ITS FINALLY DONE! 🌽 A redraw of the iconic alleyway scene with my genderbent designs!
Ugh it took me so long to finish this thing🙄 There are a few things that I don’t really like abt it and would change but.. I just really wanted to post it already🫠
The idea of replacing corn with watermelons was from an anonymous in my inbox. Thank you for it 🙏
i saw a single piece of fanart and as a multi shipper my brain couldn’t not latch onto it so
Zabby? headcanons! ✿ Zoey x Abby ✿ KPOP demon hunters
✿ Zoey and Abby are both morning people. They wake up before the sunrise and have coffee in their pajamas while Zoey sleepily talks about her dreams and Abby cooks them breakfast
✿ She’s gotten really into trying to remember her dreams, and she can never keep up with journaling. but talking to Abby about them has basically the same impact
✿ Abby doesn’t particularily like to sleep, he just does it because Zoey has to.
✿ plus She clings to him so hard in her sleep he literally can’t bear the thought of trying to detach her, even when he wakes up first. He did it once to brush his teeth, and the pout on her sleeping face when he returned haunted him for a week
✿ Zoey loves sweet breakfasts, Abby prefers savoury ones. He either makes just sweet things, or he cooks both. even when she tries to insist she’ll be fine with an omelet or bacon or whatever he’s craving
✿ He always makes her breakfast first
✿ He teases her about her height (estimates put them at like, 6’1 and 5’0 and he’s absolutely obsessed with the fact that this tiny woman could totally kick his ass)
✿ The first time he saw her without a pair of big chunky shoes on, he leaned right down as if he was talking to a child just because he knew it would piss her off
✿ Abby is the kid who would chase his crush and poke her cheek and tug on her pigtails to get her attention, trapped in the body of a frat boy. He’s a menace, but it’s fine because Zoey is too.
✿ She immediately puts him into a headlock until he begs for mercy (while laughing, because he’s a little shit)
✿ Secretly she kind of loves the way Abby teases her about it, the way his voice drips with fondness and appreciation instead of condescension. she refuses to admit it out loud.
✿ the difference in her heights almost makes her feel protected, which is something she isn’t used to feeling from anyone except Rumi and Mira.
✿ As a child of divorce, she got stuck playing both sides, acting as a therapist to her mother and father while they complained about each other. She could never rely on them for emotional support, nor could she trust them to be mature or adult enough to guide and protect her.
✿ Then she gets older, and now she’s a hunter. She’s the one who does the protecting. She’s the strong one.
✿ But Abby treats her like something delicate. Like something precious. It makes her feel an odd nostalgia for a life she never really led, a vulnerability that should be concerning but isnt. it’s comforting.
✿ When Zoey is climbing on the counter trying to reach things that Mira accidentally put too high for her to reach, Abby just comes up behind her and grabs it for her with a kiss on the cheek
✿ She always grumbles about how she could’ve got it herself instead of actually thanking him, and he thinks it’s cute so he doesn’t care
✿ “I know, but I wanted to help you!” with a big goofy grin is always his response, and it always makes her blush
✿ He walks way faster than her just naturally, usually she can keep up but when her legs get tired or they’re in a rush he will just give her a piggy back.
✿ sometimes she just makes him do it because she doesn’t feel like walking, and he can’t say no to her. neither of them care about the weird looks they get
✿ they go to the gym together in the mornings. sometimes they work out together. sometimes Zoey just tags along to nap on the massage chairs or sit in the sauna until Abby is done working out
✿ They’re the only ones in the house who wake up so early, so she has to be extra careful not to make noise, and she gets bored sitting alone in silence. She’d rather hang out at the gym and drool over Abby getting all sweaty
✿ They’ve done things in the changeroom that could definitely get them arrested
✿ Zoey will wilt like a dramatic flower if she doesn’t receive some sort of social interaction at least once an hour while she’s awake. Once she gets used to sleeping in a bed with Abby, she will also get grumpy at a lack of physical contact in her sleep.
