#heartpatterned

there's a huff of a noise, and baby rolls his eyes, his own words soon layered in a sweetness that could rot those fangs right out of the demon's head. the world may be different, but the dynamic always seems to be the same: baby is the cute one. romance can't out-sweet the cute one.

muscles  aching,  hyung-min  slips  through  the  crack  of  the  door  and  quietly  closes  it.  a  single  wound  in  his  side  stemming  from  a  hunter's  blade  drained  him  of  enough  power  to  leave  him  incapable  of  teleporting  far  from  namsan  tower.  the  glamor  of  his  human  appearance  lifted,  he  can't  find  it  within  himself  to  summon  it  once  more,  either.  so  he  snuck  through  the  city,  patterns  winding  around  his  limbs,  to  reach  this  building.  their  home,  dark  and  silent  and  cold.

but  someone  is  here.  the  mere  realization  is  enough  to  make  the  demon  freeze  in  the  hallway,  straining  his  ear  for  any  noise,  a  single  breath.  are  the  hunters  here,  waiting  for  any  potential  survivors?  or  perhaps. . .  no.  hyung-min  saw  mystery  and  abby  vanishing  into  a  flurry  of  petals  and  light.  jinu  is  gone  and,  frankly,  none  of  his  concern  anymore.  that  would  leave  romance  only,  and...  really,  how  high  are  the  chances  that  he  made  it  out  and  came  back  here,  same  as  him?  realistically,  none  of  them  should  have  made  it  out,  or  should  be  on  this  side  of  the  honmoon  in  the  first  place.

and  yet  there's  a  lurch  in  his  chest.  it  could  be  romance.  he  shouldn't  be  getting  his  hopes  up,  hyung-min  knows,  but  even  so...

a  deep  inhale,  then  he  strides  further  inside.  and  there  he  spots  him  ⸺  curled  up  on  the  floor,  so  very  unaware  that  it's  him  until  hyung-min  speaks.  he's  not  even  sure  what  he  said,  but  it  doesn't  matter.  within  a  split  second,  romance  is  suddenly  right  there,  holding  onto  him  with  an  expression  that  tells  hyung-min  that  he  must  have  believed  himself  to  be  the  lone  survivor  and  how  utterly  griefstruck  he  must  have  been.  romance's  nails  dig  into  him  for  but  a  moment,  and  hyung-min  doesn't  care,  because  this. . .  this  is  all  they  have  left  now,  isn't  it?  their  plan,  a  failure.  their  comrades,  gone.  the  illusion  of  control  and  a  future  is  fully  shattered,  so  now  they  can  only  cling  to  the  present.

before  romance  can  remove  himself  entirely,  ever mindful  of  his  boundaries  even  now,  clawed  hands  shoot  out  to  grasp  onto  his  wrists  tightly.  ❝  don't  ⸺  . . .  ❞  his  mouth  snaps  shut  ere  his  demand  slips  out  fully.  don't  let  go.  it  certainly  is  unlike  himself  to  hold  on  so  tightly,  to  want  to  be  held  just  as  tightly  in  return.  he  doesn't  know  if,  after  everything,  it  makes  sense,  all  these  contradictions  and  wants  and  fears,  but  right  now...

@heartpatterned asked: ‘ after i heard you sing, i couldn’t keep away. ’

It   does   give   him   pause.   Compliments   are   not   something   usual   to   hear,   and   his   voice,   as   much   as   it   was   a   gift,   he   saw   it   as   a   curse   for   it   was   the   reason   why   he   had   given   up   on   his   family   thinking   he   would   be   okay   pretending   they   didn't   exist.   "You   give   me   too   much   credit."   Voice   rough   around   the   edges   from   practice   and   singing,   mostly   to   himself   those   nights,   testing   out   for   their   big   plans   and   the   grand   scheme   of   it   all.   "Say   that   in   a   variety   show   and   everyone   will   go   wild   for   it."   It   is   a   jest   but   Jinu's   tone   does   little   to   hide   the   fact   he   is   rattled.

Even though he should've been completely healed by now, he felt exhausted all the time. So he took the chance then he crawled right up next to Romance and snuggled into him. With a low whine he gave the others hand a little squeeze.

Send me 💚 + a character name and I’ll give my thoughts on that ship!

I have already called Fox Husbands my beloved twice tonight, and there will be more of me going 😍over this ship cause I have more asks in my inbox from all 3 of the others ( @outfcxed, @heartpatterned, and @leadersaja) in this little polycule we have created. I am constantly taking a bite out of your muses because they are so dear to me and how much they all end up adoring each other in their own ways is so very important to me. But all three of them mean so much to Seo-jun. Even Jinu, who I think we have all agreed is the newest in the group because he let Ren pine after him for 400 years, is as dear to him as Ren and Deci are. He could not imagine his life without them. Ren gave him his name back, Deci gave him peace of mind that Ren would be safe and taken care of if anything happened to him, and Jinu gave him an outlet for a passion he didn't even realize he had until the Saja Boys came together.

@heartpatterned asked: "i don't think you're ready."

Oh   he   could   laugh.   And   he   almost   does,   but   only   a   scolf   comes   out   of   the   idol's   lips   and   a   gentle   roll   of   his   eyes,   mostly   frustrated   than   anything   else.   How   many   times   had   he   heard   those   words   from   everyone   around   him?   Starting   all   the   way   to   the   top   with   his   mother   and   then   executives   at   the   company   that   had   wanted   him   to   use   his   mother's   name   to   jumpstart   his   fame   and   his   group   .   They   suffered   the   consequences,   struggling   to   rise   but   they   are   finally   getting   to   the   top,   only   there   is   competition   now.