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mystery was your best friend. a part of the perfect trio that you, him, and baby had perfectly curated. the three of you could pass for triplets with the way you seemed to be in sync with them all the time. even with the two of them and their quiet chaos that seemed to be a stark contrast to your personality that seemed to burst at the seams like a firecracker.
rumi, mira, and zoey knew the second they saw the three of you get together, that you would be an unstoppable force, some could argue even more unstable than you and your girls. and don't get me started on when abby, romance, and jinu watched the three of you interact for the first time. one look at you and anyone could easily tell that the three of you were one.
what they couldn't tell though… were the feelings you harbored for a certain purple haired demon.
funnily enough, zoey was upset at first. she didn't talk to you for a full thirty minutes… that was until she heard you from the room over giggling into your phone as you listened to the boy talk. zoey peeked her head around the corner and told herself then that you could have him.
"a demon?!" rumi said, her words cinching at the ends.
"yeah? what are you talking about zoey?" mira hissed.
rumi and mira's faces were red with anger as zoey told the two how she'd caught you kicking your feet in your bed, listening to mystery's voice like it was your new favorite song.
"i swear i've never seen anyone drool harder! and she was just staring at his contact photo… i don't know guys. i think it might be real," she said, pulling up one hand to cradle her elbow.
she feared for you. your reputation and relationship with the girls. sure zoey had a thing for him, and mira was totally flirting with abby, and let's not forget to mention rumi's whole situationship with jinu. they were no strangers to demon attraction. zoey swore there was some kind of spell they had cast over them—which is a story for another day that she'd be delighted to tell if you were willing to stick around after you finish this one! but anyways! they knew what it was like, flings and feelings with the demons, but you were in way deeper than any of them.
you looked at him with goo goo eyes whenever the two of your groups got together. and when someone even mentioned his name you were instantly shipped to another planet—one in your head where there were mystery's every corner you turned.
all of that to say that you loved that boy like you loved breathing air. it was easy and simple and instinctual, like something you were born knowing to do. and to think that you could stop doing it for even a second was delusion to its finest degree.
you would volunteer to have mystery injected into your veins… when the opportunity for such would ever present itself you didn't know—but you were waiting on the frontline for whenever it did!
so the girls pushed aside their bias and cheap rivalry with the saja boys and watched you make heart eyes at your best friend from afar.
you were ruined. and it was all his fault. but to be honest, you couldn't care less. you would genuinely let him ruin you forever if it meant you got to stare at that childish stupid grin at least once a day.
and maybe if you were a smarter girl, like rumi. more about your wits like zoey. even the tiniest bit of bold, like mira, then you'd tell him how you felt… but that wasn't you. it never had been, and you never would be.
but the two of you were friends and that was good enough… good? enough…
you wanted mystery. more than anything you wanted in your entire life. you'd give it all up just to be with him. you dropped plans to spend time with him, because if he wasn't interested then neither were you.
but as we've already established, you'd never even dare to tell him. because you weren't good enough for him. you didn't deserve anything more than he already spared you. and if you told him that you wanted him, then that gave him the chance to say that he didn't want you back. and you couldn't handle something like that. you didn't need him telling you things you already knew.
baby tried to get you to tell him all the time:
"just tell him. he likes you back. it's really sick the way he looks at you," he sighs, his voice deep and leisurely as he scrolls on his phone, "kind of like how you look now."
you check your face before replying, "i'll only tell him if i know i can take it back," and then with a sigh, "bet you can't promise that," under your breath.
no one knew what it was like for you, constantly shy all the time. not even just around him but in general. vulnerable and open, waiting for your best friend to rip you to pieces in a matter of seconds. but of course you pretend it's no big deal. crack another joke and watch as he drops his head, hair parting around his face to let a bit of light from his eyes shine through.
oh god, it feels like you're gonna be sick. throw up rainbows and skittles and shit if he keeps looking up at you like that.
now you sit on your bed, thinking about his laugh, his smile, his voice when he talks to you, his voice when he sings and thinks no one's listening…
oh god. oh god. oh god.
he'd only left a minute ago and you already needed to see him again.
you wanted mystery more than anything in the world. and you'd do anything to be with him.
but you'd never tell him because that meant that he could say he didn't want you back. and that was a pain that you weren't strong enough to handle.
the girls tried and tried to get you to tell him how you really felt for him. that you loved him—more than how a friend loves a friend:
"you know, even if you don't tell him now, he'll catch on eventually," rumi sighs, mindlessly unbraiding and braiding her thick purple locks.