✿ Abby is just as bad, specifically with Zoey’s physical affection, he just doesn’t vocalize it. But he will pout silently and sulk if he has to go longer than like, two hours without a kiss even if they’ve been together and cuddling the whole time
✿ he constantly has to have his arms around Zoey’s waist. He’s obsessed with basically cocooning her in a hug from behind and resting his chin on top of her head
✿ If they’re outside and he notices Zoey is cold, he’ll do the same thing but with his hands in the pockets of his jacket so it wraps around them both like a blanket
✿ Zoey may or may not purposefully forget her jacket so he’ll definitely have to do it
✿ Their first date was at an amusement park, Zoey and Abby are both ridiculously good at those midway games that are totally rigged against you
✿ They’re also ridiculously competitive, so they have to make it a contest for every. single. game.
✿ Every time they both walk away with prizes from the highest tier. Zoey chooses one for Abby, Abby chooses one for Zoey, and they swap them as they walk away from the booth
✿ They end up having to rent a little wheelie cart that’s supposed to be for children
✿ “These are basically our children, so it’s fine!” is Zoey’s excuse when Abby points it out
✿ They win so many major prizes they are formally asked to leave the games area
✿ They’re both too busy cackling to care that much
✿ They can’t stuff all the toys they got into even the biggest locker, so Zoey hands some of the smaller ones off to a pair of little girls she notices are staring at them
✿ When she kneels down to hand them over, the girls start crying and tackle her in a hug so strong she falls on her ass, but she just laughs happily and squeezes them back and tells them there’s no need to thank her, that she knows the toys will be well taken care of
✿ The girls’ mother is fretting and apologizing and telling them to get off her but Zoey just laughs and waves her off
✿ She has one younger half sister from her Mom whose just starting kindergarten, and though the girls are older, interacting with them makes Zoey feel a little better about missing her
✿ Abby just watches in silent awe as Zoey effortlessly handles the children’s grateful tears and sends them off with a giddy wave
✿ Zoey starts chattering about her sister as they go to get food, sitting beside Abby on a picnic bench and showing him photos of the last time she visited
✿ Dude is whipped, hanging onto every single word and basically mesmerized by the way Zoey smiles around her straw when she talks about her sister painting her nails
✿ Abby is silently wondering if demons and humans can have kids together because he can’t stop thinking of a tiny version of Zoey running around with the regular, slightly less tiny Zoey sprinting after her (he’s too stupid and brain fogged by how cute Zoey is to remember Rumi give him a bit of a break)
✿ he remembers and puts the pieces together eventually. he hoots so loud in victory that Baby whacks the wall separating their bedrooms and tells him to shut the fuck up
✿ They spend the entire evening going on rollercoasters after they’ve eaten enough amusement park desserts to match the calorie necessities for ‘dinner’, and Zoey insists they spend a ridiculous amount of money on passes to skip the lines because she wants to go on as many as they can
✿ They end up staying right up until they’re basically kicked out by the park security
✿ They wander around for a while instead of going home, because both of them want some sort of excuse to keep spending time together, just the two of them
✿ They end up on a park bench, originally they were watching a mother and her ducklings play in the water but they just ended up making out
Human AU where Rumi and Mira are happily coupled up with Jinu and Romance, respectively, and Zoey’s the only single one but it’s FINE. Sure, Mystery is totally her type and Abby is really funny and ripped and Baby is clever and cute and yeah, she’s crushed on all of them at one point, but none of them really ever acknowledge her existence and that’s totally fine, they’re colleagues! Bandmates-in-law! Or whatever! Zoey is totally happy and fine on her own and being the eternal fifth wheel for her two favorite couples in the world. Yep, she’s totally fine.
So when Huntrix does a collab with Stray Kids at The Idol Awards and Zoey has a moment with Felix in front of millions of fans, she thinks that maybe this is her chance at love.
Too bad that the Stray Kids and Huntrix press tour keeps getting crashed by the Saja Boys.
(And that the three single Saja Boys suddenly won’t leave her alone.)
-> Synopsis: Zoey’s childhood best friend is getting married. Her parents will be there. And her entire fake life is about to collapse—unless her charmingly unhinged best friend Abby can pull off the role of “boyfriend” without turning the wedding into a romcom gone wrong.
New Chapters Every
chapters index | ongoing
Chapter Two: Final Destination
Huntr/x 👠💅🏽⚔️
Zoey:
I swear, I triple-checked my passport, my charger, and my sanity.
