𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 | Reader x Saja Boys

~38~

Would you be sad if I killed off Joon-ki or Si-woo? 

If you don't think that I'd do it, think again. Before I made this account I used to write gruesome horror stories. I would kill characters off in terrible ways that would be their worst fears. 

But I wrote ATEEZ fics as well, so we'll see. Just know that I will kill characters off if I want to. Or if you can't guess my ult bias hahaha.

Just kidding. Or am I? 

And anyways. There will be around... two more chapters? Including this one. 

And then maybe a sequal, maybe a spin-off thing. We'll see. This isn't exactly canon anymore, so if a second movie comes, I can't align it properly. 

But if you have any questions about unanswered lore or a scene you want to see, let me know and I'll answer you after the finale!

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You leap out of bed, ignoring the twinge of pain that you feel from your stitches. You're torn between the urge to check on Baby, and rush to the studio. 

Joon-ki and Si-woo were supposed to be brainstorming video ideas. You only posted that one video on the Saja Boys' channel, and you should do another one soon. You tend to just give them any tasks that you can, to give them something to do. 

"I'll be back," you say to Baby, grabbing a shirt and hastily throwing it on. "The others are here, I think, but I have to go. I have to save them." 

He's unconscious, but talking to him makes you feel marginally better about leaving without letting anyone know. You don't want to put them in danger. 

As you sprint out the door you text Rumi. None of the demons had been in your path, so you don't have to explain your rush to them. 

You send a location off to Rumi, along with a basic explanation of what happened. You just hope that the hunters can get to the studio fast enough. If not... Then you and the rest of the staff are screwed. 

The studio isn't far from home, having been chosen to be a short drive away, or in walkable distance. That way, there's less time in a car with five hyper demons. It's a strategic move. 

You arrive in about three minutes. You have to stop to catch your breath, wheezing as you enter. 

"Oh, hello!" A stylist that you hired a week ago smiles softly at you, dimples forming in her cheeks. Her hands pause on the sewing machine. "I didn't think you would be in today. Is there a reason that you're here?" 

"Just checking on something," you reply as you bolt past her. The training room is where the two boys usually spend their time when it's not occupied. It's quiet and away from the rest of the staff, not that they avoid them.

But you're too late. 

Si-woo's coughing up blood, hunched over on the floor. There's drool mixed with blood dripping down his chin and onto the floor. A demon with horns circling its head smiles widely before kicking the boy's middle again. 

Joon-ki is crying as a demon straddles him, tracing claws over his face. This one has massive tongue hanging past its lips as it cackles. 

You freeze in place for a moment before stepping farther into the room. "Stop! Let them go!" 

They both look up, wicked grins splitting their faces open. Si-woo's arms give out and he collapses, staring at you with glossy eyes. 

"You," the demon on Joon-ki hisses, spit flying everywhere. It leans and drags a claw over Joon-ki's throat, blood welling to the surface. "Our king wants you. He has plans for you, the one that he can't control."