#huntrz

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An ambush. It was supposed to be a simple plan; wait until the Saja Girls are off the stage than boom! Attack! Teach them how its done, done, done.

But, of course they had to catch on to Huntrz's little scheme. Why? Because the universe likes watching them struggle. Now here they are, standing in the middle of the WOMAN'S bathhouse, for sure to be seen as Peeping Toms if anyone else saw them.

And they had a feeling that saying they only came in here chasing after a soul-sucking girl band wouldn't be a strong excuse.

"Wow, you really just ran into the Woman's bathhouse after us? What perverts."

Their leader, Jinu, taunts with a smug smirk, hand on hip as she tosses raven black locks over her shoulder.

"Of course they did. What happened to men being gentlemen? Guess they couldn't help but want to see demon boobies."

Baby, the band's "cute one", adds with a crude sneer as she leans against the shoulder of her stoic bandmante, Mystery.

"Should have guessed. Those two pervs are always staring at me."

Abby, their tall muscle mommy, remarks as an oddly convenient breeze of wind flutters the bottom fabric of her shirt, teasing the boys with the lustrous sight of underboob.

"Well- well- they were staring at us first!"

Zach responds as he gestures to Abby's bust, shaking his head as watermelon seeds litter the ground from his eyes. Miro also has to shake his head- and adjust his leather pants. ;)

Rumi groans at his friends' moment of weakness, slicing his glowing iridescent sword through the air as he targets Jinu, grunting when she nimbly dodges the blow.

The Saja Girls quickly split away in a sprint, leaving them to fight emerging water demons. Rumi chases after the Saja leader, abandoning his teammates to deal with the corrupt creatures.

"This would be a lot more helpful if Rumi was here!"

Zach grunts, kicking a water demon off his leg with a disgusted expression.

"Yeah, no fucking kidding."

Miro agrees, slaughtering three demons with a single spin of his spear, scowling at the spot where Rumi once was.

"Guess you could say he was too busy chasing panties! Get it? Because we are in a bathhouse. And its a dirty joke?"

Zach's jest earns him a swift smack on the upside of the head when Miro passes by, continuing the kill the bathhouse intruders.

After a successful ending of the fight, the Huntrz boys are panting and tired. But as Zach and Miro open their mouths to question what the fuck Rumi was thinking running off like that, a voice cuts through.

"Hey! What are you degenerates doing? This is the women's bathhouse! You darn kids!"

The swift apologize to the elderly lady, averting their eyes as they bow respectfully, slinking out of the bathhouse shamefully.

The Saja Girls: 1

M!Rumi x Jinu Part One

Contains: Hot men, really gay bitches, suggestive, cursing, insecurities, angst

Quick notes: There is some name changes.

Mira= Miro

Zoey= Zachery/Zach

Bobby= Bunny

Celine= Celestine

Ships included:

Zastery (Zach x Mystery)

Miromabby

Romabby

Zabby (Zach x Abby, but its more just flirting)

This gay enough for you @gnome-risovan?

Suggest listening to;

"Hey love" -Deep system

"Boys beware" -Mad Tsai

"Lovegame" Lady Gaga

"Oral fixation" -Scene Queen

"Lovesick in Public" -Zoe Ko

For gay vibing.

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Huntrz before had no trouble keeping the affection of their fans; they were hot guys with awesome songs and great personalities.

At least, until the Saja Boys ruined that. These past months, Huntrz has started to become more of a second choice for the fans.

The Honmoon seemed to create more weak spots it felt too with each stolen fan. Demons seemed to be crawling out all the damn time. It was chaos.

And that scared Rumi. He needed the Honmoon to seal. He needed his plan to work. He needed these damn marks to disappear. And no demon boy band would be getting in his way when he was so close.

Rumi had a shameful secret not even his friends knew; he was half demon. Half of the very thing he was suppose to slaughter. Each day, the marks seemed to spread like a parasite on his skin, threatening to consume him whole.

And now? They wrapped around his neck like a python, attempting to trap the one thing that gave him purpose; his voice.

Though, it got worse... how would they react if they knew their so-called leader was sneaking off in the middle of the night to see the man who was in charge of the enemy boy band they are supposed to be fighting?

Rumi tried to kill Jinu numerous times- hey, can you blame him? He was a demon! A emotionless, soul-sucking monster he was destined to slay since birth.

But... more recently, the Saja Boy leader was... becoming someone close to Rumi. Someone who initiated conflicting feelings- ones he wouldn't dare admit out loud.

What is wrong with him?

"The Honmoon is powered by the connections of souls. A connection created by you three make. The second you lose the fans is the second you have failed. So, no matter the stakes, keep the fans focused on you."

