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I was there when you said "Forever and always"
You didn't mean it baby
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"You're cheating on me, aren't you"

Your boyfriend got home later than usual these past couple of days, his complexion is getting far more horrible. His black hair looked frizzy and his eyes looked sunken than ever, you deduced it's from the stress of being an idol but what he said to you has taken you aback, but soon chuckled thinking this is one of his theatrics.

But he stared at you as if you had done something unforgivable to him.

"What are you talking about Babe?" You smiled while masking a worry look.

"Stop playing with me (Y/n)!" He snapped, now you were genuinely surprised " I know what you've been doing while I wasn't around! I saw you with a guy inside a coffee shop!"

You scrunched my eyebrows, confused at his anger "First of all-STOP YELLING! BEING ANGRY DOESN'T HELP WITH ARGUMENTS, let's just calm our selves down first before jumping into conclusions-"

"So you could find a time to think of an excuse? I know you're smart, and I know how much of a SLUT YOU ARE THAT YOU WANT OTHER PEOPLE TO FILL YOU UP BECAUSE YOUR BOYFRIEND IS NOT HO-" Without thinking your hand connected to his porcelain face in a loud smack.

Your eyes went wide and your breath heavy, still you manage to calm your erratic breath.

"What's gotten to you all of a sudden?! Why are you acting so insecure!"

His face showed anger and betrayal as he touched the place you slapped, he chuckled.

"You're getting defensive, that's probably because it's true"

"Out"

You pointed towards the door he tried to speak again but you cut him off.

"OUT" You screamed voice trembling with uncontrolled anger, he knew how much you hate people making false assumptions about you, you never thought he would do that to you.

"Don't come back if you haven't calmed down and say shit you don't even MEAN" You practically dragged him out of the door with strength you didn't know you have in you.

"Why are you doing this?!" He shouts his face still clear with anger.

"What do you mean 'WHY'?! WHEN YOU'RE LITERALLY THE ONE ACTING LIKE A BABY" You slammed the door at his face.

You won't tell anyone but you sobbed yourself to sleep that night...

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That was the last time you've seen or heard of your boyfriend. You've always left your door unlocked since that day in hopes he would come back, but he didn't. He even stopped coming to the studio to record the new single his group had released, he was then declared missing not long after. You flooded yourself with work, thinking you would forget about him that way, wishing one day you would go home and he would be there.

Now, in the young age of 26 you have managed to climb up the ladder as the Vice President on GY Entertainment, and soon to be successor of your aunt Amelia, the current President.

"Where's the girls?" Wearing your Huntrix t-shirt, with your Huntrix pants, Mira themed shoes, Zoey themed bracelet and Rumi themed hairband, You called the idol's manager, the girls being a minute late for their entrance.

You could barely hear anything from the sound of the fans echoes, even you were compelled to jump and scream, waving your Huntrix light stick.

"T-They will be arriving soon! Just a moment"

He cut off the call and never called back again. You were genuinely displeased by the situation, not liking the irresponsible tim management and letting the fans wait for a minute too long. You estimated for about 5-10 minutes had passed and the girls came down from a flaming airplane and brought out the best concert with best special effects you were never told about, your disappointment forgotten as you screamed the lyrics to the song of your company's best idol group of five years straight.

You sighed and called Bobby, the Huntrix's manager, once more- this time satisfaction in your voice "What are your thoughts on a free Jet2holiday that has millions of free child place holidays available with 22kg of baggage included?" You heard Bobby on the other line squealed, "Take it, you and your girls deserve it" you cut of the line and sighed as you went to your [fave brand] car. You would've loved meeting with the Hunters but you currently want your duties and the papers in your desk cleared up by the next day.

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If you already know the theories surrounding the guy in the picture then you more or less know where this story is heading, though I would like for it to just stay fluffy and something more of a Slice of Life as possible...

We'll see what I can do.

I'm not that good at my sentence structure so don't be afraid to tell me something you find confusing :)

See you soon lovely constellation

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-[This story is made for that one reader]

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It was almost past one when you were almost finished with your paperwork for the month, Huntrix's songs blaster through your headphones as you read and sign the papers it was until a notification arrived on your phone

'Huntrix released a new Single!'

You didn't mind it, your sleep deprived brain just wanted to focus on the paper, until you did a double take  and read the notif once more.

'Huntrix released a new Single!'

...what?

You internally groaned knowing there will be more new paperworks  for you to do.

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It's been days with you and your team overworking with the teaser, promos and soon the release. Only coffee and the sheer force of will was enough to let you all stay awake, the positive feedback of the fans made it all worthy. After approving a press conference with the girls they have finally announced the live performance which will be held tonight.

You had already approved of the building to be used and all of the things need in the production days before the announcement, but you just needed to go and double check and maybe greet your idols on the way.

It was still 2 in the afternoon but you noticed small amounts of fans already lining up in the entrance.

"Y/n!" You heard Zoey as you entered the building and brightened up "I'm glad you stopped by"

"Ugh.. you should've stopped by your bed, you looked like you'll pass out any time" Mira sent a snarky remark making you smile.

"Well, I couldn't properly greet you all for your success the other night, I had to do something, speaking of—" You looked towards Rumi, "isn't it too early for you to release your new single? What happened to your deserved relaxation?"

"That's what we told her!" Mira and Zoey chimed.

"Got to strike the metal while it's hot" Rumi smiled and shrugged

"Well you're single is taking over all the top charts so I ain't complaining! I can't believe the music and production team had been hiding something like that! you really out done yourselves" you beamed patting Rumi's shoulder. You didn't fail to notice the slight shift of worry in Rumi's face, reading people is part of the job after all, so you would know when to be friendly and when to be strict, so you softened your expression and gave her shoulder a soft, supportive squeeze.

"Don't worry too much, no matter what happens in the live performance, you'll always be number one in your fans hearts."

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The live performance was post poned.

Hate comments and death threats that flooded were filtered and made sure the girls did not see it for the sake of their mental health. You on the other hand were working overtime— again— helping the marketing and social media team to mitigate the negative responses. You had wondered if you had become too soft towards them or if you had done something a bit better things would turn out different.

You sighed for the nth time blaming yourself for Rumi's voice and other things you couldn't control...

Just like that time...

A tear threatened to slip but you shook it off. You stopped typing and glanced at the time.

02:59[AM]

You groaned feeling your head collapsing on itself and your eyes sinking deeper into its sockets. You turned off your laptop and jumped upon seeing your reflection.

No wonder your team earlier were wary of you, you looked like you would ravage a child, even your resting face looked like it would slap someone for just existing.

You pushed yourself out of your desk, texted your aunt that you would be gone by a whole week and send yourself to a room connected to your office that has a bed. The bed was small and hard, you made it like that so you won't oversleep, but the moment your back rested on the bed it felt like the best luxury bed you had at home and immediately passed out.

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You groaned cursing yourself for being a light sleeper, cursing yourself for not closing the curtains and cursing yourself once more for making the bed hard now your back hurts.

Curse this life

You cursed your life in general and opened your phone to check the time

5:51

You chuckled to yourself, not knowing if you should be proud of your internal clock or cursing it like the rest. Even so, you pushed yourself off the bed, feeling your bones crack and leaving your back sore. You took your keys, at least you have rested enough to safely drive home.

You arrived at your porch and was immediately welcomed by your dying plants.Your house looking haunted compared to the lively aesthetically pleasing houses in your subdivision.

You tried not to think about how the house was too big for a single person, how the shoe rack had two inside slippers, how your bed was too big for only you. You try not to notice your walk in closet had shirts you didn't own.

Though you did notice why you hated coming home.

After washing off and settling on comfortable clothes you head to bed. The room was surrounded by multiple merch mainly from Huntrix and other artists from your company, the rest were rappers you kinda liked and wanted to support. It was enough to not make you feel lonely in this large room.

You tried to close your eyes and rest but your sore back made it hard to even rest, you moved and changed your position trying to find a position comfortable enough to sleep in.

In the end— you couldn't.

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You went out to buy medicine for your back pain and some snacks because there was none left in your pantry.

While out, you noticed it was more crowded than usual and had seen fliers plastered all over— Saja boys' live performance. This is not something new in this city but you were curious enough to look, maybe even recruit them if they're good enough.

With your medicine and a bag of snacks in hand you readied yourself to the place of the live performance when you bumped with your favorite girls.

"Y/n?!" Zoey whispered scream.

"You still looked dead as always" Mira said which earned an elbow from Zoey

"You guys! Good to see you here" you smiled brightly.

Rumi looked uncomfortable, "Sorry for the show, I—"

"No no, it's okay" you cut her off, not wanting her to say something horrible about herself. "I'm just glad you're alright" you let out a soft smile hopefully enough to comfort her.

Zoey sensing the tense atmosphere chimed "So anyways, are you free? We're heading to a place that sells tonics for Rumi here. Wanna come?"

"Well, I don't know if I should ruin your girls' out—"

"What do you mean?? You're also our girl, we rarely see you off work so you're coming with us " Mira linked her elbows around your neck while Zoey pushed off Rumi, they practically dragged you both.

"Exactly! I didn't know being raised by ex-idols would end up with you being a workaholic! It's no wonder you and Rumi get along so much"

Rumi and you groaned at Zoey's remarks but stayed quiet until you four arrived at the place.

It was in a quiet alleyway and noticed some posters selling the product and the doctor, without a second glance your trained eyes knows this place is sketchy but you remain silent not wanting to hurt Zoey's feelings.

"Yep, about as legit as I expected " Mira nonchalantly  shrugged.

"Earthy and Herby, Smells legit to me" Rumi commented which made Zoey beamed and dragged her in.

You went inside a few rooms and to the doctor's office, inside you noticed a bunch of paper and certificates that signifies the doctors authenticness, even you were thinking if you had assumed wrong in the start. You noticed frames in the wall, pictures of a bunch of idols with the doctor supposedly with them, it looked real until one picture caught your eye, it was one with your boyfriend and his boy band.

You stared at it—at him—longingly, you remembered the exact time and date this was taken. You were just an intern back then but he was a growing idol, the main rapper of the group and the most supportive overly dramatic boyfriend.

...

It was you who took that picture after they had just released a successful single and posted it on Social media and you are a hundred percent sure there wasn't a doctor with them back then, but you did fairly remember your boyfriend telling you they had to go at this sketchy doctor because their vocalist got a scratchy throat and ended up in a therapy session.

"Y/n? You okay" Rumi tapped your back, you yelped "Oh gosh, Rumi I didn't even hear you coming!" You held your hand on your chest to help you regulate your breathing.

"Really? We had the freakiest therapy session back here and you missed ALL of that?" Mira chimed but was elbowed this time by Rumi "Oh— damn" she suddenly said, probably noticing the picture you were staring at earlier.

You cleared your throat "Well, have you got your tonics ready?" You asked and smiled.

"We have to wait outside for a while"

You went and waited in the main lobby and noticed more pictures of idols this time with Huntrix in it which made Rumi sigh Zoey's name.

"Well, at least it LOOKS legit, right?" You said in an attempt to make a small conversation, which obviously you're bad at because the way you said it feels like sarcasm.

Thankfully the silence wasn't long as the doctor had finally arrived with the box of tonics, and after convincing the girls to pay for it yourself, the four of you cheerfully head out.

"Once your voice is fixed, we can get back to the important stuff like the fans" you smiled at Zoey's words, yes, you were working for the enjoyment of the fans that was the reason for all of this, you can't wait to get back to work—

"FANS!"
"We can't let them see us!"
Zoey and Mira went frantic trying to find a place to hide and when Rumi hid behind your back the two followed suit.

"Be cool, Be normal" you heard them say, you straightened up and walked as normally as you can with them following you like a duckling.

You looked forward and saw the supposed 'fans' it was pretty boys, probably models but you never saw any of them in the magazines. You wondered if you'd like to recruit them but you are on a date with your girls so you postponed the thought. You didn't notice that you have stopped in your tracks making the others stop as well. They peeked and saw the boys Zoey and Mira were evidently ogling at the boys specially the one with the abs , this made you and Rumi stare at them judging them by their judgement.

"Ugh. You guys are so gross" You nodded at Rumi's comment happy to have a company that shared your opinions until she herself was staring lovingly at a guy.

You internally cried and wondered if it would really be okay to accept new models for the company. You heard a crash and Rumi was on the floor next to her cluttered tonics. You thought the guy Rumi was staring at held out his hands to help her, but it was only for him to aggressively brush his shirt that she bumped on.

"What?" Your eyebrows meet up at the events unfolding.

"Watch yourself" he said, making the four of you genuinely pissed. You tried to calm yourself down smiling away your anger but it wasn't enough you grab the first thing you had in your bag and aim it at the guy only for it to almost land on the guy with a teal hair and yellow hat— almost, because he caught it and smugly looked at you with his other hand forming a finger heart. You fumed...but still helped Rumi with up.

"Watch my—WATCH YOURSELF!" She groaned, "Look at this mess!" You helped Rumi put her tonics in the box

"They look so annoying!" An image of the guy's smug face flashed in your mind that you almost squeezed out the juice before putting it in the box.

"They're not even that Cute"
"They're so bleh"

Rumi, Zoey and Mira retched describing their looks, that actually helped you calm down and forgot you just wasted your favorite box of chocolate on a GUY.

"It's okay Y/n, we can properly hit those jerks faces soon enough!"

"Wait- What is that" Rumi alerted and soon enough you heard a beat.

"Oh it's probably a live performance of this new band called Saja boys" You took out a crumpled flier in your pocket. "I was actually planning to check it out"

"Well, that seems cool" Rumi acknowledged it.

"I wanna see too!" Zoey dragged us outside the alleyway. "Be careful the fans will see us!" Mira said which made the other two on alert and peeked through a vending machine. "You too, Y/n!" Rumi pulled you by the collar and you choked in surprise.

"Why?! I'm not even famous!" You whispered.

"Your face is all over the internet as one of the youngest future CEOs in the industry! Of course you're famous! Now—" Zoey pulled her hat down, Mira fixed her glasses, and Rumi wore her hoddie which was then pulled by Zoey a bit too strong which sent Rumi kissing the ground.

"Oop-Sorry!"

Rumi got up as if nothing happened and stomped first to the event where pink smoke had built up. Music starts and you immediately bob your head to the beat but when the pink smoke cleared it revealing the guys you bumped with earlier making you abruptly stop.

"It's those stupid jerks again!" Rumi snapped. "These guys are a boy band?!"

You take back saying you want to recruit these guys, you don't want jerks contaminating your company, they feel like they would make the company crumbling down from controversies after controversies after a month of just being active.

You saw the guy who harshly bumped into Rumi, drinking something that looked similar to one of her tonics. You then  noticed the screen on the back and wondered how much budget this newbie boy band had.

Old women screamed in glee while Rumi gasped in frustration after realizing it was really her pouch that he took, you four frowned in sync.

Came the pre-chorus and you would be lying to yourselves if you said it wasn't pretty good. Their voices were smooth like butter pulling you in. Until the teal haired guy came in front and you swore to everything on earth that you weren't delusional and that he was looking directly at you when that part came in.

Before you know it you were dancing to the beat of the chorus followed soon by Zoey next to you. You two felt Rumi's glare and minimized your bouncing.

"It's annoyingly catchy, though" she said after finally giving in and swaying her shoulders as well.

"It's infectious" Mira said with disgust but still gave in.

Soon the boys kissed their hands like they were blowing a kiss. And this time for sure you were locking eyes with the teal haired guy as he blowed you a kiss and a heart went straight to your head making you stumble back, you got up rubbing your head and was confused that the heart that hit you earlier turned into a box of chocolate similar to the one you threw earlier but this time it was pink.

You stand up just as when Mira grabbed the heart that was heading towards Zoey. It didn't help as another went straight towards Zoey again.

How are they able to do this...

You looked around trying to find machines or people responsible for this. Your eyes wandered back towards the teal haired man and noticed patterns across his skin.

The four of you simultaneously gasped.

"Magicians" you and Zoey concluded while Rumi and Mira said they're demons.

Wait—"Demons?"

"Demons. Obviously Demons." You eyed Zoey in confusion, the three of them looked at you worry evident in their face,"We'll tell you later" Zoey awkwardly chuckled.

Your confusion was immediately erased when you heard the rap coming, you looked back and saw the teal haired guy. His deep voice similar to his when he raps, but this time it had a better tempo, better confidence, he was someone your boyfriend dreamed to become, it was what you see of him becoming—not knowing he would soon go missing.

Looking at him feels like your looking at what  your boyfriend would be at his peak if he didn't go missing. Without knowing it, you were captured, staring at his every moves completely swooned by him. You didn't even flinch as Zoey dragged you with them when they stomped a girls corn dog or as they ripped the kids' presents given by the boy band, you were looking at him like it would solve every problem in the world. You swayed your body to the beat as they went back to the chorus not even thinking twice about how the scenery changed and your favorite colored clothes saturated.

"Y/n! Snap out of it!!" One of your girls yelled.

You squealed in response as you stared at your bias as he posed, and once again your delusional brain thought he was looking at you as he made a finger heart similar to the one he did back in the alley way, instead of getting angry you fangirled.

The music ended and the black haired guy announced something about a 'game show' and 'tonight'. You didn't really focused on him as you were only staring at the baby-faced man posing in the background and was surprised when they disappeared, leaving you giggling and kicking your feet.

"Y/N!"

You flinched "WHOA—Whoa" You took a deep breath, looking at your surroundings, feeling so out of yourself. You could hear your heart beat in your ears.

"Guys, I think I'm in love"

"WHAT?!" All of them screamed.

Soon they started talking about killing demons and that you were hypnotized, meanwhile you were thinking of what his name was, how compatible you are with one another and if they already had merch out.

You made sure to buy all of his.

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I didn't proofread this :)
We die like Jinu
o7 o7 o7

See you soon pretty and hardworking Constellation✩

-[This story is for that one reader]

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What do they make dreams for? when you got them jeans on?

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The disappointment you felt after realizing there's not even one merch of the group is immeasurable. But you weren't surprised since they just debuted. But what surprised you is the clear high quality video of the show complete with lyrics and all that, posted on YouTube now rising up in the ranks.

You were ten billion percent sure there was no digital camera around and the show just ended an hour ago! There's no way someone edited the video that fast, you concluded that perhaps it's one of your rival companies that did it though you were not sure. You texted the head of the Information department to do some background research on them cause you know for sure they would become an overnight sensation with the scenes they've just pulled.

And surely soon enough a video of their introduction was posted their views rising every second...

The pink haired dude with his hair styled like a heart was named ROMANCE.

The guy with hair covering his eyes was named MYSTERY.

The one with Abs that Mira and Zoey was ogling earlier was ABBY.

The black hair with an insurmountable amount of aura in the camera and good sense of marketing is named JINU

While the teal haired rapper was named BABY

You furrowed your eyebrows at their... Unique... names. There are not many who don't use their real names in the industry and usually their stage names are usually derived from their real names not from their appearance.

Maybe they're Japanese?

But Japanese aren't that stupid in making names for their idols.

You finally arrived in the girls condo late in the afternoon where the three of them dragged you to their floor and into the living room, letting you sit on the couch while they zipped through from left and right trying to set up a projector, some popcorns and demon warding tassels(?)

You didn't mind it, humming the tune of Soda pop while swinging your legs.

Maybe they're setting up for movie night

You wanted to help but the three scolded you for even standing an inch away from the couch. You sighed in defeat.

"Okay" Rumi started standing in front of the screen like she's going to give a presentation. Out of habit you straighten your back and focus all of your attention to what Rumi has to say, your mind making a million different subjects Rumi might be presenting about.

"Demons are Real"

But it wasn't that.

You relaxed your back on the soft couch, not knowing if you should take this seriously, but the girls seemed serious about this so you made sure to respect that.

You listened through their presentation, apparently Demons exist and a trio of female singers exist in every generation to ward them off by singing, and the generation before the Huntrix was Sunshine Sisters—the name of the idol group the Rumi's mom, Ruby, Rumi's adoptive mom, Celine and your Aunt, Amelia had starred in.

That genuinely surprised you and you tried to connect the dots.

"Aunt Amelia was a hunter? Why didn't she tell me?" You mumbled to yourself.

"We don't know the reason" Rumi said, "But you can see the Honmoon, right?" She pointed towards the open window, a sparkling whitish blue line that seemed to cover the buildings and could be seen shining against the setting sun.

"The Demon marks in the boys as well" Zoey chirped recalling your comment of them being magicians.

"I thought everyone could see the line???" You opened your palms in defense "And I had concluded that maybe they're wearing a reflective skin tight suit that has those weird patterns...haha" you awkwardly laugh, they were looking at you not quite impressed by your reasonings.

What does that have to do with me? Do relatives get the hunters' abilities to see in between the line as well? Is Mira and Zoey descendants from an ancient hunter?

Questions flooded your brain.

You sighed finally opening your mind towards demons existence and the hunter's responsibility.

"Then the reason I probably wasn't chosen was because of my voice?" You asked mainly to yourself, recalling the instances where your Aunt cringes every time she hears your singing.

"Or maybe she just wanted other families take on the responsibilities than her own" Mira scoffed which earned a hard elbow from Zoey and Rumi.

"What? She's old enough to know, it shouldn't have been a secret in the first place"

"Well..." Zoey started, "being a hunter is dangerous, even to our families. There was this one time a demon tried to take away my parents while we were on a cruise" she awkwardly laugh, uncomfortable recalling the memory. "But we were safe in the end" she smiled.

A series of events flashed through your mind.

It was during a singing contest you eagerly wanted to join, your parents being supportive of anything you liked, let you participate.

You didn't win though, you were a four year old against 7-12 year olds, 'it was for the experience', 'you would win next year', your parents would say. Still, it hurt losing as a prideful four-year old but the participation gifts did help you forget. That day wasn't as significant until the drive home...

Out of nowhere your dad swerved in a quiet street and sped up as if something was chasing the car, you tried to look behind but your mother scolded you to stay put.

It was going well, your father had driven the car out of trouble until you went to a tunnel, you don't remember much of the events after that— only your aunt in her concert uniform trying to get you out of the car.

You shake your head maybe I really was a bad singer and my parents were just spoiling me ... You concluded trying not to think of the stinging pain in your chest recalling the last memories you have of you parents.

"This is... a lot to take in" You confessed "That explains why you three are so good in gymnastics and martial arts!" You exclaimed remembering the time you wanted to try idol exercises and the girls showed you their routine that you were sure we're far more extra than the other idols in the company.

The girls laughed at that and proudly accepted the compliment.

"I am glad for your service, there would be no better hunters for the world than you" you stood up and bowed.

They frantically waved and stopped you from bowing lower, soon they have given you more demon warding accessories that you were sure looked like the regular Huntrix merch keychains.

It's for protection from delusions, hypnosis and hallucinations, they said.

You were slightly offended, because you for sure are not as gullible as you seem.

"LET'S KILL THESE DEMONS!" They've growled and you screamed a supportive "Yeah" as well.

They sent you out and requested that you stay put in your house while they're away.

"We will be quick getting rid of them" Rumi smiled and waved good bye as you drived home.

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This seemed like a good place to stop the chapter, as to not make it too long like the last one.

I wanted to put Baby on this chapter but this isn't about him, this isn't about the MEN!  It's about the WOMEN! THE WOMEN WHO FIGHT FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD!!!!

LIVE LOVE LAUGH HUNTRIXX!!!

Anyways,

See you soon talented constellation ♡✩

-[This story is for that one reader]

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint is the best reader insert frfr

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You got home with boxes and rolls of paper on your doorstep. You almost forgot what it was for a second and was pleasantly surprised that it was pictures and prints of Baby that you had requested from the Merch and Goods Production Group. They were only scenes from the music video but the blur was edited and then printed on high quality paper.

To think someone as handsome as this was a demon

You wondered if what you felt towards him was real or was it a type of magic, Rumi and the girls have stated that demons have the ability to manipulate almost anything, that includes human minds. You also wondered if they had used magic to edit the video or maybe did a mass manipulation towards multiple editors so they could post it after an hour.

You shrugged and headed straight to your room, despite knowing the truth about him and the group, you still plastered his face absentmindedly in your walls.

You took out a picture frame sealed in your desk. It was a candid picture you took of him— your boyfriend, when you were on a date on your birthday, he had his playful sign on it saying you were his first fan. You would have printed all of your pictures of him and let him sign all of it if you had known he'd be gone.

You held it up and looked back at the poster newly plastered on the wall. The resemblance is uncanny, Baby had everything similar to him except that Baby looks far more youthful and confident than your boyfriend— Infact, Baby looks like him when you were in highschool.

You shuddered, it really is true that every human person has at least one doppelganger... Except they aren't people— They're demons! What are the chances of this demon taking control over your boyfriend?!

You groaned massaging your temples, There's no way right?.

You opened your laptop to see a mail sent to you from the information team. There's not much about them they don't even own a social media other than their YouTube channel.

What, are they living in the 1900s?
They're demons! They should know how to market themselves in the big year of 2025!

You scrolled through all the documents sent— there was only a folder and didn't have any information that was new to you, their ages weren't even disclosed nor did the team find out which company they were working for. Probably no one since they're demons trying to take the souls of people but you wouldn't be surprised if there's a whole company for that, you were so ready to tear your rival companies down if that was the case.

You close your laptop, it's not your problem at the moment, you believe the hunters can defeat them in no time. You sighed looking at Baby thinking you would miss him after today.

They're about to be disentigrated by the hunters right now...

You did your nighttime routine and actually managed to sleep early after many overworking nights.

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You woke up before your alarm clock buzzed.

Stretching and feeling refreshed more than ever. There were no nightmares only Baby trying to save you from ankle biting Saja boys — which somehow turned into the both of you flying through space together.

They said dreams have meanings, none of the dreams and nightmares you remember had any significant meanings to them.

You did your morning routine bopping to your feel good playlist, you really had a good start of the day, you looked at Baby's face in your walls and decided not to take them down.

It's for the memory you once had with a good looking rapper, you said to yourself while dancing your way into your living room where you opened the tv wanting to find good shows to watch.

The moment you turned on the TV the news of a rising boyband came in while replaying the scenes to last night's show:

•Baby winning the spicy challenge (you try not to cringe at Baby's 'gogogaga' you wanted to erase it from your memory the moment you heared it, only for it to haunt your brains, you surely will be having nightmares about it now)

•Huntrix coming over to greet the newly formed group which ended up with their popularity skyrocketing.

No news of them being disintegrated. The opposite of what Huntrix wished would happen.

You looked at your phone and sure enough there were a bunch of notifications and updates regarding the girls. You regret asking the information team for updates now. They were giving you every detail about what had happened and noted everything the girls and other idols did. Being the President/Vice President felt like a suggestion at this point, everyone just wants do what they want.

Looking at the charts and updates you couldn't help but be tempted to go and help.

You called Rumi but was left on voicemail. The long white noise was enough for your brain to think.

You're useless, a burden, you're powerless unlike them. You couldn't even help your depressed boyfriend...

You could hear your subconscious, a memory of an article you read which speculated that your boyfriend had ended himself because of the pressure of being an idol and a controlling girlfriend.

Sighing you decided to go out, not wanting the current events to ruin your whole day.

You weren't thinking of where you're driving but you ended up in the old GY Entertainment building, it's still in use for training new recruits and the second and third floors were rented as studios.

Not having anything good to do you went inside and was greeted by the members and newbies trying to stick up to you. It soon became too uncomfortable when all of a sudden a hand pulled you out of a crowd and they squealed in glee.

"Oh my god Baby Saja!" One of them squawked.

You felt the impossibly soft hands on yours and looked at its owner. Yep, you're about to die.

You were pulled away from the room not before you heard one of the staff whispering if you two were dating.

The moment you were in a quieter hall way, you swat his hands away and rubbed your wrist. You debated wether to call him out for being a demon. But what if he attacked? Better to stay calm. Act normal. Don't blush, act like you don't have his face plastered all over your bedroom walls.

"I didn't need your help" you snapped

"Well, Your welcome" he sarcastically replied. "Still, you looked uncomfortable in there, I had to help"

You didn't talked back so he continued... "I never wanted to go back here ... it's uncomfortable"

You frowned , "What do you mean by that?"

"Let's not talk here, too many ears" he held out his hand. "I'd rather not" you rejected, he shrugged and walked up to the rooftop.

--

You followed him to the rooftop, your footsteps light but your heart heavy. The wind was stronger up here, tossing his hair like it was in slow motion. He stood by the railing, calm, collected — too calm, considering everything.

"You always this dramatic when rescuing someone?" you asked, arms crossed.

He smirked. "Only when it works."

You didn’t laugh. But you also didn’t leave.

He turned to look at you fully now. The city lights reflected in his eyes — warm, like they had nothing to hide.

"You okay?" he asked.

That simple question caught you off guard. Not 'What are you doing here?' or 'Why were you getting mobbed?' Just… Are you okay?

"I was until you grabbed me," you muttered.

"Fair." He leaned back against the railing casually. "But you didn’t exactly look thrilled being in the center of attention either."

You eyed him. "Why do you care?"

He tilted his head slightly, thoughtful. "Maybe I don’t. Or maybe I just like having you to myself for a minute."

The nerve.

You didn’t know if he was teasing or serious — and it was driving you insane.

"I don’t trust you."

"You shouldn’t."
The honesty in his voice made your chest tighten. But then he smiled again, disarming and boyish.
"But that doesn’t mean I’m not fun to be around."

