#jinu fluff

“don’t you think you’re being petty?” he asks. you say nothing, flipping a page louder than necessary to get the point across. i’m ignoring you. 

jinu sighs. “you know, you’re gonna have to come out of there eventually. i won’t bother you.” 

another page flipped.  

jinu throws his hands up in surrender. “fine! be that way.” 

you scoff at his lack of effort as he walks away, but you didn’t bother replying to him as you continued to read your book. 

hours passed and there was no sign of jinu, a part of you couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the fact that jinu kept his word and didn’t bother you. 

you swallowed, cringing at how dry your throat feels, looking around the living room, you see no sign of your demon boyfriend. surely, you can grab a glass of water and get back in your circle to finish your book.

you step carefully over the circle, making sure that your step makes no sound and that the salt stays in place. 

you let out a sigh in relief, only to scream in shock once a dark mist appears and a hand pulls you into a warm body. 

“hi there, sweetheart.” jinu whispers sweetly into your ear. you thrash against his hold, trying to pull away but you were no match for his inhumane strength as he had the audacity to laugh at your attempts. 

when you calmed down, jinu turned you around to face him, smirking at the pout on your face. 

“are you ready to talk now?” he asks. you shake your head slightly. “there’s nothing to talk about, jinu.”

“that can’t be right.” he clicks his tongue. “my sweetheart is mad at me. i want to fix things.”

jinu places a finger under your chin and tilts it up to face him. “let’s fix this, please?” 

you relent, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. 

“i really… didn’t appreciate you leaning close to rumi like that.” you say quietly, almost as if you dreaded what he would say. you expected him to call you overdramatic, that it didn’t mean anything or that you were blowing things out of proportion. 

“i see.” jinu replies, pulling you closer to his chest. “i’m sorry. i’ll do better. i should’ve thought how you would feel.” huh?

you pull away to see jinu looking at you with a serious expression. 

“i won’t do it again, promise.” you couldn’t find the words to say as you let him whisk you onto the couch. 

“can you promise me something too?” 

“what?”

“let me know when you need assurance. there’s only ever you for me.” 

abby: 

you and abby were in a standstill. you expressed displeasure about how his fans were too touchy and that he should establish a boundary between them because his body was yours to touch, not theirs. abby only patted your head and called you cute but did nothing to address your concerns and that irked you off. 

“baby, you aren’t serious right?” 

“yes i am.” you say as you cross your arms, sitting in your circle of salt, glaring at your boyfriend who looked like he wanted to cry. 

“all because a few randoms flirted with me? baby you know you’re the only one for me.” the way he brushes off your reason for being pissed off only serves to piss you off even more. 

you rolled your eyes, even going as far as to turn your back on him, huffing. 

a groan escapes abby’s lips. “babe, come on you can’t be serious.” you say nothing. 

“fine! be that way, let’s see who cracks first.” he says, sitting down on the couch and crossing his arms, staring straight at you as if he were challenging you. 

it was on. 

you spent the next hour on your phone, quickly liking then scrolling away angrily whenever a fanedit of your boyfriend appears on your feed. 

you didn’t spare him a glance but you were aware that he was still sitting on the couch behind you. your ass was starting to hurt from sitting on the ground. why couldn’t you have drawn your ring of salt around the couch instead? you think to yourself, almost wanting to get out of your circle just to stretch your legs. 

a sound almost resembling a whine interrupts your thoughts, you pivot slightly to see abby looking at you with a frown on his face. 

“are you seriously still mad?” the sad lilt in his voice made your body turn back around to completely face him. 

“you’re already cracking?” you couldn’t help but challenge him, a brow raised as your lover downright pouts. 

“babe, do you know how hard it is to have you so close to me but i can’t hold you?” 

“and whose fault is that?” you countered, crossing your arms. abby stands up and rounds the circle. 

“mine, sure. whatever, but please, let me hold you? we can talk about it more but i really need to hold you right now.” abby puts out his hand, a sad expression on his face as he waits for your response. 

“i’ll do better.” 

with a sigh, you reach out, your hand pushing through the salt ring’s barrier. abby immediately pulls you away from the damned circle, causing a yelp to escape your lips.

you were immediately greeted by a hard chest and abby’s face nuzzling into your neck. 

“‘m sorry babe! i know it’s hard to have a boyfriend who’s so hot that people just wanna touch his abs all the time–” you cut him off with you trying to pull his arms away from your form.

“let me go!” but there was no real bite behind your words.

“no, but in all seriousness. i’ll put a boundary between me and my fans.” he says, staring right into your eyes with an expression of sincerity. 

“i’d even put a boundary between me and the other saja boys if that’d mean you’d never put a boundary between us again.” 

you soften slightly, your hands patting his arms, which only causes him to hold you tighter. 

“you mean it?” you asked, pulling away from him to cup his face in your hands. abby nods, determined. 

“even jinu?” 

“well…”

“abby!”

“i’m kidding!”

the two of you shared a laugh over it, and your boyfriend kept his word. he put a boundary with his fans immediately when he had an event. 

he’d rather not touch anyone ever again than have you put space between the two of you again. 

romance: 

“oh?” the pink haired man asked, a smirk on his face as he crossed his arm and looks at the circle that was drawn around the couch. 

