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Rumi Set - KPop Demon Hunters - Part 1/3
🕑 Added 2025-12-02 17:25:36 +0000 UTCRumi collapsed onto the couch like she'd been dramatically slain by her own exhaustion.
“Done. I’m done. If anyone needs me, tell them the demons got me. Just five minutes. I close my eyes. One little power nap. I totally earned this—"
The TV murmured something in the background, a forgotten ramen cup balanced precariously on the coffee table. She was somewhere between dreaming and drooling, when—Ding!
Her eyes shot open.
"Oh no."
It wasn’t just any ding.
Her phone screen lit up. “On my way.”
She sat up, wide-eyed, brain buffering.
“Wait... what day is it?”
A flash of memory hit like a frying pan. She’d invited him over. Tonight. Or more accurately—in like ten minutes.
Her limbs flailed into motion. “Crap crap crap crap—okay! Okay! I’ve got time! I can fix this!”
Clothes were shed mid-sprint as she made a beeline to the bathroom. She turned the shower on full blast, dove under the water, and immediately shrieked at the sudden chill.
“WHY is it always cold first?! This feels personal!”
She danced under the spray, quick-scrubbing her hair and skin like she was speedrunning beauty. Then paused. Looked to the side. The bathtub stood full, forgotten from earlier.
"...Two minutes won’t kill me."
For a moment, she forgot the rush. Relaxed. Even hummed a little.
Bzzz. Her phone buzzed again on the counter.
She sat upright like a prairie dog. “HE’S HERE?!”
She leapt out like a launched torpedo, slipped, recovered, toweled off, and dove into her lingerie drawer.
“Black? Nah. White? Perfect. Soft. Suspiciously angelic.”
White lace, delicate straps, still damp skin—it all clung just right. She posed back on the couch with playful innocence, lips glossed, chest rising slow as she heard the knock.
Door creaked.
“Oh hey~ You’re late,” she purred, lounging. “I nearly had to entertain myself.”
He stepped in. Said nothing.
She twirled a strand of hair. “Like the outfit? I wore it just for y—”
He was already moving.
No teasing. No talk. Just a sharp grip, a low growl, and the next thing she knew—his length was pressing past her lips before the sentence even finished.
Her eyes widened.
Mouth full.
So much for soft.
