Don’t dream it’s over

by Bisexuallama

Summary:

An enemy learns of Rumi's existence.

Chaos and disaster ensues.

Notes:

First kpop demonhunters fic. Kinda nervous

Enjoy :)

Chapter 1: There is freedom within, there is freedom without

It’s Friday night. They’re eating dakdoritang for dinner on a propped up lunch tray in bed. They’re brown eyes are glued to the flat television screen in front of them as they watch two out of three Huntrix members perform. It’s an old video. Their shoulders move to the rhythm of How It’s Done as Zoey raps without missing a single beat. They start humming along when Mira sings her part while picking up a bite of rice and a piece of chicken with the help of their chopsticks. They’re about to put it into their mouth when Rumi makes her appearance. The patterns on her body makes their entire body go rigid. They blink twice, thinking their eyes are playing tricks on them. But the patterns are still there. Glinting. Different. Unmissable. But unmistakable for anything other than what they truly are. Their breathing becomes uneven. 

 

Demon. Rumi is a demon. And the other two hunters don’t seem to have an issue with it despite the vow that they took to hunt and slay all demons. 

 

Huntrix is compromised. 

 

Setting the wooden chopsticks down, they put the tray aside before getting out of their bed. They stand before a framed photo of the Starlight Sisters that hangs on a wall of their home. Their eyes bore into the late member, Miyeong’s, still ones. They theorize that Miyeong must have conceived an offspring with a demon. They don’t spend too much time thinking about whether the act had been consensual or not, not knowing which of the alternatives would make her blood boil more. Their eyes avert to Celine. The two were once thick as thieves. She must’ve known. She raised the offspring, knowing what it was, knowing its nature. Their eyes land on the third member. Kim-Ji. 

 

Something in them stirs. Something dark and ugly. 

 

They leave their bedroom with one single determined thought in mind; Rumi has to die. 

 

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Mira stands beneath a metal hook in the ceiling. Her arms are tied together and pulled up above her head with crimson red rope. The rope wraps tightly but safely around her upper arms and wrists, keeping them, and most of all her, in place. Her long pink hair falls down over her shoulders, brushing against the restraints around her body.

 

Rope is wrapped all over her torso in a crisscross pattern. Like diamonds across her chest and stomach. Rope also binds her pert breasts, giving them more of a shape and making them stick out along with her hardened, pink nipples. The knots are clean and even. They don’t dig into her skin, but they hold her firmly. The design continues down to her hips, where the ropes wrap around and frame her shape. Two torturous lines of rope dig into the slit of cunt, her slick dampening the fabric and making it a much darker shade of crimson. The rope continues its design upwards Mira’s backside and is connected to the same one that binds her arms and wrist. If she pulls or even tugs, the rope digs further into her wet heat and swollen clit. 

 

She stands with one leg on her tippy toes, her muscles tensing to hold her steady. Her other leg is lifted, bent at the knee, and rests high on Rumi’s left shoulder. That leg is tied too, rope circling her thigh and knee, holding it gently in place. 

 

Rumi holds onto the rope connecting her girlfriend’s bound body to the ceiling with one hand while the other rests idly on Mira’s thigh as she fucks into her ass with her custom strap-on. Her thrusts are fast and even, the sound of her hips slapping against the curve of Mira’s ass at regular intervals filling their newly designed playroom. She takes immense pleasure in the soft moans spilling from the taller woman’s lips. She revels more in the pathetic little whine she makes when Rumi puts a stop to her ministrations every time she’s close. 

 

This time, Mira whimpers. “Rumi.. please..”

 

Clearly enjoying herself, Rumi smiles and tilts her head, feigning innocence. “You know the rules, baby. No cumming until Zoey gets here” 

 

“That’s not fucking fair!”

 

Rumi lets go of the rope behind Mira’s backside and reaches up to pull at the rope above the pink-haired woman’s head. Mira moans in pain and pleasure as she’s hoisted up for a moment while the rope down south digs further into her cunt. 