You stayed quiet.

Then, he pointed at a part of the rooftop — the corner that had once been your boyfriend’s favorite hideaway during long rehearsals. You froze.

"I didn’t think this place would still be open," Baby said. "Kinda nostalgic, huh?"

You looked at him sharply. "You’ve been here before?"

He blinked innocently. "Haven’t you?"

You stared at him for a beat too long.

He finally pushed off the railing and stretched, casually brushing past you on the way to the stairwell. "Relax. I’m not gonna bite. Unless you ask nicely."

You rolled your eyes, cheeks warming — annoyed that you weren't sure if it was from anger or something else.

Just before leaving, he glanced over his shoulder.

"See you around, Y/n."
The way he said your name sent a chill down your spine.

You didn’t realize how long you were standing there until the rooftop door swung shut behind him.

See you around, Y/n.

His voice echoed like it was carved into the wind.

You should’ve felt creeped out. You should’ve run the moment he smiled like he knew you. Like he remembered you. And yet, here you were—still staring at the spot where he stood, heart thudding, palms sweaty like a schoolgirl who just got flirted with by a pop idol.

You groaned and rubbed your face.

"This is ridiculous."

The moment you were back inside, you practically sprinted to your car. You didn’t even bother saying goodbye to the trainees. Your mind was too tangled in a hundred thoughts—mostly about him.

Not your boyfriend.

Not really.

But close enough that it hurt.

✰✩✰✩✰✩✩✰✩

Back in your room, you found yourself sitting on the bed, laptop open, but your eyes unfocused. The pictures on your walls stared back at you. The ones you said you'd take down. The ones you never did.

You knew you were being manipulated.
You knew demons had powers of influence.
But you couldn’t shake the memory of his eyes. The same shape. The same spark. And yet… there was something more. Something your boyfriend never had.

Confidence?

Control?

Maybe even danger.

You hated the way it intrigued you.

---

You ended up sleeping late that night, lying awake staring at the ceiling, debating if you should report your run-in to Rumi. But even if you did, what would you say?

"Hey, the demon who looks like my dead boyfriend pulled me out of a room and teased me on the rooftop. Should we be concerned?"

Yeah. That'd go well.

You sighed and closed your eyes.

And then, just before drifting off, you heard it again—like a whisper on the edge of sleep.

"See you around, Y/n."

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RiP Y/n you will be missed.

I don't think many would like the events following this but idk, maybe it'll change...

Am I even using hyphens (—) correctly???

This prologue is getting as long as Attack on Titan's prologue 😭😭😭

But ahhhhh~ BABYYYY
The amount of plot and headcanons I have for this guy because his screen time is literally less than 2 minutes!!!!!

There goes my wish for making  plotless boyfriend scenarios with Baby :')
I'm too far deep in this rabbit hole I dug myself
The story literally just wrote on its own , I only had a couple of headcanons and worked around that. They (the stories) would scream if I don't write them down!

I hope you have a lovely day,

See you soon, delusional constellation 🫵😨

-[This story is for that one reader]

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The next day you asked out your girls on a coffee date. The Idol awards is approaching and soon the girls will be busy going to award shows and rehearsing. They're working a hundred times more right now specially because of Saja Boys presence threatening the number one place of their fans hearts.

You just wanted to enjoy the rest of your week long vacation more than anything.

You’d told the girls you’d meet them at 9, but you showed up an hour ahead — partly because you needed time to unwind, partly because you were tired of being in your own head. The café wasn’t too crowded yet. You chose a quiet table by the window, ordered something with more sugar than dignity, and let your phone buzz aimlessly beside your untouched drink.

A fairly normal day.

That’s what today was supposed to be.

Until he walked in.

No loud entrance. No cameras. Just him — hoodie up, hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly like he was scanning the room and didn’t expect to find you there.

But the moment his eyes landed on you, the corner of his mouth twitched a small smile that made you grip your drink tighter.

"Wow," he said, strolling over, voice low and easy. "Didn’t expect to bump into you here. What a coincidence"

You blinked. "What are you doing here? Go find another place to sit"

He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled out the chair across from you and sat down without asking. Like this was his seat all along.

Great.

"I like this place" he shrugged, eyes on your drink. "That yours? Looks like a cavity in a cup."

What is up with this guy trespassing your date and judging your preferences outta nowhere .

You stared. He looked cozy. Unthreatening. Ridiculously attractive. And so, so smug.

"Coincidence?" you asked, trying to keep your voice cool.

"Sure," he grinned. "Unless you want it to be fate. I’m flexible."

You scoffed, taking a sip just to avoid saying something dumb. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. His eyes didn’t leave yours. "So, any plans for the rest of the day?"

You opened your mouth — but nothing came out. Is he asking you out? You should really be concerned right now but you aren't. Survival instincts isn't locked into you apparently.

"My friends are coming," you said flatly, as if it were a warning.

"Good," he replied. "I’d like to see the kind of people you trust. Might help me figure you out."

You narrowed your eyes. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Why not?" He tilted his head. "You’re interesting. Not many people look at me like they’ve already decided I’m trouble."

I'm pretty sure the hunters gave you death glares more than enough.

"You’re strange," you murmured.

"Takes one to know one," he smirked.

Your phone buzzed. A message from Rumi: "Running late. Be there in 20!"

Followed by a blurry selfie of Zoey grinning while Mira was mid-kick and Rumi slashed something behind them.
Demons, you assumed.

You stared at the photo for a long moment. Then sighed.

"Guess it’s just you and me a little longer," you muttered.

You regretted the words immediately.

Baby’s smile deepened, like he’d just won something. "Must’ve sucked… not being the first priority, huh?"

You glanced up, caught off guard.

"They’ve got their own responsibilities."
You tried to sound unaffected. But something in your chest twinged you couldnt quite comprehend. Were you spoiled with too much attention or are you that obsessed with Time management that you feel icky when people are late on your dates?

He studied you, as if your face confirmed something he already suspected.

"Still," he said, voice softer now, "it must be nice having people who always come back."

You didn’t know how to respond to that. The silence that followed wasn't heavy, just intimate enough to make your skin feel warm.

Then he slid something across the table.

The bracelet. Your bracelet. The one engraved with your name.

Only… you didn’t remember bringing it. It was tucked away in your desk along with the frame and other trinkets you remembered of him.

"Dropped this outside the studio yesterday," he said, casually. "Thought it looked familiar."

You stared at it.
He was lying. You didn’t bring it with you yesterday.

Still, you reached for it.

"You keep stuff people drop?"

"Only the ones I don’t want them to lose."

You opened your mouth, but your phone buzzed again. A call from Rumi's number, you accepted and was immediately blasted by loud noises coming from the other end.

/"Change of plans. This— STUPID. demons! Keep— coming! / You heard Zoey on the other line

/AHHH!!!/ Mira's angry scream rang

"Sorry! Girls' night after this?"

"Stay safe. Don’t do anything reckless."/

The call ended.

Your thumb hovered over the black screen of your phone. You looked up at Baby. He was already watching you.

"They're not coming."
You didn’t mean to say it aloud. It just… slipped.

"Good," he said, the word smooth as silk. "I like having you to myself." He teased.

You sighed and stood up to leave, he followed you.

"You’re not going to just sulk here until your friends show up, right?" Baby asked, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket as you both stood outside the café.

You hesitated.

"I am not sulking."

"Sure." He smirked. "C’mon. There’s a bookstore down the block. They have overpriced drinks and a bad horror section."

You frowned. "That’s oddly specific."

"What can I say? I like terrible horror." He started walking. "Unless you’re too scared to hang out with a demon alone?"

You didn’t like how that sent a chill down your back. You don't remember telling him that you know he's a demon. Maybe you were acting too wary that he noticed?

Still, your feet moved.

"This isn’t a date," you mumbled as you caught up beside him.

"Never said it was," he replied. But he smiled to himself, like he didn’t believe you.

-✩✰✩

The bookstore was a quiet sort of comfort. Familiar.

Too familiar.

You stopped at a certain aisle, blinking.

You had been here before. Once. Some years ago before the stress of being an intern and an idol. Same shelf. Same narrow space between rows where he — your boyfriend — once held your hand while laughing at the terrible titles.

You hadn’t thought about that moment in months.

Baby noticed you pause. He leaned in slightly. "Déjà vu?"

"No. Just… never mind." You grabbed a random book and shoved it into his hands.

"'The Slasher Who Loved Me'? Really?"

"You said you liked terrible horror."

He flipped it open, eyes scanning the blurb. "Touché. You really did pay attention."

Your chest tightened.

Don’t project, you told yourself. Don’t imagine him as someone else.

You looked through the rows and rows of shelves, not many caught your attention. Maybe it's because he's always watching like a freaking hawk, like you would run away the moment he blinks.

As if sensing your discomfort he shifts his eyes at a book.

"Haunting Adeline" He read out  "Internet says it's good" He took it out and showed it to you.

You shrugged. "That's like… booktok horror romance. It’s got a stalker or something."

"So, a biography?" he joked, raising a brow.

You gave him a flat look. "That’s not funny."

He placed the book back without pushing it. "You’re right. Bad joke."

You both wandered deeper into the aisles. The further in you got, the quieter it became — like the air got heavier with the scent of old paper and dust. He didn’t follow too closely anymore, giving you space.

Your fingers brushed over a shelf.

"You’re not reading anything," he said after a while.

"Hard to concentrate when someone keeps breathing near my ear."

"I’m not that close."

You looked back. He was, in fact, several paces behind now. Arms crossed, leaned casually against the end of the row. His eyes were soft. Neutral. Not trying too hard anymore.

Maybe that’s why your chest unclenched.

"I didn’t think you’d be like this" you muttered.

"Like what?"

"Quiet. Patient." You squinted. "Creepily observant, though."

He gave you a lazy half-smile. "What did you think I’d be like?"

You didn’t answer. Mostly because you didn’t know. Or maybe you didn’t want to admit you thought he’d be… cruel. Or fake. Something not quite human— A Demon, like he truly supposed to be. You don't know anymore.

You pulled a book from the shelf, flipping it open without checking the title.

"You’re not as annoying as I thought you’d be."

"High praise." He walked closer now, but not too close. Just enough that you could feel his presence.

You tilted the book so he couldn’t see the title. "Still not a date."

"Still never said it was." He leaned on the shelf across from you, head tilted. "But you haven’t run away yet."

You narrowed your eyes. "Because we’re in a public library. Obviously."

He smirked. "Sure. That’s the reason."

The tension between you quieted, like dust settling in the late afternoon light. For a brief second, it was comfortable. Familiar, even.

You flipped a page.

"You’re… decent company."

He smiled with his eyes this time, slow and genuine. "Told you."

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I love all your comments 😭
I'm just scared to reply back, what if I offend y'all or something.

I feel really really bad giving you a half assed, confusing story like this so I'm broadening my vocabulary by doing proper research.

I'll try not to use too much unnecessary words and sentences in my story. It's a habit of mine, it helped me write a thousand word essay in 10 minutes and survived school because of this.

I love yapping when I write but I rarely yap verbally.

Anyways,

See you amazing constellations!

-[This story is for that one reader]

Everyone who reads this is THAT one reader ♡

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Y

ou sank in your couch feeling yourself rotting away, your favorite series running in the background as you rewatched it for how many times now.

You opened your group chat, thumb hovering over the keyboard.
You wanted to ask Rumi to hang out. Or Mira. Or Zoey. Or anyone infact, just not some demon who're probably most definitely taking control over your head.

You stared for five full minutes.

No new messages.

You sighed.

Then, another ping.

BABY:
are u home?

You rolled your eyes. "Seriously?"
Since when did you had his number? You don't even remember giving yours.

Before you could type a reply, there was a knock at your door.

You opened it, knowing who is at the door because you don't order take out. You were fully expecting to lecture him on boundaries - only to find him holding your favorite drink from that café this the perfect amount of sugar you liked. A plastic bag with your usual pastry dangled from his fingers.

"Thought you forgot lunch." He said it like it was his routine to care for you.

You glanced at the time and surely it's already hours past noon, you didn't even realized.

"Are you stalking me?" you mumbled, but took the drink anyway.

He walked in like it was nothing. Like he belonged here.

You sighed, well there's your wish for a company.

"I'm starting to think you just live outside my house," you joked.

"Maybe I do." He threw himself onto your couch, flipping on your TV like he owned the place.

He stayed there watching the series you were watching, making comments here and there until it ended and switched to a movie you've already watched on your free time the other day and didn't care.

"You got any new updates on Huntrix?"

You blinked. "Wait... you're not here to talk about them, are you?"

He tilted his head, using his baby face like a weapon "Nope. I'm here for you."

You raised a brow. "Flirty and suspicious. Nice combo."

"You think I'm suspicious?" he said, mock-offended. "I bring snacks. I show up when no one else does. I even watched that terrible show you like-"

"It's not terrible."

He grinned. "Right, right. Masterpiece. Ten outta ten cringe."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hold back your laugh. Something about him - annoyingly confident, oddly consistent - made it harder to keep your walls up.

You didn't realize how much time had passed until you noticed the sky dimming.

He was still on your couch, arms behind his head, feet kicked up like it was his place. Your drink was half-finished. Your pastry gone.

"You're... not leaving?" you asked.

He didn't look up from the TV. "Why would I? Got somewhere to be?"

You hesitated. You should really chase him out. You should've, but... didn't.

"Not really."

"Then I'll stay a bit." He finally looked at you - softer this time. Less teasing.
"Unless you want me to go."

You opened your mouth.

Closed it.

"...It's fine."

He smiled - not triumphant, not smug. Just quietly satisfied.

This was dangerous you know it is, but everytime he was with you, he triggered a memory you had of him. There's something in you that hoped, surely maybe Demons aren't all that bad. Maybe you can fix him, maybe this guy currently laying in your couch is the same guy you cuddled on that same couch many years ago.

What are the chances.

"Are demons born like- you know, demons"

"Some do," He sat up straight and stared at you. " Though most are just soulless creatures controlled by- haha, why you curios?" He looked at you teasingly and scooted near you.

✩✰✩✰✩

You woke up to silence again. Staring at the ceiling

The girls hadn't messaged. Your girl's night completely abandoned. You just realized how completely friendless you are, Are you even friends with the girls? Or is your relationship mainly for business?

Are you that unlikable?

You tried being friendly to your team though. Just making sure not close enough that they start taking advantage.

They gave you endless attention but also nothing. You don't wanna start with your Aunt who keeps telling you that she loves you but won't even look at you straight to your eyes.

You checked the group chat - the last message was from you, 11PM last night.

"Let's meet up sometime tomorrow?"
Seen. No replies.

You sighed. Maybe your being too needy. Being an idol is exhausting after all.

You stood up and went straight to the living room, your gaze moved to the couch. His scent still lingered faintly on the cushion. Like he'd only just left.

Just then, a knock. No doorbell. Just one short knock.

You froze.

Peeking through the peephole, you already knew.

"You're literally stalking me at this point."

"I brought breakfast," Baby said, holding up a bag. The plastic rustled.

You opened the door reluctantly.

He looked at you like he belonged here again.

"I figured you didn't eat," he said. "Your fridge had nothing but expired kimchi and one banana."

"You looked in my fridge?"

He smirked. "You let me in."

You didn't remember doing that. But then again, you weren't sure anymore where your personal space ended and his began.

'Don't you have idol things to do?"

"Rest day."

He walked in like it was his apartment and dropped the bag onto your table.

"Eat with me." Not a question.

You stared.

He stared back.

"...Fine. Just breakfast."

"Isn't that how all dates start?" he said with a grin.

You choked on your water. "It's not a date."

"Suuure it's not."

...

You finished the kimbap in silence.

He kept stealing your pickle slices. You didn't say anything.

Finally done cleaning the dishes you went back to the living room.

Where he leaned back, arms draped over the couch like he owned it.
"Let's go out."

"Where?"

"You'll see."

You raised an eyebrow. "I'm not really in the mood for surprises."

"Come on." He stood up and readied himself.

"Do you only have that pair clothes in your drawer ?"

He shrugged, "Demons got no budget for wardrobe changes"

You visibly cringe, "Do you not wash?"

"Of course we do!" He quickly said. "It's easy to dry these clothes out with the technologies we have now"

"Suuure."

"Stop that- let's just go" he grabbed your wrist softer than you had thought "I promise you'll like this one. It's my rest day, remember?"
He smirked. "Spend it with me."

You sighed in defeat unknowingly smiling. "Okay let me get dressed for a second" you head to your room and feel him following.

"Don't go in my room!"

You should really take the posters down.

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The moment you stepped through the entrance, your heart dropped.

This was the place.

The same one your boyfriend had dragged you to on your last public date.

Nothing had changed - not the flickering neon signs, not the smell of cheap waffles, not the cursed swan ride that always made you dizzy.

Baby turned to you, oblivious.

Or maybe not.

"Have you been here before?"

You hesitated.
"...Yeah."

"Bad memory?"

"Maybe."

He didn't pry.

He just smiled, bought two tickets for the ferris wheel, and led you to the queue.

"Let's rewrite the memory then."

You stared at him.

He didn't look at you when he said it.

That's what made it worse.

Inside the gondola, it was quiet. Too quiet. The chatter of the people blow slowly dissipating as you got much higher.

You fiddled with your jacket zipper.
He stared out the glass.

The city was wide from up here.

"It's beautiful," you mumbled.

"I see it every day."

You turned to him. "...What?"

He finally looked at you - really looked.

"From the tower."
"Oh."
You forgot demons could fly.

You laughed. Not because it was funny. Just... weirdly comforting.

The gondola reached the top and stopped, swaying gently.

"Do you miss it?" you asked suddenly. "Being human?"

He blinked slowly.
"...I was never human. Or more like I didn't remember anything when I was"

You didn't reply.

Then you whispered, like a thought that slipped out by accident:

"You remind me of someone I miss."

Baby didn't move.

Didn't speak.

Just watched you.

And for the first time, you didn't look away.

"I don't like the way you look at me like I am someone else" The way his whole face looked genuinely hurt and disappointed, unsettled you, but this look soon shifted more to teasing "but if that's what it takes to make you mine, I don't mind "

You were in a daze.

The corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk and soon leaned in your lips.

Before his hand hold the back of your head to pull you in and kissed your forehead.

Only then did the situation occurred to you and pushed him away.

Hot and embarrassed.

---

You were sitting beside him on the couch again.

This time, you leaned into him.

And this time, he didn't move away.
He just let you.
Warm. Steady.

Your voice was soft:
"You're... not like the others."

He hummed.
"No?"

"You feel real."

He let out a quiet laugh.

"That's the most dangerous thing to believe, you know."

But his arm still came around your shoulder.

You didn't pull away.

"Don't fall for it." He said it more to himself than to you.

But you already had.

--

You didn't text the girls that day.

You didn't even check your phone.

Baby had brought coffee this time - your exact order.

He picked your favorite movie without asking.
Laughed at the parts your boyfriend used to hate.

It was like someone had studied you. Memorized everything you needed.

And gave it to you piece by piece until you stopped questioning it.

By night, when he appeared on your balcony unannounced again, you opened the door before he knocked.

"You're late," you joked, like it was normal.

He smiled.

He didn't have to force your trust anymore.

You handed it to him.

Willingly.

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My brain won't let me sleep until I write all of these, the stories are the ones who eagerly wanted to be told. I'm just a bad interpreter.

I'll miss you guys 😔🕊️💔✨

See you soon otherworldly constellations

-[This story is for that one reader]

I love reader inserts and the people who read them♡

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𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽~

.*•.¸♡ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓨𝓸𝓾 ♡¸.•*.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮
𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵
𝓜𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾

💖✨💖✨

𝓑𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓹~

I heard my alarm clock beep for who knows how long, I sleepily groaned and stretched my limbs.

I smiled to myself as I looked outside my balcony window, the sun seeping beautifully through my sheer curtains.

"Ahh what a beautiful day"

I could hear the birds singing as I paced softly through my carpeted floors and to my balcony so I could open the curtains softly. The flowers are blooming beautifully in their pots as I touched them. On days like this it would have been nice to go on a date with Baby.

I verbally sighed and went back to my bed where I put my human sized cut out of Baby... My Baby, I giggled.

"Silly Baby doesn't want to sleep with me, is it because he can't control himself around me?" I gasped, " Oh he's so shy" I giggled and glanced at the clock.

"Oh my!" I shrieked, "Oh, I'm such a klutz!" I softly ran into my bathroom, frantically did my morning routine and went inside my walk in closet to wear whichever my hand can grab.

It doesn't matter what I wear after all, I'm already pretty, Baby said so himself.

I finished and twirled at the mirror, my soft hair bouncing on my head (I refuse to believe there's a version of me that's bald!)

"All set!"

I accidentally made a cute pose in front of the mirror! Ah! It should be illegal to be this cute and pretty (>×<)!

"Ah! I have no time!"

I say as I curtly ran through my kitchen to get some bread and jam out it in between my mouth and ran to work.

💖✨💖✨✨

I arrived to work still fresh as ever, the security guards opened the door for me.

"Long time no see Miss Y/n" one of them said, I softly nodded to acknowledge their presence and head straight to my office.

"Looks like the week long rest worked for you Y/n, You're practically glowing" one of my subordinates state I smiled brightly towards him.

"Oh you flatter me! Thank you"

Entering my office I see my Aunt Amelia.

"Hey Auntie ~ did you miss me?" I greeted gleefully.

"Y/n." She looked out the window her back faced towards me. "You're far more cheerful than I remembered" She said flatly unlike her healthy short and fluffy hair, there's nothing about her that's healthy nor fluffy.

Look at me.

I giggled at her words, "And you're still as gloomy as I remembered"

"Huntrix lost this week's competition "

I tilted my head,"isn't that supposed to be your job? I was on the best long week vacation you see if you checked my message you would now " I say in-a-matter-of-fact-ly my voice still remained soft as ever.

She sighed, her curly bob moved with her. "This is no longer my fight, I don't have enough strength to do anything" I could hear her voice crack.

My eyes went big and sad, "Oh aunty " I step closer to her and gave her a soft hug, "Don't worry, I'll take over for now, you should rest too. We still have our partnership with Jet2holidays"

Well, I guess there's a lot of work to do! It doesn't matter because Baby will always be with me, I beamed getting ready to sign papers and maybe greet my favorite girls later.

💖✨💖✨

The smell of buttery popcorn filled the Huntrix condo as I twirled in a fuzzy pink pajama set, my hair in cute little buns and my face already moisturized to perfection.

"Make way, sleepover queen coming through!" I sang, arms full of snacks I brought from the convenience store.

Mira raised an eyebrow. "That's the third time you've said that."

"I know," I grinned, plopping beside her on the couch and handing her a soda. "I like the sound of it."

Rumi was sprawled out on the floor, already painting her nails. Zoey was in the kitchen, heating up leftover takeout. It was perfect. Cozy lights, matching PJs, a K-drama playing in the background - everything I've been needing lately.

Everything normal.

"I'm glad you all had time, today" I smiled sweetly. "You three really deserve a break you know? Even if it's just a little moment like this"

"Yeah..." Rumi sighed. I tilted my head wondering why she's so sad about.

"I can't enjoy my evening if you all act like there's a lot in your mind!" I whined

"Well, at least you're in a good mood," Mira said, tossing a bag of chips onto the coffee table. "Your week off really helped, huh?"

"Mhmm!" I nodded, sipping on my favorite soda. "I finally had some time to rest... think about stuff... sort things out."

Zoey squinted at me over her Hello Kitty eye mask. "You didn't get plastic surgery, right?"

"WHAT-"I gasped, then laughed. "No! This glow is all-natural, thank you very much."

We all giggled.

For a while, it was just soft music, silly games, and stuffing our faces. They soon told me about their demon encounters and how much they've caused more trouble lately.

How Saja Boys are taking over their top spot too.

"But no worries!" Zoey beamed. "We have something in our sleeves to defeat them"

My eyes widened as my curiosity peaked, "Oh? What is it! Tell me! Tell me!!!" I begged, my puppy eyes stared at Zoey.

"OHHH so CUTEE!!!"

"Wow, I don't think I have seen Y/n this full of energy since-" I heard Mira said, I smiled at her.

"Oh!" I clapped excitedly. 'Before I forget... I set up a fan signing event for you girls next week!"

Rumi sat up. "Wait, seriously?"

"Yup! The venue's booked, posters are being printed, and it's already trending on X!" I beamed, showing them my phone. "We've also been boosting your song nonstop. We made sure 'Golden' stays on everyone's FYP!"

Zoey squealed. "No way! You just got back and you already did all that?"

"Of course," I smiled sweetly. "You girls are working so hard. I just wanted to do my part."

Mira gave me a playful side hug. "Our #1 fangirl."

"Hehe~" I giggled and leaned into her shoulder.

We all looked out the window and sure enough soft pink hues tainted the blue lines. I think I've grown to love the color pink, my eyes stared in awe.

The night is so pretty.

I'm with my favorite pretty girls too.

"We're gonna protect our Honmoon" Rumi started. "The fans, Everyone" she stared outside with such determination like she's ready to go to war.

"So let's finish this song!"

"YEAH" I screamed with them.

Wait what song?

"You guys have a new song?" I say as I tilted my head.

"Yep the one we told you about that's going to takedown these demons" she winked when she said 'takedown'...

I smiled dumbfounded... "Eh?" Whatever do they mean?

"It's still unfinished though"

"You will be the first one we'll tell if it's already done "

"Done done done" I echoed while singing the tune to their song 'How it's Done'.

We all giggled.

Everything was perfect.

Except... I think I caught Rumi staring at me a few times too long when I wasn't looking.

Like she was trying to see something behind my eyes.

But I just smiled and reached for more popcorn.

After all, it was just a sleepover.
Just a normal night.
With my normal, super awesome, totally strong besties.

Nothing strange about that at all. 💖✨

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𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭~ 😚💖✨
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𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖



𝓢𝓸 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮
𝓨𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓢𝓸 𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮
𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓵, 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓸𝓸𝓱-𝓪𝓱

💖✨

ִ𐙚 ⋆𖦹.✧˚༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

I woke up in early in the morning alone in their large living room.

Faint smell of popcorn and other things still lingered from the night before, sleeping bags left sprawling everywhere, like they left in a rush.

I sighed.

I feel really lonely in this big apartment of theirs. I miss Baby...

I was about to be lost in my thoughts when the door burst open, the three of them rushing in.

"Oh hey-" I was about to greet them but they seemed to be busy.

"Write that down, write that down" I could hear Rumi beaming as the three of them went inside the recording room.

"It went like 'Tut tut tut tut tut' right"

"Yeah like-" I could hear an acoustic guitar playing.

I peeked in, everyone seemed so eager to make this song, so in sync, so united.

Something in me wants to scream for attention but this time I actually managed to control it.

I don't wanna stop the flow.

Let them finish and see how it unfolds.

--

"And this week's winner is ...

'Golden' by Huntrix" I smiled proudly

Me and my teams efforts really did pay off. Marketing team is on the roll this week with 'Golden'.

I hummed the tune for Golden and went my way to greet the girls, I approached the lobby, no girls in sight only Bobby...

"Hey Bobb~ have you seen the girls"

Bobby looked so worn out and stressed, poor guy.

"They were just here a while ago" he groaned

My mood drop, I could feel the enthusiasm I had earlier slowly dissipating. I should really get use to this but I can't...

"Excuse me Miss L/n" a person called out to me, I turned to acknowledge their presence, smiling .

My smile widened and I glowed when I saw what he got in his arms.

It's a confirmation slip from one of our merch factories, they'll be making Saja boys merch soon!

Bobby managed to take a glance at the title of the paper "Wait- Saja boys?" He looked conflicted, "Aren't those supposed to be out Rivals?"

"Well, you could say that but technically Saja boys don't belong in an agency or a company, there's no harm in taking them in" I grinned at him and put my fingers in front in a 'hush' . "Just keep it a secret to the girls, don't want them to freak out"

"They'll still win anyways, they've got a new song cooking!" I enthusiastically exited leaving the manager to himself while I drive back to my office building.

I can't wait to show these to Baby!

---

I worked myself off but not like usual though. I had Baby with me to keep me company through texts and even sometimes brings me food delivered straight to my balcony.

He's so funny. I love him, he cares for me, he always thinks of me, always be with me. I'm the only one in his mind... Me.

I giggled and kick my feet signing the documents with cute pink hearts, skimming through them.

|A proposal to make a Saja boys Collab with the train station|

Hmm~ who cares. I absentmindedly signed it with multiple hearts this time with a smiley face too. People in the company notice great talents I see. My Baby is with the Saja boys, he's so talented, especially when he raps hehehehe...

As if on cue, my phone buzzed with a message.

Baby:
Look outside. ♡

I perked up immediately, practically leaping from my chair and running toward my balcony. I pulled the curtains open-

And there he was.

Standing at the railing, wearing the hoodie I gave him pulled up, one hand casually resting on the metal bar like he wasn't possibly breaking fifty trespassing laws.

On the other hand a paper bag. With the little bakery logo I liked.

I gasped like it was the most romantic thing in the world.

"You didn't tell me you were coming," I whined, opening the glass door and stepping out to meet him.

He grinned, slipping the hood down, teal strands of hair tousled by the wind.

"You wouldn't have focused on work if I did," he said, handing me the bag. " You're favorite."

"You remembered~" I cooed, clutching the bag like it was a wedding bouquet.

