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It was, well.. too good to be true really.
The heavy summer rain pelted their eleventh billion story high-rise apartment, blissful ASMR to Zoey's four hour essay on steel production in early Joseon dynasty and Mira's nail filling as both of them spilled all over the couch and each other without anything to do for a whole two days.
Lowering their guard was a rookie ass mistake, especially when Rumi was not accounted for.
"Guys! We have the biggest K-Pop emergency on.the.planet!"
Sleeveless croptop Rumi? Usually one hell of a vision but not when she was blocking their TV, their snacks and their day off.
"Ruuumiiiiii, whatever it is can wait. Please." Zoey begged, as pitiful as she could make it, big brown eyes doing some of their best work in attempting to salvage their lazy time.
"Girl, unless someone died, I literally could not care less." Mira retorted but it was a lost cause because she didn't know how not to care, especially when it came to her girlfriends.
"Ahri DMed me!" Rumi vibrated, her patterns shimmering in excited opalescent pulses, a blur as she jumped over the two of them with the force of a small ballistic missile, the sofa making a ghastly noise dragging on their not-all-that-pristine marble flooring. "Like -"
"Miss Ahri K/DA??" Now Zoey was hooked, line and sinker and even a part of the rod, clambering over a disgruntled Mira to get a better look on Rumi's lap.
"Do you know what a scam is, Rumi? Next thing you know, she's going to be asking for money to bail Evelynn out of jail."
"No! It's from her official account! Look!" She turned her phone towards Mira, pointing emphatically at the screen.
They bicker about it for a solid ten minutes, getting lost in their usual routine of going back and forth to alleviate tension, before Rumi’s phone pings again.
A photo of K/DA and Seraphine showed them holding one of the most recent HUNTR/X posters with the words 'Wanna meet up? Xoxo K/DA ' in bold golden ink written in Ahri's distinctive hangul.
"SHIT, IT'S NOT A SCAM!"
Bobby was going to lose even more scalp hair over having to reschedule their next appearances but hell if they were going to say no to a chance to meet their (totally retired for family reasons) idols.
The worst part would be not squeeing all of the time and actually pretend they were seasoned professionals with three whole years under their belt.
Busan, a couple of days after the Honmoon
Ahri stared at their enormous TV and reviewed the footage one more time. Spirits, what had been that? They had long since known those three were connected to the arcane, it was damn all over them, but the Hunters had kept to themselves for centuries and Ahri could respect that.
Just like the Vastaya.
Now though... a flood of azakana pouring onto the streets of Seoul, a trio of bright young girls absolutely dominating them and, in the blink of an eye, it had been handled like it had never happened.
Via the power of singing magic. Maybe.
Normally, Ahri would keep this event on her radar and deal with it if it came to a boil but their daughter was a fresh one year old, the only Vesani ever born in over 100 000 years.
A vastaya being born was already almost a pipe dream with the paltry presence of spirit energy on Earth (they have newsletters about it), nevermind a Vesani, the species with the most magic requirements and that Ahri herself had been the last one for over a long, long time.
Even then, it had taken a near unprecedented spirit surge, a sacred tree and the four of them plus Seraphine conducting the maelstrom of magic to make Seo-yeon happen.
(Plus, well, over ten months of pregnancy. )
Suffice it to say, she wasn’t leaving shit like this to chance.
"See! That's what you can do when songs touch hearts and minds!" Seraphine was absolutely entranced by their performance, even as seen through the TV and not feeling the full force of their magic on her soul.
Evelynn wasn’t quite so convinced either, her lashers vibrating with irritation bordering on anger. Whatever demon they had banished had kept to themselves for all of this time, skirting around the underbrush to avoid the attention of bigger, more deadly demons and she hated that.
It was the clear sign of an azakana sneaking around the far more powerful akana, hoping to not be consumed by a more domintant demon before they could fully form into a competent devouring force.
Right under her lashers as well, the huge cunt.
And the magic lattice those kids conjured? Many questions to be had, too many with them having a precious baby Vesani, the lastest of her kind, to protect.
For her part, Kai'sa stared with the appraisal of one of the most dominating lead choreos of her generation, clearly taking mental notes and swaying a bit to the contagious rhythm.
"Ok but, that was sooooo bombass! Zoey has some chops, maknae power unite!" Akali said, sipping her third energy drink of the day after having spent the whole night on Seo-yeon duty.
"Kali, this is serious." Ahri replied, turning around and asking for her daughter, currently transfixed on the bright lights of the screen in Sera's lap, stubby skinny tail wagging at all the singing, fuzzy ears swivelling to catch all the sounds.
"Seriously awesome!" She pointed to the TV, seeing the gold shimmer flick just for the barest second, strong enough for even a normal camera being able to record it. "Do you think I could have sang demons away with the power of love when I was 23?"
"And brutal violence." Kai'sa added, still tapping notes on her phone with an expression of deep concentration, having since comandeereed the remote in order to review the moves.
"And brutal violence! We gotta go meet em."
On that, they could all agree.
They huddled around Ahri's bejeweled and slightly nibbled upon pink smartphone, deciding on how to best approach them. Sera had been very strict with the type of text they would send because the last time they tried to talk to someone new out of the blue had been to her and she had been convinced she was about to be kidnapped.
('K/DA here, we wanna collaborate :) Meet us outside?' The outside in question had been her ratty flat in America.)
When she deemed it a mostly normal sounding message, they pressed send.
And waited.
Waited some more.
"Do you think they panicked?"
They were adults, top performers and holding the industry in the palm of their hands, factually holding court at any celebrity event or interview they went to.
And they were panicking.
It was like they were about to have a performance review from the galactic emperors of pop and they hadn’t even managed to put their pants on right.
Ahri's message had arrived at 5 pm and it was now 2 am without a single word sent. Not for lack of trying, mind. Zoey had no less than three sonnets worth of replies, Mira wanted to play it the coolest and Rumi just didn't want to sound like a huge dweeb.
In the midst of all this chaos, she was sure K/D/A had seen the reply bubble popped up and down for hours now.
"Guys, we super duper have to both a) reply and b) sound normal." Rumi groaned, falling back on her bed whilst still holding her phone up with one outstretched arm.
From over her notebook, Zoey pointed to what she had written already and made a disgruntled noise. "We have it here! This is normal and a reply."
Mira slowly reached out her hand to grab the notebook, giving the other girl plenty of time to react but Zoey let her and she snatched the sacred booklet, holding it carefully in her hands. "This is a doctoral thesis, babe. I say short and sweet, like faffy polite intro, yes we are on break and have all the time in the world, can't wait to see you, let us know how you wanna play this out."
And she was right, especially given it was going to be 3 am soon and they really needed to wrap it up before Ahri got to the conclusion they were snubbing them.
Rumi furrowed her brows at her offending phone, biting her lower lip, dangerously close to piercing it with her very novel fangs. "Ok, ok… that's not a bad start. Zoey, can we fluff this up a bit?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! So…"
3:05 am, a message had materialized and they had a consensus. Let it rip.
With trembling hands, Rumi hit send and the deed was done.
3:30 am
'Great! Would this Thursday be amenable? You can reply when it's most convenient for you. Regards,'
Pop galactic emperors were coming to inspect them IN TWO DAYS.
Before they could start arguing again, Rumi jumped off the bed, tapping on her phone furiously like a dog grabbing a stolen chicken and pressed send before her girlfriends could reach the living room.
'No issues with us! Hype to meet up!'
"Rumi, that's so lame." A duet of groans but Rumi put her arms around their torsos and lifted them up like rice bags, dumping them on their bed before they could protest.
Bobby had been dutifully informed they were going to be out with really high profile people who had been superbly tight lipped for the past year.
He had been very surprised that Ahri, of all people, had DMed her on Instagram and not even he could contain the gleeful stan squeak at the notion his girls would meet his all-time idols.
Hopefully, there wouldn't be any media hounding for either groups but with them on a break and K/DA totally underground, it would only take the barest spark to turn this meet into an uncontrollable blaze.
With one last promise that he would do his best to keep any intruders off their tail, they disconnected and went back to the most daunting task of the day.
Deciding what to wear.
Their penthouse was an unrecognizable mess of clothes, mugs with caffeinated beverages and a plethora of energy drinks courtesy of one of Zoey's sponsorships.
The location they were supposed to meet at was a café off of the trails north of Seoul that they had been meaning to try for ages, which was good.
It was quiet, out of the way and full of the best baked goods in town to shove into their faces with specialty cool drinks. Ahri had warned them they didn’t have AC, which was a hint Rumi was not catching as she sifted through a million hoodies, attempting to find the most fashionable one.
"Rumi, babe, love of my life." Zoey grabbed the heavy dark blue hoodie Rumi was reaching for, snatching it from her reach. "It's 32 degrees out there and I think humid enough that a monsoon would be an improvement."
The whole markings in public thing was definitely a work in progress. It made sense, it had been a week and a half ago that everything had been upended in their lives - the patterns, the Honmoon, Mira and Zoey finally getting Rumi to fall for the box held up by a stick trap of a polyamorous relationship and so on.
