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Chapter One - Soul-Mates?

“Do you believe in soul-mates?” Amelia asked, eating her ice-cream. 

“No,” you answer, laughing. “Why do you ask?”

Amelia shrugs, “The book I'm reading. The main characters are soul-mates. One soul cleaved in two, always searching for its other half.” 

“You need to stop reading those romance novels from the market,” you say, laughing as your friend swooned over fictional characters.

“I can’t help it,” Amelia declared, arms stretching out wide. “My heart, my soul, craves that type of romance.”

“Two-star crossed lovers?” you ask, laughing at your friend’s antics. 

“That would be dreamy,” she admits, arms dropping to her side. “But right now the soul-mate kind. The kind that with a single look you know you can’t live without that person and would go through hell just to be with them.”

Rolling your eyes, you take a bite of ice cream. “You know those stories almost always end in tragedy.”

“Not true,” Amelia said. “I can give you a list of books that have happy endings.”

“Can you name one that doesn’t have a girl half naked on the cover?” 

“That’s not the point,” Amelia proclaimed. “My mother says she knew she loved my dad the moment she saw him. They married two weeks into knowing each other, and they just celebrated their 30 year anniversary.”

“Every rule has an exception,” you shrug. 

“Why are you like this?” Amelia asked, finishing her ice cream. 

“Like what?” you ask.

“A party pooper of romance,” Amelia sighs. “Everytime I bring up one of my books I can hear your looks of scorn.”

“You hear my looks of scorn?” you drawl. 

“I heard that one,” she said, causing both of you to laugh. 

“Okay I’m sorry,” you concede. “I just don’t get the whole romance thing.”

“What don’t you get?” Amelia asked, hands covering her heart. “Poeple falling in love, conquering everything to be together. It’s beautiful. You just haven’t read the right book.”

“No thank you,” you say, finishing your ice cream. “I’m fine with my music.”

“That’s just it,” Amelia bounced in her seat. “Whenever you play, I see the way you fall in love with each song. You lose yourself in each note, adding emotions to what is simply notes on the page.”

“So,” you shrug.

“That’s what love feels like.”

Rolling your eyes, you move to stand up. “Then I’ve already found my soul-mate in my violin.”

“Not the same and you know it,” Amelia says, following you out of the ice cream parlor. 

“Amelia,” You stop and look at your best friend. “I love that you love love . It’s one of the best things about you, but it’s just not my thing. Soul-mates, love at first sight I just don’t get.”

“Okay,” Amelia conceded, taking your arm in hers. “But one of these days, I’m gonna create a powerpoint and help you understand.”

“Of that I have no doubt,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes. How you, an orphan with trust issues, ended up best friends with a bubbly family is everything Amelia you  will never know. 

The two of you spend an hour walking around the strip mall, window shopping more than actual shopping,when music begins to play in the courtyard. 

“Who is this?” Amelia asks, making her way towards the gathering crowd. 

Catching a glimpse at a nearby poster, you read. “ The Saja Boys . Must be a new band.”

The pop sugary sweet music played louder as five boys appeared out of a puff of pink smoke. Okay that was cool, you admit even though the song is not your favorite. You prefer classical music, even those orchestra covers from Bridgerton, but this kind of sugary pop, no. Amelia on the other hand is having a ball, quickly catching onto the lyrics. You’re all I can think of, every drop I drink up. You’re my soda pop, my little soda pop. Watching your friend dance to the music, you can’t help but laugh a little. That was until your eyes caught the mint haired boy’s. 

The world seemed to slow down for a split second as the two of you simply stared at each other. Tugging your gaze away at the unfamiliar sensation, your gaze catches the pastel- pink haired boy; the tugging sensation something else free. Eyes lingering on each boy, the sensation builds until you swear you’re choking on it. Overwhelmed, you rub your chest in a vain attempt to release the strange pressure, to no avail. Finally the song ends, and the group disappears as they appeared, in a puff of pink smoke. 

“That was awesome,” Amelia bounced, singing the song as the crowd dispersed.

“Yeah,” you agree, not really paying attention. That tugging in your chest eased a bit as the group left, but despite your efforts it’s still there.

“We’re gonna watch them tonight,” Amelia all but sang. 

“We are?” you ask, as that tugging seemed to yank you towards that idea. 

“Hell yes we are,” Amelia grinned. “The Saja Boys, I think I found a new obsession.”

“Oh good,”  You drawl, deciding whatever was going on must be heartburn from lunch.

Back at your apartment, you take some tums before looking at your violin. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve had the time to play. You don’t mean too, but between working long hours at the restaurant, chores, and life, days go by without picking it up. You used to love going to the same strip mall and busking for some extra cash; you just haven’t had the time. 

“I’m going out, Amelia,” you call to your roommate. 

“But Saja Boys,” She pouted, already seated on the couch. 

“Save it for me,” you say, grabbing your violin. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” 

Looking at the time, you see you have more than enough time to play, and maybe get some extra cash for your efforts. 

 Finding a spot on a corner, away from too many store fronts, but close enough to be seen, you set up shop, so to speak. 

Stretching your fingers, you begin to play a Billie Elish song “I Love You,” slow and steady, perfect for those people stopping by for dinner. Closing your eyes, you lose yourself in every note, meter, and chord. Song over, you move to another ballad, “Falling” by Harry Styles. Time becomes a distant memory as the music just flows through you and out to the crowd. Only when your hands get too cold to move across the instrument, do you stop. 

Letting out a long breath, you feel the ability to breathe return, and that tugging feeling from earlier is gone. 

“That was beautiful,” someone says from your right. 

“Thank you.” You turn around then freeze, unexpectedly, facing the Saja Boys, all five of them. “Uh…what are you…”

”We were walking by and heard the most beautiful music being played,” the pastel pink haired one spoke. 

“Right, thank you,” you say again, blushing. “Don’t you have a tv engagement?"

“Done and over with,” The black haired boy says. 

I should really learn their names, you think squatting to gather the money and coins from your case. Doing a quick count you see you made a decent amount, not the most you’ve made busking, but good enough for a few hours work. 

“Good for you,” you say, stuffing the money in your bag. 

“Are you free for a late dinner?” The pink haired boy asked.

”I really should get home,” you say, clipping your case closed. “But thank you for the invite.” 

“It can be a quick dinner,” he tried again. That’s when you looked into his eyes, and that same tugging sensation returned with a vengeance. It almost felt like some supernatural force wanted you to see these boys, to spend time with them, get to know them. A part of you wanted all that, wanted to go out to dinner with them, learn their names, birthdays, likes, and dislikes. That same part thought about how warm it must be snuggled deep in their arms on a chilly night like this. Just when you were about to give in, the rational side of your brain began working again. 

“I’m okay, really,” you say again, turning to leave before stopping. “Great show today by the way. I mean the one from earlier, the song's catchy.”

”You liked it?” 

“Sure,” you smile, turning to leave. “Goodnight”

”Night,” they all call out to you. 

Shaking your head, you felt the tugging sensation shift to something fierce, as though angry at you for walking away. Doubling over, your vision swims and you try to breathe through the pain.

“Are you alright?” A hand touches your back, sending an electric shock down your spine. 

“I d-d-don’t know,” you answer honestly, looking up to see the boys have come to your rescue. Each face is carved with concern. “I’m sure it’s just something I ate earlier.” 

That excuse might be losing its validity. 

”We should walk you home,” the light pink haired one said, making it more of a statement than a suggestion. 

“Really I’m fine,” you argue, as the burning sensation calmed an inch with every word they spoke. 

“We insist,” The pink haired boy spoke. 

“Okay,” you concede, “On one condition.”

The nod in waiting. 

“What are your names?”  

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“Wait, wait wait,” you hold back a laugh, raising your free hand. “Your names are Romance, Baby, Abby, Mystery, and Jinu?” 

“What’s wrong with them?” Romance asks. 