He leaned against the doorframe, eyes scanning me lazily.

"You're working too hard again. Not healthy for someone so cute."

I giggled. "That's why I have you, duh."

He didn't answer, just kept smiling.

I turned to go back inside, then paused. "Wanna come in?"

He tilted his head. "Wouldn't want to distract you, sweetheart."

"You already are," I said in a singsong voice, grabbing his hand. "C'mon. Five minutes. I need a break."

He didn't resist.

He never did.

He looked around, looking at the posters of Huntrix in my walls.

I tilted my head in question,"What's wrong Babe?"

"You don't have Saja boys up?" He questioned

"Oh don't worry! I'll have the team putting them in soon" I grinned, "did you like the posters I put up on the streets? They're pretty cool right"

"Yeah... Very cool"

I pouted, not liking his response... "You're not enthusiastic enough"

I have already convince one of the merch manufacturers to print out Saja boys, because they're getting more popular - on par with Huntrix even, It's easy money for them, and Baby would like it, and if Baby's happy, I'm happy! It's a win win.

"Oh! Oh! I booked a fan sign event for Huntrix that will take place a couple of days from now!" I looked at him hopefully, he smiled lovingly, "I can't announce one for your group but this should be enough right??? I mean you're basically world renowned Super idols and very respectful, loving and caring too! Everyone already knows and love you!"

"Though I won't let them have you ever-Hmmph!"

I noticed him just staring at me, my face went extremely hot.

"STOP THAT!!!" I blushed as he continued on staring at me with those loving soulless eyes of his.

He really really loves me.

"Snap out of it"

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𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭~ 😚💖✨
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𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾~
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸,
𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸

₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹˚.🎀༘⋆💖✨₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹˚.🎀༘⋆

"Snap out of it"

...

"Hahhahahahahahaha!" *Laughs*

"Oh baby! you're such a tease" *slaps Baby's chest lovingly*

*Baby looks at me like I'm funny and smiled his handsome, beautiful, attractive, lovely, gorgeous, cute, pretty, charming, stunning face*

Hehe *giggles*

°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡

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You don't know what's going on, everything felt right but also don't. You can't do anything as you watch your favorite girls loose in popularity, but also seeing the Saja boys rise felt really really right.

You don't know anymore.

You don't know a lot.

You can see the look of hurt in Baby's eyes but all you could think of is how handsome he is looking at you. How sudden he shifts from avoiding you then clings back to you should be uncanny but all you could think of is how much he love love loves you. How sudden he wants to kiss your lips but then move to a different part of your face as if repelled hurt you more than you could think of— you want him. NEED him. And you don't know why.

You're his.

And he's yourse

You want to do everything for him to succeed his goal— eating the every humans souls. Even if that means betraying the Hunters.

But you don't want that though, you still want to hear them sing, want to dance to their songs and scream your heart out during their concerts.

You want to work as hard as you can so they can remain on top because they deserve it.

But that doesn't feel right. Why?

Baby won't be with you.

--

Now, Whenever Baby is not around everything felt gloomy. If you can push yourself to move you would've. You just stared into nothing.

Your telephone ringing but you can't answer, papers piled in your desk but you can't even move a single finger.

You're stuck.

Standing still on your balcony, staring at the city scape with the honmoon burning in pink flames.

Waiting for him.

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Spoilers:
He doesn't need to come back, you've already done your job
— Gwi-ma

Chapter Text

Baby looked at you as you were swaying your head to the beat of 'Takedown'. You two are in a record studio playing the song, you were smiling from ear to ear happy to tell Baby about Huntrix's new song.

"I don't like you like this..." He mumbled but the moment words came out of his mouth, monstrous voices filled his head making him wince.

He took your hand softly in his and sure enough those voices were gone.

He scoffed.
He didn’t like this.

He didn’t like that your touch was the only thing that silenced the voices — the only thing that made Gwi-Ma’s presence fade into a whisper.

He hated how still the world became when your hand was in his.

Because every time he felt that peace, he remembered exactly what he was about to do. What he was meant to do.

To trick you.
To use you.
To help the Demon King devour every last human soul — including yours.

And yet... your warmth crept up his arm like mercy.

You looked at him and smiled as you tilted your head and intertwined your fingers.

He stared at it—your intertwined fingers.

He didn’t deserve this.

He didn’t want to keep touching you , because every time he did, he felt like someone worth saving.

You were his Salvation. He was your Apocalypse.

He sighs and caresses your hair then kisses your forehead.

You groaned as if you just woke up and looked around the room. You see your intertwined fingers and was surprised so you quickly pulled out only for Baby to tighten his hold.

You wanted to argue, to scold him, to ask him what's going on but the moment you looked straight into his eyes, you hesitated.

Why did he hold such longing, such yearn, such sadness and... Love in his eyes?

"I'm sorry" He whispered, still looking at you as his eyes started to look glassy.

You stared at him confused, you don't know what was happening, you could faintly remember the events before all this but was not sure.

"I'm sorry" He repeated, this time loud and clear. His deep voice vibrated in the studio— this was the same studio you and him always secretly sneaked in, you would record him and he would convince you to sing, he always liked you singing, you sang only for him.

Hearing Baby said those words, with the same vibrato and deepness of his voice felt like he himself came back.

Your eyes went wide a tear slip after all the years of being held back.

"Min Y—"

"I am not him." He suddenly snapped his face deeply frowned.

"I don't know what I did that made you think I was your boyfriend but I'm not!" His voice was loud but not screaming, his hands were still firmly holding yours—shaking.

"I'm nothing more than a demon. A soulless lifeless demon sent to take advantage of you!" His voice cracks, "So please..."

Help me.

Get away from me.

He wanted to say but didn't. He only stared at your eyes hoping you get the message.

"Oh Baby! why are you crying?"

He blinked and you were already gone, your pupils dilating more than humanly possible, tilting your head, your hands in your back.

The next thing he knew he was pulled back to the Demon realm, thousands of demons staring at him.

He looked to his side and frowned Jinu was also there with him...

"What's with the long faces? Everything's going to plan." Jinu announced. "Look at these souls, Huh?"

"Turn around" one of the demons said.

Both of them turned and saw Gwi-Ma, his pink purple flaming face grinning sharply.

"Now look at my two lover boys" he started laughing .

"It's funny. I thought for a moment you actually believed you could be free, Jinu." He mocked, and enveloped Jinu with his flames, whispers and growls could be heard surrounding Jinu but was incomprehensible for Baby and the other demons.

Then his flames surrounded Baby...

"I'm truly disappointed, I gave you some of your human memories so you could rap well and control the little girl. Not develop emotions" His flames enlarged and choked Baby out of his breath. "Don’t forget what you are. Our deal has already settled, I already gave you what you want, now…"
Gwi-Ma’s flame-wreathed grin curled wickedly. "You are nothing but a mindless demon and hunger before me."

Baby choked, his knees hitting the floor of the obsidian ground. The fire licked at his skin, not burning — just reminding. Reminding him who he truly was. A weapon.

"I gave you your past—" Gwi-Ma stopped short, teeth baring. "No. I gave you Baby. You think that little girl loves you? She loves a ghost. A mistake. A memory of something that can never be back."

Jinu, still on his knees, groaned. The whispers still circling him like snakes. But Baby was quiet.

Because the worst part?

Gwi-Ma was right.

He wasn’t him. He wasn’t the boy on the couch. He wasn’t the guy in her arms. He was the reason she was alone in the first place.

At least he think so, his memories was already erased a long time ago.The ones Gwi-Ma gave him... He wasn't sure what's true and what's not.

"She’s almost fully yours," Gwi-Ma said, voice syrupy and cruel, flames swirling like silk. "So don’t go soft on me now. You will use her, then we can feast on every human soul."

Baby looked up. His chest heaved, his throat tight. But he said nothing.

"You’re not in love, Baby." Gwi-Ma leaned in. "You’re in debt."

And with that, the room split open, demonic symbols flaring across the floor, and Baby was thrown back into the mortal world with a blast of force.

--

It was already the day for the idol awards you are roaming around the venue humming the tune of 'Takedown' happily.

You were supposed to supervise the event but you reckoned your team can handle it on their own— you didn't feel like helping even though you think you should, it's that weird fuzzy feeling again, your body moving like it's on autopilot.

𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂

I was sad when the announcer announced that the Saja Boys won't be presenting first. I wanted to know why so I roamed around the backstage trying to find Baby.

I didn't find him though I did found his demon friends, their cute faces grinning when they saw me making me giggle.

"Are you lost the concert is that way" I pointed towards where a lot of fans are eager to hear their favorite groups.

"No, no, where here to perform" his gravelly voice said, "Oh! Then you should go straight towards there!" I pointed towards the —I don't know the name— I just pointed where I came from.

|"Oh, our time, no fears, no lies
That's who we're born to be!"|

I heard Rumi singing in the monitor.

I tilted my head, scrunch my eyebrows and pouted my lips...

"Hmm? This isn't the right song! They must've out it by mistake:D No worries I'm here to help!"

I happily bounced my way to the control room. The people there immediately parted at my presence.

That's just what I am in this industry, I'm so powerful Haha.

"Leave please," I pouted "You put in the wrong song! Let me do it myself " I smiled sweetly but I made sure to show them I'm ma angry and disappointed by smashing the lights off.

They quickly left, I noticed a presence behind me and when I looked it was Jinu. I smiled "Hi Jinu!"

His face was neutral and he simply nooded, I shrugged weird guy.

Anyways, I put on the right song, and changed the lights suitable for the vibes.

|It's a Takedown!|

I smiled proud of myself and the girls.

They even did this cool gimmick of them fighting— 𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀
𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

—No.

Your eyes went wide. This was not supposed to happen. Whatever it is you're currently feeling you know it's not yours, you should really stop it. Stop the girls from fighting.

Don't let them say things they would soon hate.

Don't let them be alone.

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___to be continued___________________
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Chapter Text

‎"Angel of muthic
‎Guide and guardian
‎Gwant to me your glowyy"
‎
‎Your soft three year old voice sang along with the guide of your father's deep rhythmic voice.
‎
‎"Isn't Y/n such a great singer, huh Amelia" Your father grinned as he elbowed his little sister— your aunt, playfully.
‎
‎"You're gonna grow up a strong hunter like Aunt Amelia" he beamed as he threw his hands up, you copied him—putting your little hands up as well. "Huntwerth!" You squealed.
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‎"Let her decide her own future" She glared "You sound like Dad"
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‎"Aww.. idols aren't supposed to always be grumpy Amelia. Where's the Sunshine in my Sister—Haha get it? Because your group name is Sunli—"
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‎"Gosh you jokes are getting worse now that you've become a dad" She cut him off and picked you up, she was really strong and you giggled at her touch.
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‎"Listen Y/n, Don't listen to your father. He only wants you to be a hunter because he can't be one" She held you close enough that both of your noses touched.
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‎"Hey!" Your dad said mock offended."Why is it our family tradition to only let girls become hunters anyway, I'm clearly the better singer" he pouted.
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‎"Yeah yeah, your voice could make the golden honmoon with just one song or whatever—"
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‎"Bet I could even beat Celine" he grinned.
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‎Amelia went silent at the mention of her band mate's name.
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‎"How is she by the way..." He softly asked her as if speaking louder would break her.
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‎"She's.... Still not well," She sighed. Memories of the last battle she went through flashed in her head.
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‎The last time she'd seen her best friend.
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‎The first time she'd seen Celine looking so ominous, holding a baby on her one hand while her blue-bladed sickle dangled on the other stained in blood red— but demons don't bleed.
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‎"The Demons got her" Celine would later say, her hold on the baby—Ruby's baby, soft and protective.
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‎She later saw patterns littered across the baby's soft skin— that kid has demon blood.
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‎Amelia's own blood ran cold, betrayal, confusion, uselessness. What ever did she do wrong?
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‎--
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‎"She’s raising Ryumi’s baby as her own," Amelia frowned.
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‎Your father's brows lifted in shock — and softened just as quickly.
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‎"A half-demon, hunter,"he murmured. "What could go wrong…"
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‎"I don’t know what she's thinking," Amelia groaned, rubbing her face. "That child's a danger to everything we’ve protected. She shouldn't even have exi—"
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‎"Don’t," your father cut in sharply. His hand came over your ears, shielding you from words he never wanted you to hear.
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‎"Every child has a right to exist," he said. "That child hasn’t done anything wrong. And our voices — they’re not made for hate."
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‎His gaze, full of quiet fire, met Amelia's.
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‎"No fears. No lies. That’s who we're born to be."
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‎Amelia looked at him — at the little girl safe in her arms, at the man she could’ve been.
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‎If he had been the one to become a hunter, maybe things would’ve turned out differently.
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‎He was the better sibling.
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‎And maybe, that’s what made it all hurt more.
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‎Amelia's strong, trembling arms pulled you into a suffocating hug.
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‎You were sobbing, it hurts everywhere you could feel. You tried to scream for your parents but they wouldn't respond. You moved even when it hurt, looking for them, looking for their comforting hug, their lullabies, to ease your pain.
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‎Until you did.
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‎Their bodies didn't move. Their eyes didn't blink. The car lights flickered over them like spotlights on a final bow.
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‎"Mommy!! Daddyyy!!" your little voice, raspy screamed for their attention even though it hurts, as if there's blade constantly stabbing your throat
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‎They never responded.
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‎You turned towards your auntie her hug getting tighter.
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‎"You don't get to die, Y/n. You don't," she whispered again and again.
‎Like a prayer.
‎A threat.
‎A promise.
‎
‎She kept rocking you.
‎Back and forth.
‎Back and forth.
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‎"Don’t ever sing again."
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‎You blinked up at her, confused. Broken.
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‎You were in a hospital with your head, mouth and neck wrapped in bandages.
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‎Your aunt held your hands tight enough to make it slightly hurt.
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‎"Your voice is a curse," she said, voice sharp now. Almost angry.
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‎"If you sing… people will leave. And you’ll be alone."
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‎You shook your head — not understanding, not wanting to.
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‎But she only nodded, whispering again and again into your ear:
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‎"No more singing. No more stages. No more dreams. They’re dead because of this. You’ll end up dead too."
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‎It was a cruel way to tell a child to stop doing what they loved.
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‎But you listened.
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‎You couldn't sing anyway — not after the accident. Your throat had been torn raw, bandaged for weeks. Talking was impossible. Breathing hurt.
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‎And even when your voice came back, singing felt like knives in your throat. A physical ache you couldn’t explain.
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‎But the worst pain wasn’t in your body. It was in her words.
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‎“Your voice is a curse.”
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‎She said it often enough that you started to believe it. That singing made people leave. That singing could kill.
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‎So you stopped.
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‎But you never stopped loving music.
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‎"Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo..."
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‎A child not much older than you in purple braid sang on stage, her voice powerfully vibrated in the room like a lullaby keeping you in trance.
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‎People swayed in unison to her song, it was a wonderful experience. Unlike your voice that takes away from people, hers seems to bind and form connections, you want her to be yours—at least that's what the book 'Wuthering heights' thought you, you didn't understand most because it's supposed to be a big girl book but you are now a big girl since you understand some it.
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‎After the performance you looked for the girl, running around the performance venue, trying to find a girl with purple braided hair that captured your heart.
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‎Across the playground, a small group of kids circled another girl like they were playing a mean game of tag. Except no one was laughing.
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‎"You don't have a mom or a dad?" a boy taunted. "So you're just... nobody?"
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‎" I heard her mommy doesn't like her," another girl whispered loud enough for it to hurt. "No one likes her"
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‎The girl they were picking on — the same girl who was beautiful and proud up on stage— looked like she wanted to disappear. She didn’t cry, just stared at the sand and hugged her knees like if she held tight enough, the words wouldn’t reach her.
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‎Your hands curled into fists.
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‎You marched up, stomping so hard the sand kicked up around your shoes.
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‎"Hey!" you yelled, arms flung open like a cartoon hero. "Stop being mean!"
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‎The bullies turned. One of them raised an eyebrow. "Why? No one likes her, her parents even left her."
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‎You stood tall — or at least tried to.
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‎"My parents left me too," you snapped. "I don't see you hating me!"
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‎The other kids blinked, not expecting that.
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‎"My mom and dad died in a car crash," you said louder, like maybe saying it louder would make it hurt less. Remembering the memory, you cried and wailed scaring the kids.
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‎"Are ...you okay?" You could hear the girl softly ask. Snot and tears covered your face as you calmed down wopung them away with your hankie.
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‎"You're beautiful." You said your red and puffy eyes looking at her.
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‎"Huh?..."
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‎"Don't let what they said get to you, they're just mean" you huffed and patted your dress as you got up.
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‎But they're true though
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‎The little girl wanted to say but remained silent staring at you.
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‎"They're just jealous because you can sing well" you continued holding out your hand for her to take.
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‎"I'm Y/n"
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‎"Rumi" the girl said taking your hand.
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‎"Well my Rumi, sing for me so we could slap those demons faces!" You enthusiastically blabbered but then covered your mouth. "Don't tell my auntie I said demons"
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‎Rumi in shocked asked you, "You know about demons?"
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‎"Yeah my mommy and daddy keeps telling me stories about them" you proudly stated, "they're people who hates other people and can be cured with singing! So—" both of her hands in yours as you swing them up and down
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‎"Don't stop singing, okay?!"
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‎She was your muse, your first star in the growing eve. You swore to make her feel loved like the ones your parents gave to you.
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‎And when your aunt took over the company you made sure to take her in, even after you're Aunt's obvious dislike towards her.
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‎Celine had made a family for her, you couldn't be more happy.
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‎"Wow, you got good ears" Your friend Min Young, complimented as he listened to a beat you procured in your Digital Audio Workstation.
‎
‎You were working on a group video reporting project and you being extra wanted to make a music video.
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‎It was about mitochondria being the powerhouse of the cell.
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‎You grinned at him, "Now it's your turn rapper, give me the best you've got."
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‎He was the lyrics to your beats, he never made you less significant but he made your whole life find a new meaning.
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‎He made you have the confidence to sing again, you made him have the confidence to reach for his dreams.  And soon enough both your worlds revolve around each other, not knowing an asteroid would hit one out of its orbit.
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‎You don't know if your eyes are closed or the world is just dark but faintly you could hear a beat, a soft playing of the piano, a rhythm.
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‎You could see again this time you were on a white grand piano similar to the one you had in your aunt's place. Your hands playing in muscle memory to the tune of Moonlight Sonata, you looked around but everything was dark, it seemed like you were the only one here, Your friends, family, loved ones leaving you.
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‎But you continued playing.
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‎This time with a beat. Your piano changed into your whole digital audio workstation.
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‎You smiled to yourself, they will come back. As long as I can create music we will still be together....
‎
‎As long as I'm alive...
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‎"You're quite persistent aren't you..." You heard a voice —your own voice.
‎
‎You stopped.
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‎"I could say the same to you—" you turned to face the voice looking exactly like yours, "Gwi-Ma".
‎
‎"You should know when to stop Y/n..." His face shifted to your boyfriend then glitched to Baby's, "Be with me, no one would leave you..."
‎
‎The scene shifted the grass where lushfully green, soft spring breeze swayed around you, and sitting down by a big tree in a large picnic blanket was everyone you loved the most. You could see yourself were there too, smiling happily with them, then You or she looked at you.
‎
‎"You're parents won't leave you, you're friends won't ignore you, you're lover won't hate you"
‎
‎You threw a disc and it hit straight to your copy.
‎
‎"I've had enough of your lies, Demon"
‎
‎Your distorted copy laughed creepily.
‎
‎"What makes you think you can change anything, your not a hunter—"
‎
‎You threw more bunch disks at it.
‎
‎"Fuck off my head Gwi-Ma!"
‎
‎You changed the beat in your workstation,
‎
‎|(Takedown, takedown)
‎(Takedown, down, down, down)
‎HUNTRIX girls to the world|
‎
‎You realized the mistake you did in the concert, this time you played it at the right place at the right time.
‎
‎| (Takedown, takedown)
‎It's a takedown (Takedown, down, down, down) |
‎
‎Takedown remixed with your own beat.
‎
‎"You're gonna get out of my head..."
‎
‎"HAHAHAHA! OR WHAT?! What makes you think YOU can kill ME?!"
‎
‎The monster's laugh ricocheted through the blood-red walls of your mind, his form glitching — flickering from one familiar face to another.
‎
‎Your father.
‎Your aunt.
‎Baby.
‎Even Rumi.
‎
‎Their voices twisted, distorted, all chanting the same cruel taunt.
‎
‎But you didn't flinch.
‎You smiled.
‎
‎"You shouldn’t underestimate me just because I’m not a hunter," you whispered.
‎
‎Then you ran straight at him.
‎
‎Your blade similar to the one you see Rumi used carved through the illusion, tearing flesh that wasn’t real. Gwi-Ma hissed, shifting backward — the mask of Baby melting off his face, leaving behind his true form. Smoke and shadows curled around his limbs, pulsing with ancient rage.
‎
‎"This is my head," you said, eyes gleaming.
‎"And I'm not stuck here with you..."
‎
‎The walls shifted.
‎
‎" You're stuck here with me"
‎
‎Suddenly, a thousand classroom chairs materialized and launched themselves at him, the beats formed into desks flinging like shrapnel. Gwi-Ma screamed as they pinned him back like insect legs wrapping around prey.
‎
‎He clawed his way free — only for the floor beneath him to vibrate along the bass booted music, and collapse into wet, sticky mud, bubbling like boiling soup. Each step dragged him deeper.
‎
‎He roared, wings tearing out of his back. But you snapped your fingers — and the sky turned into a library.
‎
‎Each book burst open mid-air, their pages screaming your secrets, your thoughts, your regrets — overwhelming him in a whirlwind of noise.
‎
‎"GET OUT!" he howled, trying to fly upward.
‎
‎You raised your hand. The sky turned solid. He slammed into the ceiling with a sickening crunch.
‎
‎When he fell back down, you were waiting.
‎
‎Wearing a pink princess gown.
‎Holding a glittery karaoke mic.
‎And smiling like a child about to crush a bug.
‎
‎"I DONT THINK YOU'RE READY FOR THE TAKE DOOWNNNN!!!"
‎
‎You sang.
‎
‎A high, horrible pitch — not melody, not harmony. Just sound. Sound that bent the mind. Sound that shook the bones of the world inside you. Everything rattled — the lights, the walls, even Gwi-Ma’s form as it trembled, warped, and screamed.
‎
‎His body was melting.
‎You didn't stop.
‎
‎"BREAK you into pieces in a world of pain 'cause you're all the same!"
‎
‎You screamed into the song, dragging out every ounce of grief, rage, love, betrayal — all of it weaponized.
‎
‎"Yeah, it's a TAKEDOWN
‎A demon with no feelings, don't deserve to live,"
‎
‎You stared at him emotions gone from your face,
‎
‎" it's so obvious"
‎
‎Mud rose around him, thick and hungry, grabbing his flaming limbs, yanking him down. The more he fought, the more it swallowed.
‎
‎He couldn’t move.
‎
‎"W-What are you—"
‎
‎"Still not a hunter," you said.
‎"But I’m not helpless either."
‎
‎His mouth opened to curse you — and you conjured a cake.
‎A full birthday cake.
‎And shoved it into his face.
‎
‎"Happy birthday to your doom," you whispered, giggling.
‎
‎The mud hardened into stone and broke into dust, the darkness now gone changed into pure white and the next thing you knew you where staring at a ceiling.
‎
‎"Oh Y/n, you're awake" You're aunt sobbed as she held you tighter.
‎
‎"Hey auntie..." You're voice was hoarse like you have been asleep for a long time.
‎
‎You looked around the room multiple talismans and incense surrounded you, then you managed to glance outside and was surprised at the burning honmoon— THE GIRLS!
‎
‎You quickly stood up and ran to the door only to find out it's locked.
‎
‎"Do you need to go to the bathroom? We have one inside..." Your aunt's soft voice spoke to you though her eyes wandered everywhere but your face.
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‎"Auntie Can't you see outside?!" You pointed out, "The girls are in trouble we need to help!"
‎
‎"They're already doomed" her voice trembled as she hugged herself, "Celine... They failed.. They really shouldn't have let that demon child become a hunter" she mumbled but was enough for you to hear you frowned.
‎
‎"It's okay— it's okay. We're safe here. We have everything we need in here, you don't need to go—"
‎
‎"NO" You snapped at your aunt she hiccuped.
‎
‎"Nonononononoonononono" she repeated shaking her head.
‎
‎"Aunt Amelia... Look at me"
‎
‎She still continued swinging her head and saying 'no'.
‎
‎You sighed and touched her face gently aligned your face with hers letting her see your face.
‎
‎"No fears, No lies... Aren't that what we supposed to be?" You leaned closer and touched both of your noses.
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‎She sobbed loud and clear, you smile fondly wiping her tears away...
‎
‎"Don't worry, I can't fight but I'm stronger than you think" you stared straight to her determination filled your eyes, "I want to help"
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‎She sobbed one last time, "You really are their child" she choked her grip on you softened.
‎
‎"What do you need"
‎
‎"Rumi—I need to know where she is!"
‎
‎She hesitated but still nodded, "I may know where she is"
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‎Fun fact:
‎Your mom and Amelia has THAT kind of relationship before your mom met your dad. Your aunt helped in writing the song 'Good Luck Babe' with Chappelle Roan.
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‎Anyways,
‎   Hi long time no speak ahahah.
‎
‎I don't know how kids are supposed to act, I have little siblings and they act like they're better than the adults.
‎
‎This chapter was supposed to be filled with profanities, just Y/n saying every curse words she can to Gwi-Ma, I changed my mind. I don't want some of y'all to endure all that. I want Gwi-Ma to suffer not my beloved Reader.
‎
‎Your aunt is the third member of ' sunlight sisters ' the one with the curly pigtails
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‎L
‎She's got a bit chubby because of things
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‎Thanks all of you for reading this far!
‎
‎Im so happy for all your comments and votes 😭😭😭 I'm actually scared what if you'll dislike it the longer this fic becomes... But anyways it doesn't matter, I'm still enjoying it.
‎
‎You're comments are the ones who motivated me to write this far, I'm actually excited to write the end of this prologue and continue on the actual part of the story haha.
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‎See you soon my bestest constellations✨💖
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‎-[This story is for that one reader]
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Chapter Text

“
And now I try hard to make it
I just wanna make you proud.
I'm never gonna be good enough for you,
Can't pretend that I'm alright
And you can't change me

”



You ran deeper into the forest as you followed your aunt who was still surprisingly agile after all these years.

Tall trees and rocks were arranged in a straight line, leading to a path you didn't know. The darkness didn't help but you willed yourself, thinking about Rumi thinking about your friends in need of help right now.

"Do it"

You heard an ominous echo from afar, the trees rustled along with it.

Your eyes widen, something in you feel that it was Rumi, you don't know what's about to happen but you ran, faster than your aunt and straight into the woods' clearing.

You arrived there short of breath, heaving. But the view took your breath even more, you could see the clearing surrounded by supposed to be beautiful flowers and in the center a large tree with stashes dangling in the wind. You could see its beauty if only the sky wasn't dark and gloomy.

You slowly get close to the tree and sure enough you heard their voices

"Why couldn't you love me"

"I do!"

"ALL OF ME"

Another echo blasted through, it felt like you were also swept up by it but you stand your ground.

"This is why we have to hide it" Celine's voice trembled. "Our fault and fears must never be seen! This is the only way to protect the—"

"No" You said firmly and breathily, finally catching up to them. Your chin and chest puffed up as you went in front of Rumi holding her hand and  intertwining your fingers.

"Y/n?" Both of them asked.

You were still breathing in and out cursing yourself for neglecting your exercises.

"I'm sorry" you cleared your throat, "I know as an outsider I don't have the right to say this, but what you are doing is hurting Rumi!" You took a step tightening your grip in Rumi's cold trembling hands.

"You really call yourself Hunters? The one who protects us from demons when you can't even protect yourself from hate and discrimination!"

Your voice cracked, but you kept going.

"I know what demons are capable of. I’ve experienced it first hand. But none of that came from Rumi. So why are you treating her like one?"

Celine looked stunned, her lips parted, chest heaving with unshed emotion. You didn't let up.

"You’re not afraid of demons. You’re afraid of truth. You're afraid of what people will say. Of shame. Of tradition. But Rumi? She's brave enough to stand in front of all of that and still say she loves you. Can you say the same?"

"I —"

"You told her to cover up! To hide! But the only thing it did is strengthening the grip Gwi-Ma has to both of you—even to Zoey and Mira!"

Rumi's grip on your hand tightened.

Celine stared at both of you and for a split second, her eyes looked like they might finally break.

Celine didn’t speak at first.

She just stood there stiff, rigid, like her body had turned to stone.

Her eyes flickered between Rumi's trembling form behind you, and your own determined, tear-bright gaze. Something cracked in her expression. Her mouth trembled, just slightly.

"…You don’t know what I've done," she finally said, voice hoarse.

"Save it" you snapped "but I doubt whatever you say would be enough to forgive what you did to Rumi" turned towards the girl you're holding hands with.

"Y/n..." She said your name once again, softly.

"Cool patterns" you said in an attempt to lighten up the mood, your hands caressing her face as your foreheads touched.

She giggled but then frowned, "Shouldn't you be afraid?" You pulled out from the close proximity to look at her eyes— half human, half demon.

