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Who would have thought that the day after you sealed the Honmoon, society would go right back to how it was?
That’s at least how it looked. Everyone was back to their everyday routine, waking up at 6 am with a morning cup of coffee, as the city of Seoul bustled with the murmur of the day's daily events. Everything felt so normal. Everyone felt so normal.
Except Rumi didn’t. How could she? How could anyone expect her to be normal after finally sealing the Honmoon, having to defeat the Saja Boys and Gwi-Ma all at once? The grotesque demons that came out of the tear, charging towards her and her girls. She had no plan, but the girls defeated Gwi-Ma after a fully charged fight.
Of course, no good thing comes without a sacrifice.
Rumi was undoubtedly proud of her girls for officially sealing the Honmoon. All the hard work they put in throughout the years, having to grow up constantly feeling like they don’t belong, is a waste of time, or not working hard enough; they did it. They defeated the one thing they were almost scared they never would. However, how could Rumi truly feel satisfied when she knew that the one person who made her feel normal was no longer there?
Here with you, I can finally breathe.
The one person who made her release all the tension she was always holding.
Why does it feel right every time I let you in?
The one person who understood her, who saw all of her thoughts and fears that she thought should never be seen.
We could be free.
How was she supposed to move on when the one person who truly made her feel weightless, who made her feel like she wasn’t a burden, was gone?
Jinu.
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“Rumi?”
She ignored the knocks and calls of concern from Mira and Zoey at her door. She ignored the phone calls and texts that Bobby and Celine sent her. She didn’t want to be disturbed, too lost in thought, staring blankly at the sword she had obtained during the battle with Gwi-Ma.
‘How could he just leave like that? What if I had gone instead of him? He could have been free.’ Thoughts running through her head way too quickly for her to pinpoint how she truly felt. Grief? Of course, she was grieving for Jinu. But there was something else that she couldn’t quite catch. Was it hope? Maybe she was hopeful that this was all an awful dream and Jinu would actually show up on her balcony like he did so many times before the Idol Awards.
He pulled her in by the waist, lips connecting in a soft kiss. In the background, she could barely hear Derpy purring and Sussie letting out a low squawk, making the air around them feel warm and cozy. All that noise was blurred out as Jinu deepened the kiss, hands spreading along the span of her back.
Her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Her nimble fingers tug lightly at the hair of his nape, making him groan quietly as they continue to kiss under the moonlight. Their lungs burning for air, hands roaming each other's bodies. Just two people falling deeply in love with one another, not thoughts on the consequences that may come to be.
Jinu is the first to pull away, keeping her close in his arms. “Rumi- fuck I…” He pauses, collecting his thoughts. She takes that moment to observe his features. His sharp jawline. His beautiful brown eyes. His thick, jet black hair. God, he was beautiful, anyone could see that-
“Can I… I mean… if you want…” he was fumbling over his words.
Cute.
She cuts him off, knowing exactly what he was trying to ask. “Yes, I uh… I would love that.”
He stares at her before nodding dumbly. Before she could even get her next words out, the color in his eyes quickly turned darker, scooping her up and closing the door with his foot.
That night, Jinu made gentle love to Rumi, soft praises constantly leaving his mouth, making the warm feeling spread all through her body.
“You’re so beautiful. All of you.”
“You’re safe with me.”
“Let go, princess, I’ve got you.”
She fell asleep feeling the warmest and safest she’s ever felt in a long time. But when she woke up the next day, Jinu was gone, and the warmth she felt suddenly turned cold.
-
Rumi is pulled out of her thoughts as Derpy rubs his face softly against her thigh. Mira and Zoey had long given up on calling her out of her room, figuring she still needed some time. Her phone was no longer buzzing with concerned messages. It was silent. She was finally quiet with her thoughts.
Silence.
Her hands come to scratch lightly behind the tiger’s ear, a soft purr coming from the furry feline. She smiles warmly, Sussie coming to sit on top of Derpy’s head. At least she still had them. They were a part of Jinu that stuck to this side of the Honmoon, making her feel like at least he was there in some form.
“Shall we sleep?” she asks the two animals next to her, only getting another head bump from Derpy as a response. “Come, let’s sleep.”
The tiger jumps onto the bed, making space for Rumi to curl up into his side. She left safe here, the soft breathing of Derpy lulling her to sleep. Tomorrow is another day. Another day to work through her feelings. Another day to make sure that the fans couldn’t see through her. Another day to act like everything was fine.