Is there anything I forgot???
Mira:
You forgot to breathe.
Rumi:
And possibly your dignity.
Zoey:
Thanks, ladies. That’s reassuring. 😐
But seriously. I didn't forget anything?
Rumi:
Z, you pretty much packed your entire bedroom, and you’re only going to be there for a month 😐😐😐
You could have gone the week of the wedding.
Zoey:
But I’m the maid of honour. That means I’m in charge of everything from planning and making sure everything is not on fire.
Literally and figuratively.
I HAVE to be there before the wedding.
Is there really anything I left out before I suddenly remember it and have a full-blown panic attack on the plane?
Mira:
Maybe double-check if Abby packed his common sense. Last time he travelled alone, he forgot his passport at the vending machine area because he “set it down to buy a protein bar.”
Rumi:
Somehow that surprises me and doesn’t surprise me at the same time 😶😶😶
Zoey:
Well, if it makes you feel better, I made sure he left the disco ball he packed in his suitcase 🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️
Mira:
…..
Rumi:
…..
Mira:
HOW?! 💀💀💀
Rumi:
WHY?! 👁️👄👁️
Zoey:
He said it was for “emotional support”
Rumi:
….
Are we sure this isn’t just an elaborate way to get deported so you don’t have to face your parents?
Zoey:
He’d be doing me a favour if I weren’t making this trip for Gigi’s wedding.
Mira:
So you want me to get you a lawyer just in case? My brother knows a guy
Rumi:
Not helping, Mira. Also, Zoey - breathe. You got this.
Mira:
Too bad we can't come with you.
Rumi:
Gigi didn't invite us, Mira.
Mira:
I can understand why she didn’t invite me.
But not invite YOU?
Especially when she was dead set on being besties with you?
I would have expected her to ask you to sing at her wedding, seeing that you're her favourite pop star.
Rumi:
She was doing too much. So I put a boundary
And she took it personally
Zoey:
Okay, I know Gigi can be a little much
Rumi:
A little? 🤨🤨🤨
Mira:
That’s an understatement.
Zoey:
She means well. She’s just rough around the edges.
Rumi:
Delete whatever you’re about to send, Mira 😑😑😑
Mira:
I wasn’t going to say anything too mean 🙂🙂🙂
Rumi:
Bitch I’m literally right next to you 😐😐😐
Delete it.
Mira:
You’re no fun 😒😒😒
Rumi:
And Zoey? Take care of yourself.
Zoey:
I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl.
Plus, I have Abby with me
Rumi:
I know…. but we worry about you, you know?
You haven’t really been the same since The Shutdown
Zoey stared at the message a little longer than she meant to. The airport noise faded into a dull hum, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. That one word — Shutdown — twisted somewhere deep inside her chest. She took a slow breath, forcing her shoulders to relax before typing back something that sounded steadier than she felt.
Zoey:
...right.
I’ll be fine. Promise 😊😊
Suddenly, Zoey’s phone was plucked from her hands before she could react.
“Whatcha doing?” Abby asked.
“H-hey! Give me back my phone!” Zoey quickly bolted up and tried to snatch her phone back, but Abby held it too high up for her to reach.
Note to self: Next friend must be under five-foot-five.
“Why? Were you watching porn?” he asked.
Zoey choked on air. "Wha— NO! You menace, give it back before I bite your ankles!" She jumped, but Abby just spun away like some infuriating pink-haired basketball player dodging a tackle. "And even if I were—which I wasn't—I would have watched it at home. Not in public!"
"Oh? So, you were reading smut?"
“NO!” Zoey’s cheeks flared red. She tried to bodycheck him, which worked exactly 0% because Abby sidestepped gracefully, using his dancer reflexes, while keeping his eyes on her phone screen. "I was just chatting with Rumi and Mira! Nothing more!"
"Texting our mutual besties without me? Rude." He dramatically huffed as he scrolled through her phone before freezing mid-motion. "...Hold up. Disco ball slander in my group chat?"
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN IN THE GROUP CHAT!" She exclaimed.
"After all we've been through. The dance battles? The late-night snack raids? Third wheeling Mira and Roobin? That one time I let you stab me with a bobby pin for your hair emergencies?" He dramatically wiped an imaginary tear. "And this is how you repay me..."