"You're beautiful, and no matter what you're still my Rumi, so—" you caressed her face again following the patterns on her face, "Sing for me."

"I—may or may not also—somewhat— dated a demon, whose patterns appear outta nowhere butwearenottalkingaboutthatso—"

"What?!" The three of them—Rumi, Celine and your aunt who was silent the whole time asked in sync.

"Long story"

You took Rumi's hand and pulled her to the clearing's entrance, "Now come on, we don't have much time!"

But she stopped you, you looked back at her confused but she just smiled and took both your hands the next thing you knew you were at the stadiums entrance.

"What. Was. That" you said feeling disoriented.

"What? Your demon boyfriend didn't try that on yo" She teased!

"He's not my boyfriend, we just met up a couple of times—ugh we don't have time for this! here—" you gave her a small mic and attached it to her clothes along with an earpiece.

"I'm gonna head to the control room to connect you to the stadium's speakers, the girls' uniforms have mics and should already be connected, the only thing left is a proper beat" you explained frantically patting her from all over.

"I should go, you stay here for your entrance" you continued, directing her like this was a normal concert. "Let's blow his flaming ass back to the deepest void!" You turned to walk away but stopped when she called out your name on your earpiece.

"Y/n" she came forward and held your hands, "Thank you"

She grabs in the air  and her sword is conjured, long and beautiful "Use this. We don't know what's inside"

You stared at it long enough, and doubted for a second if you can even lift it but the moment you do, you felt power surging across your limbs. It felt familiar, like hearing Rumi's powerful voices whenever she's on stage— you're comforted.

So you nodded and ran inside the backstage.

| "Be careful"|

you heard her voice vibrate in your ear, "I will" you replied.

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___to be continued___________________
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"Perfect"
By Simple Plan

Hey, dad, look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time
Doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along

And now I try hard to make it
I just wanna make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
Can't pretend that I'm alright
And you can't change me

'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore

And now I try hard to make it
I just wanna make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing's alright

'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
And nothing's gonna make this right again (Right again)
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard just to talk to you
But you don't understand (You don't understand)

'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

Feeding my daddy issues lma0
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I just really like intertwining fingers ughhh😫😫😫

This is pretty short and most of it is just Y/n's crash out.

I'll be updating later today,

I swear Gwi-Ma is in my head telling me this fic is bad af, but your comments and votes really do help A LOT A LOT!

It's not the best, some of the scenes feel rushed, the grammar is confusing and there might be plot holes I am unaware of but I am really grateful for all of you being here🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

See you soon, greatest constellations ✨

-[This story is for that one reader]

Chapter Text

"Show me what's underneath,
I'll find your harmony
Fearless and undefined,
this is what it sounds like"

[WARNING: Use of Swearing and other Profanities]



‎You ran through the backstage hallways holding Rumi's sword steadily. You can't help but feel so baddass running with a sword in hand like in that one anime called Demon Slayer.
‎
‎And sure enough you would be slaying demons soon because when you approach the control room a hoard of demons flooded the large screen near the door watching the stage as an ominous chant boomed in the stadium speakers.
‎
‎ |I'll be your idol|
‎
‎Bitch.
‎
‎The moment you sliced one of their demon's heads, you didn't stop slashing through with immature skills but enough strength and determination.
‎
‎| Anytime it hurts (Uh), play another verse (Uh)
‎I can be your sanctuary|
‎
‎They ganged up on you, while you swung aimlessly but still managed to hit most of them.
‎
‎"HAHAHAHAHHAHA" You should really not use your energy laughing maniacally but something in you felt too much pleasure hearing the demons' screams especially the fact that they have the same pitch as Gwi-Ma's when you fought him in your mind.
‎
‎It was going well, the flickering of the TV lights was sharpening your senses as you plowed through every demons.
‎
‎|Listen 'cause I'm—|
‎
‎/Slash/
‎
‎| preachin' to the choir|
‎
‎Your smile got wider, the song that was supposed to lure and hypnotize you once again, end up becoming a hype fight song like the ones Dante uses when he fights in Devil May Cry.
‎
‎Though you can't help but glance at the screen when Baby's silhouette comes in the background.
‎
‎He's so hot in those clothes and the fact that he looks like he can ravage me in seconds—wait what.
‎
‎|uh|
‎
‎Shit.
‎
‎You stared a second too long on the screen resulting to you getting bonked in the head by a demon letting you kiss the floor.
‎
‎I wish that was Baby's.
‎
‎"FUCK OOOOOFFFFF"
‎
‎|shining with my fame, keep on shout my name, I'm your idol|
‎
‎You anticipated his arrival but was still caught off guard that you screamed the loudest 'FUCK' you did in all your life.
‎
‎|Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral|
‎
‎"FUCK THAT WAS HOT STOOOPPPPP——" your andrenaline increased your eyes stuck in the screen in tears while your whole body heat up and arms swinging towards your opponents
‎
‎|Uh, yeah, endless is my fever, makin' you a believer
‎I was born for you, only your idol|
‎
‎|"FUCK OF, FUCK OF, FUCK OF—"|
‎
‎Rumi could hear your chant infiltrating her ears and thought you would have been a great hunter if cursing profanities at Demons would wipe them away— you clearly have the stamina for it.
‎
‎"You okay there...?"
‎
‎|Living in your mind now|
‎
‎You could feel yourself being drawn in.
‎
‎"Fuck..." you groaned out of breath. "Sing for me, Rumi"
‎
‎And she did, humming the most ominous yet comforting tune you've ever hear, mixed in with the deep growl of her demonic voice.
‎
‎You opened the door inside the control room and readied yourself once again. They're controlled humans, using the sword's handle you hit the back of their heads enough to make them sleep— hopefully, you never done it before and only seen this move in movies

You opened your palms the sword vanished—and with a loud bang! on the buttons, you connected Rumi's mic to the stadium's speakers letting her voice vibrate thought.

The crowd separated in her presence.

You readied the cameras, it was already opened during the boys' performance so this time you focused it on Rumi and turned on the low spotlight as well.

Now you regret hitting the people in the controls, you can't do everything in this large room!

So while Rumi was busy chatting with Gwi-Ma, you softly slap one of the personnel awake and let them manage the cameras, you tried to wake up the others but it looks like Rumi is about to start.

With one last stretch of your arms and a satisfying crack of your fingers, you slid into the seat in front of the control room’s Digital Audio Workstation. Headphones on. DAW open. Tracks armed. You were ready to support whatever tunes the girls sang with your beats.

|Nothing but the truth now
Nothing but the proof of what I am|

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t overwhelmed. This setup had more sliders, knobs, and plugins than anything you had at home. You took a shaky breath and stuck with what you knew best — laying melodies with the MIDI piano roll.

You selected a soft synth layer, something ambient to let Rumi's voice shine. Then you began programming basic chord progressions using the keyboard interface — your fingers dancing across the keys, playing by ear, trusting instinct.

Looking at the screen showing a live feed of the stadium audience, your heart jumped — two souls glowing like stars.

Zoey and Mira.

You lit up. They were here.

You directed the camera operator to sweep across the corners. It took him a while to get the angles right but some cameras were already fixed on the girls. That was enough. You couldn’t babysit him while managing the audio anyway, he's the pro.

|I broke into a million pieces and I can't go back|

You started layering synth effects: a low sub-bass for atmosphere, a shimmer pad for emotional weight, and a slight arpeggio rising just under Rumi’s voice. The DAW was starting to feel like an extension of your thoughts. Each clip you dragged, every beat you dropped — it was like painting emotion with sound.

You rode the mixer, keeping their vocals clean, adjusting the reverb and compression in real-time.

|Why did I cover up the colors stuck inside my head?|

Zoey took the stage, and your fingers instinctively added a bassline to match her tempo. Mira followed, and you brought in soft percussive taps — high-hats synced with their breath.

|I should've let the jagged edges meet the light instead
Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony
The song we couldn't write, this is what it sounds like|

Their harmonies struck you like a beam of light. If this song didn’t defeat Gwi-Ma, you were going to scream so loud you'd hope he vibrated out of existence.

"Stop this song!"

You smirked. Suffer.

Your hands moved faster now, layering automation curves, triggering risers, tweaking the EQs — you were in your zone.

|We're shattering the silence, we're rising defiant
Shouting in the quiet, you're not alone|

A horde of faceless demons swarmed the girls, but they didn’t stop singing. And neither did you.

|We listened to the demons, we let them get between us
But none of us are out here on our own|

You added more build-up — a low rumble growing louder — before breaking it with a sharp synth hit synced perfectly with the next chorus.

|So, we were cowards, so, we were liars
So, we're not heroes, we're still survivors
The dreamers, the fighters, no lying, I'm tired
But dive in the fire and I'll be right here by your side|

The moment the three hugged, your eyes widened. The strings of light that formed around them weren’t just visual — you felt them in the EQ bands. Their resonance literally connected. You adjusted the master track to enhance the frequency — they deserved to be heard crystal clear.

A tear slipped down your cheek as your feelings exploded into the keyboard. You poured your soul into the beat — no, not just the beat, the emotion. You weren’t just mixing — you were part of the song.

You may not have had a powerful voice like theirs, but this — your music — was your way of saying "I’m here. I love you. I’m with you." You will always be there to support them, you were their first fan, the fourth string on their logo.

|We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like|

Dramatic music — a deep, ominous undertone — surged unexpectedly as Gwi-Ma began absorbing his faceless demons.
‎
‎Your went eyes wide unaware of what's going to happen.

"YOUR VOICES! CANNOT! DEFEAT! MEEE!"

He roared, then spat a stream of fire toward Rumi.

"RUMI!"

Your hands slammed hard on the MIDI keyboard. Your track melted into Gwi-Ma's corrupted background noise like a war of sound.

You stared completely awake but completely helpless. You cannot jump from the control room straight towards the stage and even if you can you don't have the power to—
‎
‎You saw Jinu get in front of Rumi taking on Gwi-Ma's blast instead of her. You're mind going on a million kilometer mile dash trying to think of what's happening.
‎
‎No—

|Jinu! No!|

Rumi's cry pierced the mic. The camera operator — bless his soul — caught the scene perfectly.

|I'm sorry... For everything|

"STUPID!!!"

You don't want to think that you're right but usually your theories are never wrong. If it's really true that Jinu has a relationship with Rumi, it would be bad if he ends up dying here.
‎
‎Rumi would be sad.
‎
‎Another one of her loved ones leaving her...
‎
‎Stupid he could've just helped Rumi with pushing the sword!!!!
‎
‎|And now... I gave it to you|

You wanted to punch a wall, but instead, you hammered your feelings into the keyboard. Adding vocal filters, echo swells, distortion layers — grief and love encoded in every sound byte.

You watched like it was the climax of a movie.Tears blurred your vision as Jinu’s soul entered Rumi.
‎
‎With the new found courage and motivation Rumi charged in.

Your heart raced in sync with the track. Your beat followed her steps.

And then a slow hum, it was faint at first then it got louder.

|Ooh~|

This is what it sounds like
(Oh, oh, oh) Hey, hey|

The harmony was unlike any of the concerts you’ve heard.

The crowd joined in.

|This is what it sounds like
(Oh, oh, oh) Hey, hey
This is what it sounds like|

What began as a trickle became a tidal wave.

From the tiniest child to the oldest fan, voices rang out across the stadium. The audio meters on your screen surged—not from overload, but from resonance. This wasn’t just noise. It was pure connection.

The kind that rewired the air itself.

|(Oh, oh, oh) Hey, hey
Oh, this is what it... this is what it...
This is what it sounds like|

The music built like a storm. The bond between the girls, your beats, and the united voices of thousands sparked a chain reaction of energy.

And the Hunters — Rumi, Zoey, and Mira — moved in perfect sync, tapping into that force.

They weaponized harmony.
They fought with truth.
They struck with love.

With it they defeated Gwi-Ma.

|We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back
But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like
Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head?
Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead
Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony
Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like|

The lyrics hit their peak just as the energy around the girls exploded into radiant strings of light. The soundwaves became visible, cutting through the air like divine ribbons.

Gwi-Ma let out one last monstrous roar.

But it was too late.

The harmony crashed into him — voices, beats, strings, sound — cut him into half and shattered him into blinding particles of dust and distortion.

Like a corrupted signal wiped from the system.

|When darkness meets the light, this is what it sounds like|

Your soft rhythm followed.

The kind that only came after a victorious finale.

You sat frozen for a second, headphones still on, hands hovering above the MIDI keys, watching the screen with tears welling in your eyes.

They did it.

You all did it.

Your head clear as the skies above.

This is what it sounds like — when light defeats the dark.

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___to be continued___________________
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I'm sorry for using profanities I just can't think of a word that You would want to scream after looking at Baby in THAT scene.

Because other than 'Fuck off', I could only think of 'Fuck Me' 😔 I'm brain dead💔

This took me longer than I had anticipated, I searched about making music and how Digital Audio Workstation was supposed to work and ended up in a new rabbit hole I DID NOT willingly get in.

It's my fault giving You a skill I have only 10% knowledge on, it was fun learning tho.

I apologize in advance to people who actually know these things, I half think they're alright and half think I'm just yapping.

AND!!!what the f is up with googleee! instead of sites they gave me AI answerssd

AI is scary though😭😭😭

Is it ok to use ai?

Are they reliable?

I swear I get scared when I search and an AI answers my questions💔

ALSO!

I found out how to make gifs so imma take advantage of this knowledge mwhehhwhehehehhe!



See you soon patient constellations ✨💖

-[This story is for that one reader]

Chapter Text



You sobbed.

Finally feeling all the weight in your shoulders being lifted off. The girls were glowing as they levitated in the air. The Honmoon finally back to its shape, covering the landscape like a barrier though instead of the usual silver-blue color it had a pretty pink and purple tint like the platinum YouTube play button.

The girls slowly descended taking time to appreciate the view as well, smiling at what they've accomplished.

The view of the fans reactions being connected together by their song made you wanna sob harder.

‎"Are you crying, Y/n?"
‎Rumi's smooth voice vibrated through your earpiece.
‎
‎You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. "I'm nawt— well, I am."
‎
‎"Wait—Y/n's in here?!" Zoey gasped. "Did you make the beat?! That was so cool though!"
‎
‎"You really are our number one fan," Mira added gently, and you could hear her smiling.
‎
‎"I love you guys," you whispered, sobbing again.
‎
‎"We love you too," Rumi, being the only one who could hear you, answered.
‎
‎Then, Rumi's voice rang across the stage.
‎
‎"Thank you so much for coming, everyone!"
‎
‎Zoey chimed in. "Seriously, this was the best moment ever! Thank you, Hunmoon!"
‎
‎Mira stepped forward, voice warm and sincere.
‎"We’ll hold this day in our hearts forever. Let's meet again, okay?"
‎
‎You slowed the music and dimmed the lights . Fans raised their hands, waving in rhythm.
‎
‎Rumi took a breath before adding:
‎
‎"We'll be taking some time to rest and recharge for about three months… but don't worry—"
‎
‎Zoey and Mira visibly glowed brighter.

‎Zoey leaned in, grinning.
‎
‎ "We're not going anywhere! You'll still see us around."
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‎Mira laughed softly.
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‎ "We'll come back brighter. Just wait for us, okay?"
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‎They held hands.
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‎"Let's say it together!" Zoey shouted.
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‎The three girls raised their arms in sync:
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‎"Thank you, Hunmoon! We love you!"
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‎The screen lit up one final time as the crowd roared.
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‎You smiled through your tears.
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‎They did it.
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‎And so did you.

You took a deep breath and stood up from your seat, stretching. You pat the camera man in the back, he was looking at the screen in amazement and confusion mixed into one.

"Welcome to GY Entertainment"

"Is this the norm in GY?" He said looking up at you, voice shaking with astonishment, "The effects! The CGI! The invisible strings making the girls look like they're flying!"

You sweat. But played along.

"It's exclusively for the Huntrix, and this is our best one yet!" You smiled and left the guy with GY's referral card.

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You got home with your limbs heavy and trembling, the last drops of adrenaline drying out like blood on stone. Now that the thrill of battle was gone, every inch of your body began to ache — deep cramps crawling under your skin like worms.

Your house was too quiet, like it always has been but this time something about it feels more sinister.

You dropped your bag by the door and limped toward your bedroom, wanting nothing more than to collapse. But as your hand reached the knob, you froze.

A low groan echoed from inside.

It was wet. Guttural. Inhuman.
Like a zombie had tried to speak.

You stared at the door.
Did you forget to lock it?

Another groan.

You swallowed, dread pulsing through your ribs.
The lights were off, the thick curtains forbade any light from the sun going in —that also means no one can see what's inside. No help from the outside. No witnesses.

You opened the door a crack.

Darkness.
Stillness.

Then another groan — closer.

You couldn't see anything clearly, only a hulking, shifting figure in the shadows, twitching just beyond reach of the stray light that managed to bleed through the curtains.

You moved slowly, carefully.

Your hand slid to the wooden baseball bat resting near the door — you always kept it there, just in case. This was that case.

You stepped inside.

The air was cold. Heavy.

Your bare feet tickles against the soft carpeted floor.

Every inch closer, the groans grew louder. Raspier. Like something trying (and failing) to breathe.

The figure stood in the middle of the room. Head tilted. Limbs slack. Skin strangely pale in the dim light.

Your grip tightened.

Your muscles screamed.

It turned slightly.

You screamed inside your head and swung with full force — the bat connecting with something solid.

CRACK.

A body hit the floor with a dull, sickening thud.

You gasped, heart thudding wildly, vision shaking—

Then you got a better look.

What the

"...Baby?"

He was sprawled on your floor, unconscious, his hair a mess, drool at the corner of his lip.

What the hell.

--

You tried to piece everything together.

How was he still alive?

Didn’t the girls already seal the Honmoon?

Why is he so stupidly handsome sleeping like that on my floor?!

He looked peaceful.

The strange patterns still glowed faintly across his skin, though not as vivid as you remembered. They shimmered in and out, almost like they were calling to you.

You reached toward his cheek, curious — drawn to the patterns etched into him. But the moment your fingers brushed his skin, the markings faded. The paleness of his complexion lifted too, his hair brightening, becoming the same vibrant shade you'd memorized from your posters.

Freaky.

Everything since meeting Baby had been freaky. Like you'd been yanked into some fantasy movie — the kind with too many plot twists and zero explanation. You tried to understand but there's still something missing.

Your muscles throbbed. Your eyelids drooped.

Groaning, you shuffled forward and grabbed his arms, attempting to drag him across the floor toward the couch in your bedroom.

He didn’t budge.

You groaned louder.

Fine.

You dug through your closet for a spare blanket and tossed it over him. That’s as far as your kindness went today.

You turned to your bed and collapsed face-first onto the mattress — your soft, fluffy, high-quality, blessed bed — bouncing slightly from the impact.

A moan of pleasure escaped you the moment your aching body melted into the sheets.

And yet…

You were still in the same suit you'd worn days ago. You couldn’t remember the last time you took a shower — which meant, yeah, you probably reeked. Posters of the same man currently passed out on your floor still lined your bedroom walls, staring at you like some weird inside joke from the universe.

None of it mattered.

You fell asleep like a log anyway.

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What's the Huntrix's fans name? I just think it's Hunmoon or Hunters...

Idk I'm bad at names:/

Guess the prologue is now done :v

Making the main story shorter than the prologue would be funny but I doubt my brain would let me lmao.

I hope you enjoyed the story so far?

We're finally outside of the movie timeline which means we've got to be creative!

I hope you'll still stick through the end💖✨

See you soon supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Constellation ✨✨✨

-[This story is for that one reader]
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Chapter Text



Waking up feels like hell. Like an entire mountain had collapsed on top of you.

Your legs tremble.

Your arms feel like they're one stretch away from tearing off.

Your eyes sting.

And when you groan, it sounds like something from The Walking Dead.

You're bundled in your fluffy sheets, your satin nightclothes hugging your sore body—wait, what.

You don't remember changing.

Alarmed, you shift your arm, only for it to smack into something warm and solid.

“G'morning.”

It was Baby.

Naked.

Or at least, that's what your panicked brain assumed—the blanket covered his lower half and not much else.

You combusted on the spot.

With a shriek, you scrambled under the covers, yanking them up and checking underneath. Full clothes. But not what you remembered falling asleep in.

And… was that shampoo?

You smelled clean.

What in the actual hell happened?!

"Don't tell me you forgot what happened earlier…" Baby’s voice was low, raspy, laced with false disappointment. "You were basically screaming my name," he added with a smirk.

"WHAT?!" you screeched, scooting backward so fast you slipped off the edge of the bed and hit the floor. He laughed—deep and unbothered, his voice vibrating through your room like a subwoofer.

"I'm kidding," he said, walking around the bed to help you up. You looked up at him and—thank god—he was still in the black pants from last night’s performance. No shirt, but still.

You sighed in relief, right before groaning again when he touched your shoulder.

"It huuuurts."

"Hey, I'm being as gentle as I can."

He guided you back into bed like you were made of glass. You practically melted into the mattress with a sigh of pure bliss, before groaning again when your back throbbed.

"I’m going to get you medicine," he said.

"Shouldn’t you… I don’t know, go home?"

"I’m a demon. Which also means I'm Homelessness."

"What?"

He left the room like that made perfect sense.

You were left lying there, wrapped in a mess of blankets, soreness, and spiraling questions. Why is he still here? Did I hallucinate all of this from muscle fatigue?

He returned a minute later with a glass of water and a couple of painkillers.

"Here," he said. "Take this."

You hesitated, but took them from his hand and popped the pills into your mouth, chasing them with the water. All while keeping one suspicious eye on him.

"…How did you even know where I keep those?" you asked.

"I've been here long enough to know where things are. And where they should be."

You squinted at him. "That should be creepy. But, okay. That’s on me for letting you in."

He flopped down onto the nearby armchair, propping one leg up like he owned the place. "You're welcome. By the way."

You gave him a flat look. "You were groaning like a zombie by my bed last night."

"Was I?" he blinked. "I don’t remember much. Last thing I heard was Gwi-Ma screaming—and then boom. I was on your floor, and you stepped on my face on your way to the bathroom."

"I didn't know you were half-asleep,” he continued. "That explains why you were wandering around naked. You could've drowned in the shower!"

"Well excuse me, I didn't expect someone to be here!" you hissed

He threw his hands up. "Why are you acting like I did something you?!"

"Well, you technically did just trespassed someone's house!!!"

"Then maybe you should've locked the front door?!"

You opened your mouth… then stopped.

Damn it. He had a point.

You sighed deeply, rubbing your face. "Okay. Fine. Why were you even here in the first place?"

"I don’t know. Instinct?"

You gave him a long, skeptical look.

"Stop looking at me like that," he said. "I don’t stalk you regularly, y’know."

"Suuure."

But you do stalk me

"I already know you from the memories Gwi-Ma passed on to me."

You froze. "…Do those memories even belong to you?"

He looked away for a second, brows furrowed. "I'm not sure. I just know… where I'm supposed to be. And that I’m supposed to say 'sorry'. "

You stared at him.

"Why?"

"I don’t know."

Silence settled over the room, only by the low hum of the air conditioner could be heard.

"So…" you began, voice hoarse, "where do you boys even sleep?"

Baby looked up from the armchair. "Sleeping bags," he said with a shrug. "Sometimes we head back to the demon realm, but it's too loud in there. We don’t really sleep anyway. Don't even feel tired when we're there. I don't feel… anything."

"Huh."You blinked. "Then how the hell do you always look so fresh?"

"Magic." He snapped his fingers.

In an instant, his face shifted—skin dulling, his bright teal hair shifted looking like sewage water, eyes sinking into dark hollows. The soft glow in his irises faded, posture collapsing into a tired slump. He looked like a literal corpse now. A zombie fresh off a runway.

Then he snapped his fingers again, his saturated colors came back, but his face still looked dull like he hadn't sleep in years.

"See?" he muttered, voice flatter. "Though it doesn't work as well now that Gwi-Ma's completely sealed."

He trudged toward your bed with slow, dragging steps.

"Wait—how are you even still here then?" you asked.

He didn't answer right away. You didn't realize how close he was until the mattress dipped beside you under his weight.

"Dunno," he said, voice muffled against your pillows.

Your brows shot up. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to sleep?"

"In my bed?"

"Duh."

"Go sleep in the couch!"

You groaned, trying to push him off—but your limbs had other plans. Pain flared in every muscle, and you collapsed backward with a pathetic whimper.

"You okay?" he asked without looking up.

"No! I'm sore, confused, and you—you—are invading my bed."

He turned his head slightly, one eye cracking open. "Then consider this your reward for saving the world. You get free demon body heat."

"I don’t want free demon body heat!"

"Then move me."

You weakly raised a hand, then dropped it again with a sigh of defeat.

"I hate you," you muttered, curling up as far from him as the bed allowed.

He didn’t move, but you heard the smirk in his voice. "Love you too, boss."

You threw a pillow at his head. It bounced off harmlessly, and he just let out a content sigh.

For a moment, things went quiet again. The air was cold, but the presence beside you was oddly warm.

"You're really gonna sleep here?" you asked quietly, eyes half-lidded.

"If you don’t kick me out again,x he replied, softer now.

You let out a breath, your thoughts too foggy to argue.

"…Fine. But if you snore, I’m punching you."

"No promises," he mumbled.

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What am I going to tell the girls about this…

You stared at his back as he moved around your fairly big kitchen like he owned the place—shirtless, humming some low tune while flipping eggs in a pan.

The smell hit you first when you woke up—savory, buttery, annoyingly good. Your stomach had been louder than your pride, dragging your half-functional body to the hallway with a dull ache in every step.

Your arms were still sore, but not as scream-worthy as last night. The painkillers had finally worked their magic.

He turned slightly, sensing your presence.

"You want scrambled or fried?"

You blinked. "You cook?"

"I've been in the human world longer than I let on. I pick things up." He paused. "Don't expect me to enjoy it though."

Your stomach growled again, louder this time. Betrayal.

He smirked without turning around. “I’ll take that as scrambled.”

You sat at the edge of the couch, watching him. This didn't make any sense. He looked normal. Sleep-tousled hair, faint glimmer back in his eyes, those patterns now dull and faded like old paint—but there. Still there.

"You slept okay?" he asked as he plated up two servings. Perfectly cooked rice already in front of you.

"I slept next to a demon on my bed. What do you think?"

"You drool in your sleep."

You flushed. "Excuse me?"

He brought over the plates and set them on the table with a soft thud, sitting across from you like this was normal.

You stared at the food, then at him.

He grinned. "You’re welcome."

You reluctantly picked up your fork. "…Thanks."

The silence that followed was weirdly domestic. The kind that crept in between two people too tired to fight and too confused to talk about it. You stole glances at him between bites. He ate like he hadn't in days—polite but hungry. Like he hadn't known real food in a long time.

You stabbed your egg. "So… What now?"

He paused mid-bite. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you go back to… wherever the hell you came from? Do you vanish? Do I wake up one day and find you gnawing at my fridge?"

He set his fork down and leaned back in the chair. "I don’t know. Everything feels weird. Like I’m stuck between places. Not really demon, not really human."

You frowned. "That supposed to be poetic?"

"No, I think I’m glitching."

You almost choked on your egg. "Glitching?"

He leaned forward, elbows on the table. "I shouldn't be here. Gwi-Ma's sealed. I should've vanished with him. But I didn't. Maybe… maybe something's tying me here."

You looked away, suddenly too aware of his eyes.

"Tying you?" you echoed.

"I don’t know," he said again, quieter now. "But I ended up here. With you."

Your heartbeat stuttered. The moment stretched too long.

He stood abruptly and picked up his plate. "I'll clean this up."

You watched him go, brain racing.

The girls were gonna kill you if they found out.

But for now, you were just hungry, sore, and sitting across the table from a demon boy who cooked you eggs and may or may not be cosmically bound to your living room.

Great.

But you should really tell them, the whole shenanigan happened yesterday was because someone kept a secret.

You groaned one last time and pulled yourself up.

"Do you not own any clothes?!" You snapped at him out of nowhere

You're going to tell the girls today whether you like it or not.

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It's weird putting Chapter one after everything that had already happened lmaooo

I'm so glad most of you enjoyed the story, there will be more but I'll try to minimize the conflicts and actually focus on the 'boyfriend scenarios' this fic was supposed to be.

I'm scrapping a lot of ideas actually, I really just want to focus on Baby this time, some of these might not make sense but who knows.

See you soon wonderful constellations☺️✨

-[This story is for that one reader]

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"Do you think I would've been walking around half naked if I had one?!" He snapped back, softly drying his hand after washing the dishes.

"Well, I had thought you have a kink for walking around a strangers house half naked"

He scoffed, "you're the Pervert who keeps looking"

"There's not even much to see," you mumbled hiding your mouth in the cup you were drinking.

"Excuse me?!"

"You're excused, now come on-" you put the cup down and stood up, motioned Baby to follow. "We're gonna look for clothes."

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"Maybe the reason why I mindlessly walk through here is because my demon brain thought this was my shrine," he said deadpanned as he looks at the rows and rows of posters and things that has his name and face inside the room.

You can't argue with what he said, you were mindlessly buying anything that had his face in it and dumping it in your room back then. Keyword: BACK THEN.

"I'll take it down soon" You don't know how many times you have said that.

You went inside your walk-in closet and shuffled through all the clothes you had.

"You don't have to" He shrugged.

