KPDH took over my life

Colliding Worlds

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Epilogue

Miss Romance Author Won't Fall in Love

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10

Oneshots

After 7 years and a completely new battery put in last year, my laptop is beyond it's last legs. The battery lasts 30 minutes max now, yes I need a new one but that's not cheap, even if it were secondhand

While I've been enjoying my job I am back to masking while in there or being in "work mode" so I am mentally drained by the end of the day, and I still have to actively watch my tone of voice at home because my voice without conscious effort sounds like I'm snapping (according to my parents). All I want to do when I get home is switch off my brain and do things that don't require me to think too much

A guy that started a month after me and sits next to me gives me the creeps so I'm on edge at work. I feel like I'm being unfair even though I don't treat him differently to the others (at least I try not to) but the air literally feels dead around him and I don't like it! If anyone has dealt with something like that, advice would be great.

Honestly the lack of interaction on posts is deflating, I noticed it towards the end of Colliding Worlds, and I get fandoms die off, but it is a bit of a letdown compared to when I started this blog

For the first time ever, the Saja Boys were actually invited to the home of Huntr/x. They still appeared in the middle of the living room in a cloud of pink smoke instead of using the door, but at least they were expected this time.

Zoey took one look at their faces and how they slumped onto the couch without so much as a word and decided coffee would be the preferred drink today. She sat five mugs on a tray with a bottle of milk straight from the fridge and the sugar bowl, unsure how any of them took their coffee – and realised she didn’t even know if caffeine worked on demons, but she was nearly done so they could just accept the drinks either way. The smell of coffee filled the air and summoned her bandmates from one of the other rooms, their own cups waiting on the worktop made exactly how they liked it. Tray placed on the coffee table for the boys, Zoey turned to go retrieve her own, only to find Mira standing there with it ready in her free hand. Gratefully accepting it, Zoey took a seat on the end of the couch next to Mystery, who silently nodded at her as he sipped his drink. Mira and Rumi opted for the chairs opposite the coffee table to face the boys directly.

But then they were all just sat there in silence.

No one said anything – no one wanted to be the first to say something.

Romance pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. They had two hours until they were supposed to meet with (Y/N) to try and help her with her writer’s block. He was more eager than most to do this because it would give him a chance to talk about her series so far; all the possible hints he had found in the third book, the foreshadowing, he was desperate to know how the story would wrap up in the final book! But if they couldn’t help her with her writer’s block there was no telling when the final book would be done! He looked pleadingly at Baby, sat on his left, trying to telepathically beg him to break the silence.

The long, loud sip of coffee he got in response left him confused on whether it worked or not, there was a strong chance Baby just wanted to make things even more uncomfortable.

“Okay,” Rumi finally released everyone from their socially awkward hell, “let’s just get straight to the point. You are still… demons, but you did help us stop Gwi-ma. We had a truce which mostly worked, even if you do like to drop in uninvited and try to provoke us. But now one of our dearest friends is involved.” A friend who they had been keeping as far away from the danger as possible for years now. A friend who helped them feel like they were more than idols, more than hunters, she helped them feel like people. Like they didn’t have to be perfect.

Some like Jinu and Romance were giving her their full attention; Mystery was still impossible to determine where he was looking or if listening, Abby kept looking around the room but for all Rumi knew he was trying to find any traps rigged up, it’s definitely something she would do if ever in their home. At the moment, Baby was the problem. His head was tilted back against the couch to stare at the ceiling, legs crossed and shaking his right foot uncomfortably close to the mug sat out for him which looked like it could be knocked over at any moment. There was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth as he clearly enjoyed distracting her and making her uncomfortable. Like the troublemaker in a classroom his antics were even starting to draw the attention of the others his way.

Until Mira slammed her fist down onto the table hard enough to make even one or two of the demons jump.

“For some unfathomable reason, (Y/N) want to be friends with you” just looking at Mira you could see the words left a bad taste in her mouth. Nose wrinkled, lips curling in a grimace. She kept drumming her long nails on the arm of her chair, like she was dying to jab them into something but was placating the urge with the furniture. “And you five are indulging this. I’ll say this once; if anything happens to her, and I’m talking she so much as chips her nail varnish around you, we will kill you.”

The room got eerily cold. Jinu risked looking away from Mira to the other two women, but their faces were completely blank. For the first time in centuries a shiver went down his spine as a primal fear hit – the hunters were very much serious, and the five demons were prey for once instead of predators. One of his hands pushed into the cushion beneath him to try and ground himself, only to feel something start to pulsate. All around the room, the shimmer of the honmoon appeared more vivid than it ever had before, waves of light passing through in time with the pulsing he felt under not only his hand but his entire body. He saw strands of it reaching up and coiling around the three women’s hands, yet no one else seemed to be seeing it, or at least not reacting to it. Baby’s left hand gently rested on his lower back, whether as a comforting gesture or to indicate he could see Jinu wasn’t himself, he didn’t know, but it was helping.

“Well with that out of the way – would anyone like a refill?” Zoey chimed in.

“Could I have decaf?” Jinu mumbled, his heart rate high enough he decided as the honmoon settled once more. Whatever answer he received, his brain didn’t process. All the possibilities of what he had just seen rattled around in his head. A hallucination? Trick of the light and a simultaneous small earthquake? Something the hunters did to intimidate them? He barely learned how the old honmoon worked so who knows what this new one could-

It's a new honmoon like a lightbulb went off above his head. Huntr/x created a new honmoon – which likely came with a whole bunch of surprises. Demons only knew the basics; it trapped them, especially Gwi-ma, it could be infiltrated in parts where it grew weaker, all that shit. But how much was known the original hunters? How much did Huntr/x know about the original hunters? Jinu felt a headache coming on as he realised they were likely in for a few more surprises. How much more complicated can things get?

