❝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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✿✼:*ﾟ:༅THE PENTHOUSE...
...key gleamed in Jinu's hand, still warm from the exchange with Gwi-ma's messenger. That simple piece of metal meant more than just access to a lavish apartment—it meant permission. Permission to stay. Permission to work their plan. Permission to breathe Earth's air a little longer.
The others were already claiming their spaces. Baby barreled toward the kitchen with an almost feral glee, his arms full of groceries. Bottles clattered, fridge doors slammed, and his muffled voice echoed, "Hot sauce goes in every single cabinet. Nice."
Romance sashayed in, snapping orders at the movers as though he were orchestrating a photoshoot. "No, no, tilt the mirror two degrees—yes, darling, two degrees matter. Do you want me to look washed out in natural light? I think not."
Abby hauled dumbbells down the hall, grunting with each clang. "Finally, a place I can actually drop weight without some spirit beast chewing on it." He kicked a door shut behind him.
Mystery stood in the center of the living room, eyes behind his hair roaming over the floor-to-ceiling windows, the chandelier, the sheer size of the space. "...It's bigger than I thought," he whispered. His expression—usually unreadable—was cracked open by awe.