-
Rumi woke up to a bright light coming from the side of her room. She startles awake, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, curling into Derpy a little closer out of sleep-induced fear. Was she imagining this? Is there a tare in the Honmoon? She couldn’t possibly be going insane, considering everything.
She went to reach for her sword, only to realize that the light was coming from her sword. ‘What the fuck?’
She rubbed her eyes one more time before looking back at the light, confusion turning into realization once she saw the figure standing in front of her. There is no way.
Jinu.
Jinu was standing right in front of her. Her mouth moved before she could stop herself. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
He smiles lopsided, arms opening to welcome her in: “Surprise?”
She jumps into his arms, sobs wracking her body, tears soaking the fabric of his shirt. “I thought you were dead!” she says through sobs, holding on tightly as if Jinu could disappear again. Again. She feels his hands wrap around her body, picking her up effortlessly. She was gasping for air, tears falling down her cheeks, body shaking at the raw feeling of seeing your once-dead lover show up again.
“J-Jinu-”
“Shh, Rumi, it’s okay, I’m here now. I’ve got you, you’re safe.”
I’m here now.
I’ve got you.
You’re safe.
She couldn’t believe it. He was back, holding her, speaking to her softly, only to her in this otherwise silent space. She felt a heavy weight lift off her shoulders, relief sinking in.
Let the past be past ‘til it’s weightless.
She pulls away, eyeing the wet patches from her tears on his shirt. She not-so gracefully wipes the snot and tears on her face, hiccupping while trying to get words out: “W-What are– h-how?”
Jinu chuckles, holding Rumi tight. “Truthfully… I don’t know. I kept watching you through the sword, so… so sad. I guess I just couldn’t take it anymore, and suddenly… here I am.”
Rumi eyes him, watching him swallow slowly. She looks at his eyes, really looks at him, wanting to see the sincerity in them. They look a bit glassy, but not once does his gaze waver.
“J-Jinu I-”
“You don’t need to say anything back, I know it’s probably a lot that I just randomly came back to life.”
She ponders his words. He is right. It is a lot that he just suddenly came back to life after his whole sacrifice during the battle with Gwi-Ma.
“Do you hear him?” she asks instead.
He blinks, opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again to answer: “Oh uh… no. No, I don’t hear him. I’m free Rumi.” he smiles, hope written in his eyes, holding her even tighter, if that’s even possible.
Rumi finds herself smiling, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling her into a gentle embrace. She’s still in disbelief, but at the end of the day, she’s just relieved. She has no idea how she was going to break it to the girls or Bobby; even worse… Celine. But that was an issue for future Rumi. Right now, all she wanted was to be with her lover.
“I missed you,” she says softly, words coming out slowly. Rumi hears Jinu let out a breath before his hand was on her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him.
“I missed you, too. Lemme show you how much?” he looks, tone serious. She feels her mouth go dry, simply nodding. He clicks his tongue, raising his eyebrow.
“Words, pretty girl.”
“Y…Yes.”
He hums, lifting her effortlessly before laying her gently onto the bed. His eyes trace her over, eyeing her tank top and shorts that leave little to the imagination. Her beautiful brown eyes looked up at him like he held the world in his palm. Her gorgeous purple hair, out of the tight braid, flowed over the space of her bed. He could look at her all day.
“Jinu, please.”
Jinu is cut out of his thoughts, hearing her whimper out his name in a plea. He smiles softly at her, removing his shirt before placing himself between her legs. “Let’s get you undressed, hm?”
He reaches for her tank top first, motioning for her to lift her arms. He wasted no time taking off her top, her bottoms following right after. Rumi shivers, the cold air hitting her warmer skin. She suddenly felt very exposed, Jinu’s eyes running over her figure, doing his very best to hold back. Rumi is quick to try and cover herself, but before she can, Jinu’s hand catches her wrists.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself now. Let me see you,” he nearly growls out, pinning her wrists above her head. She whimpers, feeling his soft lips run along the skin of her neck, softly tugging between his teeth just to hear her gasp.
“Keep your hands here for me?”
She nods, only to hear him tsk in disapproval.
“Words, Rumi.”
“Yes. Jinu, please.”
She watches his eyes flash from brown to gold, a smirk written on his face. “What do you want, Rumi?” he asks, leaning down to kiss and bite at her collarbones, hands roaming everywhere except where she wanted him to most.
“Please touch me, Jinu…”
“I am touching you, though.”
Rumi whines, cheeks flushed, as she attempts to push her hips up into his. When his hands meet her hips, pinning her down to the mattress, all she can do is let out a quiet cry.
