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“Rumi. Wait I–”
Jinu stopped himself from stuttering. “Do you want to stay a little longer?” A faint pink disperses in his cheeks.
It made Rumi stop from tracking down the stone-paved stairs. Slowly, she looks up at Jinu’s direction. “Do demons like you not have any rehearsals to do?” She chuckles, tugging a loose strand of her purple hair behind her ear, before walking up to him.
“Gwi-ma programmed us to be the best, I guess.” He shrugs, placing a hand in his pockets.
Rumi remains a few meters away from Jinu, waiting.
As if she’s expecting something to happen. Wait—she does.
She feels like molten glass fresh out of the furnace—vulnerable, raw, so soft and delicate—to be seen like this in front of Jinu, whom she must vanish in this world to keep Honmoon safe.
And it’s hard. Because of the years of hard work, singing her lungs out there, keeping her marks within layers of fashionable outfits Celine prepares for her—Jinu feels utterly peaceful to be with. She can’t help but feel optimistic despite initiating a proposal with a demon like him.
Rumi groans when she feels her hand hot, slick, and coated with saliva. When she looks at her surroundings, the blue tiger is licking her hand as if she’s calling her to come with it. No stupid notes this time.
So, she follows.
The Hanok village situated in the less dense hills of Seoul seems to be utterly serene, walking with a demonic tiger and a six-eyed bird with a silly gat adds to the foreign feeling Rumi senses.
Jinu is nowhere to be seen, she can’t see any signs of him, added to the fact that there are barely lanterns lit outside of the traditional houses—the rustling stems of tall bamboos are mostly blocking her way.
The bird trills, worse than the scream it let out in her penthouse balcony earlier, it hops out of the tiger’s head and passes through the iridescent portal. Rumi follows, wary.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” She hears Jinu behind a wooden partition. Behind her, the tiger follows, its yellow eyes huge and watching her move. She feels a slight pass of goosebumps on her skin.
“You sure this is yours?” Rumisays as she enters the room, observant despite Jinu showing his true colors since they met a few nights ago.
It’s a weird sight, Rumi is so used to their modern penthouse in the middle of Seoul that the Hanok is oddly empty and eerie to her. The wooden floors are as bare as the walls, except for the hanging banners with Korean calligraphy written on them and patterned wallpapers.
“Demons like me, who are over 400 years old, are so sick of seeing goblins and ugly demons every day. I deserve this,” He mutters, dusting off a folded mattress he took from the cabinet. “At least I can temporarily be at peace in this place.” He adds.
Rumi frowns before slumping down on the floral mattress. The tiger plops over along with her, probably asking to be pet. She catches sight of Jinu freezing for a bit after their arms touch, and he heads to slide a partition door open, revealing an unkempt courtyard.
“You should ask Saja Boys to trim some grass. Put those demons to good use before sucking souls.” Rumi jokes, pulling one knee close to her chest, propping her arm on top of it.
Jinu doesn’t even know why he asked Rumi to stay.
He feels pathetic for letting her remain despite being hyperaware that Gwi-ma is probably watching his every move. At this point, he’s just waiting to be taken over by the real demon and feast on Rumi’s soul to end it all.
The short time they spent up the hill is too romantic, and too good to be true for a desperate soul—he doesn’t even know if he’s allowed to have one—but he takes advantage of it. He sees Rumi in the same situation as him, he’s just worse—a hopeless case.
Rumi’s perseverance to seal Honmoon makes her shine golden in his eyes, hearing her voice is music to his ears, even if it entraps him deep in the underworld.
Jinu sits down on the edge of the outdoor platform connected to the quarters where Rumi sits. He taps the floor to his side, eyes looking at the white round moon.
He hears soft purring, but he softly swats the tiger away. “Not you,” He groans. Jinu looks back at Rumi, who’s quietly watching him from the inside.
“Gonna wait for Honmoon to break before you sit right next to me or what?” Jinu huffs, rolling an eye at Rumi before facing the courtyard again. He lets his arms rest on his thighs, sitting low.
“Fine, okay!” He hears Rumi groan.
When he feels Rumi’s presence slowly approaching his place, he scoots over a little. Rumi sits on her legs, inches away from Jinu.
“Were you…” He watches Rumi twiddle on her ringed fingers. “Serious about letting us win tomorrow?” Her voice is small.
“Yeah.” Jinu leans both of his palms on the wooden platform, leaning on it as he glances at Rumi. “Kinda want this suffering to end. I’m so tired of hearing his voice over and over again.”
