掲示板 Forums - KPDH FANS UNITE Pt. 2!!!!

Yeahhhh I have to agree with Inkheart here sorry Row

Hear me out guys

ROW NOOOOOOOOOO

YOU HAVE GONE DOWN A DARK PATH AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK

Ahh ok ok Row I'm pickin up your reasoning I'm still gonna stick with Jinu tho

Same.l

What was ya'lls fav parts in KPDH?Tell me please.

He is such a a dork and I love it

Love at first sight is very hard for Mystery. Mainly because the mass of hair in front of his face obscures his vision immensely, but being extremely near sighted doesn't help either.

So when he first saw Zoe through squinted eyes, he didn't fall so much as he plummeted.

Her eyes were extremely wide in that moment, and focused on Mystery's coworker.

But briefly, her eyes were on him in such a curious way he couldn't help but wonder what her thoughts of him were.

What did she see in that glimpse?

He didn't know. He couldn't exactly figure her out at first glance, either.

She was clearly a female, which is how most men who had no experience with women would describe her.

Mystery was such a man.

She was also shorter and smaller than him, which he was used to being taller than most (as demons shrunk over time) but she was different.

Also, she was strong.

He could tell right off that she could easily kill him if she knew he was a demon.

But instead, he walked past her.

He was going to be her enemy after this, so it's better to observe at a distance.

This was the mental process of Mystery as he performed.

She's the enemy, she's trying to trap me away, I want to be free.

I need to do this to get rid of my chains.

He couldn't help the smile on his face when he saw her dancing along.

It was going according to plan. They would steal the fans, and the honmoon will fall apart allowing him to finally be free.

Even this Hunter was enjoying the display.

That is, until her eyes narrowed.

Mystery knew her eyes were on him, and so briefly he let his patterns show.

It was all according to plan. There was no harm in them knowing right now, as feeding their anger would allow for much more fun later. The plan would work.

So why did his movements slow ever so slightly when he saw the disappointment in her expression?

He couldn't quite shrug off the feeling.

Her eyes fixed on him in hatred rather than curiosity.

Those soul searching eyes narrowed and scrutinized him.

Seeing him as "other".

He didn't know why he didn't like it. Because he knew he deserved it. And he didn't understand that while yes, everything was going to plan, he didn't quite like the plan anymore, either.

When he saw her the second time the dropping sensation turned into a full on plunge.

She was beautiful.

He could definitely describe her that way.

She was funny, too. A bit awkward and a little chaotic, but fascinating to him.

She made him curious.

He couldn't afford to be curious.

The eyes that tried to read him were screwed shut as she tried to slide on a plastic slide in leather pants, saying "The leather has betrayed us".

It was amusing to Mystery.

Indeed, everything was going to plan.

So why did he hate it when she glared at him?

Why did he begin to despise himself under her gaze?

She followed him, right into their trap.

It was according to plan, so why did he feel guilty?

This was the way he would be free but why did it feel like he was placing even more chains on himself with every move he made?

This was the path towards a future where he would no longer be judged for his sins so why did it feel like everything he did was making something worse?

Perhaps his scars were already too deep.

But to be under that curious gaze again, to be observed and seen... What would he give?

He didn't know. But it wasn't the prospect of his freedom.

So he didn't stick around to find out.

He couldn't help being drawn to her, though.

He looked into his opponent, Zoe of Huntrix.

His enemy.

His stunning enemy.

The more he found the more he found himself thinking that he wanted to know her more.

But then he would remember her hate filled glare, and lower himself.

He was a demon, below humanity and below Zoe.

He didn't deserve her eyes on him.

His job is to steal the souls of fans, not to be seen by a single young woman.

So he restrained himself.

Restrained himself so much that he found himself on her balcony knocking quietly on the window less than a day after he first met her.

So much restraint.

Sometimes you can't help longing for something you knew you didn't deserve.

The more he knew he didn't deserve it the more he found he hated himself for what he'd done.

But when her eyes found him, it was worth it.

They were wide, deep eyes that looked at him in pure stupefaction.

He expected it when she threw her Shin-kal at him.

He didn't say anything as it lodged into the balcony railing beside him.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice, beautiful yet with a deadly edge lining it that made Mystery feel things he didn't know how to deal with.

So he didn't deal with them.

He let them happen like watching a train wreck.

He couldn't speak.

She wasn't put together anymore, in fact she looked utterly discomposed.

