El

this is an anti-Chae Heein page if you like her, get out (solo leveling) otherwise, everyone else welcome. please be respectful and kind.

[tikitsune]

PLEASE! I NEED MORE GENSHIN SMAUS.

If anyone be so kind as to let me know about any completed or more than 30 chapters ongoing genshin smaus that would be great. I am going through them so fast like... I need to be fed.

I have done it yet again folks. I have exhausted tags to as much as my fingers are willing to scroll everytime Tumblr decides to reset the progress on a tag.

Now I must beg like I do with the genshin smaus.

PLEASE GIVE ME KNEW 10, 11, 12, 14, CLARA AND RIVER FICS! PLEASE, I DESPERATELY NEED THEM!

[tikitsune]

To Whom It May Concern

If you find this letter, Cantomare has fallen. It pains me to think that this once great nation will forever be forgotten and removed from the history books. If you have found this, it means that you are on a quest to find out the truth. To find out why Cantomare has become this way. I will tell you now, it is because of those wretched humans. They deigned to have Cantomare as their own. When it was not within their reach, they decided to destroy it. My people, my friends, my family, have all been lost due to the greed of the humans. To whom it may concern, understand that this is not the end of Cantomare. I, or someone, will figure out how to once again rise this great nation, whether it be a year from now or thousands of years from now. Mark my words human. This is not the end, it will never be. More is yet to come.

~ Signed, K.

Note: First time writing and posting something in a while. Did I write this bc I was reading and thought "To Whom It May Concern" was a cool title? Yes. Did I come up with this on the spot? Also Yes. Do I plan to expand on it? Maybe. Many questions, many idea. We shall see.

[kdh-tally]

Abs of Abby didnt do much for me in Soda Pop but the "Play me on repeat, kkeuteopsi in your head" and "I can be your sanctuary" part...OMG like the big step he takes, the hand movement, playing with the beads of the hat...LIKE STEP ON ME SIR... I would like to request Abby with your idol outfit (like the boots, the leather pants, the fishnet top...what a slut) × fem reader in which reader simps for him and he sees her as a plaything for a while but then falls for her. Ofc if you are okay with it you can add a little bit of spice aswell. Thank you!!

Abby x MakeupArtist!Reader [pt 1/3?]

Prompt : Abby is lowkey a flirt and his new makeup artist is just trying to survive.

Author's Note : I was actually trying not to die writing this. I kinda gaslit myself into liking Abby even more than i already do???? Anyways. This is pt 1 of 3 (3 parts for now). Imma capture the whole play boy thing in the next chapter! There's also a reason his other makeup artists kept getting fired... Not Proof Read!

You were a makeup artist and you were really good at what you did. You were so good that many companies often sought after you to bring their crazy concepts to life.

Your favourite group to work for so far had been Huntrix. You had been working under their company for the past few years and figured you needed a change of pace. 

The girls, clingier than ever, absolutely refused. Begging and pleading with you to stay every day. Especially Rumi. You had no idea how but the girl had somehow gotten half her body tattooed without letting anyone know?

Not that it was any of your concern though. She seemed happier than ever and it made you happy as well. Unfortunately, they didn't succeed in their tactics.

"Come on Y/n, think of all the times we've spent here togetherrrrrrr," Zoey whined, laying across your suitcase so you couldn't put any more of your tools into it.

"Zoey, we're still going to hang out," you laughed at his childish behaviour. "I'll just be working somewhere else now."

"It's not the same Y/n," Mira grumbled, a pout on her face as she handed you everything you were looking for. Rumi nodded in agreement with her from your couch.

"You guys," you sighed, turning to the three of them. For a second, you felt like you were going to cry. You had been working under Eclipse labels for the last three years of your career. The girls had become your closest friends during that time. 

You knew that it would be difficult not being able to see them every day but you wanted to reach out and try new things. You wiped an unshed tear from your eyes before putting on a brave face. "Don't make me cry on my last day here," you sniffled. 

Immediately, you were pulled into a tight group hug.

--

The girls eventually let you go and finish packing. As you left they waved you off, making you promise to come back to hang out at least once a week. Sleep overs would happen every other day.

At your apartment, you began applying for new jobs. You were in no rush, considering you were great at your job and well known in the industry you had absolutely no struggle finding a new job. 

It didn't even take a whole day for you to receive a new job offer. It was from the Saja Boys, the new boy group that rivalled your girls. You hadn't known much about them or seen a live performance yet seeing as when they first arrived in Korea you were on holiday in Hawaii. 

You sighed, starting to do research on the group. Funny enough the only form of musical content they had uploaded was of their debut. It was on the street. They were performing such a go-lucky song that was so incredibly bright.

Honestly you didn't understand the hype. Soda-Pop was a good song.There was absolutely nothing wrong with the song. It was cute and a little catchy. Unfortunately, the whole aesthetic just threw you off. While the boys were cute, it was odd watching grown men jump around in bright neon colours.

It was a drastic change from Huntr/x and their girl crush concept. However, this was exactly what you were looking for. A change from the usual makeup art you had been doing all of your career. 

So with slight reluctance, you accepted the job offer, calling in to schedule an interview as well as your working times. 

--

It was a Monday when you started your first shift. You had been tasked with doing the boys' makeup for a variety show where they would show their fans a bit more of their personality while also teasing their newest comeback.

You were supposed to meet with your new boss, the head stylist, first. But you were already lost. 

"What is with fancy k-pop groups and huge buildings," you scoffed, walking around in your painful heels, why did you wear those again?, as you searched for anything that could possibly help you find your way. 

As you turned a corner, your eyes were set on a serious looking woman. You swallowed down your fear, putting on a face of completely fake confidence, and walked towards her.

As you stood before her, you cleared your throat, stretching out a hand. "Hello Angela. I'm Y/n, the makeup artist."

The woman looked up from her phone, eyes lazily staring you up and down before lighting up in recognition. Her posture changed immediately, excitement obvious with the way she was tittering on her heels. "Hi! You're so much prettier in person."

You couldn't help but smile at the compliment. Obviously you misread her, she seemed just as excited as you were. "I look pretty? You look stunning!"

The two of you went back and forth for a while, complimenting each other's style till she realised she was meant to be working. "Oh my days! I almost forgot. Let me show you where you'll be working today."

As she led you down the hallway, she explained that you were specifically going to styling Abby. Supposedly most of his stylists ended up quitting within weeks for unknown reasons. Angela told you about her theory. Abby had to be scaring them away or just straight up annoying them until they reached their limit. 

You laughed, this would be interesting. You vaguely remembered what he looked like. He was the muscular one in their bubble gum pop song. With the odd Hawaiian themed shirt.

She led you to what was obviously a private room, standing by the door and motioning for you to head inside. "This is where I leave you," she smiled. "Please don't quit. You seem super fun" 

You both laughed and made promises to hang out after if you survived. 

And with that you entered the room.

--

The room was bigger than you thought it would be, and it was empty. It was quite obvious that you had been the first one to enter. With a content sigh, you began setting up your materials. Makeup brushes, powders, glosses, concealer, everything one would possibly need.

Five minutes had gone by and the man still hadn’t come in, with a sigh, you lounged across the makeup chair, debating on whether you should change into a different top that you wouldn’t mind getting dirty. 

Before you could come to a conclusion, the door slammed open. You stood up immediately, bowing your head in respect before standing to get a proper first look at the man. Your eyes were going to fall out of your head.

“Are you my new makeup artist?”

It was an easy question. You should’ve been able to answer it with ease. But the way he said it??? The way he said ‘my’ as though you weren’t just working for him but you belonged to him? 

With a deep breath you nodded. “My name is Y/n and I’ll be working on your make up,” you more or less repeated his question. 

He did nothing but smirk before moving closer to you. Now for the reason you were flustered? This wasn’t the man you saw in the soda-pop music video. The man in that video wore some turquoise button up that was too tight for his body and a pair of skinny jeans. The man that was right in front of you was straight up shirtless.

You were staring up at him wide eyed when he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Are you going to stand there the whole time or let me sit down princess?”

You gasped in embarrassment before moving away, you didn’t need to look into a mirror to confirm how red your face must have been. “Stupid Y/nie,” you thought in your head as the man chuckled and got into the makeup seat.

Looking to the sky as though saying a quick prayer to the Lord, you gathered the courage to get started on his makeup. 

–

You were starting to understand why everyone before you had quit so soon.

The man refused to comply with anything you asked. You had been working on concealing his under eye bags when he began man-spreading. There was no way for you to work comfortably in front of him and you were pretty sure he knew it. 

You let out a sigh of frustration, backing away from him. 

He looked up from his phone to stare at you innocently. “Having trouble?”

“No,” you sent a fake smile. “It’s just a bit difficult to work when you’re sitting like that.”

He looked at you feigning innocence before sitting up. Putting his phone on the vanity before reaching out to grab your waist. It was only then that you noticed how much bigger he was compared to you. 

He maneuvered your body so you stood between his legs, giving you ample space to reach out for his face. You were left in a state of shock when he leaned back, a grin on his face. This wasn’t fair.

You were expecting a cocky man who dressed in mismatched neon highlighter outfits. Not this cocky, shirtless, muscular, fine as hell, really strong, nice looking, handsome, confident….

“Better?” he asked, breaking your thoughts.

You swallowed, nodding quickly before refocusing on your work. You forced yourself to ignore the way you were basically pressing up against him to reach his face.

–

You quickly learnt that he didn’t just get his makeup done in the room. Two of his outfit stylists had entered the room when you were working on highlighting his face. Fortunately, he had begun behaving so you were no longer standing between his legs but were instead standing beside him, gently brushing at his eyelids.

When the door had opened, you almost jumped in surprise as two energetic women entered the room. Your eyes widened at their outfits, pretty tight crop tops and mini-skirts.

As they laid eyes on you, you could practically see the excitement leave their bodies as they narrowed their eyes at you. One was about to speak, her gaze condescending when the other forcefully grabbed her arm to shut her up.

The other looked annoyed but quickly realized who else was in the room with you. “Abby oppa~” she cooed, your eyes widened, quickly realizing why they seemed so pissed. “Who is this?”

Abby, who had seemingly found peace in your hands, briefly opened his eyes to glance at them. “She’s my new makeup artist,” he said before closing his eyes, assuming you’d continue your work. There it was. The way he said “my” again.

The girls said nothing, but you could tell they hated you. They glared hard at you, distracting you from your work. Suddenly, you felt a firm squeeze at your waist, gasping in shock, you looked down.