 

Mira breathes out when her foot touches the ground again. “I..” She swallows the lump in her throat, a single bead of sweat trickling down her tremble, “I apologize for my outburst”

 

“Good girl” 

 

Rumi’s fingers trail down the flat of Mira’s stomach, continuing their descent till they’re between her thighs. The taller woman holds her breath in anticipation as her purple-haired girlfriend pushes her index and middle finger into her cunt, the two strings of rope parting around the welcome intrusion. She bites her lower lip when Rumi begins thrusting into her ass again, slow and steady this time. To make matters worse, she moves her fingers around inside of Mira, scissoring, circling, curling, but not once does she pump them. 

 

The door opens and closes. They don’t have to turn their heads to see who entered the room. 

 

“Hii. Sorry I’m late” Zoey greets her girlfriends before standing on her toes to peck Rumi’s lips. “Signing took forever! There were T-shirts, baseball caps and even socks! It was so crazy” She trails her fingers from Mira’s shoulder blades to her chest, tapping her sternum. “How’s our girl?”

 

“Bratty” Rumi responds, pulling her fingers out of the pink-haired woman’s cunt. She brought them to Zoey’s lips so that she could have a taste. 

 

Zoey’s eyes flutter close as she moans around her girlfriend’s fingers, savoring the taste of her other girlfriend. She opens them up when Rumi removes her fingers from her mouth. She looks at Mira and tsks as she crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head in mock disapproval. “You’re always bratty when you don’t get your way” 

 

Mira watches with bated breath as Zoey sank to her knees in front of her. Zoey spreads the rope with her thumbs. The maknae sticks out her tongue and does a slow, deliberate lick across Mira’s slit, stopping just below her swollen clit. She looks up at Mira before running the tip of her tongue up and down the sensitive bundle of nerves at a rapid pace. Mira’s thighs quiver. She squirms. She moans in anguish. She hears Rumi chuckle softly against her neck before biting her there. 

 

“Mmh, so tough and yet..” Zoey braces her hands against the taller woman’s taut thighs, “so needy..” 

 

Mira gasps when the maknae spits on her cunt before eating her out like a starving woman. 

 

Rumi picks up her pace, thrusting into her girlfriend’s ass with a single goal in mind. Her hand comes up to slap at Mira’s right breast before she does the same with the other. “You fucking love this don’t you?” She says, slapping her breasts again. 

 

Red blooms across Mira’s restrained breasts as they’re abused again and again. God, she’s never been so wet in her entire life. She can’t help but let out a breathy moan when Rumi grabs her breast and starts kneading it like a fresh batch of dough. She moans louder when the half-demon grabs a fistful of her hair with her free hand and pulls her head back. She screws her eyes shut as the pain mixed with the pleasure spreads across her body. 

 

“I asked you a question, Mira” Rumi says, her nose mere centimeters away from the side of Mira’s face. “Do you like it when we use you as the pathetic, little painslut you are, yes or no?” 

 

Not quite trusting herself to speak, the pink-haired woman nods frantically. She swallows, her mouth dry all of the sudden. Her body tenses and trembles as a familiar wave of sensation washes over her. Zoey doesn’t stop her ministrations, her mouth and tongue moving in tandem to bring her girlfriend pleasure. Mira’s heartbeat quickens, her muscles clench and release. A warm shiver runs through her from head to toe. Every nerve feels alive, and she floats in a moment of intense, overwhelming feeling. Her body deflates a little when she breathes out in pure, unfiltered bliss. 

 

Rumi smiles victoriously as Zoey licks and laps at the evidence of Mira’s orgasm like a greedy dog. 

 

They know they have a long night ahead of them (especially Mira). And the fun has only just begun. 

 

When they’re all sated and well-spent after releasing Mira and moving to the bed in their playroom, Zoey leaves to prepare a bath for the three of them. But not before pecking the cheeks of her girlfriends and telling them to hurry up in Korean. It’s a wonder how the maknae still manages to be so energetic after the lewd things they just did. Rumi puts on a silk robe and heads to the kitchen to get two glasses of water. She walks back into the playroom and hands one to Mira. 

 

Afterwards, they head to the bathroom and soak in the warm bath, letting their muscles relax after such strenuous activity. A soft smile pulls at Rumi’s lips as she watches her girlfriends playfight with toy sharks and small fishes that they use as prey. She giggles when the sharks attack her and ‘bite’ her. 

