𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 | Reader x Saja Boys

~28~

I made a Gojo story. It's about Gojo as a curse, and reader as the sorcerer he's obsessed with.

I actually used to write JJK fanfic before I switched to this account and joined a new fandom.

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You arrive at the venue, and Baby hands everyone's tickets out. He printed them out from his phone because he knew Jinu would somehow mess it up if it was digital. 

Mystery tilts his head down at you. "We're going to go get water and stuff. Are you going to be okay here on your own?" 

You're sitting on a bench outside, among a crowd of eager fans. You nod, patting your pocket to make sure you have your phone to keep you entertained. "Yeah, I'll be fine. You'll only be a minute?" 

"I'll be short, I promise." Mystery then herds the group off to the stand. You watch them go, quickly losing sight of them. 

Someone sits on the bench next to you, so you scoot to the side to make room. You take your phone out and check your email before going to a game you downloaded. You like the ones that don't need wifi. 

The other person on the bench places their hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze. You still at the sudden touch and lift your head to glare at the stranger. 

Nam-gi grins, stroking his thumb over the bare skin just under where the skirt ends. "Hey. You didn't answer my messages." 

You push his hand away, placing your phone down in your lap. "Yeah it's been busy... Uh, you should know that I'm actually not single anymore. So... go away?" 

Nam-gi chuckles, ignoring your words. "You're not even going to ask how my rectal exam went? I came the moment the doctor touched my prostate. It could have been you. But you never texted me back." 

You nod slowly, trying to think of a response. How do you handle this without laughing and/or vomiting? 

"Anyways," Nam-gi says as he gets to his feet, "I have something to show you." 

Alarms go off in your head. You should absolutely not follow this man anywhere. It is a horrible idea that will most likely end in a body never being found. You don't want to find out if it'll be yours or his, either. 

"Uh, I'm actually waiting for someone." You shake your head. "I would hate to make them worry." 

Nam-gi holds out a hand. "Come on. You can trust me." 

His tone has something in it. You blink a couple times as a weird feeling washes over you. It's reminiscent of when the Saja Boys sing. 

"It'll be quick." Nam-gi grins, wiggling his fingers at you. "Come on." 

The same sensation returns, stronger this time. Too strong to fight back against. 

You rise up to your feet, following him farther away from the bench and the direction your demons went off to. Nam-gi leads you to an alleyway where there's garbage piled up against a wall. 

Nam-ig strikes a match against the wall, flicking it to a puddle of oil that spilled out of a sideways can. It lights in an instance, purple flames roaring to life. 

You take a step back, regaining control of your body for a fraction of a second. You recognize this, and what it means. 

"Gwi-Ma," you breathe out, clenching your hands into fists at your sides. He turned you into a demon, and made Jinu cry. He no doubt has made the others suffer as well. 

"It doesn't work!" Gwi-Ma spits, the fire growing bigger with his rage. "I can barely control you, and I can't summon you like the others! My hold has weakened on them, yes, but I can't use you!"