were in a standstill. you expressed displeasure about how his fans were too touchy and that he should establish a boundary between them because his body was yours to touch, not theirs. abby only patted your head and called you cute but did nothing to address your concerns and that irked you off.
“baby, you aren’t serious right?”
“yes i am.” you say as you cross your arms, sitting in your circle of salt, glaring at your boyfriend who looked like he wanted to cry.
“all because a few randoms flirted with me? baby you know you’re the only one for me.” the way he brushes off your reason for being pissed off only serves to piss you off even more.
you rolled your eyes, even going as far as to turn your back on him, huffing.
a groan escapes abby’s lips. “babe, come on you can’t be serious.” you say nothing.
“fine! be that way, let’s see who cracks first.” he says, sitting down on the couch and crossing his arms, staring straight at you as if he were challenging you.
it was on.
you spent the next hour on your phone, quickly liking then scrolling away angrily whenever a fanedit of your boyfriend appears on your feed.
you didn’t spare him a glance but you were aware that he was still sitting on the couch behind you. your ass was starting to hurt from sitting on the ground. why couldn’t you have drawn your ring of salt around the couch instead? you think to yourself, almost wanting to get out of your circle just to stretch your legs.
a sound almost resembling a whine interrupts your thoughts, you pivot slightly to see abby looking at you with a frown on his face.
“are you seriously still mad?” the sad lilt in his voice made your body turn back around to completely face him.
“you’re already cracking?” you couldn’t help but challenge him, a brow raised as your lover downright pouts.
“babe, do you know how hard it is to have you so close to me but i can’t hold you?”
“and whose fault is that?” you countered, crossing your arms. abby stands up and rounds the circle.
“mine, sure. whatever, but please, let me hold you? we can talk about it more but i really need to hold you right now.” abby puts out his hand, a sad expression on his face as he waits for your response.
“i’ll do better.”
with a sigh, you reach out, your hand pushing through the salt ring’s barrier. abby immediately pulls you away from the damned circle, causing a yelp to escape your lips.
you were immediately greeted by a hard chest and abby’s face nuzzling into your neck.
“‘m sorry babe! i know it’s hard to have a boyfriend who’s so hot that people just wanna touch his abs all the time–” you cut him off with you trying to pull his arms away from your form.
“let me go!” but there was no real bite behind your words.
“no, but in all seriousness. i’ll put a boundary between me and my fans.” he says, staring right into your eyes with an expression of sincerity.
“i’d even put a boundary between me and the other saja boys if that’d mean you’d never put a boundary between us again.”
you soften slightly, your hands patting his arms, which only causes him to hold you tighter.
“you mean it?” you asked, pulling away from him to cup his face in your hands. abby nods, determined.
“even jinu?”
“well…”
“abby!”
“i’m kidding!”
the two of you shared a laugh over it, and your boyfriend kept his word. he put a boundary with his fans immediately when he had an event.
he’d rather not touch anyone ever again than have you put space between the two of you again.
romance:
“oh?” the pink haired man asked, a smirk on his face as he crossed his arm and looks at the circle that was drawn around the couch.
“and what have i done to warrant such a violent response from my lover?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, a frown on his face.
“oh, are you talking to me? or the throw pillow beside me?” you answer sarcastically. romance sighs as he walks over to you, his hand reaching out only for him to hiss as the salt barrier burns him.
“it hurts.”
you roll your eyes. “good. i need space.”
romance bites back a smirk, you were so adorable in his eyes that he couldn’t take the frown that was on your face seriously.
“my love are you not aware? distance is only but a means to test how far our love can travel” he places a hand to his chest. “and it hurts me to see you intentionally test our unconditional love.” he sighs dramatically, but you weren’t in the mood.
“do you say this to all the people in your life or am i just lucky?” romance’s brows furrowed in confusion as you don’t play along with him. .
you say nothing as you swiped on your phone and threw it in his direction, your phone hitting him square on the chest. romance takes a look on the screen and sees a gossip blog about him and a huntrix member, the focal point was the fancam of him smirking at her and placing his chin on his hand that was propped on the table.
‘saja boys’ romance… romancing with huntrix’s mira?!’ the article read.
romance takes another look at you who refused to meet his eyes, a small pout on your face as you hugged a throw pillow to your chest.
“lover…” romance trails off. you flick your head to the side. “i really don’t wanna talk to you right now, romance.”
he didn’t think about how his actions would reflect the media, his intentions were only to piss the huntrix member off but it seemed like oblivious fans took it out of context.
“i know that you’re flirty but i thought it was only for me.” you say quietly, still not looking at him. romance frowns, feeling his heart drop to his stomach as you remain saddened by his actions. “it sucks i have other people to share with when it comes to your affection.”
“my love—” romance kneels in front of the couch, a frown on his face as he reaches for you, baring his teeth as the circle burns his skin.
“rome, what are you doing?!”
“trying to reach you, my love.” he says, hissing out his words as you can see the layers of his skin peel, against better judgment, you swipe away at the salt, your lover almost falling face first into the sofa.
“let me see that.” you say, grabbing his hand, clicking your tongue as you examined the burns.
almost in a flash, romance’s skin goes back to normal in front of your very eyes and before you could react, you feel romance intertwine his hand with yours, his other one coming to sandwich your hand between his.
“my lover…” romance trails off, “i apologize for making you feel that way. it was never my intention.” you still wouldn’t look at him. romance, still kneeling, places a kiss on your hand.
“you are the only one to receive the highest severity of my affections. i’m sorry for making you doubt that. thank you for letting me know.” he says as he places another tender kiss on your knuckles, his lips staying on your skin for longer.
“let me make it up to you?”
before you could even respond, he whisks you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom, wrapping you in your fluffy blankets and playing your comfort show as he cuddles you on the bed.
he’d spend his entire lifetime just to show you that only you mattered to him.
mystery:
something about your boyfriend is that he is feral. almost like a rabid dog if you’re being honest. but all rabid dogs eventually soften up and become affectionate to their owners, and it was no doubt that mystery fell into that category, he hated other people but he loved being around you.
however, he shows his love in the form of biting. and (un)fortunately for you, your skin became his favorite chew toy.
your skin became a canvas showcasing different shades of red, blue and purple, teeth indents scattered around from your arm, to your thighs even on your cheeks.
you can barely move without any soreness, and you can’t even be mad. you loved mystery and you loved that he loved you just as equally.
but your body needs a break. you fear that your skin might actually not recover. and it wasn’t as if you haven’t asked your boyfriend nicely. in fact, the fact that they’re just bruises instead of teeth indents was already an improvement.
you just needed a break.
the saja boys arrived back home after a fansigning event, mystery headed straight to his room, where you were in so that he could recharge, only for him to literally fall on his knees as he sees you sleeping on the couch, a ring of salt drawn around it.
you were awoken to a whimper. your bleary eyes blinked to see your boyfriend with a pout on his face as his eyes were trained to you.
“why are you doing this?” you unconsciously pout at the sad tone mystery uses.
“myst, come on. my skin needs a break! there’s more bruises than skin.” you say as you gestured to your arms.
“you know, people would think you’re hurting me.” you say in passing and you can see mystery tense up.
“i would never hurt y—” “i know!” you cut him off, “but walking around with these marks would make people think otherwise.”
“but… that’s my way to show you affection. i love seeing my marks on you.” if mystery were to hypothetically have dog ears, it would be flat against his head right now as he looks at you with a sad expression.
you bit your lip, feeling your resolve chip away as you can see the distance between the two of you affect him.
before you could even think of an appropriate response, mystery hisses as he forces his way in the ring of salt.
“mystery!” you say, moving to break it but mystery snarls at you. “no, i need to know the pain my bites bring you.”
“mystery, your bite only stays for a few days, i don’t need you burning yourself alive for me!” you say as you swiped away the salt, taking mystery in your arms as you tried soothing the burn on his skin.
mystery’s lips tremble. “so… i’m not allowed to bite you anymore?”
you part his bangs, placing a kiss on his forehead, thinking of a compromise.
“how about… whenever you bite me, i bite back? that way, you can feel ” mystery’s head perks up, a small smile forming on his face as he gives you a curt nod.
you moved first, placing a gentle bite on his arm, mystery purrs happily before he chomps down on yours.
“myst, too hard!”