“and what have i done to warrant such a violent response from my lover?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, a frown on his face. 

“oh, are you talking to me? or the throw pillow beside me?” you answer sarcastically. romance sighs as he walks over to you, his hand reaching out only for him to hiss as the salt barrier burns him. 

“it hurts.” 

you roll your eyes. “good. i need space.” 

romance bites back a smirk, you were so adorable in his eyes that he couldn’t take the frown that was on your face seriously. 

“my love are you not aware? distance is only but a means to test how far our love can travel” he places a hand to his chest. “and it hurts me to see you intentionally test our unconditional love.” he sighs dramatically, but you weren’t in the mood.

“do you say this to all the people in your life or am i just lucky?” romance’s brows furrowed in confusion as you don’t play along with him. . 

you say nothing as you swiped on your phone and threw it in his direction, your phone hitting him square on the chest. romance takes a look on the screen and sees a gossip blog about him and a huntrix member, the focal point was the fancam of him smirking at her and placing his chin on his hand that was propped on the table. 

‘saja boys’ romance… romancing with huntrix’s mira?!’ the article read. 

romance takes another look at you who refused to meet his eyes, a small pout on your face as you hugged a throw pillow to your chest. 

“lover…” romance trails off. you flick your head to the side. “i really don’t wanna talk to you right now, romance.”

he didn’t think about how his actions would reflect the media, his intentions were only to piss the huntrix member off but it seemed like oblivious fans took it out of context. 

“i know that you’re flirty but i thought it was only for me.” you say quietly, still not looking at him. romance frowns, feeling his heart drop to his stomach as you remain saddened by his actions. “it sucks i have other people to share with when it comes to your affection.”

“my love—” romance kneels in front of the couch, a frown on his face as he reaches for you, baring his teeth as the circle burns his skin. 

“rome, what are you doing?!” 

“trying to reach you, my love.” he says, hissing out his words as you can see the layers of his skin peel, against better judgment, you swipe away at the salt, your lover almost falling face first into the sofa. 

“let me see that.” you say, grabbing his hand, clicking your tongue as you examined the burns. 

almost in a flash, romance’s skin goes back to normal in front of your very eyes and before you could react, you feel romance intertwine his hand with yours, his other one coming to sandwich your hand between his. 

“my lover…” romance trails off, “i apologize for making you feel that way. it was never my intention.” you still wouldn’t look at him. romance, still kneeling, places a kiss on your hand. 

“you are the only one to receive the highest severity of my affections. i’m sorry for making you doubt that. thank you for letting me know.” he says as he places another tender kiss on your knuckles, his lips staying on your skin for longer. 

“let me make it up to you?” 

before you could even respond, he whisks you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom, wrapping you in your fluffy blankets and playing your comfort show as he cuddles you on the bed. 

he’d spend his entire lifetime just to show you that only you mattered to him.

mystery: 

something about your boyfriend is that he is feral. almost like a rabid dog if you’re being honest. but all rabid dogs eventually soften up and become affectionate to their owners, and it was no doubt that mystery fell into that category, he hated other people but he loved being around you. 

however, he shows his love in the form of biting. and (un)fortunately for you, your skin became his favorite chew toy. 

your skin became a canvas showcasing different shades of red, blue and purple, teeth indents scattered around from your arm, to your thighs even on your cheeks. 

you can barely move without any soreness, and you can’t even be mad. you loved mystery and you loved that he loved you just as equally. 

but your body needs a break. you fear that your skin might actually not recover. and it wasn’t as if you haven’t asked your boyfriend nicely. in fact, the fact that they’re just bruises instead of teeth indents was already an improvement. 

you just needed a break.  

the saja boys arrived back home after a fansigning event, mystery headed straight to his room, where you were in so that he could recharge, only for him to literally fall on his knees as he sees you sleeping on the couch, a ring of salt drawn around it. 

you were awoken to a whimper. your bleary eyes blinked to see your boyfriend with a pout on his face as his eyes were trained to you. 

“why are you doing this?” you unconsciously pout at the sad tone mystery uses. 

“myst, come on. my skin needs a break! there’s more bruises than skin.” you say as you gestured to your arms. 

“you know, people would think you’re hurting me.” you say in passing and you can see mystery tense up. 

“i would never hurt y—” “i know!” you cut him off, “but walking around with these marks would make people think otherwise.” 

“but… that’s my way to show you affection. i love seeing my marks on you.” if mystery were to hypothetically have dog ears, it would be flat against his head right now as he looks at you with a sad expression. 

you bit your lip, feeling your resolve chip away as you can see the distance between the two of you affect him. 

before you could even think of an appropriate response, mystery hisses as he forces his way in the ring of salt. 

“mystery!” you say, moving to break it but mystery snarls at you. “no, i need to know the pain my bites bring you.” 

“mystery, your bite only stays for a few days, i don’t need you burning yourself alive for me!” you say as you swiped away the salt, taking mystery in your arms as you tried soothing the burn on his skin. 

mystery’s lips tremble. “so… i’m not allowed to bite you anymore?” 

you part his bangs, placing a kiss on his forehead, thinking of a compromise. 

“how about… whenever you bite me, i bite back? that way, you can feel ” mystery’s head perks up, a small smile forming on his face as he gives you a curt nod. 

you moved first, placing a gentle bite on his arm, mystery purrs happily before he chomps down on yours. 