Rumi laid atop of his bed, staring up at the celing as Celestin's words loop on repeat, nagging him for a solution. His fingers tap rhythmically against his ribs, keeping him from spiraling into a ball of anxiety.

As much as he lov- enjoys Jinu's company and is "using" him, Rumi couldn't lie that his soul consuming pals and him were a walking safety concern. It seemed like each day that it was becoming harder for Huntrz to beat them in anything.

"Keep focus on you..." Rumi murmurs aloud, an idea beginning take form inside of Rumi's brain.

What do people love nothing more to watch? Drama. Scandal. Taboo. And what better way to be in a drama than create it? He has all the ingredients at the tips of his fingers after all!

It would not only bring attention back to them, but also not make the others jealous of Rumi and Jinu's... close familiarity with one another.

Rumi shook away that last thought, a mischievous smirk tugging on his lips as he arose from the mattress. The only issue now is telling his friends.

Rumi practically stumbled out of his room, skidding around corners before finding Miro and Zach settled on the couch, watching TV while eating breakfast.

Unbrushed bed hair stuck out in all directions, movements were sluggish, and their mumbled comments to each other were gravelly from sleep.

Poor things just wanted a peaceful morning before getting ready for the day of non-stop responsibilities. Too bad Rumi was about to ruin that.

"Sooooo, I've been thinking."

"Hm, that's dangerous."

"shut up, Miro. Anyway, I've been thinking about the situation with the fans. As much as I hate to admit it, the Saja Boys are stealing them away from us. And we all know what that could mean for their safety. And I know we are all tired of killing demons at 2 in the morning. So, I have a plan."

"oh! Oh! Oh! Really? does it involve contacting real life ninjas? Because that is my plan! Or we'll, one of them. I have twenty so far, but the ninja one is my favorite!"

"first off, where would we even get ninjas, Zach? Second, what would ninjas even do? They wouldn't be able to kill a demon with a karate chop."

Zach pouts at Miro logical debunktion, sticking his tongue out childishly before devouring another bite of Frosted Flakes cereal.

"... as I was saying, I have a plan. But, I have a feeling you won't like it. And by 'you', I mean Miro."

"Huh? Why won't I like it? It's not like you are going to suggest we bang the Saja Boys, right?"

"... well, technically no, but also not too far off from what I am going to suggest."

"Rumi!? What the fuck does that mean!?"

"Calm down! I merely suggesting that we toy with them back. In public. For the fans. To create internet drama. Come on, its a great idea! Plus, the Romance guy is always flirting with you, and Zach is obviously drooling over Mystery half of the time."

Zach shuts off his phone with a guilty grin, almost definitely trying to hide the Mystery thirst traps he no doubt had been watching.

"So, why not play into it? What do fans love more than drama? Romantical drama. They will gobble it up. So, unless you have a better course of action, we are going with my plan."

"Plus they are super hot, Miro!"

Zach's add-on earns him a smack on the back of the head from Miro, the hot pink haired choreographer clearly unhappy with this scheme.

But, with a tired sigh and cross of his arms, he reluctantly nods his head in agreement.

"Fine, we'll go with your stupid ploy. But, the second we are in the clear, I am beating your ass."

Rumi laughs sheepishly, unsure if he is joking or not. Though, he has a strong feel it is the latter.

"I personally love this idea! It'll boost our ratings for sure!"

A familar voice exclaims in a chipper tone from the hallway, accompanied by the sound of footsteps approaching.

Bunny walks over, phone in hand and green clay mask covering the cute chub of her face. She already getting to work despite the early morning hour.

The boys had been so caught up in conversation, they hadn't noticed their manager use the elevator.

"Oh, hey, Bunny."

They greet in unison, surprise melting away as the voluptuous woman's fingers tap furiously against the screen of her phone, smile as wide as a kid given five slices of cake.

"I was listening in on Rumi's idea and I love it! I am currently making some new arrangements for our modeling session with Vague today. I'm gonna pull some strings and get us a Saja and Huntrz modeling collab! Let's create a scandal!"

Rumi and Zachary cheer along with Bunny, high fiving while Miro groans in annoyance. It was going to be quite the day.

With Bunny's astounding managing/debating skills, the Huntrz x Saja Boys Vague collab was ready within a couple of hours. It's incredible what she could do.

Now they were getting ready by changing into their first outfits of the shoot before it started, the three split up unevenly as Miro and Zach shared a dressing room.

The loud chatter of Zach and Miro was muffled through the walls of Rumi's personal room. His head titled back with a sigh, the crushing feeling of loneliness in the vast silence of the room swallowing him up.