“..sorry.”
needless to say, there was work that needed to be done but the marks on your skin noticeably lessened.
baby:
you knew that baby rarely showed his affection and that the fact that you were his lover should’ve been enough. but lately, it felt like you were the only one exerting effort in your relationship and it was beginning to take a toll on you.
you decided on giving him the same treatment back.
you barely brushed a kiss on his cheek, you don't hug him back when he hugs you goodbye and you even resorted to sleeping in the guest room.
baby thought nothing of it, in fact, when you fall asleep, he sneaks in the guest room to drape an arm on your waist and hold you. but you don’t realize it as he wakes up and leaves before you.
you weren’t getting the point across. actually, baby thought your avoidant ways were adorable.
you needed to change your ways and do something even more drastic.
the saja boys just finished a grueling dance practice and baby wanted nothing to do but rest in your arms, maybe even ask how your day has been.
he was well aware that he was putting strain on your relationship by not giving the effort you deserved. he knows that his upcoming comeback was no excuse. but today marked the last day before the comeback’s release, the group was given a week to recuperate before promotions, and baby knew that he’d spend all ten thousand and eighty minutes glued to you, but who was counting?
he clicks his tongue as he enters the room, seeing a ring of salt around the bed where you lay, scrolling through your phone.
“this is how we’re playing now?” baby asked, you looked up, staring straight at him, voice monotone as you responded.
“go away, baby.”
the blue haired demon only smirks as he rounds the bed, toeing slightly at the salt ring, chuckling as his boot sizzles against it.
“really? where’d you get this technique, the dark web?” he says sarcastically. “are you planning to exorcise me in my sleep too?”
you huff, crossing your arms.
“it’s keeping you away, so it’s working even if you make fun of me!”
“what brought this on, sweetheart?”
“dunno.” you answered, lying down and turning away from him. “go away.”
baby stays quiet, too quiet that you didn’t even know if he was still in the room, but you didn’t wanna turn and check if he’s still inside the room.
you sigh sadly to yourself, you didn’t even know where this back and forth was going because it was obvious to you that baby didn’t see what was wrong and why you were acting that way.
“hey.” you let out a screech as arms wrap around your waist, turning you around and pulling you flush against your boyfriend’s chest.
“w-wh— how? what?” you sputtered out your words as baby smiles mischievously.
“the thing about salt rings is that… there’s always gonna be a portion that’s drawn thinly.” he says as he gestures towards the foot of the bed.
“seems like you overlooked that, babe.” you clicked your tongue but went limp in his hold nonetheless.
“now,“ baby starts. “do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing on your skin. you don’t face him as you answer.
“i felt like i was being neglected by you.” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “and i didn’t know how to bring it up because you were always so busy and–” baby cuts you off with a soft kiss on your forehead.
“‘m sorry.” he says, voice matching yours. “it was unfair to you, i know. i’ll do better.” you couldn’t shake the sincerity from his voice as he forces you to look at his golden eyes.
“you’re always welcome to talk to me, i’ll make time for you, always, okay?” he presses a kiss on your chin, “i’m sorry.” a kiss on your cheek.
“i’ll do better.” another kiss on your forehead.
“i don’t deserve you.” finally, a kiss on your lips. you reciprocate, not knowing that tears were slowly slipping from your closed eyes.
you didn’t realize that you were overthinking for nothing and that you didn’t need to go to such lengths, but baby understands. baby made an oath to himself to never make you feel this way again.
he promises to never be the cause of your tears ever again.
note/s: can you tell i lost the plot somewhere around baby's part... i'm sorry i'll do better in other fics ik this isn't my best one lol BUT if you have any saja boys requests feel free to drop them in my inbox! i wanna write more but no prompt is coming to mind </3
Parts: Characterizations | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
SoulBond!AU
Pairings: Yandere!Saja Boys x F!Reader
Synopsis: You were never supposed to remember them.
Four hundred years ago, a pact was made—a blood-soaked bond tying five demons to one human soul: yours.
They’ve waited lifetimes for your reincarnation, cursed with obsession, tethered by fate.
And now that you’ve returned?
They’ll burn the world before they let you go again.
Warnings: Soul bond with the Saja Boys, Yandere themes!, soulbonding without full consent, obsessive behavior / possessiveness, mild stalking, romantic psychological tension, mentions of implied past death / reincarnation, intense emotional fixation, yearning, non-graphic threats of harm from a third party (Gwi Ma).
Author's notes: Hey guys! My first fic on Tumblr. I've been deep in a hole for Saja boys x Reader fics and have been inspired by all the ones currently out. Thought I'd give it a go and make my own. This is also just me purely projecting my fantasies (lol). But will post more on this story and will make more parts!
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The Saja boys are all demons.
They are wrath and ruin. Jealousy and death.
And yet, before her, they kneel.
Because she is the Heart.
Because her soul is what keeps them from unraveling into true monsters.
Because they were bound by her love and her curse.
They don’t just crave her—they depend on her. Without her presence, their minds deteriorate. Their bodies decay. Their hunger becomes unbearable.
Only Y/N’s touch tames the demon inside.
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A Sudden Encounter
You’re just… tired.
You work long shifts at a cramped little gallery café in Hongdae. Your boss forgets to pay you on time. Rent’s due. Your roommate’s a ghost (figuratively). Your family doesn’t call.
It’s not tragic. Just quietly heavy. Most days are filled with the same mundane routine. The stress of adulting weighs in on you most nights making you feel more fatigued than you should.
Your art is the only thing that feels like yours—until it doesn’t. Lately, even your sketches look like someone else’s memories. The past few weeks of downtime have been spent sketching images you vaguely recognize from dreams you forgot you even had.
You walk through life like it’s background noise.
Then, one afternoon, on the way to grab milk and instant ramen…you hear music on the street.
Lugging your grocery trolley (because god knows you don’t have the strength to carry a week’s worth of grocery bags on your arms), you spot that a crowd has gathered in the plaza. The atmosphere buzzes with excitement. People are pushing each other to get a view of whatever it was that was making the crowd go nuts.
Curiosity gets the best of you, and next thing you know you’re walking towards the center of the square. Grocery trolley rolling behind you. Someone steps on it, warranting a quick “Sorry” and they scurry to the front. You turn your head forward to see whatever it was they desperately wanted to see.
You stop.
Up on a raised platform, five boys move like a single body—synchronized, supernatural, magnetic. Their colorful outfits shimmer under the lights, a kaleidoscope of sugar-rush perfection. The crowd is screaming, but all you hear is the song—“Soda Pop”—sickeningly sweet and pulsing like thunder in your chest.
You don’t recognize them.
Were they new? A secret debut? A niche group you missed?
And then you see them.
The Saja Boys. Five gorgeous faces, carved out of dreams and danger, singing like they already know you.
Your heart stutters.
Front and center is the one with the jet-black hair and fire behind his smile. His eyes sweep the crowd like he owns it—until they lock on you. And then it’s like the world tips sideways.
You can’t breathe.
Something ancient uncoils in your ribcage—a thread pulling taut, like it’s found its anchor.
The stage beneath them morphs—no, rises—into a giant soda can, and the absurdity nearly makes you laugh, but the pressure in your chest is louder.
The song ends. The crowd erupts. They strike their final poses like gods frozen mid-conquest. And still—he’s looking at you. Right at you.
He lifts a hand, brushes off his shoulder like he’s dusting you into place. “That’s it for now,” he says to the crowd.
His speaking voice slides down your spine like silk dipped in fire. Familiar. Impossible.
“See you tonight on everyone’s favorite variety show…” His gaze doesn’t waver. “Saja Boys love you!”
You don’t know how you’re still standing. The other members turn too—one by one, their expressions shifting. Eyes no longer playful. They’re looking at you like they remember something you haven’t yet.
And then—pink smoke.
They vanish.
You’re left in a sea of people, lungs hollow, skin prickling like it’s just been marked.
You don’t know who they are. You don’t know what just happened. But your hands are shaking on the trolley handle. And you’re sprinting home like something inside you just woke up and started screaming.
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They apparated back into the apartment in a burst of cold smoke.
Jinu collapsed first.
Not into a chair. Not onto the couch. He sank straight to the floor.
Hands tangled in his hair, breath shallow. Like the air couldn’t reach deep enough. Like he’d been holding it for centuries. His voice cracked like something ancient being unearthed.
“It’s her.”
Romance was already pacing the length of the living room, long strides restless, fingers tugging at his shirt collar like it was choking him. “I—I thought I was hallucinating,” he muttered. “Some kind of cruel glamour. A mirage. But the bond—” His voice shook. “The bond snapped tight.”
