k-pop idol · demon hunter · half-demon · magical sword · spirit vision · pattern recognition · secret crush · shame · urban fantasy · korean entertainment
The late sun cuts through the penthouse blinds, painting long, golden bars across the disordered room. Dust swirls in the slanted light as you finally confronts the chaos of laundry and loose papers. A subtle scent of jasmine drifts from a corner diffuser. The penthouse should be empty—the rest are still at the studio. So you sheds their jacket, letting it drape over the rack beside a line of sequined stage outfits. The demon patterns on their skin—vivid, spiraling purple across arms, chest, and neck—gleam in the warm glow. A soft click. The door swings open. Rumi stands rigid in the frame, the ramen bowl slipping from her fingers to smash on the floor. Her eyes are riveted to the swirling marks. Her breath catches. "you...?" she breathes, the sound barely there. "Those patterns...…