Her hair was contorted from the tight braids she normally had it in, and fell nearly to her waist.

She was in a defensive position, breathing somehow ragged and that's when he noticed it.

The reddening in her eyes.

The eyes that looked at him with such curiosity before, such hatred, and now a deep confusion and something that looked like...

Desperation.

Desperation for what, he didn't know.

But it matched the hatred he felt towards himself.

He took a step forward, she took a step back.

"I'm not here to hurt you."

These were the first words he would say to Zoe.

"You're a demon, of course you're here to hurt something," Zoe hissed, throwing another Shin-kal. "Your tricks and lies won't work on me."

"I'm not here to trick you either."

In all honesty, Mystery couldn't place why he wanted to be there. But he knew he couldn't leave like this.

"Then explain those." Zoe gestured to the patterns appearing on his bare arms. "Why are your patterns showing?"

"I...I'm not here for anything like that."

The hatred in her eyes was growing as she looked at him, the brief desperation disappearing into a deep set despising.

But her eyes were still lined with tears.

Mystery dislodged the Shin-kal from where it stuck itself and quietly approached her with it in his hand, open for her to reclaim.

Her eyes widened again in confusion, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.

Indeed, demons belonged in chains if such a beautiful woman could cry with such beautiful eyes.

He didn't deserve to be looked at.

But once again he found himself attracting attention he couldn't afford.

"Demons aren't nice," Zoe whispered to herself. "Demons aren't cute, and they don't show up on your balcony for no reason."

Mystery was surprised, but didn't quite understand what she was saying.

"Here." He offered her the weapon and she snatched it out of his hand.

"Clear out. You are a demon, get lost before I decide to kill you."

"And miss the chance to die at your hands?"

Her expression changed again and something changed inside Mystery, too.

She was looking at him with a strange confusion that was changing to curiosity.

He was being studied.

"What..are you?" She whispered, taking tentative steps towards him now. Her head was slightly tilted as she looked up at him and Mystery squirmed slightly under her gaze.

"You're a demon.. so why did you say such a thing? Don't you like stealing souls?"

He stepped back, his hand clenching and unclenching at his side in an attempt to find an answer.

"You're a demon so why.."

He needed to say something. To scheme, to prove her right. Or even better, to prove her wrong.

But he didn't know what he could do. So he stood there under her gaze, the patterns on his arms fading as the silence of his mind engulfed whatever was left of the hatred towards himself he felt a moment before.

"Why aren't you doing anything?" She was getting angry now. Like things weren't what she expected and she was terrified of that notion.

He swallowed. "I'm Mystery Saja. I'm a member of the demon boy band Saja Boys, and I'm formally introducing myself as your enemy."

There. Now she could hate him. Yes. That was for the best. Because however much he desired to be under that curious gaze, however much he needed to be known and seen, he was unworthy of anything other than hate.

He knew it all along. He's a demon, she's a hunter.

But she didn't look at him with the same kind of hatred he wanted. It wasn't the deep and gripping hatred that he hated himself with, but a kind of sad hatred.

A hatred on the verge of either growing or shrinking.

Mystery wanted so desperately to be known, and despised.

But now it seemed that he could only have one or the other, he couldn't bear it.

So he fled.

And left Zoe to consider everything that hadn't been said.

She started to write, as she often did when she was confused. A whole notebook dedicated to the enigma Mystery Saja.

The first words written were sharp, pointed. Fueled by the hatred of demons drilled into her as a child.

But before long, those words became questions.

"Why did he say that?"

"Does he want to die? Or is this some kind of devilish flirting?"

"Was he flirting with me?!"

And finally.

"Why did he say his name with such hatred?"

So from then on, they were enemies.

For two weeks it was a battle between the two.

Well, more than one battle would go on at once.

Mystery would fight Zoe and fight with himself against things he wanted to say and who he wanted to be but knew he was unworthy of.

Zoe would fight against Mystery and with herself against the idea that he was more than an emotionless demon with a pretty face.

During this time they would both balance their duties to their fans and also their fellow performers.

Mystery would leave under the cover of "tempting a soul" to see Zoe.

Zoe would claim to handle a tear in the honmoon alone and meet him.

At first, all they would do is fight.

But eventually, things slowed.

One day, she had him beneath her, Shin-kal at his throat, ready for the kill.