“myst, too hard!” 

“..sorry.”

needless to say, there was work that needed to be done but the marks on your skin noticeably lessened. 

 baby: 

you knew that baby rarely showed his affection and that the fact that you were his lover should’ve been enough. but lately, it felt like you were the only one exerting effort in your relationship and it was beginning to take a toll on you. 

you decided on giving him the same treatment back. 

you barely brushed a kiss on his cheek, you don't hug him back when he hugs you goodbye and you even resorted to sleeping in the guest room. 

baby thought nothing of it, in fact, when you fall asleep, he sneaks in the guest room to drape an arm on your waist and hold you. but you don’t realize it as he wakes up and leaves before you. 

you weren’t getting the point across. actually, baby thought your avoidant ways were adorable.

you needed to change your ways and do something even more drastic. 

the saja boys just finished a grueling dance practice and baby wanted nothing to do but rest in your arms, maybe even ask how your day has been. 

he was well aware that he was putting strain on your relationship by not giving the effort you deserved. he knows that his upcoming comeback was no excuse. but today marked the last day before the comeback’s release, the group was given a week to recuperate before promotions, and baby knew that he’d spend all ten thousand and eighty minutes glued to you, but who was counting? 

he clicks his tongue as he enters the room, seeing a ring of salt around the bed where you lay, scrolling through your phone. 

“this is how we’re playing now?” baby asked, you looked up, staring straight at him, voice monotone as you responded. 

“go away, baby.” 

the blue haired demon only smirks as he rounds the bed, toeing slightly at the salt ring, chuckling as his boot sizzles against it. 

“really? where’d you get this technique, the dark web?” he says sarcastically. “are you planning to exorcise me in my sleep too?”

you huff, crossing your arms. 

“it’s keeping you away, so it’s working even if you make fun of me!” 

“what brought this on, sweetheart?”

“dunno.” you answered, lying down and turning away from him. “go away.”

baby stays quiet, too quiet that you didn’t even know if he was still in the room, but you didn’t wanna turn and check if he’s still inside the room. 

you sigh sadly to yourself, you didn’t even know where this back and forth was going because it was obvious to you that baby didn’t see what was wrong and why you were acting that way. 

“hey.” you let out a screech as arms wrap around your waist, turning you around and pulling you flush against your boyfriend’s chest. 

“w-wh— how? what?” you sputtered out your words as baby smiles mischievously. 

“the thing about salt rings is that… there’s always gonna be a portion that’s drawn thinly.” he says as he gestures towards the foot of the bed. 

“seems like you overlooked that, babe.” you clicked your tongue but went limp in his hold nonetheless. 

“now,“ baby starts. “do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing on your skin. you don’t face him as you answer. 

“i felt like i was being neglected by you.” you say, voice  barely above a whisper. “and i didn’t know how to bring it up because you were always so busy and–” baby cuts you off with a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“‘m sorry.” he says, voice matching yours. “it was unfair to you, i know. i’ll do better.” you couldn’t shake the sincerity from his voice as he forces you to look at his golden eyes. 

“you’re always welcome to talk to me, i’ll make time for you, always, okay?” he presses a kiss on your chin, “i’m sorry.” a kiss on your cheek. 

“i’ll do better.” another kiss on your forehead. 

“i don’t deserve you.” finally, a kiss on your lips. you reciprocate, not knowing that tears were slowly slipping from your closed eyes. 

you didn’t realize that you were overthinking for nothing and that you didn’t need to go to such lengths, but baby understands. baby made an oath to himself to never make you feel this way again.

he promises to never be the cause of your tears ever again. 

the blood moon had risen like a pulse in the sky—huge and glowing, casting an eerie crimson wash over the mountains. the air buzzed with a strange, sharp tension, like the world itself was holding its breath.

jinu had been quiet the whole day.

too quiet.

he stood now by the window, shirtless, his back tense, eyes glowing faintly as the light of the blood moon bathed his bare skin. you watched him from the bed, your heart thudding at how still he was—like a predator scenting something just out of reach.

“jinu?” your voice came out softer than you meant it to.

he turned slowly.

his gaze pinned you to the sheets.

gone was your sweet, playful jinu. the one who kissed you good morning and carried you when you were too tired to walk. the man in front of you now was something else. all saja were different during blood moons—more primal, more instinct-driven—but jinu had always resisted it.

until tonight.

“it’s getting harder to hold back,” he said, voice rough, like it scraped against his throat. “i can smell you. feel you. need you.”

you swallowed, body already responding to the low growl in his voice. “then don’t hold back.”

in an instant, he was on you.

his mouth crashed against yours, tongue demanding, claiming. his hands tore the sheets away, fingers already pulling at your clothes with an urgency that left your skin buzzing. he didn’t undress you gently—he didn’t have the patience for that right now.

you were bare before him in seconds, gasping as the cold air kissed your skin—right before he did.

jinu kissed down your throat, biting just hard enough to make your hips jerk beneath him. his hands pinned your wrists above your head as he growled into your skin, “you smell like everything i’ve ever wanted.”

you writhed under him, thighs parting instinctively, the heat between them pulsing like a heartbeat. he moved down your body, tongue flicking across a nipple before his mouth fully closed over it—sucking, teasing, driving you insane.

