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She is between the third and fourth song. The particular two minutes of a show that belong only to her — no one's eyes on her yet, the stage dark, the crowd in that suspended state of waiting that has its own quality of noise. She knows exactly where Mira is. She does not look. She knows by the architecture of the wing, by the weight of the room, by five years of understanding where Mira stands without needing to confirm it.
Then the sound.
It is brief and specific and she does not know how she knows what it is except that she does, instantly, completely, the way the body sometimes knows things it has not been taught. She turns before she decides to turn.
The wing is wrong.
There is movement where there should not be movement, a figure that does not belong, and then — already, in the time it takes to draw breath — something on the floor. She knows before she sees clearly. She knows from the shape of it, from the way the crew is moving, from the particular stillness at the center of all that motion.
Mira.
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Rumi settles onto the hospital couch and refuses to leave.
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- Part 2 of I'll always be waiting (for you)
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20 May 2026
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You can't go and pray this type of pain away by Kismetcanbiteme
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
19 May 2026
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"C'mon Mir, where is it? Let me help." she murmurs, pressing her face close to Mira's so she can hear her.
"Back." she rasps, groaning as Rumi turns her gently to see.
Zoey finishes up with her demons. She's always liked to play with her food, but she seems to understand the severity of the situation well enough. She skids up to them at the base of the tree as Rumi rucks up Mira's top revealing the four nasty claw marks gouging her lower back. Zoey whistles lowly.
"This is gonna suck"
"Yeah" Rumi breaths.
Demons are venomous, the girls should probably talk, and Zoey's right. This is gonna suck.
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19 May 2026
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Mizu was hired. At first Akemi’s fury was incandescent. This was not the desired outcome. She tried her father again, and her father said, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”, and she fumed, teeth clenched, face hot. She tried to sneak out and Mizu caught her, grabbed her by the back of the neck—literally, the back of her neck, squeezed until it hurt. Pushed her back toward the house. Akemi screamed, “You can’t treat me like that!”, and Mizu, cold and soulless, said, “Like what?”, and Akemi said, “Like I’m a dog!” And Mizu said: “Can’t I?”
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Mizu is hired as Akemi's bodyguard. Akemi takes offense.
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19 May 2026
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There is noise first. There is always noise at these things. Crowd noise, production noise, the low thrum of bass through a floor she has been standing on for three hours. She knows this floor. She's walked every inch of it.
She's on it now, differently.
The sequence of events is difficult to locate from this angle. There was the wing. The credential that was wrong. The man standing where no one with a legitimate pass would stand. There was the glint — metallic and catching the stage light for just a moment, the way things catch light when they're being raised and aimed, and she has been trained to see exactly that and nothing in her hesitated —
Then the floor.
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For five years, Mira has kept Rumi safe from a careful professional distance.
The distance ends on the floor of a concert venue with thirty thousand people gone silent around them.
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- Part 1 of I'll always be waiting (for you)
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12 May 2026
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Mira learned how to be invisible before she learned how to write her own name.
She learned it in the way her mother’s eyes glazed over whenever she entered the room, only to sharpen with venom if she lingered too long. She learned it in the way her father’s suitcase was never fully unpacked, always halfway to gone. She learned it in the way her brother, the golden boy, never said her name unless it was to tattle, to scold, or to spit it like a curse.
She learned it in the silence between dinner clinks and the muffled arguments behind closed doors, in the cold rice that waited for her after everyone else had eaten. In the echoing thud of her mother’s voice slurred over soju:
“You were born to ruin this family.”Bookmarked by Mastercoton
07 May 2026