"yeah," mira chortles, "i know i would be able to tell. you stare at him like zoey stares at her ramyeon."
zoey lets out a huff of mock indignation and puffs out her cheeks.
rumi laughs softly, twirling her hair in her fingers while mira continues to tease zoey. but you didn't find it funny.
everyone kept telling you to tell him how you felt. but no one really knew how you felt. because you felt like you weren't enough for him. not pretty enough. not smart enough. not funny enough. not unique enough.
not—
not—
not—
and no one on this earth could promise you the one thing you needed to hear. that if you told him you loved him, you could take it back when he said no.
so you did what any rational person would do. you called his idol number. his work phone. the one he rarely touched because he hated talking to fans. it was so parasocial and they never knew how to behave.
you intended to call and watch it go to voicemail and spill your guts and then be okay because you'd finally get it off of your chest and he'd never know.
rrrringggggg. rrrringggggg. rrrringggggg.
"yeoboseyo," you heard his smooth voice and nearly fell out of your bed. the only reason you managed to stay upright was derpy's humongous frame blocking you in.
"n-ne, annyeonghaseyo," you stutter, hoping he doesn't recognize your voice.
"heyy!" he drawls, the excitement in his voice sickeningly sweet and faker than ever. who was calling at this time of night, "this is mystery! thank you for calling, how are you?"
you frown a little bit. is this what the pride felt like when they talked to him? granted they couldn't tell that this wasn't really him but were they truly missing out on all the warmth and amusement?
"i-i'm good… well not really. i ummm, wanted to tell you something," you say, fumbling over your words. so far he didn't seem to recognize that it was you. maybe you really could spill it all and then take it back.
mystery shuffles around in his bed. you can hear the rough scratch of his nails against his head, "do i know you?"
you freeze, "no! no, but i love you. a-as a fan of course." you pause, because this is your chance, "well actually, as more than a fan."
you didn't know it but mystery's heart skipped a beat for a second. of course he knew it was you. and you'd just said you loved him. what was the point of this call? was it a prank? were you fucking with him?
probably.
did he care?
no.
he shuffled around more, getting comfortable before letting his hand make its way down to the drawstring of his sweatpants.
"i love you," you breathe out once more, "i love watching you—on stage!" you catch yourself.
he groans softly, palming himself softly before moving his hand to push his shirt up, hand gliding over his bare abdomen,
you expect him to hang up but he doesn't. he doesn't respond either though, just breathes into the phone, waiting for your next words, and hanging onto every one that you let spill.
"i love your hair. and the way it covers your eyes. but sometimes it doesn't. sometimes—sometimes i see your eyes, through your bangs. purple and pretty. fuck…" you breathe out, feeling your heart cracking at the seams.
mystery pushes his pants down, letting his leaking cock break free from the confines of his sweatpants. long fingers wrap his length eliciting a soft hiss from him that you assumed was from your frantic confession.
you continue anyways, "i feel like i feel you everywhere i go. i see you in the rain. in my drinks. in my blood. and i'm so scared that i'll be like this for the rest of my life, pining after you, and yearning for a bit more… i mean… a bit of attention," you were losing it. losing the facade, the guise—not that he'd ever bought it.
mystery mumbles your name under his breath, and you felt like your heart would make its way out of your chest and swan dive off of your suite's balcony.
"w-what…?" you whisper into the empty space.
derpy's deep purrs vibrate the entire bed frame.
"you love me?" he whispers, the shlick sounds now more audible since you'd stopped your frenzied rambling.
your thumb twitches over the red button on your screen.
