TsukiNoMiya
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Gwi-ma has been defeated. The Saja Boys have turned on their oppressor in the most critical moment, helping Huntr/x restore the honmoon and receiving their souls as a reward. All should be right in the world.
Rumi may have accepted her demonic heritage, but spending her entire life hiding it from herself didn't exactly prepare her for how demons work. For starters, when Jinu had told her demons do nothing but feel, she thought she had understood what he meant. Nope. She feels alright. She feels everything. A lot. Maybe too much.
Especially in her teeth.
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28 Jul 2025
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Despite Jinu's betrayal, Rumi and her bandmates are able to pull off the ultimate victory– the golden Honmoon.
Rumi still loses.- Language:
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24 Jul 2025
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Rumi was born with her mark.
It's nothing odd; most people are. It just means she's younger than her soulmate - that they're out there, somewhere, and she doesn't have to wait to see what it says. It means that someone in the world was born without the words on their wrist - nothing special, either.
It means she came into this world with someone waiting on her.
And to Rumi, that makes all the difference.
Or: Rumi knows her soulmate could never love someone as monstrous as her.
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24 Jul 2025
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This exists because I've become too obsessed with the Saja Boys and couldn't help but wonder what the movie would be like had they been allowed personalities.
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17 Jul 2025
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There was nothing else in existence except the taught string of anguish and yearning tied around each of their middles tight enough to strangle, to choke. There was no wind, no sound. There was no pavement, no foliage, no life except their own, and even their souls were on the way to exiting out of their vessels, suspended in the air between them—just two carcasses gazing at each other's exposed flesh, at each other's gaping wounds and potent vulnerability. Rumi bled out in front of Jinu, and Jinu sniffed the air as if he could taste the heartache and enjoyed it. Relished in it, savoured it, craved it.
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Or in which Jinu will go to any lengths necessary to convince Rumi he is not worth saving.
Bookmarked by TsukiNoMiya
17 Jul 2025