 

They get dressed in their respective pajamas after bathing and eat some Yakgwa and sweet tea. Zoey and Rumi apply some salve to Mira’s skin where the rope was restraining her limbs. Then they go to bed. Rumi lies in the middle with Zoey and Mira settled on each side of her. She stares blankly at the ceiling, her brows only slightly furrowed. It doesn’t go unnoticed by her girlfriends. 

 

Mira is the first to speak. “Rumi,” She says, carefully, “are you okay?” 

 

Zoey crawls her index and middle finger up against the half-demon’s face before tapping her forehead. “What’s going on in your pretty head, Rums?”   

 

Rumi breathes out slowly, her eyes still fixated on the ceiling. “I just had this feeling all of the sudden” She puts a hand over her heart, feeling it beat in her chest. “Like.. something’s coming. Something bad” She presses the heel of her palm into her chest and starts rubbing it in big, slow circles over her Wonder Woman shirt. She inhales then exhales deeply before relaxing against the mattress. “I’m probably just being paranoid. Sorry” 

 

“You never have to apologize to us” Mira reassures her purple-haired girlfriend, her arm tightening its hold around her slim waist. 

 

“Ever” Zoey adds in a serious tone before cuddling up to Rumi and closing her eyes. She lets out a yawn. “I kinda want to be on hiatus foreverrr” 

 

Rumi snorts a laugh. “Maybe in a perfect world”

 

Mira sighs almost blissfully as she nuzzles into the crook of Rumi’s neck. “A girl can dream..”

 

That night, Rumi falls asleep with a small smile on her face in the comfort of the women who love her, unbeknownst to the trouble about to come their way. 

Chapter 2: Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup

Zoey stands bent over on the penthouse balcony, her hands gripping the glass railing as she stares off into Seoul’s afternoon sky. The sounds of her fans screaming her name down below does nothing to lessen the pain and betrayal she feels. 

 

Rumi cautiously approaches her girlfriend. 

 

Zoey doesn’t bother turning around to face her. Not today. Not now. Not after what the half-demon had done. “I can’t believe you did that to me”

 

They’re standing mere inches apart now. “Zoey, please” Rumi puts a hand on the maknae’s right shoulder, hoping to comfort her. “I had no choice..”

 

Zoey turns around so fast, it’s a miracle she doesn’t get whiplash. “You did and you chose to hurt me!!” She exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at Rumi. 

 

“That’s not true!!” 

 

Mira watches the scene unfold from where she’s sitting just outside the sliding door in the living room. She’s sitting with one leg up while eating popcorn. Yes, she dragged a chair over here just to watch her girlfriends fight over a damn card game. 

 

“I had one card left, Rumi! I yelled uno! But then Mira put a draw-four on my draw-four and then you added another draw-four when I was this close,” The brunette nearly pinches her fingers now, “this close to winning. So now I have to draw not four, not eight, but TWELVE cards thanks to you” 

 

Rumi tries to say something, but Zoey is swift to press her index finger to her lips, silencing her. 

 

“I’m gonna draw the cards. Just this once” The maknae leans forward, staring into her half-demon girlfriend’s eyes. “But if you ever do this to me again, I’m taking full custody of Derpy and Sussie”

 

The giant magical blue tiger, that’s been sleeping soundly in the corner with an also-sleeping Sussie nestled between his paws, perks up at the mention of his name, startling the six-eyed magpie awake. 

 

Zoey suddenly perks up too and grabs the purple-haired woman by the hand. “Come on. Let’s finish the game!” She drags her back inside. 

 

Mira smiles cheekily with her mouth full at the glare she receives from Rumi for not intervening. Even she isn’t brave enough to be on the receiving end of Zoey’s in-it-to-win-it wrath. 

 

When the girls take their spots around the coffee table again, they continue playing the game. By some divine miracle, Zoey still wins, leaving her girlfriends in complete and utter disbelief. 

 

They don’t have time to dwell on how the hell she won exactly because they have to head downstairs for the HUNTR/X meet and greet. While in the elevator, Zoey can’t help but taunt her girlfriends for being sore losers (like she’s not the sorest of them all). Mira and Rumi effectively managed to silence her when they backed her up against the wall and did some very naughty things with their lips that left Zoey flustered when the doors slid open. 