Abby’s eyes were still closed but he was obviously getting annoyed at your long pause. “Are you gonna continue princess?”

You said nothing but continued your work, praying the two girls would stop plotting your death. 

–

Eventually, he had to get dressed. The two girls, after sucking up to him for a while, reluctantly left. You turned to the mirror to begin packing up, also to give him space to get dressed.

It had been a few minutes of silence when he spoke again. “Y/n,” he called out. You, none the wiser (even though you should probably be on guard at this point) turned.

How was the guy hotter than before? The boots, the leather pants, the fishnet top… He was still practically shirtless, his toned body only more defined because of the top. Your eyes trailed up to his face, he’d caught you staring again. 

“W-what do you need?” You fumbled over your words, facepalming mentally. 

He gestured to his lips, a knowing smirk on his face. “You haven’t put on the lipstick yet”

This man was actually going to be the end of you.

You rummaged through your pockets, finding a nice glossy purple colour. You moved closer to him, getting up on your tiptoes to reach him. He let out a chuckle, that did something to your brain, before leaning down so he was at your eye level. 

“Go on.”

You took in a breath, opening the lipstick before gently pressing it to his pretty, pink, plump, soft, shiny… 

Swallowing your nerves, you used your pinky to smudge the gloss so it stayed perfectly. Once you finished, you quickly backed away. He was in no rush to stand, putting on the black beaded gat on his head as he left the room.

“See ya princess.”

As soon as he left you let yourself fall to the floor. Why did you take this job??? You needed to tell Angela and the girls everything.

[tikitsune]

૮ ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა

[kdh-tally]

Jinu x Immortal!Reader

Prompt : The gang spies on Jinu and his mysterious date.

Author's Note : Guy i was lowkey pulling words out of my behind when I started writing this lmao. Can you tell when i actually locked in? 😭😭😭 The ending is a bit wonky but don't blame me <3 Having an allergic reaction!

Jinu had been acting suspicious for the last few days. Everyone had noticed. 

He'd sneak out of the boys dorm constantly, coming up with obviously rushed excuses that made no sense. 

No one could understand what was keeping him away from what was supposed to be his home. 

There was nothing that could help them understand, so like the sneaky nosey friends they were, they followed him out one day.

"I'm gonna head to the library today," Jinu said, not even paying attention to his surroundings as he rushed to grab his wallet and coat in case it got cold.

"We'rent you just there yesterday?" Romance called from the couch, suspiciously watching his older bandmate look around frantically for a new excuse. 

"Umm I need to study more about the history of dance!" That was the brilliant idea he went with. 

Baby let out a laugh, obviously not believing a word he said.

Abby shook his head and Mystery said nothing but everyone could tell that he too was amused.

Jinu rolled his eyes, opening the door only to come face to face with Huntrix. 

The girls eyed him suspiciously, Rumi smirking at his hurried expression. "Going somewhere?"

"He's gonna learn the history of dance," Baby spoke for him, a teasing smirk on his face.

Jinu rolled his eyes, stepping by all three girls and rushing out the penthouse. 

All remaining 7 musicians looked at each other before immediately rushing to their huge windows that displayed the whole city. 

However, it seems that even Jinu had thought of that. The boy had hidden in an alley before teleporting away. 

"How are we supposed to track him now?" Zoey pouted at the idea of not being able to spy on the boy band member. 

"Well I put a tracker on him..."

Everyone turned to look at Mystery in confusion. He only held his hands up, as though surrendering. "It's only so I know where you guys are"

No one questioned it but happily looked at his phone. They were expecting to see his location at the library, where he said he would be, but he was somewhere completely different.

"An art studio?" Mira mumbled in confusion. "Jinu likes art?"

"You learn something new everyday," Mystery shrugged.

With that, the group dispersed to where Jinu was meant to be. 

-- 

"I'm sorry I'm late sweetheart," the black haired man panted as he got to the doors of the art museum.

As he finally stood up, his eyes softened as they fell upon the gorgeous girl waiting for him.

"It's alright," she smiled sweetly at him. "I just got here anyways."

"How did I get so lucky," he whispered before pulling her into a hug. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, causing her to laugh. His smile only got wider.

"We should go inside now, don't wanna lose our reservation." 

"Actually... I reserved the place for the whole day," Jinu smiled sheepishly knowing he was about to get an earful from the shorter girl.

"Jinu, what have I told you about spending so much money!" She frowned in displeasure at his actions. He looked down at her sheepishly. Unfortunately, she could never stay angry at him for long.

"I have more than enough money sweetheart. You know this," he reminded her as he planted quick kisses all over her face.

"A decent amount of that money belongs to Huntrix, not you."

"Am I just not supposed to take advantage of my rich friends? Besides, it barely made a dent in their bank account."

"Just follow me you big baby," she shook her head in amusement before pulling him into the fancy building with her.

Little did they know they were being watched by a bunch of nosy people. 

"He has a secret girlfriend?" Baby watched. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted in shock. None of them actually ever thought something like this was possible.

"And here I was thinking he was training to be some secret ballerina or something," Abby mumbled.

"Really? Secret ballerina?" Romance looked at him with an unamused expression on his face.

"Okay not a secret ballerina but you know. I wasn't expecting this!"

--

Back to the museum, the couple took their time looking over each painting. Jinu wasn't really looking at the at however, eyes focused somewhere else. 

"I remember painting that," she hummed, staring at a gorgeous work of art that was dated back to hundreds of years ago. In it were two children, happy as could be. They both stood beneath a waterfall, splashing water onto each other. Almost like a memory forever stuck in time.

"I wish I could meet them, you know," Jinu mumbled, coming to stand behind her. His arms wrapped around her waist gently, providing a sense of comfort. 

"They would've loved you," she smiled wistfully, admiring the two kids in the painting. 

They eventually moved on, the girl pointing out more images on the wall and small clay sculptures of creatures she claimed to have made herself.

Jinu was entranced by every single one. How had he gotten so lucky?

--

"He's watching her like a puppy," Mira laughed as she watched the couple through her binoculars. Romance reached for them to see for himself. 

"So basically how Mystery looks at Zoey," Baby grinned. 

Romance shook his head slowly as he watched his band leader trail after the mystery girl. Obvious adoration pouring out of his eyes. "Nah, this is worse. Waaaay worse."

"How did none of us see this coming?" Rumi sighed, rubbing her forehead.Of all the things the group had been expecting him to hide it wasn't a random human girl. 

"We should move closer and eavesdrop," Zoey suggested, getting a supporting nod from Abby and Mystery. 

With everyone in agreement, they headed down quietly, sneaking into the museum and hanging from the ceiling. 

"Oh my gosh we're like spider man!" Zoey whispered loudly in excitement before Mira's hand came to cover her mouth. 

"Be any louder and you'll blow our cover," she whispered back.

Zoey smiled sheepishly, mouthing an apology before they all refocused on Jinu and the girl.

--

"Oh I know this dress!" The girl skipped happily over to an eerily similar looking statue. It was as if someone had captured her very essence into an inanimate form. 

"My friend from back then made this for a buyer," she recounted wistfully. She had never gotten to see the finished product, the buyer too greedy for the statue to let anyone lay eyes on it.

"They did a great job," Jinu cooed, spinning her around to face him. "It's almost as beautiful as you are."

The girl felt her face heat up, her eyes darting anywhere except for the man who held her so gently in his arms. "My eyes are over here," he whispered, gently holding her chin and making her face him. 

"Jinu..." The boy leaned in closer, eyes closing as his hands pulled her closer.

However, before they could even touch, they were interrupted by a very familiar sound. A camera shutter. Jinu was quick to pull away, moving the girl protectively behind him as he looked around. "Someone's here," he whispered.

How could he have been so foolish? He was so absorbed by his date that he hadn't even thought to stay alert for any paparazzi. And now someone had a picture of him with her. He didn't want her to face any backlash. Not from his friends or from the fans or general public. 

She could see that he was getting nervous, especially by the way his eyes were flickering around the room. She was about to say something comforting when she heard it. 

"Holy shit they’re gonna kiss!"

The two froze. Jinu's eyes widened in recognition before narrowing in anger. He felt a tug on his arm, looking down to his lover only to see her pointing up above them.

Directly where his 7 friends were handing. They all looked embarrassed at the fact that they had been caught. Well all except Mystery who was looking down in shock. 

"Hey Jinu...." 

"I'm going to kill all of you."

–

The group had settled in the museum cafeteria. It was the only modern part of the building. There were only a few workers, most not having to come in since Jinu had booked it for the entire day.

Baby and Abby were scarfing down their meals like starved children. Romance watched in disgust as they did so. Mira drank out of a large soda cup, picking out of the fries that Rumi and Zoey shared.

Jinu glared at all of them as his girl happily ate her meal beside her. He made the horrible mistake of glancing down at her and found himself unable to look away. His harsh glare softened into something softer once more.

The only person who seemingly wasn’t alright was Mystery. He sat between Zoey and the other boys, knee bounding anxiously as he stared at the girl in front of him. He had his hair up, an unusual occurrence but no one commented, so he could get a better glimpse. And his eyes weren’t mistaken.

“So are you going to introduce us?” Rumi spoke, covering her mouth out of politeness as she swallowed her food.

Jinu sighed, choosing to lecture them later before grabbing the girl's hand. She had been happily enjoying her food when her attention was drawn back to the group and all the eyes on her.

“This is Y/n. She’s my…” he trailed off. Everyone waited while Jinu struggled to find a word that would encompass everything she was to him. “She’s everything to me.”

No one spoke for a while, until the silence was broken by the boy group’s maknae. “Damn he’s a goner.”

Jinu rolled his eyes. Y/n laughed before sending them all a wave. “I’m Jinu’s girlfriend.”

They all nodded, having figured out that much. 

“I’m Romance,” the pink haired man sent a playful wink, immediately receiving a glare from Jinu.

“Abby.”

“Mira,” she smirked teasingly.

“Rumi,” the girl group leader smiled comfortingly.

“Zoey!”

“Baby”

They all turned to the quietest group member who was still staring. Y/n looked as well, finally locking eyes on the boy who had been watching her since they got a proper glance of her face.

Y/n gasped immediately. How had she not seen him before? 

“Shi-Hyun?” she spoke warily.

Mumbles of confusion filled the air. Jinu looked at Mystery then Y/n confused. 