He stood shirtless in front of the vanity desk, outfit neatly folded atop the wooden surface patiently. The lights are off as purple patterns illuminate the tenebrous of the room, a reminder of the dishonor of his existence.

He longed to be able to wear short sleeves without fear. Heck, he wished he could go to the bathroom house without the anxiety of harsh rejection from those closest to him.

But, until the marks are gone, he is nothing more than a mistake in need of fixing.

"You got this. You are Rumi; super hot idol who is everyone's type. It's just some flirting and modeling. No big deal."

His attempt at a pep talk is as pathetic as his attempt of a smile in the reflection of the mirror. A groan emerges from his throat as a hand drags down his face in annoyance.

"Wow. I thought my self esteem was low, but that was just a whole different level of sad."

Rumi's head turns the direction of the taunt, holy sword materializing in his hand.

"Do you ever knock? Or were you hoping to catch me changing, pervert?"

His words hold a sharp sardonic edge, blade lifting in a threatening manner. But Jinu merely raises his hands in a peaceful gesture, keeping the distance.

"Granted that would have been a bonus to see, but no, I wasn't planning on seeing a show. Though, looks like I am already getting a sneak peak."

His smirk is prideful until Rumi levels the tip of his sword at his throat.

"Fine, jeez. You cant take a joke."

"How'd you get in my room? You didnt even open the door."

"Um, teleporting?" As if to prove a point, he disappears in a haze of pink smoke, putting Rumi into a defensive stance.

"You know, a demon thing?"

The words are murmured right against the shell of his ear, Jinu's finger tracing a singular pattern on the crook of his shoulder, teleporting away once more as Rumi swings at him.

"But anyway, thats not why I am here. I was just coming here to express my hurt feelings on you not returning my postcards. Durpy is starting to feel a tad rejected."

His lips curl into a mock sulk, but the glint of amusment in the gold of his eyes give him away.

"I don't visit demons. I am a hunter."

"A hunter who is part demon. A hunter who is lying to his friends. Come on, lets cut out this hypocritical nonsense and kiss already."

Jinu's flirt is met with a warning slash of Rumi's blade, dodging by the skin of his teeth.

"Will you stop doing that already?"

Jinu huffs, knocking Rumi off of his feet with a sweep on his leg, the holy weapon disappearing as Rumi lands unelegantly on his backside.

"Hey! Not cool!"

"Not cool? You were just threatening me!"

"Well, duh. You are a demon, asshole. One getting on my nerves."

"Oh my god, will you stop using that excuse? I might start thinking you hate me or something."

Jinu grips Rumi's forearm, yanking him up back up onto his feet with a bit more force than needed.

"Well, I am suppose to-"

"But you dont."

Jinu grins, pleased with himself like a fat, pampered cat. Rumi's eyes roll, though the tips of his ears redden.

"Shut up, Saja."

Rumi turns his back to Jinu, reaching over to the once forgotten stack of clothes he is supposed to have been changing into.

"Make me, Huntrz."

Jinu responds, kissing a pattern on his shoulder, grinning against his skin as Rumi jerks forward.

Intimacy was something Rumi had been taught to fear, especially the physical kind. He had always kept others at arm's length, even his friends at moments.

But, with Jinu... he saw him and understood him. Intimacy was something Jinu had slowly began to build up, testing waters and creating boundaries, but Rumi was still scared.

Scared of the part of him Jinu said was beautiful.

"Jinu-" Rumi' words turn to ash on his tongue as the heat of Jinu's touch began to consume him in a building fire of desire, his fingertips reverently tracing the lines of markings, as if handling the finest china set.

Rumi's loins were a furnace and Jinu's touch was the coal. His breath shuddered as Jinu's hand traveled lower... and lower...

Knock! Knock!

"Rumi? Almost done in there? We are almost ready to start the shoot!"

The neurotic voice of Bunny brought Rumi back into the situation he was currently in, feeling like a high schooler smuggling contraband into the bathroom. Jinu teleported away once more, but not without a parting kiss upon the nape of his neck.

"Stupid fucking Saja Boy..." Rumi grumbles, rushing to put on his articles of clothes in a huff. With one last quick check in the mirror, Rumi swings up the door open with an innocent expression- almost too innocent.

"I'm done. Zach and Miro done?"

"Miro is trying to help Zach- he got his hair stuck in a fan; don't ask. I tried to help, but they told me to check on you."

Bunny nibbles on the tip of her thumbnail, body shifting restlessly with nervous energy. Rumi places a sympathetic hand atop the manager's shoulder, emphasizing with her worry.

"You should go sit down at the set. Get some water and relax. We'll be out there in a moment."

Bunny opens her mouth to argue, but shuts it with a nod, walking off in the direction of the modeling set.