"why are you asking a stranger if she loves you?" you sigh softly.
his voice was deeper now, laced with pleasure as he chuckled and groaned through his answer, "y/n." he says, the word full of certainty, "did you really think i wouldn't be able to tell that it was you?"
you whine softly, now very embarrassed, and scared that after he reached his peak he'd hang up and never talk to you again.
that was until…
"i love you sweetheart," he rasps out. and you could picture it. him in his bed, probably shirtless because when was he not. hand shoved in his pants, or maybe his pants shoved down the length of his long legs. and his hair parted perfectly around his eyes.
you whimper softly. the admission and the sounds and the visual being too much.
and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice when he says, "you're not gonna say it back?"
your mouth goes dry as you roll over onto your back, clutching your phone like a vice.
"i—" you wanted to so bad. you wanted to say it back. because you loved him and he'd just told you he loved you back. but there was no way. he was probably just horny. or maybe he meant as a friend. he knew that it was you now! well, he always knew… but now you know that he knew it was you and it's just… different.
but then you hear him say "please," on the other end, the sounds growing more restless and you can't help it.
"i love you." you say breathlessly. and suddenly your ears are being blessed. mystery practically exploded when he'd heard your words. one hand shaking as he held his phone and begged, "again."
"i love you," you whisper once more, smiling in disbelief as he moaned that he loved you too.
"holy shit…" you breathed out. shook to your core. because he was perfect and yet he somehow, loved you t—
"come over?" he asked, his voice clearly hazy, and in no way was he in his right mind.
you were at a loss for words. you didn't even have your car. you guys weren't even in seoul right now! something about dual management or whatever in busan.
"i can't…" you sigh, admittedly disappointed.
"why?" he questions, and if you were there, you'd see the deep pout on his perfectly pink lips.
"i don't have my car." you whisper back.
"i left derpy with you for a reason honey."
your heart stutters at that. honey. it sounded so perfect slipping off of his tongue. and to you! wow. maybe life was worth living.
you clear your throat and your thoughts, "what's derpy gonna do?"
mystery chuckles a bit, tracing his fingers through the mess on his stomach. "he's a demon tiger remember? just wake him up—"
"how'd you know he was sleeping?" you question.
mystery chortles, "i can hear his loud ass snoring from here."
derpy growls, lifting a heavy paw and swatting at your phone. you'd learned your lesson though—unlike a certain demon tiger, glass shards in a paw and a cracked work phone was NOT something you'd like to repeat.
"anyways, just hop up on his back and then ask him to take you to me." your best friend explains.
"he can understand us?!" you shout incredulously, completely forgetting about the late hour.
the purple haired demon laughs loudly—he too forgetting the hour—"sounds like he hasn't been listening to you either."
you would ask what he meant by either but you were too pissed off. if you'd asked though, you'd have found out that both abby and baby had the very same issue with the furball.
you glare at derpy, "are you gonna be nice and take me to see my friend or what?"
derpy has some sort of less than intelligent thought at the sound of yiu==calling mystery your 'friend' but purrs softly nonetheless.
you smile, climbing up onto his bed, the fucker warmer and more comfortable than anything you'd ever felt.
you glance at your phone one more time, "are you decent?" you ask mystery, unsure of what answer you wanted.
"not at all," he says, and you can hear the grin through the phone.
"alright then," you sigh sounding something like exasperated.
mystery doesn't care.
— — —
teleportation with a demon tiger was something you'd have never expected. it felt like minutes that you were jumping portal from portal. you'd later ask mystery and find out that it was less than thirty seconds. but as you watched the purples and blues and sharp lines that looked like your honmoon zoom past your eyes, you thought that you wouldn't be able to tell if you had been here for seconds or days it was mesmerizing to say the least. and when he'd finally jumped through the last one, you were brought face to face with the saja suite.
you lifted a hand to knock but derpy simply opened another portal, making a sound that resembled a chuckle as your hand fell through what could only be described as everything and nothing all at once.
you were inside a room now. mystery's you'd assume. but it was much too dark to tell. and then there was a bright purple flash that filled the room, but as you looked around to try and see what happened you saw nothing but your feet on the floor. derpy must have teleported once more, leaving you on a ground you'd never placed your feet upon. sly fucker quite literally slipped from beneath your feet.
you glance down again.