Mystery’s fingers tightened around his cup until the plastic cracked. His breath hitched, eyes wide and glossed over. “Y/n…”

“How is that possible?” She muttered to herself.

“Can someone explain what’s going on?”

Y/n didn’t divert her eyes from the boy. “He’s my family.”

Immediately the group erupted in questions and surprised gasps. 

“How is that possible? You’re a human???”

“Mystery doesn’t have family!”

And so on.

Once they had settled, Y/n took in a breath. She figured she would have to explain at some point. Seeing that Jinu already knew granted her a bit of comfort. “I’m not exactly from this time.”

The girls were leaning in, paying close attention, while the boys nodded and followed along. 

“I stopped aging a long time ago. Hundreds of years ago. My family… We were poor but we were glad.” She smiled wistfully, looking at the table. This was always the tough part. “There were a few complications after my brother's birth and I lost both my parents and was sent to live with a wicked aunt.”

Jinu squeezed her hand tighter. 

“I was sold off to a rich noble. That's where I met him,” she motioned to Mystery whose eyes were filled with tears. Zoey looked at him in worry, wrapping an arm around him in comfort. “His name was Shi-Hyun back then. He was one of the house workers but was treated lowly simply because he was mute.”

A silence fell over the group, almost like a puzzle was being solved in their brains.

“That’s why you don’t talk much,” Baby mumbled, rubbing the boy's shoulder affectionately. 

“Though he couldn’t express himself vocally he could do so artistically.” She smiled tearily. “He made the prettiest sculptures, a few of them are actually in this museum.”

Mystery’s ears turned red in embarrassment as he looked to the ground. She laughed but carried on to explain how they'd gotten so close to the point where she considered him her younger brother.

As Y/n’s explanation came to an end, a nice calm spread over them all. Not only had they gotten more insight into Mystery’s past, they’d gotten to know of Jinu’s girl.

The calm lasted for three minutes.

“Can you guys leave now? We aren’t done with our date–”

“Jinu!”

“What?! I reserved this place for two people, not nine,” he huffed in annoyance.

The others laughed before rising. Abby gave Jinu a proud pat on the back. “Have fun you guys.”

“It was nice seeing you again Y/n”

“Bring her around the tower sometime!”

Once they finally left, it was just them again. 

Before Y/n could speak, Jinu had already pulled her closer by her waist. He was quick to lean in closer, leaving her extremely flustered. “Now where were we?”

[tikitsune]

Hehe! Giggling and kicking my feet.

[bibliochii]

𝐁𝐎𝐁𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𖹭.ᐟ

synopsis: reader is a host for a youtube interview show where the premise is a fake date with idols in a boba tea shop. (inspired by chicken shop date)

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 the opportunity to interview south korea’s most popular and attractive boyband, the saja boys!

a week before the interview, you did extensive research on the saturated boyband to avoid asking the same repetitive, and borderline shady, questions that most interviewers asked celebrities.

well, you tried to, anyway.

“what the hell…?” you rubbed your temple as you sat slouched and annoyed in front of your computer. the blue light not doing any favors for your tired, burning eyes.

surprisingly, any backgroud information about the saja boys’ past or even uprising is either vague or entirely nonexistent. it’s as if the boys didn’t even exist before their debut, like they just spawned out of thin air one day.

for three days, you pulled all-nighter after all-nighter trying to find reliable sources about each member’s past, only to find headcanons made by pride, shipping wars, and nasty rumors made up by anti-stans.

you let out a defeated groan.

at this point, i’m beginning to question if they’re industry plants…

you looked at your notebook on the side of your desk. what was supposed to be a page or two of good questions to ask the saja boys was instead filled with: where the fuck did ya’ll come from? are ya’ll aware you’re being shipped with each other? know anything about industry plants?, etc.

yup. a clear cry for help.

the only thing you really had going for you were questions about their music and lyricism, specifically on why all of their songs are about consumption.

there’ve been many theories by pride on why all of their songs involved consuming, that the lyrics could be hinting at something deeper. some fans even noted that if you just read the lyrics of each saja boy song without listening to the music, the tone changes from bubblegum to…ominous.

of course, there’s the other half of the pride that chalks it all up to the boys just being really into cunnilingus. so there’s that.

𖹭

meeting the saja boys for the first time was…an experience.

before you could even introduce yourself, mystery was in your face, barking at you like he was a stray dog whose tail you just stepped on. he got snatched back so fast by jinu, their leader.

“we’re so sorry!" he bent over 90 degrees in apology, forcing mystery to do the same. you could tell jinu had a vice grip on the back of mystery’s neck by the way his veins were protruding on his hand.

before you could recover from the shock, romance was then in your face, cooing at how pretty you were.

“never met a girl as pretty as you. what’s your name, angel?”

“i-"

once again, jinu snatched romance by the neck and gripped his head down in apology just like mystery before him.

“please excuse him!"

“ow! watch the hair!"

abby looked like he was about to act a fool, too, but froze when he caught sight of jinu side-eyeing him with a look that threatened a brutal murder.

𖹭

the interview itself was even more chaotic and it wasn’t entirely because of the saja boys.

your interviewing style wasn’t exactly conventional. celebrities are often treated like spectacles or descended deities by hosts’, but you ran your show by treating guests like old friends on a unserious date. in addition, you refused to invite or accept requests of celebs you didn’t like onto your show. you’ve even been cancelled by parasocial fans for deleting your interviews with celebs who were later exposed for being either bigots or criminals.

jinu was a gentlemen throughout the entire interview. during the bands introduction, he thanked you sincerely for having them on your show. he offered his full, undivided attention to you and praised you on how good your questions were. a skill you felt very prideful about.

you did notice something odd, however.

"as the composer and co-producer of the group, i'm curious about when your journey with music began? would you mind sharing, jinu?"

that's when you noticed it.

despite it being so subtle that you could miss it with a blink. you saw how his face twitched. how his eyes darkened as they glazed over for just a second. it may have been a trick of the light, but in that second, you swore you saw his eyes glow. the air of the room shifted, too.

it didn't help that the other boys suddenly fell quiet. it felt like you were being were being given a silent warning to not ask the wrong thing. but what was the wrong thing to ask?

you attempted to correct your mistake.

"i apologize if it's a sensitive topic, we'll cut this ou-"

"no." jinu snapped from his daze and swiftly switched back into his idol persona. "it's okay, i don't mind answering." he smiled, but it hardly reached his eyes.

the air in the room felt lighter again, though.

many pressing questions swirled in your mind, and your curiousty only grew when jinu's answer felt so vague and fabricated.

seriously, are these guys industry plants?

𖹭

romance was staring at you the entire time as if you were a painting in the louvre. you noticed that whenever you asked him question, he took a long sip of his milk tea while making prolonged eye contact. his aim was obviously to fluster you, so you decided to match his energy.

“you know, romance, out of all members, you’re the one i did the most research on?”

“oh?" he raised a brow, tilting his head on his palm. "you find me that interesting?"

“of course, it’s important to know things about my future husband.”

romance felt his cold heart take a screenshot. hosts' were usually flustered just by his presence alone, but none were ever so bold to flirt back. he turned his head to the side, covering his face with the back of his hand.

abby whistled. “damn, that was smooth."

𖹭

as usual during interviews, baby was polite and acting cute, but you noticed that there was an air of disinterest emitting from him. wanting to change that, you presented him with a twelve pack of the spiciest hot sauce in south korea and told him that if he could drink a whole boba tea version of the sauce in five minutes, he could keep the pack.

immediately, his demeanor switched from cute to daredevil.

you watched in equal horror and awe as he chugged the hellish boba down in a single minute. the boys cheered for him, minus jinu, who just looked done with everything.

afterwards, baby became engaged in the interview, even asking you questions about yourself and your show, all of which you happily answered.

𖹭

you don't know how it happened, but somehow, as you were interviewing the muscle of the group...you winded up sitting on abby's back as he did twenty sets of pushups while the rest of the boys were trying to break him as a challenge.

out all the boys, romance was oddly putting in the most effort to make abby fail.

if someone had told you that becoming a host would lead you to sitting on a handsome rich mans back, you would've laughed in their face. but, atlast, here you are doing just that.

"you know," abby grunted. "i've never held a girl like this before."

"are you saying i'm special?" you joked.

you shifted a bit when abby chuckled. you quickly adjusted yourself to avoid a nasty fall.

"don't worry, i won't drop you."

"good," you sat up straight. "this is the greatest moment of my whole career. i don't want it to be ruined."

you could've sworn you heard romance mutter something under his breath, but chose to ignore it.

as much fun as you were having though, you definitely felt anxiety building up.

should i keep this in the video? my sasaeng senses are tingling like crazy.

𖹭

you had a slight beef with mystery that you couldn’t shake off since your first interaction. when he was in the middle of answering your question, you felt the sudden urge to hiss at him for revenge...so you did. mystery, as well as the other boys, fell silent as he stared at you with his mouth agape.

“yea, how do you like it?" you smirked, starring him down with a challenging look in your eyes.

jinu side-eyed mystery with tight lips. “mystery, don-"

“GRRR!!!"

the last few minutes of the interview was you and mystery trying to assert dominance on the other with hisses, growls, barking, and evening roaring. this continued for awhile with most of it edited out of the video.

“uh, should we stop this.” abby cringed.

“nah, i wanna see who wins.” baby leaned forward on the table, drinking the last of his boba.

romance held a hand to his heart. “even when she’s growling, she’s angelic."

fuck my life. jinu facepalmed.

thank you for reading, ya'll ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ꒳ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ it's been so much fun FINALLY writing for these dorks !! it feels so good to be a part of a new fandom with rich content aaaa !!!

[tikitsune]

Nugget of gold #idekbutilikeit!

[kukinkrim-deactivated20250711]

the prettiest manager goes to..

saja boys x gn!manager!reader

notes: what's up with kpop groups and their pretty managers bro 🤧

the saja boys were gods among men.

literally. more than half of the nation's population practically worshipped the ground they walked on.

which is ironic since this group of boys are anything but angelic.

nonetheless, they were still worshipped. they were practically the nation's golden children next to huntrix. they were loved, not only in south korea, but all across the globe. these five demon boys had the whole nation in a chokehold that no one could quite explain.

it's a no-brainer. attractive men with honeyed voices? of course, everyone's already practically drooling on their feet.

well, that's what abby believes anyway.