“Well they sound more like monikers than real names. Except for Jinu,” you say through a laugh. After a moment, you straighten, seeing their downturned faces. You open and close your mouth, flustered. “I mean…Sorry that was insensitive.”

“It’s okay,” Jinu says, although you can still feel the hurt behind the words. 

God I’m always sticking my foot in my mouth, you think. “No it’s not. That was rude of me. I am sorry,” you insist.

“All forgiven,” Abby says with a content smile, although you don’t feel content about it.

 “So how long have you been playing the violin?” he asks again, drawing you out of your discomfort. 

“Well,” you think for a moment. “Since middle school. I joined the orchestra, and from the moment I picked it up, I fell in love.” It doesn’t dawn on you how close that sounded to what Amelia and you were talking about earlier. 

“Love at first sight, huh?” Romance asks with a dreamy sigh, one hand pressed over his heart. 

“Something like that I guess,” you admit, unable to hold back a smile. At least they understand how you can fall in love with music. 

“What about you guys, do you play any instruments?” 

“I play the bipa,” Jinu says. 

“That’s so cool,” you smile, surprised anyone these days knows how to play such an older instrument. “I’ve heard it played over YouTube, but never live. You should play for me one day.”

Jinu smiles. “Anytime.” 

“Awesome.” You look deep into his eyes, his captivating gaze catching all your attention, as that tugging sensation pulls you closer to the raven haired boy. Only when you take a step forward do you catch yourself, rubbing that spot on your chest. Mentally shaking yourself, you continue walking. “How long have you played?”

“Since I was little,” Jinu answers as if nothing happened. “It belonged to my mother.”

“Family heirloom, take care of that,” you say wistfully, wishing you had something like that, besides a family history of drug use and abandonment. Without you even noticing, the tugging aching sensation lessens to a soft thrum the more time you spend with the boys.  

“Oh,how did your tv show go? ‘Play Games with Us,’ right ? ” You ask. 

“We had to drink hot sauce,” Romance made a face. “I lost.”

“I won,” Baby smirked. 

“Good for you?” You question whether that is really a win. “Sounds painful either way.”

“It was,” Mystery said, with a pout. 

Looking around you realize you’ve reached your apartment. 

“Well this is me,” you say, realizing you didn’t want to leave them just yet. When did that happen?

“That offer for dinner still stands,” Abby smiled, perhaps hopefully. 

“Well,” you stammer, looking at your phone. You don’t have work until noon tomorrow anyways and it is just one dinner. What harm could that do? “Okay.” 

“Great,” Romance smiles. “We know the perfect place.”

Turning to leave, you can’t help but wonder how you’ve ended up agreeing to go to dinner with people you’ve just met, let alone rising pop idols.What is it about these boys that draws you in so much? You’ve been called cold, unfeeling by former lovers and even friends. Only Amelia seems to be able to handle your mix of realism and sarcasm, and she still takes breaks now and then. You don’t mind it, at least you tell yourself that. It’s better to be alone than live alone then in false promises. So why does your heart flutter a little as your shoulder brushes Baby’s? Why are you looking forward to getting to know them more? Why is a part of you dreaming of them wanting something more? You are being ridiculous! You chastise yourself. One, they all do not want to date you at once. That is ludicrous. Two, they are just being nice. That’s all. You are going to stop looking at them like some tweenage girl. So why are you wondering how soft Mystery’s hair is, and what his eyes look like underneath his bangs?  

Half an hour later you find yourself seated at a round table, each giving you suggestions of what to eat. 

“You should try the bibimbap, it’s the best here,” Baby said, his deep voice catching you a little off guard. 

“Nah, the bulgogi has the most delicious sauce,” Abby cut in confidently. 

“I like the galbi.” Mystery’s soft voice felt like a balm to whatever pressure has been in your chest since this afternoon. 

“I think I’ll get the galbi,” you say, setting your menu down, decision made. “So tell me everything.”

They all look at each other confused. “What do you want to know?” Jinu asked.

“How’d you all meet?” you ask, noticing all boys turned to look at Jinu before anyone answered. 

“Well,” Jinu started, taking a drink of water. “We all sort of met in the army.”

“Sort of?” 

“We’ve crossed paths before, but the army was the place we all became friends,” Romance says, his head resting on his hands in the cutest way. “Tell us about you. We know you play the violin. What else?”

“I work at the restaurant Baek Ri Hyang full time,” you answer. “Which doesn't leave much time for anything else.”

“Do you enjoy your work there?” Jinu asks. 

“‘Enjoy’ is a strong word,” you answer honestly. “It’s necessary, and my bosses are pretty cool, so overall it’s a good job.”

How and why and I'm telling these boys about my life? You ask yourself, taking a drink of water. Usually closed off, for some reason you want them to know everything about you, and you want to know everything about them. 

“You must have some funny stories,” Baby asks, his deep voice soothing something deep in your chest. 

“I have a few,” You nod. They all look at you expectantly, and once again you ask yourself how you ended up here, at this moment, having dinner with a boy band . Why does it feel like the perfect place to be? “Well there was this one time a food fight broke out.”

“At Baek Ri Hyang ?” Romance asks. 

“Yeah.” You laugh at the memory. “There was this one table, full of girls, that was being quite loud, but whatever, I didn’t care. Apparently it was one of their birthday’s. However, a nearby table did not like the noise at all. Instead of complaining to me, the host, they take matters into their own hands.” You smile .”One second table one was enjoying food and drinks, singing whatever song was on the radio, and the next table two threw their water on table one.”

“What did you do?” Abby asks with a chuckle. 

“Nothing,” You shake your head with a grin. “I let them throw their food at each other until both sides calmed down and an additional cleanup bill.” 

“So you stood there and let it happen?” Baby asks, with a smirk. 

“Basically.”

“I like this one,” Baby says decisively, squeezing your knee under the table. Your heart skips a beat at the contact. What is wrong with you? Get it together.  

“I like her too,” Abby says, making you flush, as they all agree. 

Okay, what is happening? You ask yourself, wondering why your heart is fluttering, and cheeks blushing under the attention. 

Violin in hand, you quietly unlock your door, careful not to wake Amelia. It wasn’t until you were way home you even thought about having invited her to dinner. Already a fan, she would have been over the moon to have dinner with her new idols. But something about the idea of her flirting and swooning over any of them made you nauseous and furious at the same time. Still, a part of you felt bad for not even thinking about it. 

Looking around the dark apartment, you let out a relieved sigh. Great, I won’t have to explain how I ended up having dinner with the Saja Boys, and didn’t invite her. 

The Saja Boys? What is even happening right now? Not only did they seemingly find you busking, (granted you were at the mall they played at, you mind tries to rationalize) but they took you out to dinner. Why did you go to dinner with them? Never in your life have you met a person one minute, and the next thought, “You know what, I want to go on a date with that person.” What few dates you’ve been on have always been with people you’ve known for a while. Today though, you meet these rising pop stars, and agree to go to dinner with them the same day. You didn’t even pay for dinner. When you tried to pay for yourself, all of them were adamant you would not. 

“We got this,” Baby said, voice firm. 

“Yes, we invited you out afterall,” Romance said with those gorgeous dark brown eyes leaving no room to argue. 

Setting down your violin in your room, you make your way to the bathroom, pausing to look at yourself in the mirror. So was that a date?  You ask yourself after a moment, clipping your hair back. Did I just go on a date with the Saja Boys? All five of them? You begin washing your face. No, you visibly shake your head. They were just being nice. What could they possibly see in you to warrant all this attention? It’s not like you’re Rumi from Huntrix. You’re normal, nothing special. (You are special and beautiful in every way I know it, Bestie). They were just being really nice, that's all. You tell yourself finishing your face routine and brushing your teeth before heading to bed. 