Undoing a lifetime of harm would take a while and they were determined to be there for Rumi every step of the way. Including, sometimes, bopping some sense into her. Around the penthouse she had gotten used to sleveless tops and even just a sports bra (or nothing at all, much to their surprise) but going out in public was another beast.
"But…the café…what if they see?" Rumi mumbled, patterns lighting up softly in their usual opalescent sheen and the Honmoon humming along with it.
"Mira has a gorgeous abalone flowy shirt, its thin and breezy and it will cover everything without giving you heatstroke."
Mira held her chin in her hand pensively, giving Rumi a once over. "We'll roll up the sleeves a bit and tuck it in your jeans so it fits right. Go grab that pretty dark brown braided belt you have and I'll be back in a second."
With an encouraging hand on her lower back, Zoey put herself on her tiptoes and kissed her girlfriend's cheek. "Go on, I'll make us some more tea."
New cups in hand, flowy blouse, pricey jeans and cute braided belt, Rumi was on her way to looking amazing without being a heat hazard.
"Thanks, guys. For the compromise. " Rumi said, her voice twinging with some uncertainty.
Mira approached her from behind, wrapping her arms around her midsection and kissing her shoulder, not caring if she was rumpling her carefully arranged outfit. "It's not a compromise, Rumi, it's how you feel the most comfortable with."
Before her eyes could start watering, which would delay them getting ready by like 30 minutes, she nodded and leaned back into Mira's strong arms.
"Guys, we can't start crying now! We gotta leave in 20!"
Zoey, decked in baggy jorts and a large bright green t-shirt, was already sitting behind the wheel of their sensible dark blue hatchback, the bass line of K/DA's classic hits bleeding out into the large garage.
Rumi called dibs on the front seat, sprinting to the door before Mira could voice her indignantion and beat her to it. Begrudgingly sitting in the back, Mira stuck her torso between the two front seats and looked at the playlist on the central console.
All K/DA, of course. "Zoey, it's cringe to pre-game the songs of the people we are meeting in a bit."
But it was to no avail as she was already spitting out lines in synch with Akali's POP/STARS performance, wheels squealing to reverse the car out of their 30 car garage.
Mira sighed, leaning back and meeting Rumi's amused eyes in the side mirror.
They wouldn't have it any other way.
Their meeting spot was over an hour north of Seoul, tucked into a small road overlooking the mountains. Fortunately, the sun was beginning to set and the damp heat wasn't at its peak anymore.
That, however, was inversely proportional to the amount of nerves boiling inside their car.
Not even the jam session to their favorite songs, a backpack full of snacks or the sunroof wide open made them feel any less like they were on the most important mission of their lives.
( And they were, for their idol lives if nothing else.)
With Zoey busy behind the wheel, her usual picture perfect, rule abiding american style driving taking them smoothly on the freeway, the fidgeting energy was much lower than usual.
What remained was Rumi biting the skin around her nails with extreme prejudice and Mira sitting in the back like a complicated queer pretzel trying to find something to occupy her mind.
What was it about meeting five women that made them have stress shits that packed world class venues could not provoke?
"Almost there, guys. Ready for the show?" Rumi asked, leader fake ass pep on her voice.
"No." "Yes!"
Nyes. Yeah, that's how everyone felt.
They parked and the lot was…empty. Conspicuously so, in fact, as it was a touristy location and the hordes had already descended on them for the summer.
That's when they spotted It, the shimmering purple supercar, customized to the gills and utterly one of a kind.
Shit was about to get super real.
Twisting the key, the car was completely silent. None of them said a single word for ten minutes, staring at the sleek supercar like it could dispel their nerves.
"Are we HUNTR/X or are we cowards?" Rumi blurted, taking a little break from clenching and unclenching her fists on her lap.
"Cowards, totally." Zoey lowered her yellow bucket hat over her eyes with a long groan, looking back at Mira through the rearview mirror.
"Don't look at me, I'm not a coward, just waiting for you to find your big girl pants and go." She said, like the liar she was.
If there was one thing that worked for them in these situations was loudly bickering over utterly useless things, a habit that evolved very organically from teens having to be stuck together 24/7.
They were heating up to a real chicken coop bicker when they heard a tap on the window of the passenger side.
The open smile of the one and only Akali Jhomen Tethi (so cool) (the coolest) greeted them, ethereal blue eyes shining with amusement at the scene.
She waved.
And they scrambled.
The three of them dived for the car key, Zoey managing to shove it in and twist it so hard the engine started and then immediately stalled after lurching forward like a cat about to puke.
Despite appareances at that moment in time, they were adults! And so they lowered the window, the energy changing completely to a tried and true dignified, calm, collected interview persona.
"Hello!" Akali greeted, getting relatively smooth if a little overeager bows in return. "Sorry to startle you but just wanted to say we are on a table on the back garden." She pointed towards the building, her (those were really real) tattoo showing up on her sleeveless tanktop and Zoey managed a quiet woah.
"Hello! We're so sorry we are late!" They were about 15 minutes early but Akali wasn't going to point that out. "I'm Rumi, this is Zoey and in the back is Mira. We are so, so glad for the opportunity to meet K/DA, I hope we don't disappoint. "
Akali chuckled, remembering that it was actually not that long ago that she was in their shoes. "With bangers like that, disappointing will be a tall order. But relax, we're here for good times and not to squeeze you under the microscope, promise." She leaned back, giving the door enough clearance room so they could exit. "You ladies ready to go? I was assigned your escort and, not to brag, I'm pretty tight at it."
They exited the car in a way that mostly resembled normal, Rumi falling in step with Akali and rolling out the leader carpet.
It sounded too polished and rehearsed, especially for small talk, but Rumi could not run any other track besides media trained, press ready, beaming white smile with the whole world watching when she was nervous.
They entered the roomy café, the staff welcoming them warmly, rolling out the red carpet as they went by. It smelled deliciously like fresh baked rolls, fragrant coffee and recently applied varnish to the elegant wooden frames on the tall ceiling.
All of that was a backdrop to the only occupied table on the exterior garden, Kai'sa's tall, buff form dominating the silhouette, with Seraphine's shock of pink hair moving in the breeze like something out of an anime.
Evelynn and Ahri were no less obvious, Ahri with an overly complex fruit juice in front of her and Evelynn sipping on soju instead.
Rumi was making small talk and social niceties fully on automatic, feeling Mira straighten up behind her as Zoey made an admirable effort to not go off on Akali, who was talking about songwriting with her like they did it every other week.
High stakes networking, gotcha.
The patio doors opened to a perfect summer day outside and everyone looked their way as they crossed the threshold.
The three of them bowed respectfully when they got closer but before Rumi could introduce them, a high pitched drawn out whine came from Kai'sa's general vicinity.
"Aw, baby, it's ok, daddy is back now." More heartbreaking yips from the white furry potato being dwarfed by big hands. "Let me just introduce our new friends. Guys, this is Rumi, Zoey and Mira." Akali waved an arm in their direction and went forward to accept the little thing from Kai'sa. "Ahri, Evelynn, Kai'sa, Seraphine." She lifted up the baby fox, safely cradled in her two much smaller hands. "And our daughter, Seo-yeon. "
Rumi liked rehearsing things, she was a control freak almost by divine design, with the whole being half demon, half the love child of a lump of carbons and the thread of magic that connected them all.
(Lots of halves.)
With two huge secrets to protect and a job to do that involved being under extreme scrutiny, it was either sink or swim. And her swimming was extensive rehearsing of just about everything. Including no less than preparing 10 opening conversation branches, 50 safe topics to discuss and 23 ways to deflect and shoot back compliments to show humility.
And the teeny, tiny adorable fur baby had thrown her for a loop, forcing her to reroute into her panic strategies and take a beat longer to reply than usual.
"Oh my god, the ears and tail are real!" Rumi whipped her face to Zoey, her 2.1 microseconds of delay too long for someone whose brain was one constantly overclocked large engine.
Ahri blinked once and laughed, touching her fuzzy ears, moving her heart shaped piercing. "Indeed they are! If you sit down, there are other neat things to discover."
"Like those pesky demons of yours." The Honmoon pulsed, alert and sharp, and HUNTR/X slid into an unconscious defensive stance at Evelynn's words.
"Eve." Kai'sa said, her pods blinking and vibrating at the mana surge around them and she glared in their direction for them to stop. "They just got here, be nice. Are you girls hungry? We were just about to order and I sure am."
They sat down, the large champagne parasol over the table providing relief from the afternoon sun blazing into their eyes.
The tails and the ears were real, which mean the lashers and pods and the weapons and flying music platform were too.
Fuck.
"You probably have some questions." Ahri started, handing out the menus to the girls like they were out for a casual brunch. "We mean you and your spirit patron no harm but, in truth, we also have questions about what happened last week."
Mira and Zoey glanced at Rumi, waiting for her lead. At least there was no one to see if it turned ugly.
…Or witnesses, if they ended up dead.
"Don't mind her, she's pissy for reasons unrelated to you." Seraphine piped up, taking a long sip from her highly alcoholic cocktail while Evelynn lowered her sunglasses to glare at her. "The kids are about to hyperventilate, it sounds like a box of nails in there."