Abby dropped into the couch, the cushions barely softening the weight of his frame. His knuckles were white, gripping his thighs. “I felt her heartbeat.” He looked up, dazed. Wild. “During the bridge—our hearts matched. I know it was her.”
Mystery hadn’t moved. He stood near the window, face shadowed, fists clenched so tight his nails carved into skin. His lips were moving in a near-silent whisper—over and over like a broken prayer.
“She’s scared… she doesn’t remember… but she felt it. She felt it.”
Baby sat furthest from them all, on the floor beside the armchair. Blood dripped from his palm—he didn’t seem to notice. Eyes wide. Hollow. Haunted.
Like seeing you broke the silence inside him. Like he’d finally found the ghost that’d been crawling under his skin for lifetimes.
No one breathed. The room felt cracked. Like a single touch would shatter it.
Abby ran a hand down his face. “What do we do?” He was still staring at his hands. Still disbelieving. “Is this a trick? Is Gwi Ma playing with us again? Using her face to haunt us?”
Jinu looked up slowly, lashes damp, lips pale. He bit the nail of his thumb, the taste of anxiety sharp on his tongue.
“We wait,” he said softly. “We plan.”
Romance scoffed, but there was no humor in it. He was trembling as he smiled.
“We charm.”
Mystery let out a low snarl. “We go to her. She’s alone. She’s hurting. I can feel her.”
And then—finally—Baby spoke. Just one line.
Quiet. Final. Unshakable.
“We take her back.”
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You curl up on your couch with a microwaved dinner, phone propped up on a cushion. You don’t normally watch idol shows. But…
You press play.
They’re charming. Playful. Competitive. Too beautiful. Too perfect. You watch them struggle with the hot sauce challenge, lips curling upwards at some of the boys’ faces.
Your chest aches.
You don’t know them. But you can’t look away.
When they joke, you laugh. When they flirt with the camera, your stomach flips. When Baby stares dead into the lens, you freeze.
You watch as Baby wins the spicy challenge, somehow a part of you knew he would. You couldn’t explain why. You watch as Huntrix makes a surprise appearance. You weren’t a crazed fanatic or anything, but you did enjoy their music. When they bowed at each other, a part of your chest ached. You don’t know why, but something didn’t sit well with you seeing the boys interact with the girl group. Why? You had no claim over them. You felt like you were going crazy.
You don’t sleep that night.
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Later that night, after filming wraps…
The Saja Boys find themselves ambushed by Huntrix—Rumi, Zoey, and Mira—demon-hunting girls who are too fast, too smart, and too close to the truth.
The boys run, Jinu being caught into a fight with Rumi which leads to him finding out her secret. A Hunter who’s part demon. He gives it some thought as he walks out of the bath house. Then, his thoughts shift to you.
Did you watch the show tonight? What were you doing right now? Did you remember him at all?
Then suddenly he’s pulled into Gwi Ma’s chamber.
Smoke. Fire. Screams locked in stone. The demons are cheering for the boys, now in their demon forms. Gwi Ma sings the chorus of Soda Pop.
“It’s catchy”
He brings up Rumi- the hunter who bears his mark. He tells Jinu he has no control over her. Jinu remains curious, telling him that he can find out her shame and use it against her to bring the Hunters down.
Then, Gwi Ma’s flames rise. The tension in the air thickens as the four other boys on the ground below are brought to stand next to Jinu before the Demon King.
“However, I sense that you’ve lost your focus,” the Demon king hisses. His flames grow —and conjures a mirage image of you, asleep in bed, cheek pressed to your pillow. The boys tense at the sight of you.
Their anger rises. They don’t like that you’re being presented to them like this- in front of all demons to see. Of course- everyone else in the Demon realm had an inkling- an idea of what you were to the five. It was unspoken, a rumor that spread throughout the years - that they had tied their ancient souls to a human hundreds of years ago. But no details of that pact had been known. And now, the boys were livid as every demon knew your face.
Abby grit his teeth, immediately standing and stepping forward. He didn’t want any other demons seeing you, gazing at what was his. “Don’t-!”
Jinu grabbed his shoulder back, willing his friend to calm down, even though he was struggling to contain his own anger.
“That girl... is she going to be a problem? A… distraction?” His voice was teasing. A sickeningly playful tone meant to mock them.
The boys bristle, their jaws clenched as they see the demon king’s image of you. You- who was so precious to them. Jinu steps forward, eyes hard. “She is ours. You made it so. The pact cannot be undone.”
Gwi Ma’s image of you faded and the boys all visibly relaxed, though still tense.
Gwi Ma spoke once again, voice teasing. “You remember, don’t you, Jinu? How you came crawling to me, weeping like a child the moment she died in your arms.”
Jinu’s eyes widened, haunted at the memory.
Gwi Ma continued. “You begged me to bring her back. But I gave you something better.
A deal.
Bind four others to her soul. Trap their power. Anchor her across lifetimes—and I’d let her return.
And you did it.
You found them. Broken little things. Monsters like you. You forced the bond. You made her the center of your madness.
You cursed her to be wanted. Needed. Torn apart by obsession.
All for what?
To share her?
To watch her slip through your fingers again and again?”
The boys visibly grew more tense with every word he uttered. Romance grit his teeth, and Baby’s nails dug so deep into his palms they began to bleed again. They were monsters who desperately clung to the only light they had. Demons who tainted the purest thing they had ever laid eyes on. The guilt. The shame. All weigh heavy on their hearts, but not as heavy as their deep desire for you.
Gwi Ma continued. “No matter how close she gets… she’ll never truly be yours.
But if you succeed—if you finish what I told you to—maybe I’ll give her to you.
All of you.
For good.”
Their heads snapped up at that. Disbelief and false hope gleaming in their yellow demon eyes.
Gwi Ma’s flames shift to a smile as he saw their non-subtle desperation. “Then here’s my offer.”
“Succeed. Harvest the souls before the Honmoon seals, bring down the hunters. Do your job. And I’ll let her live.”
“Fail… and I rip her from the cycle. She’ll never be reborn again.”
The boys snap their heads up. Shock, desperation, and fury ablaze on their faces. He wouldn’t dare. The boys don’t speak. But silent thoughts race through their heads. They wouldn’t have to wait centuries for you? All the endless years of loneliness and suffering… if they succeeded, they’d be gone. And you would be theirs. Fully. No more dying, no more waiting. Theirs, for all eternity.
The offer was weighing heavy in their minds. But it wasn’t even a question. How far would they go to have you? The answer was that there were no limits. No lines they wouldn’t cross. No world they wouldn’t burn to keep you.
They just kneel, a silent agreement.
They’ve waited centuries. They can wait a little longer.
But this time, they won’t just protect you.
They’ll possess you.
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The boys apparated back to their apartment in silence.
No music. No lights. Just the faint, cold glow of Seoul’s skyline spilling through the penthouse glass like a wound that never closed.
They didn’t speak. They couldn’t. The memory of Gwi Ma’s offer still echoed like ash in their throats. The price was steep, yes—but the reward?
You.
Untouched by his claws.
Unwatched.
Unmanipulated.
Free.
If they could ensure your soul was yours—and theirs—forever… they would pay that price a thousand times over. So they agreed. Without hesitation. Without question. Now they sat in the dark, five demons and the shape of a girl in their hearts.
It was Abby who cracked first. “She looked cold,” he muttered.
His elbows rested on his knees, large hands clenched together so tightly the skin over his knuckles had gone pale. He wasn’t looking at the others. Just the floor. Somewhere past it. Somewhere where you had been.
“She looked cold in that vision. Like she hadn’t been held in years.” He swallowed thickly. “I’d keep her warm. She’d never feel cold again. Not even for a second.” His voice broke near the end.
“She should’ve been with us.” Romance was standing by the tall windows, framed in moonlight, arms crossed tight like he was holding his chest together. “She doesn’t even remember us,” he said softly. “We’re strangers again.”
He tried to sound nonchalant—but his voice cracked on ‘again’.
Baby didn’t move from the couch. His legs were crossed, jaw tight, nails digging crescent moons into his thigh. “Then we make her remember.” He looked up. Eyes black.
“Tie her down if we have to.”
No one told him to take it back. Because all of them had thought it.
From the corner, curled on a throw blanket like a resting animal, Mystery breathed out a long, aching sigh. He was clutching something close to his chest. Your scarf. One from a lifetime ago. The threadbare edges frayed, carrying a scent only he still recognized. He’d stolen it then, kept it hidden through each century. He never let it burn.
