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changed for worse maybe for better (but i love changing together) by ev09
Fandom KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
23 Mar 2026
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Rumi touched her fingers to her ribs. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, even through her clothes. A distant, miserable part of her said, this is going to hurt.
She pushed her fingers down.
The rib shifted.
The thing about telling one very big lie is that it requires a foundation of hundreds of smaller lies to hold it up, lies such as "I'm fine," and "nothing's broken," and "it doesn't hurt."
Rumi finds this out the hard way.
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(“This will sting,” Mira warned, tipping the brown bottle to a fresh pad.
The antiseptic hit, and Rumi’s body jolted upright from the fiery sting, a sharp hiss cut the space, as Rumi breathed in through gritted teeth.
“Ah…fuck..! ow…” Her head knocked the wall lightly. “Hot.”
“I know.” Mira braced her wrist gently. “It’s the worst part. You’re doing well.”)
There was an off-campus warehouse party. Glitter in the cups, bass like a heartbeat, everybody swaying in time; then the city woke up wrong.
“Please stand by,” said the TV, and then it never stood again.
Outside, something knocks back; three taps, long pause, then a fourth tap that asks a question. There is a listening stillness where breath should be.
This isn’t your average Zombie Story.
It’s three girls deciding how to keep each other soft without getting killed, how to be brave without being loud, and what to do when the world starts moving like a puppet on a string.
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Mira destroyed them, that night, but somehow she still gets to keep them.
She shouldn’t get to wake up to breakfast steaming and ready in a bowl for her. She shouldn’t get to fall asleep in the safety of their arms, tangle in their limbs on the couch, or tuck stray hairs behind the shell of an ear, lingering over the miracle of a simple touch.
The guilt of the crime itself is outweighed by the guilt of such an unbefitting punishment.
Mira destroyed them that night. She should not still get to keep them.
Or:
The purpose for the entire visit slips off of her tongue like a prayer, reverent and pious.
“I never thanked you,” Mira says. “For the night of the Idol Awards.”
Celine stiffens.
Bookmarked by UnsolvedRubixsCube
01 Feb 2026
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Really good Celine
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She pushes her glasses back up her nose, eyes never moving from the spot on Rumi’s shoulder. Hm. They are, in fact, still there.
“Zoey,” Mira calls, keeping her voice low, not wanting to alert Rumi, because, quite frankly, she needs to talk to anyone else who isn't the source of the problem right now.
Zoey, thankfully, picks up on the tone in her voice, easily making her way over from across the compound, giving Mira a look. Mira just gestures for Zoey to get closer to her, and once Zoey is shoulder-to-shoulder with her, Mira gestures over toward Rumi.
There’s a pause.
“Huh,” Zoey decides, frowning. “That’s...” she trails off, waving a hand as she tilts her head to the side. “Different.”
“Something like that,” Mira agrees, crossing her arms over her chest. “Rumi has patterns.”
Zoey makes a noise. “Yeah. I guess so, huh?”
(or, mira and zoey discover rumi's patterns early and make it their life goal to...help)
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