“please—” you whispered, not even sure what you were begging for.

“say it,” he growled.

“i want you. i want you inside me.”

he didn’t need more.

jinu knelt between your legs, gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise as he lowered himself and ran his tongue through your soaked folds. you moaned loudly, back arching off the mattress as he devoured you—no slow build, no gentle licks. he was starving, and you were the only thing that could satisfy the burn in his blood.

his tongue circled your clit again and again, then dipped deep inside you, tasting your arousal like it was the only thing keeping him sane. when your legs started shaking, he pulled away, breathing heavily, eyes glowing brighter than before.

“you’re ready,” he rasped. “i can’t wait any longer.”

he positioned himself above you, and then he thrust inside with one deep, brutal stroke.

you cried out, fingers clawing at his shoulders as your body struggled to stretch around the sheer size of him. he was big—always had been—but like this? during the blood moon? he felt impossibly thick, impossibly deep.

“so tight,” he groaned, teeth clenched as he pulled back and slammed into you again. “fuck, you’re made for me.”

you couldn’t speak.

you could barely breathe.

he moved fast and hard, hips slamming into yours, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. each thrust knocked the air from your lungs, your body already spiraling toward release from the overstimulation, from the rough drag of his cock against your walls, from the way his fingers gripped your hips like he’d never let go.

“more—please—don’t stop—” you sobbed in pleasure.

“i can’t stop,” he growled, voice thick.

“not until i’ve filled you.” thrust.

“marked you.” thrust.

“claimed you again and again.”

his thumb found your clit and rubbed tight, fast circles that sent your mind into oblivion. you came hard around him, body clenching so tight he cursed, hips jerking erratically as he followed—spilling deep inside you with a low, feral groan.

but he didn’t stop.

his cock barely softened before he was thrusting again—dragging your limp legs over his shoulders this time, bending you in half so he could go deeper. sweat dripped from his skin onto yours, and his eyes never left your face.

“i need more,” he growled.

“don’t you dare pass out on me.”

you were dizzy, overwhelmed, but your body burned for him.

and the blood moon above burned hotter.

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Jinu

You’re born with your soulmate's name on the inside of your wrist.

The name on the inside of your wrist had always been a little unusual. When the letters fully formed when you were a child, you didn’t understand why your parents were so confused or why they struggled to say it out loud when you asked them what it said. You learned later that it was because the particular symbols that make your soulmate’s name are rather old and not commonly used anymore.

You think it’s cool and unique until other kids start making fun of you for having such a weird soulmate. After a few incidents, you decide to start wearing things to cover up the name. You gain an extensive collection of bracelets and bandages over the years.

As an adult, it bothers you less. You don’t show it off, but you still habitually decorate your wrist with jewelry. It’s special to you because you have never seen anyone else that has something so unique. You know you wouldn’t end up with the wrong person, like some unfortunate people do that have common names on their wrists.

It does nag at you sometimes, though. You’ve never heard of anyone still having a name written quite like that, but it doesn’t dim your hope. You keep looking and searching, but you never imagined you would find him like this.

You’re at a fan-event for your current obsession, the Saja Boys. You’ve been waiting in line for what feels like hours but has probably been less than one. You happily stop in front of the group’s leader and hold out a picture with both hands. Jinu takes it with a wide smile, but his expression faulters when his eyes catch on your wrist.

The name is visible between the thin, delicate chains you decided to wear today. You pull your hand back and cradle it self-consciously in front of your chest when he stares at it for too long. He apologizes, but his voice sounds distant. Jinu signs the picture and takes an extra moment to add a personal note.

When he hands it back to you, he doesn’t immediately let go. You look at him, but he’s staring at your wrist and the signed page between you. Following his line of sight, your breath hitches when you see what he wrote. It’s a note addressed directly to you using your full, proper name, which you definitely didn’t tell him. Below that is the familiar idol signature, but tucked under it is a direct copy of the name on your wrist.

“That’s my real signature.” He whispers to you. His eyes are brimming with happiness. “Can you stick around to talk after the event?”

You nod excitedly and step aside to let the line continue along. When the signing is over, you are whisked away along with the group. Once you and Jinu are somewhere private, he takes your hand and gently traces his thumb over the characters on your wrist. He’s smiling from ear to ear and rambling something about how many years he spent thinking that he didn’t have a soulmate.

“It’s one of the reasons I got the Saja Boys together. Once I knew you existed, I wanted the best chance I could get to meet you.” He keeps going on about things that don’t make a ton of sense to you right now, but you listen just to hear the sound of his voice.

He remembers belatedly to remove the mandatory leather cuff from his wrist. It hides his soulmate’s name from the public. All idols are required to wear them, so it feels almost scandalous to see him take it off for you. But seeing the letters of your name on his wrist is like the greatest reward. Now you understand why his face lit up so bright at the event, because you are certain that yours is doing the same thing now as you chest swells with emotions.

Abby

You can hear your soulmate's thoughts.

You had been told all your life that you should hear another person’s thoughts in your mind. It probably wouldn’t be constant and might just be little reminders, but there should be another voice in there other than your own. But you never heard anyone but yourself.