More drinks made and placed down, Zoey returned to her seat, perching on the edge of the seat getting ready for her turn to speak, hoping to stick to the points her and her girls had went over the night before. Or, at least, the points they had settled on. Because talking about how to build trust with the boys led to complicated feelings and remembering what Celine taught them, and that made them think about Celine and when any of them had last spoken to her and that was upsetting Rumi. Which upset Zoey. And then Mira had to roll them both in blankets and get them water while they watched cute animal videos, and then she fell asleep on the couch but woke up in her bed.

Something about either Mira or Rumi carrying her to her room while she was asleep made something in her chest flutter – but that was an issue she would just have to put a pin in for now.

“We understand (Y/N) can make her own decisions – especially related to her career” she gently stirred her coffee as she spoke, eyes watching the dark liquid swirl with the spoon. “And while we would like to think you won’t do anything that could harm her after we agreed to a truce, your past actions aren’t simply erased.” She saw how Jinu flinched; how the corner of Mystery’s mouth turned downwards for a moment, and how the other three’s eyes seemed to go far away, to where she dreaded to think. How Zoey hoped one day her theory from that first day could be right – that (even if not in the beginning) the Saja Boys could be nice demons.

“So to build trust, we have a few ground rules. Like you can’t take anyone’s soul, obviously.”

“Really?” Baby rolled his eyes, voice dripping sarcasm, as if that hadn’t been one of the first things negotiated weeks ago so the hunters wouldn’t kill them. “Even the really bad people?” A loud slap bounced off the walls as Romance’s hand quickly covered his mouth, warning look shot his way. He chose not to push things any further for now – though the smirk on Mira’s face made that all the more difficult.

“And we’re going to be there today when you meet up with her – already offered our dance studio for the extra room to figure out the fight scenes” Rumi was quick to continue from where Zoey left off, not wanting to get sidetracked. “Obviously we don’t know how long it’s going to take her to get over her writer’s block and this isn’t a permanent solution. So whenever we can’t be there we will be keeping in touch with her – if she doesn’t answer her phone then we’re dropping everything to find out why.”

“I suppose that’s fair” Jinu said quietly, still a bit disoriented but not as shaken up as earlier. He heard Baby click his tongue, annoyed he was told to be here for this chat and likely fed up with the civilities. “So we continue to not take souls, and you supervise sometimes when we’re around (Y/N)… is there anything else?” He wished he had brought a notebook and pen to write these down, with all the fuss the night before none of them had thought to grab anything.

The thought of just vanishing here and now crossed his mind. All five of them could teleport to their flat, grab whatever necessities they needed and flee the city, or even the country. With social media they could keep tabs on Huntr/x and avoid them at every turn. Images of all five of them growing out long beards as they herded sheep on their own farm in some remote village in the mountains flickered past his eyes – how hard could it be? But then reality came crashing back down that whatever strings were pulled when they first came to the mortal world weren’t there anymore and holy shit, how in depth even are their documents? Do they have birth certificates? Passports? A bank account in any of their names? Jinu believed he may just age another century just making sure they had the bare minimum to pass as humans in their twenties.

“Be honest with your intentions” confused looks were thrown towards Rumi. “You said you’re trying to figure out how to be human, which (Y/N) might or might not be able to help you with. But if you decide you’re bored with her or you’re not learning anything then be honest.” One of Jinu’s dark eyebrows raised slightly as he saw how tightly Rumi clenched one fist, there was a reason this had to be said, but what was it? He thinks Mira might have grumbled something about turning up uninvited but that was simply expecting too much of them.

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The dance studio was immaculately clean and spacious, but also not as luxurious as the Saja Boys were expecting of their rivals. Mirrors installed along one long wall, shiny wood flooring, bright lights fixed into the wall angled strategically to prevent glare. No windows or glass panes in the door and a large fan set aside in one corner for when it got too hot. Private. Very private.

And slightly disappointing, they were expecting something far more extravagant.

Upon arrival, (Y/N) had barely had a moment to say hi before the trio of hunters pulled her aside and started “helping” her with her bags, setting a tote bag to one side which rustled with snacks held within (Baby at least perked up when he heard that) as well as a larger bag which unzipped to reveal some of the prop weapons she had shown them already. Pieces were screwed together to make spears. Half a dozen plastic daggers were lined up on the floor, in a neat line end to end against the wall. The idol trio’s cheery voices bounced loudly off the walls as they chattered to their friend.

But the author’s enthusiasm was far less.

She answered their questions yes, but there was no bright smile on her face, and almost no energy in comparison to her friends. There was even a brief moment when the trio all had their backs turned that it almost appeared (Y/N) was glowering at her friends. It made Jinu wonder if they had truly made up after the debacle the other day.

“You said you were just going to let us use the space to figure things out today” the woman bluntly stated, as the trio froze for a second, then slowly turned to look at her. “You three are supposed to be enjoying your break – what do you call this?” Slowly blinking at her, nervous laughs the only sound in the room as (Y/N) stared them down.

“Does watching the boys hit each other not count as a fun break activity?” Mira asked, waving at said men with one of the prop swords. “Because watching Abby and Romance get beat up sounds better than most of the stuff on TV to me.” A twitch at the corner of the author’s mouth betrayed her, letting her friends know she wasn’t truly angry. Trying to take the sword from her, Mira’s longer arm moved it away out of her reach, playfully waving it as laughter bubbled up and bounced off the walls and floor.

“How cute” sarcasm dripped from Baby’s voice as he rolled his eyes, turning away from the scene and started to riffle through the bag of snacks before anyone else could get to it, looking over each option carefully.