You looked back at him funny, "What? You like looking at your self, you narcissist."

He smiled at your words, smug and satisfied.

"What?" You asked after noticing him being more silent than usual, you looked back and immediately regretted it.

He looked like he just won something, "That means I'll be staying in your bed then"

"No" you said sternly "You're sleeping on the floor" you said handing him the clothes. It was too short for him which puzzled you, you really thought they had the same size, then again this was his clothes when he was still 18.

"What? I'm a growing 28 years old"

"28?!"

You didn't mean to say it out loud but you were just so surprised it slipped.

"What's wrong with that?!"

"You act like you're 15!"

"You fell in love with a 15 year old? Pedo!"

‎"Excuse me-" You raised a hanger, ready to launch it straight into his skull.
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‎"Whoa, whoa! I'm sorry! That was too much-I get it, it won't happen again!"

‎He held up his hands, surrendering with an expression so genuinely apologetic that it made you forget your anger for a second.

...

"My body is made to cater the likes of you" he said, looking through the dozens of hanged clothes.

"Likes of me?"

"You know-fans, that's why I'm tall, lean and handsomely cute" he posed while grabbing a shirt.

You scoffed "You're not tall"

He took a step towards you and looked down at you, "Still taller than you though"

You were speechless, you wanted to punch his smug face so bad-but you didn't. Both of you just stood there staring at each other...

"Are you not going to get out or-" he motioned the clothes he was wearing."Are you gonna watch me undress?"

"Yes"

"What?"

"WHAT!?"

"Uh- yeah I'll go!" You slam the closet door shut "Be quick I still have to change too"

What is wrong with me?!?

Face flushed, you marched to the bathroom and splashed your face with cold water, and headed back to your bedroom to get ready for your sleep over.

They would understand right???

How am I supposed to tell them this...

‎You groaned. You'd rather sit through a three-hour meeting about stock prices than tell your friends you're now living with a demon boy you might be slightly in love with and possibly get your entire friendship at stake.

"You know, if you want to see me naked you can just ask me nicely" Baby's voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Shut up" You handed him a large bag packed with sleeping bags and skincare kits, "Put this on the trunk of the car-the black one" you handed him the key and immediately went to the closet to find comfortable pyjamas.

This will put your business skills to the test. See if you can convince them to let him stay with you.

What are you gonna tell them? That he's gonna be your maid? Your personal assistant? Chef?

Husband?

He is rotting your brain that's for sure.

After preparing everything you need, you both put on your black hoodie and you gave him a cap as well, then drive your way to the Huntrix building.

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The Huntrix building was technically a hotel-but not just any hotel. The upper floors were exclusive to Huntrix members, a private sanctuary complete with soundproof studios, personal training rooms, and high-tech amenities only idols could dream of. The lower levels, however, doubled as a luxury condominium for semi-famous artists and industry personalities.

You headed straight for the reception desk and were greeted by the concierge, a sharply dressed woman whose posture screamed training and scrutiny. She smiled politely, giving you a bow of recognition. You returned it with a casual nod.

Then you noticed Baby lingering by the candy dish, staring at the colorful lollipops like they were some forbidden treasure.

"You want one?" you asked, amused.

He shrugged, but grabbed a piece anyway and unwrapped it like a pro.

"What are you, seven?"

"Are you saying lollipops are just for kids?" he replied, mock-offended, slipping it into his mouth with a smirk.

As he popped the candy in, you caught the concierge eyeing you with what you thought was a disapproving glance. You raised your brow, daring her to say something. She quickly averted her gaze and bowed her head again, overly polite this time.

Without another word, you turned and headed toward the elevator, making your way straight to the top floor.

"Did you see the Miss vice president bringing a guy"

"I really thought she was gay"

"Stop letting your weird fantasies get in your head stupid"

"Ow- well, does this mean the L/n family's going to continue?"

"Who was the guy she's with?"

"I couldn't get a proper look but he seemed familiar "

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You arrived at the top floor-and were immediately greeted by screaming.

"NO! BAD MYSTERY! STOP CHEWING ON MIRA'S SLIPPERS!"

...What the hell is happening?

"You stay here," you told Baby, catching his arm as he started toward the door.

He groaned.

"No. Stay. Or I will drag you to the couch and force you to sleep there for a week."

That threat seemed to do the trick. He stopped and obediently stood still, holding out his hand expectantly. You sighed and handed him your spare phone.

"Here-keep yourself entertained. I'll call you in when they're ready."

He nodded. "Don't take long."

You pushed open the condo door and were immediately tackled by something soft, fast, and covered in fur. The ceiling swam in your vision.

"Ow-"

"Oh my gosh, Y/n! I'm so sorry!" Zoey's voice rang out as she helped you up. Beside her sat a large dog-something resembling a golden retriever, except its mane shimmered in shades of dusty gray and purple. Its eyes were covered by all his fur.

"This is Mystery," Zoey said, rubbing the dog's head fondly. Its tail wagged excitedly.

"Mystery?" You tilted your head. Now that she mentioned it... it did resemble the ex-idol. "Smart choice."

"Right?" Zoey beamed. "He followed me home while I was grabbing snacks at the convenience store!"

The dog barked as if pleased to be talked about. Zoey immediately smothered him with attention, cooing and baby-talking as she rubbed his fluffy face.

"Yeah, he seems cute," you said, reaching to pat his head.

He growled.

Zoey swatted him gently. "Bad Mystery! Y/n's our friend."

"Sorry," she added, looking at you apologetically. "He's not great with people."

A loud crash rang from the kitchen.

"AAAAHHH! STOP KNOCKING OVER THE CONTAINERS!" Mira's shriek echoed through the condo.

You and Zoey calmly made your way to the living room and dropped your bags.

"GET OFF THE COUNTER!" Mira shouted again.

You glanced at Zoey. "Is Mira okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. She's just got a whole cat situation going on. Rumi's the one we're worried about..."

"Why? What happened with Rumi?"

"Oh! Y/n-you like cats, right? Well, guess what-I have two of them!" Mira appeared with a tray of cookies, laughing in that eerily fake way that made you worry for her soul. Another crash from the kitchen made her shriek again.

"And they talk," Zoey added casually. Like it was normal to say cats can talk. Then a giant blue feline strolled into view.

"...Is that the cat? It looks more like a lion."

"No, that's Derpy. Jinu's familiar. Rumi's been taking care of him since..." she trailed off.

And as if summoned, Rumi entered, glancing cautiously from the hallway to the spot beside her.

Mystery growled again, low and unsure. You couldn't tell if it was at Rumi or the big blue cat that seemed to rub itself onto thin air.

"What in the world is going on right now...?" you muttered.

"Uh, so-Y/n," Rumi started, glancing once more to her side. "Do you notice anything... weird?"

You blinked. You'd just been tackled by a dog that looks like Mystery, Zoey said something about a talking cat, and now a blue lion-cat hybrid was in the living room with a six-eyed bird with a hat perched on its head.

Could it get any weirder?

"Can't you see Jinu standing next to me?"

You stared blankly.

Ah yes, maybe it's time to book a group therapy for you four. You all were clearly unwell after the encounter with the Demon King.

"Rumi..." Zoey said gently, "We... we can't see anyone."

"No, no, he's right here! I'm not hallucinating-he's really here!" Rumi's voice cracked, her eyes going glassy. She turned to you, pleading, "Y/n, you can see him, right?"

You remained silent.
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‎Wait- if they can't see Jinu, what are the chances that they can't see Baby as well? What if everything that had happened with him really is just a hallucination. Is that why the hotel clerk earlier eyed you weirdly? Were you actually just talking to yourself this whole time???

"Here's the cats I was talking about-" Mira returned, holding two ginger cats by the scruffs of their necks. She paused when she saw Rumi's trembling lip.

"Rumi..."

"Hey Y/n, your phone shut down."

Your head snapped toward the voice-Baby had let himself in.

He stood in the middle of the room, casual as ever.

All three girls drew their weapons immediately.

Mira grabbed her lance, Zoey drew her daggers, and Rumi's sword lit up in her hands.

Strangely, you didn't panic. Relief washed over you instead.

At least... you're not hallucinating. Thank God.

But now there was a new problem.

"Ho-"

"HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!"

Silence filled the room.
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‎Your eyes became as large as CD disks trying to comprehend what had happened-or more like who just happened to talk.
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‎"Damn" one of the cats Mira was holding actually talked.

"Honestly, this is completely unfair..." that similar voice mumbled again. Your head whipped to Rumi. It came from her.

Baby burst into hysterical laughter.

"Well, Jinu, I didn't sacrifice my body to save my soulmate," he wheezed between laughs.

The sword in Rumi's hands glowed. A familiar voice rang out.

"Well, you're clearly enjoying yourself, Baby."

"JINU?!"

All four of you screamed in sync.

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I don't know wtf is this, I want to sleep. I wanna clear my head. I think this is just brain rot. I can see myself continuing with this plot but it would be too much work😭😭😭

I even planned out an entirely new villain, but damn my head hurts.

The following chapters after this will only be one shots, I think.

Like short scenarios but it actually ties up to the entire plot, I guess.

Like a cartoon episode, Idk.

I'm brain dead.

I think I just need sleep.

Also, I think it's obvious but I'm bad at Romance, it's my least favorite genre.

Wait- I just got enlightened. I already know how to end this fic haha!

See you quite soon smart constellations

[You're ■■ is...

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JINU?!?

All of your eyes went wide as you all stared at Rumi's sword. Even Rumi couldn't believe it, she glanced at her side and sure enough there was a lack of Jinu in there.

She let go of the sword making it disappear then Jinu's full body appeared.

She did so couple of times—

"Ok stop it your making me dizzy"

Rumi looked at her friends.

"Can't you see him?" She opened her arms like she was presenting something.

Three of her friends shook their heads. Baby and the two cats nodded and the dog growled.

She conjured her sword once more and Jinu was gone.

"It seems we have a lot to talk about," the sword glowed

"Can you hear him"

They all nooded.

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You all had settled yourself in the living room snacks and drinks piled on the table

"Okay so… what’s happening?" Zoey asked, still stroking Mystery, who was now melting into her lap like a weighted blanket.

"It's probably because of the new barrier you girls put up," one of the ginger cats spoke up, jumping lazily onto the table.

You blinked.

That voice...

"Abby??" you squinted. "How can you talk while—I'm assuming—Romance can’t?"

You motioned to the other ginger cat beside him, currently rubbing its head on Mystery's paw like a love-struck toddler. Its short tail curved like a heart, white spots on its fur forming little heart patches.

"Simple," Abby said with an exaggerated yawn. "Other than Jinu, I was the one closest to my humanity."

"Closer?" Mira echoed, still slightly fuming from the earlier cat-related chaos.

"Yeah, so Romance can't talk. Mystery's mind is already half-gone, you all know that. And Baby—" Abby leapt gracefully onto Baby's lap without permission—"he should’ve been gone too, technically. But because he kept his body and probably met his soulmate…" He glanced at you knowingly. "He’s stable. Ish."

Baby raised a brow. "Are you psychoanalyzing me? You're a cat."

"And you're still a demon. Yet here we are."

Without warning, Abby placed both front paws squarely on Baby’s nose, squishing it like a stress ball.

Baby scrunched up his face in utter offense. "Did you seriously just touch my face with your shit paws?"

"You probably didn't even wash yours either," Abby retorted.

You choked on your drink.

Baby gently picked the cat up by the scruff like it was radioactive. "Guess I'm the one doing the carrying from now on, Cabby,” he mimicked sarcastically.

Abby batted at his chin. "You're not even tall enough to carry me properly—"

That did it.

With no warning, Baby flung Abby lightly into the air like a pillow—Abby landed perfectly, of course, on the bookshelf.

Anyways...

While Baby and Abby were waging war in the background—launching insults, paw swipes, and one unfortunate remote control—Mira tried to keep the conversation on track.

She adjusted the pillow in her lap and turned toward Rumi, ignoring the muffled thud of something breaking behind her.

"Okay, but what about you?" she asked, nodding toward the sword resting beside Rumi. "Why are you stuck with Jinu haunting your weapon?"

Rumi opened her mouth, but the sword in her lap pulsed faintly—then glowed.

Jinu’s voice rang out clearly, steady and low. "It's probably because I gave her my soul."

You and Mira blinked at the same time.

"…What?"

Zoey paused mid-sip of her soda. Even Mystery looked up from cleaning his paw.

"And what's this about soulmates?" You added, brows raised.

Behind her, Abby leapt from the coffee table and landed on Baby's back like a furry missile. Neither of you tried to noticed.

Jinu's glow brightened slightly. He sounded calm, almost too calm for someone living in a blade.

"Demons… are creatures without souls. Without that, we don't have a sense of purpose—no meaning, no belonging. Nothing to tether us to this world only following Gwi-Ma's desires."

He paused as if weighing the words carefully.

"But when a demon finds someone who gives them that meaning… someone who makes them feel like they belong…" he trailed off.

"That person becomes their soulmate," He finished softly.

"And in return, the demon begins to change. It frees us from Gwi-Ma's control and possibly bond our souls together."

Rumi stared down at the sword, lips parted, stunned silent.

"When I sacrificed my body to protect Rumi…" Jinu continued, his voice gentler now, "I gave her what little of my soul I had. That's why she's the only one who can see me in my ghost form. And why all of you can only hear me speak when I'm… like this."

He gestured vaguely—though none of you could actually see the gesture.

"Inside the sword," you clarified.

"Yeah."

Mira let out a long breath and leaned back. "That’s… a lot."

Jinu laughed, soft and tired. "Welcome to my afterlife."

Then Suddenly,

"STOP BITING MY HOODIE, YOU LITTLE FUR DEMON!"

Baby was spinning in frantic circles trying to shake Abby off, who had his tiny teeth latched onto Baby's hoodie string like he was on a mission from the gods.

"This is divine retribution!" Baby cried out dramatically. "For assigning me as the 'Baby' in the group! Mystery would've done so much better!"

"You know Mystery's already out of his head, right?" Jinu in the sword glowed. "Besides—fans like mysterious idols, Mystery did fine as Mystery."

Baby froze, eyes wide with betrayal. "So you made me act like a Baby instead?!"

Abby, still hanging from his hoodie, muttered, "Fits like a diaper."

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The condo had finally settled into a strange, twitchy quiet. Mystery snored in a curled-up pile on the couch. Abby and Romance were both licking their paws in smug, victorious silence. Mira and the others had gone off to prep the dining area.

You stood in front of the hallway mirror, fixing your hoodie with slightly trembling hands.

That was a lot. Talking cats. Talking swords. Soulmates.

Honestly, A lot has happened this past few weeks.

Your fingers fumbled with the edge of your sleeves, trying not to think too hard.

"You should wear the green one."

You turned your head. Baby leaned on the doorframe behind you, arms crossed, now dressed in one of your oversized hoodies. It hung loosely on him, the sleeves almost laughably short, but he somehow made it look like it belonged.

You blinked. "What?"

"The green shirt. The one that makes your eyes look like they could end nations." He tilted his head lazily, trying to keep his tone light. "Subtle intimidation tactic. Perfect for dinner."

You tried to hide your flustered reaction by turning back to the mirror. "Why are you still here? I thought I told you to help Zoey with the table."

"I was, but then I heard you muttering to yourself in the mirror like a dramatic main character." He stepped forward, voice quieter now. "So I figured I'd be your audience."

You sighed. "I'm just trying to make sure tonight doesn't turn into another demon-exorcism-situation, okay?"

There you are again acting like a manager when you shouldn't need to.

He leaned against the wall next to you, watching your reflection. "You're scared."

"I'm not scared."

"You are. Not of the dinner. Of them. Of what they'll think about…me."

You didn't answer.

Baby scratched the back of his neck, averting his gaze for once. "Don’t worry. I get it."

He laughed bitterly. "I wouldn't trust me either."

You turned slightly toward him. "That's not what this is."

He raised an eyebrow, almost amused. "Isn't it? Come on. Be honest—when you look at me, who do you really see?"

You froze. His voice was low but not cruel. Just…tired.

"Do you see me, or just the face of someone you already loved?"

"Baby…"

"Don't." He looked away, hands clenching. "It's fine. Really. I'm used to being the mask everyone likes. I play the Baby. The charming idiot. The dangerous demon. The fake boyfriend. Whatever."

His eyes flicked back to yours, softer now.

"But when you laugh at my jokes, or scold me for being shirtless, or give me that look when I'm annoying you… for a second I forget. That you're not looking at me. You're looking at him."

You stood frozen, unsure of what to say.

He gave a lopsided smile and gently pushed the green shirt toward you. "Anyway. Wear this. Dinner won’t wait And neither will your demon roommate-slash-maid-slash-tragedy-in-the-making."

You took the shirt, but didn’t move.

"…Baby."

He stepped away, back turned now.

"It’s okay," he said, voice low. "I’m not asking you to love me. I’m just trying not to fall in love with you."

And with that, he left.

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Ever since Baby opened his eyes, there was only darkness.

Not the soft kind that lulled you to sleep—but the heavy, suffocating kind. The kind that presses against your chest and makes it hard to remember where your body ends and the void begins.

The demon realm stank of grime and sweat and rotting ash. The air choked with smoke that never cleared. Mangled creatures writhed in the shadows—fangs, eyes, limbs in the wrong places—and yet none of it made him flinch. Not the filth, not the absence of light, not even the screams echoing from some far-off pit.

Because Baby felt nothing.

No fear. No sorrow. Not even anger.

Just one thing: hunger.

A bottomless, gnawing hunger that didn't belong to him.

It clawed at his insides, made him ache when he breathed. His steps moved without command, as if yanked forward by invisible strings. Not toward food. Not toward peace. But toward souls.

Human souls.

Gwi-Ma's hunger.

That was all he was in the beginning—a body walking on someone else's will.

Then came Jinu.

Slick smile. Snake-smooth words. He found Baby wandering and said, "You're perfect."

‎"Humans like beautiful things," Jinu had said, snapping his fingers. In an instant, his sickly grey skin turned porcelain pale, his tangled green hair shifted into a flawless teal sheen. The veiny black markings—his brand of servitude to HIM—faded like ink sinking into water, as if they had never existed at all. Dormant memories bloomed. It was hazy like wanting to see the bottom of a murky water but it was just clear enough to fulfill Jinu's goal and Gwi-Ma's desire.

"Let’s give the humans a new obsession."

And so the Saja Boys were born.

Grim reapers to deliver souls to the afterlife, or in this case Gwi-Ma's bottomless stomach.

Baby was assigned the role of “the Baby”—the cute, charming idol. Main rapper. Pretty face. The one fans would never suspect. A walking fantasy.

It was humiliating.

But it worked.

And then came another plan.

In order to increase their fame naturally, they needed something to latch onto not just magic. Someone to work in the backstage for them, someone who can easily go anywhere for them, someone who can easily take hold of the Hunters for them. That perfect candidate had already existed— GY Entertainment, the Hunter's agency but specifically The Vice President. Y/n.
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‎She wasn't just any girl—she was the key to their entire campaign. Popular amongst the people in the industry, beloved by the hunters, and still emotionally shattered from missing a boyfriend no one could find. ‎A Boyfriend that once struck a deal with Gwi-Ma, though Gwi-Ma wouldn't admit he had manipulated him to do so... It was easy, too easy.

And now, no matter how much she tries to cover it, there remains a hole in her heart shaped perfectly for manipulation.
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‎And Baby has everything to fill it.

‎Memories flooded in him like a dam breaking. Memories of everything about her—her likes, dislikes and every memory she had with someone, of her ex.

Of what he is...
Of what he is supposed to be.
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‎Another mask of what he needs to become. Another role he must fulfil
‎

And like clockwork, she fell. It was too easy...

He thought she was Stupid.

How could someone smart enough to run an empire still fall in such an obvious lie?

Still believing that the boy she lost could ever return?

Still yearn for someone long gone?

He was the one by her side but why does she looks at him like he's not the one with her?

Why was she so trusting of him?

Why was she so trusting of someone that looks like the guy who hurt her?

Can't she tell HE can hurt her as well?

She was stupid.

For falling easily under Gwi-Ma's spell. For walking mindlessly around the room waiting for him. For smiling at him with those dilated pupils. For saying she love him, when you're clearly so out of it.

She was stong, he knows it. But that stupid memory she has of the guy that left her makes her stupid.

She was stupid.

And he was stupid for caring.

Their plan was nearly complete. The amount of souls harvested peaked as they rose in fame. The Hunters broke apart taking the honmoon with them making it easy for Gwi-Ma to rise.

Then she broke free.

And for some reason every demon that sees her shuddered in her presence, something that links to Gwi-Ma.

Something that amuses Baby more than he could've imagined.

Something that he liked on her, more than he could ever admit.

Stupid.

And somehow—through sheer force of will, or perhaps something deeper—they defeated him. Sealed him away.

He closed his eyes thinking he would come back surrounded by the darkness, the awful smell, the heat.

Until he woke up in her bedroom her feet in his face and a loud thud of something falling.

You had fall in your face.

Stupid.

But you got up like nothing happened continued your way into the bathroom.

Morning sunlight bled gently across the walls, illuminating the posters plastered on the walls—his face. Magazine clippings. Screengrabs. Polaroids. Moments stolen from their first performance, up to their current interviews, and blurry fan meets.

He'd seen them before. Thought they were stupid.

But now…

He doesn't really know.

He wants to think this is your way of trying to hold on.

To a ghost. To a hope. To him.

Because somewhere along the way, he hoped had stopped being a mask to you.

Somewhere along the way, she’d stopped seeing him by her ex’s image.

Somewhere along the way—he started wanting her to love him.

Not the boy he pretended to be.

Not the illusion.

Just Baby.

But that would be too good to be true and he was terrified.

Terrified that no matter how close they got… she still looked through him.

That he'd always be a shadow. A reminder. A placeholder.

That no matter how hard he tried to be real, he'd only ever be a mirror for someone she already lost.

He sat quietly on the edge of her bed, staring at the posters.

His name written in pink glitter pen.

A smiling version of himself he barely recognized.

And for the first time since he had woken up in that damned realm, he felt something deeper than hunger.

Hope.

And fear.

Because what if she never looked at him the way he looked at her?

What if—after everything—he was still just another demon playing pretend?

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Hatdog.

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I’m not asking you to love me. I’m just trying not to fall in love with you.

Trying not to fall in love with you…

Fall in love with you…

…Love.

The words echoed in your skull like a bell that wouldn't stop ringing. Even now—sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by empty snack wrappers and  laughter—you could barely hear what the others were saying.

Your vision blurred slightly, focused only on the bottle in the center of the group, still spinning from the last dare.

"You okay, Y/n?" Rumi nudged your side, voice low but kind.

You blinked. "Huh? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

She gave you a side glance that said Liar but didn't press.

You were seated in a circle Rumi to your right and Baby in your left. Spicy chips and crackers were in front of you along with shot glasses and 2 liters of this spicy soda-milk-soju- wahatever combination Mira had invented.

Abby and Romance, the cats, lounged lazily around Mira. Zoey had already tucked Mystery into bed in her room, and Jinu was somewhere nearby—though unseen. Every so often, he’d say something that made Rumi laugh out loud, startling the rest of you (except Baby). Sometimes, she even replied to his questions, but since the three of you couldn’t see him, it was hard not to feel a little uneasy.

Baby sat slouched with a can in his hand, his smile easy, lazy, the kind that looked too well-practiced.

Like he hadn't just emotionally undressed in front of you earlier and left without waiting for a reply.

Can you even reply?

"Alright!" Zoey clapped. "Time for another round of Truth or Dare: Buzzed Edition! Loser of Baskin Robbins 31 drinks again!"

You internally groaned, you clearly are at a disadvantage since you're with three hunters and a demon and all of them had high alcohol tolerance.

What happened earlier didn't helped either.

Mira smirked. "You up for it, baby boy?" she tossed a chip at Baby.

He caught it in his mouth with a wink. "Don't underestimate me."

Your eyes flicked to him. That same smug grin was back. Like nothing ever happened.

And somehow, that hurt more.

The game began again. Numbers were thrown around the circle.

"1, 2, 3," Rumi.

"4," Zoey.

"5, 6," Mira.

"7, 8, 9," You mumbled.

"10, 11," Baby.

The turns flew by. But your mind wasn’t in the game.

"I'm just trying not to fall in love with you "

Why did he say it like that?

Why did he look so… sad?

"28, 29," Mira drawled, passing it to Baby.

He locked eyes with you, just for a second, and casually said—

"30."

Your heart dropped.

Everyone whipped their heads toward you.

Zoey gasped. "Oh nooo, Y/n! You have to say 31!"

You blinked. "…Huh?"

"You’re 31!" Mira declared. "Drink up!"

Someone passed you the spicy soda-milk combination. You took a reluctant sip, grimacing.

"Okay, okay," Rumi said, grinning. "Now… truth or dare?"

You looked across at Baby.

He wasn't looking at you now. Just sipping from his drink, eyes on the ceiling.

"…Truth."

Zoey leaned in excitedly. "If you could erase one memory… what would it be?"

The girls ooooh'd. Even Mira's cats looked curious.

You thought for a second.

Then, without meaning to, your eyes flicked to Baby.

He looked at you too quickly—like he'd been waiting.

What's up with this question?

You wanted to argue. But why were you being defensive what's with the question that made you uncomfortable? There's a lot of memories you remembered. Most are as precious as the other.

But not as much as him...

‎
‎".....I ain’t shy yo!—came to vibe, not just say hi!” he had rapped with a grin, hands moving like he was half-performing, half-joking. The class had burst into laughter—genuine, surprised laughter. Even the teacher cracked a smile.
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‎And now there he was. Sitting alone by the window, poking at a barely touched lunch tray, looking like he was trying to blend in with the peeling wall paint.
‎
‎You walked over before you could talk yourself out of it.
‎
‎He looked up when you stopped in front of him, one brow raised like he was expecting judgment. You just smiled.
‎
‎"You know," you said, arms crossed casually, "that rap was either genius or totally chaotic."
‎
‎His mouth twitched into a smirk. "Leaning more toward chaotic, huh?"
‎
‎"A little. But in the best way." You held out your hand. "I'm Y/n."
‎
‎He blinked, then took your hand, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I'm ---"
‎
‎You laughed. "Yeah, I got that part."
‎
‎He rolled his eyes, but the grin betrayed him. "Was it really that bad?"
‎
‎"Honestly? No. It was fun. People were actually awake for once. You had guts!" You enthusiastically grinned
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‎He shrugged, suddenly bashful. "Felt like if I was gonna embarrass myself, might as well go all in."
‎
‎"Well," you said, glancing at the empty seat beside him, "since you went all in, the least I can do is sit with the star of the show."
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‎"Star might be pushing it," he said, gesturing to the seat.
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‎You sat down, smiling to yourself. "We'll see. You've got potential, babe."

.
.

‎"Maybe we should write more stuff together. Like, outside of school too."
‎
‎You glanced up at him, heart doing a weird little flip. "Yeah. I'd like that."
‎
‎He grinned, tapping his pencil twice like a beat drop.
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‎"Next hit: --- and Y/n. We’re gonna take over the school."
‎
‎"Or the world," you said, bumping his shoulder.

.

‎"I like you."
‎
‎He scratched the back of his neck, the soft swing of the ferris wheel made him think this was a bad spot to confess, he is about to throw up. Still he tried to power through the nerves.
‎
‎"I mean—not just as my music partner or whatever. Like, actually. You're the first person I've ever really wanted to be around this much. You laugh at my dumb raps, you make the songs better, and… I don't know, you make me better.'
‎
‎He paused. His eyes finally met yours—uncertain, but honest.
‎
‎"So yeah. I like you. A lot."

.

"You should sing more often"

You looked away, cheeks burning. "You know I don't sing a lot."
‎
‎He smiled, eyes warm. "That's okay. You don't have to sing for everyone."
‎
‎Then softer, more certain "Just know… it's okay to sing around me. Nothing's gonna happen."

.

"and I know how much of a SLUT YOU ARE THAT YOU WANT OTHER PEOPLE TO FILL YOU UP BECAUSE YOUR BOYFRIEND IS NOT HO-" Without thinking your hand connected to his porcelain face in a loud smack.

"Don't come back if you haven't calmed down and say shit you don't even MEAN" You practically dragged him out of the door with strength you didn't know you have in you.

.
.

"Do you see me, or just the face of someone you already loved?"

Did you project too much of your ex on Baby?

Could you really love again without thinking of him?

Is it okay to erase all of his memories to make a new one?

But the question says only 'one memory' though.

I would've liked to erase all of my memories of him if it meant I can't move on without him

But instead you chuckled and said, "That one time where I stepped on my dress and fell flat on my face with a camera!" You recalled the memory enough to make you cringe, "ahhh thinking about it, I wished the ground would've just swallowed me while at that moment!"

Mira and Zoey laughed at that.

"I remember it was all up on social media!"

"Its even become a meme!"

"It did?!" You exclaimed but still laughed along.

Baby only blinked slowly.

Rumi's brow furrowed but still joined the laugh after.

"Next round!" You said too quickly, picking up the bottle and spinning it hard.

Everyone cheered as the tension broke, but Baby still hadn't said anything.

That smile was still on his face.

But this time, it didn't reach his eyes.

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This story should've ended in Chapter 3, that's how most of the romance related stories I read went.

But now I'm binge reading spicy Romance stories because I haven't read a lot. Not a fan of romance but I see the appeal it has to people.