Doctors and other professionals said you could just have a quiet partner or that their mind is always racing and nothing clear can come through the soulmate bond. They did also mention the possibility that you didn’t have a soulmate or that something tragic had happened to the other person.

None of those options or explanations really did anything to soothe that aching silence in your head, the gap where your soulmate’s thoughts should be. Your thoughts decided to be unhelpfully loud to try and fill the silence, and lately they haven’t been such happy thoughts.

You often thought maybe you were broken or that if you tried hard, maybe your soulmate would hear you and finally think something back. You didn’t want to give up hope, but at the same time, your brain was constantly reminding you of all the reasons (lies) that you aren’t good enough to have a soulmate.

Needless to say, it is a rather large shock when one day, completely out of the blue, a voice shouts out in your mind, “Shut up! I wish you would just leave me alone.”

Those thoughts cut worse than any knife. All this time, your soulmate could hear your insecurities and never once did they correct you before today. You tried your best to keep your thoughts quiet, not sure what your soulmate could pick up on. But after that first outburst, your soulmate’s thoughts don’t stop.

You can tell he’s a rather light-hearted guy, despite your initial interaction. You hear snippets of jokes and verses from songs. Then there’s complaints about feeling tired from practice and frustration at a rival idol group. You think at first that he must just be a fan, but then you realize that he’s actually in the group.

Even though you should just want to ache in peace and wish for silence again, you can’t help but offer soothing thoughts and comments back. You remind him to drink water at practice and rest when it’s over. You also hype him up when he’s trying to compliment his own appearance.

Then, one day, his thoughts come in frantic and upset again, just like the first one. He’s screaming in his mind for the guilt and pain to go away. You realize that his first thoughts hadn’t been directed at you, they had just been the first ones loud enough for you to hear.

You do your best to soothe him with your own thoughts while trying to get information from him about where he is. You’re not even sure when you make the decision that you want to meet him after all, but he clearly needs comfort. You get snippets, but it’s thankfully enough to track him down.

When you find the group exhausted and taking a break in a practice room, you realize that one of them is missing. Your soulmate is still upset, so he must be the one that isn’t here. You know some about the Saja Boys. You looked them up after the song lyrics started rattling around in your brain. You weren’t entirely sure which guy is your soulmate, but you had your suspicions.

It turns out that you were right when you go charging into the next room to find Abby curled up with his head clutched between his hands. “Hey, it’s alright. You’re fine.” You reach out to touch his knee and his head shoots up.

He looks utterly confused. “I know your voice. You’re the nice one. I thought I made you up.” He carefully places his hands on yours like he’s afraid you aren’t really there.

You shake your head. “I’m real. Just like you.”

“I have a soulmate?” Abby’s voice is quiet, almost hesitant as he looks you over carefully.

You nod with a soft smile.

“You’re gorgeous.” He grins, bad thoughts completely forgotten for the moment.

“So are you.” You laugh and return the compliment. “Which, you already know.”

Without warning, he sweeps you into a hug and you both happily embrace there on the floor. You can worry about the bad thoughts later, because right now you just want to enjoy this moment with your soulmate.

Romance

You can’t see color until you see your soulmate.

You had always dreamed of the day you would see your soulmate for the first time and imagined how colors would light up the world around you for the very first time. You’ve read stories and watched videos of how people react to being able to see colors for the first time, so you know how it’s supposed to go.

You try not to worry too much about it when all your friends start meeting their soulmates and you’re left as the only one still seeing the world in grays. You know, deep down, that your soulmate is worth the wait, but you really wish that you would find each other soon.

The last thing you expect when you’re out shopping with your friends is to get caught up by a surprise street performance from a new boy band. The song is ridiculously catchy and you try to sneak your way to the front of the crowd to get a better look. One of the guys blows a kiss in your direction. When your eyes meet for a split second, the world explodes in color.

He falters in his rehearsed dance steps. He stumbles over his own feet, pink hair falling in his face. He brushes it away and searches the crowd for you again. One of the other group members nudges him and another bumps his shoulder to get him to focus. He blinks and falls back into place as they finish their song.

Then they disappear in a flourish of smoke. You stand there, wide-eyed and gasping at all the colors surrounding you and the rush of emotions of meeting your soulmate. Except, that’s when you realize that he’s gone and you didn’t even get to speak to him. You frown, a hollow ache forming in your chest, as you look around.

You search for any sign of the group, but don’t have any luck. You decide to try and find your friends instead only to have your attention stolen away by a hissing sound coming from the alley. Swiveling around to find the source of the sound, you spot the idol peeking out. He waves you over and you go without hesitation.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He greets you with a wide smile. “I’ve waited so long to finally meet you! My name’s Romance. What’s yours?”

You introduce yourself with a blush. “You’re so bright and colorful!”

Romance gives you a teasing grin. “So are you, sweetheart.”

You look down at your own outfit and realize the colors are just as bright as the yellow and pink your soulmate is wearing. You laugh and step closer to the idol. He reaches out and takes your hands in his without hesitation.

“Your eyes are beautiful.” He leans close, looking at you in the eyes as a blush creeps across his cheeks. “I should get back to the others before they come looking for me. Here’s my number.” He passes you a slip of paper, then kisses your cheek before reluctantly pulling away.

“Wait!” You call out after him. When he pauses, you step forward and wrap your arms around him. “Thank you for coming back to find me. I was worried you had really disappeared.”