Rumi would never thank having these godforsaken marks on her upper body, but she might be a little bit grateful for his demonic father’s genes for not allowing her to hear Gwi-ma’s diabolical goal to take over the world.
It must be hard for Jinu to be controlled by a gigantic asshole of a fire.
Rumi looks over Jinu, who has also been staring at her for god knows how long. “You look stupid,” She nudges one arm where he’s leaning the most, making him buckle down the floor on his side.
“What’s that for?!” He exclaims, pushing himself up. A few of his fringe tip on his face as he glares at Rumi playfully.
“Don’t stare at me like that.” She says, plucking on a few of the overgrown bushes in the courtyard. “Like you trust me when my goal is to end demons like you.” Her voice is raspy and low.
Jinu frowns as he sits upright. His body tenses a little bit more. “But I do.” He answers, eyes looking far past the clear blue skies of the cold night. “I feel like you’re seeing something in me that I don’t, and I’d rather believe you than be dominated by Gwi-ma.”
Rumi nods in response, humming the sweet tune of their sweet song, her slim fingers still busy tying the long strands of grass into small loops.
“Tomorrow,” Rumi starts, tossing the grass back to the courtyard before glancing back at Jinu. “you’ll help us win and you’ll finally be free. Meet me after the awards.”
Jinu lets a genuine smile unconsciously, and Rumi catches it clearly. What a sight.
They bask a little bit more under the moonlight, Jinu watches a small group of fireflies light a small corner of the house, while Rumi…
Rumi doesn’t know what to do.
“So,”
“Do you…”
“No, you go first.” They both say in unison.
Rumi mentally facepalms herself. Could this night go any more awkward?
Jinu faintly blushes as he palms the back of his head with a sheepish smile on his lips. “Half hunter and demon first.” He says with a chuckle.
She clicks her tongue, a look of grimace flashes on her face quickly before returning to her usual smug expression. “Do you remember the first time we met?”
She sees Jinu nod from her peripheral vision. “Did you bump into me on purpose? To make me sit and watch you play your stupid Soda Pop?” Her voice tinted with humor and sarcasm at the same time, and Jinu internally panics.
“Hey, calm down.” He says, sliding his fingers through the fallen strands of hair on his forehead. “I had to, okay? I’m sorry.” He raises both of his hands as a sign of defeat as he watches Rumi pout even more.
“I didn’t know we’d get to a point where we’ll be like this…” Jinu murmurs, his eyes suddenly don’t know where to look. He tried to look at the ragged edges of the courtyard beams and almost everything around the courtyard, except for Rumi—
Who watches him intently, cheeks puffed as her pout grows even thicker. “Point like what?”
“C’mon, Rumi.” He sighs, scoffing before looking back at her. “You’re smarter than this.”
Rumi narrows her eyes, pout still on her lips as she leans closer to Jinu.
“Like. What.”
Jinu sighs, ruffling his hair out of frustration. He keeps a small distance between them, and Rumi faintly sees a glimpse of apology etched on his face before she sees nothing except a pair of closed eyes so damn close to hers.
Jinu’s eyes are closed as he cuts the distance between them short, his lips on her slightly awned mouth. He doesn’t move.
Her eyes go wide when her senses start to alert her system of what’s happening.
She lets a soft sigh escape her lips, rattled on where she must breathe. Jinu pulls back, and both of them pause, their brown irises searching for each other’s next movement.
Should she pull him back?
Did she not like the kiss?
Jinu freezes in his place when he feels a cold hand snake behind his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. Rumi wouldn’t lie when she says she can feel Jinu’s desperation through the way he kisses—it’s slow but deep, aching for intimacy in this time and age after being entrapped under the fiery eyes of Gwi-ma.
Rumi lets out a gasp when she feels him bite her lower lip. “Sorry.” Jinu pulls back yet again, an unreadable expression present on his face. Disappointment spreads in Rumi’s face almost immediately when Jinu looks away.
“You’re so stupid for a demon over 400 years old.” She says before pulling him for another kiss, this time deeper and hungrier than the first ones. “And don’t kiss me like you’re so worried about everything. It’s fine.” She grunts before cupping his face with both of her small hands.
Jinu grins through their kiss, his hands snake on her waist, pulling her closer. He sighs happily—he’s been waiting for this since he saw her patterns in the bathhouse. When he catches Rumi’s lips open, he lets his tongue slide hastily.