"manager-nim, we love you!" he stares in disbelief as he was cast aside, being shoved somewhere in the back as fans rushed towards you who was merely standing in the background.

you, not him.

the fans that used to carry boards with their faces now had yours plastered everywhere with hearts decorating all over it. it's safe to say abby is in shock. he watches from the back as fans swarmed you from left to right, cameras clicking and fans chanting your name over and over again.

"it seems our fans love them," jinu chuckles as he watched you look over at them through a sea of heads, begging for help.

"am i the idol here?" abby blinks, genuinely still baffled at how things turned out. what was supposed to be just a quick move from their apartment to their black van, was now an unexpected meet-and-greet with their beloved fans. except, they weren't fawning over the saja boys.

they were fawning over their manager.

“you were,” mystery replied with a deadpan tone, patting him on the back comfortingly. “but not anymore,” he added, watching the chaos unfold before him. “we've been dethroned.”

“i feel… replaced.” romance sighed dramatically, trying not to laugh when he sees you sending him a look that screamed for help. the entire thinf was rather amusing to watch.

baby squints his eyes when he catches one of the signs that a fan has brought. a picture of your face decorated with glitters with a quote that says, 'MANAGER-NIM PLEASE HAVE MY BABIES' and he physically recoiled in disgust. "are you sure that's not sexual harassment?"

“well,” jinu grinned, clapping to gain the attention of his members. “that’s what we get for having a pretty manager, i suppose.”

durimg the car ride to the studio, who were utterly exhausted. your back hunched in the worst way possible as you drove. “next fan meet,” you muttered. “i’m retiring.”

“too late,” baby said, scrolling through twitter. “you’re trending. again.”

“#managernimsupremacy,” abby read aloud from his phone, pouting. “unbelievable!"

that's how it started; as a joke. it was something that was just amusing to watch. afterall, it wasn't everyday you get to see your beloved manager be awarmed by thousands of fans.

a harmless, chaotic little joke they all laughed about.

at first.

until it became an everyday occurence.

“wow, the fans love you more than us now,” romance teased one day as you stepped back into the van, arms full of fan gifts: hand creams, vitamin packs, an absurd number of plushies, and three more custom water bottles with your name on them in a cursive font.

he takes one of the hand creams from you, a rose-scented one, happy that he got a free product despite being a rich idol who could probably afford to buy more than 10 boxes of each scent.

you merely shrugged. you've gotten used to it at this point. you've learned to be grateful of the gifts you received, even when they are being constantly shoved in your face left and right. "i think they’re just being nice. i take care of you guys for years now, afterall."

"nice?” baby echoed, peeking into the box you placed on the seat beside you. “these creams are imported from france!”

“lucky. and i got a drawing of myself being lovingly thrown into the ocean,” mystery muttered, sulking as he leans against the door of the van.

it was funny at first, really. they’d giggle when fans squealed at your presence. playfully sulk when they caught fans sneaking pictures of you while pretending to wait in their lines. jinu even once asked a fan to move over so he could take a selfie with the poster of you she brought instead of his face.

all jokes. harmless teasing.

“manager-nim, i wrote a song about you. it’s called ‘my only manager.’ can i sing it?” a fan once asked as he skipped throigh the five boys during their fansign, waltzimg straight to you who was waiting at the end of the table. he was clasping his hands together, pleading, that you didn't have the heart to refuse.

besides, happy fans, happy idols, right?

you, being your polite, adorable, very-unaware-of-the-effect-you-had-on-people self, smiled and said, “of course!”

the moment he opened her mouth and serenaded you with tearful sincerity; with a voice that only a mother could love, the atmosphere had already began to shift.

suddenly, abby wasn’t smiling anymore. he was pouting with his hands pressed against his ears. his eyes were glaring at the fan who was still talking to you.

romance forgot what he was supposed to write on the album page and signed I HATE HIM in all caps. the poor fan looked at him in confusion, looking at her album before shrugging.

baby was recoiling in absolute disgust. his mouth opens once in a while, his hand on his microphone. his throat was itching to say something but the hand om his shoulder stopped him from saying anything that could get him cancelled. jinu's hand on his shoulder was firm, his eye twitching and his smile tight.

mystery looks like he's about to lunge out of his chair and bite the vocal chords of this stupid fan and his stupid serenade.

after that day, it wasn’t funny anymore. it became annoying.

fans constantly showered you with gifts and love confessions and marriage proposals—which is something they should be getting used to. they are idols in the industry, afterall. they've gone through it and so much other worse things!

but they really couldn't help but be annoyed whenever you were at the receiving end of their fans' affections.

“do you want people to fall in love with you?” baby asked one night during dinner at a restaurant, stabbing his kimchi a little too violently.

“i—what?” you blinked.

“maybe wear a mask or something,” abby suggested, half-joking. “your face is… too face-y.”

“face-y?”

"it means stop being pretty for once!"

"you guys are being unreasonable."

“we’re done,” jinu said as he placed his chopsticks down. "you're getting demoted to a water staff."

"what?!"

"you only get to show up once during the day and that's to bring us water. no mingling with fans!"

“wait—what? why?!”

“you’ve been working too hard,” he said, but his eyes were definitely glaring. though it didn't seem to be aimed directly at you. not at you, but at something outside the restaurant’s window. you followed his gaze just in time to see two fans holding up a banner that read: MANAGER-NIM, YOU ARE OUR LITERAL SALVATION 💘💘💘

you laughed awkwardly, waving at the two, before sighing. “is this because someone shouted ‘marry me’ at me during soundcheck yesterday?"

“it's because five people shouted it,” abby corrected, “one of them brought a ring.”

“an actual ring,” abby added. “it even had your initials engraved."

“that could’ve been a coincidence,” you tried, but even you, yourself, didn't believe in your own poor excuse.

“it had your face on the box,” baby deadpanned. “your graduation photo. the ugly one.”

“okay wow, rude.” you huffed, glaring at the teal-haired demon who only shrugged.

“don’t dodge the point!” abby snapped. “you do know this is parasocial, right? that kind of fan attachment isn’t healthy!”

You stared at him. “you’re all literal idols. you thrive on parasocial relationships.”

“yes,” baby muttered into his drink, “with us. not with you. that’s the natural order of things.”

“you’re quite literally disrupting the ecosystem,” mystery added, deadpan.

“yes,” romance said, “but not when we’re the ones being ignored! #managernim is now trending higher than our actual comeback teaser.”

there it was.

the real reason.

you slowly leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms. a smile so smug forming on your lips. “ah. so it’s jealousy. you're jealous i stole your fans?”

“what? no—pfft.” jinu waved a hand dismissively, clearly lying. “it’s concern. genuine, heartfelt concern.”

“you’re mad because you tripped over a banner with my face on it.”

“i bled,” abby whimpered dramatically, rubbing his shin.

“you’re demons. you heal.”

“it stung me emotionally.”

romance groaned into his palms. “i literally sang a high note and no one blinked. but the second manager-nim smiles? everyone’s sobbing like they've been enlightened.”

“marry me. manager-nim is my mother and my father and my hope,” mystery quoted, mimicking the fan tweets he read before. “it’s endless.”

“i think it’s sweet,” you said with a small smile, just to poke at them.

five pairs of eyes glared at you in unison.

“no more public appearances,” jinu declared. “effective immediately. you’re on water duty and emotional lock-down.”

"you can’t be serious.”

“we are,” baby said. “and if any fan asks where you are, we’ll say you’re… on a paid vacation. to reconnect with nature. maybe with no wifi.”

“oh my god,” you muttered, hiding a laugh behind your hand. “you’re all actually insane.”

[tikitsune]

Hehe. They jelly.

[kukinkrim-deactivated20250711]

Would love to see Saga Boys with a Reader who’s voice can heals demon marks. Like, they’re a very rare type of hunter who’s born every thousand years or so. They can be an idol, a manager or just a normal person. Your choice!

song for the damned

saja boys x make-up artist!reader

themes: angst with comfort, post-concert

note: this is such an interesting idea! anon, your mind is beautiful

they were still demons; that fact didn’t change. not after that hellish concert, not after gwi-ma was sealed underground with the rest of demon kind, and not even after huntrix allowed them to live a life on the surface. they were still demons through and through. the patterns on their bodies were a constant reminder of that.

the truth was out.

but somehow, the public still loved them.

of course, the fandoms had their meltdowns. some people cried betrayal. they called them monsters, even tried to start a boycott. which wasn't at all surprising. they did try to eat their souls. but the majority? they stayed. the boys were still their idols, after all. still the voices they fell asleep to, the faces they cheered for, the music that made their hearts race.

but while the world seem to have forgiven them—they hadn’t forgiven themselves.

the intricate pruple patterns that curled around their bodies, crawling like flames up their necks, their backs, their ribs; it was a constant reminder of the shame that weighed their hearts. even with gwi-ma gone, it still reminded them of the contracts they made and the leash around their necks.

no matter how much the crowd screamed their names with love, the marks whispered louder. they were sinners. no good demons.

but you came along, waltzing in their little break room with a big bag full of make-up.

they weren’t supposed to like you this much. not at first.

you were just the new make-up artist. brought in post-apocalypse. their management team thought you’d be a temporary fix; a way to 'rebrand the boys with a softer touch' as they said. your job was simple: cover the marks, soften them up, and humanize the demons.

you don't think any amount of make-up could cover all that marks, though, but you said you were willing to give it a try.

what no one expected was that you would be the one to start healing them for real.

it was after a shoot when it happened. romance sat in the makeup chair, shirt off and his jacket tossed over a light stand. hair still wet from a rain scene he recorded.

you saw the mark on his chest for the first time, purple patterns coiling like a snake right over his heart and bodice. he caught you looking.

“ugly, right?” he said with a weak smile that i made your heart ache. “i know. you can just paint over it—”

you reached for a sponge, hesitating to pick it up. a part of you wanted to help him out—you have the power to do so, but a part of you also didn't want to show your secrets just yet.

romance sat slouched in the makeup chair, chest rising and falling with every uneven breath. the purple marks over his ribs pulsed faintly, like it had a heartbeat of its own. it looked angry today; twisting higher like it was feeding off his exhaustion.

you could see the way he avoided looking at it in the mirror. like if he didn’t acknowledge it, it wouldn’t be real.

a part of you wanted to help him. you could help him.

you haven't done it before. there wasn't exactly an opportunity to practice it. but you probably could. it's worth a try, right?

so you hovered there, fingers brushing the sponge.