“Don’t you worry, sweet thing. I’ll always find you.” He squeezes you tight and presses another kiss to your cheek.

Mystery

Anything you draw or write on your skin appears on your soulmate too.

Most people wrote notes on their skin to communicate with their soulmates for the first time. When you tried writing simple little things like “hello” or “how are you?,” you would never get a response. So you eventually took to drawing instead. If your soulmate was too shy to write notes, then you would use your skin as a canvas for other things.

You started doodling small little symbols and patterns on your skin, tucked away in place easily hidden by clothes. You didn’t want to make your soulmate upset with you. So, you would draw little hearts on your chest when you’re getting ready in the morning, hoping to brighten their day a little too. It progressed to other things like stars on the inside of your elbow or swirls on your thighs.

As time went on and your soulmate never added anything or marked you in any way, you started getting more bold. You drew lines and patterns that would cover your arms and hearts and stars on your hands and fingers. You were done being shy. You wanted your soulmate to reach out and tell you to stop or encourage you or anything. At the very least, the more elaborate drawings would make them easier to spot in public.

You had a specific drawing you would add everyday. After getting ready in the morning, you would draw a star below your left eye. It was obvious, hard to hide, and you drew it on fresh every morning so it wouldn’t fade. You knew your soulmate would struggle to hide it, but they never once asked you to stop.

You know you should be more focused on where you’re walking, but you are too distracted adding flowers to the drawing on the inside of your wrist. But bumping into the Saja Boys on the street is not how you expected the inevitable disaster to go. The most surprising part is how they react. You apologize profusely to Jinu, the one you actually walked into. He laughs and brushes it off, but then you take in the other’s reactions. Baby is staring wide-eyed at your face and Abby elbows Mystery in the ribs while Romance shakes his shoulder in excitement. You take a hesitant step back and give them a confused look.

Mystery is shoved forward by the rest of the group and right into your personal space. “Um, hi.” He gives you a somewhat awkward wave.

“Hey.” You reply. “Is everything alright?”

He nods and seems to shake off his initial surprise. “I just wasn’t expecting to actually meet you.”

“Me?” You are taken aback by that. “How would you even know who I am?”

He smiles and parts his hair just enough for you to see the star on his cheek that matches yours perfectly. You’re so stunned that you drop your marker. Mystery turns his arm over and pushes up his sleeve to reveal the flowers you had just drawn. “You’re quite talented. I like these.” His voice is soft and sincere, and you melt a little on the inside.

“Why did you never write anything back or add to the drawings?” You’ re aching to know why all your art has been so one-sided, needing to know that it doesn’t extend to his feelings too.

“It’s just so wonderful the way you draw it. I didn’t want to mess it up.” Mystery bends over to pick up the marker. “I also feel guilty that I have to keep it all hidden, although you make it difficult sometimes.” His lips twitch into a grin.

You blush and look down at your hands. “I didn’t mean to cause problems for you, I just really wanted to know if you existed…”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I can start adding to your art if you want.” He reaches out to take your hand and turns both of your arms over so he can add a heart under your flowers on his wrist. You watch with wide eyes as the mark prickles into existence on your wrist as well.

“I’d love that.” You rub at the little heart like it’s a promise. Then you look back up at his face. “I can keep the drawings to less visible places and stop drawing in the cheek star.”

His hand flies up to his cheek. “No, you can leave this one. It’s like a good morning kiss that I get to wear all day.”

You smile and promise to keep drawing it. You also let him keep the marker you dropped so he has no excuse to not draw back now.

Baby

The first words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin.

For most of your life, you had always assumed that your soulmate was someone you met as a child. Your parents made sure that you knew all of the other children you interacted with as a baby because they didn’t want you to miss your soulmate just because you had the fortune of meeting them so early in life.

You made a point of spending a lot of time with each person on the list as you grew older and understood what finding your soulmate meant. But you never felt specifically drawn to any of them and they didn’t have your words on their skin. So, once you reach adulthood, the words “goo goo ga ga” forever etched into the skin above your heart become more of a taunt or pathetic reminder that you might never truly know who your soulmate is.

Deciding to focus on your career is better for your sanity. So you throw yourself into your job on the production crew of a variety show and do your best to never think about love or soulmates anymore. And it’s honestly easy when dealing with temperamental idols and celebrity tantrums. Not all of the people that come through are problematic, though. Like today, a new idol group is set to appear.

The Saja Boys had practically become an overnight sensation, and the producers had been excited to get them on the show. The guys were polite and even cheery, like they never turned off their public personas. Well, four of them are pleasant. One of them is determined to undermine every single game or task you line up for the show.

Baby Saja has made it his own personal mission to make everything look laughably easy regardless of the actual difficulty of the game. Even the hot sauce, especially the hot sauce. Because the guy is literally kicking his feet while practically draining the entire bottle. Even when everyone else has dropped out, he keeps going.

Popping the bottle out of his mouth only when it really is empty, he looks you in the eye behind the camera and says, “Goo goo ga ga.”

Your jaw drops. It couldn’t be, could it? Surely he’s spoken to you already today. That can’t be the first thing he’s said to you, can it? He’s spoken around and even about you, but those are his first words addressed directly to you. “You have to be kidding me.” You say, meeting Baby’s gaze with a disbelieving chuckle after the show cuts for a break.

