In my KPDH era

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They broke away from the rest of the group once inside, slipping into Abby’s bedroom with all the discretion of a couple of schoolboys that had been out drinking. But Abby didn’t join him on the bed right away; he nodded to his attached bathroom, said, “Just gonna wash up. I did a bunch of push-ups for those old ladies earlier,” and grabbed a towel from his nightstand, heading inside.  Which was fine by Jinu, because it would give him a moment to sink into the bed and inhale the lingering scent of Abby on his bedding. Not the scent of him swathed in the deodorant and perfumes he dabbed on before they left the suite, a concoction to catch the nose as well as hearts of their fans, but the scent that gathered on his nape after a long performance, the scent that glued itself to his skin after he’d been sufficiently fucked. A scent only Jinu was privy to.

Jinu smells something on Abby's pillow that shouldn't be there.

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He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a wave of black hair and a narrow face. His eyes were darker than Abby’s own, almost black. He was... handsome, which Abby acknowledged with reluctance.  “Hello,” said the man, casually stepping forward with his hands in his pockets. He looked like he’d walked right off a fashion walkway in that snappy three-piece suit. “You must be Abby.” “Uh, yeah,” he said, the words feeling like rocks in his mouth, clumsy. He swallowed and offered a lopsided smile. “You got the right room. Not like there’s any other omegas sitting around, waiting for visitors.”  The alpha stared at him, which made Abby feel as though he’d stuck his foot in his mouth.  “Suppose you’re right,” said the alpha, laughing lightly, which soothed Abby’s nerves somewhat. The man dropped to his haunches in front of Abby, his arms draped over his knees. “My name’s Jinu. You might’ve heard of me, since I’ve worked for Gwi-Ma.”

Gwi-Ma prepares to sell Abby to the highest bidder, and Abby anticipates a mate who will value him only for his pedigree and birthing capability. Instead, he gets Jinu.

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Behind him, that long, fluffy tail of Abby’s swayed. He glanced past Jinu, into the living room, where the other Saja had gathered to furtively stare at them. They immediately pretended to be doing something else when Abby looked back. “You aren’t going to be weird about this, are you?” Abby asked, absentmindedly curling his tail around his own hip.  “No,” Jinu squeaked, and he hated himself so, so much for that. “You just have a tail and ears now. That’s fine. It doesn’t change anything.”

Some rare omegas present with physical animal attributes, such as ears and tails. Abby is unlucky enough to be one of those omegas. Jinu, meanwhile, can't stop putting his foot in his mouth.

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The first time he’d seen one of those holes, he hadn’t known what it was for. And Baby had helpfully filled him in while trying and failing to clean alcohol off of his hoodie and pants with tap water, “That’s where you get sucked off.” “Sucked off?” he said, unfamiliar with the euphemism - then it’d hit him, and his entire face had lit up like a firecracker. Not out of disgust, but intrigue.

Baby introduces Abby to glory holes. He proceeds to be a massive, unrepentant slut about it.

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As they closed in on the final chorus, Abby's eyes slid across to Baby and Jinu, to Mystery and Romance, seized by the need to look at them one last time before the curtain call. They were about to win, get everything they wanted, and his heart was fluttering in him like a trapped bird, like it knew something he didn't. 

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The man looked up at the sound of his approach, and Abby was stunned -  He was handsome, his face smooth and well-sculpted, his eyebrows manicured and framing a pair of dark eyes, and his soft curtain of black hair perfectly styled. A faint smile curved at his mouth, practised but not unfriendly, revealing just enough warmth to make Abby’s chest lurch. This man needed a sugar baby? He looked like the sort of person people would pay to be able to drop to their knees and call him daddy. Abby had been bracing himself for a middle-aged businessman with thinning hair and a beer gut, not - this.

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“I don’t believe you,” said Jinu, and then, low and scathing, “What if I decided to replace you? Why should I keep around someone who endangers my entire plan?” Abby’s pulse skipped in his throat. He knew Jinu was just trying to frighten him into compliance, but it was still an evocative threat. “I don’t,” he began slowly. “Think you can do that.” “Is that right?” Jinu’s voice was glacial, his expression hardened beyond anything Abby had ever seen. Whatever whisper of compassion still existed in him had been extinguished by the cruelty of Gwi-Ma’s correction, at least for the moment. A recalibration of his morals - remember what you are.

Abby makes a choice that brings down the reputation of the Saja Boys; Gwi-Ma is furious, and Jinu is the one left to correct his behaviour.

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Stress was a constant among demons - usually a low, simmering presence at the back of their mind, a pressure that never ceased. The quiet, gnawing knowledge of their situation and how truly fucked they were because of it. The only demons impervious to it were those that had already been wiped clean, empty shells puppeted by Gwi-Ma, and no one sought that reprieve; it was just the inevitable endpoint for those who couldn’t endure. So they all learned to deal with their reality in their own ways. Determination and withdrawal, scheming and cruelty, any and all emotional outlets, anything to make them feel a little more secure. 

Abby deals with stress through self-harm, so the other Saja find a different way for him to alleviate his stress.