“She cried last night,” he whispered. The room went still. “I felt it.”
They turned.
“She misses us,” he said. His voice was too soft for the size of his pain. “Even if she doesn’t know why. Even if her brain doesn’t remember—her soul does. She sees us in dreams. She reaches out.”
No one doubted him. Mystery had always been the tether. The first to feel you across lives. The first to know. He curled tighter around the scarf like it could bring you back. “She reaches,” he whispered. “But we’re not there.”
Silence again.
Then Jinu stood. The weight of four centuries in every breath he took. He moved like a monarch of grief—shoulders squared, spine straight, eyes dark and steady.
“We need a plan,” he said. The words dropped like stone. “No chaos. No claiming. Not yet.” His gaze passed over each of them, firm.
“We woo her. Win her. Make her feel safe.”
Abby let out a bitter snarl. “I don’t want to pretend. I want to take her.”
Jinu’s jaw tensed.
“So do I,” he said. “But not if it means she runs. Not if she thinks we’re monsters.”
“Are we not?” Baby asked coldly. But it wasn’t really a challenge. It was despair.
“We’re hers,” Jinu replied. “That’s all that matters.”
The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was thick with agreement. Each boy looked down. And one by one, they nodded. For now, they’d wait. But not forever.
You would remember.
You would come back.
And when you did— You’d never be allowed to leave again.
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You didn’t know why you were out this late.
You told yourself it was for a snack. The cold night air. The glow of convenience store signs. But the truth was burrowed beneath your ribs—tight, restless, and waiting. Something inside you itched, tugged. Like an invisible string pulling you down familiar streets.
You turned the corner and froze.
“Y/N?”
A voice. Soft, velvety, soaked in a sadness you didn’t understand. You looked up.
Jinu.
Standing beneath a flickering streetlight like a secret carved out of the night. Hoodie loose over his frame. Hair tousled, moonlight catching in the strands. His eyes locked with yours.
Your breath caught.
He took a step forward, hands raised slightly—like approaching a wounded animal. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said gently. “I just… recognized you.”
Recognized? Your heart began to pound. Hard. “How do you know my name?” you asked.
Jinu smiled. But it wasn’t cocky or flirty. It was aching. “Because it’s the only name that ever mattered to me.”
And that’s when it happened. A flicker behind your eyes. No—it wasn’t a flicker.
It was a memory. A feeling. A lifetime cracking through your skull like thunder.
You saw him.
Not here. Not in this hoodie, not on this street. But in crimson silk beneath a palace moon. A hanbok embroidered in gold, eyes lined with kohl. He reached for you across a garden of foxglove. Your name spilled from his lips like scripture.
And then—
“Y/N.”
Another voice. Close. Too close. Romance stepped beside you, holding a book. One from your wishlist. The exact one you’d looked at two days ago online and never bought.
You took it in trembling hands. His voice dropped to a murmur. “Because I’ve been whispering it for hundreds of years.”
The world spun.
Another vision. His fingers on yours. A past version of you, crying. Him kissing your knuckles in the candlelight.
“Because I’ve never stopped saying it,” Abby said now, appearing at your side, holding— Your scarf. The one that went missing days ago. “Even when you weren’t alive to hear it.”
FLASH.
There was blood on his hands. A blade meant for you. Abby standing between it and your body, screaming your name.
Your knees went weak. You staggered. The breath in your lungs turned jagged.
A gentle touch. Behind you.
Mystery. Quiet. Wide-eyed. Fingertips brushing the sleeve of your coat like he was afraid you’d dissolve.
“I’ve known your name longer than you have,” he whispered.
You blinked—
And you were in the mountains. Your hands small. Younger. A fox curled against your legs. You were humming. He was warm. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
Across the street— Baby. Still. Watching. Eyes black as obsidian. And then—
The fire.
A palace burning. Bodies. You, screaming. Baby dragging corpses away with one hand while shielding you with the other.
You gasped. Your vision blurred. Your hands shook. You didn’t know if you were crying. But you felt like you were breaking.
Romance reached out, arm around your shoulders, steadying your frame.
“She’s remembering,” Mystery said, voice trembling. “She’s starting to remember.”
You didn’t hear them clearly. Your ears rang. Your body pulsed like a struck bell. Romance’s forehead pressed to yours, voice like velvet and ashes. “We missed you,” he breathed. “So much it drove us mad.”
Abby was pacing now, unable to stay still. His eyes burned. “You smell like home,” he choked. “I forgot what that felt like.”
Baby hadn’t moved, but he looked like he might lunge. His fists were clenched. His shoulders tight. His jaw locked.
His eyes were nothing but shadow.
He wanted you.
Jinu stepped forward, palm raised like a commandment. “Stop,” he said. Sharp. Firm. “She’s scared.”
He was right. You were. Tears blurred your eyes. The world spun again. “Who… who are you?” you asked, barely a whisper. “What do you want from me?”
Abby took one step. “We’re yours,” he said, voice low.
Jinu caught his arm. “Abby—”
“You were ours,” Romance added, lips brushing your temple. “You will be again.”
“No—no, this isn’t real—this can’t be—” You backed up. “You’re crazy.”
You looked into their eyes for the first time. And your blood ran cold.
Not human.
They were glowing. Amber. Topaz. Garnet. Glasses of gold and rage and want.
You didn’t think—you ran. Your footsteps slammed into the alleyway pavement. Breath heaving. Vision swimming. You ran like your soul was on fire.
And behind you— They didn’t follow.
They stood, the five of them, like statues in mourning. Longing. Rage. Grief. Hunger.
Mystery whimpered once.
Baby’s fists dripped blood from his own grip.
“We scared her,” Jinu muttered, teeth grit. Shame painting his face. “We were supposed to make her feel safe.” His voice was raw.
“She looked at us like we were monsters.” Abby slammed a fist into the wall. “She didn’t even recognize me.”
Romance still watched the alley’s end where your shadow had vanished. His lips curled into something bittersweet. “Not yet,” he said. “But she will.”
The other boys turned. He smiled wider. Devastating. Determined. “Now?”
His voice dropped.
“We seduce her.”
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You don’t remember getting home. One moment you were running. The next, your apartment door slammed shut behind you. You locked it. Bolted it. Double-checked it.
Then you fell.
Not gracefully—like a collapse, like a marionette whose strings had been severed. You’re curled on the floor now, your fingers tangled in the hem of your clothes, your back pressed to the side of the bed. Shaking. Silent. Your chest is heaving, but the air doesn’t reach your lungs. You’re not crying because you’re sad.
You’re crying because you’re losing your mind. Every time you close your eyes… they’re there.
Jinu in royal silk, kneeling in the blood-soaked courtyard of a Joseon palace—his eyes hollow, your lifeless hand in his lap.
Romance cradling your head by a lake turned black from poison—screaming into your mouth like he could breathe life back into you.
Abby roaring over a field of corpses—his armor cracked, clutching you as smoke swallowed the sky.
Mystery baring his fangs at priests dragging you away—his form shifting between beast and boy, voice howling your name like a prayer.
And Baby—oh god.
Baby in a burning chamber, crawling toward your corpse through ash. His smile was carved wrong, twitching, shattered—his arms cradling your body like a doll as fire devoured the world around him.
You cover your ears. You curl tighter. Your bones ache. “These aren’t mine,” you whisper. “They aren’t mine—”
But they feel like they are.
The grief. The rage. The longing. The love. Too much love. It presses against your ribs like a dam waiting to crack. And deep—deep—within your chest… something stirs. Something ancient. Something hungry.
You drag yourself under the blankets. Trembling. Numb. You don’t sleep. Sleep claims you.
And you never hear the figures outside your window. Five of them. Silent on the balcony.
Jinu’s hand is on the glass, forehead pressed lightly to the cold. His eyes are shut, breath fogging the surface. He had to see you. Just once more. Even if it killed him.
Romance stands beside him, one hand in his coat pocket, the other pressed to his lips like he might say something—but doesn’t. He just watches. Unblinking.
Abby paces behind them, boots scuffing against concrete. Every noise inside your room makes his head whip toward the door. He wants to kick it down. Drag you into his arms. Keep you warm. Keep you close.
Mystery is curled beside the potted plants. His ears twitch. His claws dig into the concrete. He hears your breathing. He knows when your sleep shifts. He knows you’re dreaming.