Crawling under the covers in nothing more than your usual underwear, you pull the comforter up to your chin and settle into your pillows. Determined to think of anything other than the Saja Boys, you mentally plan your day tomorrow, the appointments you need to keep, your schedule for the next week, and even begin counting sheep, but nothing works to settle your mind. Turning to your other side, you finally let your mind wander to the five boys. Romance, with his long pastel blush hair with jagged bangs. Abby, with his fiery pink hair matching his assertive bright personality and arms so thick they strained against his shirt. Baby, with his minty-turquoise hair and eyes that always seemed to find yours no matter the circumstance. Mystery, his ashy almost lavender long hair, covering his eyes, leaving so much to the imagination. And finally, Jinu, dark ebony hair matching his deep eyes, wringing out secrets you didn’t think you’d tell. Mind presenting details of each boy you didn’t realize you noticed, sleep finally washes over you.

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Chapter 3 - Perfect Timing

The Saja Boys

“She’s asleep,” Mystery says from his position outside your window. 

“How can you tell?” Abby asks, head against his forearm, unable to tear his gaze from your still form. 

“Her breathing has deepened and evened,” Mystery answers. “She was thinking of us.”

“I could feel the tug on the bond,” Romance says to Mystery’s left. “It’s deepening.”

“It hurt her today,” Baby says, from the back of the group. “You saw that.”

“Only when she was denying it,” Jinu explains. “Give her time, the bond will solidify and soon she’ll be ours.”

“I’ve waited centuries to find her, and she’s perfect.” Abby grins. “Did you hear the way she played today?”

“The most beautiful sound I think I’ve ever heard,” Romance dreamily sighed..

“She calmed the voices,” Mystery said, watching as you turned over in your sleep, tugging the blanket down so your breasts were barely hidden. 

The group collectively took a breath. “She’s breathtaking,” Jinu says. “But we can’t stay here watching her all night.”

“Why not?” Abby asks. “She needs us close. You said it yourself, the bond could hurt her if we’re not close.”

“No, I said it hurts her when she denies it,” Jinu clarifies. “As long as she doesn’t deny it, it’ll be a thrum beneath her skin pulling her towards us.”

“And we’re sure she’s the one?” Baby asks, even as their own bond pulls towards you.

“I am,” Mystery says. “She’s our other half.”

As the moon moves across the sky no one makes a move to leave from your window until the sky begins to lighten for a new day. 

You 

I’m Gonna show you how it’s Done Done Done, Huntrix don’t quit, plays over your phone, telling you it’s time to wake up. Turning off the song, you stretch, waking up your muscles. You catch the time as you sit up; you have just enough for your morning run before you have to head to work. 

Running has always been cathartic for you, a repetitive routine easy to get lost in. Today something felt off though. That tugging sensation in your chest never quite settled down after waking up; more of a silent constant thrum pulling you this way and that. You took an antacid before going on your run, but something in the back of your mind is really starting to worry it might be something more. Just as you hit mile three, you turn around to head home. The noise of the streets, people bustling this way and that is a pleasant buzz to your mind until you pass a billboard with the Saja Boys smiling faces looking down at you. 

Catching your breath, you can’t help but look at it for a while, taking time to trace every feature on high display. How have these boys gotten so huge in only a matter of days? You think. Why can’t I get away from them? And why don’t I want to?

 Forcing yourself to run past the billboard, you quicken your pace back home. 

Upon arrival you realize you took a bit too long. Nearly late for work, you shower quickly and tie up your hair as you rush out the door.

“Shit shit shit,” you say, grabbing your purse before hurrying downstairs; maybe if you run you can make it on time. 

In your hurry you nearly miss him. Luckily you don’t. 

“Need a ride, sweetheart?” Romance asks, leaning against a black sleek BMW. 

“Yes,” You breathe, so relieved you don’t even think to question how and why he’s alone waiting outside your building. 

“Hop in,” he smiles, opening your door. 

“You are a life-saver, Romance. Thank you so much,” you slide into the front seat. 

“To Baek Ri Hyang , I assume?” Romance asks, starting the car. 

“Yeah.” You breathe out another sigh of relief. “Seriously, thank you for this. I lost track of time this morning, and without you I’d be really cutting it close.”

”You should take my number,” he casually offers, “In case this ever happens again. I’d be happy to lend a hand.”

”I’m good," you decline. Suddenly something in your chest rends painfully, leaving you breathless. You double over in your seat, hissing through your teeth. 

“(Y/N) are you okay?” Romance voice is laced with concern, placing a hand on your back. 

“I’m fine,” you take a few deep breaths, willing the pain to subside.

”Are you sure you should be working today?” Romance asks. 

“Yes,” You nod. You can’t afford to lose a day's wage. 

Out of the corner of your eye you notice him chancing looks over you even as he drives, or maybe you’re hoping he’s chancing looks at you. 

“Take my number, and if something happens call me and I can come get you,” Romance says. Glancing up again, you can see a gentle frown on his expressive face, the concern you heard before plain as day. 

“I should be fine really,” you insist, even as the pain starts returning. “Okay okay,” you breathe. 

What the hell is going on? You think, realizing Romance might be right. But you need to work, and surely you’ve worked through worse before. In a compromise, you finally nod.”I'll take your number and call if I need.” 

After putting his number in your phone, you pause a moment before raising the device to face him. “Smile.”

”What are you doing?” He concedes, sparing a moment to glance over at you before putting his eyes back on the road. 

“I need a picture of you for my phone,” you say, completing his contact card. “Thank you for this. I mean to say that I’m usually really good at being on time. This is just a one off thing.” You notice his free hand on the stick-shift, and suddenly you have to fight the urge to reach out and hold it.  Get a grip, he’s just being nice.  

“Thanks again for taking me to work. I hope it wasn’t an inconvenience or anything,” you say, unable to keep your eyes to yourself. 

“Happy to do it, Sweetheart. What made you so late this morning then?” Romance asks, mercifully allowing you both to move on from your strange fit.  

“I took a bit too long on my run,” you answer, not admitting to the five or so minutes you spent staring at their billboard. “Oh, I did see your billboard while I was out. Congrats, you guys are really blowing up.” 

“Thank you,” he smiles, sending your stomach flip-flopping. After a moment you realize the car has pulled to a stop. “Here we are, sweetheart, Baek Ri Hyang .”

”Thanks again, Ro,” you use a nickname without really thinking about it. “I’ll find a way to repay you. Promise.”

”I’m sure you’ll think of something, (Y/N),” he says. “Have a good day at work.”

”Bye,” you step out of the car, giving him one last wave before heading inside. 

In the employee area, you take a second to send Romance a quick text. “ This is (Y/N) <3. ” Should I have said more? Should I not have included the heart emoji? 

Before you have time to overthink the text, the lunch rush pulls you in, making thoughts of a pop idol acting as your personal taxi service fall to the back of your mind. 

Hours later, you’re wrapping silverware when your coworker comes over, grinning. “Was that Romance from the Saja Boys who dropped you off?”

”Um,” you start, unsure how to answer. This feels personal. You aren’t ashamed of Romance, or of knowing any of the boys, but this feels different. A part of you wants to keep whatever relationship is building with them private for as long as possible. 

”Yes it was.” You say, deciding lying would only lead to more problems. 

“And how do you know him?” She asks, grabbing your arm. “I can’t get their song out of my head, My Little Soda Pop! Oh, and did you see his cheek bones?” She swoons next to you. “He is gorgeous.”

”I suppose so,” you allow, feeling a growing distaste for this coworker. 

“‘Suppose so?’” She proclaims. “Have you not seen them? My personal favorite is Jinu. Those eyes! That smile . I could drown. Do you know him? Jinu?”

”Uh…” You start, completely blanking on what to say. Thankfully a large group walks through the door at that moment. Saved, you breathe, putting on your customer service persona. “Welcome to Baek Ri Hyang, how many will be dining with us today?” 

One eight hour shift later, you wave goodbye to your coworkers, before heading out the back door. Taking in the cool spring evening air, you begin walking home. Putting on your headphones, you notice you have a new text message from Romance. 

