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Anime: KPop Demon Hunters

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Beomseok (Abs Saja) × Jae-Hyun (Romance Saja)

X R.femele

—————————————————————————Reserved, serious, loyal, observant and full of hidden depth. A girl who doesn't open easily, but whose silent force attracts the two demons in different ways.

A reserved girl, with a strong and restained personality, ends up becoming the center of the sensual and emotional obsession of two idol demons: Beomseok, the intense and possessive alpha, and Jae-Hyun, the charming and delicate master of emotional seduction.

They didn't ask: they scheduled. They put a ring on your finger and declared that you are theirs. Now they live in constant silent (and physical) dispute to see who makes you surrender first - while you try to keep control, knowing that you are already dangerously too involved with both of them.

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—Saja Boys Barracks - Underground Spiritual Training Room

It was a muffled night in Seoul, and you were leaning against the cold wall of the underground chamber, your eyes fixed on the luminous runes that covered the floor. Not that I was impressed - you had already seen worse things. Things that no one else saw and that no one would ever believe.

- Aren't you even going to say hello? - Beomseok's deep voice cut the silence like a blade.

You turned your face slowly. He was there with his sweaty body, his muscles exposed under the black tank top, carrying mystical chains on his shoulders as if they were just training weights. His dark eyes burned curiosity and a wild spark.

- I'm here to observe. Not to be part of the circus. - his voice came out firm, bluntly.

Beomseok smiled. A dangerous smile.

- I like you like this. No beating around the bush. Cold. Unreachable. But I bet it boils inside.

Before he could get closer, a different presence filled the room.

- Beom, stop it. - Jae-Hyun said, entering calmly. The opposite of the colleague. Elegant, with pink hair stuck in a half-bun, soft eyes that stared at you as if they read your soul.

- You don't need to provoke someone who still doesn't owe you anything.

Beomseok snorted.

- And you always with this speech of peace... you will see that she prefers a real demon.

- You'll see that she prefers to be treated as the same. - Jae-Hyun countered with sharp delicacy, walking towards you. - Can I sit next to you?

You nodded with a slight movement of your head. He sat down, respecting the space between you, but watching carefully.

- I saw you in the containment field. Fighting alone against three entities of the fog. He didn't hesitate. Not even when it bled.

- And you watching me from afar? - you asked without emotion.

- I was delighted. - he said, without apologizing. - I've never seen someone so silently fierce.

Beomseok leaned against the other side of the room, turning a chain in his fingers with controlled irritation.

- Have you finished reciting poetry, Jae? Or are you going to tell me that you also want to protect her?

- No. - Jae-Hyun replied with a soft smile. - I want to meet her. But I know that she only lets herself be known if she wants to.

You crossed your arms.

- What exactly do you both want?

Beomseok smiled, approaching from behind. His warmth was physical. Instinctive. Almost brutal.

- I want to see you burn. Lose that control. Reveal yourself. I love to see the calm break.

Jae-Hyun, still sitting next to him, replied in a low tone:

- I want to see her be understood. Without having to break anything.

You sighed, getting up between the two. His eyes went from one to the other. Two demons. Two abysses.

One, too brutal and real.

Another, too sweet and deep.

And you... in the middle, trying not to drown.

- I'm not a prize to be disputed. - he said firmly. - And I'm not someone easy to charm either.

- That's why - said Jae-Hyun, with his eyes shining - it's you we're both willing to follow.

Beomseok took a step forward, the chain hitting the ground.

- But only one of us will conquer her silence.

You looked at both of them.

- Good luck then. Because silence cannot be conquered. He only divides himself... when he's safe.

And you left, leaving behind the two demons staring at each other in silence, for the first time united by something that was not hatred - but an intense desire to understand... you.

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 “How did you let it get to this situation?”

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Night fell on Seoul, and the mirror room reflected more than bodies: it reflected contained wills, crossed gazes and a growing desire about to overflow.

You were standing in the center, controlled breathing, half-closed eyes.

They approached at the same time.

Beomseok - hot as embers, burning eyes.

Jae-Hyun - soft as silk, but with the firmness of those who know exactly what they want.

- Do you know what you're doing to us? - Beomseok whispered, stopping behind you, his mouth so close to your skin that every word sounded like a breath.

Jae-Hyun walked up to you in front of you. His fingers touched his chin, gently lifting his face.

- And if you don't know... we'll show you. Take it easy. Or without any, if it's whatever you want.

Beomseok pulled you lightly by the waist, touching his body to yours. Dominant. You felt his warmth, the electrical voltage that surrounded him.

- The way you breathe... already drives me crazy. - he murmured, touching his lips to your neck. A kiss first. Then, a light bite. You sighed, your skin shivering all over.

In front, Jae-Hyun held his hand and guided it to his chest, his gaze fixed on yours.