"In where?" Rumi ventured cautiously, not knowing exactly how to start untangling this sensitive diplomatic situation.
"Oh! In your soul! It's how my magic manifests, songs and souls. Kinda like you, I assume."
"You can, what, read our souls?" The edge to Mira's voice would make a lesser mortal cower but Seraphine simply gave her a beaming grin, magnetic ocean blue eyes sparkling and it was easy to see why people lost most of their minds around her.
"I can hear the songs and their emotional variations in your souls, more precisely. Full disclosure, those two." She pointed at Evelynn and Ahri. "Can actually read your feelings like a book and a lil' mind reading, if superficial enough."
"Give away all our trump cards, will you." A lasher poked her on the forehead with a grumble that had no threat to it.
"Kai'sa is like, Venom, you know, with like a symbiote and Akali is an actual dragon, so don't be fooled by her hoomie looks."
Zoey muttered a quiet 'Oh no' and fidgeted with the little frayed plastic corner of the menu, trying her best to not think of them naked.
And failing.
The silence that engulfed the table after that verbal gun shot was tense enough to chop with a knife, when Kai'sa got up from her seat, towering over everyone. "Ok, everyone is crabby and we have no food, which will make this a disaster." She softened and turned to HUNTR/X, someone had to try and be a gracious host. "Girls, anything you don't like or have to avoid? I think we could all do with a round of their famous buns and it's looking like its going to be a long night."
They shook their heads, a lifetime of being trainees with no choice in their meals had made them be able to eat just about anything.
"Thank you, Mrs. Kai'sa. Some food would be great." Rumi had the sense not many people would dare contradict her on a matter of food, from what she knew as a shameless fan and from the way none of her wives even tried to argue otherwise.
"Bokkie has it right, I'm really starving actually." Akali said, rocking the fuzzy spud gently as she slept peacefully in her arms, seemingly unperturbed by the tension around her. "You guys gonna love their bakery stuff, it's to die for."
At least one of them was inclined to be somewhat normal about this whole thing.
They were not trained to handle this. (Probably also why it was basic knowledge you shouldn't meet your idols.)
Kai'sa returned with a big tray of food and drinks for their table, setting everything down in the middle and sitting back down. "Now, before we go back to figuring this out, everyone eat something."
Did Mira expect to be force fed delicious, warm savory rolls by the person she wished she could be one tenth of the choreo lead that she was? No, but fuck the damn bread was delicious and Zoey was already on her second one, reaching for half of a puff pastry cone with banana cream filling, all misgivings thrown to the wind.
Rumi was clearly running her usual 5D chess routines in her head, biting her lower lip and sipping a giant Jeju matcha latte as they ate in awkward silence.
Yet, her complaicency couldn't be bought so easily, damnit!
With a pleased hum, Ahri set her juice down and crossed her legs primly, leaning back on the wicker chair, nine long tails undulating behind her a like an unfurled veil dance fan.
Now the queen was holding court and the atmosphere shifted like a tectonic plate, the rest of the family attuning to her like planets orbiting a bright star.
Mira knew she had a reason for her paranoia, hands itching to reach into the Honmoon and summon her trusty Gok-do. (And do what? Shank Mrs. Ahri K/DA in front of everyone? Her inner annoying voice was sounding very much like Rumi.)
Said leader laid her warm hand on her thigh and she uncoiled just a notch, waiting for anyone to start talking.
"I apologize for a bit of a terse start. It really wasn't the intention of this invite but, as you might imagine, a rushing flood of azakana onto the streets of the capital raises the alarms of many supers."
Zoey, Mira and Rumi traded confused looks and Rumi replied "what's an azakana?"
That got Evelynn to take her glasses out and stare at them incredulously. "What have you children been taught?"
Akali handed Seo-yeon gently to Evelynn, hoping to disarm some of her pricklyness with their baby's adorably small snoot and tiny triangle ears. "Wait, wait, wait, I was super trained for this." She got up from her seat and grabbed her phone. "Lemme just…"
With a few taps and a furrowed brow, she stashed it back on her pocket. "Just checking if the Kinkou had any new info on how to break these things to newcoming supers."
Clapping her hands once, she grinned. "So! Tell us what you do know and we can take it from there."
"The Honmoon is-" Zoey piped up, ready to lay it all out faster than a carpet bombing lightning round.
"Why should we tell you?" And of course, Mira didn't trust that easy, even if Rumi was glaring daggers at her.
"Excellent question!" Akali replied, without missing a beat, jovial smile still in place but her stance went from casual dad at the backyard cookout to something more barbed, her tattoos glowing faintly. Seraphine hadn't been joking about that either. "Cause we are gonna figure this out eventually and, by the looks of it, you have no clue the sort of little pond you've been living in, much less the fathoms of the ocean of this world you've found yourselves on."
A well-positioned elbow tap from Rumi dissuaded any further defensiveness out of them. With a sigh, she finally relented.
"We'll tell you everything. "
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To their credit, K/DA turned out to be excellent and compassionate listeners, even with a whole ass human shaped baby showing up midway and demanding food. (Seo-yeon was sooooo cute it hurt.)
The Honmoon, the demons (minor it seemed, called azakana), Gwi-ma, the Hunters and even Rumi's long kept secret were all laid out in the open like a festering wound that had been debrided, now finally pouring untainted blood.
(May it heal, may it regenerate into something stronger, may the scars not be limiting.)
It had been the first time since the whole thing that they had done a comprehensive debriefing. (Omitting some details, of course, it wasn't much relevant for them to hear about her breakdown with Celine or that they had adopted a tiger and magpie demon.)
After their word vomit and on the second round of food that Kai'sa would not take no for an answer, all three of them felt like a live wire and now the baby was staring at them with probing, slitted yellow eyes.
Maybe she could also sense their wrung out emotions like her mom.
Zoey lifted her hand and started talking without waiting for anyone to call her. "Can we ask some questions too?"
"I sense that you have a lot of those." Ahri replied, her lips twitching in clear amusement at the barrage of thoughts bubbling a milimetre under the surface.
With a snort from Mira and a playfully exasperated sigh from Rumi, she inhaled but before she could go through her extensive list, Seo-yeon started fussing on Evelynn's lap, alternating between looking at Eve and at Rumi.
"Do you not want to hear the questions, baby girl?" Eve leaned down and kissed the space between her two black ears but her daughter replied with a pealing whine, twisting and wiggling. "I see the Akali genes are active and strong in this one."
"Hey!"
Seo-yeon whimpered, stretching out her arms towards where Rumi was sitting with the whole determination a motivated toddler could muster. Well, wasn't that new.
She had a strong family core with more aunts and uncles than she could throw a stick at, plus, they took her out most days to see the world around her and start feeling out her Vesani senses. Nonetheless, being touched by strangers was not acceptable due to all the dangerous entities that would love nothing more than skin her for parts.
Her actively wanting to go to someone at first meet was very novel.
"Rumi, are you comfortable holding children? I think she wants to go to you." Kai'sa encouraged, looking to the younger woman in front of her with the kind eyes her fans knew of her, a gaze that was somehow actually geniune in the ocean of falseness that was their industry.
Being put on the spot, Rumi blushed a bit at the attention and laughed nervously, nodding. "Yeah, I've held a billion of them in the past three years."
"That idol stuff never changes, eh?" Akali chuckled, taking a bite from a pesto bread roll with a pleased hum. "Signed more baby foreheads than I can count."
Pleased with that answer and barely being able to hold onto the excited little trout of a daughter she had, Evelynn got up and made her way to a star struck Rumi, unsure of how to receive said baby whose forehead she did not have to sign.
"Oh, she's so…" Seo-yeon's weight settled onto her arms, probing yellow eyes that were much more curious and that much closer, bottle washer white tail wiggling behind her. "Slight."
"Hello." The baby said, staring deep into her (soul?) eyes with overly serious intensity for several seconds, her teeny triangle ears shuffling beneath her black hair. "Hiii."
Rumi, despite the scrutiny, chuckled a bit and grinned. "Hi there! You're such a cutie, did you know that?"
Not having a particular death wish and having figured out K/DA was mostly drilling them on the stuff with Namsan tower because they had a tiny kiddo to protect, Mira and Zoey were dying over the cuteness of the scene but at a safe, respectful distance.
The Honmoon trilled in delight around them, the world exploding in iridescent white and blue. Seo-yeon's irises were only a thin ring of yellow as she let out an excited woah and twisted around to try to grab it with her hands, the Honmoon obliging her with a faint brush like a cat headbutting their favorite person.
Ahri was staring intently at that interruption, furrowing her brow, lips pinched and her ears twitching to and fro. Rumi made a motion to assure her that it meant no harm but her nine tails unfurled behind her in one majestic arc, white fur turning into glowing blue.
"Can anyone see it?" Evelynn asked her family, clawed hands tapping on the table, their whole attention focused on where Seo-yeon was giggling.
Kai'sa shrugged, she was not attuned to these things at all and Akali gnashed her teeth, trying to feel anything but still had to shake her head.
"No…" Ahri replied, trying her best to focus her vast magical senses on it but coming up frustratingly empty. "Even knowing it has to be there, it's like trying to catch something in your peripheral vision and not being able to focus on it."