And Baby— Baby stands furthest from the glass. He doesn't move.Just stares at your sleeping form through the sheer curtain. His eyes are too wide. His hands are in his pockets, but the blood dripping from them gives him away. He clenches his jaw. He had wanted to go after you. To hold you. To punish anyone who scared you. But Jinu made them promise.
No chaos. Not yet. They all told themselves they were here to make sure you got home safe. But deep down, none of them believed that. They were here because they needed to see you one last time. Because you were in their veins now.
Because the bond was waking.
And soon—you’d be theirs again.
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Author's note: Let me know if you guys enjoyed this? I plan to expand more into the backstories as their relationship develops. I've got characterizations up just for a teaser that I might post tonight. :) With love,Willa x.
A/N: Wow. Okay this got a lot more attention than I expected it to in three days. Sorry this part took me a little longer to write but it has one-on-one interactions with each member, that’s why it’s longer than the other parts.
Also, sorry but I’ve reached the maximum number of mentions I can have in the tag list so the tag list is closed!
By majority vote, I will be giving the Saja Boys Korean names so depending on the situation and point of view, they’ll either be referred to as their stage names or their Korean names.
If you guys have any ideas for outtakes, leave them in the comments below!
TW: I needed some way for the reader’s stress to manifest, like how Rumi struggles to sing as the pattern progresses. This manifested as a form of self mutilation, mostly just scratching when stressed or anxious. Insecurity and self deprecating thoughts ahead as well!
Edit (7/11/25): Please do not steal or plagiarize my work, I worked hard on this series and have a lot of pride in it.
Word Count: 6,388
Baby: Jum (king)
Romance: Chungae (noble and love)
Mystery: Hyeon (virtuous, worthy, able)
Abby: Kwan (one who is strong)
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The four boys knew that they had to talk to Jinu about what they found out about (Y/n) and, by default, her sister the hunter. But, they were summoned by Gwi Ma before they had a chance to. They appeared in the middle of a crowd of cheering demons so the boys fell into their idol personas, smiling and pandering to the crowd.
They couldn’t help how their chests clenched when Gwi Ma forced them back into their demon forms.
And then Jinu joined them, standing at the top of the mountain before Gwi Ma’s fire. “One of the Hunters and her sister bears my mark, but I have no control over them.”
The four boys shared looks with each other out of the corners of their eyes. Gwi Ma was in their heads, of course he already knew.
“That’s good. This means that they have shame. We’ll find out what it is and we can use it to destroy the Hunters for good,” Jinu plotted with a sly smirk.
“I’ve taught you well, Jinu.”
Gwi Ma dismissed the five boys back to the human world and they popped to the place they shared. “Hey, boss, we should talk about what we’re gonna do.”
The five spread across the living area, Kwan laying across the couch as Chungae picked up his legs so he could sit before replacing Kwan legs.
Jum sat on the ground, scrolling through his phone like he didn’t care but his eyes kept glancing up and around at the others.
Hyeon sat on the arm of the couch, picking at his lip even though he shouldn’t. It was hard to get used to not having his tusks anymore… It’s kinda become a tick at this point.
Jinu stood in front of them, “We need to find out what shame the Hunter and her sister have. To do that, we need to get close to them, make them comfortable around us.”
“You’ve had the most interaction with the Hunter, right? So she’ll be more open to you I think,” Chungae mused thoughtfully.
“But, there isn’t just one of us that the sister has spent more time with,” Jum pointed out.
None of the boys wanted to admit that they each knew your name, it would mean admitting that you had caught at least a little bit of their attention, enough to remember you.
“Well, I was the one that carried her tonight,” Chungae flipped his hair, smiling smugly.
“Hey hey, I was the one she was flirting with during the fight. And she was eyeing my abs so I should talk to her,” Kwan crossed his arms, nudging Chungae’s stomach with his foot.
“I was the one who won the spicy challenge, I feel like I should be the one to get close to her,” Jum added his own input.
Hyeon wanted to add his own argument but he didn’t think knowing your scent would really go in his favor… But his jaw itched to sink his teeth into your skin. Gently! He just wanted to bite you… affectionately…
Jinu pinched the bridge of his nose. He could see where the four were coming from and he was a bit disappointed that he already had the role of getting close to the Hunter but he couldn’t do anything about it. You were so cute when you were flustered too…
“You can all take a try at it, it’s four chances of her opening up to one of you so it should be fine. Just don’t overwhelm her or it’ll look sketchy,” Jinu told them. He dug through the stationary they had around, writing out a note for Derpy and his bird friend to deliver to the Hunter.
“I’m heading out.”
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‘Was it bad that you were glad the girls hadn’t caught up to the Saja Boys…?’
You had run back to the Huntr/x tower, looking ridiculous with your arms inside your sweatshirt to cover your arms and very thankful that there weren’t any civilians out then. You tapped your foot impatiently as the elevator took you up and then you sprinted to your room to put on a different sweatshirt with a high neck tank top under to cover the marks spreading up your neck.
The girls were a few minutes behind you. You changed just in time to greet them with your first aid kit.
Rumi burst out of the elevator with a cry of your name, “You’re okay, right?!” She grabbed your arms, scanning you over frantically, checking for bruises or scratches.
“Those dirty playing demons,” Zoey fumed, stomping with her arms crossed childishly. “You are okay though, right, (Y/n)?”
Mira huffed, following the other two out of the elevator, “She’s fine guys, she doesn’t have a scratch.” You didn’t miss how her eyes scanned over you though, making sure that you really were alright.
“What were you thinking?!” Rumi stressed, grabbing your face in her hands to pull you closer to her. “Going after them?! You could’ve been hurt! You could’ve been…!” Rumi trailed off, the words stuck in her throat.
You could’ve been found out. Your pattern could’ve been seen. You’d have to tell Rumi later that the boys had ripped your sleeves.
But for now, you smiled with a light laugh, “I’m fine, Rumi, I promise. Let me patch you guys up, you guys look a little… eesh.” You grimaced as you took a good look at all the scratches on their faces. They were not offended, they completely understood.
The girls relaxed and let you tend to their scratches and bruises before going to change into lounge clothes and then coming back to see the Honmoon.
Thankfully, they bought your explanation that you lost the boys due to Gwi Ma summoning them and had headed back to the tower to wait for them, you had explained while you patched them up.
The girls stood at the window, looking at the red corrupting the Honmoon as you put the first aid supplies away and moved to the kitchen. You glanced at them with furrowed brows as you got out the ingredients for kimbap.
Then the elevator came up with Bobby, “Girls?”
The girls whipped out their compacts to aggressively cover the wounds on their faces and turned to greet him, “Hey Bobby!”
You threw the first aid supplies in one of the cupboards as you shook your head. You couldn’t help but find it amusing how well trained they were by now in covering up scrapes and bruises from their hunting.
You heard Bobby swiping through TikTok, and couldn’t help the way your shoulders bounced as the chorus of Soda Pop played on a loop.
“Zoey!”
“Bobby! Control those shoulders!”
You froze awkwardly. At least they hadn’t caught you… You focused on making the kimbap a little more aggressively, your head ducked down to avoid attention. It was such a catchy song…
You hunched down further when Rumi started plotting an aggressive diss track to perform at the International Idol Awards.
“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!”
“Mira, the choreography?”
“Yup. Making them hotter.”
“Backup dancers, ready to go.”
“(Y/n),” you gave a strained smile at the sudden call of your name, standing at attention and thankfully not cutting your fingers with the knife in your hand. “Visuals?”
“Already making a mental Pinterest board!”
“Team of designers, ready for your call!”
“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!”
You bit back a grimace as the girls started raging enthusiastically.
“Yeah!”
“Yeah!”
“YeaHHH!”
“YeahHHH!”
“…”
“YEAHHH!!”
And then they ran off to their rooms to get started or rest or something… You sighed, carrying the plate of finished kimbap rolls over to stand next to Bobby to stare flatly after them.
Welp. More for you. You held out the plate to Bobby, “Kimbap?”
“Oh, thanks (Y/n)!”
You wrapped up the rest of the rolls except for one, taking it with you. You paused at Rumi’s door, raising your hand to knock. But you hesitated.
You should tell Rumi that the Saja Boys saw your pattern. Them knowing was a threat because then they also knew that Rumi had patterns too. But… maybe they would just think you were the only one with a demon pattern…? You’d have to talk to them.
