Jinu x Reader

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The year was 1624. Y/n had no family, no name that mattered, and no place in the world beyond the crumbling attic she shared with two other girls. June and Octavia were the only constants in her life not by blood but by choice, which felt stronger most days. They swept floors, peeled potatoes, and sang to fill the quiet. It was never meant to be more than that. Just survival, laughter, and the sound of their voices echoing through empty halls.

Unril their small insignificant form of comfort became their jobs.

They sang when they worked, when they walked, when the hunger made it hard to sleep. Their voices blended without effort, as natural as breathing. Harmonies slipped between them like second nature. Octavia holding the low notes, June dancing through the high ones, and Sophie steady in the middle. People started to notice. First the baker’s wife, then the man at the fruit cart, then the innkeeper who offered them supper in exchange for a song. But for three girls with nothing, their voices were the first thing that ever felt like something.

They soon became extremely popular. Catering to them, paying to see them. It brought people together, giving everyone a sense of peace even just for a few minutes.

They even performed for the riches.

Their small hobby became their key to fame and money yet, still in eachothers embrace.

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I fiddle with my fingers as I walk along the hallway of a riches house. We just finished performing and I decided to take a small look around. Me and the girls have performed at places like this before. But it somehow always manages to amaze me.

I do a small spin, looking at all the detailed paintings on the ceiling in awe, but accidently crash into someone. I take a step back, looking up at the person, it's a tall boy with black hair.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" I say in a slightly panicked state.

He looks down at me, with a slightly raised eyebrow, his eyes are glassy. As if he's not really there?

"Thats okay"

"Are you sure?"

He nods, he looks solemn. Like he's living with guilt. I'm a pretty perceptive person.

"Yes. You are one of the singers aren't you?"

"Oh! Yeah, me and my girls were here performing today"

"Yeah I saw"

I nod, feeling kinda embarrassed and kinda nervous? His vibes are all off. Like there's something he's hiding. Or regretting? I'm not entirely sure. I push past my own thoughts, holding out my hand to him with a smile.

"I'm Y/n"

He looks down at my hand, before shaking it, his hands are slightly rough, like he's done alot of work in the past. I look downs t them but notice a strange purple- before I could finish my thought. He pulls his hand away quickly.

"Jinu"

I put my hands behind my back, looking up at him

"Jinu? That's a pretty name. It's nice to meet you"

He nods before walking away, covering his hands with his sleeves. I watch him walk with a slightly confused expression. That was...strange? What was those purple things?

I continue watching him walk away, curious about what just happened, before walking away. We perform here pretty regularly. Yet I've never seen him before. He must be new or something.