“ Hello sweetheart, do you need that ride home from work? ” 

Grinning, you feel your heart swoon. You consider taking him up on his offer. The desire to see him again washes over you, but the night is perfect for a walk home. Maybe with a long stroll you might be able to figure out what is going with your life. “Thank you, but I’m going to walk home. The night air is too beautiful not to enjoy.” 

Putting on your favorite playlist, you begin the walk home. You’ve made this same walk countless times, even during this time of night, and you’ve never been frightened. Tonight though, as you take your usual shortcut down a familiar alley, something changes. The night seems to get darker, and you swear the alley got longer.  

Trusting your instincts, you take out your headphones. 

“Hello? Is anyone there?” 

Nothing, but you cannot shake the feeling that someone, or something, is following you. 

A deep voice, almost growl, speaks from around you, nearly making you stumble. “Now what do we have here?”. 

Looking around for whomever spoke, you cannot find anyone. Picking up the pace, you reach into your bag for your mace. Great, this is what I get for not accepting a ride. You think, trying to calm your rushing heart. 

You look around, spinning in place. Despite not seeing anyone, you can tell there’s someone here. “I have mace.” You call, heart in your throat. 

Hands suddenly grab your shoulders, slamming you into the wall. Fear threatens to overwhelm you as you take precious seconds to catch your breath. You can’t panic, panicking will not help.  

“You don’t look like much to me,” the same voice taunts in your ear, too close for you to get a good look at the speaker. “I wonder what they see in you?” 

“Why don’t you let go and find out,” you whisper, using the momentary pause to knee your attacker in the groin, following it up with a spray of the mace to the eyes. Taking off down the alley, it didn’t take long for heavier footsteps to follow.

“Fucking bitch!” 

Refusing to look back, you run as fast as your legs can go. When did this alley get so long? You think, finally running out into the street lights. Pausing to breathe, you notice you've reached the strip mall from yesterday. 

“Ma’am are you okay?” A nearby security guard approaches from their post. 

“I’m fine,” you let out a shaky breath. “But a-a-a guy, was,” you point back down the alley. “He wanted- He nearly.” Air, you needed air. 

“Ma’am have a seat,” the security guard says in an effort to calm you, while leading you to a nearby bench. “Breath into your hands like this.” He said, holding his hands together. 

Not being able to breathe, you take his advice. Tears threaten to fall at the thought of what could have happened to you back there. He was bigger than you, and nearly faster than you. What if you didn’t have your pepper spray? What if he was faster than you? What if you kept your headphones in? 

A familiar deep voice, steady, like an anchor in turbulent waters.”Y/N)?”

“Baby?” 

You look up to see the mint-haired boy standing over you. 

“Oh thank god.” You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, letting yourself fall into his arms. 

“I got you,” his grounding voice spoke softly in your ear. “You’re safe.” 

In this moment, you didn’t care how or why he got there. At this moment, you need him. You need to feel his strong arms holding you together, telling you that you were in fact safe. 

“Angel, I need you to breathe,” Baby said, pulling back to press your foreheads together. “Breathe with me.” He takes a deep breath, and you attempt to repeat it. “And out,” he whispers, watching you try to follow. It takes a number of tries but you finally begin to feel the panic subside. 

“There we go,” he praises, wiping your tears away.   

“Thank you,” you whisper, swallowing. 

“Ma’am,” the security guard gently cuts in. “We checked the alleyway, but couldn’t find anyone.”

”Thank you for checking,” Baby says, keeping one arm around you, the other reaching to shake the guard's hand. 

“Take care of her,” the guard says with a nod. 

“I will,” Baby assures, turning back to you. “I’m going to drive you home.”

”Okay,” you agree. “I think I dropped my mace.”

”I’ll buy you new mace,” Baby said with a reassuring smile, leading you to his car.

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Sitting in Baby’s car, you sniffle, wiping at tears that refuse to go away. Replaying the moment over and over in your head, you realize how close you came to something terrible happening. 

“Hey,” Baby says, taking your hand and giving a comforting squeeze. “You’re okay.” 

“I know,” you let out a shaky breath. “It’s just…How close I was to not … It’s scary.”

“But you are okay,” He said firmly. “You fought that asshole and got out of there.”

“Yeah,” you say shakily. 

“No ‘ yeah ,’ you did that. You kicked ass today and saved yourself. That is amazing,” Baby asserted. “You are safe because of you .”

“I am,” you begin to smile. “I am safe because I kicked his ass. Well, technically I kneed him in the balls.”

“Even better,” Baby laughs, and finally you let out a chuckle with him.  

“Thanks for being there,” you say, as a thought crosses your mind. “Wait, why were you there?”

”I was coming back from dinner when I heard you crying. I just wish I got there sooner,” Baby says, kissing the back of your hand. 

The air thickens as you attempt to catch your breath, Baby’s eyes never leave yours. “Me too,” you whisper, a pull deep in your chest tugging you towards him. 

It's lips meeting. It’s shocks down your spine. It’s the world spinning in the opposite direction. It’s soft, hesitant; two people exploring the idea of love. His hand finds the side of your face, moving to the back of your neck. Tilting your head ever so slightly, he kisses the side of your mouth. 

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, nudging your nose with his. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you smile back, breathlessly. Time lost all meaning, as his lips find yours again. Just as his tongue licks your lips, your phone goes off, causing you to jump at the sudden noise. 

“Sorry,” you whisper, seeing a text from your friend, Amelia. 

“Where are you? You okay?” 

“Long story, be up soon.” 

“I should go,” you say, sliding your phone into your purse. 

”You can stay,” he whispers, and something inside you jumps at that idea. 

“I have to work in the morning,” you answer, with a note of regret.

“Would you like me to walk you upstairs?”

Considering it for a moment, you look up at your lit-up apartment. Thinking of Amelia’s reaction, you shake your head. “I’m fine, thank you.”.

“Hold on,” Baby said, getting out of the car and quickly running around to open your door. 

“You don’t have to-”

“What if I want to?” his voice deepens, as he opens the door.  

“Then okay,” you say, biting your lip. God, you’ve known this man for only a day, and somehow you've kissed him and you’re falling for him. What is going on with my life?

Opening your building’s door, you turn around. “Baby?”

“Yes, Angel?”

“Um…” you say looking down, feeling suddenly embarrassed. Going for it you ask, “Would you like my number?” 

“Of course,” he smiled widely, making your knees wobble slightly. 

Exchanging numbers, he kisses your cheek. “Call if you need anything, Angel.”

”I will.” You blush before hurrying into your building. 

Walking into your apartment, you’re on cloud nine. Heart spinning, you cannot stop the grin plastered your face. 

“Okay, so tell me that wasn’t Baby from the Saja Boys giving you a ride home from work?” Amelia demanded the moment you walked into your apartment. 

Right, Amelia; your roommate and best friend. The person whom you haven’t seen in a day, and who is currently obsessing over the Saja Boys; at least the last you checked. What are you going to tell her? 

“Um…” You don’t answer, making your way to your bedroom. 

“Don’t Ummm me,” Amelia followed. “That was Baby wasn’t it?”

“No,” You lie scrunching your face. 

“That’s your lying face,” Amelia proclaimed, triumphantly. “That was Baby. How do you know him?”

“Um…okay well,” You start, running your hand through your hair. “I met them yesterday.”

“ Them? What do you mean, them ?”

“Remember when I went out busking last night?” Amelia nodded, and you continued. “The whole band found me playing, and we… endedupallgoingtodinner.”

“And you didn’t think to invite me?” Amelia asked, sadly 

“It was late,” you try to justify. “You were already asleep or going to sleep.” 

“I would’ve woken up,” Amelia replies, voice rising an octave.  

“I should have invited you,” you admit, twisting your hands. “I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t think about it until I got home.”

“It’s okay, I get it,”  her tone clipped, Amelia turns to walk away. 

“No, you don’t,” you walk after her. “I was a jerk for not inviting you. I’m sorry, I should have.”