"I can hear something? So, so faint I'd never have been able to distinguish it from background noise." If even Seraphine couldn't detect the Honmoon, it was clearly actively concealing itself.
"The Honmoon doesn’t mean any harm!" Zoe cried, putting her hands out pleadingly before stuff escalated. "We promise! It only keeps demons at bay, please don't uh…break it?" She finished, a bit lamely and in a totally not cool way as she had been trying to do all day.
"Evelynn?" Was all Ahri needed to say.
Eve took off her glasses and a surge of spirit magic spilled from her, examining the area thoroughly for any dangerous intentions. It pulled to her frustrations that she could not pin down the Honmoon in any meaningful way, especially as it should react to demons and she was a poweful Akana.
Being snubbed by the equivalent of a demonic baby gate was getting on her singular nerve.
Her family was perfectly attuned to her energy as evidenced by Akali's vastaya tattoo and eyes glowing bright blue on her skin and Kai'sa's symbiote pods perking up to make happy jammed printer noises.
She was even being nice and not sending anything too offensive towards their already overstressed guests. (After all, demons were excellent hosts.)
"Nothing interesting, darling." She set her sunglasses back on, eyes far too sensitive to the bright afternoon light to be unprotected.
Mira and Zoey didn’t particularly react to it, too busy being worried that they were going to have to protect their precious baby's first magical lattice against supers that outclassed them five to one.
But Rumi… she was looking at her with naked surprise, more than a fair share of vulnerability and, more oddly, hope, the fast pattering of her heart even louder than her girlfriends.
"Are you a..you're, you're a demon aren't you?" Rumi mumbled, far too shy for someone used to be in the most overwhelming scrutiny possible with enviable grace.
"Guilt as charged, love, but who is asking?"
The Hunter or the demon.
Rumi looked at Zoey and Mira, still holding an adorable baby intent on chewing the collar of her borrowed shirt, and despite the almost unstoppable reflex to draw their weapons, they had learned that lesson the hard way.
They both gave her the barest nod, tense and primed to react but willing to wait nonetheless.
There was more to the world than what it seemed and either they got up to speed from people they could most likely trust or be caught with their pants down further down the line.
"I think we have finally arrived at the questions portions of our day." Ahri offered in a way that would keep the peace, her tails back to one singular appendage now that the threat was gone.
Rumi had so many of them, she didn't know where to start so she gave the floor to Zoey and Mira.
"What are you?" Zoey couldn't help herself, surely vibrating out of her skin to ask that since they got here.
"A fully human mage! And my hair is real."
"I fell into the Void as a child and came back with a symbiote."
"The Kinkou, my clan, bonded me to the Blood Moon and I can turn into a dragon."
"I am from a species called the Vastaya, and no, I did not originate the gumiho story, those are minor demons."
"You already know I'm a demon but make no mistake, I make your beloved Gwi-ma feel the Villain of the Day in a bad japanese shoujo."
They probably felt like that explained a lot but in truth, it only generated about, oh, a million other questions.
After a beat of silence, HUNTR/X sent them a barrage of questions back that needed all of K/DA to answer properly.
A human mage? Humans profoundly touched by spirit energy, which made Mira and Zoey mages to the greater world out there. Yes, many mages weren't human, no the number of other sentient species was not small.
The Void? Well, it was horrible to find out there was an all consuming dimension of nothingness right under their feet that they could fall into at any time.
Vastaya were very rare and there were many different kinds, with Ahri's type being the rarest. (There was only her and their daughter, which did put into context why they were ready to reduce HUNTR/X and the Honmoon to less than atoms to protect a legitimate miracle baby.)
They accepted the explanation that the Kinkou was a clan in Japan whose operation involved mediating interactions between humans and other sapients, apparently with the help of pamphlets and written guides on how to resolve conflicts. Being a dragon was apparently literal.
Now, Evelynn? That had been a harder pill to swallow, not so much because they were afraid she'd kill them but because Gwi-ma, in all his terror and power, was small potatoes compared to a major demon. And she wasn't even the only or the most powerful one.
("Better beg your ancestors for the luck to never meet the Ancient Fear")
(Thanks, they hated it.)
Mira was exhausted trying to process all the information coming at them but, fortunately, Zoey had her whole big, beautiful brain engaged on the task of horfing every crumb of much needed facts while Rumi did her best to keep them on track.
Unfortunately, their situation was turning out to be very novel even for their combined experience. The tentative conclusion they had arrived at was that the Honmoon and Gwi-ma existed in a symbiotic relationship with each other and only with each other.
The Honmoon was made to keep Gwi-ma at bay and Gwi-ma was made to tear it down. Perpetual motion on a spiritual scale.
In a world where, apparently, the bigger fish to fry were the size of leviathans of the deep, being as secluded and hidden as possible made them have evaded much scrutiny from people like Evelynn or the Kinkou.
Ahri certainly seemed to find them a puzzle that needed solving, especially Rumi, with how intently she had been staring since Seo-yeon had fallen asleep on Rumi's shoulder.
At first Mira had pegged it as simple motherly protectiveness but as they chatted with each other and finally felt confident they weren’t about to get shoved in the back of an unmarked van, she had been able to focus on reading the room.
With Evelynn no longer trying to test or prod at them for her amusement, the impromtu Q and A session had turned that much more casual.
Akali truly had been trained to facilitate this sort of thing and her patient, comprehensive explanations had made Rumi unclench progressively and Zoey positively beaming at the avalanche of information she was getting pelted with.
Rumi had demon questions of Eve, which she also did her best to answer even though they were radically different types of demons.
All in all, it had been going well as Mira even managed to engage in some parallel conversations with Kai'sa and Seraphine about their whole experience.
Ahri's brows furrowed in Rumi's direction again, her ears pinning behind her before she caught herself and brought them forward.
As Kai'sa was showing her own voidling markings on her face to the awe of their audience, Ahri stood up from her chair with a start, capturing everyone's attention.
"Eve, I need your help with my makeup. Give me a hand in the bathroom."
Evelynn smirked, raising one sharply sculpted eyebrow at her wife but Ahri grabbed her arm, clawed hand grazing her exposed skin. "Please."
They got up and told Seo-yeon they would be right back, Ahri with the most plastic cheery smile she could muster on such short notice.
Nobody commented that any bag that could have makeup had stayed on the table.
Sera lifted her eyebrows to her hairline and looked away while taking a big sip of her cocktail. "Well then, girls, tell me all about your shows!"
And that was an enthusiasm that was clearly not faked.
It wasn't that often that Ahri bullied her quite so brazenly in public but it was a look she adored.
She'd willingly follow any of her girls to the ends of the earth but this was a touch unexpected, though not at all unwanted.
Ahri power walked into the bathroom, hand firmly in Evelynn's, her tail swishing in tense arches against Eve's legs.
The door closed behind them and Ahri turned around to face her wife, a flash of fox fire firmly locked the door against anyone else.
"Oh darling, you didn't need to be so secretive about it." Evelynn purred, leaning back against the wood paneling behind her and snaking her lashers around Ahri's torso.
"Eve, this is serious." She warned, yet she made no motion to remove the lashers caressing her back and torso. "Before K/DA, when were you in Korea?"
A bit of an odd question but Eve could roll with it. "When you had that horrible pink plastic apartment in Kyoto that gave me an interior design migraine." She stopped a second to search for the timeline of that, parsing through her long, long life. "2001, I'd say. About half of a year for a modeling gig."
Disentangling herself from the lashers, Ahri paced in front of the sink, hand holding her chin in deep thought.
"Did you meet up with the Sunlight Sisters?"
Ahri and Eve had been an item when there was still a Runeterra, a solid 100.000 years ago. They were often together and just as often apart, integrating and observing the human societies on Earth solo or as a team.
Not seeing each other for a century was the same as being on a weekend trip and human liaisons were so beyond meaningless they rarely warranted mention.
Evelynn wanting to sit out Ahri's peak tacky era as an explosive ball of neon colors so her retinas wouldn't melt was extremely par for the course.
"Hm…" What had she been doing exactly at that time? Modeling as a male model for some underwear company or other, trying to find some rare parts for a classic Mitsubishi, making nuns ditch their vows, finding tasty misery. Normal stuff… oh wait! Minyeong, yes. "Ah, yes. One of them, the pretty one with the braid."
"Rumi's mother, correct?" Ahri continued, several tails out now.
"As far as they mentioned in the life story highlight reel they just shared with us, yes." Had been an excellent month that, she was always smug about making demon hunters crack so deliciously. "She was a worthy opponent but also rather interested in knowing about the wider world out there. I can understand why, given the piss poor state of the Hunters knowledge pool."
Nine tails were out, each moving independently in the small bathroom space like angry snakes. Evelynn was going to end with fur in her mouth at this rate. "What's this really about? I'm rather miffed you don't want to seduce me." She'd never admit it but she considered employing a pout.
Ahri stopped dead, her face markings brighter than she had seen in a while and her eyes were no longer the perfect popstar blue she pretended to have but a piercing dark yellow colour.
"Rumi is your daughter."