Then, suddenly, his expression flipped to devious as he started rapidly typing on her phone.
Zoey's eyes widened in horror. "Wait—WHAT ARE YOU TYPING—"
“Relax, Zo. I’m doing this because I love you.”
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Doing what exactly?”
His grin was devilish. “Committing social suicide in your honour.”
Before he could react or even make sense of what was happening, Zoey’s legs hooked around his neck, and in one swift motion, she hoisted herself up—somehow managing to sit on his shoulders, face-to-face like it was the most chaotic balancing act ever.
“Hand over my mobile talking device before your face turns into a before-and-after photo.” Zoey threatened, raising her fist, ready to punch him.
“Okay! Okay! Here’s your phone,” Abby said, handing her back her phone. “But you know…. You should come up here more often.” He smirked, his voice dropping slightly as he stared up at her between her thighs. "The view's pretty great from down here."
For a split second, her brain short-circuited, still processing Abby’s words until she realised their position. Then, just as her face turned a brilliant crimson, she let out a screech so loud it managed to catch the attention of most of the people in the airport and startled Abby, causing him to stumble. Zoey instinctively reached for his hair to steady herself. He let out a pained 'YOWTCH!' that echoed through the room.
"YAH! PUT ME DOWN YOU PERVERTED GIRAFFE!" She scrambled off his shoulders so fast she nearly toppled them over.
Abby caught her by the waist at the last second, laughing. “Whoa there, killer! Let me put you down first,” he said, moving his hand under her arms and lifting her off his shoulders. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Zoey wasted no time and started whacking him with her passport.
“You’re. The. Absolute. Worst!” she said, punctuating each whack.
“Ow! Hey! You’re the one who ninja-flipped onto me like we’re in some Karate Kid fight scene.” He said, shielding himself.
Zoey huffed, before kicking his ass—literally—for good measure, causing Abby to let out an ‘oof’ before falling on his knees dramatically.
Abby clutched his backside with exaggerated agony. "I think you just assassinated my left cheek! That's an assault on a national treasure!" He peeked up at her through dramatically squinted eyes. "Also—ow."
“Tough cookies, country boy.”
“Double ow.”
Just then, the airport intercom crackled to life—
"Final boarding call for Flight 271 to Los Angeles. Please proceed immediately to Gate B7."
Zoey's irritation evaporated instantly as her stomach dropped. "...Oh god, we're gonna be late." She grabbed Abby's arm and yanked him up with surprising strength for someone who'd just been perched on his shoulders like a disgruntled parrot. "Get up and put that pretty ass into gear and stepping. You’ve caused enough trouble today.”
Abby grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “Ohhh! So, you do admit I have a pretty a—OH, OKAY! Message received!” he quickly scrambled away, shielding his assets right when Zoey was about to kick him again.
The two of them sprinted through the terminal like characters in a rom-com montage—Zoey shoving people aside with frantic "excuse me’s” while Abby followed closely behind her. They skidded to a halt at Gate B7 just as the attendant was about to close the door.
"WAIT! We're here!" Zoey gasped, shoving their tickets forward with shaking hands.
The attendant gave them an unimpressed once-over before sighing. "Last ones aboard."
As they stumbled down the jet bridge, Abby bumped Zoey's shoulder and whispered, "...So we're definitely pretending that delay wasn't 100% my fault when we tell this story later, right?"
Zoey's eye twitched as she shot him a withering glare. "If you think I'm going to take the fall for this, you. Are. Wrong."
Abby clutched his chest in mock offence. "Wow, throwing your fake boyfriend under the bus already? And we haven't even boarded yet." He slung an arm around her shoulders with a dramatic sigh. "This relationship is doomed."
Zoey rolled her eyes. "Fine, we can just say we lost track of our boarding gate number. But you owe me so many in-flight snacks for this."
"Name your price, madam. I will personally steal every pretzel from this plane for you." He paused, then brightened. "Or we could start a fake fight mid-flight so the attendants give us free stuff to calm us down—ow!" Zoey elbowed him lightly as they stepped onto the plane.