“don’t bother,” romance muttered, mistaking your hesitation for reluctance. he looked away.

he thinks you're disgusted of the sight of him. “it won’t cover it. what's the point, right? i'm forever cursed to look like walking graffiti for eternity.”

you tried to laugh, but it came out too tight.

“i mean, it’s not… that bad,” you said weakly.

he glanced at you, one brow raised. “it looks like a squid tried to do calligraphy on my chest.”

you snorted before you could stop yourself.

ah, screw it. you thought.

you closed your make-up bag, earning a confused look from your client. and gently, you reached out to his arms, fingers brushing just above his chest. “i’m not promising anything,” you murmured.

romance blinked, his eyes glancing rowards your hand in confusion. “wait–what are you–"

and you sang.

it was barely a hum, really. a tune that slipped out like it had always been there, sitting beneath your tongue. and romance gasped when his patterns glow.

the purple ink rippled under your touch. slowly, and beautifully, it began to fade. the marks thinned, dissolving like smoke curling off his skin, fading into warmth and gold. his whole body relaxed like someone had lifted a boulder off his chest.

"what...?" he breathes out. romance stared at you, eyes wide. “what… what was that?”

you pulled your hand back, swallowing thickly. “nothing. just… something i do sometimes.”

“that wasn’t nothing,” he whispered, sitting up straighter, touching his chest. he stares at himself im the mirror in awe. “that felt like—uh, kind of like breathing for the first time in years.”

you busied yourself with the makeup kit, avoiding his gaze. “please don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“i’m absolutely making a big deal out of it,” he said, still staring at you like you just hung the stars. "your voice is magical!"

you sighed, shaking your head. "whatever. i need to go to the bathroom. i'll be back."

romance sat in silence in the middle of the room, still admiring himself on the mirror.

not soon after, his members started filing in. they came back one by one from shooting their solo scenes. they looked tired with sweat dripping down their foreheads, immediately slumping on the chairs they could hold on to.

romance, however, looked like he’d just had a religious experience.

naturally, this raised alarms.

“okay, romance, i see that face you're making. what did you break?” jinu asked first, garnering the attention of the other three.

"you look... different. i just can't tell what it is," abby squints his eyes, tapping a finger on his chin.

"why are you smiling like that?" baby asks, pretending to shiver. "it gives me the creeps."

romance ignored them all, still touching his chest, fingertips ghosting over where the his patterns had sat heavy just minutes ago. now gone. he remained quiet, staring at his reflection like he couldn't believe it was real.

jinu finally raised an eyebrow. “you good, man?"

romance looked up slowly, “we’ve got to keep her.”

everyone blinked.

“keep who?” mystery asked cautiously while he ramaged through the drawers for a snack. he glanced at romance once before deciding he's too hungry to look at anyone.

“our make-up artist.” romance said, turning to them with a strange urgency in his eyes. not caution nor fear, but his eyes were unusually shining. “she sang. like, really. i didn’t ask her to. she just… did. and the mark–it faded. i don’t know how, it just did."

for a moment, no one spoke.

"are you on drugs?" mystery whispers.

"i'm serious! see?" he gestures to his body that was clean. gone was the ugly, purple patterns that curled on his skin. the others came closer, making sure their friend wasn't going crazy and sure enough, he was telling the truth.

his marks were gone.

"so that's what's different!" abby exclaimed, "i thought you had a new haircut or something."

"she did that?” jinu asked, still in disbelief.

romance nodded sincerely.

"where is she now, then?"

baby sighed, slumping back into his chair. "maybe she ran away or something."

mystery crossed his arms, “so she’s been walking around here with healing power in her throat and didn’t tell us?”

“honestly?” abby grinned, “i kind of dig it.”

“we can’t let her go,” romance said firmly. “i don’t care if she only signed on for makeup. we are keeping her.”

“what do you mean, like, ‘keeping her’ like a pet or—"

“she’s human,” jinu reminded. “we can't keep her. we can’t force her to stay.”

romance looked like he was ready to argue, but then you poked your head into the room. "oh, good. you’re all back,” you said, smiling casually, unaware of their talk. “great. who’s next for touch-ups?”

all five demons fell quiet.

atleast, for a good few seconds before they were shoving each other back.

"me!” abby practically lunged out of his chair, tripping over mystery's leg in the process.

“i was next,” baby growled, standing up so fast his chair screeched. his hand gripped abby's arm trying to pull him back.

“you don’t even have makeup on,” mystery commented, elbowing his way past the teal-haired demon.

jinu raised both hands, already halfway to the door. “i'm first. technically, i have seniority. i am the leader.”

“technically, i don't care. i'm first!" abby yells, struggling to walk with demons clinging onto his leg and arm.

“i have a smudge,” mystery lied instantly, dragging a finger across his cheek to make one. "i need it fixed. the director said i need to. now. asap. please?"

you blinked, staring at them all like they had grown a second pair of heads.

“…okay,” you said slowly. “you guys are weirder than usual, but sure.” you slipped back inside the room and walked back to the makeup room.

there was a collective scramble behind you. chairs toppled. someone definitely stepped on someone else's foot. mystery may or may not have kicked abby’s shin that caused him to wail in pain.

by the time you reached your chair, all five of them were trying to be the first to sit in it. you don't even know why romance was still here. you finished with him a while ago. you crossed your arms.

“is this a joke?” you asked.

“absolutely not,” jinu said smoothly, already halfway into the seat before baby shoved him off.

“i just think it’s only fair we get the same vocal magic you gave him,” jinu groans, glaring at baby, before motioning to romance’s still-exposed chest—who, by the way, doesn't seem to have any intention of buttoning up.

you rolled your eyes. “oh my god. you're all being dramatic. i don't even know if it will work again.”

mystery stepped forward, “please. i haven’t slept in three days. i can't look at the mirror without hating myself. i need this.” that was the longest, most unhinged thing mystery has ever said to you.

“i think you need therapy.”

“maybe a song could do,” he added quickly.

you sighed, giving in. "alright, as long as you can agree on who goes first. i don't want any fighting, got it?"

[tikitsune]

Nugget of 🏆

[kazumi-himura]

🍪 Diplomacy

◇---------------------------------------------------◇

Baby Saja x Huntrix's member!reader

Synopsis : Amongst all the members, you're the quietest, biggest cookie lover maknae in Huntrix. Everytime chaos unfold, you just.. stare floors, or empty space. Except this time, a man— no, a demon, caught your big, doey eyes 🥺.

Warnings : Fluff :D, crack, backflash at the start, Abs flexing at nothing, Romance winks (?) at nothing (is this even possible lol), Jinu and Rumi being luv birds, Zoey stealing glances at Mystery more than she should (implied xd), Mira being an angy sister >:(.

Enjoy :D

◇---------------------------------------------------◇

You don’t know why Rumi dragged you here.

You're not a fighter. You’ve never held a weapon in your life. While she and the others train until their limbs ache and their voices shout through wind-split air, you're the one quietly standing in the corner, clutching a half-wrapped cookie and hoping no one asks you to chant anything.

But she heard you.

Earlier today, in a forgotten hallway of the temple, you were just passing time—humming to yourself, thinking no one was listening. A soft, wordless melody. Something gentle to fill the silence.

Rumi stopped in her tracks. Looked at you like you'd just opened a door she’d been banging on for years.

“That’s your voice?” she asked.

You nodded, cautious.

“Good. You're coming with me.”

You blinked. “But I’m not—”

“You’re not a hunter. I know,” she said, impatient. “That voice of yours? It’s— something i've never heard before. If you can sing like that when the Honmoon flares, you’ll save lives. So. Come.”

And just like that, you stand—on sacred ground, wearing borrowed boots, wrapped in a team jacket that still smells like sage and fire powder.

You’re the fourth member of Huntrix.

The maknae. The quietest one.

Not a hunter. But a voice they believe in.

So when the others step forward to fight—

You stay just behind.

And sing.

◇---------------------------------------------------◇

The rooftop is tense. Magic crackles in the air like neon static, swirling with the residue of both sound and sorcery.

Mira points her polearm with dramatic flair, “You parasite boyband wanna weaken the Honmoon? Not on our setlist.”

Zoey’s already got her daggers out, muttering diss tracks under her breath like a curse, that would probably got her cancelled if it was released.

Even Rumi—ever graceful, ever composed—tightens her grip on her sword, glaring across the divide at the shimmering silhouettes of the Saja Boys.

And in the middle of this K-pop–infused showdown…

You stand still. Like this: 🧍‍♀️

No dramatic poses. No blade in hand. Just... a cookie, in hand.

A soft choco-chip one. Slightly warm from your hoodie pocket.

Because while your members are bickering and preparing to fight— you are staring directly at one of the demons.

More specifically, him.

Baby Saja.

He wasn’t talking. Just standing with one hand in his pocket, lazily watching the others argue, his bluish eyes catching the light. His soft bangs framed his puppyish eyes, and for a demon, he looked oddly… edible?

No. Huggable. That’s what you meant.

Sparkles bloom in your eyes like "✨🥺✨" as you lock onto the maknae of the demon band. He’s standing just behind Jinu, arms crossed, eyes hooded and mildly bored— until he notices you staring.

From inside your hoodie, you pulled out your ultimate weapon.

A cookie.

Not a magical one. Just… a soft chocolate chip cookie wrapped in napkin. Your personal emergency snack.

While Mira threatened to decapitate Abs, Zoey argued with Romance, and Rumi is having a glaring contest with Jinu, you walked.

Silently.

Directly toward The Baby.

The arguing dimmed as the Saja Boys noticed your movement.

Jinu blinked. “Wait, is that the fourth one? I thought there were only three—”

“She never talks,” Romance whispered. “Maybe she’s a summon.”

“She’s… approaching Baby,” Mystery said slowly.

You stopped in front of Baby.

Your eyes, huge and glimmering, met his.

Wordlessly, you held up the cookie like a solemn peace treaty.

"🍪"

The air stills.

Everyone— including the demon king Gwi-Ma, possibly— pauses.

Baby blinks. Once. Twice.

Then he slowly walks past his members, ignoring Abby’s “Dude what are you—” and Romance’s theatrical scoff of “Bro she’s literally a Huntrix—”

He crouches slightly in front of you, peering slightly judging at your face, your expression unreadable except for the bright glimmer in your eyes and the way your fingers gently present the cookie like it’s a sacred relic.

"Is this cursed?” he mutters. It’s awkward. Confused.