Hearing Rumi like this is a different music to his ears, far from when she has a mic hung on her ear, when she’s on stage—when she tries to seal Honmoon closed and golden.
Rumi sighs tenderly when Jinu’s lips touch her jaw.
They’re out in the courtyard for fuck’s sake. But she doesn’t pay any mind, instead, she pulls him closer as she tugs her fingers in his dark hair, putting her neck at an angle where Jinu can claim more of her.
She tries her best to keep her cool despite feeling an unfamiliar sensation between her thighs. Although with Jinu devouring her like this—she doubts she can keep it closed the entire time.
Her lips part when she feels him nibble her ear, where it’s heavy with a series of piercings. A moan which she tries to keep, escapes her filthy mouth when Jinu’s fangs graze on her skin, his mouth now heading downward where her turtleneck severely obstructs his desired path.
Jinu stops, leaning backwards as he pants. The moonlight flares on his lips, now glossy and slightly puffy from their steamy outdoor make-out. Rumi feels her cheek heat up, and she looks away.
They both look so lascivious that they could pass as lustful demons.
About to lean back, Rumi hesitates when she hears a burbling sound from her right—inside the house. They both watch as the tiger and the bird slowly disappear from a portal on the floor, the three-eyed bird has its three eyes closed shut.
Rumi can’t help but giggle from the sight, it’s embarrassing, true, but with Jinu sitting in front of her like this? She doesn’t care anymore.
When she tries to stand up on her toes, Jinu grips her wrist, where she stops into a squat. “... my way.” He mutters, fingers still wrapped on Rumi’s clothed wrist but his eyes are looking away.
“W-What?”
“I said,” Jinu looks up at Rumi, “your turtleneck’s blocking my way.”
Oh. Oh.
Rumi’s mind goes fuzzy once again, and she feels her face heat up triple to how red she was earlier, so she stands up and runs inside, wrapping herself in a thick comforter to hide from whatever Jinu’s plotting.
She peeks out of a small hole from the comforter’s edges to look for Jinu. He remains seated outside, when his head snaps in her direction, she faintly sees the glow from his eyes—still his brown irises, but shaped similarly to a demon’s.
Did Gwi-ma possess Jinu? She tugs tightly on the comforter out of worry.
In a snap, Jinu finds his way in front of her—marks professionally concealed—this can’t be Gwi-ma. This is Jinu himself.
“I just said your turtleneck’s being a total cockblock, now you’re hiding even more?” He says softly, flapping the loose ends of the comforter. “Did you not like it?” He frowns, his brows furrowed.
Rumi gapes, unsure. Can she do this?
It’s obvious what Jinu wants to happen, but can she let him see her like this? She’s well aware she’s been trying to swoon him by letting them win tomorrow, for their freedom.
“We’re both scarred by these ugly marks, I know.” Jinu says, arms drawing back as he strips from his denim jacket. Rumi can hear her heart rampaging inside her ribcage at this sight.
“Those scars of yours will no longer exist after tomorrow.” He looks away before pulling his hoodie, leaving him in nothing but his jeans. He eyes his body too, as much as Rumi stares at him—his faded purple scars start to dissipate throughout his body, arms, and neck; even his face.
“So I want to see you as you are tonight.”
Rumi can’t understand his expression—shy, embarrassed, disgusted, and betrayed by his marks, but wholly yearning for her vulnerability, intimacy, and scars that they both share for different reasons. She shuts her eyes for a second before untucking herself from the comforter with a sigh.
When she remains still, Jinu understands her invitation. He reaches quickly for the partition to the courtyard, sliding it slam shut before walking back to the mattress where she patiently waits.
She tries not to flinch when Jinu tugs the hem of her cropped hoodie, then slowly pulls it over her head—revealing her short-sleeved turtle neck—where her patterns are hidden well. She tries to hide it with her palms, sliding both of her hands on each of her arms.
“Please, Rumi. Let me see it.” His voice raspy when his rough palms slide over hers, then onto her bare skin. Tracing it with a yearning look in his eyes.
Rumi takes the initiative herself; she pushes Jinu’s hands away from her arms before stripping off her turtleneck, revealing her patterned body beneath her bra. Jinu almost chokes on his spit with her sudden movement.
“For a demon, you absolutely look stupid and clueless.” Rumi grunts before dawdling towards where Jinu is, then crawling into his lap, where both of his legs spread onto the mattress.