I want y'all to kiss already!!!

But I'm still unsure what's Your position in this!

[You're ■■ is...

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The clock ticked past 2:17 a.m., and the living room was a war zone of empty shot glasses, snack wrappers, half-played card games, and karaoke mics. The air was warm with leftover laughter and the occasional hiccup. On the floor, the group lounged like fallen royalty.

Zoey laid curled on the bean bag chair, singing the wrong lyrics to a ballad. Rumi sat cross-legged with a wine cooler in hand, still too composed for someone more than ten drinks in. Mira was draped over the back of the couch, her cheeks flushed, grinning like she just won a bet, she lost in most of your drinking game and had more than twenty shots already.

And you?

You were currently slumped sideways, half-conscious, cheek pressed against Baby's thigh as your eyelids fluttered in drunken surrender. You were doing well for most of the games but it didn't helped that you were the only one considered 'normal' in the circle, while their shots was already in two digits, you're now currently dying at one.

Baby had caught you earlier just as you were about to face-plant into the floor during your sixth round of "Titanic Love Shot". He reacted without thinking, steadying you by the waist, easing you down gently onto the couch. You mumbled something about sea turtles and loyalty before passing out entirely.

Now, you were fast asleep, breathing softly, curled in the crook of his legs.

And Baby just… stared.

His fingers hovered above your hair like he wanted to brush it back but didn't dare.

He didn't speak. Didn't blink.

Just looked at you like you were something delicate. Like if he touched you wrong, you'd vanish.

"Okay," Rumi said slowly, eyes narrowing in amused suspicion. "Are we gonna talk about this?"

"Hm?" Baby blinked, snapping out of his trance.

Rumi nodded at Y/n's sleeping form on his lap. "You. Her. That look. What's your deal? Don't think we've forgotten about you."

Baby opened his mouth—then closed it.

"That's not a look you would give at someone " Jinu teased, hovering near Rumi.

Shut up, jerk face. Baby wanted to say instead just glared at the guy.

Zoey perked up from the bean bag, mic in hand "Ohhh! Wait—are they dating?"

"No way! They literally just met," Rumi argued swirling the half empty glass in her hand and chugging it down in one gulp.

Mira snorted. "No way. If they were dating, they'd be even louder."

"LOUDER?" Zoey squeaked.

Baby blinked. "Louder how?"

Mira leaned over dramatically. 'Y'know. Like. Loud loud."

Zoey's face turned beet red. "Mira—don't—"

"Liiike,"Mira said, voice slurred but sly, "Y/n and her ex? I swear I almost called the cops once. I thought someone was being murdered."

"MIRA." Rumi and Zoey both yelled in unison.

"What?"Mira hiccuped, unapologetic. "I'm just saying. They used to go at it everywhere. Bathroom, studio, car—hell, I had to rewash my jacket twice because—"

"OH MY GOD, STOP." Zoey screamed into a pillow.

"That was ONE time!" Mira waved her arms dramatically. "They were insatiable! Like bunnies with a Spotify playlist!"

Baby sat very, very still.

His hands froze on his lap. His jaw tightened slightly, but his face… stayed calm. Too calm.

"Anyway," Mira mumbled, curling up with a cushion, "just saying… if she starts calling you the wrong name in bed, don’t take it personally."

Baby inhaled sharply.

Zoey tossed a cushion at Mira's head, catching her square in the face. "Mira, shut up! You're scaring him!"

"I'm not scared," Baby muttered.

Rumi raised an eyebrow. "You're gripping your knee so tight your knuckles are white."

He let go, slowly. "I just didn't know they were—" he paused. "—close like that."

"Yeah. Too close," Rumi muttered under her breath, sipping her drink.

There was a silence. Not awkward. Just... charged.

Zoey peeked over her pillow. "So... are you jealous?"

Baby scoffed. "Of a ghost?"

Rumi gave him a side-eye. "Ghosts leave memories. Sometimes that's harder to compete with."

He didn't answer.

Instead, he looked down again at the girl curled against him. Her breath rising slow, even. Her fingers twitching slightly, like she was dreaming.

She stirred.

"…mmh?"

"You're okay," Baby whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your cheek before he could stop himself. "Just sleep."

"Okay," you mumbled, barely conscious. "…you’re warm…"

Baby almost flinched.

Zoey smiled at the interaction. Rumi watched closely, brows knit in thought. Mira had passed out halfway across the coffee table.

"I’m not jealous," Baby said finally, voice low. "I just… don't like being the replacement."

No one answered right away.

Then Rumi leaned forward, speaking softly. "You think you're a replacement because you were built to be one. But if you would be honest with your feelings she would understand, she always does."

Baby scoffed. "Really?"

"Just show her that you care," Rumi said firmly. "And you wouldn't leave her just like the other person did,"

Zoey took out her daggers and slowly stabbed it through her bean bag chair. "I will poke holes all over your body if you make her cry again you get me," she stared hauntingly at baby.

"You're ruining the chair, Zoey" Rumi sweat dropped making Zoey giggle, "Oops.. sorry Rumi"

Baby smiled faintly.

The moment lingered—quiet, late-night fragile.

"I don't even know who I am without the mask," Baby muttered. "What if she's only in love with the parts of me that were never mine to begin with?"

Rumi stood, stretched, and patted his shoulder as she passed. "Then give her a chance to love the parts that are."

She walked off toward the kitchen. Zoey followed, swaying and yawning, dragging Mira by the wrist like a soggy mop.

And Baby was left alone in the living room with you asleep in his lap.

He leaned back, resting his head against the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"...You're warm too," he muttered under his breath.

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This was supposed to be in the chapter before and should've been longer, I didn't learn about Korean drinking games only for it to happen off screen😭😭😭

Maybe there will come a time where I rewrite this ff and add more scenes and interactions between them...

I'm currently writing the next chapter, expect it in about an hour or so :D

As always thank you for the support, your comments are what fuels me to continue this

Love you lovely Constellations,

Love loves to love love
Funny quote I love it.

[You're ■■ is ...

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"I feel so bad for the people who was not able to attend the quote-on-quote Saja boys concert, they dropped new singles and by far was the best concert I've ever been on! The special effects! the CGI! They really went all out! And guess what the concert was open for all—

[comment: cries in outside of Korea😭😭😭
>Same
>Sybau🥀
-view 231 more-]"

"If you've been in the Saja boys live concert you will notice these details —"

"They really know what they're doing with all those special effects especially with Baby, you know how those cgi holographic flames hype up during Baby's part, it's clear who's the favorite —

[comment: Baby was dating the agency president
>I think you meant the VP
>Nahh it was the pres they had to offer their bodies that's why they're so famous lmaoo
>That's only a rumor
>It's actually the vice president there was a picture of them together posted on—
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"I'm shock to all the comments saying where's the Saja boys and why did they stopped releasing new songs. Unfortunately they were not a real k-pop group they were a promotional tool created by Huntrix's agency to promote their new single 'What it sounds like'—

[comment: average GY Entertainment behavior
>fr
>While their other idols are starving lmaoo
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[comment: the Huntrix breakup was literally a publicity stunt😭
> FR so embarrassing for them ngl
>Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior Mira"

"Saja boys literally came out of nowhere dropped a single and they're all over the top charts! That's because Huntrix had been backing them all along—"

"Saja boys are real demons and was the reason for the missing person cases, stay tuned till the end for the expla—"

"Huntrix has shocked the world by their most creative publicity stunt. Huntrix who has been the consecutive winner of the Idol awards ever since they debuted was suddenly lost to a new boyband, but it turns out it was a marketing strategy led by GY's youngest vice president—"

You groaned, your mind was rushing from here to there trying to cover up and manage the mess Gwi-Ma had put you all through.

But the worst part is that your brain is far from thinking about work, instead, Baby's voice rang through your head, his frowned face staring back at you the moment you close your eyes. You don't like him frowning, he looks old when he does, you frown enough for the both of you.

But you couldn't help it, the morning after the sleepover, you didn't meet his eyes. It was stupid and you know it.

You said it was a hangover, too much soju, not enough sleep. And that was fair. Everyone was groggy, Mira had puke in her hair, and Zoey cried when she found Abby sleeping in her shoes. You all laughed it off.

Except Baby didn't laugh. He just watched as you awkwardly took your stuff and put it to the car. The drive back home was even more agitating the soft buzz of the engine was the only thing that could be heard.

You didn't say anything. Neither did he.

What would you even say?

'hey I actually like you because you look like my ex, I hope you understand'

Yeah, no shit.

Even he knows that already. You're the one being clueless.

And so, you decided to do what you do best—overworking. Diving deep into paperwork and presentation in hopes that all of the problems in the world can be solved. It never did, you still had those problems, at least for now, you have to worry about stocks and not about the relationship you had with the guy living with you.

This morning you took your phone call in the hallway, voice low and fast. Work stuff. Pressing matters. A last-minute crisis. Then, without so much as a glance his way, you grabbed your blazer and left.

No goodbye. No "see you later." Just the echo of your footsteps.

That was Monday.

Tuesday, you didn't come home until 10 p.m. The takeout bag in your hand was barely touched. You claimed you ate already, showered, and passed out on your bed before he could say anything more than, "Welcome back."

Wednesday, was actually eventful.
Rumi had managed to record Jinu's voice for the song both of them had written.

'Free'

Was the name, they sent you a copy of the record not long after and it didn't take long for music and sound production to work on it.

It was heartwarming. And you could just hear the emotions Rumi poured into the song, it blend perfectly well with Jinu—they work perfectly well, if only they had more time with each other.

Well, they did but, you know what I mean.

This Thursday, he made dinner. Like he always does, but this time it was your favorite.

You didn't even touch it.

"I'm full..." you mumbled, brushing past him with a folder tucked under your arm.

"From what?" he asked, voice too careful. "You skipped breakfast."

You didn't respond and went to an office next to your room and closed the door.

By Friday, the apartment felt hollow.

The fridge sat nearly empty, save for half a lemon, a bottle of expired milk, and a tub of gochujang so old it had started to fossilize and Baby… Baby just waited.

He waited by the window with headphones on, or watching the series you said you liked, or on the couch pretending to be asleep, or on the floor near the shoe rack in case you tripped and finally talked to him.

You never did.

He tried not to bother you and yet every day, the dishes were washed. The bed made. The laundry folded. The blanket you forgot on the couch was always draped gently over your shoulders by morning. His warmth beside you every time you manage to wake up every evening— close, but far enough to not let your bodies touch.

It's killing you but you still forced yourself not to talk. You still can't face him with an answer you could be satisfied.

'Do you see me, or just the face of someone you already loved?'

'Im just trying not to fall in love with you '

Maybe avoiding him would help.

But do you really want that?

Your time stopped the moment you let him out of your house. You drowned yourself with work and hope he will show up one day, apologizing.

Three years later, he never did. Never even showed his face once or even his dead body for fucks sake.

And now your tangled up with this demon, that you let willingly live in your house. You should really kick him out, you should. He used you, manipulated you, tricked you, even used your memories to lower your guard around him.

But everytime you do, you'd be reminded of him. Of the loneliness you felt when you slammed the door at him. And it didn't helped that Baby is the exact copy of him, looks like him, acts like him, talks like him, even cooks like him. Is it him? Or is it just a cruel joke created by Gwi-Ma to further torture you into madness.

By Saturday, you had run out of excuses.

No press conference. No scandal. No manager emergencies. No reporters begging for clarification about Saja Boys. No new music dropped.

Just silence. Just a long, empty day stretching out like a punishment.

You emerged from your room at 1 p.m., bleary-eyed, wearing your old hoodie and the same guilt that had been weighing down your shoulders all week.

The smell of instant coffee lingered in the air. Not freshly brewed — the stale kind that hinted someone had been waiting for a long time.

Baby sat on the counter, hoodie sleeves rolled up, legs swinging slightly. He was eating the last of the cereal — dry, because there was no milk.

You stopped mid-step.

"…Hey," you mumbled.

He looked up slowly. His expression unreadable.

"Morning," he said, crunching on a mouthful of stale cornflakes.

You rubbed your face. "Sorry. I—"

"Don’t." He hopped down from the counter. "You don’t have to say anything."

There was a long beat of silence.

"I'm gonna go out"

"Why?" You asked a little too quickly, he noticed your breathing quickened making him arch his eyebrows at you.

He opened the fridge, stared at it like it might magically refill.

"Fridge is empty," he muttered. "So is the pantry. Unless you plan to survive on ancient cat treats and expired ramen blocks, we should probably go get groceries."

You hesitated.

"I can go alone," he added quickly, too quickly. "If you're busy. Or tired. Or avoiding me."

You flinched. Just slightly. "I'm not—"

"—avoiding me?" he finished. "Then come with me."

You looked at him.

Really looked at him.

His eyes were calm, but his jaw was tight. His voice was even, but his hands kept flexing like he didn't know what to do with them. Like he was preparing for rejection. Bracing for it.

You sighed. "Fine. Grocery run."

He grabbed the keys, said nothing more, and you followed him out the door like someone headed to their own funeral.

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The aisles were fluorescent-bright and too cold. You clutched the basket while Baby tossed items in like he was on autopilot. Kimchi. Eggs. Tofu. Ramen. Soy sauce. Coffee.

He didn't speak.

Neither did you.

The tension between you hung heavier than the background music.

You were in the produce section, staring at some bok choy, when he finally broke the silence.

"Do you hate me now?"

You froze.

"What?"

Baby looked at the bok choy like it insulted him. "You've been avoiding me. I figured you either hate me or you realized how messed up this all is."

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Then tried again. "I don't hate you."

"Then what is it?" His voice was calm, but it was too calm. Like someone trying not to break in public. "Because you won't even look at me."

You gripped the basket tighter.

He turned to face you, expression serious now.

"Y/n. Just say it. If you can't look at me without seeing him, say it."

Your heart dropped.

"I—" you started, then stopped.

His eyes softened. "It's okay."

"No. It's not okay," you whispered. "Because you're right."

He didn't move.

"I see him when I look at you. I hear him when you laugh. When you're quiet, when you're annoyed, when you cook the same exact way he did. You have his memories. His habits. And I don't know where he ends and where you begin anymore."

Your voice cracked. "And that scares me."

Baby swallowed hard. "I didn't choose this."

"I know."

"But I didn't lie either. I didn’t ask to feel this."

You finally looked at him. Really looked at him.

He was hurting.

But so were you.

"I don't know how to let go of him," you admitted. "And I don't know how to see you without feeling guilty."

"You don't have to choose right now," he said gently. "I just need to know… if you're ever going to see me."

He stepped closer, his voice low. "Not him. Me. The one who stayed. The one who wakes up when you do. Who cooks for you. Who memorizes your coffee order. Who'll listen when you rant about the stocks or something."

You managed to crack a small smile but it faltered, "I don’t know if I can,"you whispered.

Baby smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Then tell me," he said. "So I can stop waiting."

You looked at him, the boy with someone else's memories, someone else's face—but who carried himself differently. Softer. More guarded. Someone who was learning what it meant to be real.

And you wanted to reach for him. But you also wanted to run.

Because you didn’t know how to love someone new inside a haunted body.

Instead, you whispered, "Okay."

And for now, that was all you could give.

He nodded.

"Let’s finish shopping," he said, voice gentle but heavy. "We've still got nothing in the fridge."

And just like that, he turned down the aisle, his back straight even as his shadow curled inward.

"Wait isn't that Baby Saja?!?"

"What where???"

"Who's that—wait that's Y/n!!!"

"Who???"

"You know L/n Y/n the crown princess of GY"

"Wait THAT L/n Y/n??? What she's doing with Baby?!"

"The rumors must be true they really are dating!!!"

"Oh my goodness this is news!!! I'm gonna send this to the group chat ohmygawd"

"Hurryyy, they're walking away!!!"

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Another rushed chapter damn.

I'll do better next time. Hopefully:v

Anyways see you whenever, pretty constellations ✨

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The rest of Saturday passed like a fragile truce. Neither of you spoke much after the grocery store. Back at the condo, you unpacked silently, the sound of plastic bags rustling louder than any words. Baby didn't try to press you further, and you didn't explain more. But something had shifted—a truth had been spoken, and that made the silence feel less suffocating, less like avoidance and more like processing.

Baby cooked dinner and this time you helped.

You tried to convince yourself it's not because you wanted to talk, but because your hands needed something to do. You chopped scallions while he boiled noodles. It wasn't dramatic or romantic. Just normal. Familiar. Like muscle memory from a life that never belonged to the both of you, yet somehow did.

The table was set with instant jjajangmyeon and pan-fried dumplings.

And you both ate in quiet.

Unlike your brain who's constantly bugging you to talk to him and end this long silence.

So after washing the dishes and doing your nighttime routine, you walked outside your balcony where Baby had leaned in the railings, hoodie up.

"Hey," You managed to let out after hours of not talking.

"Hey,"

You stood beside him, both of you leaning on the railing. "Nice view, huh"

The house stood quietly atop a hillside, tucked within a peaceful neighborhood far from the clamor of tall buildings and city noise. From here, the skyline shimmered jewels, skyscrapers glowing softly in the distance, their lights blending seamlessly with the stars above. Overhead, the moon hung full, casting silver over the rooftops.

The night was serene, still, and perfect.

Unlike your mind which was moving a million times an hour.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is"

A pause.

You looked out at the skyline. "I kept thinking about what you said."

He nodded but didn't reply.

"It's not fair," you murmured. "To you."

He turned to glance at you, one eyebrow raised.

"I used you. Even if I didn't mean to. I used your face, your voice, your memories, to keep someone alive who's already gone."

Baby leaned back. "I let you."

You looked at him.

"I told myself it was just part of the plan. Gwi-Ma wanted you close. Jinu wanted your influence. But somewhere along the way, I stopped pretending." He chuckled bitterly. "I still don't know where he ends and I begin. But I know when I see you laugh, it's not because he did. It's because I made you."

You looked down at your hands. "How are you not mad?"

"I am." He turned to face you fully. "I'm mad. Confused. Hurt. But mostly, I'm scared that the only reason you let me stay is because of him."

Your throat tightened.

"Y/n," he said softly. "I'm not asking you to love me. Not now. Maybe not for a long time. I know we're not… in a place where that would even be fair to either of us."

You stood quietly, letting the words settle like dust in the quiet between you.

"But," he continued, voice steadier now, "I'd still like to stay beside you. Not as the guy who tried to manipulate you. Just… as someone who cares. As your friend."

The wind tugged softly at the loose hem of your sleeves. A cold breeze slipped past, but it wasn't the kind that bit into your skin. Like a breath you didn't know you were holding finally let go.

You chuckled under your breath, shaking your head. "You? Wanting to be friends? Didn't think demons had that in their vocabulary."

Baby scoffed with mock offense. "Rude. I'll have you know I'm excellent at friendship. I make stellar playlists, I cook, clean, and I never eat the last piece of food unless it’s yours."

You let out a chuckle, "You'd be an excellent housewife"

"Sexist. Are you saying Husbands can't  cook and clean too?"

"You've been calling me a lot of names recently " You were slightly offended but when you looked at him your anger dissipated.

He looked calm. Something about the way he stood there, not pushing, not demanding, just there—released the knot in your chest just a little.

" I'm surprised you still remember, you've been avoiding me," he added, more teasing this time.

You looked away, the smile still lingering on your lips. "...Maybe."

"Why?"

You shrugged. "I was afraid. That what if I would say something that would make you leave me. Or worse... You'd hate me."

Baby didn't flinch."So you decided to avoid me first?" He just stood beside you like an anchor, unshaken.

"I'm sorry," you added after a beat, softer now, "It's stupid, I know...maybe I was wrong. Maybe love isn't always about forgetting the past. Maybe it's just… choosing someone who doesn't make it feel like a curse."

He blinked, surprised, but the smile that bloomed on his face was the kind that reached his eyes. It was a rare thing to see him so pure and unguarded.

"Are you saying you might fall for me one day?" he asked, mock-hopeful.

You snorted. "I'm saying… we could start with friendship. The kind that includes questionable playlists and stolen hoodies. And maybe—just maybe—I'll stop dodging you in my own home."

"Progress," he grinned, holding out his pinky. "Deal?"

You rolled your eyes but linked your finger with his. "Deal."

For the first time this week, the silence between you didn't feel heavy. It felt peaceful and warm against the cold night breeze.

You looked up at him, his hoodie slightly crooked, hair a little too messy, eyes a little too soft.

"...You're still annoying," you mumbled, half a laugh escaping.

"And you're still dramatic," he replied, poking your forehead. Without thinking you stepped towards him and wrapped your arms in an embrace, Baby was taken aback but soon softly wrapped his arms around you caressing your back.

Neither of you pulled away.

And for now, that was enough.

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It was Sunday Morning and both of you spent the day cleaning . There's not a lot of dirt to begin with considering he had cleaned the entire week, still it's much better than to sit around and do nothing.

You dusted the bookshelves. Vacuumed the rug. Wiped down the kitchen. And Baby helped, cracking jokes here and there. The heavy atmosphere you two once had all week now gone, and you felt more stupid avoiding him in the first place.

Now with nothing left to do both of you sat in the living room. You sprawled on the couch while he sat on the floor near you so you could easily access the popcorn.

|SINGING KILLED MY GRANDMA!!!|

"Pfft—Wait. That's not supposed to be funny, why'd they deliver it like that" He laughed his ass out spilling pop corns all over. Then he looked at you,
"Is that why you refused to sing back then?" He asked recalling the events during your sleep over with the hunters and you refused to join the karaoke.

You slapped his head earning a small 'ow' from him but he grabbed your hands letting it rest on his hair.

"Sorry. Is the topic too sensitive?" he looked up at you and you were not sure if he's utilizing his cute looks to earn your forgiveness or he's just effortlessly cute. His dark blue eyes would shift to golden just like how his patterns shift in the light.

You intertwine your fingers into his hair smoothing it.

"No. It's not that deep—well more like,  I like to think that it isn't..." He just looked at you silently. Patiently waiting for your next words, and that surprisingly calmed you down.

"My parents were great singers and I used to sing a lot when I was a kid," you smiled at the memory but was quickly turned into a frown. "Well... That was after the accident. They both died. And when I lived with my aunt. She told me it was dangerous. That every time I sang, bad things happened. I always believed her, until I met him—well, you can imagine what happened next.

"Nah, he's just a jerk for leaving you. It has nothing to do with your voice." He shook his head as he stared at you more. "If it helps you can sing to me, I assure you, Nothing's gonna happen"

You scoffed, "He said the same thing"

"Well, Fuck him! Why were we so similar, I assure you we might be alike but I wouldn't do whatever he did to you" He continued on rambling as he stared back onto the tv screen, popcorns flying all over the floor as he rant.

You chuckled at his reaction making him stop and look at you, you smirked.

"I already did, everyday even"

Shock was an understatement to describe his reaction. He got up and threw a popcorn at your face, "You foul woman, can't you read the room?!?"

You laughed once more, "Hey, I was the one who brought down the room's atmosphere, I should be the one to bring it back"

"Not like that" he huffed as he stomped out of the room to get the vacuum leaving you to laugh at him more.

The movie was almost at the end Poppy, Branch and the Gnomes all danced in a happy ending. You checked the time—Four, Twenty-one pm.

And just then did you noticed a message sent by the group chat and most horrifyingly—Your aunt.

[Aunt Amelia]
Y/n. Are you home? I’m visiting. ETA: 30 mins.

You checked at the time it was sent, 4:04, you slightly panicked and sat up. There's toughly ten minutes left to clean the house.

Before you got up you checked the message the girls gave to you. It was a link that sent you straight to Twitter.

A blurry photo of you and Baby, standing too close in the convenience store, your shoulders brushing, his eyes looking at you as he held the basket of groceries in his hand.

The tweet had gone viral.

‎|OMGGG are they dating??? 😭😭😭 THE YG VICE PREZ AND MAIN RAPPER FROM SAJA BOYS
‎#PowerCouple #CaughtAtCU #Y/nYouHaveTaste #YnnBaby #ConvenienceStoreLove|

You choked on your left over popcorn just as Baby arrived back in the living room with the vacuum.

‎"We're gonna die."

"Now, you're being dramatic. Is it because you're hungry? I'll cook dinner—"

You shoved your phone straight to his face the sudden brightness attacking his eyes.

He took your phone out of your hands and read the tweet.

‎"I don't even know what angle this is from," you said, horrified. "Is this from the CCTV? Who posted this?!"
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‎He gave a small laugh and scrolled through the comments. "Y/n's eating good I see'—what does that mean?, it's from one of your stans. Should I be flattered or arrested?"

"I have fans?— wait, that's not the point!" You shook your and glanced at the window you could faintly see your aunt in her light blue Lambo three kilometers away from your house, 2NE1 songs blasting in her radio.

You threw open the hallway closet.

"You're hiding in there until I say otherwise," you ordered.

Baby stared into the small, dimly lit space. "...You realize this is barely enough room for my ego."

"Shrink it."

You handed him a bag of chips, your phone to entertain himself , and then—just before closing the door—you paused.

"I'm sorry."

He gave you a lazy shrug. "I've been shoved into worse places."

You narrowed your eyes in judgement

“NOT like that," he muttered.

With one last amused huff, you closed the closet just as you heard someone knock at the door.

You opened the door, anxiety already strangling your chest.

There stood Aunt Amelia: neat blouse, ironed slacks, neutral lipstick, and her usual expression of quiet dread masked as calm composure.

"Hi Aunty," you greeted, trying not to look suspicious.

She scanned your face like a doctor checking for symptoms. "You look pale."

"That's racist."

She angled her eyebrows, confused at your comment.

"I mean— the movie scared off my existing melanin, yeah" you chuckled awkwardly as you welcomed her into the house.

Her gaze flicked to the corner of the room. Then to the coat rack. Then to the messy living room, popcorns cluttered all over and an abandoned vacuum in the middle.

"I never see you as the messy eater," she said.

You smiled. "Oh. Yeah. Just a very intense movie. You know. It gets messy"

She raised one eyebrow but said nothing, stepping into the apartment like a detective about to dust for prints.

"I saw a tweet," she finally said, setting down a small bag of tteokbokki.

Your stomach dropped. "Aunty, it’s not what you think—"

"I hope not," she interrupted gently. "Because I don't want to see you heartbroken again."

You deflated, her words hitting deeper than expected.

Aunt Amelia placed a hand on your shoulder. "You gave so much to someone who vanished. I watched you disappear with him. I won’t watch it happen twice."

You blinked rapidly. "I'm not disappearing, Aunty." Her hands lingered as she looked at you worry and fear still evident in her eyes, but then she sighed looking at the art works and posters you put up.

"I just wished he made you pregnant so you won't be as lonely as you are"

You choked on your spit the same time Baby choked on his chips coughing.

She glanced back at you, "What was that?"

You faked a cough copying Baby's, "You shouldn't just say things like that, I'm fine by my own"

She nodded. "I'm sure."

Her eyes scanned the apartment again. "Where is he?"

You stiffened. "Who?"

"The boy in the photo. He was looking at you… like you were already his."

"I—" you paused. "He’s… not here."

"Not here, or hiding?"

You faltered.

Aunt Amelia sighed, pressing her lips into a thin line. "Y/n. Please. If there’s something happening… if you're in any kind of danger…"

Before she could finish the sentence, the hallway closet creaked loudly.

There was a beat of silence.

You swore a butterfly died in your stomach.

Then, Baby awkwardly stepped out holding the half-eaten chips.

Aunt Amelia blinked.

He blinked.

"Hi," he said.

"...You fed him?" she asked, eyes narrowing at the chips he's holding.

"It was survival," he offered with a small wave.

You covered your face with both hands.

Aunt Amelia stared for a long moment before sitting down at the kitchen table.

"...He has kind eyes," she said finally.

You both blinked. Is your aunt really gonna let this slide?

"But kind eyes aren't enough," she added.

There it is.

Baby stayed quiet, unusually solemn.

"I know," he said softly.

Amelia looked at him properly for the first time. "Do you?"

He met her gaze.

"I know I'm not what she lost. But I also know I don't want to be another thing that hurts her."

Something in her expression shifted—less suspicion, more sadness.

"She deserves peace," she murmured. "Not just love."

"I'm trying to give her both," he answered.

You stared at him.

Aunt Amelia stood, sighing. "I'll visit again next week. No surprises next time."

You nodded quickly. "Got it."

Before she left, she gave you a tight hug, then leaned close to your ear.

"If he breaks your heart, I'll break his kneecaps."

You laughed nervously. "We're not dating"

She pulled back. "For someone so smart you're so stupid."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're living with him. In your house, that only has one bedroom. I know you enough to know—"

"Okay— I think that's enough," you softly pushed her towards the door.

But before she fully went outside, she glanced once more at Baby, who stood silently behind you with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

"You're very calm for someone hiding in a closet ten minutes ago."

He gave a tired smile. "I'm very used to hiding."

She paused.

"Don't think I would let you live quietly if you ever hurt her, demon"

And with that, Aunt Amelia gave you one last peck on the cheek and walked out the door.

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You slumped against the wall.

"Well. That could've been worse."

Baby looked at you, still holding the empty chip bag.

"…So. Your aunt knows?"

You groaned. "She's a hunter before the Huntrix."

"Oh, that explains the dread I felt."

You look at him funny.

"What?"

"Nothing"

You took the tteokbokki your aunt had put in the living room table when accidentally stepped on the vacuum, making you stumble, grabbing the first thing your hands could grab—Baby's sweatpants.