- May I? - he whispered, his eyes shining with intense respect... and an equally fierce desire.

You nodded. And he kissed you.

It was a deep, wet kiss, full of controlled hunger. His tongue danced with yours as if you had known each other for a lifetime. You felt his hands going up your back, pressing you gently against him, while the other held your face gently.

Beomseok didn't stand still. His hands went down to your thighs, pulling you back slightly, making you feel the bodies of both at the same time - heat in front, fire behind.

He bit his collarbone again. Stronger now. You released a muffled sound between the kiss with Jae-Hyun, the body getting lost between two different desires, but equally intense.

- Don't fight for me - you whispered, out of breath.

Beomseok laughed low.

- No need. We share. But just because you're worth the sin.

Jae-Hyun leaned his forehead against yours.

- Just because you want to. And because we both... are already too lost to retreat.

Their hands explored you with precision, knowing every sigh, every limit - and taking you as far as you allowed. And you, silent like Megumi, firm as a rock, chose not to retreat.

That night there was no winner.

But there was surrender.

And she started in the kiss, sealed herself in the bites...

And it still promised much more.

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Exactly. They didn't ask.

They decided.

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You were sitting on the dark velvet sofa in the Saja Boys lounge, trying to catch your breath after the night that was still burning in your memory. He could still feel Jae-Hyun's lips on his neck. Beomseok's hands squeezing his waist. The tension in the eyes of the two - not of jealousy, but of something much worse: certainty.

That's when Beomseok came in with that slow, feline walk, a little black box in his hand.

Jae-Hyun came right behind, with that enigmatic smile that dismantled you inside.

- Oh no. - You raised your hands. - What is that?

- No big deal. - Beomseok said, throwing the box on his lap. - Just a reminder.

- Of what?

- That you are ours. - he said, as if it were obvious.

You opened it. Inside, a ring.

Black, with pink details. A mystical glow in the center. Cold to the touch... but that heated up quickly when you caught it.

- That's not funny. - you said, although the heart beat like a drum.

- It's not a joke. - Jae-Hyun sat next to him, calm, taking his hand. - You can say no. But... only after experiencing how it looks on you.

Before he could react, Beomseok was already holding his other hand.

- You can hit us in the face later. But first, boot.

He slipped the ring on his finger. The indicator of the right hand.

You felt the heat rise through your body. Like a soft, warm, comforting electric current. As if... your body recognized that.

- Is that a spell? - you asked, seriously.

- No. - said Jae-Hyun. - It's just a mark. A reminder. That we belong to each other, even if you pretend not to.

You looked at them.

- What if I wanted an order? Flowers? A cute moment? Romantic? Any choice?

Beomseok laughed.

- Flowers wither. Orders are forgotten. But what did we do yesterday... and this ring? It will stay.

Jae-Hyun, kinder, held your chin and looked into your eyes.

- If you want us to kneel down and ask right... we'll do it. But only if it's to hear you say "yes" and not "maybe".

You faced both of them.

Two strong presences. A fire and an ocean. A raw desire and a soft devotion.

And now, the ring on your finger.

You sighed.

- So that's it?

- Yeah. - Beomseok said. - You're ours. From the moment you didn't run away from us.

- From the moment you looked into our eyes and stayed. - Jae-Hyun completed.

You lowered your eyes to the ring. It was shining now. As if he had accepted his soul too.

- You are impossible.

- And yours. - the two said at the same time.

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Well, the routine between them was very different....

– Gym with Beomseok

The bass music hit the walls like heartbeats.

You had your back to him, in the squat position. And Beomseok... kneeling behind. His hands firm on your waist, aligning your posture.

- Go down more. That. Now hold on. - the deep, hot voice, right in your ear.

You almost lost your balance, but he held you.

- I said I wouldn't let you fall. Trust.

His hands slid a little more, going down the sides of his thigh as he corrected his opening.

- Why are you shaking? Is it the weight... or me?

You tried to answer, but he pulled your body back, leaning you against his - the sweat on the skin of both creating a slow, inevitable friction.

- Like this. I like it when you tremble - he whispered, and his mouth touched your neck, hot, wet. He bit the back of his neck lightly. - But hold on just a little longer. I promise I'll reward later.

You turned to protest, and he held you between his arms, effortlessly, sticking the bodies to the mirror.

- I train you to stay strong... but deep down, I love to see when you lose control.

His eyes burned.

And you felt that there, in the gym... his strength was just another form of desire.

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– Beauty Day with Jae-Hyun

Later, in the Saja Boys' dressing room, Jae-Hyun was waiting for you with a light pink satin robe and candles lit all over the bench. You almost laughed at the brutal difference between him and Beomseok. But only almost.

- Tie here. I want to take care of you today - he said, pulling the chair so that you would sit facing the mirror.