There was a stretch of atomic standstill in the space of a breath and then Ahri found herself with a cool palm on her forehead. "Darling, do you have a fever right now?" Evelynn chuckled, amusement clear in her tone, rolling her eyes at Ahri's antics. "I'm not made of carbons or have you forgotten that I have no cells to donate to anyone."
Ahri's soulspace engulfed her and she let herself, like so many times before, be dragged into the familiar jagged abyss of her soul. The shape it often took was ancient growth as far as the mind's eye could see, hiding ravines, white water rivers and avalanche bottlenecks of indelible scars underneath the thick, placid canopy.
But at the moment, they weren't just sharing soulspaces intimately, coming closer together than physics would allow. Ahri wanted to show her something and this was the best way she could find to grab her face and turn it in the right direction. Tendrils creeped outwards, their joined consciousness expanding to sense the other sapients near them.
Kai'sa and Akali pulsed in the distance with the intensity of a spotlight, their bonds together just as strong as Ahri's, and that was grounding in the disorienting pull of fox magic.
Their daughter was a bright, unfettered nebula on the cusp of becoming a star, all of the souls that had touched her since conception resonating within her in perfect, impossible harmony.
Seraphine's had always been fuzzier than usual human souls, more of a feeling, a hum of an unknowable melody piercing straight through them.
Eve hadn't pegged the two non demon girls as anything particularly interesting but the feedback from their souls, an explosion of gold and white buzzing with energy, told an altogether different story. (Much to ponder on that.)
And then… Rumi. Ahri nipped at her soul and headbutted her into looking deeper, fox yelling as piercing as it always was, so she obliged before those sharp teeth snapped again.
Underneath the same bright iridescence as the other Hunters, the demonic stripes of what she assumed was Gwi-ma glitched in and out of her soul like an obnoxiously strong perfume. It was in between the loud scrambled signal where an undercurrent of demon energy pulsed, nearly lost to the noise, crystallizing into purple shards and flowing Akana script.
Well, shit.
"I'll go Charm the staff, we need to bring this to everyone and then retreat back to Busan for a secure location to discuss this further." Ahri was on the case without missing a beat, jumping right to bringing this (inordinately surprising) ship to safer waters, ready to muster the troops as soon as Eve gave her the go ahead.
"How is this… how is this even possible?" She could count with her tails the number of times she had seen Evelynn so caught off- guard as at that moment in time, the reality of the situation sinking in with disorienting finality.
With careful movements, she reached out and touched her clawed hands to Eve's face with utmost gentleness, rubbing her thumb over smooth skin. "We can figure this out on our dominion, our homestead but everything will be ok."
Human liaisons were beyond meaningless but a daughter was certainly not, in particular for a demon who could not fathom how it could have happened.
But happen it did.
Evelynn was fishing every single memory she had of her last time in Seoul, thoughts racing, emotions jumbling beyond repair, when a soft pair of lips met hers and she was back in the ancient canopy, Ahri's distant shards of pain as familiar as her wives' heartbeats.
Back in the conforting spirit embrace of Ahri's soulspace, grounding her when the storm inside seemed to want to rage on.
The following hug was as much physical as spiritual, Ahri holding her close until she felt like a solid enough form.
"…yes, good idea."
"You really have to set your foot down" Sera said, chatting with Zoey in English over their shared foreigner woes. "Otherwise you're going to be the American one forever and next thing you'll know, you'll be selling HUNTR/X branded Uncle Sam panties."
Zoey groaned and flopped back dramatically. "My ramyeun flavor is Hamburger 'cause I didn't want to cause a problem."
With a sage nod, she fanned herself with a stack of menus. "Never let them sense your fear."
The ambiance had at last thawed, despite the suspiciously abrupt departure of the unnies of all unnies, and the conversation felt relaxed. It was quite good to be able to get nuggets of wisdom from experienced industry greats and even get some very ego lifting compliments along the way.
Thats is, until Seraphine nearly startled out of her skin like a bubblegum colored Pekingese, knocking over an empty glass on their table and hastily picking it up with a curse.
She kept staring in the direction of the café building, brow furrowed and lips pursed in a thin line.
Akali and Kai'sa also pick up on some 'Is Timmy down the well, Lassie?' energy from somewhere over there and they snapped into full alertness.
Mira, Zoey and Rumi were trying their best not to intrude but still shared concerned glances at the sudden change of pace. It definitely had something to do with Ahri and Evelynn.
But what?
Ahri and Evelynn finally returned from inside, the controlled staccato of Ahri's heels followed by her wife only half registering where she was, dark tendrils of smoke in place of that solidness of someone fully in the material plane.
Zoey looked to the side and Akali was standing, wielding a kunai and a huge kama that she fetched from Honmoon knew where, tense like a longbow about to shoot.
Kai'sa was even bigger and even broader than when they arrived, muscles shimmering with black and purple armor all over her body, pods twice as large, charged to kill.
Funny, her face patterns did really look similar.
With a casual demeanor that clashed more with the situation than if she had burst out guns blazing, Ahri returned to her seat with a prim and proper flourish.
Evelynn…she went over to her seat on autopilot, her eyes glued to Rumi like she was seeing her for the first time.
The Honmoon breezed gently by Seo-yeon, tiny baby miraculously still asleep on Rumi's arms, even though there was enough ambient magic to make their teeth tingle.
"Rumi, pardon me this rather personal question." If Ahri noticed the Honmoon around her daughter, she wasn’t making any mention of it. "I never had the pleasure of meeting Ryu Minyeong but I did certainly know of her, but what of your father? It's been a bit of a public mystery after they retired."
Rumi wouldn’t admit out loud that she was forever waiting to be scolded by authority figures, even when she knew she did nothing wrong, so she was more than relieved that was the thing Ahri was curious about. "Oh! Well…" she rubbed the back of her head. "I've never met him, I'm afraid I don't know either."
Mira was staring at Evelynn, face scrunched up behind her glasses she did when something wasn't adding up to her, making Rumi touch her knee to hers gently but she couldn’t even blame Mira for this one.
"I see…" That answer did not change the atmosphere at the table a single milimeter. "Demons are exceedingly obvious in the energy they leave behind on the souls of other sapients."
Weapons lowered, Akali looked from Ahri straight to Eve, mouth slightly open as understanding dawned on her features.
"Mrs. Ahri, you know her dad?!"
Gotta hand it to Zoey, 9 out of 10 times she got to the right conclusion before either of them could even finish processing the situation. This was a good and a bad thing.
And Rumi, whose whole life had been lived way more in the shadow of who her father was than the spotlight of who her mother had been, had no idea how to feel at the possibility that someone out there could find out the answer to that.
(She suspected Celine knew, or had at least seen his face once, but she had always been too terrified of the weight of her guardian's grief to even attempt to breach the subject.)
"Yes."
"It's me."
Chapter 3
Notes:
I cannot thank you guys enough for the lovely, amazing comments! We are hitting the ground running as of now, happy reading!
Chapter Text
Ryu Rumi was many things - the leader of one of most successful bands of the current generation, a third of the Hunters tasked with protecting the Honmoon, a good friend, a good ward, a good worker - but she had also been a little girl who had been a liability since the day she was born, someone who had lived, despite Celine's best attempts at minimizing it, very isolated from everyone and with not a lot of tenderness given to her.
As a kid, she had wished her dad was someone cool that would come to her when she was having a bad day, that they would come tell her they had just been needed elsewhere but now they were there to take her to the amusement park and the movies and tuck her in and tell her she was good actually. With time (and friends and cuddle sessions on the couch), her burning desire to be whisked away when she was sad had matured into normal curiosity over who her birth parents had been.
In her darkest hours, right at the cusp of the Honmoon turning golden, she had desperately wished her father was around to help her make sense of her demon side, for someone she could share her secret with, for anyone to even try to understand her.
Now though, staring down the barrel of that smoking gun, she had no idea what to feel.
So she opted to do as she did best. Our faults and fears must never be seen.
(Thanks, Celine.)
"Oh." Something inside her was desperately trying to get her to act normal but that was bound, gagged and smuggled to the hinterlands of her psyche and in its place was Idol Rumi. Fake pep, fake smile, fake chill. All fiercely glowing patterns, the iridescent light actually interfering with her vision. "Wow! How did you meet her?"
Mira was gaping at her like she had gone insane (not too far off) and Zoey opened and closed her mouth, trying to gauge what Rumi was even thinking before saying anything.
"…Rumi, you know they can like, read your mind, right?" Zoey whispered, smelling some faults n' fears from a country mile.
With a way too wide, very much strained grin, Rumi chirped "Yup! Haven't forgotten that, haha."
Right, she was a goner.
She jumped up from her chair, doing her best to not jostle Seo-yeon and proceeded to gently pass her over to Ahri. "I've been hogging the baby, sorry about that." With one last brush of her soft black ears, she gave them an honest smile. "She's so perfect, you must be proud."
In a meeting that had been made of silences ranging from awkward to threatening, the one they had just walked into, courtesy of Rumi's incredibly baffling choices, was by far the worst one.
Before the rest of HUNTR/X could employ some desperate recovery tactics, Kai'sa put them out of their misery.