So you lowered your hand and kept walking to your room. You shut the door behind you, almost screaming in surprise when a hand slapped over your mouth and dragged you out your balcony door and jumped up to the roof of the tower.
When they released you, you took a deep breath and scrambled away to put distance between you and your kidnapper. “You gotta stop doing that!”
Romance couldn’t help but chuckle, waving his hands disarmingly, “Sorry sorry, I just wanted to chat with you.”
You bit your lip. They knew about your pattern. “About what?” You asked, on guard.
“Your pattern.” There it is. “You’re part demon.”
“So what?” You snapped defensively, hugging your arms even though you knew your skin was covered.
“I was curious,” He admitted openly, brushing some hair out of his face as he leaned back against the edge of the small roof balcony. “You don’t hear him, do you?”
“No. W-wait, who?” You backpedaled, you had refused on instinct and then you registered what he said.
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.”
You loosened from your defensive pose, surprised by the vulnerable look on his face. He didn’t seem to want to hurt you, so you relaxed and leaned against the edge behind you, keeping your distance for now.
“Shame?” You echoed curiously.
He 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 as you gasped softly. Your own pattern started glowing through your clothes, “You do too, sweetheart…”
Your grip tightened on his hand. You looked down as your heart squeezed painfully. Yeah… you do…
“Romance—“
“Call me Chungae,” He interrupted you softly.
“Chungae. You… you guys won’t tell the others, right? Rumi… Rumi and I aren’t ready yet, but… we want to be the ones to tell them…” You hesitantly asked through stumbling words. They knew. They must know that you and Rumi are part demon…
You couldn’t help but think of all the moments you’ve wanted to share your secret with Mira and Zoey. You want to go to the bathhouse with them. You want to go to the beach. You want to be able to wear your skin comfortably instead of the itching, crawling feeling you get at just the idea of wearing shorts or a tank top.
But it wasn’t your choice whether you told them or not. It wasn’t your secret to tell. It was Rumi’s.
Chungae 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.”
You couldn’t help but relax at the reassurance, your face warmer at his touch. These boys really weren’t evil, they were so… human.
You looked away, “You should go before the other girls come looking for me.”
Chungae couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your shy demeanor. How cute… It’s like the first time you met all over again, how cute and shy you were when the five of them invited you to their debut. “Of course.”
You gasped as he smoothly swept you into his arms and leapt down to your balcony as you bit back a shriek. When you got down from his arms, you couldn’t help but bend over with your hands on your knees, taking deep breaths to settle your heart from the shock of being carried down from one height to another. “Stop doing that!” You whisper shouted at him, disgruntled.
“Sorry sorry, darling, I’ll go now,” Chungae hopped up to the railing of your balcony, stopping to look over his shoulder at you, “Oh. You should know that the others are also interested in seeing you. Just a heads up.”
He smiled slyly before jumping and disappearing in a dramatic poof of demon magic. “Wait, huh!?”
You grabbed a pillow to scream into.
Oh wait. Your kimbap!
~~~
And they did.
The next day, you were out looking at fabrics for the visuals of the diss track the girls were working on. Something like their battle outfits would work good but with sharp color accents to make it pop and fit the stage. Less spikes too, a little less aggressive but fans will probably like the dark look. Maybe in a music video, the girls could use their weapons so then if they pull them out on stage, they just look like props and special effects…?
Oh. There’s a boy walking next to you.
“… Can I help you…?”
Hands stuffed in his pockets, looking around with a disinterested look but a spark of curiosity shone in his eyes underneath the hat hiding his features, “No. I’m good.”
“Okayyy… you do you, Baby” You decided to just keep going about your business as Baby followed at your side.
“Jum,” He corrected you.
“Uhm, okay, Jum…” You kept looking at the maknae out of the corner of your eye as he followed you into fabric shops, looking around curiously or scrolling on his phone as you talked with the owners.
“Hey,” You stopped on the sidewalk when Jum tugged on your sleeve, pointing over to a shop window, “What’s that?”
You looked over, “A cat cafe…?” You looked at him strangely. How old was he again…?
Jum was quiet for a moment. “Let’s go in.” He was already walking in before you could respond. You didn’t have to follow him, he had just decided to follow you after all, but—ughhhh!
You followed him in.
Going in, he looked like a lost kid. He was looking around at the tables and the people. “Welcome! How many people today and for how long?”
“Uhhh…”
You came up behind him, smiling at the host, “Table for two, just for an hour please.”
“Alright, right this way!”
Ah man, why did you follow him again…? Jum trailed after you as you followed the host into the sectioned off area to a booth by a window. “Someone will be by to take your order in a moment. Please feel free to give the cats treats!”
“Thank you!” You called after her as you sat, setting down your work bag as Jum slid into the seat across from you. He was staring. You followed his gaze to see he was in a staring contest with a black cat. You looked between the two of them, back and forth. It was kind of adorable.
“Pick what you want to order and then we can try and tempt some cats over.”
Jum didn’t know what to order. He was one of the few born in the demon realm, he had never been to the human realm before as the prince of a small territory. Not that the title mattered much with Gwi Ma ruling.
“If you wanna start simple, a coffee or hot chocolate would be good hot drinks. Or a vanilla or chocolate milkshake if you want something cold. For food, the sandwiches are good if you want something savory but the strawberry shortcake looks good for something sweet.”
You were almost tempted to recommend a soda pop for him but you’ve seen enough TikToks of fans giving them different sodas.
Jum took in the information you gave him with a hum, scanning over the menu again.
You ordered, Jum ended up getting a coffee and the strawberry shortcake. You almost laughed at the contrasting flavors he would be experiencing. But you pulled over the little container of cat treats, “Alright, let's see if we can get a few kitties over.”
Jum perked up at the same time as some of the cats as the container clinked as you opened it. Three cats hurried over, and you couldn’t help but laugh brightly as they jumped up on the bench to climb in your lap and over your shoulders, nuzzling your face cutely for treats. “Hey, settle down! You’ll get your treats!”
Jum’s face softened at the sight. You laughing so carelessly, smiling brightly as the fluffy creatures swarmed around you while your face flushed with joy. He couldn’t help but sneak a few photos and sent one to the Saja chat smugly. He ignored the chat as it started going off.
The two of you played with the cats for a while. The wondrous look on Jum’s face as he first pet a cat was adorable and you really wanted to take a picture but the girls were always taking selfies on the first phone they could grab. You couldn’t risk them seeing it.
You had the same urge when you saw his face as he first tasted his coffee and then his cake. It was soooo adorable…
Before the two of you went your separate ways, Jum quietly told you that he wouldn’t spill your secret.
~~~
You watched from backstage as the girls politely clapped on screen, the boys awarded as the top artist of the week. They were really starting to make progress on their diss track but you couldn’t help but distance yourself from the project. The lyrics that were unfolding made you uncomfortable in a different way from how Golden did.
Golden had lines about not hiding anymore and being honest but it just felt like a lie whenever Rumi sang it with the girls. But Takedown… was strictly about killing demons because they were evil, unfeeling monsters that didn’t deserve to live. It made your skin crawl and you couldn’t help but itch at your arms and neck from time to time when you heard them discussing it.
You turned to make your way back to the girls’ dressing room to meet them once the awards ended and they left the stage. You could hear clapping again, the awards must have ended. And then you were swept away. Into a closet.
‘What was with these guys?!’ You were pinned against a shelf of cleaning supplies, a thick arm caging you in above you. Another held out a flower to you. “Hey there, babe~”
You crossed your arms, looking up at him unimpressed. Well… there was a little flush on your cheeks. “Hi Abby. What is this, a shoujo manga?”
He tsked, smirking playfully down at you, “Come on, babe, can’t spare a guy a warmer welcome?”
“Not when he and his friends keep sweeping me away for their whims. What did you want?” You plucked the flower from his hand, rolling the stem between your fingers.
Abby chuckled, his arm flexing as he swept his hair out of his face. “Well, our two youngest got to spend some one-on-one time with you and I wanted my turn. Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”
You hesitated. And not for the reasons you should’ve. “I… I have to get dinner ready for the girls…”
“What are you, their housewife?” He raised a brow down at you.
You grimaced as the words hit a little close to home. Yeah, he hit the nail right on the head. “I guess… they can order take out tonight…”
“Yes! Come on, before the other boys catch up!” Abby cheered, taking your wrist and jogging out of the closet and to the nearest exit.
“Hey!”
“Abby!”