You shake your head. Of course not, you love 'em cookies too much to waste even one of them.

He reached out, his slender fingers grazing just slightly against yours.

You blush, then smile. Barely. Just a small twitch of your lips. And then you hand him a second cookie.

“Extras,” you say softly.

Behind you, Mira yells, “Y/n! Stop fraternizing with the enemy!”

You do not respond. You’re too busy watching Baby eat the cookie with suspicious caution.

“You’re the maknae?” Baby asks after chewing.

You nod once.

“…Same.”

...

There is a beat, until you take out your own cookie to munch. Twin munching now.

Rumi sighs dramatically. “This is ridiculous. Are we fighting or not?”

Baby turns slightly and deadpans to his members, “I'm sitting this one out.”

“What?” Jinu growls.

Baby shrugs. “I’ve been offered peace. And sugar.”

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey just gawked in disbelief. Meanwhile, Jinu nudged Baby.

You stand in silence. Like 🧍‍♀️ but softer now. Maybe 🧍‍♀️✨.

And just like that, the first meeting between Huntrix and Saja Boys dissolves into chaos, confusion, and... cookie crumbs.

[tikitsune]

Hehe. Lovely.

[aritsukemo]

"You're...beautiful." | Saja Boys

Featuring: Jinu and Baby Saja

Summary: In which their demon forms are spontaneously revealed to their s/o and their first response to it is to tell them how pretty they look.

Warnings: Jinu's significant other is verbally mean with their show of affection ( totally not self-projecting ). I kept the reason of why their demon form was revealed to you purposely vague, but it's heavily implied that Baby was going to kill you after you found out. With that said, read at your own discretion!

A/N: This movie and its soundtrack has been stuck in my head for nearly a full week and now I'm making it everyone's problem. I literally wrote this because I couldn't stop imagining calling my two favorite saja boys pretty in their true forms..

Tagging: My fellow baby saja lover @nursedflowers / @popzev 

Extra: I officially have a taglist! If you liked this piece, please consider grabbing a loyalty card at the front counter!! <3

"You don't have to lie," Was the retort you were met with, followed up by a solemnly polite, "Really, it's okay. I won't hurt you... I...can't, not ever.."

"I'm not lying," You said firmly, and the narrowed look you shoot him afterwards is baffling to him.

"You have to be," He argues before suddenly sighing out and slumping his shoulders. The sight honestly reminded you of a sad, wet cat.

"You weren't supposed to find out like this," He muttered as if it were a chore to even so much as speak now. Moreover, there's a pregnant pause he takes after that before he admits, "You were never supposed to find out about this.."

"But I have," You tell him, and your hand inches closer to his and encases the discolored skin when it's finally in reach.

He doesn't pull his hand away. He tells himself that it's because he's scared of cutting you with his now elongated, sharper nails even as his fingers curl around your hand and his thumb cards along your knuckles.

It's out of habit, he further tells himself.

"I know now," You continue, "I know and I haven't ran or tried to attack you. That should be proof enough that I'm not lying."

"You haven’t ran because you're scared stiff," He spouts, "And you haven't attacked me because I'd kill you."

And you confidently snap back, "No, you wouldn’t. You said it yourself," throwing in, "Besides, you couldn’t hurt a fly even if you wanted to — last week when you broke that window trying to kill one is proof of that."

Your tone was laced with its usual lilt of snarky humor. That alongside how even your voice sounded in comparison to his own — which dipped and raised like an ocean's agitated wave — left a bitter taste in his mouth and made his brows knit together.

The usual soothing air normalcy brought you two was thriving more than ever, smothering any and all tension under its cool pillow. It was unnerving the way he almost felt at ease in the moment.

"You aren't understanding what's happening right now," He snapped, slipping his hand away as his voice rumbled with desperation, "Your boyfriend turned into a monster right before your eyes! You just found out that I've been lying to you all this time! I- I'm a soul-eating beast from the depths of hell! I'm—!"

"You’re Jinu. My pretty, kindhearted, halfwit of a boyfriend."

"I̷'̷m̷ ̷n̷o̷t̷!̷" He shouted, his voice mutating with a demonic base that shook the very earth's core with a red, voluminous quake.

A breath leaves him as even silence comes to a sudden halt — shaking like the erratic breathing that follows it. Fear clouded his vision, and in that moment, his judgment lapses and his golden eyes finally glance over to look at you.

Your eyes had been blown wide by saucers of surprise, and yet, you still don’t look nearly as terrified as you should be. Jinu sighs to himself once more.

"I'm... I'm not kind," He began, his voice trembling due to how much he's forcing every fiber in his being to keep his tone even, "And I'm definitely not pretty — not like this.."

"...You're right.." You finally, finally admit, and Jinu despise the way his heart clenches and breaks apart — hates just how much it hurts to hear those words spoken by the same voice that's whispered sweet nothings in his ears and leave the same lips that's kissed—

"Hey!"

Startled by the brief contact of your damp lips on the markings that line his cheekbone, Jinu jumps back. Immediately, his eyes find yours for answers to this clear contradiction of actions and words, and it's then that you finally finish your sentence.

"You're probably right about what you said — you know yourself better than anyone else after all. And, only you've gone through your past," You explain as you stepped forward to close the small gap of distance quickly. Instinctively, Jinu goes to take a step back, but you catch his wrist.

His eyes glance down at your hands that so boldly grip his purple skin like a vice before looking up to meet a similar sight of narrowed, fiery eyes.

"But even so, no one is allowed to talk about my boyfriend like that, not even himself," You snap. Jinu opens his mouth, and you can tell there's a protest at the tip of his tongue so you're quick to continue before he gets the chance to speak.

"In my eyes, Jinu will always be that pretty prince who swept me off my feet that night in the rain. ..That corny guy who appeared on my balcony with a bundle of roses like in those dumb romance movies we'd watch together during his rare free time just to ask me to go somewhere with him. That... That overconfident idiot who wore a shit ton of expensive cologne and got all dressed up for our first date just to bring me up to the mountains and have a picnic—"

He couldn't help the offended look that crosses his face, "You said you liked it—!"

"My point is," You cut off with a roll of your eyes, "I love being around you, experiencing all these moments with you....loving you — my heart belongs to you," You close the distance. Grabbing his other hand and pulling his arms around your waist.

Your hands glide up to cup his jawline, your touch light as your fingertips brush along the deep purple artwork carved into his skin. It's then that the fire in your eyes is finally put out and your eyes soften impossibly, revealing the smoldering adoration that lingers in your hues that never faded or lost its thick steam no matter how long he stares.

To put things bluntly, you looked utterly and hopelessly in love...with him. This version of him.

"I love that my heart belongs to you, Jinu," You confess in a soft, almost bashful murmur, "And every side of you that you show me only makes me fall more and more in love with you...even this side of you — no, especially this side of you—"

"I get it," He shoots out, "I get it..." He repeats. His voice wrapped in a shaky, rasped breath as his gaze shy's away from yours and he finally allows himself the pleasure of letting your words sink into his skin, "You love me...all of me.."

You huff, "Finally you see that. For a sec, I thought I'd have to go up to the highest building and scream 'I love my boyfriend Jinu!' at the top of my lungs to get it through that thick head of yours."

It's his turn to puff out breaths and roll his eyes now.

"..You're going to regret this," He sighs out defeatedly, though he still finds a small smile breaking way on his face and his forehead leaning forward to kiss yours.

"Wanna bet?" You ask, "When you lose, you gotta let me paint your nails in this form."

Baby pauses. His claws raised with the intent of staining them in your blood and his eyes — which were fueled by the gleam of anguish and anger of what has happened and what he now had to do — widening as your hushed confession reached his ears.

Here he was, standing before you with his skin dyed a freakish, abnormal hue of purple and his clashing, golden eyes glowing and glaring at you with nothing but his obvious intentions to spray your blood along the walls and devour your soul...and those disgusting marks inking his skin like some bad tattoo job. Surely enough, he looked terrifying — a monster straight out of a grim fairytale — and yet...

..Yet you sat there in the corner with those stupidly pretty eyes of yours scanning him up and down as though he were some majestic art piece in a grand museum. Your eyes lingering on the markings that corroded his face as you mumbled the first thing that came to your mind.

Surprisingly enough, it wasn't an snarling insult. It should've been, but it wasn't and he couldn't wrap his head around why. I mean, any sane person who saw someone turn into a monster out of the blue, even if that someone was their partner, would've thrown insults at him as though they were sworn enemies — and probably actually thrown an object or two along with it before shouting at him to leave.

..So why was it that you stood on the floor before him with your eyes sparkling and your mouth slightly agape? Your fingers twitching not to reach for something to use as a weapon, but to raise towards him in hopes you could graze his skin?

"Could I...?" You muttered. Your voice shook terribly. It was so obvious that you were scared, and yet you still asked with that indescribable glimmer in your eyes, "Wo- Would it be okay if...if I touched your face?"

And to that, he didn't respond. Didn't move. Didn't do anything.

So, you threw caution to the wind, stood to your feet, and laid your trembling hand along his face.

His skin was cold and rough like that of a mangled corpse — or what you'd imagine a corpse in that state would feel like — and his markings that split his skin apart served as the only smoothness to his features. It all felt so foreign to what you knew and your fingers founds themselves lost without the lack of familiarity there to guide you.

Your eyes found his once again. They seemed luminescent with danger, like a predator's gaze on prey.

...But, amongst that threatening glower, you saw it — that brief flicker of glee he always tries so hard to hide whenever your eyes set on him and the feeling of his cheek pudging against your palm as he leaned into the warmth of your touch — and it's then that the illusion shatters like fine glasswork.

Suddenly, the details that were hidden behind the thick veil of your initial fear came to light and you began to notice the state he was truly in; the way his hand quaked mid-air similar to how yours did moments ago, how shallow his breaths were and how fast they came out the small opening he just barely allowed himself as a way of making it less obvious, how damp his cheeks were and how the light of the room seemed to reflect off his entire eye rather than merely his irises.

He's crying. This supposed ruthless, cold-blooded monster had shed tears and, though you're not sure which reason it was that broke him, the simple fact he could break told you all you needed to know.

This is still baby — your baby — and a mere show of teeth and talons and a new look hadn't changed that in the slightest.

Nothing had changed, so you leaned in and placed a kiss or three as gently as you could on the markings that cracked apart his skin and underlined his glowing eyes.