“Already so fucked out and I haven’t even done anything,” he drawls, pushing her thighs apart, before bringing his hand to outline her through her panties lightly. Rumi moans loudly, trying to find any friction. “Let me ask you again, what do you want. I won’t know unless you tell me, princess.”
Rumi was flushed. She was shy, trying her hardest to get the words out. She wanted to be good, wanted to make Jinu feel good, wanted him on her, in her, everywhere. God, she wanted, and wanted, and wanted.
“F-fuck me, Jinu, please. I’ll do anything, please just do anything!”
She’s sobbing at this point, not sure what she’s begging for anymore, but just wanting to be close to him, to feel him. Rumi feels him lean over her, grabbing her chin, and pulling her into a gentle kiss.
“Good girl, Rumi. I’ll take care of you, yeah?”
All she can do is whine in response. Jinu begins his descent down her body, kissing and marking any skin his lips can touch. Wrapping his lips around one of her nipples and toying with the other sends Rumi into a frenzy of whimpers. Once satisfied, Jinu moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, loving the noises his girl makes.
He continues his descent, placing kisses all over her toned abdomen, biting right at her navel. Before Rumi and whine out for him to stop teasing her, Jinu places a light kiss over her panties, making her gasp.
“My girl is sensitive, hm?”
He continues to place light kisses all over, loving the quiet gasps and moans Rumi lets out. Losing patience himself, he pulls at the waistband of her panties, making eye contact with her in silent permission. “Is this okay?”
Rumi nods before remembering what Jinu had said about using her words. “Yes, Jinu.”
He hums in approval, “good girl.”
He pulls her panties off, leaving Rumi open and exposed to the man between her legs. She gasps at the cold air hitting her aching cunt. She can feel his gaze on her, making shivers run down her spine.
“Jinu-”
I want you to watch while I make you feel good,” is all he says, watching as Rumi bites her lip in anticipation and need. “Want to see your pretty face while I ruin you.”
With that, Jinu brings his mouth down towards Rumi’s cunt, letting out a warm breath before gently swiping his tongue between her folds. He watches as Rumi tilts her head back, eyes closing as he continues to taste her. He moans, before pulling away, only to spank her thigh lightly. “I said eyes on me, Rumi. Do I need to punish you?”
Rumi cries out at the loss of pleasure, glassy eyes meeting her lover’s in a silent plea. Please don’t make me say it.
Jinu raises a single brow, patiently waiting for Rumi’s response. But it was rather hard to focus when his fingers were running slowly along her folds. She was trying too hard to give him a response without tripping over her own words, but all she could let out was a quiet “no.”
“No, what?”
She whimpers, pushing her hips up, hoping he understands her. Jinu simply eyes her, not giving in to her, even though it was oh so tempting. His hands travel up her body, lightly wrapping around her neck, not adding pressure but just staying there. Rumi gasps, looking up at Jinu with something between desire and shock.
“Are you going to continue to be a fucking brat, or are you actually going to answer me?”
Rumi moans, the tears that she had been holding finally running down her cheeks as she fumbles over her words. Jinu was eyeing her like she was his last meal, gold eyes burning through her. She felt nothing but everything all at the same time, making it hard for her to think.
“N-No… I’m good.. Jinu, please.”
Jinu chuckles at Rumi’s fucked out state, adding the smallest amount of pressure to her throat, only making his lover whimper louder. He doesn’t say anything, instead trailing his other hand down to her throbbing pussy, and pushing in two fingers without warning. Rumi all but wails, sound bouncing against the wall of her bedroom. She almost had a thought to be worried about Mira and Zoey being able to hear her. Almost.
Before she knows it, she's starting to babble nonsense, pleading for something, anything. Her back is arching, teetering between “I need more” and “It’s too much.” She was so close, her need for release getting stronger by the minute.
“Jinu I-I’m–”
Suddenly, the pressure was gone. She was empty, and he was pulling away.
Rumi downright sobs, body shaking in her orgasm, being taken away. “W-Why?”
“You don’t get to come till I say so, pretty. Now on all fours.”
Rumi shakily sits up, moving in a way that’s quite the opposite of who she was. She was known in the industry for being popstar royalty. She was beauty and grace in the eyes of the industry. In the eyes of the fans.
But to Jinu, she was a shaking, whimpering, beautiful mess.