Your coworkers look at you curiously while you stare at the idol still seated on the stage. His eyes widen for a moment and then narrow to an almost cold glare. “What? Disappointed to have a soulmate like me?” Baby practically sneers. He stands and crosses his arms as you hesitantly step up to him.

“Disappointed?” You ask, brows knitting together. “Why would I be disappointed? I’m so relieved I could cry.”

His posture is still guarded but his expression shifts to confusion. “Then why would you say that?”

That’s when you realize what you said, what words must be over his heart. Your hands fly to your mouth. “I’m so sorry! It’s just…” You try to get a hold of your emotions, absently rubbing your chest over the mark you used to hate. “I’ve spent so many years of my life thinking I would never really know who you are because we met when we were babies. I definitely didn’t expect to hear that out of a grown man’s mouth today.”

Baby grins and drops his hands to his hips. “I can live with unexpected.” He shrugs. “So, you aren’t upset that I’m… me?”

You shake your head quickly. “I’m only upset I wasted my time with all those other people. But I am so glad to have finally found you. Can I hug you?”

He laughs and wraps his arms around you in a crushing embrace. You cling to each other in mutual relief, both having experienced pain over your words, but also with excitement and hope for what your shared future can be.

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for the majority of the day, you had been acting strange-

closed off, even.

when jinu tried to give you a kiss, you would inevitably duck away from him. your nervous laughter would set off warning bells within his mind, but he simply brushed it off.

trying to hide the hurt from his face, later on, jinu attempted to give you a hug-

only for you to dart away from him in response, telling him that you were not in the mood for any cuddles at the moment.

jinu could feel his heart shattering the tiniest bit, the tears already threatening to fall from his eyes when he quickly excused himself into the bathroom. after slamming the door shut, the demon could feel the tears cascading down his face.

he stares at his reflection, seeing the melancholic expression as he swallows thickly.

maybe you were just hot, the summer heat was just getting to you and you wanted some time to yourself.

jinu kept repeating those reassurances within his mind, finally looking away from his reflection when his gaze lands on something settled on top of the bin.

it was a box that had the phrase PREGNANY TEST labeled on it, tossed haphazardly into the bin. jinu’s thoughts were racing a mile a minute when he takes the box, stepping out of the bathroom-

only to be met with your tearful face, holding the same test in your hand as it showed a positive result. jinu was rendered speechless, watching you with wide eyes as you explained yourself.

“i’m so sorry… you may not even want to be a father, b-but i don’t want to get rid of this b-baby. it’s h-half of you, and i promise to take care of it. you don’t have to-“

he couldn’t take it anymore, his heart now breaking into two at the thought of leaving you all on your own. cutting off your explanation with a searing kiss against your lips, jinu delves his fingers into your hair, deepening the kiss while swallowing the rest of your moans.

when the need for air proved to be too much, jinu pulls away from you, resting his forehead against yours while telling you, “you don’t need to do this on your own, not when i love you so much.”

you swallow thickly, feeling your fears and anxiety melt away when you met his gaze. “you mean it…?”

jinu gives you a sheepish grin, hands already settled on your stomach before giving your forehead a gentle kiss. “building a family with you is a dream come true, i wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

he slowly kneels in front of you then, pressing his ear against your abdomen while listening intently. no heartbeat could be heard just yet, but he could feel the tiny soul slowly beginning to bloom from deep inside of you. with tears of joy now streaming down his face, he places a lingering kiss against your abdomen, basking in the sensation of you embracing him fully.

you kept staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hand, tears already filling your vision at the thought of abby potentially leaving you.

being part of the saja boys meant that he already had a strong fanbase, all of them rife with women and men alike. despite how you had kept your relationship with him a secret (for the sole purpose of your safety) you had a feeling that this would be the final straw for abs.

as you kept looking down at the positive pregnancy test, you were unaware with how abby had returned home with your favorite takeout in hand. “i’m home, babe.”

when you didn’t answer him, abby took a better look at you, seeing you completely focused on the pregnancy test at hand. feeling his heart lurch, abby strides closer to you, taking the test out of your hand as he stared at it.

“what- ABBY!” you immediately stand back to your full height, trying to grab the test away from him, but he simply held it above his head. he was still emotionless when he manages to ask, “you’re pregnant?”

you swallow thickly, taking a step away from him as you wrapped your arms around your chest. “yes… and it’s yours… you’re the only one i have ever been with.”

abby’s silence was concerning now, and you had to clench your eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling.

“i understand if you’re not ready to be a father. i can raise this child on my own and-“

“hell no. you and this baby belong to me.”

you found yourself wrapped up in abby’s embrace, allowing him to pick you up before sitting on the couch with you. abby settles you on his lap while drawing comforting circles behind your back. “i’ll never leave you, only weak ass men leave their partners, and you know damn well that i’m anything but weak.”

you face him, straddling his hips while framing at his features, “you’re serious?”

“dead serious.” he places a series of kisses against your knuckles, “and i think it’s about time i finally announced you as my wife to the world.”