AND HE TOOK YOUR SHOE!!
you grumble something on your bed before lifting your head, not at all prepared for the mystical sight that you were met with.
the silhouette of mystery was barely there, but you could see his eyes, glowing in the dark. this time there were no purple locks to obstruct your view—he had his hair pulled into a ponytail, something he did whenever he was going to sleep. you wondered if your call had awakened him.
probably.
you let your gaze drift lower until your eyes fall onto his soaked abdomen. your breath practically gets snatched from your lungs.
mystery hears. a smile graces his lips.
you don't let your eyes travel any lower. if he hadn't moved to clean that then he definitely hadn't taken the time to put his pants back on.
"you can look baby girl," he says, his voice smooth like song, "i'm hoping you'll do more than looking soon." he teases.
"fuck…" you mumble finally letting your eyes drop. he was hard again, or maybe he never grew soft?
he did, but your admiration, your beauty, and your scent—yes he could smell you from there—were enough to get him going.
"come here?" he pleads, "please…"
and so you do. hesitantly of course. but eventually you make your way onto his bed, kicking off your remaining shoe.
mystery's ear twitches at the soft sound of it falling on the floor and snorts when he notices your lack of shoe.
"don't laugh," you huff, placing your hands on his shoulders, unsure of what to do with your lower half, "damn cat's a menace. probably gonna chew it up or something. zoey gave me those shoes," you pout. a pucker of your lower lips that he so badly wants to kiss off of your face.
"can i kiss you?" he blurts out.
your face flushes in the dark room, not trusting your voice. you nod meekly, the movement barely there but that was all he needed.
he wrapped his arms around your waist—groaning at the perfect fit—before using his supernatural strength to lift you up and into a straddle of his naked lap.
you yelp, but barely get a chance to get it out as he crashes his lips onto yours. his tongue teases at the seam of your lips, tasting of mint and something darker.
you moan into his kiss, unsure if it was the throbbing feeling of your core, the warmth of his pulsing length beneath you, or his warm tongue snaking its way into your mouth but something was setting your stomach on fire.
the bees that once buzzed in your stomach an hour ago, now turned to butterflies as he let his hands drop to your hips, grip tight as he brushed you against him. your body pressed closer to his and you could feel every vein, every ridge of him against your commando core, the fabric of your shorts bunching against his hold.
he pulls back to look at you, your face full of want and desperation. he could hear your heart beating nearly two times faster than it normally did—yes he could tell the difference.
"you're so beautiful," he breathes out.
you reach your hands around, tearing his hair free from the confines of his hair tie before using his cotton candy hair to tether you to the moment. you arch your back into him, unfazed by the now cold cum that littered his stomach.
"i love you," you mumble against his lips, leaning in closer, waiting for him to say it back.
"i love you more," he sighs, his lips brushing yours.
you look at him through lidded eyes, pushing his hair away from his own, ready to claim his lips once more—until your phone dinged with a notification.
you pull back, grimacing slightly as you now feel his release seeping through your shirt. you huff before attempting to untangle yourself from him—
"what are you doing?" he rasps, tightening his grip on you.
"trying to take my shirt off—"
rrrrrrriiiiiiiipppppppppppppppppppppp.
"MYSTERY SAJA!" you say, exasperated, watching as he drops the shredded fabric from his hands, biceps bulging. he drops his head to your sternum, "shhh," he shushes you, breath warm against your skin as he places endless kisses there, "gonna wake them up."
you roll your eyes, yet another one of your favorite articles of clothing ruined by a demon.
"i'll buy you new ones baby. a million new ones," he mumbles deliriously, drunk off of the taste of your skin.
you roll your eyes before checking your notification center, just as a new one pops up.
"hey mystery," you say, your voice now hushed.
