#demonidol

there's  cold  spreading  throughout  his  entire  body  when  hyung-min  spots  jinu  for  the  first  time  weeks  after  namsan  tower.  his  palms  tingle  as  he  curls  them  into  fists.  the  hurt  is  still  fresh,  the  fear  of  the  hunters  coming  after  him  ever  present.  and,  really,  it's  all  jinu's  fault,  isn't  it?  dragging  them  to  the  surface,  having  them  dance  and  perform  before  nixing  their  plans,  risking  their  deaths.  and  he  doesn't  understand  why.

fury  boils  in  chest  merely  thinking  about  it.  he  should  leave.  ignore  jinu,  move  on,  avoid  him.  yet  he  doesn't.  push  and  pull.  escape  and  confrontation.  hyung-min  tails  the  other  demon,  following  him  into  an  alleyway.  perhaps  jinu  is  aware  of  his  presence,  perhaps  not  ⸺  it  matters  not.  however,  the  moment  there  are  no  people  around  them,  hyung-min  darts  forward.  crowds  him  against  a  wall  and  presses  his  forearm  against  his  throat,  patterns  dancing  across  his  skin.

“You  and  your  little  rats  aren’t  doing  much,  are  you?  Ahhh,  Jinuuuu…You’re  not  gonna  get  those  memories  cleared  at  this  rate.  Especially  if  you  keep  sneaking  off  with  that  hunter  girl…~”

// @demonidol | starter.

the adrenaline and the happiness she felt when gwi-ma was defeated and the honmoon restored finally dissipated. now rumi was left with the aftermath as she was backstage trying to piece herself back together. all she could see was jinu dissolving in front of her to save her over and over again. “you gave me my soul back and now i give it to you.” those were jinu’s last words and she can feel there’s something different inside her, but she didn’t want to think about that too hard right now. she shouldn’t feel this broken, he was a demon after all. but jinu was different, he was more like her than a typical demon. maybe that’s what had scared her about him. there was so much noise in her head, jinu had just died to save everyone and the world was still going on. she wanted to scream, but instead tears flooded her eyes and wouldn’t stop falling down her face.

she felt someone stand in front of her, but she didn’t even have it in her to look up. she can only assume it’s mira or zoey checking in on her. then she felt a loose strand of hair being moved and the fingers definitely didn’t belong to her friends nor did the voice that spoke. she shook her head, it was impossible for him to be here. remnants of the cheering crowd outside died down. then her eyes met jinu’s and there was silence, except for the sound of her racing heart. she swore she could hear his too.

MY BABY 🥰🥰🥰 i love you more than the amount of stars in the night sky. and...

@demonidol

it wasn’t unusual for periods to be a few days late, so initially rumi didn’t panic. then a week had gone by and the nerves started setting in. she convinced herself it was fine, it’s happened before; she’ll start a week late and be on a new schedule for her cycle. but now it was nearing the end of the second week and still no period. she checked the period tracker app on her phone religiously for the past week, trying to see if she mistakenly put in the wrong dates last month. if she was pregnant there were multiple things to consider; huntrix, the general public knowing, celine’s reaction, and jinu. though out of everything, jinu was the least she was worried about. he wouldn’t abandon her and even if he wanted to he technically can’t considering she has his soul.

a new place - a familiar place, as they often are - and baby, of course, makes a beeline for a familiar penthouse. lucky for him, things are similar enough here that even the bedrooms have the same layout.. and occupants. ever so stealthy, the cat demon had slipped through a window unheard, and after... not very much deliberation, actually, decided jinu's room would be the one to snoop in. it was late, after all, and he'd be sleeping.

but then the door opens suddenly, and big golden eyes stare up at the owner of the room - and closet - himself, tail flicking slightly as he slowly finishes chewing on whatever he'd found.