Rumi doesn’t get a chance to think before Jinu is all over her again, pressing wet kisses across the nape of her neck and down her spine. She shivers unconsciously, gripping the sheets in need. Her knuckles were turning white, her arms were struggling to hold her up, yet she didn’t want him to stop. The desire that filled her veins was aflame, and she wasn’t ready to put them out yet.
When Jinu reaches to pull out a condom from her bedside table, Rumi is quick to stop him, earning her a confused look from her lover.
“No condom, wanna feel you.”
“But what–”
“I’m on the pill, now please Jinu, I can’t take it anymore.”
Jinu groans, looking at Rumi, absolutely desperate to be filled up. Fuck.
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
Rumi simply nods, not having the strength to respond as Jinu pushes his cock to her entrance. He lets it go, too overwhelmed by the sensation of her tight walls hugging his cock so perfectly. His hands didn’t know where to hold her, eventually settling with one on her waist while the other rested on her throat.
“F-Fuck Jinu. So… So b-big.” Rumi moans out; she’s barely able to hold herself together, Jinu’s hands on her being the only thing keeping her afloat. He’s a lot bigger than she remembered, stretching her walls in a way that makes her mind go blank. “Y-You can move, please Jinu.”
Jinu just groans in response, pulling out fully before pushing into Rumi with a forceful thrust. Rumi all but screams, his cock hitting all the right places within her. She feels him everywhere all at once, mind going blank as she gets lost in the pleasure.
“Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. All for me, yeah?”
Rumi doesn’t even hear him, body shaking, his large hand wrapped over her throat. She could barely think as his cock hit that spot so perfectly. The words got caught in her throat, his hand tightening around it, not helping her case.
A sharp tug on her hair pulls her out of her thoughts, the burning sensation making her moan loudly. “I asked you a question, princess.”
“Y-Yes, hng… please.”
“Yes, what?”
Rumi whimpers, nails scratching at her sheets as she continues to lose her words. Jinu was mean. How could he expect her to answer when every vein in her was on fire? She felt the fumes in her lungs as she tried to breathe, but was unsuccessful.
“Jinu I…I can’t–”
“Yes, you can, princess. Who do you belong to, hm?”
Jinu slows his hips, giving Rumi a chance to catch her breath and give him an actual answer. “Come on, pretty girl, I know you can do it.”
He barely catches the murmur coming from her, leaning down to tug gently at her ear before pressing wet kisses behind them, “Say that again, princess. I didn’t quite hear you.”
“I-I’m yours! Jinu, please, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Please make me come, I need it.”
Rumi was babbling nonsense at this point, the point of embarrassment long gone. She was one painstakingly slow stroke away from downright screaming out every plea she could think of. She was desperate.
Jinu apparently seemed to take mercy on her, tightening his grip on her throat, pulling out until it was only the head inside, only to push his hips into hers with all the power he could muster. Rumi wails, mind going white as she pushes her hips back to chase the pleasure. Tears are running down her cheeks, and her hair is probably all over the place. She’s a mess, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Jinu–ah… fuck– I’m close, please!”
Jinu leans down to kiss the tears on Rumi’s cheeks away. “Come for me, princess. I’ve got you.”
Her vision goes white, pleasure coursing through her veins in a way she never thought she would get to experience. Her body feels like it’s burning, arms are no longer able to hold her up. He fucks her through it, his pace getting sloppy as he chases his release. He’s soon to follow, and all she hears his a low curse and a groan before everything turns black.
-
She’s suddenly awoken to gentle kisses being placed all over her shoulder. Rumi blinks, trying to focus on what was in front of her. Her body ached, and she soon realized that she was in a new pair of pajamas, wrapped up and warm in her (new) sheets and Jinu’s arms.
“Wha-”
“There she is. You scared me; for a second, I thought you were dead!”
Rumi gasps, reaching out to pinch Jinu’s side, making him yelp in surprise. “Hey! What was that for?”
“A little too early for the death jokes, babe.”
Jinu shrugs in silent agreement before slowly beginning to stroke her back. “How are you feeling… it wasn’t too much, was it?”
Rumi smiles, letting herself push her face into his chest, placing a soft kiss on his sternum before murmuring, “It was perfect. Thank you.”
Jinu smiles back, pulling the blankets to cover them both more, kissing her forehead. “I’m glad. Get some sleep, pretty girl, we’ll deal with everything else tomorrow.”
Rumi simply hums, They had plenty of talking to do, if not more explaining to do, but all of that can wait for the next day when the sun is shining in the sky. All of that didn’t matter right now, as they were finally in each other's arms, holding each other close.
Let the past be the past ‘til it’s weightless.