You obeyed. And then he started.

He ran his fingers through his hair, letting them go gently.

He massaged your scalp, making you almost purr with silent pleasure.

His touches were not in a hurry. They were almost caresses.

- You always take care of everything. Stay serious, firm... I want you to allow yourself to relax. Now it's you being spoiled.

He applied a mask to his face with his fingers, spreading it gently. But what really melted you was the way he said:

- Your skin is hot. As if it had fire inside... but it doesn't burn. It's just addictive.

His fingers went down his neck. They took a long time at the shoulder curve.

Then, he wiped his face with a warm towel, and let his lips touch his forehead.

- Can I confess something? - he murmured.

You nodded, eyes closed.

- I kiss you with my eyes every time you don't look at me.

When you opened your eyes, he was kneeling in front of you, holding your hands. And before you said anything... he kissed you.

Background. Sweet. Wet. Slowly.

His hands squeezed his waist. You felt the thin fabric of the robe slip. His skin against yours. The legs intertaced on the dressing room seat.

The kiss increased. It deepened. It left you breathless.

He moved his lips away, panting.

- If you want to stop... tell me now.

You pulled him back.

And I didn't say anything.

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Time to light the wick.

You are the prize - or the perdition - and they are no longer disguising it.

Beomseok and Jae-Hyun, two demons of the Saja Boys, two opposite styles of desire.

One is fire and control. The other, sweet and slow poison.

But now... they are openly disputing who takes your breath away first.

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—The Private Room - Breath Challenge

The room was closed. Soft red lights. Dense air.

You were sitting in the center of a huge round mat, with your legs crossed, sweating. Not from the heat. But from the presence of the two of them there. Together. For you.

Beomseok took off his training gloves with his teeth. Jae-Hyun was already wearing the half-open satin robe, shiny necklace hanging over his chest.

- Three rules - said Jae-Hyun, calm, but his eyes hungry. - Without interrupting the other. Without breaking the rhythm. Without using demonic powers.

- And do you think I need magic to make you moan? - Beomseok mocked, already behind you, kneeling.

You laughed low. Provocative. Disbelief.

- What if neither of them can do it?

- We don't leave here until we get it. - they both said at the same time.

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Round 1: Beomseok

He pulled his hair firmly and tilted his head slightly.

His lips went down like flames down his neck, to his collarbone, while the big hands ran down his thighs, rising with torturous slowness.

- You like it when I take it like that, don't you? - he whispered, dragging his tongue through his skin.

He turned you around and sat you on his lap, holding you firmly by the waist. Your hips fit.

Beomseok bit his ear.

- Breathe. You'll need a breath... or you won't be able to stand the second round.

You were panting. Trembling body.

But he didn't moan.

And Jae-Hyun smiled.

- My turn.

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Round 2: Jae-Hyun

He approached from the front, slowly. He laid you carefully on the mat. He climbed on you without weighing, like a silk shadow. His eyes devoured you.

- I don't need strength. I just need to look at you like this... - he whispered, before kissing you.

Jae-Hyun's kiss was wet, deep, and loaded with a devastating affection.

He kissed you as if he knew exactly where his resistance collapsed.

His hands opened his shirt slowly, his mouth going down his lap, through the center of his body, with long, almost reverent kisses.

- You breathe fast when I play here... - he whispered, brushing his nose against the skin of your belly.

You let out a low moan.

Beomseok stood up with a snat.

- That's not worth it. You used the look.

- Don't break the rules, Beom. - Jae smiled, kissing her mouth again, pulling her lip with her teeth. - She's still conscious.

You tried to protest, but the hands of the two were already on you again. Hot. Opposites.

A battle without violence. I just wish. Just play. Just breath.

Beomseok pulled his hip back to his lap, reversing positions.

Jae-Hyun kept kissing you up there, with his fingers intertwined in yours.

You moaned.

Low.

But they heard.

They Stood.

- It was me. - said Beomseok.

- No. It was my mouth. - Jae-Hyun replied.

You laughed, unable to catch the air.

- You two... - he said, with a hoarse voice - you're killing me.

Beomseok ran his tongue over his own lips.

- So, shall we draw?

- Or we start the second round. - Jae-Hyun completed, looking at you as if you were the center of a forbidden ritual.

You bit your lip.

And opened his arms.

- They'll have to do better if they really want to beat me.

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(Beomseok burns. Jae-Hyun enlaças. And you... try not to get lost.)

(Two demons. A ring. A body divided between pleasure and danger.)

(You never said yes. But the ring is on your finger. And they have already decided.)

(Your heart speeds up. One for each of them. And one for you - trying to resist.)

(They don't ask. They take it. Your body, your breath, your destiny.)

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—The Shared Dream

The dawn was heavy, and you fell asleep with your body still warm from training... and provocations. The ring on his finger looked tighter, almost alive.