“You forgot. It’s okay,” she says, clearly trying not to appear hurt. “I made dinner, it’s in the fridge if you want some.”

“Thanks,” you say, feeling horrible. Amelia being mad, you can handle. Amelia being hurt, less so. 

Wanting to follow and explain yourself, you stop in the center of the kitchen. You have no idea how to explain yourself. During the last twenty-four hours, you went out to dinner with the Saja Boys , had one of them drive you to work, and then kissed another.  How are you going to explain any of what’s happening in a way that doesn’t further hurt her feelings? 

Cursing, you open the fridge to find your dinner already plated. She really is the best friend, and you screwed up. You know it’s not not inviting her, it's forgetting her. It’s knowing how much she’d love getting to know them, and completely forgetting about her. 

I’m such a shitty friend, you think, sitting down to dinner. 

Baby stays until he’s certain you’re home, the memory of your kiss still tingling on his lips. It was soft, tentative, and everything Baby dreamed of. He only wishes it didn’t end so quickly. Driving home, he made his way up to their shared apartment. His mates are going to need to be filled in on the night’s events. God, if he were a hair slower that demon might have gotten its claws into you. 

“What happened?” Jinu asks as Baby walks through the door. 

“A demon found her. We’re lucky I happened to be close by,” Baby answers, knowing that he wasn't the only one who felt your terror during the attack.

“So quickly?” Abby asks, standing from his spot on the couch. 

Baby shrugged. “Seems that way. I got there just as it was about to grab her.”

“What’d you do?” Jinu asks, as Romance and Mystery put down the controllers from whatever game was currently displaying ‘game over’ on the tv screen. 

“Grabbed the fucker, and snapped his neck before he could lay another hand on her,” Baby answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Good,” Romance let out a sigh of relief. 

“She didn’t see you,” Mystery confirms.

“No,” Baby shook his head. “After taking a moment to calm down, I transformed back into this form, and walked by as if coming back from dinner.”

“But she’s okay?” Romance asks, fist clenched over his chest. 

“Yes, when I left her she had calmed down, and was home safe,” Baby answered, leaving out the part where they kissed. That’s something special between you and him.

“We can’t leave her alone anymore,” Abby dec;ares. “If a demon has found her already, there’s no telling when another will try.”

“No we can’t,” Jinu agreed. “We need to take shifts watching over her.”

“What about when all five of us are needed for things?” Romance worries. “We can’t leave her alone anymore.”

“Derpy and Sussie will watch over her, and alert us if anything is nearby,” Jinu responds. 

“I don’t like that idea,” Baby shook his head. 

“We don’t have much of a choice,” Jinu responds, as Abby punches the wall. 

“We have another problem,” Mystery spoke up. “A demon has found her.”

“We know that,” Abby snapped. 

“Then Gwi-ma has found her as well.” Mystery continued. 

A series of curses from each boy echoed through the room. If Gwi-ma knows, then there’s no telling what he might try: poison, torture, death. None of which, if Baby had his way, would befall you. 

“Let’s not jump to conclusions just yet,” Jinu spoke, the voice of reason. “It’s one demon, who may not have realized what she is.”

“Or I killed it before it could report back to Gwi-ma,” Baby answered. 

“Exactly,” Jinu pointed at Baby. “Let’s just keep an eye on (Y/N), and keep her safe.”

“Nothing will get past me,” Abby rubbed his fist with his hand.    

“Or any of us,” Romance adds. “I’ll take the first shift.”

“Why you?” Abby asked. 

“Because I called it,” Romance says. 

“You can’t just call it,” Abby retorted. “We need to vote on it.”

“No we don’t,” Romance countered, as Jinu cleared his throat, gaining their attention. 

“Mystery’s already left,” Jinu pointed to the closing door. 

The next morning, you get up early, go to your favorite coffee shop, and with your purchases in hand, make your way home just in time for Amelia to be coming out of her bedroom. 

“Hey, Bestie. I know you probably still hate me, and you have every right, but I got you coffee and a scone. It’s blueberry. Warmed up.”  You hold up the purchases in your hands, a sheepish smile on your face. 

“I’m not mad, (Y/N),” She says with a sigh. “I just…”

“I know,” you put down your purchases on the table. “I should have asked you to come, but honestly everything’s happened so fast. It’s almost like some crazy outside force has been pulling me in their direction and I can’t stop it.” 

Frowning, Amelia grabbed her coffee and scone, making you smile a little. Small win. 

“What do you mean?” Amelia asked, sitting at the table. 

You shrug, trying to put into words what you’ve been feeling. “It’s going to sound crazy.”

“Okay.”

“Well, ever since we saw them I’ve been drawn to them.”

“Like a fan ?” Amelia wryly.

“No like…” You sip your coffee, carefully choosing your next words. “Like I want to be around them all the time.”

“Like a fan,” Amelia points out.

“No,” you repeat. “It’s more than that I swear. It’s almost like some invisible force is pulling us together. They keep showing up when I need them, and I like it.”

“Like a fan would?” she asks. 

“It’s more than that, like… yesterday I was running late for work, and Romance was downstairs waiting with his car to take me to work,” you admit.  

“How did he know when you worked?”

Biting your lip, you answer. “I may have told them during dinner.”

“Okay so now we have five boys taking your dinner, one driving you to work, and the other taking you home. In one day ,” she says..

“Well there’s one more tiny detail, but it needs context.”

“What?”

“You know that alley I take as a shortcut?” you ask. 

“The one I always say is too risky? Yes. ”

“Well you were right,” you admit. “I was attacked in that alley by some creep. Pretty sure he was trying…” You shake your head. “You know what doesn't matter. I fought him off, kneed him in the balls.”

“Oh my god, are you okay? What’d you do next?” she asks, taking your hand in hers. 

“I ran like hell,” you admit, still more than a little shaken from the ordeal. 

“Oh my god (Y/N),” Amelia pulls you into a hug. “You should have said something last night!”

”That’s the thing, I’m fine,” you say. “After I ran like hell, Baby found me hyperventilating on a bench. He helped me calm down enough to breathe, and drove me home.”

“And you’re sure you’re okay? Do you want me to meet you at work and walk home with you?”

“Maybe,” you admit, heart racing at the idea of walking home alone again. “You sure you can?”

“Yeah, my bus passes by on the way home, I’ll just take an earlier stop,” she agreed. 

“Thanks, Amelia. You’re the best,” you two hug at the table. 

“Okay so back to Baby finding you freaking out.” Amelia changes topics. “How did he find you?”

”He was walking past after dinner.”

”At the mall?”

“Yeah.”

”Okay, so now we have dinner, car ride, saving, car ride?” she ticks off with her fingers. 

”Okay um.. Baby and I might have sort of kissed a little,” you blush. 

“Okay,” she nodded once, taking a bite of her scone. Her eyes have definitely widened, but you can’t exactly read her mood. “So let me get this all straight. Dinner, car ride, saving, car ride, kiss?”

”Yeah that’s about it,” you nod. “Oh wait,” you bit your lip already hearing how crazy everything else is. “I sort of gave Romance and Baby my number.”

”So they all have your number.”

”Yeah.” You’d like to think they wouldn’t share your number, but thinking about it, you aren’t super sure they wouldn’t; at least with each other. 

“Okay so now we have dinner, car ride, saving, car ride, kiss, number exchange. All in one day?” Amalia asked, skeptically. 

“No, dinner was the night before,” you try to argue. 

“It all just seems like a lot,” Amelia says. “Like one of those things happening sure, but all of them? Weird.”

”It's not weird,” you insist, weakly. 

“It’s weird. You kissed one twenty-four hours into knowing them. If I didn’t know you, I’d swear you were already falling for him.”

“What if I am?” You ask, not wanting to point out the growing feelings for all the boys. 

“Then I’d say slow it down,” she answers. “I mean I’m all for love and first sight, but this, this is fast. Slow it down.”

