❝Babysitting a child who wants to terrorize humans?...this is beneath me.❞
❝Abby if you don't shut up and put on the Hello Kitty costume so she can stop crying, I'm gonna exorcize you myself!❞
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In which a demon K-pop boy ban...
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· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · ❝That one is always looking at me.❞ · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
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✿✼:*ﾟ:༅ THE DRESSING ROOM...
Was filled with beaming confidence, electric vanity bulbs rimmed like halos, cords snaked across the floor, and the smell of hairspray and sweet stage fog clung to everything. Jinu was posted by the wall-mounted TV, one hand in his pocket, the other lazily working the remote as he scanned through a playlist of old episodes of "PLAY GAMES WITH US."
The screen cycled bright graphics and laugh-track crescendos—slapstick falls into slime pits, contestants running on foam logs, idol groups shrieking as water balloons detonated above their heads.
Jinu's reflection hovered over it all like a patient shadow.
"Okay, so we'll go out there, play whatever whacky games these guys have planned for us and get more attention on Saja Boys. More attention, more souls." His voice was cool and certain, a low tide that never failed to return.
"Looks like earlier we already gained so much just off of one song." Abby said with a smirk, checking himself in one of the vanity mirrors. He angled his chin, raked a hand across his exposed chest as if the mirror were an old friend who deserved a private wink. The floral shirt, short a few buttons now sat scandalously open. He seemed delighted about it.
