IsufferfromYD
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- KPop Demon Hunters (2025) (7)
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Rumi shrugs. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m not interested.”
“Bummer,” Zoey teases. “I was about to ask you to join us again, but, oh well. If you’re not interested, it can’t be—”
“I think I’d like that.” The words slip out before Rumi realises she’s said them.
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Rumi is, at last, ready to accept the invitation to join Mira and Zoey, now that there are no more secrets. A kiss, a touch, a taste… and then so much more. What begins as a careful exploration turns into lingering gazes, soft touches, whispered breaths, and a heat that refuses to be contained. Every caress teeters between curiosity and craving, but as their touches grow bolder, memories of being exposed on stage flare, causing panic that makes it hard to fully surrender. Trust becomes a trembling act, but with Mira's and Zoey’s patience, she learns to let herself be wanted, to let desire and vulnerability coexist, and to discover that intimacy can be safe and healing. The line between friendship and something more begins to blur, leaving nothing quite the same again.
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Rumi finally says yes to Zoey’s nth offer to join them in bed. Realising Rumi’s inexperience, they start slow, exploring in shared safety. Gay panic and actual panic ensue. -
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Rumi is a legacy, born into the game, sharpened by its demands, and slowly splintering beneath the weight of perfection. Everyone sees a prodigy. She sees the cracks. Her sets are clean, calculated, and full of control, but there’s desperation behind every toss. Then there’s Mira: tall, unshakable, terrifyingly smart. Her wall is ruthless, her cross shots deadly, and she doesn’t play by Rumi’s script, not if she sees a better way. Zoey is all motion and heart, underestimated until she isn’t, digging up the impossible and hitting with a kind of joy that feels like defiance. Together, they could be brilliant. Together, they could be more than the sum of their scars. But Rumi has secrets she won’t name, Mira won’t follow blind, and Zoey’s smile masks the strain of trying to be enough. They’re not perfect. They don’t trust easily. But if they can learn to move as one — to reach through the dark and connect — they might just become a team worth fearing.
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The music thrums through Rumi like a second pulse, carrying her into the fractured light where shadows and colour blur into heat. Pressed between Mira’s steady hands and Zoey’s restless energy, she lets herself unravel, each touch and sway stripping her further of the distance she usually keeps. The air is thick with perfume, sweat, and laughter, but all she feels is the warmth of them, skin against skin, rhythm against rhythm. Every brush of lips, every guiding press of hips, winds the tension tighter, until she can hardly tell where the music ends and the three of them begin.
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Zoey is unraveling, caught in the quiet of exhaustion that creeps in slowly, until even the simplest things feel impossible. She hides it behind practiced smiles and paper-thin lies, convincing enough for the world, but not for Mira and Rumi, who see the cracks forming. Their love isn’t loud, it’s in the gentle questions, the soft knock on her door, the arms that wrap around her when she can’t hold herself together. When Zoey finally breaks, it’s not into pieces, but into the waiting safety of their embrace. They don’t ask her to be okay, they just stay, steady and close, anchoring her through the storm. And in their warmth, Zoey begins to believe that maybe, even in the heaviness, she doesn’t have to carry it all alone.
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They set out for one night: music, movement, escape from their duties. But a single shared dance becomes a spiral of longing, and their laughter echoes everywhere they’ve held back. A night draped in closeness and comfort slips quietly into something else—something unspoken yet burning beneath every glance. Rumi finds herself suspended between fear and desire, torn between the comfort of silence and the electricity of being seen by Mira and Zoey. As touch turns to trembles, as glances bloom into need, they hover in the fragile twilight between friendship and something deeper, where a single touch might shatter everything or set it free.
What starts as a simple escape quickly turns into something more. Touches linger, glances hold, and maybe, just maybe, things get a little more than friendly.
(They're gay your honour. Good for them.)