“You might be right,” you admit, as the burning sensation presses in your chest again. 

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Letting out a long breath, you try to breathe through your anxiety. “It’s just a run; just a run. You did this yesterday. You do this most days. So what it’s through some wooded areas, and not a lot of people around.” Shaking your limbs, you attempt to get past the rising anxiety. “Just a quick run through the city. I can do that.”

“Screw it,” you mutter, pushing yourself forward. You’ve been running for years. You always feel better, and life makes more sense after a good run. Today, you need that clarity now more than ever. Finding your pace, you'll be sure to keep one ear out for anything out of the ordinary. 

As you fell into the familiar rhythm, you let your mind wander. You promised Amelia you’d back off from the Saja Boys. Honestly, it’s not like you sought them out; they just sort of appeared in your life. Right when you need them, which honestly sounds crazy. Craziest part? That doesn’t freak you out. It should. You should be questioning them, avoiding them, but if you're honest with yourself, you like it. There hasn’t been a single person in your whole life who wanted to be around you, who chooses you above everyone else. Yeah, it’s been a  little more than a day now, but it’s been a good day. Should you slow down? Yes. Will you slow down? I don’t know. You think as footsteps sound behind you. 

Heart thrumming in your throat, world narrowing, you wait, hoping they’d just go past. When the footsteps begin to slow down enough to meet your pace, the air becomes thick in your lungs. Footsteps sound right behind you, and you whip around. 

“Ahh,” you shout, right leg already going to hit the person in the groin. 

“Whoa, Gorgeous.” Abby smiled, catching your leg before it made contact.

“Oh my god,” you breathe rapidly. “I thought you were…Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Abby smiled, letting go of your leg. “I saw you out running and thought you might like company. I guess my idea to scare you wasn’t the best, huh?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Not today, at least.”

“I’m sorry,” he says apologetically. “Baby told us a little of what happened last night. Are you okay?”

Of course, he told them, you think. “He did, did he?”

“Yeah, you okay?” Abby asks again. 

“Yeah,” you lie. “I’ll be fine.”

Abby looked at you as if he could read your mind, or at least your lie. “Since we’re here, want to run together?” he asks, changing the topic much to your relief. 

You take a second to consider the request. You should decline and go about your run by yourself; however, having Abby here suddenly makes you feel worlds safer. Running alone can be dangerous, but running with a big, strong man, whose thick arms are on wondrous display in his tank top… shaking your head, you look down slightly embarrassed. 

“Um..” you look up, seeing him patiently waiting for your answer. “Alright.”

Abby smiled. “I’ll match your pace.”

“I run pretty fast.”. 

“I bet I can keep up,” he grinned wickedly. 

“Alright,” you smile, getting back to your run. 

It felt nice, running with Abby. The pair of you find a new pace, and the world seems to right itself. Once again, one of the Saja Boys has shown up when you needed them, and once again, you’re relieved. Instead of worrying about someone coming up on you, you get lost in your run. In the repetitive routine, soothing your frayed nerves. After about half an hour, you start to slow down. 

“Are we done already?” Abby smirked. 

“I wish I could go longer, but I have work. If I don’t turn around now, I’ll be late,” you answer.

“How about I give you a ride?” Abby suggested. 

You know you should turn him down. Once again, that promise to Amelia flashes in your mind, and once again, you find yourself justifying breaking it. It is just a ride to work, and it’s safer than taking the bus.  

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.” You ask, running in place to keep warm.  

“You’re not a bother,” Abby shook his head, smiling. 

“Alright then, thank you,” you agree, starting to run back to your apartment.

After a few minutes of friendly silence, you finally work up the courage to ask a question that’s been plaguing you since your talk with Amelia last night. “You know you guys are being too nice to me. I have to wonder why.”

“We just want to get to know you,” Abby smiled at you. 

“Why me?” 

“Why not?”

“I’m no one special,” you say, taking a few deep breaths. 

“I think you are,” Abby’s voice deepened. 

“You barely know me,” you argue, coming to a stop under the shade of a tree. 

“Well, I know you play the violin; beautifully,” he started. “I know you work as a hostess at Baek Ri Hyang. I know you care deeply for your friend. I know you’re strong and fight like hell.”

“That’s not a lot,” you argue, not realizing how close you two are standing. 

“I want to know everything about you,” Abby whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 

“But why ?” you whispered back, placing a hand on his chest. 

“I can already see how amazing you are.” He placed one hand on your cheek and neck. 

“I still don’t…” his lips on yours interrupt whatever you were about to say. 

Chills from head to toe, as his lips move against yours. Slowly, your hands wrap around his waist, as his hand tilts your head back slightly. His tongue licks your lips, and with a happy sigh, you open your mouth. His tongue slips into your mouth, slow and steady. The kiss continues until you need to pull back for air. 

“Wow,” you breathe, still in each other’s space. 

“I want to take you out,” Abby smiles. 

“Like on a date?” 

“Like a date,” Abby confirmed. 

“Okay,” you grin. “I’m free Tuesday.”

“Tuesday it is,” he gives you a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. 

Later at work that day, you couldn’t keep the smile from your face. Yeah, you promised Amelia you would slow down, which lasted less than twelve hours, and most of those you spent asleep or alone in your apartment. Now you’ve kissed Abby and have a date planned for Tuesday. At this point, you’re almost expecting either Jinu or Mystery to show up to give you a ride home. 

“You look like you slept with a hanger in your mouth,” your coworker says, as you fold silverware. 

“Do I?” you laugh. 

“Yes, so dish. Who is it?” 

“No one,” you shake your head. You’re not ashamed of whatever relationship you’re building with seemingly an entire boy band, but until you have a better grip on whatever is happening, you want to keep the details to yourself. 

“Oh, is it the boy who dropped you off yesterday? Or the one who dropped you off today?” 

“I’m not saying,” you repeat. 

“Oh, come on, I won't tell,” she begged. 

“No.” You finish up the silverware just as the ding of the front door pings. Walking up, you start your usual greeting. “Welcome to Baek Ri Hyang, how many for dinner…Jinu, what are you doing here?” 

“I’ve heard how good the food was, and want to check it out,” he says with that soft smile that makes your stomach flip-flop and brain turn to mush.  

“Is it just you?” 

“Just me.”

“Right this way,” you lead him to a nearby table. He can’t be here for you. Surely he’s here just for the food. Right, and Abby was just out running, a voice sounds in your head. 

His hand touches your shoulder, turning you around. “Just a spot at the bar is perfect.”

 “Okay,” you smile under his gaze. “Right this way then.” 

Taking his spot, he ordered something to drink before turning his attention back to you, now folding napkins. You might have sat him closest to you, but you’d never admit you did that on purpose. 

“So what’s your favorite color?” Jinu asks. 

“What?” you ask through a small laugh. 

“What’s your favorite color?” he repeats, his soft smile never leaving his perfect face. 

“Um, purple. Why?” 

“Purple is the color of royalty,” he says, not noticing the other servers and some cooks side-eyeing him from their work stations.

“I knew that,” you nod. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue,” he smiled. 

“Any particular shade or just blue?” you ask. 

“Sky blue. I can watch the sky for hours sometimes,” Jinu says. 

“As you play the Bipa?” you ask. 

“Sometimes,” he admits.  

“I still can’t get over how you know how to play that. It’s so cool.”

“You should come over, and I’ll play it for you,” he says, reaching to take your hand where it rests on the bar. 

“I’d love that,” you whisper, as your boss calls your name, pulling you out of whatever trance Jinu had over you. 

“Be right back,” you say, going to your boss. 

“I trust we’re not bothering our patrons?” he whispered harshly to you. 

“No, sir,” you shake your head. “He’s a friend.”

“Well, friend or not, let’s not bother him,” he whispered again. “Now get back to the front.”

“Yes, sir,” you say, hurrying back to your spot right in front of the doors.  

Picking up some stray papers and straightening the menus, you look up to see Jinu standing there smiling at you.   