Rumi catches a glimpse of a tomato-headed Jinu before seering the space between them with a steamy kiss. Her hands find their way to his rock-solid chest, while his hands snake around the small of her waist. His thumbs brushing the underside of her clothed chest.
She pulls away, giving him butterfly kisses on the side of his neck. “Y-You can take it off if you like.” She murmurs before planting her face under his jaw. She feels Jinu’s breath hitch, before she feels his cold fingers crawl on her back to unclasp her undergarment.
Happy fans, happy Honmoon. The voices of Zoey and Mira echo in her head, but being able to watch Jinu this closely is corrupting all the wires of her mind.
Fuck it.
She kept herself hidden since her younger years, and this…
Sitting in front of Jinu, bare and patterns exposed, is the only time she has allowed herself to be free.
She feels the urge to cover herself with her arms, but Jinu, looking at her with hooded eyes and parted lips, is making her bolder, so she stops herself. Instead, she holds his hand firmly and lets him cup one of her breasts.
Both of them let out a soft gasp when they touched, but Jinu had other plans—he pulled Rumi closer but kissed her neck down to her chest sensually. She can’t help but let out a moan from the foreign sensation, especially when Jinu started to make his way to her sternum, giving it a slow lick.
She whimpers softly in his touch and mouth, with his free hand supporting her back to angle her right—the other caresses her left boob, softly, until it gradually turns into a hungry massage. Her fingers had to tug onto something, and his soft hair is the right outlet for it, so she does.
Hungry to have something in her mouth, she cups Jinu’s face to pull him back eye level—resuming the interrupted kiss they shared outside a few minutes ago. Her hands travel to his chest, down to his abs, carressing every curve and dip the tip of her fingers can touch.
“Want more,” Jinu murmurs in between their kisses which catches her offguard. Rumi’s legs are now parted so wide the crotch of her pants are grinding agressively on Jinu’s clothed cock. She feels him since the time she decide to sit on his lap.
Jinu’s hands travel to her backside, one supporting her back to properly lay her down the mattress comfortably. He then resumes in gnawing her mounds, while his hands travel farther more south, finding its way to the buttons of her tight jeans.
Rumi gets slightly distracted when she feels Jinu’s hands shaking as he tries to unbutton her pants, so she does it herself before giving him a peck on his forehead. Jinu pulls her pants down, revealing her skimpy panties. He stops for a while to stare, but when Rumi smacks his arm to shake him out of his fantasies—he moves back to shower her with wet kisses from her lips down to her navel, then to her covered area.
“W-What are you— Jinu–!” She exclaims before moaning his name when he kisses her clothed bud, tonguing it with passion as if the thin piece of clothing isn’t there.
Rumi can feel herself soaking since they were out in the courtyard, but with him lapping her like this would make everything nastier and sloppier.
She tugs her fingers in his hair, her other hand scratching his back. Begging, whimpering, and pleading to get the thing out of her body so he can delve into her deeper. Jinu obeys quickly, almost tearing her undergarment apart when he tries to pull it fast down her legs.
He stops for a while, making eye contact with Rumi, who’s propped on her elbows as she waits for him to continue. Jinu stares a little while longer, his lips parted—coated with slick—and his eyes full of longing.
He lies chest down then swings Rumi’s legs over his shoulder before diving deep into her folds, kissing it first as softly as he could, then nipping on her sensitive bud, until his tongue finds its way into her hole.
“J-Jinu—” She moans, plopping down on the mattress, almost suffocating his head when her legs twist and try to close from the pleasure Jinu is giving her. Jinu keeps a steady rhythm, his mouth weighing the angelic sound he’s hearing from Rumi to know which one she likes the most.
Rumi covers her mouth when a thick finger of Jinu finds its way to her clit, rubbing it slowly before playful passing it through her pussy, then inserting one that shocks Rumi to her core. Convulsing as Jinu plays with her, and he watches intently as he inserts another—getting pleasure from watching her sprawled in the mattress, with her marks glimmering through the dim light of his house.
“J-Jinu—fuck! C-close, so close—” She chokes, legs in the air as she pulls several strands of Jinu’s hair.
Then Jinu stops, sitting up to look down at her. He licks his lips wet from her own slick. Rumi stares at him, brows furrowed—confused. Why would he stop?
“What…” She sits up as well, Jinu dips to seal her with a kiss. She can taste herself on his mouth, especially when his tongue explores hers like an undiscovered cave, biting her lips a few times before holding her hands to guide her in unbuttoning his pants.