"hmm?" he murmurs, lips just a few breaths away from your nipple.
you grab his hair to pull him back, ignoring his hiss of protest—literal hiss, something you hadn't heard directed at you in months.
you shove your phone screen in your face.
baby — "tell your pet to keep it down"
jinu — "you know, you could have at least told someone you were coming in" and that stupid face palm emoji.
you rolled your eyes. how did he even know that it was you? (as if everyone and their moms didn't know what was going on between you two)
mystery growls and tosses the phone on the oversized… is that a dog bed?
"do you have a dog?"
"hush," he mumbles before wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you up. you look at him incredulously, eyes nearly bulging from your head.
"what are you doing?!"
"just enjoy the ride," he hums, lips leaving kisses down your neck. the hand that isn't lifting you is laid on your pelvis, and it isn't until you feel him gently tugging at the waistband of your pants that you know what he wants, why you've been hovering mid air for two minutes time now.
"i umm… i haven't… i'm not,"
he looks at you with wide eyes, grip loosening, "you've never done anything? we don't have to if you're not ready."
it's your turn to give him wide eyes, "what?! no… i mean. i have. i just haven't… i'm not ready down there." you mumble, your cheeks tinting with embarrassment.
"you haven't shaved?"
you squeak and shake your head. mystery growls, the sound low in his throat, louder than derpy's purr, "move your hand." he commands.
you look at him, shocked that he'd spoken to you like that. that voice… such words and commands were reserved for people he didn't like… and people who got in his way.
"you're in my way sweetheart."
you yank your hand off of your pants, watching as he looked up one more time for confirmation. you gave a begrudged nod refusing to look at him.
and you know what, maybe it was your fault for surrounding yourself with demons and not being prepared for the destruction that would ensue but you once again found yourself caught between arousal and disbelief as he ripped your bottoms to shreds as well.
mystery could smell you, and he wasn't even close to being as close to you as he wanted.
"i need you. on my face. right fucking now," he groans, hand flying to his cock, squeezing the swollen base.
"b-but they said—"
he groans loudly, dropping his head back onto the headboard,
"baby, i really don't care. scream as loud as you fucking want. they're gonna hear either way. demon hearing remember."
you look at him tentatively, looking at the desperation on his face before climbing your way up his body.
he hums in contentment as your scent grows stronger, hands on your ass as he pulls you down onto his face.
"shit," you gasp out, throwing your head back, hips twitching as his lips almost instantly wrap around your clit.
there's a knock on the wall to which mystery only sucks harder, fishing your clit from beneath its hood.
you couldn't hear the mumbles and curses of exasperation, but he could.
and the little shit loved it.
you try to use your mouth to cover your moans of pleasure but he grabs your right hand, yanking it down to his abdomen, and then your left hand to join it.
"i wanna hear every single sound," he said, voice muffled against your center as if his hearing wasn't good enough to hear every sound a more—muffled or not.
"i—i don't think they want—," you start but he digs his nails into your hips, cock jumping at the sound of your yelp.
"i want to hear. every. single, sound." he repeats, the words crystal clear even as he drowned in your slick.
you looked back at him, core clenching around nothing at the sight. his face was soaked, covered in your juices. and his eyes were glassy and glowing, cheeks warm and tinted not a single imperfection to be seen.
"y-you're so pretty," you moan out, rocking your hips against his face,
he moans back at you—into you actually—shoving his tongue inside of your tight entrance. you snap your eyes shut, head falling down, face just inches away from his weeping cock. you lean closer, your hands sliding down to his stomach, and suddenly his cock is right there, hard and flushed, begging for your mouth.
you lift a lazy hand, dropping it down onto his length, humming in satisfaction as he moans into your pussy, legs jerking in shock.
"please…" he whimpers against you, sending shivers down your spine. you curl your fingers around him, jerking slowly.
the two of you melt into each other. hands everywhere, mouths all over each other. you leisurely kissed his thigh, drooling all over him in the process. he lapped at your core, aggressively shaking his head mixing his spit with your juices in the process.
his other group members were somewhere in their rooms, some plugging their ears, one long pink haired freak probably getting off to the sounds like a peeping tom. but the two of you, were here at this moment, not a single thing on your minds except one another.
"you taste so good," he slurred.
you smile softly, loud moans now dipping into something like drunken whispers.