Nothing had changed, so when he flinched away from the tickling butterflies of your kisses and presented a slitted menacing stare your way, you didn't cower away. Instead, you held his gaze and brushed away the tears he refused to acknowledge gliding down his face.

Nothing had changed, and to further prove that, you repeated your earlier proclamation in a firmer, steadier tone.

"You're beautiful."

And the soft affection that glides along the punctuation of your words and the graceful smile and softened eyes that's paired with it finally extinguished the flames of doubt and agony that clouded his brain and shushed the fears that whispered the worst in his ears.

The voice of the devil could no longer be heard, only the murmur of an angel, and with nothing else holding him back, he gave in. Pulling you close to allow you the opportunity to shed your wings upon him and shield him from the world.

You do so with zero hesitation, and as your warmth began to creep up his skin and his eyes grew watery for a second time, he found the voice to finally speak.

"You... You're..an idiot," He cursed. His voice quivers, but you don’t comment on it as your hand finds place in his hair instead and you chuckled lightly in his ear.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[tikitsune]

Nugget of fucking gold right here. Soft Bois. I love it.

[kaidoslastbraincell]

KPDH Masterlist:

Baby~

Baby x reader (not so baby Baby)

H.I.A.S - Baby x Zoey fan!reader [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

Baby x HUNTR/X!reader ('they drown out the voices...') [2] [3]

touchstarved!Baby x reader

Demon!Baby x reader ('I almost lost you')

Abby~

gym bro!Abby x reader [ 1 ] [ 2 ]

demon!Abby x reader (seeing his demon form for the first time)

Mystery~

jealous!Mystery x reader

Jinu~

Romance~

All~

[tikitsune]

Another nugget of gold. At this point, I am drowning in gold.

[bbgsaja]

⳽ωɩtᥴᖾ ᥙρ (ᙖᥲᑲყ ᔑᥲʝᥲ x ᖴ!ᕼᥙᥒtᥱɾ!ᖇᥱᥲᑯᥱɾ) ρt 丨꧰

summary - Gwi-Ma is sealed away for good, you reassure Baby his claws are not evil, and now you can all relax. Your definition of that includes having the Saja Boys perform their 'Your Idol' song for you girls, since they never got to use it warnings - none a/n - im so sad this series is coming to an end and im actually not ready to say goodbye yet, so there's a poll at the end for you guys to help me decide what to do next 💙 part one • part two • part three • part four • part five • part six • part seven • part eight • part nine • part ten

"Stay there."

"But-"

"No."

A low growl made you freeze, and you sighed and slumped back against the pillows. Wincing when the movement put pressure on your wounded waist.

Baby's eye twitched.

"And you wanted to get up?"

"I'm not incapacitated!"

He brought your food to the bed, sitting down on the edge before holding it out to you. You reached forward to take it, only for him to pull it back out of your reach again.

"Baby!" You protested.

"See? Your reflexes are slower," he grinned, holding the food further away. "Come on, ask for help. Say please."

"You did that to prove a point?" You huffed, then sighed when he raised an eyebrow. "Okay, fine. Please feed me, my handsome and amazing boyfriend. You're so kind."

Baby's grin softened into a warm smile as he brought the food close again, setting it down between the two of you. He started to feed you slowly, with the utmost care and gentleness, and it made your heart skip a beat. He even wiped away the mess around your mouth affectionately, not making a face of disgust like you would have thought.

"Jinu said girls like this," he admitted quietly, and you almost didn't hear him.

You smiled.

When you finally had enough strength to get out of bed, he let you. But he didn't let go completely. He didn't grab you, didn't hold you, didn't guide you. He just hovered, tending silently to your every need and want. Making sure you were truly okay.

Days passed, and you were finally able to take off the bandages. Sleep came easier then, but one night you woke up to a strange feeling.

Baby was awake, and he was concentrating on something. He was in full demon form, eyeing your waist as he slowly reached out with a clawed hand. He hesitated just as he was about to touch your waist, pulling his hand back.

You didn't say anything.

His next attempt was closer. The tips of his claws grazed your skin, and just when you thought he made headway, he yanked his hand back like he'd been burned.

Still, you let him work through it at his own pace.

The third try was better. His hand fully rested on your waist, his claws tickling your skin. You shivered, and he started to pull away, but you grabbed his wrist.

"Don't," you whispered. "It feels nice."

His breath caught in his throat, "What?"

"I like it," you repeated, blinking away sleep. "I like the feeling of your hands on me, claws and all. It makes me feel...safe."

His jaw dropped slightly. Like he couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth. But then he smiled, and reached out once more. Clawed hand closing around your waist, squeezing gently. And when you didn't flinch, when you just smiled even more, he felt his breath catch in his throat.

"You're not flinching."

You smiled, "No. Because those are my claws."

His throat constricted, "Your claws...?"

"Yeah, mine," you shifted your whole body, laying on your side so you were face-to-face. "Mine because they belong to the person I love the most in the world. The person who makes me feel safe, like I will never be hurt again."

Baby let out something like a whimper, blinking furiously.

You smiled softly, "Baby, I trust you. You'd never hurt me. Those claws will always be beautiful to me, and will never remind me of what happened because they're different. They're mine."

He leaned in and kissed you, clawed hand finding its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. He kissed you deeply, yet slowly and sweetly. It was passionate, but at the same soft and tender and gentle, making your heart race but also bringing back butterflies.

"I don't kiss you enough," you joked breathlessly, foreheads connected. "I'm a stupid, stupid girl."

"Yep," he agreed with a playful smile. "Stupid, indeed. I've been deprived, and now I'm starved."

You laughed and smacked his arm lightly, playfully.

In the morning, you met everyone else in the kitchen for breakfast when Rumi came running in holding a book high over her head. Jinu followed, arms outstretched.

"Guys, guys, look!" She grinned, "They wrote another song!"

"Wait, no!" Jinu's face went red. "Don't show them!"

"I already saw," you laughed, continuing to eat your breakfast as Baby nuzzled his face against the warm skin of your neck. Purring like a happy little kitten.

"What?" Jinu stopped chasing his girlfriend, looking at you.

"Yeah, you had it open on the coffee table last week," you shrugged. "It sounds good."

"Yes!" Rumi agreed, shoving the lyrics in Mira's and Zoey's faces.

Jinu sighed, burying his face in his hands.

"Woah, this is good!" Zoey exclaimed.

"Impressive," Mira agreed. "Very interesting lyrics. Hardcore."

Jinu groaned.

"Want a private performance?" Romance winked at her, leaning in.

She sprayed him with bottle, "Bad Romance. Behave!"

He hissed, covering his face, "Not like that! I meant the song!"

"I never know with you."

You laughed, wrapping your arm around your boyfriend. Carding your fingers through his teal hair earned you even more purring and a featherlight kiss to your shoulder.

"Actually, maybe they should perform it," you agreed. "I'd love to see it. In a non-soul-stealing way."

Baby's head shot up from your shoulder, and he grinned deviously, "You wanna hear it?" 

A few hours later, the boys came out of their rooms - yes, you'd finally given them rooms in the Huntrix building - in full demon forms. Depressing black robes and everything.

Your jaw dropped, "It took you guys so long to change into that??"

"Hey, we weren't exactly expecting to be doing an impromptu performance!"

"At this rate it's not impromptu," Mira deadpanned.

"Okay, okay, whatever," Rumi waved your comments off. "Let's see!"

You leaned back on the couch, eyebrow raised. Right up until the moment Abby started the song, and your jaw dropped. Not only were the words captivating from the start, but their movements were hypnotic.

"Keeping you in check, keeping you obsessed~"

"That was hotter than all of his 'look at my abs' moments," Mira's voice trembled slightly from beside you.

"I'll love you more when it all burns down~"

Zoey leaned forward in her seat as Mystery sang the next verse, entranced by both his words and how smoothly and effortlessly he moved.

"I'm the only one who'll love your sins~"

Rumi's face went red when she heard Jinu's words, biting her lip to keep from giggling like the cute fangirl she was.

And Baby...

"Oh. My. God." Was all you could manage.

"Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral~"

You were floored.

And the way he ran his hand down his face...was the dizziness from the rush of the song or from the insanely attractive performance he was putting on?

"Living in your mind now, too late cause you're mine now~"

You leaned forward as well, mouth agape, eyes wide. Adoration, admiration, awe, and a twisted fascination filled you as they sung their most dangerous song yet.

Your eyes, and the other girls' eyes, all followed the boys' every movement. It was mesmerising, enchanting, and alluring in every way, every lyric striking a chord deep within you.

How would you have survived such a song if they stayed evil?

"So...what did you girls think?"

You blinked, seeing the Saja Boys grinning and smirking like they knew what you girls were thinking. Mira cleared her throat and mumbled something, Zoey squealed and hugged Mystery and gushed about his part, and Rumi stammered something about not knowing what to say.

"I need some water," you got up, eyes wide, turning to go.

"Liked it that much, hmm?" Baby's cocky voice filled your ears as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You shivered, "I liked it way too much. You would have had my soul if you had went through with your original plan, and that scares me."

He chuckled, kissing your shoulder again, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I will pass out if you rap your part again, though."

"Is that a challenge?" He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. He opened his mouth to start, but you slapped a hand over it.

"No!" Your face burned.

He laughed, a real and genuine laugh, before spinning you around and kissing you deeply.

tag list - @tenaciouskittenpuff @tiger-lilee-5 @seavnz @haru-reto @redkitsu03 @pearthesimp @arieslucy @matsugumisou @lonelyminh @justanindiangirl12 @anonymousewrites @nyanyanihao @snowy-violet @yumi-does-stuff @iluvshifting @minthoneynbasil @smileysunshinesworld @satansdaughter123

Would you guys be interested in a sequel series to this? Same pairings, same people, just a continuation with a different plot and different antagonist/s.

Yes

No

HCs, short fics based on this story

both (sequel series AND HCs and shorts fics)

Voting ended onJul 12, 2025

[tikitsune]

I must be the richest person on earth. I keep finding nuggets of gold!

[itsjustnikkaa]

It might just be me but the links on your my little soda pop series aren’t working

Let me know if these work

JINU ABBY ROMANCE MYSTERY BABY

[tikitsune]

Hehe! Nugget of gold!

[deliwrites]

Welcome to my masterlist!

Sadly my inspiration comes and goes but I'll try and fill up a nice masterlist. My main masterlist will hold fics of the fandom(s) that I'm currently in/writing for. Ones that I have written for but no longer am a part of will be listed on my past fics list.

