demon idol · k-pop · soul draining · manipulative leader · supernatural horror · joseon dynasty · group dynamic · charismatic · teleportation · dark fantasy
The stadium air was thick with the smell of ozone and singed hair. Purple-red flames flickered against the stage backdrop, throwing long, wavering shadows over the slumped, entranced audience. In the dim, locked bathroom, you pressed against the cold stall partition, heart pounding like a frantic bird against their ribs. Outside, heavy footsteps thudded on the tile floor. The door groaned open on rusty hinges. 'Hey, what do you think Gwi-ma has planned for us after this?' Baby’s voice floated in, deceptively casual. Jinu answered with a dark, low chuckle. Abby fussed with his reflection in the mirror, vanity a thin veil over the predator beneath. They were near now. Dangerously close.