"Or," Zoey said through gritted teeth as they shuffled down the aisle, "we could not get blacklisted by every airline forever." She found their seats—luckily together—and immediately tried to shove her carry-on into the overhead bin.
Abby swooped in before she could strain herself, effortlessly hoisting her bag up with one hand while dramatically flexing the other. "And that's why you keep me around, Geobug-i," he said with a wink, dropping into the window seat like he owned it.
Zoey huffed but couldn't suppress a tiny smile as she buckled in. "Asshole."
"Only for you~" he cooed, booping her nose.
She playfully swatted his hand away. "Save the act for when we get to Burbank, please?
The plane engines roared to life as Abby suddenly grabbed Zoey's hand with slight panic.
“Uh… you okay, dude?” she asked, arching an eyebrow, but concern laced in her tone.
His hand stayed on top of hers longer than necessary.
"I'm scared of turbulence," he admitted quietly.
Zoey blinked once. Twice. “What?”
“It’s a legitimate fear!” he retorted.
"You literally choreographed aerial silks routines last month."
"That's different! That was controlled chaos!" Abby protested, clinging to the armrests as the plane taxied. "This is just... chaos-chaos! For all we know, we could be in a Final Destination movie!"
"That movie franchise really traumatised you, huh?" Zoey commented.
"I will never look at tanning beds, rollercoasters, highways or log trucks the same again," he said, shuddering.
Zoey couldn't help but laugh at his genuine distress. "You know, for someone who’s done a lot of daredevil adjacent choreo, you're kind of a wimp."
Abby shot her an indignant look. "Danger I choose is art! Danger that chooses me is horror movie fodder!" The plane jolted slightly as it accelerated down the runway, and Abby let out a very undignified squeak before burying his face in Zoey's shoulder.
She patted his head mockingly. "There, there, big scaredy himbo."
Lifting his head just enough to glare, while still gripping her sleeve, Abby muttered, "...I hate that you're enjoying this."
Zoey's mocking pats softened into a genuine, steadying rhythm. "Tough cookies, bitch."
☾︎✿︎☽︎
The sun was setting, casting the sky in soft shades of violet, while the clouds glowed in rich hues of gold, crimson, and indigo. The cabin lights had been dimmed to a warm amber, creating a cosy atmosphere. Passengers and cabin crew chatted quietly among themselves.
Zoey had her earbuds in and her eyes glued to her tablet while a gentle, feminine British voice narrated the journey of sea turtles migrating across the Pacific. She was deeply engaged, pressing her cheek against Abby’s arm as she watched the little shelled creatures waddle toward the ocean.
That was until she felt a nudge against her cheek, shaking her out of her focused daze. She lifted her head and pulled out one of her earbuds, frowning at Abby, who stared back at her with amusement.
“Are you seriously watching a turtle documentary right now?” he asked, his grin never leaving his lips.
“You watch Rotten Mango videos and Am I The Asshole videos all the time. Your point?” she arched an eyebrow.
“Well, yeah. Those have high stakes and suspense. All you’re watching is turtles existing,” he countered.
“Well, some of us actually enjoy watching turtles exist,” she pressed her cheek back on his arm and went back to watching her documentary.
“You always watch turtle docs when you’re overthinking.”
“It’s calming. Turtles mind their business, go where they want, and don’t owe anyone an explanation. Basically, they’re living my dream life.”
“Except for the part where seagulls try to eat them the moment they’re born.”
“Seagulls are gluttonous assholes. Not to forget noisy and aggressive. Turtles, on the other hand, are just chill and steady. No drama. Just vibes.”
He tilted his head. “So… you’re telling me you relate to an emotionally repressed turtle?”
“Shut up,” she muttered, elbowing him lightly. “And it’s called relatability, thank you very much.”
“More like an introvert’s wet dream.”
“Ya nasty.”
The documentary showed a tiny turtle getting flipped onto its back by a wave. "Aww, look at that little dude—stuck upside down. Just like you after two sojus."
Zoey smacked his thigh without looking away from the tablet. "Okay, first of all, rude. Second, that was one time."
"Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that, geobug-i," Abby grinned, poking her cheek where it squished against his arm. "But I have photographic evidence of you dramatically sprawled on Rumi's bathroom floor wailing about how—and I quote—'the ceiling is judging meeeee!'" he said, impersonating her whiney voice.
