Dec 11, 2025
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little update on the Me situation
ill die.
Chasing The Sun, Chapter 3 [KPop Demon Hunters]
Edit 8/16: Chapter 3 is now live on AO3!
I wanna preface this with the chapter is done but not available on AO3 yet. I've recently started doing Early Access for my fic writing- if you're interested in reading this asap, $5USD on Ko-fi or Patreon will be enough to check it out! Otherwise, keep an eye out for the reblog of this post with the AO3 update. And you can click here to read the already posted chapters!
(also if you feel like coming to yell at me on Discord, I do have a server!)
Now, with that out of the way, here's a snippet:
Zoey let out a shuddering breath.
“Zoey,” Mira whispered.
(She couldn’t say anything else.)
Zoey let out a sob.
I’m sorry I don’t know your real name, Mira couldn’t say.
“Zoey,” she said again.
I’m here. I want to be here. We’re here, Mira couldn’t say.
“It’s okay,” Zoey breathed, even as she pressed her face into Mira’s shoulder, even as she quaked in Mira’s arms. “I’ll be okay.”
Rumi began to stroke her hair gently.
(Zoey let out a barely muffled sob.)
What are they doing to you? Mira wanted to ask.
Who do I kill? she wanted to demand.
How do I fix this? she wanted to beg.
“When’s your birthday?” Mira whispered– and she nearly startled, because why the hell did she ask that?
Zoey stilled. “2003,” she finally said, slowly. “May 25th. Why?”
Mira sucked in a breath, her eyes sliding closed. “You should’ve told us when it passed.”
(She turned fifteen right under their noses.)
Zoey narrowed her eyes at Mira. “I don’t see you telling us when your birthday is,” she stage whispered– almost accusatory, but… soft. Too soft to be real anger.
(Mira couldn’t breathe.)
“October 2nd, 2001,” Mira murmured, voice so quiet she almost didn’t hear herself.
They looked at Rumi.
Rumi was already looking at her phone, opening up her calendar. She turned the screen around to show them.
August 6th, 2002.
Zoey let out a gasp in offense. “Rumi! You didn’t say anything either, how dare you!”
Rumi’s jaw dropped slightly, like she was saying, You’re one to talk.
Mira snorted.
They both looked at her intently.
“Rumi, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Zoey asked.
Rumi gave a shit-eating grin.
“Uh, what?” Mira asked.
“Your birthday is coming up, Unnie. We’re gonna celebrate,” Zoey said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Wait—” Mira protested.
“Too late!” Zoey crowed. “Just you wait, Mira, it’s gonna be the best birthday you’ve had since—”
She cut herself off, too late, but Mira was… distracted.
Because Zoey was smiling.
Like, really smiling.
(And whatever had been in Mira’s throat wasn’t trying to suffocate her, now.)
“Yeah, sure, whatever makes you happy,” Mira grumbled anyway.
(Never mind that she had never had a good birthday party before. Never mind the fact that if it was anyone else suggesting, she’d probably punch them on principle.)
“So, do I have to worry about someone elbowing me in the bladder tonight, or…?” Mira added, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.
(Something flickered behind Zoey’s eyes, and Mira wanted to scream at herself for ruining it.)
“If it’s okay,” Zoey whispered. “If not… just a few more minutes?”
She settled back into Mira’s side.
Mira didn’t say anything.
(But she tightened her grip around both girls.)
(“It’s okay,” Zoey murmured, just before they fell asleep. Her voice was thick with exhaustion. “I’m not… I’m not– uh, what’s the word. Like. I’m not… f… freckles.”)
(Rumi made a quiet noise in the back of her throat, inquisitive.)
(“Are you trying to say dead inside?” Mira asked.)
(“Yeah, that. No, wait– I’m not dead inside. What did I say?”)
(“Freckles. Like what you’ve got on your face.”)
(“Oh my god,” Zoey whispered in English. “I swear I could speak Korean last week,” she added, back in Korean. Then, in English again, “Before my brain fell out.”)
its 2:25am.
Human paracelsus pisses me off just let aba fuck the key i dont even care im kind of sick of it honestly its just a matter of principle
yeah... man. idk LOL
don't call me bisexual boy call me bisexual genderfluid boy sometimes girl so that straight men know they can hit on me