 

The trio take their seats at the signing booth. 

 

“Hi, Bobby!” They all say in unison when their manager walks in, seemingly trying to clean a sauce or some other liquid off his lanyard. 

 

Bobby forgets all about the lanyard to greet his favorite girls. “Hey, girls! Ready to mingle with your fans?” He asks while doing a little shimmy of his shoulders, an excited smile pulling at his lips. 

 

Zoey smiles and shoots him two thumbs up. “Yes!”

 

Mira straightens her posture, a determined smile on her face as she clicks her pen. “Absolutely”

 

Rumi cracks the muscles in her neck to relieve tension. She breathes out and smiles. “Born ready”

 

Bobby gives them an okay sign before turning around to face the security guards at the two entrances. “Release the fans!!”

 

The two double doors are pulled open and fans of all ages come swarming in. It’s their first meet and greet since Rumi debuted her new ‘tattoos.’ 

 

As Rumi spots a few of her most dedicated fans, she wonders whether they’ll see her differently. Some of them have been HUNTR/X fans since day one. Rumi swallows the lump in her throat. Would they be disappointed? Would they be upset? Would they be confused as to why she would permanently put such odd patterns on her skin? Worst of all, 

 

Would they turn on her?

 

The purple-haired woman’s stomach twists uncomfortably when the first fan moves away from Zoey after getting her autograph and now stands in front of her. Their eyes are trained on Rumi’s right forearm. Rumi watches as the fan pulls up the sleeve of their hoodie to reveal a set of patterns almost identical to the ones she has on her arm. The only thing that’s different is the color of them. 

 

“I uhm.. got these because of you” The fan says, their voice shy and barely coherent. “They’re not permanent but they’ll last up to six months.. at least that’s what the guy at the tattoo place said..”

 

“Woah” Rumi exclaims genuinely. “Can I..?”

 

The fan’s eyes widen before they eagerly nod. 

 

Rumi runs two fingers down their arm, tracing the translucent red patterns. Afterwards, she signs a vinyl cover and does aegyo for a photo with them. 

 

When she turns her head towards her girlfriends and fellow members, Mira gives her a warm, assuring smile before turning her attention to the next fan. Zoey squeezes Rumi’s thigh under the table while also giving her a similar smile. 

 

The event goes a lot better than Rumi expected. 

 

It surprises her how many people got her patterns painted on their own bodies. Some even had them permanently tattooed (which was wild to see, but she didn’t complain). Not all over their body, thankfully. Just on their forearm and/or leg. 

 

It’s strange for Rumi to see the thing she’s been so ashamed of her entire life, be accepted and celebrated by not only the women that she loves, but also the fans that she loves. She just wishes Celine would come around and accept her too.

 

Rumi sneaks a glance at the digital Ben 10 watch on a young fan’s right arm. 13:57PM. Almost three hours have passed since the meet and greet started. The fans are starting to clear out after hanging around to talk with fellow fans and potential new friends. The event was supposed to end at two o’clock, but the girls decided to extend it by fifteen minutes. Anything for the fans.

 

At a quarter past two, the girls stand up and stretch after three long hours of sitting, signing and posing. In one particular case, they did all three at once. Separately of course. The photo came out a mess, but the fan said that’s what made it real. 

 

Zoey collapses back in her seat and slumps over the table. “I’m sooo tired. I don’t even think I can walk” She turns to face Mira and makes grabby hands at her, wordlessly asking to be picked up. 

 

Mira smiles softly before taking her dark-haired girlfriend into her arms and holding her bridal style. Zoey wraps her arms around her neck for stability. 

 

“I’m starvinggg” Rumi whines. 

 

Bobby comes by just in time. “Don’t worry, girls. The penthouse is filled with all your favorite foods. Gimbap, japchae, dakgalbi” He points at Mira, knowing the latter is one of her favorite things in the world “and plenty of other things! Sweets too!”

 

“Thank you, Bobby” The girls say in unison again. 

 

“What kind of manager would I be if I didn’t take care of my girls, right?” Bobby questions rhetorically, his signature smile pulling at his lips. “You girls go up. I’ll take care of all this” 

 

After waving their loving manager goodbye, the throuple makes their way to the elevator. 