“stop chasing me! leave me alone!”

currently, you were running around your penthouse apartment due to how your boyfriend kept chasing after you. admittedly, he had good reason to wish to speak to you since in your hand was a pregnancy test-

and it happened to be positive-

with baby saja as the father.

however, when you realize that baby had come home early from practice, and he saw you holding the pregnancy test-

you panicked.

which explained why you were running away from him, avoiding him like the plague since you didn’t know how he would react. as you weave past the sofas, you heard a deep voice letting out a growl of your name dangerously close to your ear before finding yourself caught in his embrace.

“wait-“ words were lost to you the moment baby takes the pregnancy test away from you, looking at the two blue lines that confirmed a positive test. by now, tears were streaming down your face.

was baby going to leave you?

you wait with bated breath for his response, feeling anxiety coursing through your veins when baby tightens his hold on you. entering the kitchen with you still in his embrace, he tosses the pregnancy test in the nearest bin, heading toward the fridge as he pulls out a carton of ice cream from the freezer.

after grabbing a spoon, he heads toward the couch, settling you on his lap while tossing aside the ice cream lid. scooping up some ice cream, he places the cold spoon against your lips. “say ah~”

“ah…” you were immediately met with the creamy taste of ice cream (in your favorite flavor as well), swallowing as you were left in tears at how sweet baby was being. “y-you’re not mad at me?”

“how could i ever be mad at the mother of my child?” baby tells you in a nonchalant manner, still feeding you more scoops of ice cream. “i don’t mind sharing my snacks with you, or making your eventual cravings come true either. so don’t ever run away from me again, okay?”

relief washes over you like a tidal wave, immediately calming down your racing heart as you cling to your lover, allowing him to spoil you as you looked forward to spending the rest of your life together with him.

this was what had to be the tenth time you threw up in the morning.

your body was going through something strange-

each time you smelled fish, or the scent of something burnt, your stomach would twist and churn.

when you tried to take bites of your favorite foods, they stopped tasting as good to you-

making you gag as you immediately ran into the bathroom to puke put whatever you had once consumed.

this was driving you insane, and you had no idea as to why you were so sick.

after coming out of the bathroom, you saw mystery standing in front of you, already having a bottle of cold water in hand for you. thanking him, you take the bottle and drank most of it in a few gulps.

mystery then shocks you by placing a hand on your abdomen, “could you stay still for me?”

“wha- s-sure…” you trail off, feeling your face heat up when myst kneels in front of you, pressing his ear against your abdomen. he was completely silent, focused on… whatever he was doing.

after what felt like an eternity, mystery looks up at you with a smile spreading across his face. “i can sense a tiny soul growing here.”

the sudden realization made you stiffen in response.

mystery could sense another soul growing inside of you-

it all made sense now.

you feeling sick in the mornings, and how you didn’t feel the telltale signs of your period since a few weeks ago-

you nearly collapsed had it not been for mystery’s tight hold on you. wrapping you up in his embrace, he gently coos at you, pressing several kisses against your temple all while reassuring you,

“you never have to be afraid, sweetheart. i’ll always remain by your side.”

your teary gaze up at him, with you brushing back his hair to reveal eyes shining with absolute adoration for you. and when he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, you returned his passion wholeheartedly, looking forward to your future together with him.

you’ve been having the wildest cravings lately-

from pizza drenched in mayonnaise, to pickled sardines and rice-

you had no idea why you were hit with such atrocious tastes lately.

as romance watches with horror at your latest obsession (fried calamari dipped in with whipped cream) he lets out a cough of your name. “my sweet, i’m starting to think you’re pregnant.”

you stopped eating mid-bite, eyes going wide as you met with romance’s concerned gaze. “pregnant?! don’t joke like that! i don’t even feel sick or anything-“

“…when was the last time you had your period?” romance gently interrupts you, finally making you stop and think. as you go back to the last time you bled, you count back the weeks before feeling sick to your stomach.

“oh god… you’re right.” you began sobbing uncontrollably, shoving aside your weird concoction of food as you wailed. it was now romance’s turn to panic, immediately kneeling by your side as he tried to comfort you.

“my love-“

“i missed my period! i didn’t bleed at all for several weeks, and ive been eating so much trash like it’s a damn compulsion. you’re right, i-i think we have a baby.” you continue to sob uncontrollably, practically inconsolable now as romance had to act fast and wrap his arms around you, carrying you away from the dining table and into the living room.

with you both settled on the couch, romance places you on his lap while wiping away your tears. “sssh, why are you crying so much, my love?”

“b-because i’m terrified of you l-leaving me!” you cling to the front of his shirt, earning a soft sigh from him when he manages to place a kiss against your hair.

“why would i ever leave the woman i love in her most desperate time of need.” he continues to coo reassurances at you, slowly kissing away each tear that fell from your eyes in the process.

“after all, this baby is mine, too. so there’s no way in hell i’d ever abandon you.”

your eyes widen ever so slightly before watering once more, now crying tears of joy as you fling your arms around his neck.

and while romance held you, he couldn’t help but smile-

hoping that you would give him a baby girl that looks exactly like you, gifting him a new princess that he could spend the rest of his life cherishing and spoiling with you beside him.

end notes: i apologize for my crashout earlier with that “author” callout post. i promise to never mention her again after today. have this story as a little apology, and i hope the reader who sent in this request enjoyed this, and that i did the prompt justice. 🥹 currently unedited, but i’ll make changes once this is posted.