Zoey finally tore her eyes away from her tablet to glare at him properly. "Delete those."
"Hell no. This is a blackmail goldmine." He replied with a mischievous grin.
Zoey’s eyes narrowed. She slowly reached over and pinched the soft spot just above his knee—his infamous ticklish weak point.
Abby immediately yelped, jerking away so violently he bonked his head on the overhead compartment. "Traitor!" he hissed, rubbing his skull while a nearby passenger shushed them aggressively.
Zoey smirked, popping her earbud back in. "Zoey 1, Abby 0." She patted his thigh condescendingly before refocusing on her documentary—where the baby turtle had righted itself and was now bravely paddling toward open water.
Her laughter lingered in the air for a moment, then faded with the documentary’s soft ocean sounds. When she finally relaxed, her mind began to wander. As the documentary faded into the soothing sounds of the ocean, Zoey absently rested her chin on her hand, her gaze distant. The warmth radiating from Abby’s arm lingered against her cheek like an ember, but her thoughts drifted far away—past the turtles, past the waves.
“You okay, Zo?” Abby asked, lowering his voice.
“Yeah,” she said softly. “Just thinking. About Gigi.”
“Are you nervous seeing her again?” he asked gently.
Zoey exhaled through her nose. "Yeah. A little." She fidgeted with her earbud cord, winding it around her fingers before confessing quietly: "We haven’t talked in a while. Well… not since the Shutdown.”
The words landed between them, quiet and heavy. Abby’s teasing posture straightened, his usual grin softening into something more solid and present. “Can’t say I blame you. I remember it was a pretty dark time for you. It was a very dark time for you. Honestly, it was a miracle that I managed to get you to leave your room back then since you had shut pretty much everyone out.”
Zoey's face dimmed slightly, but she quickly shifted to a more playful demeanour. “And I remember you threatened to do the ‘Gangnam Style’ choreo in your boxers outside my window if I didn’t."
Abby grinned unrepentantly. "And it worked, didn’t it? You know my choreo slaps."
Their laughter faded into the hum of the plane, and after a beat, Abby gently bumped her shoulder. "For real though... are you really okay? I mean, this is your first homecoming in four years.”
Zoey’s fingers stilled on the tablet. She let out a slow breath, staring at the tiny turtle now disappearing into vast blue waves onscreen.
"...I have to be. For Gigi’s sake," she said finally, meeting his gaze. “I wouldn’t be doing this otherwise.
Abby studied her face—the way her jaw clenched just slightly, how she blinked too fast—before casually putting his chin on top of her head. "Well, good news: you’ve got Seoul’s most devastatingly handsome fake boyfriend as backup." He wiggled his eyebrows as he mock-whispered: "And I know how to hide bodies if your ex-crush ‘accidentally’ falls into the cake."
Zoey elbowed him again, but this time there was no force behind it—just a shaky exhale that might’ve been half a laugh. "Oh my god. You’re the worst.”
“At least I’m not boring.” He grinned cheekily.
“You’re right. You’re an unavoidable irritation.”
Just as Abby was about to make a cheeky remark, the plane hit a patch of turbulence, making the overhead compartments rattle. Abby seized Zoey's hand once again with dramatic flair. "See! I told you we were in a Final Destination movie!”
“For the love of—it’s just turbulence. A normal thing that happens when you’re travelling by air.”
“That’s how it always starts, and next thing we know, the engine exploded and we get cooked alive.”
Zoey pinched his side, causing him to jump and yelp in pain.
“What was that for?” he whined.
“To check if you’re having a dream,” she replied. “And it seems like you’re wide awake. Now shut up and let me enjoy the rest of my turtle documentary.”
She pressed her cheek back on his arm once again, but as the plane steadied, she didn't pull her hand away from his.
In which Zoey learns the consequences of poking her head where she’s not supposed to. Luckily for her, the consequences include getting cuddled and railed into oblivion. In some order.
Main pairing: Abby/Zoey
Other pairings: Abby/Mira/Romance, Mira/Romance, Mira/Zoey, Abby/Mira/Romance/Zoey