So she does. Hands shaky from the way he edged her climax a little while ago, she’ll need to get her revenge. Both of their mouths still exploring each other, she reaches for the garter of his boxers, inserting her hand in the tight space to hold his fully erect shaft.
Jinu whimpers into her mouth, which tickles something inside her. So foreign, and lustful—she has to do more.
She pulls back before spitting on her hand to lubricate his cock, smearing his precum along with it before moving her hand up and down, barely closing the tips of her fingers. Jinu huffs—slouched, and looking so weak as she touches him.
He breathily groans, a couple of times where he licks his lips but most of the time he stares at Rumi in awe and pleasure.
His hand finds its way to hover over Rumi’s moving hand, guiding her small fingers into a rhythmic jerk, and he becomes more aduibly expressive. Rumi watches him twitch under both of their touch, his knee jerking up at times when they go a little bit faster.
Her last straw would probably taking sight of Jinu so lost in his senses that he reaches a point where full of his fangs show whenever his mouth gapes to let out a moan. She cannot wait any longer, so she stops, earning a loud huff from Jinu before he leans on his palms.
She stares, unable to communicate what she needs. Well, she needs some protection if they really want to do this all the way—
Jinu smirks, a little too hot and sexual in the eyes of Rumi.
Both of their attention snaps to the gurgling sound just beside the mattress, both of them naked and panting, still thirsty for each other’s parts. The tiger who fortunately has its eyes closed peeks out of the portal in the floor, then its mouth awns open—revealing a pack of condoms against its tongue.
What. What?
Rumi huffs out a laugh. “What the fuck is wrong with your demons! This is so stupid!” She cries, hiding her face behind her hands to hide the embarrassment. She looks at Jinu in between her fingers to watch his reaction,
“Cared for them like my damn child, but I guess we won’t be blueballed tonight.” He mutters, hopping out of his pants and boxers to fully free himself. Earning a small gasp from Rumi as his thick cock swings free, then he walks over the tiger to snatch the condom out of its mouth. It draws back down to the portal after. Thank goodness.
“Give me a minute,” Jinu says, before walking to what Rumi supposes, the washroom, to clean off the tiger’s saliva and to do it nice and clean. Rumi can’t help herself, she’s left hanging from the orgasm she knows would top one of her bests—this series of painful waiting and edging just had to come at the awful time and she can’t wait no more.
So she touches herself as she waits. Snaking her fingers to pleasure her own, the tap running in the background, and longing for Jinu’s dick inside her. She goes in circular pattern, stifling a moan as she lies messy on the mattress. Her mind going gaga as she inserts two, her other hand finding its way to her clit to stimulate her more.
“Can’t wait any longer?” She halts, taken aback by Jinu’s husky voice. His eyes shine golden, his brown eyes in thin irises as he peels the condom wrapper off. He stands still in front of a sloppy Rumi, her fingers still plunged inside her when he puts in the elastic in his length.
Then he kneels, as Rumi watches him intently, giving herself small strokes at the sight. Jinu’s the one who pulls her slick fingers out of her throbbing core, then he places his hands beside her head to give her a recalling kiss—careful not to let her long braided her in the way. Much more passionate this time.
“Jinu, please.” She pleads, her hands clammy as she reaches for his cock.
“Impatient as ever,” He huffs, before looking down between them to carefully insert himself. Rumi’s mounds distracting him in a way, so he puts one in his mouth as he thrusts inside her—slow, filthy and very much sensual that gets Rumi clawing his back.
He lets himself adjust in her tightness for a while, but Rumi is getting more impatient the longer it took him to fuck her brains out. Then she moves herself to squelch Jinu deeper, in which they gasp in unison.
Jinu hangs her left leg on his forearm to give himself more space, he doesn’t doubt the flexibility she probably practiced from the extensive dance practices they do, so he pulls her right further.
“I don’t know why they let you hide these marks when you’re this beautiful.” Jinu says, before letting out a low growl as he thrusts in and out of Rumi. Their eyes lock into a passionate eye contact.
He places a palm on Rumi’s belly, pushing down, and she goes wilder. He’s certain her fangs are out, and her marks are much mure vibrant in the dim light—making him thrust in her harder and deeper.
Aside from their filthy moans and whimpers, the slapping sound of their skin echoes inside the bare house, and the moans coming from Rumi get nastier when Jinu angles himself sideways.