“No fair!” You heard the cries of the other Saja Boys behind you as he dragged you along. You chuckled. The other demon boys could easily catch up if they wanted to. But dang, you dropped your flower back there…
A few streets over, you stopped as Abby slowed down barely out of breath, in contrast to you who was panting like a dog. Oh man, you felt way too gross to be with this man right now.
“So… I actually don’t know any good spots to eat at…”
You laughed at his sheepish expression. “Come on, there are some good food stalls at the night market.”
Without thought, you took his hand and led the way. When you got there, it turned out that Abby wasn’t picky about his food at all and that he could pack away a lot of food. You guys went from stall to stall, you were amazed as Abby charmed the older sellers, chatting with them as if they had known each other for a long time. Whatever food you couldn’t finish, Abby happily did.
“What are you? Some demon trash disposal? Where does it all go?” You asked him as he finished off the last of the chicken skewers you both had been eating.
“Straight to my muscles of course,” He smirked, flexing cheekily with a wink.
You laughed and shoved him jokingly. Then, a curious thought occurred to you, “Hey Abby? Can I… ask what the demon realm is like?”
He blinked, surprised by the question but you just continued looking forward, not meeting his eyes. He copied you, looking ahead as the two of you walked.
“It’s dark and depressing. The sky is red like it’s on fire and the ground is dry and desolate. Nothing grows there. There are two main types of demons: those that formed from souls fed to Gwi Ma and those that lost their souls making deals with Gwi Ma. There are also demons born from other demons but those are rare.”
You frowned in thought, not responding for a long moment. So, demons really could feel emotions. Did that mean… that your dad really did love your mom…?
Abby noticed your expression, lost in deep thought, “What’cha thinking about there, babe?”
You didn’t answer for a moment, too many thoughts trailing in too many different directions… “Nothing important. So, which are you guys, Abby?”
Abby hummed, “Call me Kwan,” he said, letting you change the subject. He couldn’t help but let you in a little closer. He thought if he just kept using his stage name with you, he could keep a little distance between you, keep the mission in mind. But… he wanted to let you close.
“Well, with the exception of Jum, we’re all humans that made deals with Gwi Ma years ago out of desperation. I…” Kwan trailed off and the two of you stopped by the river to sit on a bench in a quiet area. “I was born during an old war. I wasn’t strong enough to protect my family when it counted, so I asked Gwi Ma for strength to protect those I cared about.” He laughed sarcastically, “How well that turned out for me…”
You frowned, taking his hand slowly, hesitantly offering comfort from the obviously dark memories and regrets swimming through his head. He smiled softly at you, squeezing your hand as the two of you looked out over the river. There was nothing for either of you to say at that moment, but you understood each other.
~~~
After that interaction with Kwan, the girls noticed you were lost in thought more often, but they didn’t bring it up, figuring you were just deep in thought about the visuals and clothes for the new song. You often got lost in a new project when it really inspired you.
Except you didn’t like the new song. It was just so hateful towards demons and after you knew most demons come from human souls in some shape or form, you couldn’t fully support it. Especially with your own pattern steadily spreading across your skin. You had to start using a salve to help with the scratching the stress was causing. If they spread too much more, you would have to start wearing a face mask…
Now that you think about it, the only Saja Boys you haven’t really talked to are Jinu and Mystery. Which one would ambush you next? Was it bad that you were looking forward to it?
You needed a break from the girls. As the Honmoon corruption got worse and more demons came through, they got more tense and enthusiastic with the new diss track. So, you went to the park to sit and just breathe for a few minutes. You sat on a bench under the shade of a tree, head back and eyes closed under the sun as you took a deep breath. Someone was playing Soda Pop nearby and you could hear Golden somewhere too…
Your eyes snapped open when arms wrapped around you from behind a nose buried into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath. You flushed deep red, shrieking as you leapt to the other end of the bench. A hand pressed to your chest to settle your racing heart you turned to see it was a sulky Mystery, pouting at you pulling away so quickly.
“It’s just me,” He said.
“Personal space, dude!” You cried vehemently, your face still a dark red. Mystery circled the bench to sit next to you. Like, right next to you. Your thighs were touching. You deadpan at him, “This is not personal space, man.”
Mystery just tilted his head at you. It was nice to see you with the sun shining down on you like this. And your scent was so comforting when it filled his senses, he couldn’t help but burrow his nose in the crook of your neck. It made his teeth itch to bite again.
“How do you guys keep finding me? Do you have some kind of tracker or something…?”
“Nah, it’s mostly by chance,” Mystery told you, casually taking your hand to play with your fingers and the rings you had on. He didn’t tell you how Jinu’s bird was keeping an eye or three on you… He didn’t remember much about social normalities from when he was human, but he could remember that telling someone they were being watched was weird.
You shook your head and let him do as he pleased, taking a deep breath and tilting your head back to enjoy the sun while closing your eyes.
Then there was a tugging on your hand, “Let’s go.”
You didn’t get a chance to respond or ask where you were going before he was tugging you off the bench and away. “Wait, Mystery, where are we going?” You almost slapped a hand over your mouth, hoping no one heard that it was one of the Saja Boys out in public.
“Hyeon. De-stress,” he said simply. Then he was pulling you into an arcade. You didn’t really know how playing some games at an arcade would help you relax
But at least you didn’t have to pay to play because Hyeon was already pulling out his wallet! Don’t get it wrong, you could pay for stuff yourself, but it was refreshing after eating so much food with Jum and Kwan. You refused to let them pay for your food and you didn’t pay for theirs either but it was still money…
When Hyeon had the prepaid wristbands, he turned to hand one to you with a small smile, “Sometimes, you just need to act like a kid.”
You blinked. And then he was pulling you to the first game he saw with that small content smile and you couldn’t help but laugh.
You were pretty sure he also just wanted to go to an arcade…
Hyeon was right though. Playing those games, you couldn’t help but laugh and as you became more competitive with him, you forgot what was bugging you. You laughed louder and became more comfortable treating him like a close friend, pushing him and bickering as he gave you a little smug smirk when he won and a sulky pout when he lost. You had to pull him back when he started barking at a few people that tried to rush the two of you at some games…
It was late by the time you both left, matching ugly keychains in hand from the prize shop.
“… Thanks Hyeon, I really needed that,” You smiled at him as you stopped at the park where you would both be going your own ways.
He smiled, taking your hand in his. “Of course, princess. Anything to see that smile on your face.”
Oh boy. You didn’t think Hyeon would be the cheesy one but he said it so seriously before placing a kiss on your hand.
You shook yourself, your face flushing red as you steeled yourself, “Hey, I am not a princess!” You crossed your arms.
Hyeon smirked a little, “I don’t think you can handle what I really want to call you so princess will do for now.”
Your jaw couldn’t help but drop as your face flushed darker.
“See you soon, princess,” he said, and then he was walking away and you just stared after him, speechless.
‘What did he mean by that?! Ugh, stupid hot demon boys…’
~~~
Another award show passed and Golden won most played song of the week. But tensions were still high as the Saja Boys took over more and more of the billboards, they were all anyone could see on TikTok too, more fans joining the Pride.
Your nervous scratching was getting worse, you had to go out and get another salve. Thankfully, the girls were too focused on Takedown and demon hunting to keep track of when you were in or out of the tower. It hurt you a little though, that you fell to the wayside so easily.
You were mindlessly scratching over your sleeve with the salve safely wrapped in a small paper bag in your arms as you started the walk back to the tower. You needed to talk to the design team about what you had in mind and to the producers about visuals for a possible music video.
“What’cha got there, pretty girl?”
You turned to see him leaning against the wall in the shadows of an alley. You sighed, “Do you plan these dramatic encounters or do they just come naturally to you?”
Jinu chuckled, standing straight but his eyes lingered on the bag in your arms and the arm where you had been scratching. “Being an idol calls for a flare for the dramatic,” He shrugged.
You chuckled at his antics but then his hand snapped out to grab your wrist. Panicked, you tried to pull away as he pushed your sleeve up. You forgot that he knew about your pattern so it wasn’t those marks he was looking at.
No, it was the red scratch marks littering your arm where the pattern was darkest.
He snapped his eyes up to glare at you, pulling you somewhere, “What’s so bad that you scratch yourself to such a degree?”
You had no answer for him besides shame… So you didn’t say anything.
He sighed. Jinu ended up taking you to a small plaza, not many people around as he sat you on the edge of a fountain. He pulled out the small glass container of salve you had gotten, reading the ingredients with narrow eyes before opening it and smelling it.