“Jinu, is anything wrong?” you ask. 

“When are you off tonight? I want to drive you home.”

“Baby told you about last night.” You make a statement. 

Jinu nods. “I just want to make sure you make it home safely.”

“Amelia is going to stop by after her shift and walk home with me,” you say, even though a part of you so wanted him to take you home; a large part. 

“I can take you both home,” he suggested, even as you saw some disappointment flare up behind his eyes. 

“Are you sure?” you ask, biting your lip. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re not a bother, Princess.”

Another nickname, you think back to the others you’ve been given. Each is unique, yet appropriate to each boy. 

“Okay, then. I’d love a ride home, but I’m not off until 8.” 

“Then I’ll see you at eight.” He leaned forward, kissing your cheek, sending a warm tingling sensation down to your toes. 

Chapter Text

“You’re gonna hate me, but a co-worker called out and we’re slammed here. I can’t leave.”

You read the text from Amelia. A part of you groaned, as another part cheered. You were beyond grateful for her offer to walk home with you, and if Jinu isn’t going to drive you home, you’d be more than a little concerned about her bailing at the last minute.

“That’s okay, I understand. I’ll see you at home.”

“I’m so sorry, I feel awful,” Amelia replies

“Seriously, I’ll be fine. Pretty sure I can get a ride home.”

“Oh, good, that makes me feel better. Please be safe,” she ended.

“You too.” 

Looking around, you notice it’s 8:10 and Jinu still hasn’t arrived. Looking at your phone, you wonder if maybe you should just start walking home. The bus is going to be here in five minutes, and you don’t want to miss it. Just as you were about to reach the bus stop, a white Mercedes pulled up next to you, and out walked Jinu with a dozen red roses. 

“Sorry, I’m late, Princess. Traffic was more of a beast than I anticipated,” he said, walking around the car. 

“That’s okay,” you say, at a loss for words. No one has ever gotten you flowers or much of anything before.

“I also saw these and thought of you,” Jinu smiled, holding out the flowers. 

“They’re beautiful,” you whisper, taking the offered roses. Smelling them, you take a minute to bury your face in the soft petals. “Thank you.”

“Always.” Jinu kisses your cheek again. “How was the rest of work?”:

“Fine,” you blush. “Had a couple of rushes, but nothing crazy.”

“Where’s your friend?” Jinu asks, looking around. 

“Oh, she’s working late, so she’s gonna take the bus home later,” you reply. 

“If that’s the case, are you in a rush to get home?” Jinu asks, opening the passenger door for you. 

“No, not really. Why?” 

“I was hoping to take you to dinner. That is if you’re hungry.”

“I’m starving.” You smile widely. 

“Great, I know the perfect place,” he said, closing your car door. 

Smelling the roses again, you find yourself unable to stop smiling. Roses, he bought you roses. He saw something and thought of you, then he bought it. Wiping a tear, you didn’t want Jinu to think you were crazy or anything for crying over some flowers. 

“So where are we going?” you ask, as Jinu starts the car. 

“This cafe downtown has the best sandwiches and pastries,” Jinu answers. 

“Sounds delicious,” you reply, grateful your work uniform was all black and you took some time to freshen up after work, so you didn’t look too terrible. “How was your day? What’d you get up to?”

“We had some rehearsals for the Idol awards, which took up most of the day,” Jinu answered, setting his hand on the gearshift, making you want to take hold of it. 

“You had time to come see me?” you ask, concerned he was taking too much time out of his busy schedule to see you. 

“I’ll always have time for you,” he answered, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles as he drives, causing a blush to cover your cheeks. 

Leaving your hand in his, a comfortable silence falls between the two of you. After a couple of minutes, you smell your flowers again. 

“I love the roses by the way,” you tell him. 

“I’m glad,” he smiles at you. “I didn’t know your favorite flower, so I thought roses.”

“Azaleas.”

“What was that?”

“Azaleas are my favorite flowers,” you tell him. “Roses are a close second.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jinu smiled, pulling into a parking lot. 

“Oooo, I’ve always wanted to try this place,” you declare, seeing you’ve parked in front of The Green Cafe. The blue, almost turquoise, front bright even under the subtle night lighting and wide windows. “I didn’t know it was open this late.” 

“Happy I can take you,” he smiles, before running around the car to open your car door.

Leaving the roses carefully on the front seat, you step out of the car, happy to place your hand in his offered one. 

Once inside, the fragrance of coffee and pastries filled the air, plants filled the windows, and the art from local artists filled the walls. Placing your order at the matching dark turquoise counter, you two find a seat outside under the stars. 

“This place has an open mic night, you know,” you tell him, sitting next to him at the table. “I’ve always thought of doing it.”

“Why haven’t you?” Jinu asks. 

You shrug. “Just haven’t.”

“From what I’ve heard, you could win the night,” Jinu says, taking your hand in his. 

“It’s not a contest,” you say, leaning closer to him. 

“I stand by what I said,” Jinu smiles. 

“Well, thank you,” you reply, blushing. Changing the topic, you ask,  “So how long have you been a band?”

“A few years now, Soda Pop is our first big hit,” Jinu answers, running his thumb over your knuckles. 

“Have you always wanted to make music?” 

“Always,” Jinu nods. 

“Same, wish the demand for violonists was higher,” you sigh. 

“What music do you want to make?” Jinu asks. 

“Well, I’d love to make my own music in a way. Do covers, original music, all of it. Sort of like how Lindsey Stirling does,” you answer. “Heard of her?”

Jinu shakes his head. 

“She’s unique in the violin space. She performs covers of popular songs; sometimes she has singers with her, and other times it’s just her. I’d love to do something like that.” Telling Jinu about the dream you’ve had since high school feels easy, natural. The only other person you’ve shared this with is Amelia, but you want to tell him everything. You want to learn everything about him. 

“At risk of sounding like a broken record, you should go for it,” Jinu tells you, as a server sets your food down. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t know where to start,” you admit, taking a sip of your drink. 

“Here,” he motioned to the cafe. “Play here at open mic night.”

“I don’t know,” you shake your head. 

“I’ve heard your play, you’d win the night,” Jinu smiles at you. 

“Again, it’s not a competition,” you reply, knowing that’s not what he meant, but feeling incredibly self-conscious about other people hearing you play. “Plus, that’s me having fun, just trying to earn some money. This would be a big deal.”

“So don’t make it a big deal,” Jinu replies. “Just come here to have fun. Let your talent do the rest.” 

“If I tell you I’ll think about it, will you let it go?”

“For now,” Jinu smirks. 

“Alright,” you smirk back. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good,” he says, kissing your cheek. 

Falling into casual conversation, you learn more about his likes and dislikes, but somehow you end up talking mostly about yourself. 

“Do you have any family around here?” Jinu asks. 

“No,” you look down at your half-finished food. “It’s just me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Jinu wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into the warmth of his body. 

You shrug, still looking down. “It’s alright. Been this way since forever.”

“Can I ask what happened to your parents?” he asks, lifting your chin, so your eyes meet. 

This is a deep conversation, and one you’re not sure you’re ready to have —at the very least, not right now. “Let’s just say they decided I wasn’t that important, and leave it at that.”

Placing a hand on your cheek, you could see pain; deep, unbridled pain in his eyes. Something about your statement touched a nerve, and suddenly, your hand was on his cheek. You open your mouth to say something, but what? At a loss for words, you lean forward, kissing his cheek, close to his mouth. 

“Princess,” he whispered, the shame written on his face. “I…”

You shake your head, placing a finger over his mouth. “No, not here, not now.”

Tilting his head to one side, you continue. “We can dive into those old wounds later, but tonight, right now is not the time.” 

“I was just going to say, you’re important to me,” Jinu gently stroked your cheek. 

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Jinu,” you whisper, your heads pulling towards each other by some invisible force. 

“I don’t,” he whispers against your lips before closing the distance. 

