❝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:༅ MORNING BROKE...
...with the soft hum of the city and the very loud hum of Baby's blender.
He'd stuffed the pitcher with suspicious red things—chili flakes? actual peppers? a single tomato for moral support?—and was singing "hot-sauce lullaby" while the appliance screamed for release from this mortal coil.
Jinu stood at the kitchen island, arms folded, already scowling like a disapproving guidance counselor. "Agenda for today," he announced, tapping a claw against the marble. "Control, stealth, restraint, and human passability. No tea parties. No tiaras. No sparkly—"
You shuffled past in a glittery lavender tutu, tiara askew, chasing after Susie who was fluttering her wings to fly away from you as fast as she could.
Jinu inhaled like a man practicing patience in the eighth circle of glitter hell. "—exceptions."
Abby stomped in doing windmills with his arms. "I call first slot. Yesterday's sweat was just the warm-up."