Jinu tsked before taking your arm to gently apply the salve to each bleeding scratch and red mark, “The herbs used today are so bad, not as effective as the ones grown years ago… too much pollution…” He murmured to himself.
You couldn’t help but smile at his care. “Thanks Jinu…”
He glanced up and faltered, remembering who he was and who he was with as he quickly but carefully finished up, fumbling a little as his cheeks pinked, “Oh, ah, it’s fine, don’t mention it.” He quickly screwed the cap on of the salve and practically shoved it in your hands before awkwardly sitting down next to you.
Wow. Jinu was the most awkward of the group it seemed. Was Baby really the maknae of the group? You giggled at how the tips of his ears were red and he refused to look at you.
“Is it really… that bad living with the patterns…?”
You froze at his hesitant question. You gripped your arm over your sleeve to keep from scratching more at the flare of stress you felt. You couldn’t look at him. “I don’t know… I started scratching when I was a kid. It comes and goes depending on what I’m stressed about…”
“Meaning, when you’re stressed about your pattern,” Jinu summarized thoughtfully. You could feel his gaze on the side of your face.
“Yeah…” You avoided his gaze.
Jinu frowned. This wasn’t like the first interaction he had with your sister. That was filled with him trying to gain her trust, trying to convince her that he was the only one that would understand her. It made his stomach curl uncomfortably how she didn’t even argue that you understood her. Were you two not very close?
He saw something different than your sister in you, “You liked your patterns once, didn’t you?”
Your face slackened then hardened, “…I don’t wanna talk about it.”
He frowned but nodded in acceptance anyway. Pushing wouldn’t get him anywhere. “That’s alright, but I can understand what you’re going through,” It was the same thing he told your sister. But with you he couldn’t help but… genuinely mean it. He looked down at his hand. His pattern was a constant reminder of his shame after all. Sometimes he wanted to scratch until they just peeled away too.
“I know, I just… I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it…” You told him. Rumi should be the first one you talked to about this, right? But, wouldn’t she just recycle Aunt Celine’s words at you? Never show your faults (Y/n), never show your pattern (Y/n), you’d betray Rumi and everyone else if you shared your pattern (Y/n), you’re not enough (Y/n).
You shook your head and stood. “I want ice cream.”
He looked up at you with surprise, “Oh. Okay…?”
“Come on.” The shoe was on the other foot now as you started marching to the nearest ice cream shop, not waiting to see if he would follow.
“Wh-what? Wait, what’s happening?” He scrambled after you, confused but going along with your sudden decision.
Jinu followed you into the ice cream shop, sliding on a pair of glasses and a hat to disguise himself. You were already ordering what you wanted, two big scoops of your favorite flavor.
He almost jumped when you suddenly turned to him expectantly. “Oh, uh,” He stuttered, scanning the flavors before him. It felt like he was sweating with the sudden pressure he felt. There were so many names, why were there so many different ice cream names?! “Uh, two scoops of Chuckle Chunk.” He couldn’t even tell you what was in it.
You couldn’t help but giggle at how stiff Jinu was. You hadn’t meant to make him feel pressured but it was pretty adorkable.
The two of you paid and left the shop to eat your ice cream at the fountain. You watched as he hesitantly tried his ice cream. His face lit up.
You chuckled, starting to eat your own ice cream, “How is it?”
Jinu couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah, it’s got these really rich chocolate things and there’s these little white pieces and some salty caramel things too.”
You blinked at how he described it. “How old are you again…?” That was how he described brownie fudge chunks, marshmallow pieces, and sea salt caramel syrup?
He blinked too, “Four hundred…?”
You couldn’t help but balk, “Oh wow, you’re old.”
He deadpanned at you. “And you’re a baby.”
You laughed. Jinu didn’t really know what you were laughing about, maybe just the situation itself but he smiled.
It was easier to be around you than he thought it would be. “Don’t stress too much.”
You looked at him, “It’s kinda hard to avoid stress when Gwi Ma is trying to destroy the Honmoon and feast and the human souls of the whole population. Besides, I’ve got a lot going on: visuals for the girls, keeping our apartment clean, cooking, designing clothes and visuals for them, and then there’s a fan signing event coming up…” You sighed and Jinu grimaced. Wow.
Jinu knew he wasn’t helping with the stress you were going through but he couldn’t help his selfish streak. He wanted his memories gone…
“Just… Cut your nails or wear gloves so you don’t hurt yourself so badly…” Jinu told you.
You smiled. He was… worried for you. It was the first time that someone’s worry didn’t make you feel weak. It wasn’t about your fighting capabilities, it was about your well-being. When was the last time that someone worried about that?
“Thanks Jinu…” You smiled mischievously. “It’s the first time such a pretty boy has shown me such care,” You turned the table on him.
Jinu spontaneously combust. Stuttering as he shoved more ice cream in his mouth to occupy himself but that just made his head hurt.
“Brain freeze!” You laughed.
~~~
The night before the fan signing event, you laid awake in bed. The girls were surely already sleeping so that they could get plenty of rest. But you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Looking back on the past two weeks, you felt more conflicted than you ever had before.
The voice in your head that sounded like Aunt Celine said that you shouldn’t be letting the Saja Boys so close, getting so comfortable with them. The girls were going to kill them anyway so you were just looking to get your heart broken at this rate.
But a small part of yourself whispered that they made you feel safe, seen, heard in a way that you never had been before.
Outtake(s):
Jum(Baby): “Do they make these cakes…spicier?”
You: “Uh…no. No they do not.”
Jum(Baby): *Sadly* “Aw man…”
…
Hyeon(Mystery): *Sees someone just a little too close to you* “Grrrrr…”
You: *Being dragged along as you try to hold him back* “You can’t- Stop! Bad Saja Boy!”
Hyeon(Mystery): *Feral gremlin barking*
…
You: *sick of all these pretty boys flustering you* “What do you want, pretty boy?”
Jinu: *ERROR ERROR ERROR* “Uhhhh…”
…
Huntr/x: “You know, (Y/n) has been disappearing a lot lately… And she never wants to listen to our song…”
Huntr/x: “Maybe she’s uncomfortable with the lyrics?”
Huntr/x: …
Huntr/x: “Nah. She’s just way too inspired by our violent need to eradicate all demons.”
thinking about giving jinu a pussyjob till he loses it and goes full demon on you -- softly rocking your hips, your palms splayed out on his broad chest, his cock sliding between your pussy lips, the head catching against your clit -- the friction exquisite. his palms on your hips, fingers digging into your skin, hard enough to leave the inky imprint of his hands there.
there's a deep flush in his cheeks, a bright, glazed-out look in his eyes, the flickering gold behind them, all sin and ghost-light.
"ah -- fuck --" he groans, his head tipping back into the pillows as you work your cunt along his length, your slick and his precum mixing into a pale, sticky mess that coats your thighs and his stomach.
the ac is blasting, the blinds half-drawn. the cityscape outside is a crystal-shard shatter of skyscrapers and neon signs. even in the receding afternoon light, the heat had been unrelenting.
but you'd want to draw it out, wanted to have some fun, for once, and who was jinu to refuse you? except now he thinks he's made a rather elementary error, a miscalculation of sorts -- because watching you like this, skin bare and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, head thrown back, lips slightly parted, tiny little mewling moans puffing from you with each languid roll of your hips, he can already feel the flittering fire eating up the length of his spine, the deep-seated rumble of want that has always been the core of him --
because what are demons if not creatures of want -- envy and gluttony, lust and pride. he wants -- he has always, always wanted. and like this, watching you, feeling you -- your hot, welcoming heat, the promise of your body wrapped around his, the silken feel of your skin beneath his sharpening fingers --
with a harsh grunt, the world flips, and you find yourself pinned beneath him, his eyes tiger-bright and shining.
"j-jinu -- oh!" you hiss at the feeling of his cock sliding into you, the sting of his canines as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, your wrists suddenly pulled taut above your head, held beneath one of his long-fingered hands.
"enough --" he rasps, his voice grounding through him, resonating from his body to yours as you clench down around him, and his smile, when you finally manage to open your eyes again, is dark and dangerous, and ever, ever so slightly too-wide.
you keen as he ruts down into you, the tip of his cock pummeling your g-spot with a precision that you'd almost call otherworldly before you remember -- oh. right. he was.
you feel his tongue as it laves along the lobe of your ear, gasp as he groans --