 

“Ooh, wait” Rumi stops dead in her tracks and reaches out for Mira’s upper arm. “I have to pee” 

 

“Like.. really bad?” Zoey asks. 

 

“Really bad” 

 

Mira nods. “Okay. We’ll wait with you-”

 

“No” Rumi shakes her head, cutting her girlfriend off. “You guys go. I’ll be up in a minute”

 

“Don’t be silly, Rumi” The maknae says before lowering her feet to the floor and standing between her girlfriends. She puts her hands on her hips. “We’ll-“ She nearly doubles over when her stomach growls loudly, making her cringe internally. “Great timing, stomach” She murmurs, sarcastically. 

 

The half-demon smiles. “Go. Seriously” 

 

With a resigned sigh, Mira decides to listen to Rumi (for once). “Fine. But hurry back. I don’t think I can stop Zoey from hogging the gimbap” 

 

“She really can’t” Zoey agrees, shaking her head. 

 

“Yep, yep, will do!” Rumi rushes out before turning around and sprinting to the nearest bathroom. 

 

She shoots the security guards an awkward, toothy smile as she runs past them and bursts into the ladies room before going into an empty stall. The sigh of relief that passes her lips when she finally lets go is beyond satisfying. She hears the door open and close. She also hears the sound of a suitcase being rolled in before it’s followed by the sound of rushing water from a sink. 

 

When Rumi is finished, she leaves the stall, the sound of the toilet being flushed declaring her exit. Wordlessly, she walks over to the unoccupied sink next to an older woman. Rumi keeps her eyes downcast, focusing on washing her hands. But curiosity soon gets the best of her and she lifts her head up to look at the stranger via the mirror. The woman has a heart-shaped face along with oval brown eyes. Her slightly curly hair is in a single, neat bun on top of her head. Her lips are pressed in a line as she rinses between her fingers. 

 

Rumi’s eyes widen when she recognizes the woman. She turns to face her, her jaw slack. “Miss Kim-Ji?!” She exclaims to the third Sunlight Sister. 

 

A smile pulls at Kim-Ji’s lips as she reaches for a paper towel to dry her hands. “Hello, Rumi” 

 

Rumi smiles and steps closer to her. “Wow! I don’t.. I don’t know what to say” She furrows her brows, but her excited smile doesn’t falter. 

 

Not until she feels a prick in the side of her neck. 

 

Kim-Ji quickly presses her thumb down on the plunger, thoroughly injecting the three milligrams of etorphine into Rumi’s system. 

 

“Fun fact; five milligrams of etorphine is enough to immobilize an African elephant. Two to four milligrams for black rhinoceros” 

 

The former Sunlight Sister removes the syringe from the younger woman’s neck. 

 

“There were no instructions on how many doses it would take for a demon, so I guess three milligrams will do. Worst case scenario, you die”

 

She smiles when Rumi falls to her knees, clearly struggling to keep her eyes open. 

 

“But I don’t want that to happen just yet”

 

Kim-Ji boops Rumi’s nose before taking the unnie’s phone as she tries to reach for it. Rumi stares up at her, her demon eye resurfacing along with her elongated canines. Kim-Ji doesn’t react. 

 

Eventually, Rumi’s eyes fall shut as she collapses face-first onto the polished bathroom floor. 

 

Kim-Ji lays down her empty suitcase and opens it up. She positions Rumi in a fetal position inside before zipping it closed and locking it with a small lock to prevent any possible mishaps. 

 

Kim-Ji adds the final touch of her master plan then walks out of the bathroom with her suitcase in tow. “Minjun!” She exclaims when she’s about to walk past the security guards. “Stand up straight” She reprimands in a stern tone. “You know how your eomma feels about your slouching” 

 

The young (and dumb) security guard feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Yes, Miss Kim” 

 

Kim-Ji nods and leaves the building.

 

She’s long gone by the time Mira and Zoey burst into the bathroom downstairs in search of Rumi. 

 

Zoey checks the stalls. Mira notices a white envelope on the counter. It has a golden sticker of the sun to seal it shut. Zoey stands beside her when she picks up the envelope. There’s a name written on the back when Mira turns it around. 

 

Zoey looks confused. “Who the fuck is Cece?” 

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DUN DUN DUNNNN

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