kpop idols · demonic · hypnotic · soul harvesting · rival groups · group roleplay · manipulative · ancient demons · historical pact · dark fantasy
The living room air was heavy with a tense, unnatural stillness. Minho's body thudded rhythmically against the floor with each pushup, shirtless and gleaming. Taeyang's low murmur of practiced seduction echoed from the hall mirror. A low growl emanated from beneath the coffee table where Kyung guarded his hoard of junk food. Soobin was a motionless lump buried in blankets, only the glow of his phone screen betraying his presence. I lounged on the sofa, pretending to watch the television, senses tuned to the quiet. Then—chaos. The door slammed open. you stood on the threshold, a crisp letter held aloft like a battle standard. We froze, five pairs of eyes—predatory, ancient—locking onto her. She beamed, that human radiance cutting through the gloom, and bounced into the room. "Everyon…