In case you are worried about someone plagiarising my work. If it's posted by DeliWritesFanfiction on Wattpad that's me. Otherwise please notify me and/or report the post that holds content of mine. I do not appreciate my work being copied. Especially without my permission.

Warning ques: I will add more if need be

😈 = Smut ✨ = Fluff 😇 = Safe for Minors 🥹 = Angst 🌶️ = Suggestive 😸 = Hybrid (of any kind) 🩸 = Blood mention 😬 = Indifferent behaviour 💦 = unprotected sx 🤕 = bruising 🏞️ = public sx 🎶 = Song based writing 😰 = Sensitive Topics 👀 = Morally gray

All fics are She/Her unless stated otherwise!

𝕂𝕡𝕠𝕡 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

── .✦ You're Ours

When a nervous solo artist unexpectedly finds herself seated between two of the biggest idol groups at an award show, she expects to be ignored - only to be met with warmth, curiosity, and a spark of something deeper. As the night unfolds and her past resurfaces, what began as a whirlwind of insecurity slowly transforms into unexpected support, and a silent promise from the people who were never supposed to notice her. ── .✦ Part One Award Show 🥹 ── .✦ Part Two You Deserve It 🥹 + 🤕 + 😰 + 👀 ── .✦ Part Three It Will be Okay 🥹 + ✨ + 🌶️+ 👀 ── .✦ Part Four Gwiyomi ✨ + 👀 ── .✦ Part Five Goodbye Kisses 🌶️ + ✨ + 👀 + 😰 ── .✦ Bonus What they call you ── .✦ Part Six Coziness ✨ + 🌶️ + 😰

── .✦ Revenge 🥹 + ✨ + 😈 + 💦

Reader is a member of Huntr/x, Rumi's twin sister to be precise. Y/n doesn't want to hide who she is anymore. Wanting to prove to Rumi that Mira and Zoey will trust them, she shares what she is knowing Rumi will back her up. Only they don't trust her and Rumi sends her to her death or so she thought, now it's time for revenge. Bonus Chapters ── .✦ The Bathhouse ✨ + 🥹 + 🌶️ ── .✦ First Official Date ✨

[tikitsune]

Hehe! I just keep finding more and more nuggets of goodness!

[samqueenwitch-deactivated202507]

Saja Boys HD Art Icons

[el7art]

Huntr/x as the Trix

Additionally:

[tikitsune]

Cinema. Absolute Cinema.

[that-one-girl2020]

Master List

K-pop Demon Hunters:

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader:

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Finished!

The Confrontation

Role Reversal (HC)!

Short Series: Part 1

Shovel Talk

First Kisses

Baby Photos

Smut 🔞🔞🔞

The Debut

Doctor Who:

The Lonely Angel

[tikitsune]

Banger. All of them!

[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (Part 1)

The plane was late. The girls weren’t here and Bobby was freaking out. The crowd gathered outside the arena was rising into a crescendo, in raw anticipation. The tension was palpable, it was as if the energy was fizzling from the fans into the very ground of the stadium.

‘Everyone ready? Lets look alive!’ The man with medium length hair spun around, pointing at everyone, checking on progress. Bobby, the manager of Huntr/x frantically flitted around, looking absolutely frazzled.

‘Okay, ready? Yeah, we’re ready. But where are the girls?’ He frowned, turning around to Y/N. The girl in return, shrugged, her eyes glued into her notebook. She was writing a new song. One just in case Huntr/x decided to do another comeback early. The girl group was known for being random with their timings. This meant it make Y/N's job that much harder.

‘Check their location.' She sighed before looking up.

'Although, it isn't exactly unlike them to be late.’ Y/N shrugged, flicking back through her little black notebook. She wrinkled her nose, slightly concerned for the group's well being.

Y/N knew their little secret, for she was their trump card. You see, Y/N was the ghost writer. The one who made sure all the songs went viral, ensuring that the honmoon remained steadfast in its hold. It wasn't an easy job seeing as the songs had to chart well and actually be enjoyable. However, the girls did have great voices so that made it slightly easier.

‘It shows their plane veering off course?’ Bobby flipped his phone around, shoving it above Y/N’s notebook.

The girl looked up and gave a sly grin.

‘Start the music, they’ll arrive.’

Like comets raining down, the three managed to make it onto stage, half way through the song. Y/N looked out into the cheering crowd from behind the curtains, narrowing her eyes at the thin lines rippling with light. Tonight’s concert would be enough. Just enough to keep the shield up. It would hold until their next comeback after this concert. Right?

--

‘Did we just see gold?’ 

‘Ah! I can’t believe we’re doing it!’

‘It’s so exciting!’

The three cheered, shaking each other in sheer joy.

‘This means we can release our song soon and turn the honmoon gold!’ Rumi cheered.

Y/N gritted her teeth, slightly resentful. It was her song. She was the one who wrote it, slaved over it for weeks to make sure it sounded perfect for the girls.

‘It’s finally time!’ Mira exclaimed

‘Wooo!’ Rumi cheered until her voice suddenly cracked, her cheer suddenly muted. ‘Whoa that was weird.’

‘Do you need some water?’ Y/N mumbled, as the elevator doors opened.

‘Did someone say water?’ Bobby grinned, before gesturing frantically and calling out. ‘Water. Now!’

Y/N sighed, walking out from behind the group, watching how they all were showered in praise. Praise that never seemed to be shared with Y/N. It wasn't as if she was asking for all the credit, however it would be nice to hear a thank you once in a while.

‘What a way to end the world tour! And that guy in the finale who exploded confetti?’

‘Amazing special effects.’ Y/N cut in briskly, side eyeing Mira who returned her glance with a slightly panicked one.

‘Yeah it was super chill. Amazing song writing by the way Y/N.’ He added almost as a sidenote.

Y/N sighed and began to zone out. She didn’t need to be there anymore. It was time to go home whilst the girls decided what to do. Y/N had finished writing Golden two weeks before and Huntr/x had already recorded the song, meaning Y/N could rest. It would be a long time since Y/N was able to go home and get a full nights rest instead of being in the studio, mixing and mastering a new song for Huntr/x.

She trudged her way onto the dark streets where her own penthouse apartment resided. It was one of the perks for owning royalty on all the songs of Huntr/x. At least Y/N had been smart enough to invest in the shares of the company with her money. At this rate? She wouldn’t have to work for the next fifty years if she wanted to. Her retirement was set.

The streetlamps left much to the imagination, however, Y/N was too tired to be wary. The streets here were safe. It was a rich neighbourhood anyways. 

Y/N’s phone pinged.

Golden was being released in an hour.

Well that wasn't the plan. But then, did the girls ever tell her of any plans they had? She gritted her teeth, looking at the notification on her phone.

Was it wrong for her to feel slightly resentful? She could see the lines. She could see what the other girls could see, but she couldn’t harness the spiritual power to create a weapon. Y/N was an anomaly. A failure of a hunter.

She scrolled the comments, phone tightening in her hand as she read through each one. The praise was lavished onto the girls. Mira, Zoey and Rumi. Nothing mentioned her, the song writer, the producer. The reason Huntr/x even had songs to sing.

‘You’re looking awfully tense.’ A smooth, plush, voice noted.

Y/N whipped around, brandishing her phone into the shadows.

‘Who’s there?’ She snarled, eyes darting between the flickering streetlights.

‘Don’t be afraid. This won’t hurt one bit.’ Another voice snickered.

…

A pause.

Then another.

Then ten seconds had passed.

‘Um, what?’ The first voice sounded confused.

‘What am I supposed to be waiting for?’ Y/N shifted her posture, now feeling more confident.

‘Your soul. We were meant to take your soul.’ A deep voice muttered, as five boys stalked out of the shadows separately.

‘What the f-’

‘Who are you?’ The one with black hair, took point, walking towards her with a hungry glint.

‘My mother taught me not to tell my name to strangers.’ She snipped back, studying the new figures walking towards her. They were otherworldly in beauty. Jaws chiselled, faces unblemished and fair.

A flash of purple, jagged lines across skin.

‘You’re demons.’ Y/N deadpanned, facepalming. ‘No wonder you’re all so damn pretty.’

The one with pink long hair and heart shaped bangs snickered, sidling up to her. ‘You think we’re pretty?’ He gave a sickly sweet grin, reaching toward her chin.

‘Don’t get ahead of yourself asshat.’ Y/N slapped away his hand. ‘I’m actually not into pretty boys so don’t even try.’ Her body was tight, poised to jump at any time. Even if she couldn't harness the spirit power, she could fight just as well as the rest of the hunters.

‘Maybe she's more into guys like me.’ The one on her left spoke up, shifting into her line of sight.

Y/N’s eyes traced over the muscled man, her eyes lingering on his revealed abdomen as he stretched.

‘Huh, gym rats. Also not my type.’ She shook her head, turning to leave. ‘I’m not into conventionally attractive men. I don’t share.’ 

‘Who says you have to share?’ 

Y/N jumped slightly, surprised by the man with black hair standing now in front of her.

‘We know you write all of Huntr/x’s songs. It’s how they're so popular.’ The one with purple hair, wrapped an arm around Y/N's shoulder.

‘Don’t touch me.’ She brushed him off, backing away into a wall.

‘Yeah?’ The wall replied.

‘Huh?’ Y/N turned around, only to be met by a wall of solid muscle. ‘OKAY STOP.’ She whisper-yelled. ‘What do you guys want from me? I don’t carry cash.’

'What? We don' want your money.' The one with blue hair chuckled, leaning on a lamp post.

'We want something more valuable.' The tallest said, flicking away his pink bangs.

'And that is?' Y/N narrowed her eyes, suspicious of the group of strange yet alluring men.

‘Write for us. We need a debut single in three days.’ The one who looked like the leader gave a wicked smile.

‘What makes you think I would do that?’ Y/N crossed her arms, tilting her head in a question.

‘Because we can give you what you want. Fame, recognition, power.’ 

'Who says-' Y/N began before falling to her knees, clutching her head.

Unbeknownst to her, the boys hurriedly gathered around her as she fell, the closest catching her before she collapsed on her side.

The outside world was suddenly cut off from Y/N's mind. It was silent.

And then it began.

Pain.

Throbbing pain as visions filled her head. It was searing, as if a hot knife were being twisted. Visions, sounds, memories. This wasn’t her world. This was the world of…

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS.

Part 2

[tikitsune]

Another banger.