“Fuck—” He huffs, grabbing a handful of her breasts as he pounds, then he slows a bit earning a frustrated whimper from her. “On your fours.”
Fuck, indeed.
Rumi blushes hard at the thought of doing that position with Jinu. Good thing, the mattress is soft enough for her to lean down in, so she does.
Rumi quickly kneels on the mattress, popping out her ass in front of Jinu for him to feast deliciously. She sprawls her upper body flush on the bunched comforter to keep her chest on a soft surface.
Jinu, with her figure in that sight, gawkingly stares. He’s got so much pent-up affection he’d love to shower Rumi with.
So he slaps a palmful of her ass, before giving himself a stroke then letting himself inside her once again. Hotter, wetter, and tighter the more Rumi slumps herself down the mattress. Her moans barely heard as her head sinks into the pillow.
Jinu, in this angle, can properly give her nice backshots and profound angles that have her screaming and mewling like this—and he can’t let the opportunity of hearing her this way go.
His thrusts remain full as he reaches out to her long purple braid, wrapping the thin splice of her hair in his knuckles to properly pull her up in their position. “Fuck, fuck Jinu—” She cries, hands sprawled and clenching hard on the mattress as he pulls her further through her hair.
“You look pretty like this.” Jinu grunts, letting the ends of her braids loose to give it a sniff. She smells like the freshly bloomed flowers from the sacred tree Celine solemnly protects.
Jinu growls, his fangs slightly grazing his lower lip as he pounds harder from Rumi. He can’t help but crave to bite on her beautifully mapped out patterns.
So he does.
He gently lays Rumi down, telling her to get back on fours before hugging her from behind as he thrusts. Her hair still a fistful in his hand.
Rumi can feel her spasming around Jinu’s shaft, but she can’t help but crave for more, so she obeys. She props back in the comforter, when she feels Jinu’s arm wrap around her torso, while his other hand lets go of her hair far enough to hold them up.
Jinu’s lips feast on her neck, then to her nape, to her back—where her marks are free form, sprawling, so vast he’s drooling to have a bite. Rumi whimpers a little harder when Jinu lets his fangs graze on her skin a little bit, before he plunges down and giving it a soft bite.
“Jinu,” She stutters from every thrust, “No marks p-please, we’ll perform tomorrow.” She begs, her fingers finding the arms that hug her to claw on it, unaware that one of hers has already turned into a demonic one and it seeps through Jinu’s skin—but he pays no mind.
Just when Jinu’s about to stop from his feisty bite, he hears Rumi getting a little more whinier. She’s probably close.
And Rumi tries to keep it inside her more, but Jinu’s thrusts are so deep she can’t hold it anymore. “Jinu… C-Close—” She huffs, almost falling face flat when Jinu lets go of her body to hold her firmly in the curves of her waist.
The last few of his demonic pounding comes deeper and faster leaving Rumi so weak when they both come at the same time. Jinu smiles when he finishes at the beautiful sight of Rumi in front of him like that.
They both lay on the mattress afterwards, not caring if it's filthy from their course, Rumi sighs with content. “It really does feel right when I have you with me.” She whispers tenderly, reaching out to passionately kiss Jinu.
When they pull back from the kiss, Jinu excuses himself to fetch some cleaning supplies. He comes back with a towel soaked in warm water to wipe her clean, then a fresh set of sheets for them to bundle in.
After Jinu cleans them up, Rumi snuggles sleepily in his arms. It’s still too good to be true, but being able to spend his last night in this world after 400 dreadful years keeps his heart beating happily.
He’ll let the consequences follow. What matters now is Rumi, who seems to find genuine peace after a while of the unfortunate tormenting Gwi-ma throws at Huntrix, is right in his arms.
The same night, a few hours before sunrise, Rumi shakes Jinu awake to bid her goodbye since rehearsals are coming up in a couple of hours. “Thank you for last night. See you after the awards?” She smiles, the lines under her eyes that he always observed is barely there anymore.
“Y-Yeah, see you after the awards.” He says, pulling her into a tight hug and a brief kiss.
When Rumi walks down the stone-paved stairs, Jinu watches intently before she takes a turn onto the main street. Once left alone, Jinu feels the creeping sensation surround him, the sign that Gwi-ma is there, watching, osberving every each of his move.
He catches sight of his marks glow an unsightly color of pink and he feels himself falling back in Gwi-ma’s painful hell.
“What a pitiful sight, for a pathetic soul like you, Jinu.”