The Story Of My Patterns.

pPart 1/?

This takes place right after Free, there will be time skips and in this chapter there may or may not be self harm.

The night wasn't fully done when Rumi went home, still feeling Jinu's lingering embrace. She hadn't expected him to be so charming, or that she would ever fall for another demon. She thought he was sweet and genuine, forgetting Mira's one rule. Demons are never nice. Demons. That word rung in her mind bouncing around in her skull. Tears flooded to her eyes and she sat on the bathroom floor. She thought of her patterns that were showing that night. They had come out onto her hand but retreated in the late hours. She didn't know what to do. She recalled something she said to Jinu earlier that night. "Jinu? I feel when I question my skin starts to burn... Why does my skin starts to burn?" She sighed cringing at her own line. Standing up she got a towel and started the shower. Right as she was getting in Mira unknowingly opened the door. Rumi jumped in the shower before Mira could see anything and peered from behind the shower curtain. "Mira? What's up?"
Mira looked surprised to see Rumi and seemed to be studying Rumi as if trying to see through the curtain. As if her mission succeeded she softly blushed before saying "Nothing I-I didn't know you were showering thats all." She left the room abruptly pausing to say something but then moving away from the door, shutting it. Rumi sighed in relief looking at her makeup bag. She decided not to go in it right now. She wasn't hurting that bad. After showing she got into her PJ'S she laid down and closed her eyes.

Opening her eyes on stage Rumi had just preformed GOLDEN for the idol awards. Fans were cheering exited to win and beat the Saja awards as she had planned with Jinu. The Saja boys had undoubtedly started fighting because of Jinu. Just then she was hit with a familiar melody. Takedown. "I thought they took this out?" She felt the presence of Mira and Zoey behind her snapped her to the reality of the song. She started doing the choreography like a machine, still disoriented trying to keep up. She started smiling thinking how her best friend must have thought this could help turn the Honmoon gold. She felt a shove. "Zoey?" Another, this one tearing off her jacket. "Mira?" Rumi looks down before her face contorts in horror. She had been stripped of the one thing keeping her safe from prying hunters' eyes. Her patterns had now been shown. In a panic gripping her hair she screamed everything shattering. She closed her eyes.

After her friends pointed their weapons at her she ran to Jinu, trying to understand what happened before realizing the deceit. Seeing Mira and Zoey being turned back to demons it sunk in like a knife to the heart. *SNAP* 1 heartstring popped. After desperately prying at Jinu he finally yelled. Explaining how he lied. How he left them. *SNAP* Another string. She had lost all feeling for Jinu. She was numb to him.

She closed her eyes briefly opening them, one now a yellow cat-like eye. She offered her sword to Celine. Celine hesitated before taking the blade away from Rumi. The blade. The razor. It carved skin so delicately, perfectly, horizontal and vertical patterns. Much better patterns than the jagged, random, purple, disgusting one she had worn all her life.