Returning to her normal popstar self sans any Void armor, she said "We know this is a lot to take in at once, girls. Maybe it's best we discussed this in a more secure location."
"Even though the wait staff is otherwise incapacitated, this is not a safe location. " Ahri lifted her hands to forestall any complaints. "I've merely charmed them, there will be no consequences. Regardless, would you be amenable to traveling with us to our homestead in Busan?"
They had no clue what they meant with homestead exactly, a bit of an odd thing to call a mansion on a bafflingly non-skyrise, non-luxury resort plot right on the west side of Haeundae beach, but Mira and Zoey were glad when Rumi (too) promptly agreed to go with an overenthusiastic nod and thumbs up.
Really would be a bad look to have to hogtie their leader in plain damn sight but they had no clue what was doing burnouts on the frontal lobe or what sense, if any, was still piloting the meat machine.
"We'll give you a bit of a breather to hmm… sort some things out and pack whatever you might want to bring." Ahri was looking at Eve as she said this, her wife still clammed shut and staring at Rumi. "Meet us at Gimpo when you're able?"
"Our private jet will arrive by then, I'm sure." Evelynn said in her most even voice but her lashers could not stay still.
Liar, liar.
"As the least emotionally compromised of our bunch, here is my personal number." Sera finished scribbling it on one of her professional calling cards. "Anything you guys need, don't hesitate, ok? I mean it."
Despite the life-changing asteroid that had landed on their lovely afternoon out, they went away without making too much fools of themselves.
With Evelynn and Rumi stunlocked, it was up for everyone else to make a gracious exit. If they hadn’t noticed that K/DA were clearly in parentals mode during late brunch, it would be very obvious now.
Kai'sa went and fetched a paper box the size of a 20 person birthday cake full to the brim with food for them, Akali fretted about their comfort as the airplane ran real cold and she was sorry, Ahri preemptively apologized for whatever tantrum Seo-yeon could have that would their disturb their pleasant flight and even Evelynn made sure to let them know finding the VIP section was a bit tricky.
And now they were back in their sensible dark blue station wagon, on their merry way back home in complete, suffocating silence. Zoey didn't even dare put music on, which was killing her inside, thanks for asking.
The Honmoon accompanied them along the way, comforting pulse of the universe enveloping them like a warm hug.
Even though things felt dramatically off-kilter, it was a relief to see they were still in breathtaking harmony with each other. They would never take that for granted ever again.
Rumi was sat in the back middle seat, sitting upright like Celine was breathing down her neck about posture and making a good impression, eyes locked on the road in front of her.
Silently, she leaned over the center console and turned on the stereo, Ahri’s voice starting up with one of the B sides from her solo era.
"Sorry, Zoey, you looked about to grind your teeth into dust and Bobby keeps getting lectures about our insurance premiums." She joked, planting a quick kiss on her shoulder, caressing Mira's arm with her hand as she sat back down. "Thanks for accommodating uh… all of this?"
Zoey sagged in relief and Mira chuckled, raising one sharp eyebrow through the rearview mirror. "Have you digested the nuclear bomb that went off?"
"Absolutely not but I think I'm ready to puke depleted uranium over all of you." Really going to test her compartmentalization skills. "Where to even begin?"
"Well, when a Hunter and a demon love each other very much…"
Rumi couldn't stop the bark of laughter over that, flopping back with a grunt. "Thanks Zoey, what other wisdom do you have for me?"
"You know, I think I once read this fic but your dad was Ahri." Well, wasn’t that an interesting lore drop from their maknae.
"Reading RPF fic of yourself is so lame, Zoey."
"I'm making sure they get it right! Also they always give you abs that could cut glass, so you should be thankful."
Rumi snorted, leaning forward to put an open palm on top of both their heads. "Let's circle back to the original topic and not our assiduous attendance of the devil's sacrament."
With a pensive tap on the steering wheel, Zoey fully turned back and Mira immediately put her hand on it out of a well honed reflex to keep it stable on the freeway. "How do you wanna play this? Funny or serious?"
Rumi bit her lip, the fake ass lid she put on her emotions clacking loudly on top of a boiling pot. With one last valiant push, she shoved everything down and sighed. "I'm dialing 2 for funny. It's too serious in my head right now."
Without missing a beat, Mira also twisted her torso to look at Rumi on the back seat. "I always suspected you had been created in a lab to be the perfect idol and I was right."
"Wha…"
"Mira! I can't believe you sniped that from under my nose!" Said Zoey with a drama worthy gasp, focusing back on steering. "It's true though, but probably more like created in the comfy sofa of the lab than anything else."
Her mouth was hanging open (just a bit) at those words, causing Zoey and Mira to share a panicked glance at each other but before they could apologize for going too far, Rumi blurted "I'm going to win Best in Breed at the Idol Crufts this year for sure."
The absolute riot of guffaws that exploded in the car had the Honmoon vibrating in happiness, cradling them like a peaceful summer night with just the right breeze.
And in the hour it took to get them to their penthouse, spirits remained tentatively elevated, an emotional truce accompanied them through packing, fangirling they were gonna ride on K/DA private plane and see The Idol house as actual guests.
Texting Seraphine through her personal number, as they had promised they would as the very good girls they were, they let them know they were about 40 minutes away if they could convince Zoey to speed just a little.
On the parking lot of the airport, almost three hours after facts long buried had dropkicked them in the face, they had one final hype session.
"Ok, guys. We got this!" Ever the leader, Rumi enthused with the same energy as when they went out to the Idol Awards.
"Rumi, please don't… don't forget you don't and can't keep this in, unsolved." Mira said, her tone of concern one of the gentlest things in existence and Rumi nodded, appreciating what she was trying to say. "You're borrowing with one hell of an interest."
"And you're not an emotional millionaire either! You're gonna default if the effort rate is too high for you." Zoe added and the other two were just staring at her. "What? My mom was an accountant and some of us grew up working class."
Opening the car door, Rumi stepped out before finding out more about emotional economics. "Great chat, Hunters! Our next mission awaits us and you don't keep royalty waiting."
And off they went looking for the VIP section, feeling like pre debut idols who had never even flown first class, clutching a pricey bottle of wine as a gift to their hosts.
Fortunately, they met up with K/DA in the VIP lounge in no time, the plane just wrapping up the pre-flight prep.
Kai'sa asked if they wanted anything to eat and they opened their backpack and purses to reveal all sorts of treats, earning them a nod of approval.
Both groups were mingling in the spacious bar, far more relaxed than at the café. (It helped they were no longer seen as a potential threat to like, the cutest baby on the planet.)
Rumi was a bit of a ways away from the central conversation, sipping on a cool martini, chewing through her own emotions carefully so as not to choke on a too large of a piece.
The Honmoon gave her a barely there brush, not of alarm or apprehension, but an encouraging hand on her shoulder. She set the tall glass down, Evelynn sliding to the stool two spaces from her.
Close but not suffocating, she could appreciate that.
There was a beat of silence, supercharged with something, as if both of them were on the riverbank of the Rubicon and unsure of how to cross it.
"I think we will have a wealth of things to discuss when we are away from polite society but I would like to make something very clear." Evelynn started, flagging down for another drink and the bartender didn't even have to ask what she wanted, getting busy preparing the cocktail. "I did not know about you nor had any inkling this could even be a thing. If I was aware, I'd not have ever abandoned you and I am quite put upon that I was an accidental deadbeat dad."
Oh, that.
It hadn’t even occured to her that was a on the table, probably because she had never been anyone's daughter per se, only a ward with an extremely complicated relationship to her guardian. An asymptotic closeness, so damn near being a daughter but never seemingly being able to reach it.
Having a parent that wished to be in her life, that wanted to love her in that way, was, frankly, alien in all the ways possible.
Most of that must have showed on her face because Evelynn looked at her with an expression somewhere between consternation and worry, clearly filing that information for a later date.
Not many people in her life made that face at her, she realized and it caught her by surprise.
"I wasn’t even considering that but I don't have any hard feelings either way! My life has been very good so far, I promise."
Except, well the whole recent Why Can't You Finish What You Started debacle she had with Celine.
Which was the Himalayan summit of a much larger issue.
Anyway. "Fame, fortune, adoration, love and the best people to share it with." She inclined her head towards Mira and Zoey who were deep in conversation with the other four people.
"I'm glad, darling." Eve said with just a hint of disbelief. "Still, I appreciate you girls coming over to our domain for a catch up. The implications of this go far beyond child support and visitation rights, in particular, why does a two-bit demon that crawled out of the ooze last weekend has his stink all over you."
Oh, also that!
It would have been confusing to meet her dad after all these years if they had been one of Gwi-ma's demons but now with a massive pulling of the curtain on them, it would be more information than what she could handle.
"Ladies, plane is waiting! Come on!" Chimed Ahri, waving them over with a smile and a slow tail wag.
Rumi slammed back her martini in a rush while Evelynn simply took her highball glass from the bar and extended her arm towards their gate.
Not one to question authority, she assumed that glass was not getting stolen and gave Evelynn a small bow as she rushed after Mira and Zoey.
Their flight out gave them a great view of Seoul's skyline in the luxury of a truly private plane.