It didn't help, your head stung and when you looked up, you saw Baby's bare bottom.

He quickly pulled it up and you sat up just as quickly.

"Why are you going commando, you perv!" You pointed at him.

"Hey! You're the one who pulled down my pants!" He argued back tying the strings tighter in his waist.

"There's literally dozens of boxers in the closet—"

"Are you really telling me to wear a dead man's undies?!" He shrieked, "He probably came in all of those considering you two do it every—"

"Whoa— ok, that's enough!" You throw both your hands to cover his face, your face beginning to heat up in embarrassment. "Okay, I'm sorry. That was stupid of me. We'll shop for boxers tomorrow"

He huffed taking both of your hands away from his face and intertwining it. "Tomorrow? Don't you have work?"

"I did most of my work for the month last week, Aunty can handle the rest"

He let out a satisfied 'hmm' as he kissed both of your hands softly, his eyes never leaving yours making you feel... things.

".... Stop that"

He chuckled, "You like it."

You playfully shoved him, bending down to take the tteokbokki that was luckily still safely sealed inside the container.

You looked back at him and he still has that disgusting smirk on his face.

Because it's true.

You like it.

And you pray to every gods in existence that you would have the restraint to control yourself around him.

Have some self respect, stupid.

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Stupid is now my favorite word along with caressed, chuckled, intertwine and Baby, I love you.

This might be my favorite chapter amongst everything here, is their development too rushed? Probably.

The events that happened last week can be fleshed out more imo, but ehh... It's alright ig.

I love y'all my beloved Constellations, see you soon!.

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The night air was cool and smelled faintly of lavender from your diffuser.

The room was dim, the lamp casting a warm golden glow across your bed. You had just finished brushing your teeth and were now staring at the mattress like it personally offended you.

Baby was already lounging on it, scrolling through something on your phone, completely unbothered.

You cleared your throat to get his attention.

He glanced up. "Don't tell me you're gonna offer me the couch again."

Ever since the whole fiasco happened earlier with Baby and your aunt. It just dawned in to you that sleeping in the same bedroom might be a bit weird, like everytime you close your eyes his bare ass would flash—undeniably smooth and plump.

What?

"My body is made to cater the likes of you" he once said. Meaning: His body is shaped to what fans find appealing.

Does that mean his di—whoa there, yep, he should sleep in the couch for both of your sanities.

You gave him a deadpan look. "It's weird."

"It's practical."

"There's one bed."

"I know."

"You don't see the issue?"

He dropped the phone on the bedside table and rolled over, propping himself up on his elbow. "Y/n, if I had ulterior motives, do you really think I'd be this relaxed after you yanked down my pants in broad daylight?"

Your face burned. You turned away. "That was an accident!"

He smirked, leaning into his pillow.
"You looked impressed."

"I was horrified!" you snapped, chucking a pillow at him. He caught it with one hand and cuddled it smugly.

You crawled into the other side of the bed, facing the wall, drawing the blanket up to your chin. "Just don't do anything weird."

"I don't even move in my sleep."

"You lie like it's a badge of honor."

He chuckled under his breath. "You really didn't stop looking."

" I WAS IN SHOCK!"

"Suuure."

You smacked the pillow over your face, muffling a groan. "God, I hate you."

"You're just flustered because my ass lives rent-free in your head now."

"Don't make me hit you with this lamp."

"Wouldn't be the first time you assaulted me."

"Sleep. We're gonna buy you boxers first thing in the morning"

"Okay, mom."

You bit back a smile. Damn him.

The silence between you stretched. You heard the rustle of sheets, the faint hum of the diffuser. He wasn't moving anymore. Just lying there, probably with that smug expression still etched into his face.

You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling.

He broke the quiet first.

"Hey."

You sighed. "What."

"Do you believe in reincarnation?"

You blinked. "What?"

"Like… do you think people who are meant to meet always find a way back to each other? Different lives. Different bodies."

You turned your head to him. His eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling too.

"Did you read that on Pinterest?"

"Twitter," he replied casually. "But seriously."

You thought about it. "I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if people are meant to meet—or if we just… try to find meaning in chaos."

He nodded slowly. "I think you and I met at the worst time."

You were quiet.

"But I also think that if I had met you sooner… I wouldn't have been ready."

Baby recalled the memories before he became Baby. How everything feels like nothing. There was no past, future or present for him. It was dreading. Slowly being swallowed by the void, memories already erased by Gwi-Ma, he would have become a full demon if Jinu hadn't picked him up.

"…Me neither." You replied back.

The blanket rustled as he turned on his side to face you. You glanced back at him. He looks so peaceful and—despite trying not to think about it— he looks exactly like him. Not this again.

You took a shaky breath.

"What's the possibility of you and.... My boy—ex boyfriend being the same person?"

He just stared silently at you.

You stared back.

Now you're getting awkward asking that question you opened your mouth to say something but he answered.

"I could just be anyone"

He slowly stretched out his hands towards you. Watching every move your face makes.

You feel his heat through his soft hands while you held it in your face—familiar yet not.

His hands were rougher considering he writes his rap nonstop, and was always firm with doubt like he thinks he doesn't deserve  to touch me. Baby's were soft like he haven't work a day in his life, and was firm and confident.

Baby is what he would be without his insecurities.

You're eyes are slowly drooping_—sleep slowly taking over. Baby just watched you silently.

The space between you two slowly shrinks until his lips touch your forehead.

"I could just be anyone" he softly repeated.

"Who knows maybe I'm your cousin"

Wtf.

You're drowsiness instantly disappeared as you shoved Baby back on his corner.

"You're so annoying!" You huffed facing the opposite of him. He was laughing uncontrollably as you pulled your blanket closer to you and close your eyes.

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The next morning you woke up before 6 am as usual.

The sunlight starts bleeding through the curtains with a soft golden hue. You blinked slowly, head pounding slightly from the chaos that was yesterday. Your eyes moved to the side where Baby lay next to you on the bed, one arm tossed over his forehead like a cartoon character in distress.

He wasn't asleep. Just staring at the ceiling like it had betrayed him.

" I'm still embarrassed about the whole sweatpants thing you know. You basically stripped me," he replied flatly, not even glancing at you.

You snorted, still snuggling in your fluffy pillows. "Right. You were the one going commando."

"It could've been more sexy "

"Why is that the first thing you thought of in the early morning?!" You groaned, drowsily slapping his head.

He chuckled as took your hands in his.

You looked back at him and he stared at you with mischievous eyes.

"Help me with my morning wood."

"EXCUSE ME?!" You sat up, aggressively wiping your hand and hitting him with your pillow.

He laughed, "What?! —ow— You're the one who talked about your sexual life with a guy" He fell on the floor with a loud thud.

You blushed, "I'm sorry, okay. I don't know what got to me when I said that"

He continued on laughing on the floor, "You're probably sexually frustrated since you two do it everday—OW!" You harshly stepped on his legs as you stood up.

"Just get ready, we're going to buy you boxers after breakfast."

"You can have me for breakfast "

If you were holding something right now you would have thrown it straight to his head and hope it would give him enough concussion to erase what you had said to him the other day— but you didn't so you glared at him hoping it would offer the same result.

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"We're not buying expensive boxers," you warned him as the escalator pulled you both upward. "I'm not wasting a thousand won on something no one sees."

"Speak for yourself," Baby said. "I plan to flash you often."

"That's called sexual harassment."

He grinned, unbothered. "I can make it romantic if you want."

You huffed. But your heart wasn't in the argument. It must be true when they said a way to a person's heart is through their stomach because earlier after multiple suggestive comments he offered to cook your favorite breakfast meal and looked effortlessly attractive while doing so.

Safe to say you like it.

In the men's section of the store, Baby skimmed through the rows of underwear with a dramatic level of seriousness. You trailed behind, arms crossed.

He held up a pack. Black, grey, blue. Boring.

"These okay?"

"They scream old and edgy."

He nodded solemnly. "Perfect."

You grabbed a slightly more stylish set from the side. Something with little star prints.

"What about these?"

"Are you saying I have star power?"

"I'm saying you're annoying."

The shopping continued with far too many detours. He made you stop by a claw machine and helped a little girl win a stuffed bear. Then you found yourselves in the snack aisle of the convenience store again, standing in front of your favorite ice cream.

He opened the freezer, offering it with a smirk. "For your trauma."

"I didn't realize seeing your butt was that traumatizing."

"It was for me."

"And yet you're the one who keeps bringing it up"

You took the ice cream.

The walk back home was quiet, but not awkward. The kind of silence that feels safe. The kind you don’t need to fill.

When you got home, you dropped the bags in the living room and flopped on the couch. Baby joined you a second later, sitting close enough that your arms brushed.

"Thanks for coming with me today, he said suddenly."

You looked at him. Really looked.

His face was softer in the daylight. Less mischievous. His eyes didn’t dance with tricks. Just... warmth.

"you expect me letting you go commando around my house?" You raised your eyebrows at him.

He smiled. "I meant thanks for spending time with me. Like a real person."

That made your heart pause. You looked down at your hands.

"You are a real person," you said.

"Sometimes I forget."

He said it so simply that it hit harder.

You didn't know what made you move, but you turned toward him. Your knees brushed. Your hand found his wrist. His skin was warm, pulse steady.

"You matter," you said. Quiet. Sure.

His breath hitched slightly. He looked at your mouth.

For a moment, the world felt fragile. Like glass. One move and it could shatter.

You leaned in.

So did he.

Your noses brushed. His breath ghosted your lips.

His hands went to your face, thumbs caressing your lips. You stayed still watching as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down—curios with how far you two would go.

He smiled and instead kissed the blade of your shoulders.

You held out a hot breath you didn't know you were holding— your entire body heating up and it didn't help that he was still hugging you, his lips still pressing on the spot on your shoulders he kissed.

"It was very satisfying, you know" he mumbled after the long silence. His forehead resting in your shoulders.

"What is?"

You let out another shaky breath.

"People looking at us and immediately think we're a couple" he smiled thinking of the people that gawked at you two earlier, you didn't notice them but he entirely did and he was so smug about it.

"Do you want us to be?"

He shook his head.
"No— do you want us to be? Without thinking of him"

You stayed silent. His head never left his shoulders as his hands absentmindedly caressed your thighs.

"I don't want to be associated with the person that hurt you. He's trash. And was only using you because he's lonely. He's insecure and couldn't even think of himself. He lacks confidence. Can't even stand up for you when you're in danger.  He looks so plain and ugly, Why'd you even like a guy like him? Why'd you asked him to be your friend? Why'd you let him touch you? Why'd you let him fuck you? Why'd you let him love you?Why'd you let him hurt you? Why...."

Your clothes were now damp with Baby's tears. You sat there stunned, not knowing what to do but caress him until he calmed down.

You take his face to let him face you.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry" he was shaking, tears and snot staining his face

Your hands stayed on his cheeks, thumbs brushing the wetness away. His skin burned under your touch, though the dusk air was cold. His eyes were swollen, the whites streaked red, his bottom lip trembling even though he tried to still it.

"Why are you crying?" you whispered. "Why does it hurt you this much?"

He didn't answer right away. His gaze dropped to your shirt, now soaked with his tears.

Finally, he murmured, "Because I hate him."

That made you pause. "Who?" Oh, you know exactly who.

"The guy who hurt you," he said. "I hate him. I hate what he did to you. I hate how he left you. I hate how you still flinch at the thought of being left alone, how you carry yourself like love is something dangerous, like it's a curse. He made you believe that."

You swallowed, your throat suddenly too tight to speak.

Baby took a shaky breath, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his hoodie, but it didn’t help much.

"I hate him so much I want to rip him out of me."

That made you stiffen.

"What… do you mean?"

His eyes flicked up to yours — briefly. His voice dropped, almost inaudible.

"I don't know why I know the things I do about you. Why I remember the songs you like. Why I know what shampoo you used to use and that you hate that one soda even though you drink it when you're sad. I don't know why it makes me feel sick when I see you cry."

He laughed, but it cracked halfway through. "Maybe Gwi-Ma fucked me up more than I thought."

You said nothing, breath lodged in your chest.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm not even real. Like I'm someone else walking in my own skin."

His fingers ghosted over your arm like he needed to hold onto something — or someone.

"I'm scared," he admitted. "Because what if I am him? What if he's still inside me?"

You searched his face. There was something broken in his expression, but also a quiet fear — like a boy holding a grenade too tightly, unsure if letting go would save him or destroy him.

"Then why cry?" you asked softly. "If you really are him… why cry for me?"

"Because I’m not him anymore," he said. "And I don't ever want to be again."

The way he said it — it wasn't just sadness. It was repentance. Like a man haunted by a sin he could neither remember fully nor forget.

Your hands reached for his, clasping them between you. He held on like he was drowning.

*I'm sorry," he whispered again. "I'm so fucking sorry."

You didn't ask him what for. Deep down, a part of you already knew. Or maybe suspected. Or maybe you were just too tired to fight the truth anymore.

You leaned your forehead against his.

"I don't need you to be perfect," you said. "I just need you to be honest."

"I don't know who I am without you."

"That's okay," you whispered. "We'll figure it out together."

His breath hitched.

"You're not him," you said, firmly now. "But if you are — if there's a piece of him inside you — then I want to be the one to teach that part how to love me right this time."

His chest stuttered with a soft sob, and you held him tighter.

The room fell quiet except for your breathing, and the way your bodies slowly began to calm — hearts still bruised, but beating a little softer.

He let out a breathless laugh, a little cracked at the edges.

"Still think I'm a pervert?"

You gave him a tired smile. "Oh, absolutely."

A chuckle. "You're mean."

"And you're dramatic."

"Don't change," he said, eyes closing. "Not even a little."

You already changed a lot but that doesn't matter.

You kissed his forehead — soft, lingering — and let your lips rest there a moment longer than you should have.

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___to be continued___________________
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This would have been better if it was fleshed out more. I swear if another writer wrote this, it would've been in chapter 30 for a slight development 😭

I really think it's too rushed.

But eh whatever.

I'm yearning too much of Baby's touches😩🍑✨

I love you as always dearest Constellations

This story could end at anytime lmao

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Chapter Text

|𝐈𝐍𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 (인연) |
Special Chapter

Ancient! Baby X Reincarnated! Reader
Immortal x Reincarnated
Slight Canon Diversion

An Enemies to lovers Short Story

[This Story is for that one Reader]



‎"[Ileum]-nee"!
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‎"Are you going to hunt again?"
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‎I look at my younger sibling, her pure big eyes rival the sun above.
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‎"Yes, Ae-cha. We need something to eat." I say tying the string to my bow and making sure it is tight enough.
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‎"Be careful" She said, worry evident in her eyes making me look at her fondly. "The demon attacks are getting wilder, the amount of people missing in town is increasing!" her voice shook. I put my hand on her shoulders and crouch to her height— caressing her face to make her look at me.
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‎"Don't worry, there will come a time where the gods will take pity on us, and send help to fight the demons"
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‎With one last final hug, I went deep into the forest in our mountain to hunt for our food.
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‎As I went deeper, the more the sunlight thinned. Trees pressed close together like gossiping old spirits, their leaves whispering overhead. Moss clung to my ankles, and every step stirred the earth with a quiet sigh. The wind carried no scent of deer—yet I could feel something watching.
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‎I closed my eyes and hum a tune. Its not anything special—just one I created myself for these kinds of situation.
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‎To calm my heart.
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‎To hush the fear.
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‎To remind the forest I came in peace.
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‎A deer emerged between the dense trees, its antlers catching stray light like a crown. I readied my bow and kept humming, my breath and rhythm aligned.
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‎One clean shot to the heart. It fell, heavy and silent.
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‎It was quite a big deer. I can still sell half of it and the rest would still last us for 3 days. I closed my eyes as I continued to hum—it's my way of praying to the gods, of saying 'thank you' to a successful hunt.
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‎But the forest didn’t thank me back.
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‎Instead, I heard a rustle.
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‎Instinct flared—I turned, loosed another arrow, and was rewarded with a sharp grunt.
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‎When I looked up, my heart stopped.
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‎It wasn’t a beast.
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‎It was a man.
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‎No—something that only looked like one. He hung half-slumped against a tree, my arrow embedded in his chest, golden eyes glowing even in shadow. And the deep black cloth that covered his body.
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‎Jeoseung-saja. Grim reaper— demons who stand beside the demon king and has power to command the other demons.
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‎There are only five of them:
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‎Purple Betrayal of the Capital —Jinu
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‎Crimson Strongman of the West—Boggeun
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‎Prince-like Lust of the East— Saeg yog
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‎Howling Mist of the South—Sinbi
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‎And the one in front of me with its golden dewy eyes and baby-like face: Crying Child of the North—Agi
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‎They are said to be extremely strong and what's worse, there haven't been anything that was able to kill them.
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‎I didn't hesitate and drew another arrow and shot straight through his throat. He stumbled,but didn’t fall. Instead, he smiled.
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‎A slow, amused, human smile.
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‎I froze.
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‎He maintained eye contact as his fingers curled around the arrow lodged in his neck and slowly yanked it out like he was teasing, showing me that the arrow hadn't done anything but arose his desire for I don't know what. Veins and flesh clung to the shaft, but his body sealed the wound as if it had been imagined.
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‎He leaned off the tree and took a step forward—my arrow still in his chest, bloodless.
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‎"Pull it out for me," he said, voice deep, low and far too casual.
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‎I stood frozen and my breath hitched. His golden eyes sparkled like he was enjoying this.
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‎"Come on," he coaxed, fingers running along the arrow. "You put it in so nicely. The least you can do is return the favor."
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‎He smirked, head tilting.
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‎"You've got good aim. Really. Heart and throat in two seconds? I've seen demon generals fall to less."

‎He took another step forward.

‎"You know where to strike. Which artery, which angle. I'd almost think you studied me."
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‎"I study threats," I said, finally regaining my grip. "Not cockroaches in fancy coats."
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‎"Oof. Harsh." He chuckled. “But fair.”
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‎Then his eyes darkened.
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‎“You’re dangerous.”
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‎And without warning, he lunged, claws flashing.
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‎I ducked—barely—and rolled beneath his swipe, nocking another arrow and firing toward his eye. He twisted at the last moment, and it sliced past his cheek instead.
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‎He charged, fast, almost weightless—like wind with intent to push me down a cliff.
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‎I sprinted backward, firing as I moved. One arrow buried itself in his thigh.
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‎He hissed, stumbling.
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‎“Not so strong now, are you?” I panted.
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‎He pulled the arrow from his leg and threw it at me.
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‎I dodged. It buried itself deep into the bark behind me with a crack.
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‎“Thanks!” I shouted, breath heaving.
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‎We circled each other like two predators. Though it's obvious which one would survive the longest, my breathing is getting heavier while he had recovered from the shot I drew on his legs.
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‎Oddly, the arrow I did shot into his chest still hadn’t moved.
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‎I raised a brow. “Do you want keep that in as an ornament?" I gestured to the arrow.
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‎He smirked. “No. I’m saving it—for you.”
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‎He lunged again.
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‎I lunged towards him as well, but ducked in the last second and raised my hand to the nock of my arrow to push my shaft deeper in him.
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‎He groaned—deep, guttural—and staggered back.
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‎With one fluid movement, I yanked it free from his back.
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‎Still bloodless.
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‎He just stood there, breathing like it was just another afternoon stroll.
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‎My fingers trembled. I took one step back.
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‎He tilted his head. "You look surprised. What, did you think your little toys could kill a Grim Reaper?"
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‎He raised his claws again. Long, blackened fingers like obsidian knives. The shadows around us warped with his movement, distorting like heat haze. The air grew thick—heavy with pressure that made my lungs sting.
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‎Panic clawed at my ribs.
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‎Usually in this situation I take a deep breath and hum a tune— so I did. And  just like that, I was calm.

A blue glow shine in my chest and around me like blue-colored fireflies. A soft and soothing music rang in my ear and I made an attempt to follow it.
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‎The air shifted.
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‎“What…?” I whispered.
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‎The demon froze mid-step.
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‎His golden eyes narrowed.
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‎I staggered back. The glow connected like a string, it spread from my chest to my hands, down my legs, weaving across my skin. The forest pulsed with an unseen force, responding to something I never meant to awaken.
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‎My feet felt rooted to the earth. My voice grew louder—on instinct, not control.
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‎And the demon screamed.
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‎He clutched his head, staggering as if unseen blades stabbed through his skull. The very trees trembled. Shadows recoiled like snakes beneath salt. Birds burst from the canopy in frantic cries.
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‎“You—!” he snarled, fangs bared. “What are you doing?!"
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‎I felt unusually calm as I sang. The strings of blue light followed me as I was frolicking in the trees. It feel so.... Freeing.
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‎His hand slammed into the ground.
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‎A violent shockwave cracked through the earth taking down the trees and spliting my bow, but I was light on my feet and manage to jump and landed straight on his face.
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‎He growled and pushed me off.
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‎I continued to dodge his advances but I know I can't just dodge him all the time, I need something to end him once and for all— and as if someone had heard me, a tune had called out and when I pulled in the air a bow had materialized. It didn't have arrow but I already know what to do, humming the tune I aimed it towards the demon.
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‎His eyes went wide and when I shoot he disappeared before my arrows hit him.
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‎✥✥✥
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‎Everyday after that. A red spider lily with a note written in red ink that I could not decipher always appear beside my bedroom window.
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‎Red. Blood. But demons don't bleed.
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‎My eyes darkened. I may not know what he wrote but it's already so obvious— he wants me dead.
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‎Each and everydawn he would stand by my window with the death flower and bloodied letter in hand.
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‎I had not sleep properly ever since he strangled me in my bed. I could still feel his long fingers around my throat, his lips on mine to prevent me from singing as he suck the soul out of my body. He would've been successful if I hadn't had an arrow near my bed and stabbed him with it.
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‎Days after that we moved away from the mountains and lived closer to the capital so my family could live safely within the city fortress.
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‎I never saw him again as well.
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‎It didn't take long until I had found a fellow similar to me —Three of us with voices sent by the gods to calm those who are in misfortune and bring fear to those who brought misfortune.
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‎And now, in a small village an all out fight between the demons and us hunters arrived. Me and the Hunter's split up to cover more space.
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‎|Eodum-eul Balkhiryeo|
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‎There I see him. Summoning demons. Eyes looking at me with hatred and blood- lust.
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‎|Uri norae Buruerira|
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‎I continued on shooting my arrows, aiming straight to demon vitals with ease until it's only us both.
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‎|Kudgeonhan I sori-ro|
‎|I sesang-eul kochirira|
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‎I shoot.
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‎He dodge but not fast enough. I had managed to hit his shoulders and legs but never seem to get it straight to his heart.
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‎But unlike the first time I faught him, he seemed out of breath while I pirched on top of a ceiling, calmly looking down at him.
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‎I jumped off and landed on his face again, he tried to claw for me but I had already dodged away.
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‎He looks at me with an expression I could not decipher.
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‎"I don't know who's more cruel, a hunter with no regards to a beings feeling or a demon who fights for survival"
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‎"I think you have it switched up, demon"
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‎With one last, hard and fast pull, I shot it straight through him— successfully this time.
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‎"......you" he mumbled.
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‎"huh?"
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‎"I hate you I hate You I hate youI hate You I hate you I hate you I hate You I hate You I hate you I hate You I hate You I hate You I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you  I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I..... Hate you"
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‎His eyes burned into mine as he said that.
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‎"Our fates are already intertwined the moment you stole my heart"
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‎"I didn't steal shit"
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‎"I hope I will have the privilege of sewing your shroud"
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‎"that won't happen, I'll make sure you stay in hell forever"
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‎I turned away to go back to my comrades after I heard him say:
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‎"And I'll make sure to take you with me"
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‎...
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‎|Eodum-eul Balkhiryeo|
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‎With one last chant, people from the village surrounded us. Their souls light up with hope and courage that enable us to weave the first honmoon.
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‎I watched as demons struggle to get pass, the ground beneath swallowing the back to their realm.
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‎And I see Agi still staring back at me with eyes I could never decipher. Then he was gone.
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‎Ever since that day we had sung from dusk 'till dawn across towns to spread the word of hope and courage. And in the dusk of the day before my 25th birthday we had finally achieve the first Golden honmoon—A barrier that would last for 10 years, it's so strong that not one demon nor Gwi-Ma's manipulation could pass through.
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‎|I sesang-eul kochirira|
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‎"[ileum] -nee, will there be a time where we don't have to fear about demons?"
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‎"... Yes, and I'll make sure they will remain as legends. So no one would live in fear and will be able to sleep peacefully at night."
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‎By the sunrise of my twenty-fifth birthday . A searing pain gripped my chest—as if it had been shot through—my breath hitched, shallow and ragged, and before I could even cry out, the world tilted, the air turned cold, and I collapsed to the ground, heart shuddering its final beat.
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‎When I woke up. It was a different body. A different name. A different face. A different culture. I have even been released by my duties as a hunter.
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‎Yet everytime I reincarnate, he always find his way to me. Everytime I see his face, it would be covered in amusement and recognition— he knows what had happened to me.

We faught in wars and I make sure to come out on top.
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‎And as always the first streak of golden light in the horizon of my 25th birthday. I would suffer the same consequence. Not being able to experience the life of being a full adult. Always being in battle with him at a young age, I never experienced romance, not like I was interested in any of the gentlemen I had met in my life.

But it did make me curious. My comrades had kids and their predecessors have become wonderful hunters. At times it would look like them— but it's never them.

✥✥✥
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‎I woke up once more.
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‎Much had changed since multiple of my past life. The fear that once shadowed every doorway had lifted. Demons were no longer spoken of with trembling lips. Children ran freely beneath the morning sun, and townspeople danced long into the night without glancing over their shoulders. All was peaceful under the pale honmoon—still in silver bluish color, but I knew it was only a matter of time until the hunters of this time changed it to gold.
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‎I didn’t care much for the life laid out before me now, but there was comfort in seeing the world we fought for bloom at last. It was a small bud but it will bloom, and instead of people thinking in fear they would think of ways to improve the lives of the people. And it's so fascinating that this world is in reach— a world me and the other hunters helped create.

This time, I was in the body of a minor noblewoman, I had lived my life sheltered, well fed and well educated. It was far more different than it was in my past lives. It made me lax, and I actually like it this way far away from drama and rigorous fighting. Only one thing has been needed of me— a marriage to a man of higher standing.
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‎The wedding came swiftly. Beneath layers of dark red, purple and gold silk and another deep red bridal veil, it was very flamboyant for a wedding gown back in my original days.
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‎No, even in this time this would still be considered too much for a wedding gown, but my father (of this time) had said they come from one of the five noble houses in the higher court, so my future husband is powerful and a house like ours has no choice but to comply.
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‎I am not much for drama, and I didn't have enough father figures in my past life to object to his wishes— besides, I am going to die tomorrow.
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‎And so, here I stood beside my husband-to-be.
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‎Our vows were exchanged—his voice quiet, respectful. I remember thinking, he must be shy. Or perhaps ugly in appearance. I didn’t question it when he requested not to lift the veil until the wedding night. I simply nodded, indifferent.
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‎That night, the chamber doors shut heavy. I sat still on the wedding bed, veil still drawn, waiting. I heard his footsteps approach. The mattress dipped under his weight. Then, without a word, he leaned close, softly pushing me so my back hit the soft mattress.
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‎My heart beat in curious excitement, I have never experienced any carnal interactions even in my past life and now that I have a husband, I don't know what to expect.
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‎Something in me was disappointed he had wished to marry me before the day of my 25th birthday, if this turns out to be good, I will be crying every night that I only experienced it once.
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‎Fingers brushed the fabric of my veil.
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‎And as he slowly lifted it—light from the lantern catching gold in his eyes—I saw him.
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‎Agi.
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‎Smirking.
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‎Son of the devil's cowpoop, Agi. Hovering above me like a cursed infant who was never given milk by its mother.
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‎My blood turned cold.
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‎“You—!” I choked, fury and disbelief clawing at my throat. he swiftly pinned both of my hands and smiled wider, leaning towards me .
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‎“I told you,” he whispered. “Our fates are intertwined.”
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‎I kicked his crotch making him wince and let go of my hand. Standing up from the bed I immediately brought out my bow and aimed it towards him.
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‎"How nice of you to wear the shroud I especially made for you" he lunged at me and I shoot.
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‎The entire palace shook in our movements as we fought each other until the break of dawn and like usual, as the golden streak of light shine in the horizon I gasped my chest falling to my knees.
‎
‎He slowly approached me his body decaying from the arrows I hurt through him.
‎
‎Before I could kiss the ground he caught me and let me rest on his thighs. H smiled triumphantly.
‎
‎"Guess I won this time",
‎
‎"This time — and you won't be alive for too long"
‎
‎He chuckled, "At least I could watch the life on your eyes slowly go away."
‎
‎"I hate you..."
‎
‎I had died. But this time it actually wasn't as painful.
‎

‎The next time I had been reborn, a lot had changed—like, a lot.
‎
‎I was born in the year 2000, in a small hospital room with fluorescent lights and the soft buzz of machines. No more scrolls and incantations. Just paperwork, baby photos, and clear glass and plastics.
‎
‎Now, I live in an apartment with heated floors and convenience stores open twenty-four hours. People walk around with phones in their hands, headphones in their ears, and not a single blade strapped to their waist. Children laugh at cartoons, not trembling in fear. People scream over idols and actors, not curses or hauntings. K-pop is everywhere—flashing from screens in subways, blasting from café speakers, danced by kids in schoolyards. K-dramas dominate weekend nights, with stories of romance, revenge, and rebirth—but demons? Exorcists? Soul-binding curses?
‎
‎Gone.
‎
‎There are no more demon sightings. No frantic prayers at the temple gates. No missing children or scorched villages. Just viral trends, weekend concerts, and a government that tracks the weather, not omens in the sky.
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‎It’s like the world moved on… and I was the only one who remembered. It felt lonely being in a new time, new place, new body and new tradition— it's sickening, why do I have to remember my past life?
‎
‎Nonetheless, I still enjoyed my time. Watching kdramas, reading books, playing video games and going to lots and lots of concerts.
‎
‎You may be asking, how did I have the money to do that?
‎
‎Simple.
‎
‎You see,  just because people stopped talking about demons doesn't mean they still didn't exist. That just means the hunters have done their job right to hide it from people.
‎
‎And didn't take long to find the new trio. Hunters have strong voices, it connects to the soul of the people. I found them at their debut followed them to their condo and introduced myself to their mentor—Celine.
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‎Now, I'm freeloading off of the new hunters. They're fun to be around as well.
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‎The only thing that this generation fear is getting pregnant and taxes. If they saw a demon they would probably pass it off as a street performer or special effects, if it turns out to be true they'll probably move on and die— happily, if it's attractive. They're hopeless, but I kinda relate.
‎
‎Im about to die this year and there haven't been any news of my dearest fucking husband. I've been extra careful this time, no arranged marriages, no dating strangers I haven't met, just no dating in general and I'm going to die virgin —again.
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‎Im going to kill him. The moment I see him I'm going to kill him and his ugly ass, greasy green sewage hair, rotting flesh, his slick long tongue his long fingers, his toned slender body, his deep voice. I wanna slowly cut them piece by piece.
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‎I found myself in a live performance with a new boyband called the Saja Boys. I'm a music enthusiast, being a musician myself 400 or so years ago so I've been really into k-pop and almost every type of music genre actually.  Humans have really grown creative with music in the past decade and I'm so into it!
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‎I bumped in with my favorite hunters as well with hoodies,shades and caps to hide their identities.
‎
‎The song started with a cheerful beat until the smoke cleared and revealed five colorful, handsome men that looks extra-EXTRA familiar.
‎
‎|Don't want you, need you
‎Yeah, I need you to fill me up|
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‎I scanned the members because for as long as I have lived the number five has been an unlucky number—
‎
‎AND THERE HE IS.