And then, the dream began.

You were in a dark room, where everything was made of red silk and warm smoke. Someone pulled you by the waist, leaned you against the wall, kissed you with an old hunger.

It was Beomseok. Panting. Intense. The body burned against yours.

- You're mine. No one looks here. No one divides here.

His hands tore space in his body urgently. The mouth explored her neck, her breasts, her hips. The teeth sticking lightly, marking. He lifted you by the thighs, held you up, kissing you as if he wanted to devour your soul.

And you wanted to.

You wanted everything.

- Well... - you whispered, between moans.

But suddenly... his image trembled. Gone.

And you woke up.

Sweating. Panting. Hot.

But... I wasn't alone.

Jae-Hyun was sitting at the foot of the bed, with his eyes shining in a pink tone, his hair messy, his chest rising and falling.

- You... dreamed about him. - the voice came out low, cutting.

His heart shot.

- How...?

He raised his hand. He showed his finger. A ring just like yours.

- The ring vibrates when you feel desire. When you lose your breath. When he touches you... even in a dream.

You felt the heat rise up your cheeks.

- Jae...

He approached, slowly, climbing on the bed.

- You moaned for him... and I heard everything. I saw everything. I felt everything.

He leaned his forehead against yours, panting.

- That's cruel, Y/N. See me from afar, trapped out of your dream. While he did what I wanted most.

His hands were already on your face, going down your throat. His voice turned into a whisper:

- Let me wake up this body you gave him in the dark.

You tried to resist.

But his hands pulled you up, he sat you on his lap, his hips rubbing each other in a soft rhythm.

- Close your eyes now, Y/N.

- But... - you started.

- Close. And let me be the dream. The real one. What you will remember when it dawns.

You obeyed.

And his lips took you with fierce calm.

Beomseok may have been the fire of the dream.

But Jae-Hyun... it was the combustion in real life.

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What you don't know:

Meanwhile, Beomseok woke up in his own bed, with blood dripping from his nose and red eyes pulsating.

- What the fuck was that...

- Why... she shouted my name... but it wasn't with me?

He looks at the ring.

And feel the taste of Jae-Hyun's kiss.

The silent war has just begun.

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Another nightmare?

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—The Linked Nightmare - Shared Breath

In the real world, you are sleeping in the silent room of the Saja Boys HQ. The black ring with pink veins is still on your finger, pulsating with a discreet light - imperceptible to the naked eye, but alive.

Beomseok and Jae-Hyun are in different rooms. But... they feel when you dream.

And today, you don't dream alone.

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The Dream - You and Jae-Hyun

The dream room is dark, elegant. The smell of sweet incense and body heat envelops you like a veil.

Jae-Hyun is on you, with his loose hair falling on your shoulders, the robe open, leaving his chest glued to yours.

He kisses your lips with an almost painful slowness, his tongue playing with yours as if he already knew exactly what you like.

- You're dreaming of me... - he whispers against your mouth. - And this time, without interruptions.

His hands exploit you with emotional precision. He is not aggressive - he is torturously gentle.

Every touch on your neck, between your breasts, on the waist curve... makes your body arch for more.

You moan in the dream. You grab him. You ask for more.

And then... a red spark lights up in the ring.

Meanwhile... Beomseok wakes up

Beomseok wakes up panting in his own bed, his body tense, sweating. The red eyes shining.

He takes his hand to his chest.

- This heat... is not mine.

He also sees his ring shine. Red. Synchronized to yours.

And feel it. Everything.

The taste of your skin. The pressure of your thigh. The sound of your moan.

Everything you're doing with Jae-Hyun... is crossing the limits of the dream.

And burning him alive.

- Are you cheating on me in my own nightmare? - he growles into the void, with pure jealousy and a desire that makes him lose his breath.

He closes his eyes... and enters.

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Back to the dream - Now the two are there

You are in Jae-Hyun's arms, intoxicated by pleasure. But feel something change. The air weighs.

You turn your face - and Beomseok is at the door. Naked from the waist up. Eyes shining in demonic red.

- I can't believe you had the courage to leave me out.

Jae-Hyun smiles against your skin, but doesn't stop.

- She dreamed of me. You who arrived late.

Beomseok advances. He kneels on the bed. Pass your hand on your leg, brushing your fingers on the inside of your thigh.

- So let's see what happens... when the dream turns into battle.

You try to protest, but Jae-Hyun gently holds your wrists.

Beomseok holds his hips firmly.

They both touch you. They both kiss you. The two compete for their breath.

Awake, sleeping, dreaming - you don't know where you are anymore.

You just know you're among them.

Between bites and tongue kisses. Between promises and possession.

And in the real world... your body sighs in pleasure.

The ring shines brightly.

And neither of them will let you wake up so early.

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