Evelynn, apparently, was flying it and there was no other crew present. (Weren’t there supposed to be two pilots? They weren't going to ask.)
How had their meeting up with K/DA day turned into, well, this? Tea cup in hand, sat on a buttery soft leather sofa, discussing vocal tips and experiences with Seraphine and Ahri.
It was weird seeing someone so much taller (and larger) than Mira. Kai'sa didn’t look as huge on stage, probably by design as the rest of the band was pretty short. Up close and personal? Massive, and it was astounding how well she kept it as a sleeper build on most large scale appareances because (and they totes weren’t gawking) she had the muscles of those horny european statues.
Akali too was no slouch in that department either, which made sense with the reveal she was a legit ninja assassin (apparently) but her calm, funny presence was super grounding.
Bobby definitely was boggled but extremely excited at the turn of events, so much so he forgot to ask about any collab or photo op opportunities, wishing them only a good stay in Busan.
It was in the hour it took them to get to the south that they had what should have been the nice little café afternoon, even though it was well past midnight.
Kai'sa gave Mira her calling card and if she ever wanted to give her kids some classes, to never hesitate to call. Akali and Zoey were hip deep in the post-production scene, talking about ten light years a minute about it.
And Rumi got a bit of a breathing room to chat with Ahri and Seraphine, who was plucking her guitar to the tune of 'All the Things She Said' and explaining the whole fake russian lesbians debacle that Rumi had been way too young to have heard about.
Evelynn stayed in the cockpit, looking after both the flight path and a sleeping Seo-yeon but sometimes chimed in over the PA system and asked for snacks.
It was…cozy actually, friendly and Rumi was managing to relax before the other shoes hanging from the ceiling had the chance to drop. Amazing what not being a threat to the world's damn cutest baby could get you.
The three of them had somehow fallen asleep in a heap of popstars shaped blobs, drained like it was their first day of idol training. They only jolted awake when the landing gear made contact with the pavement, rousing enough to move when taxi ended.
"We're sorry for falling asleep on you." Zoey said, rubbing her tired face with a wince. The past week had given them one hell of a beating and they had not really recovered. "We promise we are way better guests regularly."
Ahri chuckled, twitching her ears in amusement at the younger girls on the lounge. She could feel they were exhausted to the very molecules of their being, the type of weariness that came with a long, protracted fight and one she could very well recognize.
Poor kids.
"We consider it to be a compliment, thank you for validating our choices in sofa configuration."
"It took us ages to come to an agreement over it!" Akali chimed in, giving them an enthusiatic thumbs up and walking backwards to peek into the cockpit.
They arrived at Haeundae late into the night, the mansion (the homestead?) a sprawling-for-a-heavily-urbanized-city plot nestled between an extremely upscale residential resort they had once stayed at and a new housing development that was in the process of uprooting a whole nice public park to shove more luxury single family homes.
The driveway and tall wall topped with densely packed hedges offered them complete privacy as it obscured the house from outside view, only the tips of the sloped roof visible from across the street.
Ahri was giving them the tour, explaining she had owned the plot since 1947, selling it off in the development boom of the mid 70s to some unfavored chaebol heir with sensibilities just on the cusp of post-modern architecture, leaving a lot of the moderate sized traditional house intact and building an early McMansion around that.
She bought it back during a dip in the economy around the turn of the millenia but had never lived in it until K/DA was formed.
The best feature? A wealth of spirit magic, bubbling all around them and envigorating every super ("that's what we call humans and all sentient beings with magic!" Akali had explained, digital brochure in hand.) in the vicinity.
As they walked in, bags in hand, the Honmoon seemed to agree with that, basking in the spirit energy around them. Oddly enough, it kept prowling around the three of them, flowing but not at rest.
Standing on the spacious modern foyer, they were met with a tasteful blend of beautiful wooden panels and shiny white marble that looked luminous even in the darkness before the lights were on.
"We hope you enjoy your stay here, even though the circumstances aren't the best. " Kai'sa busied herself with turning on the lights, glancing around to see if anything was too out of place. "You can have my room, it's spacious enough for you three and doesn’t have any hmmm…" she paused, trying to find the right word. "random dungeon encounters, let's put it like this."
HUNTR/X were nodding without even pondering too much on what she was saying, just happy to even be invited into K/DA's inner sanctum.
She left for the upper floor to tidy up their room, taking a dozing Seo-yeon with her and promising to hurry so they could rest.
"You might also have already noticed that the magic here feels a little different. " Ahri said, waving them over to the kitchen in the more traditional part of the huge mansion and setting some water to boil. "If not, your Honmoon will pick it up in no time. It's this magical difference why we wanted to move this conversation to here, these are the protective wards of a vastaya homestead and the place of power of a demonic dominion."
She gathered a tea set and prepared a nice infusion, setting it on the kitchen island. "That means it offers protections that can be found nowhere else in the world and extend them to you as well. Given the topic of conversations ahead, it's only sensible."
Knowing they were in the maw of a demon's cave should have been more conflicting but the Honmoon fluttered about, seemingly unbothered by any abnormal energies.
That was good at least.
"There are also no paps in the vicinity, so this will be under wraps as long as possible." Seraphine piped in, giving them a way too cherful thumbs up for the exhausting 1 am it was.
Evelynn muttered something about not giving the gremlin any caffeine after midnight, checking her phone. "HUNTR/X is trending, it seems going to the airport has everyone with their panties in a twist. Doesn’t seem like a major event as of yet."
They'd have to ask Bobby to circulate something about them going on a vacation in Jeju to, at least, buy them some time.
After having some comforting tea, Akali showed them around the first floor and promising them a tour of her carefully curated gardens, doing her best to let them know they were more than welcome to use stuff and go outside to the yard and chill.
They said 'sure yes' but she knew that sounded like a no. Baby steps, baby steps.
Leaving things unsolved before going to bed wasn't optimal, but truthfully everyone was too exhausted to drag that boulder up the hill.
A mildly awkward sleep with much staring at the ceiling probably awaited them.
Kai'sa came down and led them to her room on the second floor. "So, here is my room. I'm sorry it's not much bam and glam but we mostly all live on Ahri’s room upstairs." She pointed to a staircase at the end of hallway. "She has the fancy stuff but you're lucky you didn’t get Akali's, which is giving broom closet crammed to the ceiling with weapons." And sex rigs, ropes and assorted toys, punting it clean out of guest bedroom rotation.
"Bathroom in front, Akali's room to your right, Sera's place over there, Evelynn's atelier and, eventually, Seo-yeon's room will be next to it."
Kai'sa's room was a mix of spacious dance studio and Berlin rave venue, all greys, bare concrete walls topped with dark metal fixtures and a clear luxury industrial flair.
Behind the headboard resided a collection of frames with photos of the important things in Kai'sa's life - her family, her many friends all over the world, her career and her awards.
"Mira, I promise this bed is long enough that you won't have your feet sticking out and, believe me, that's a rare luxury in this house."
With the fake laid-back posture of someone not used to being short and, worse even, scrawny, but taking it very gracefully, Mira nodded with a smirk. "We have the same issue at our dorm. Tragic, you know?"
They shared a laugh, Zoey giving her a face that read a solid 4 in her top ten anime betrayals.
"I'll leave you girls to it, it's been quite a long day." Kai'sa pointed to the wide mirror wall with the barre. "Feel free to use it! It's very well mounted." She was about to wave them goodnight when she remembered. "Ah, the room is soundproof so don't be worried about…"
"We'd never-"
"Not gonna-"
"These sheets aren't ours!"
She gave the three flustered women a raised eyebrow and a barely contained amused smile. "…chatting late into the night."
With that Olympic jump to conclusions out of the way, they were finally in a comfortable place.
"Soooo…" Zoey dropped onto the bed with a slight bounce, staring at the metal decor on the tall ceiling. "Debrief?"
"My long lost father is Evelynn K/DA and I don't even know how to feel about it."
Mira was stretching on the aforementioned well-mounted barre and looked at them through the mirror. "Rumi’s dad plotline was plucked out of a not award winning drama and I feel about it that she needs to shower and relax in bed about it."
"Word! If you're a good half demon lab grown idol, I'll give you a nice, long massage."
Part of Rumi was gasping at having canine training techniques employed against her and a much larger part of her was going to be such the goodest girl because Zoey had, bar none, tiny adorable talented hands and Rumi had one hell of a tension headache.
"Under protest, I will behave." She huffed, diving into their suitcase for her pajama shorts, grabbing a plush soft purple towel from the neat arrangement their hosts had left for them and leaving for the bathroom.
Often, in a one bathroom situation during busy tours, Mira and Zoey started showering together to 'save time' and Rumi couldn't help but roll her eyes fondly while she undressed in the bathroom.
Honestly, how braindead did they think she was? With everything happening all at once, she hadn't had the time to let them know they were not nearly as slick as they thought they were. It had only been by her sheer, award-winning effort at slinking away without being noticed and pretending she never heard a peep that they had kept their dignity intact all of this time.
With a quick rinse (as to not use up much water in someone elses home) and a soothing skin care routine, she did feel much more like a real person.