This kiss felt like home, a warmth spreading in your chest down to your toes and fingers, moving up and around every curve and crevice. Running your hand into his hair, you bite his bottom lip, emboldened by that same force. 

“Princess,” Jinu murmured against your lips. 

“Yes?”

“I meant to take this slow,” he moved back a spell. 

“So take it slow,” you smile, slowly moving in to kiss him again.

Back at your apartment, you smile up at Jinu, who insisted on walking you up to your door. A part of you wanted to invite him in, wanted to see what else those lips could do, but a bigger part of you realized that might be a little too fast. Gods, this man was temptation incarnate .

Looking back at your door, you mentally shake your head. “Thank you for walking me to my apartment, and for my roses.”

“Always,” Jinu kissed your hand. “Is your roommate home?”

“Yeah, she got home about an hour ago,” you reply, remembering the text from earlier. 

“Good, I don’t like the idea of you being alone,” Jinu said.

“I’ll be fine,” you smile at him. “I’m a tough girl.” 

“Of that I have no doubt,” he smiles back. “I should let you get inside.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, not moving from your spot with your hand in his, and your bodies standing close together.   

Growling, Jinu brings you in for another kiss, the claiming kind. The hot iron shot right down you’re spine, kind. Arms wrapping around your waist, arm around his neck, you're pulled flush against his body, as the kiss deepens to the edge of something carnal. 

Pulling back, Jinu took a few deep breaths. “I should go before I convince myself to stay.”

“You should, before I convince myself you should stay,” you agree, breathing deeply. 

One last kiss on your cheek, and Jinu finally pulls away. “Sleep well, Princess.”

“You too,” you smile, quickly entering your apartment before you change your mind. 

“So what happened to slowing down?” Amelia asked, hands on her hips. 

“Well…” you start, having no idea what to say. 

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“What the hell, (Y/N),” Amelia ranted. “I thought you were going to slow down, not make out with another one.”

“Well…” you rub your eyes searching for words to explain the pull you have toward each of these boys. “I just can’t help it.”

“You can’t help it?” Amelia raised her eyebrows. “You can’t help going on a date with a different one than the night before? Not to mention making out like two teenagers?”

Rolling your eyes, you walk towards the kitchen to find a vase to put your roses in. “You don’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand?” she asked, hands wide. 

“Have you ever felt a pull toward something? Be it music, reading, or anything?”

“What are you talking about?” Amelia crossed her arms. 

“I’m talking about finding something, and you knew in that moment you had to have it in your life? Like music, or your art for instance,” you attempt to explain. “That’s how I feel about what’s going on. When I’m with one of them, or all of them, I just…It just feels right. Like I’m supposed to be around them, close to them.”

“You’re sounding like a teenager with her first crush,” Amalia drawled. 

“Maybe I am,” you agree. “But the point still stands, it feels right to be around them, and wrong to be away from them. Almost like something deep in my chest physically aches when I’m not around them, or thinking about them.”

“Now you sound crazy.”

“I could be,” you concede. 

Amelia sighs, rubbing her eyes. “(Y/N), this isn’t healthy.”

“How?” you ask, placing your roses on the counter. 

“Okay, I’m going to spell out everything that’s happened in two days, and you tell me if it’s normal,” Amalia started.

“Don’t,” you shake your head. “I know what I’ve done, better than you do.”

“Okay, so you see my point. It’s clear these boys don’t care about you,” Amelia declared, giving you whiplash. 

“What?”

“Okay,” she reaches out to grab your hands. “I love you, but why else, besides some sick bet or something, would a group of friends try to date one woman at the same time? Think about it.”

“Wait,” you take a step back. “Are you saying the only reason these guys are into me is because of some bet?”

“Well, why else would they all be going after you at once?”

“Because they like me,” you snap back. 

“I’m just trying to help,” Amelia's voice softened.

“By telling me that the only reason a group of good-looking guys would be interested in me is because of some bet?” You snap at her. 

“No, of course not.”

“Then what are you saying?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“All I’m saying is this whole situation seems too good to be true.” Amelia gently grabbed your arms. “Which usually means it is.”

Feeling something in your head agreeing with her, you start to think about the last two days. They all seem to be in the right place at the right time and saying all the right things. It’s been a nagging thought in the back of your mind these last two days. Why would five good-looking guys make time in their hectic schedules to see you, take you to work, and take you on dates? Well, four good-looking guys, you haven’t seen Mystery since your dinner with all five of them. Are you simply a bet they made that night? You’re not some supermodel, pop icon, or movie star. You’re no one. You’re nothing special. (All of that is a lie because you are someone important and beautiful!)

“So you really think they don’t like me?” You ask, feeling hollow.

“All I’m saying is, it takes more than a feeling to know a person’s true intentions,” Amelia replies softly. 

“But they’ve been nothing but gentlemen,” you argue. 

“Of course, they’re going to be gentlemen. People doing a bet to get a girl aren’t going to come out and say I’m a creep trying to get in your pants to win a bet,” Amelia argues back. 

Swallowing, you nod, taking a step back. Looking at the roses only moments ago, you were ecstatic over. Now you just want to throw them in the trash. “I hear ya, Amalia. I’ll stop seeing them.”

“Good,” she smiled softly. “I know this is hard, but better we cut it off now than later.”

“Yeah,” you nod, taking a step away from her. “Look, I’m tired. I’m going to go to bed.”

“Okay, do you need anything?” She asked. 

“No,” you shake your head, leaving the roses on the counter. 

Quietly getting ready for bed, you ignore Amelia’s further attempts at conversation, simply saying you’re tired and no longer want to talk about things. In reality, your mind can’t stop processing the implications Amelia brought up. Looking at yourself in the mirror, all you can see are the things you’d change. Lose a bit of weight, smoother skin, better hair … you start to make a list of things if you had a magic marker, you’d instantly change about yourself. It makes sense what she said. Of course, they don’t like you for you; you must be some sick twisted bet they have going; first to bed you, wins. 

Taking out your ukulele, you go out to your balcony. The crisp spring air causes the tears in your eyes to fall. Fingers playing the familiar tune, Iris, by the Goo Goo Dolls, you begin singing, letting all your emotions out in the lyrics; words laced with ache, misery, and dejection. 

Mystery set down his controller, forgetting about the match on the screen. “Something's wrong.”

“I feel it too,” Romance said, rubbing his chest. “She’s hurting.”

“Because of us,” Mystery says

“What’d we do?” Baby asks, confused, coming in from the kitchen. 

“Things were going well,” Abby sat up from his spot on the couch. 

At that moment, Jinu walked through the door. 

“What did you do?” Baby demands.

“I have no idea,” Jinu shrugs, attempting to rub the burning sensation away. “We went to dinner, I bought her flowers, we kissed. She was happy when I left her.” 

The boys look at each other with confusion on their faces. “I’m going to check on her,” Baby says. “One of us should be with her anyway.”

“Wait, you kissed her, too?” Romance asked sourly, getting up. 

“Yeah, she’s amazing,” Jinu smiles, already leaving the apartment again to go check on you. 

Careful not to alert anyone to their presence, especially you, they floated nearby your balcony. The melancholy sounds of your ukulele waft through the air. You’re voice betraying your heartbreak. 

“She’s crying,” Abby whispers. “Why is she crying?”

“I have no idea,” Jinu answers, fighting the urge to announce himself and bring you into his arms, promising everything will be alright. 

“What was the last thing you said to her?” Baby angrily whispers to Jinu. 

“We kissed, I told her to sleep well, and to have a good night,” Jinu answers for the millionth time. “I’m dumbfounded at what could have happened?”

“She needs us,” Mystery says softly. 

“Unfortunately, right now we can’t just show up,” Romance stats. “It’s nearly 1 in the morning, she’d freak out if one of us, let alone all of us, showed up at her door.”

“So we stay here,” Mystery says, settling against a wall. 

There they all stayed listening to you sing and play softly to the cold spring night air.