"you too," you whine, lapping softly at his red tip.
it didn't take long for the two of you to reach your ends. a perfect sixty-nine and the two of you wrapped in each other's embrace. the room now dim once more as his pretty lids covered his shining eyes completely. his room smelled like sex and slick. the sheets were wet and sticky, but so were the two of you so it was hard to tell where one ended and another began.
it was perfect. more than you'd ever imagined, truly. and when you finally came all over his face, mouth parted in a silent scream as air and pressure and everything unholy built up in your chest, you felt like you were on cloud nine.
mystery on the other hand had been cumming the entire time—your scent, your sex, your skin on his—it was all too much. now he just laid there lazily, arms wrapped possessively around your waist in case you even thought about interrupting his meal. his cock twitched pathetically, covered in cum and your spit and your sweat—exactly how he liked it.
it might have been minutes that he had you like that, hours, maybe even days. but the sun was still down and his movements were getting lazier.
it was disgusting, the mess the two of you had made, but oddly comforting to sit in—maybe because it was your mess together.
eventually, he'd let you move around, and instead of your soaking cunt on his face, it was your head laying on his chest. you shushed him every time he opened his mouth to break the silence, listening to the phenomenon that was his heartbeat.
it seemed relatively normal, except for when you considered the fact that their—demons—hearts beat two times slower than your human heart did. but now his heart was racing, sounding identical to your 90bpm.
"thank you for calling me," he said, when you finally let him talk—only after his heart had slowed back down.
"it was an accident really," you say sleepily, "well… not the call. the confession. you weren't supposed to pick up."
he squeezes you tighter.
"i'm so fuckin' happy that i did."
— — —
"we've talked about this unnie-ya!" zoey scolded, though her scolding was never much of an actual scolding.
"yeah! you've gotta stop sneaking out in the middle of the night. we thought some sasaeng kidnapped you or something." mira said, her glare sharper than ever.
"seriously y/n, at least leave a note. we love you too much to lose you," rumi said, and you knew her word was the last word. so you nodded your head and wrapped the three of them in the tightest hug you could muster—muscles still weak from mystery's assault.
"i'll let you guys know next time. i promise," you whisper.
— — —
"i'm sorry okay?!" you huff dramatically, popping the ice cream filled spoon back into your mouth.
"if you were really sorry, you'd have shut the fuck up the first time i asked you to," baby says with an eye roll that rivaled mira's.
"oh my goddd, you were the same person who kept telling me to—and i quote—'jump on that'" you point out, voice laced with exasperation.
"oh right, my mistake. did i also tell you to do so loudly at three a-m after sneaking into our suite?"
silence.
"thought so…" he grumbles, before grabbing your ice cream cup and swapping it with his, looking like a child with that stupid pout on his boyish face.
— — —
"look romance, you're a cool dude and all but you've got to stop listening to us through the wall," you say, voice muffled as you press against the door.
"i don't know what you're talking about!" he shouted back.
you give the door a deadpan look as if the words had come from the object itself.
"…but maybe you should be quieter…"
"goddamn it…" you mumble.
— — —
"i really am sorry jinu…"
"no you're not," he says, pushing his glasses up his face and tightening his robe around his waist. you couldn't help but think that he looked like someone's mother, shuffling through paperwork and such.
"i'm really not."
"i know." he agrees, eyes never leaving the papers.
"just next time let someone know you're coming in."
you open your mouth to reply but it's quickly cut short with a: "someone other than mystery."
— — —
you lay back against his hard back, his abs flexing against your spine. he'd been watching you scroll through your phone for the past thirty minutes even though your feed was devastatingly different from his,—and all because he refused to ask you to move so he could get his own.
"your instagram has got to be the freakiest thing i've seen in an entire lifetime," he teases.
"hush…" you grumble, turning around, burrowing your face into his chest after clicking on the song you'd had on repeat for the past month.
mystery welcomes you with open arms, throwing them around you with a satisfied purr, chest vibrating with each rumble.
you nuzzle closer.
"what're you listening to love?" he asks, plucking an airpod from your ear to place it into his.
"'promise?' by bella kay."