"Yes, you're right, I do feel much better." She said, entering their allocated room with her damp towel and used clothes. "Now I want that massage."
Zoey was with her legs bent at the knee off the bottom of the bed, her torso flat on the cushy mattress and scrolling on her phone but Mira had curled into a polar bear ball over the covers, glasses askew and completely light's out. The Honmoon flickered in and out, showing up in subtle glimpses around them, as it so often did.
She smiled up at Rumi, inclining her head towards their sleeping choreo lead with a tenderly lovestruck smile that Rumi couldn’t help but mirror.
It really never got old seeing a loved one so comfortable.
Rumi settled face down and arms under her head while Zoey did her best to warm up the lavander massage oil with the hot water from the electric kettle on Kai’sa’s minimalist tea set. 'Have a taste of whatever you want, the matcha is to die for! (Ask Akali to make you some, you won't regret it) - Kai'sa '
(As hosts, K/DA were amazing they had to say.)
With the oil warm enough to be at peak soothing, Zoey got to work.
Mira and her had learned to do this to each other basically at the end of the first week of training when they were sure Celine had invented new muscles for them to be sore on. Most of the time, they did it on the sofa or the studio or a long bench near the training arena so Rumi didn't feel left out, even though she had always declined.
Hindsight graded at 20/20 and all that.
The few times they didn't and retreated to a bedroom? Well… our faults and boners must never been seen, Zoey, think of literally anything else while sat over Rumi's Voted Must Shapely Bum In Asia.
She had come to know that Rumi had an incorregible tendency to gnash her teeth into dust when she was rushing demons and needed to pivot quickly to apply force. Consequences? A neck tense like steel cables with more knots than the fics Mira swore up and down Seoul she did not read, thank you very much. This put every single thing in her head out of alignment, creating a gnarly, hard to resolve pain.
When Zoey figured out Rumi used a neck massager stuck to the wall like a cow rotating brush, she had tattled to Mira immediately, and together, they had nipped at Rumi's heels a week ago to get her to accept a nice massage.
After that, she was the biggest fan of them. She was still terrible at asking for affection but it was early days yet!
Her hands glided over smooth muscles, bulkier than she had given her credit for in her pattern coverage era, and she felt out where the tension was.
To the shock of absolutely zero Hunters, it was in her upper traps and every.single.fiber.in.her.neck.
The first tentative pressure had Rumi groaning but as she worked and the oil sunk in, the huffy groans slowly morphed into pleased hums, the sound making her ribcage vibrate strong enough that Zoey could feel it.
That was hella new.
And super exciting. "Rumi… you can purr?"
Rumi stopped, lifting her head up as much as she could from her position laying down. "Oh! I…guess?" Unfortunately, calling it to attention had caused her to stop and now she couldn't do it again consciously.
Zoey pouted, a pout she knew Rumi could feel as she moved her hips to shake her butt and provoke their maknae into continuing her amazing massage. "Yes, yes, I'll keep going. Sheesh, can't a girl be a furry for a hot second."
The chuckle that rippled through Rumi's torso was all hers and Zoey continued her work.
As tension receded, Rumi was melting in her hands at the precise kneading, not too much, not too little.
That is, until Zoey finally unraveled the big knot in her upper traps and Rumi, Honmoon as her witness, stuttered out a low moan in all of her vocal power that caught them by complete suprise.
She was so stunned she flinched back, landing ass to ass on top of Rumi, Rumi herself was so, so red and glowing it was a surprise they didn’t need welding masks.
And Mira startled awake, blushing up to the tips of her ears and struggling to put her glasses back on right, which she failed catastrophically. "What the hell was that?!"
A second of heavy breathing was followed by Mira and Zoey scrambling from bed like a bomb had gone off, hastily grabbing toiletries and tossing something about showering together to not spend so much water on K/DA mansion.
Before Rumi felt like stopping trying to smother herself with her pillow, they were out of the door.
…and even though her face felt like a furnace, she still rolled her eyes against the plush pillow underneath her.
To their credit, they were back in less than 10 minutes as if they had to be ready to enter the stage in five.
Rumi was reclining on the bed, still topless and glistening with massage oil, leafing through one of the airport magazines they had bought. She looked up at them, chuckling when they fidgeted under her attention.
Everything was very new about their relationship (a whole week and a half old) and every single crack was still raw and sharp, in the process of being polished down into softer edges.
They knew they would have to sit down and have an honest chat about sex, expectations and intimacy but it simply had been so down the list of things they needed to address, it was in a limbo of tentative discovery.
It had been so long since Rumi had put any thoughts of that from her mind, the golden Honmoon forever looming large at the forefront of everything, that she had no clue what she liked for other people to do to her.
(She knew what to do with herself, but other hands on her felt both too raw to handle and too intensely desirable to not bite into.)
"So, debrief?" Rumi said with a well too cheeky smile, repeating Zoey's earlier words back at her now that everyone was much more comfortable.
Said maknae dropped with a loud fwomp and a groan on the soft mattress, her oversized sleeping top riding up to the back of her thighs. "We're sleeping a story away from K/DA and two door from the one and only Starry Eyed Songstress. Feels like someone read an RPF crossover fic to a genie."
With a bit more gentleness, Mira wiggled underneath the covers, reaching over Zoey to set her glasses on the bedside table. "Never thought I'd meet a baby so cute that I'm not even mad they thought about turning us into fermented chili paste."
Rumi kept reading the overpriced motorcycle magazine, idly leafing the newest motocross models and dog earing them for later. "I…" big inhale. "Have a long lost dad with a whole family and a little sister. That's very incomprehensible to me right now, I don't even know how to feel." Slumping down from her pillow back rest, she covered her face with the magazine. "It still feels fake, you know? Like an unhinged fan theory."
"Unhinged is right, this one wasn’t in the bingo card." Mira said, tugging the comforter from underneath Zoey and slowly tried to put her in bed proper.
"True," Zoey said, voice muffled against the pillow, "Evelynn is usually pegged as Mira's mom."
"Maybe if she pegged my mom, we'd solve a lot of issues."
A wheeze of laughter came from under the magazine and Rumi lifted it, about to set it open face down on the nightstand but Mira's unamused stare had her closing it correctly, giving it a little kissy before setting it primly on the small stand.
"I guess I'll have to give it time to process all of this. I'm sure Evelynn will want to chat about this, she seemed beyond surprised." She sighed, tiredness finally settling on her body with a vengeance. "Every thing is just… so much right now. The Honmoon, Gwi-ma, Celine, my body doing all sorts of off pocket shit and now this."
Mira and Zoey shared a look, nodding imperceptibly. Before Rumi could hone in on their telepathy, Mira snaked her arms around her torso and, with a leverage that shouldn't be possible from their position, hauled her up and above her, Zoey snatching Rumi’s arms to help her slam on the middle of the bed.
When the world descrambled itself and she turned around from having faceplanted the pillow, Mira was smugly resting on her side of the bed and Zoey had already engaged in (very welcome) barnacle maneuvers.
"You need the middle slice today, Rumi, like stat." Zoey said, peppering kisses on her arm, iridescent waves rippling through the places her lips touched.
"Need all the emotional energy you can get to survive the coming days." Mira leaned over and kissed her lips, toothpaste peppermint and pricey face cream invading her senses, a pleasant fingerprint that was electrifying on her forebrain.
And they were right, as they often were. Bracketed by their warmth and their love, Rumi bit her lip but couldn't stop tears from escaping.
She was so, so overwhelmed, so unbelievably beyond her emotional limits that she couldn’t duct tape the cracks anymore.
Everything came gushing out in a rush of sobs, equal parts cathartic and parts giving her the mother of all headaches. But her girls helped her through it, held her through the tears and the sorries and the vomit of words that could not stop coming out of her mouth.
Wasn't it so lucky the room was insulated?
In the end of it all, they cleaned her tears, gave her water, softened the ache in her skull, treated her like she was precious and worthy and capable of loving them like they deserved.
Her back was entirely supported by Zoey's front, soft hands rubbing her tense neck while Mira was bracketing her hips with her knees, those long hands caressing her face and cleaning it with a soothing washcloth.
They were tangled in a complex puzzle, just like the Honmoon shining bright around them and eclipsing the room from view, only a vague outline of the furniture and mirror remaining.
All of her was a nerve plexus made of frayed, overstimulated ends that still felt one loud noise away from another meltdown. The overstimulation was simmering down to it's more bearable state, her energy fleeing the scene before the cops came over.
Impossibly soft fingertips rested on her throbbing temples and above her brows, rubbing relaxing circles on them. And she blinked, Mira's proud smile all she could see. And she blinked, feeling Zoey's grin as she kissed her shoulders.
And she closed her eyes, her body raw but her chest no longer burned with a raging volcano of bottled emotions.
Rumi didn't notice when Zoey tucked her back into bed or when Mira got back to her spot, remaining within touching distance of her for when she inevitably reached out to touch one of them. Just a bit, just so her soul knew they were still there, still with her.
She fell asleep, quietly and gently. The next day would bring them good things.
Too bad it was 5 am when her brain pulled the ripcord and jumpstarted her consciousness after a measly 3 hours.
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