With that stupid baby face, and indifferent posture. He might have changed his color scheme but he's been annoying me in each and every lifetime.

I stepped forward and ready to pounce this attractive version of that sewer rat. When the girls had stopped me.

"(Y/n)?!"

" What are you doing?!"

I glared at them. "They're demons!"
‎
‎"WHAT?!" three of them whisper-screamed in sync.

Making me reminisce the time when me and my girl— there's no time for that

"I'm gonna shoot that asshat even if it's the last thing I do!"

Mira holds me back.

"No it's too dangerous"

"There's too many people here"

"They might hurt the fans"

I calmed down.

This is why they're my favorite hunters. They care for the people they're protecting.

"Ok"

|Make me wanna flip the top
Han mogeume you hit the spot|

He looked at my direction in surprise then smirked.

HAH That rotten ass fuckin smirked at me.

"Hold me down or I'm going to rip that tounge of him and make it to a necklace! Grahhh" I fumed as I lunged myself forward but the girls made me stay in place. Holding me still as I screamed profanities towards him.

|Yes, I'm sippin' when it's drippin' now
It's done? I need a second round|

"GRAAAHHHHH!!!!"

"Yikes—"

"A feral fan?"

"Probably"

I snapped my head at whoever said that. Scanning the crowd like a feral cat.

"Calm down, (Y/n)"

"I am calm" I looked back and saw him sending hearts towards my direction.

I calmly took out my bow and shoot through but he disappeared like the fucking cockroach he is.

...

[I'll add something soon, idk, maybe]

...

If Rumi's mom did it why can't I?

A lot has changed and I felt lonely just thinking about it.

Different Body. Different Culture. Different Name.

And yet he will always be there annoying the fuck out of me.

And yet it's actually the only thing keeping me together.

Having retained my memories I feel old amongst my peers. I watched generations of my sister and my fellow hunters' family born and died the next.

It feels lonely.

I would have been if I was not focusing on getting this motherless infant in my life.

If I am going to die days from now might as well enjoy the last moments.

I stepped forward my eyes never leaving his.

"This is all your fault" I took another step forward and he stepped back.

"I'll shoot your heart as many times as I can and watch your body turn to dust"

His throat bobbed as his back hit the alley wall.

"I'll make sure you regret cursing me."

"I never cursed—hmmph"

I grabbed his collar and crashed my lips against his. I expected him to pull away—so I gripped the back of his head to keep him close. But instead, he tilted his head, letting our lips mold perfectly together. He licked along my bottom lip, but I pressed my knee into his crotch, earning a sharp whimper as his mouth parted.

My tongue fought for dominance, but he seemed to savor it—every time I slipped past his lips, he responded with a low moan, sucking on my tongue like he wanted to devour it. I bit down lightly on his lower lip, making him shudder. His hand slid along my lower back, pulling me closer.

I pulled away, my lips dragging on his, catching his bottom lip between my teeth. When I looked up, his golden eyes gleamed—just like the day I first defeated him.

He said he hated me, so why—

He yanked me back in with the same hunger I'd just given him. My hands tangled in his soft hair, tugging him even closer. One of his hands stayed firm on my hips, grounding me, while the other slid lower, tracing the curve of my backside. His fingers slipped under—his middle and ring finger pressing into that spot with just enough pressure to make me gasp and bite down on his lip.

Sweet noises erupted in his throat.

This guy...

I pulled away, he quietly whines my name and leaned again but I brushed my thumb on his lower lip.

He opened his mouth and sucked on it.

I looked straight at his eyes and he was already looking me.

He lowered his gaze and rested his head on my shoulder.

"I hate you..."

He said as he softly kissed my neck, teasingly biting it ever so often

I chuckled.

"So you'll die again the day after tomorrow?" He said, voice deeper than normal.

"Yeah, I get to see you defeated by my girls before I die" I smiled.

"Hmm..." He pulled me closer his head still comfortably resting in my shoulder.

"But I want you to be the one to kill me again..."

He's quiet for awhile until I realized what he was doing when he bite me harder.

"WHAT THE—"

He smiled at me with his fangs out and red staining his lips. I pushed him away and touched the place he bit—it was bleeding.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! People will think I died being sucked by a leech!!!"

His hand went lower in my hips and he crouched as well.

"Well, I can suck you dry now so you won't be worrying later"

It took awhile for my head to process his words —until he opened the buttons of my jeans and bit the zipper down.

"HEY!"

I tried to kick him but he managed to block it with his arms and laughed.

I fumed storming out.

"See you around my dear wife!"

...

[I'll add something soon idk, maybe]

...

I perched on top of the stadium my arrow pointing straight towards Baby, "I'm gonna miss you hubby"

I released.

"See you in my next life"

I shot him straight to the heart like I always do and this time he didn't dodged.

The girls successfully banished Gwi-Ma taking the demons along with him and they had finally restored the honmoon—no not restored, recreated.

I glanced at the view. It looked so calm. Unlike every war I had participated, every clan fight, every scorching village. It wasn't like this...

There was no casualties, the people below still think everything here is just for show.

And that's for the better.

Wait—

What day is it today?

I checked my pockets but my phone was gone—damnit.

I'm pretty sure the Saja Boys did their concert in the night of June 19, 2025. A couple of hours before my 25th birthday of this lifetime...

There's no way right?

I asked an exiting fan.

"It's 8:04 A.M June 20, 2025"

Huh, I stared at it in disbelief. Then I walked. And walked. And walked.

To where?

I didn't know, I just walked until I settled on a bench near a tree.

I heard a branch break behind me so with all the andrenaline that has left with the fight earlier today I instantly snapped my bow straight towards the noice.

"Whoa!"

"Baby?" I stared in disbelief watching him dramatically put his hands on his heart.

"I might actually die you know"

"How are you even alive?"

"I could say the same to you"

He looks at me, and I look at him.

I couldn't think of an explanation, of a word to describe all of this.

After different times, different bodies, different lives, the only thing that's been consistent is my death and now that has changed.

Only he still hasn't.

"Happy 25th birthday" Baby said giving me a red spider lily and a note that I could still not decipher.

"Your writing is shit did you know that"

"Rude, I was not taught by anyone"

"You literally have lived for more than a thousand years."

"Yes, but I wanna spend it with you"

"I hate you"

"I hate you too"

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‎Cuts:
Scenes I wanted to put but can't
(maybe soon?idk)
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‎Many years earlier before the humans we're born a heavenly being was punished for being too greedy. He was sent in another realm, his godly facade changed into a flaming hot fire cursed to have endless hunger and never to be fed.
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‎He grew duller burning by himself in a realm of darkness and ruins—until humans arrived.
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‎Perfectly imperfect creatures who was given too much will yet too little power. It was easy to manipulate

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"Rumi's dad is a demon"

"Damn"

Celine looked at me funny

"—i mean, that's horrifying—" I sighed, pulling myself together."She shouldn't have needed to hide in the first place,"

She flinched, just barely. But she didn't speak. I may look younger but I did have the aura of someone who has live many lives and it hurts just to think about it.

I walked toward the kitchen sink, letting my fingers trace the cream white marbled countertop. I glanced at all the appliances and back to Celine.

"I spent centuries hating demons, Celine. Centuries. Watching them destroy towns, act as kings, manipulate entire clans and start wars" I said. "I've seen the worst of them. I've killed them. But I've also seen hunters do worse in the name of 'righteousness.'"

She didn't argue—just listened. Her expression was tight, like a dam threatening to burst.

"There's a reason her mother loved her father," I added gently. "Even if we don't understand it. Even if it doesn't fit the stories we were raised with. Love doesn't always make sense—but it does mean something."

^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^

The reason why they're still alive is because of Rumi's half blood recreating the honmoon.

Every demon that has their soul tied to a human will live for as long as that person is alive.

All the Saja boys lived without Gwi-Ma's voice bothering them.

The End

I needed to dispose of this idea because it's been bugging my brain and won't let me write anything. It's still unfinished because now, becy I'm getting impatient and want to write the next chapter already.

I just realized this can be done toa any of the Saja Boys.

Guess what inspired this?

Hunger Games, The Cruel Prince and Heaven Official's Blessing haha

This is actually fun, maybe I'll get back on this soon✨

Currently writing the next chapter expect it later today or tomorrow.

Dropped out of college
I have a j*b now😰

Chapter Text

Chatters envelop the GY building as some workers get ready to leave while the others are on break.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon.

After leaving your office you went straight to your floor's pantry and grabbed your favorite snack, smiling at three of the department assistants on break who greeted you.

As soon as you passed, they huddled together.

"Is it just me, or is she glowing today?"

"She's been glowing a lot this month."

"What do you mean? She looked dead just last week."

"Well... I like her better that way."

"What?!"

"That's rude!"

"No, I mean—it's weird! Do you remember that week she came back from her vacation? She was all preppy and smiley, like she got possessed or something. She kept messing up paperwork, signing off on projects left and right. Finance was a disaster. I swear, I pulled three all-nighters."

"Oh, I feel you. We called it hell week in marketing."

"I really thought she was gone on it too. Until the reveal—"

"Oh I know!"

"I was there!!!"

"Everyone in South Korea was there! who would have thought they would pull a move like that!"

"For real— I really don't get rich people and their risky behavior but what miss Y/n did is so CEO worthy like they successfully brought Huntrix globally!"

"Yeah unlike Miss Amelia, She's not afraid to take risks."

"It was still too risky though"

"She really has a lot of fate with the Huntrix"

"Well, you should've seen how she was in her early days"

"Department Manager,"

They stood up and bowed at the person who just entered.

"She was my senior in the Music and Production Department, she was very admirable but was very obsessed—" he leaned in and lower his voice looking left and right, "with the man we do not speak"

"Ohh! You mean him?!"

"You know him?"

"Everyone knows him"

"Yeah, HIM. She had so much fate in the guy and was really willing to bet everything for his group—"

"This was before the Huntrix debut right?"

"Oh the Huntrix just newly debut. But the attention was split with his group and the girls"

"No way"

"So like the Saja Boys"

"Yeah, something similar but Miss VP is actually dating the main rapper of the group"

"Him, right?"

"Yes, Him"

"Yeah, it was before he went missing and she would make really risky decisions because she loved the guy."

"I swear this family are obsessed with their idols"

"Don't get me started on Huntrix "

"Isn't the reason why Saja Boys got popular in the first place is because she liked a member"

" It was also the main rapper"

"She totally has a type"

"Do you think if I was a rapper, she would've loved me as well?"

"Ew"

"What the fuck"

✰✩✰✩✩

At that moment, you turned the corner towards your aunt's office, lightly knocking on her half-open door. She was finishing a call but waved you in.

You placed a USB drive on her desk just as she set the phone down.

"Everything you need is here," you said. "The information about the new trainees is in a separate folder. There's quite a lot of promising individuals in there— you should check it out when you have time."

Amelia raised an eyebrow at the USB but said nothing. You grabbed your keys and turned toward the door, only for her voice to follow.

"You're leaving early?"

You glanced over your shoulder. "It’s already five?"

"You also didn't show up yesterday."

"I already finished this month's workload. I didn't think it was necessary for me to come in today either."

You tapped your foot lightly, trying to seem casual, though the keys in your hand were already itching to twist inside a car ignition.

Amelia leaned back in her chair, observing you with that annoyingly gentle but all-knowing gaze. A small, amused smile curled on her lips.

"So you've been busy with your friend?"

You groaned, running a hand over your face.

"What are you two, really"

You looked at her deeply hoping to find answers,"I....I don't know"

"You seem to care for him"

"Okay, one: he's a guest. Two: he's practically helpless. And three: you are reading into things again."

"So you're saying you would just take care of people who invaded your home, I didn't raise you to be that trusting Y/n"

You never raised me.

You wanted to say but stopped yourself.

"I don't— but, he needs me. And I do... seemed to grow fond of him"

"Mhmm." Amelia hummed with obvious disbelief.

You turned toward the door again.

"Anyway," you said, tone a little too clipped, "I'm leaving first, we're buying a phone."

"A phone?"

"Yes. He said he lost his so he's been using mine and i figured he could use it to text me if he needs anything."

"Sounds expensive."

"It's an investment," you muttered under your breath.

She laughed under her breath.

Just as your hand touched the doorknob, her voice softened.

"Y/n."

You stopped.

"I swear if he hurts you or disappears on you again—I'll scour the deepest parts of the earth and make sure he dies a slow painful death... Got it?"

You smiled, "I'll make sure to tell him that"

Without waiting for a reply you closed the door, got on your car and drive your way back home.

✰✩✰✩✰✩

Baby stood awkwardly in front of the demo display of phones, his fingers poking the screen of a model that kept blinking with too many options.

He turned to you, baffled. "Why are there like, fifteen versions of the same thing?"

"Because tech companies like to keep people confused," you replied, arms crossed, watching him with mild amusement. "That one's just the budget version of the other budget version that came after the original premium version."

"...What?"

You laughed. "Never mind. Just tell me what color you want."

"Black," he said immediately.

"Of course you'd pick something edgy."

"It's classic," he defended. "Also, it hides bloodstains."

"...it's a phone? You're not gonna use it to stab someone"

"We'll never know "

"What?"

Baby followed you around like a lost duckling as you finalized the purchase. He stood behind you, occasionally resting his chin on your shoulder while watching you tap through the screen, eyes bright with curiosity.

"How do you know all this stuff?"

"Welcome to adulthood," you said. "You think I was born given everything I want?"

"Yes."

"... True that"

Eventually, you exited the store with a paper bag, and Baby already scrolling through the phone's settings like a toddler with a new toy.

"Okay, maybe I like this," he muttered, taking selfies at terrible angles. "Whoa, there's filters."

"Careful," you warned, "next thing you know, you're making thirst traps."

He paused.

"Like those edits you have of me saved on your phone?"

"What—How?! I deleted them"

Some of them.

"I'm not stupid, I can see your saved videos on TikTok, it was all edits of me." He pressed his chest on your back as you stopped and check the malls website on your phone, looking for restaurants. He gently rests his head on your shoulders giving it small kisses, "Guess that's what they call 'manifesting'"

"Yeah, whatever" you tried to act dismissive, still scrolling through your phone. Mindlessly. All you could think of is his soft lips on your skin and your heart about to break out of your chest.

"Umm..." The salesperson from the gadget store warily asked for your attention, glancing at Baby with his face still buried in your neck glaring at her, "You left your card..."

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If Baby could've climbed onto your back for a piggyback ride, he would've. Honestly, he considered it more than once on the way here. Luckily, he had enough self-control not to—but just barely. The amount of times he pressed his chest against your back or clung to your shoulders like a koala, he might as well have done it anyway.

"What do you feel like eating tonight?"

You could feel him smirk behind you so before he had time to open his mouth you added, "—And don't you dare say 'you' I'm genuinely hungry. I didn't eat lunch."

"Hmmm" you heard him whine then took your hands that was holding your phone and put it near his face so he could see clearly.

His eyes scanned at the restaurant names plastered on the screen.

"Go to a place you haven't been to"

"I haven't been in this mall a lot so I never tried any of their restaurants."

"Oh" he snuggled tighter, satisfaction far too imminent in his tone. "Then let's try this one"

✰✩✰✩

You two found a cozy seat by the window overlooking the city skyline. The gentle moon shining over you. The ramen arrived quickly—steaming bowls with soft-boiled eggs, beef strips, and spicy broth. Baby practically lit up at the scent.

"I could get used to this," he said between slurps. "Phones and warm food and a portable heater who pays."

You raised a brow. "I am going to make you pay next time, you know?"

He pouted.

You both ate in companionable silence for a while before he suddenly asked, "So… what would you do if I was your boyfriend?"

You squinted your eyes at him

"Just hypothetically."

You wiped your mouth gently. "I'd tell you to  fuck me while everyone is watching —respectfully."

He looks at you like you have grown another head. You tried to stifle your laugh, shoulders trembling.

"Damn can't even hold a serious conversation with you!"

You let out a loud, unfiltered laugh that startled a couple at the next table.

"Oh—speak for yourself! Like every thing you do is normal"You shoot back, still giggling.

"That's just who I am!" he said, placing a hand on his chest as if hurt. "You, on the other hand—you look all elegant and composed, then you say nasty shit like that."

"You act like you don't like it"

"Well, I do" He said so quietly you almost didn't catch it.

Your laugh softened, falling into a fond smile. You watched him twirl more noodles into his fork adding more hot sauce than he did last, but his eyes kept drifting back to yours between bites.

"You really think we'd work out?" you asked quietly, voice almost drowned out by the ambient buzz around you.

He looked up.

"I don't know," he said honestly. "But I think I'd be better at trying now than I was before."

"Before? Like when you basically leech of me everyday while trying to bring down my girls— oh wait. You still do the leeching part."

"Ha-ha" he laughed sarcastically,"In my defense, it was Gwi-Ma controlling me with most of our interactions."

You stared at him. "So you're saying I dated Gwi-Ma?"

"No" he said bluntly. Looking at you like you just said the most disgusting sentence he ever heard—which he probably did.

You glanced at his bowl. It has turned red, you were sure that it was entirely hot sauce now. The mere smell of it makes you wanna cry.

"I'm saying he wanted me to act like your ex so you could open up to me in less than a week." He slurped the remaining broth in one go, you watched as his throat bobbed and a trickle of sauce escaped, tracing his jawline and down to his collar. Why the fuck are you so interested in that?!

"You're stupid for falling for it, you know"

"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" Finishing your bowl, you shot back with a smirk. "Whether you look like my ex or not, I would've fallen either way."

"Well, it’s good to know your future husband will be good-looking."

Silence washed over you. You don't even know how you would respond back to that.

"Y/n."

You flinched.

He wasn't teasing now. His voice was soft, low. Serious.

You lifted your gaze.

He was staring at you, his eyes reflecting the fractured lights of the city below. It made you uneasy—how his face could wear sincerity like that. How he looked everything like your ex but also feels nothing like him.

"What's stopping you?"

"...What?" you murmured, blinking.

"What's stopping you from loving me?"

You gulped.

‎
‎I already love you.
‎

‎You wanted to answer but before you did, a loud ring erupted from your phone. Rumi's name plastered on your screen.
‎
‎"Oh goddamn it—"
‎
‎You answered the call but Baby immediately swiped it away from you.
‎
‎"She's busy—"
‎
‎|"Baby?"|
‎
‎"Ugh—Jinu. Don't tell me your ghost hands can touch phones now" you amusingly looked at Baby as he rolled his eyes like Jinu could see in the other line.
‎
‎You didn't hear anything back just some muffled voices.
‎
‎"Yeah yeah,whatever —She's busy with me. Go annoy her another time." He turned it off and harshly put it down.
‎
‎"That could've been an emergency, y'know"
‎
‎"Well it wasn't" he pouted.

Another silence followed.
‎
‎"Well then—" You cleared your throat and opened up your phone to glance at the time, 8:54 . "Shall we get going?"

Baby stood, stretching his arms lazily as if the entire conversation never happened.

"I..." Standing up, you mustered your courage to say it, "I already love you"

He froze—not dramatically, but the kind of stillness you only get when something actually matters. His lips parted just slightly, like he wanted to say something but didn’t trust his voice not to shake.

But just as you reached for your bag, he quietly asked, "You meant it?"

You looked at him.

"I..." You took a deep breath, " I just think it's too sudden and—"

He stepped towards you and hugged you tight. You could feel his heart beat drum in his chest. His hot breath warm in your skin.

"If I ask you to go out with me will you agree?"

"Maybe"

He pulled away from the hug. Hands in both of your shoulders as he looked intently at you—studying you, like you will be gone the moment he closes his eyes.

He sighed leaning in, "You're teasing me."

"Maybe I am," you smiled sweetly, catching his lips on yours.

The moment your mouths met, the world seemed to hush.

His lips were warm—soft, yet desperate, like he'd been waiting far too long to feel this. He kissed you like he meant it, like he'd memorized this moment a hundred times in his mind, and now he was finally allowed to live it. And you—

You melted into him.

Your heart thudded so hard against your chest you were sure he could feel it. His fingers slid from your shoulders to the curve of your jaw, holding you there like you were something fragile, something he didn't want to break—but couldn't bear to let go of.

You felt it in the way he leaned into you, just enough pressure to make your breath hitch, not enough to overwhelm. You tasted the faint spice of the ramen broth on his lips, the hint of soda he stole off your glass earlier. His scent—a mix of your cologne, clean cotton, and something uniquely him—wrapped around you.

Time didn't feel real.

The sounds of the restaurant faded. All that remained was the beat of your pulse in your ears and the press of his lips on yours. And when he finally pulled back—just slightly—his forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling in the small space between you.

"You kissed me," he whispered, almost in disbelief.

You smiled, still dazed, voice barely steady. "Maybe I did."

"Don't stop doing that."

Your fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt, anchoring yourself in the moment. "I won't... if you don't run."

His eyes flickered—wide and stunned and overflowing with something too big for words. He kissed you again, softer this time, like a promise.

Outside, the city lights blinked to life—cars passing, signs glowing, laughter rising from the streets.

But here, it was just the two of you. Unaware of the world around you. Finally facing the truth you both had been too scared to speak.

Smiling faintly, he kissed your forehead and said,

"I will be wherever you are,"

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___to be continued___________________
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I just love gossips, take the kiss scene as a sorry for that confusing first part of the chapter haha.

After 20 plus chapters you two finally kissed frfr.

[THIS IS THE END.]

[jkjk wahahhahaha]

You(in this fic) still need therapy though.

I really don't want to make this scene but it's prob just the AroAce in me talking 💔 I know I could do better but,oh well.

This is merely a fanfic driven by the desire to love a character not a book intended to be studied by scholars, so it wouldn't matter if the relationship doesn't make sense.... Right😭?

.

See you soon as always lovely Constellations ✨

[You're ■■ is...

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The drive home was quiet.

Only the faint beat of Free running in your car stereo. You really liked the lyrics—how raw and wounded they sounded, yet still hopeful.

Baby leaned his head against the window, eyes closed, mouthing along to the chorus. He wasn't even trying to be cool about it.

You stole a glance. His lashes fluttered slightly with each beat, his lips moving just enough for you to catch the words.

"We could be free…"

His deep voice reverberated in your mind. To the point that it will be the only version you'll hear whenever you listen to the song.

"Free..."

Your voice was quiet but loud enough for Baby to hear making him grin. You tried to focus on the road, but still giving subtle glances towards Baby. He was still smiling.

"That was the first time I actually hear you sing."

"You call that singing?" You scoffed

Slowly he reached out for your hand, intertwining them lazily over the center console like a smug little gremlin. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles on the back.

"Ooh, time goes by, and I lose perspective"

He looked out the window closing his eyes. Only focusing on the heat of your entertained hands.

"Yeah, hope only hurts, so I just forget it

But you're breaking through all the dark in me when I thought that nobody could

And you're waking up all these parts of me
That I thought were buried for good"

Between imposter and this monster
I been lost inside my head
Ain't no choice when all these voices
Keep me pointing towards no end"

Baby never really thought of it that much before. But the lyrics hit deeper than he want it to.

"It's just easy when I'm with you"

He faced you fully, gripping your hand like it's the end of the world.

"No one sees me the way you do"

I don't trust it, but I want to"

I keep coming back to —"

You took a deep shaky breath. The hand holding the steering wheel tightening. You opened your mouth and finally —

"Why does it feel right everytime I let you in"

"Why does it feel like I can tell you anything?"

You matched his voice, though yours are much softer and quieter. Voice trembling. It wasn't used to the strain of you singing, specially with someone.

"We can't fix it if we never face it
What if we find a way to escape it?"

"We could be free"

"Free"

"We can't fix it if we never face it
Let the past be the past 'til it's weightless"

You liked this part. So taking a shaky deep breath you continued.

"So take my hand, it's open"

He brought your intertwined fingers to his lips and kissed it, singing Jinu's part like he's pumping you up.

"Free— free"

You came across a red light, you took a time to look at him fully. Furrowing your eyebrows.

"What if we heal what's broken?"

He reached out for you face and wiped a tear. You were crying and you didn't even noticed.

"Free— free"

Letting go of the steering wheel, you soobed harder. Still trying to sing the song—albeit broken and trembling.

"I tried to hide— but something broke
I couldn't sing, but you give me hope"

Baby cupped you face. Staring at you with eyes that could rival the moon and the stars.

"We can't fix it if we never face it
Let the past be the past 'til it's weightless"

He leaned closer capturing your lips in a soft tender kiss. His hands rubbing softly in your trembling arm while the other still tightly held yours. You calmed down—

|BEEEEEPP!!|

"Shit!"

You flinched and immediately stepped on the accelerator. Baby opened his window letting his polished hand out and sent the car a middle finger.

✰✩✰

When you reached the house, Baby practically draped himself over you as you tried to unlock the door.

"Can you not?" you hissed, nearly dropping your keys.

"Your body heat is nice," he muttered, arms wrapped around your waist from behind like a koala. "I'm conserving energy."

"For what, exactly?"

"For more kissing."

You scoffed, unlocking the door and dragging his weight with you inside.

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Upstairs, you tossed the paper bag on the couch while Baby flopped onto the bed dramatically, spreading himself like a starfish. "I can't believe I'm in love."

"You're dramatic."

"And you're stunning. It's really unfair."

"You're just saying that so I'll give you more kisses."

"Maybe." He lifted his head. "Is it working?"

You tried to hide your smile as you walked past him toward your vanity. "Go change. That jacket and hat did nothing to hide your identity by the way"

"We were trying to hide?" he said sarcastically.

"Just go"

He changed, eventually—returning in one of your oversized shirts that hung loose over his frame and smelled like your detergent. You watched him pretend to look away shyly when you caught him checking himself in the mirror.

"You really think you're hot, don't you?"

"I know I'm hot," he smirked, crawling under the covers like he belonged there—like he always had.

You joined him after brushing your teeth, switching off the lights and settling in beside him. But before you could get comfortable, a pair of arms wrapped around you again. Clingy. Warm. Familiar.

"Did I mention I'm your favorite heater?"

"Last time I checked, you said I was the heater"

"Well, it's still true."

You let him bury his face into your neck, the tip of his nose brushing your skin. He pressed a small kiss there, then another—soft and lingering.

"Baby," you warned gently.

"Hm?"

"Stop kissing my neck if you want me to sleep."

"Not true. I want you to dream about me."

You turned to face him, nose to nose. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love it."

You paused. Then kissed his forehead.

"…Yeah. I think I do."

His smile stretched in the dark. He shifted closer, impossibly closer, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Good. Because I'm not going anywhere."

You could feel your heart clench. And with that, he tucked his head beneath your chin, arms tightening around your waist, and finally—finally—he stayed quiet.

Just the sound of his breathing.

And the beat of your heart catching up to his.

"I love you, Baby"

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I love you all as always my dearest Constellations,

[You're ■■ is...Free]