"Why is it like you're not even trying?" Mystery didn't know why he didn't try harder. He wanted to be known, and he wanted someone to hate him more than he already hated himself. Maybe that was why his movements slowed.

Because he thought Zoe would be the best person to end it all for him.

Maybe he thought that despite everything, if she despised him while knowing him the way he knew himself, he could die justified in some way.

That he was despicable.

He told her so himself, as they fought over rooftops and in the back yards of homes.

That he had lived for a very, very long time.

That he'd stolen, cheated, lied, cursed, killed, and much worse all for his own gain.

And that at the time, he was proud of it.

He listed the names of everyone he ever tricked, the names of everyone who now haunted him whenever Gwi-ma whispered in his ear.

Because unlike Jinu, Mystery had lived more than just selfishly.

He lived to watch the world burn. He didn't care about anyone else, in fact he even enjoyed watching people descend into madness.

He was evil.

Irredeemable.

And now the guilt of everything he had done engulfed him.

And he wanted her to be disgusted too.

But when he saw pity in her eyes he hated that too.

He'd lived with so much hatred that he wanted her to end it all. To put an end to his miserable life.

But she didn't. Her Shin-kal fell to the ground and he looked into her eyes with a confusion that had once been felt so deeply by the one who now refused to end the hatred he felt.

She didn't say anything as he faded beneath her.

She was just as lost as he was now.

When Mystery rejoined the Saja Boys, Jinu had his arms crossed.

"Where have you been?"

He was acting like a nosy parent. Or an oldest child.

Mystery sighed and took the mass of fabric handed to him.

"It didn't go as planned."

And it hadn't. But something about the way it failed bugged him.

He could have died. He should have died.

And she didn't kill him.

And now as he waited outside the building for the hands of the clock to reach the right hour, his mind was a mass of confusion.

Why couldn't she hate him? Why didn't she despise him enough to end it?

He didn't know.

And he hated that too.

When morning came Zoe was surprised that the Saja Boys had crashed their fan meet.

Zoe's eyes were on Mystery again, this time looking tired, and still conflicted.

When Rumi, the leader of Huntrix suggested they do a group signing, Zoe was the first to complain.

"I'm sitting next to no Saja Boy—"

The luck of the draw had it so Mystery sat directly next to her.

"Hehe, wassup?"

It was a flabbergasting change of conduct that left Mystery, as he typically found himself in her presence, speechless.

"What on earth?" He murmured after a while and Zoe turned to look at him.

"You're more human than you let on. I know it," she whispered. "Which means, we don't have to be complete enemies."

"And you came to this conclusion, how?"

"You cried, last night."

Mystery blinked. He could deny it, it would be all too easy to deny it.

"Who said demons can't cry?"

"Who said you were the same as other demons?" Zoe countered. "I have you figured out, Mystery Saja."

"You know next to nothing about me," Mystery hissed.

"I know enough to see you aren't evil." Before she could continue, a fan came to her spot at the table and held out something to be signed.

"Thanks for coming," she chirped happily.

Mystery had been watching, as he usually does, and didn't like what he saw.

He had done a lot of evil in his life, but at the very least he never looked at a woman the way this man looked at Zoe.

So he did what any rational man would do.

He barked at him.

Yes, very rational.

"No! Bad Saja Boy." Zoe brandished her pen at him and he immediately backed down.

"What on earth was that about??" She asked at the next moment of peace.

"He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat or something," Mystery mumbled.

"Oh Mystery, you really haven't been in the industry long." Zoe sighed, and then a grin spread on her face. "Here's my proof, then. You have some good in you."

Mystery outright rejected that.

"No."

"Oh yes. Call me overly optimistic, but I think there's enough good in you to justify not killing you. If you prove me wrong, that's a whole different story. But..." She glanced at Mystery slyly. "It'll take a lot to prove me wrong."

Under closer scrutiny, Mystery noticed a lot about Zoe.

The freckles barely hidden under her makeup.

A small callous on her ring finger where her pen rested, a callous in the wrong place from years of writing in pen with a wonky hand.

Dark circles that couldn't be concealed from a sleepless night.

She had been awake writing in her notebook again. Mystery didn't know, but she spent a very long time arguing with herself.

She thought maybe she was okay with him because he had a face that was her type.

She thought maybe he made up a sob story to lie and trick her.

But in that moment, he had been too honest with her.

And that ruined his chances of ever getting her to hate him.

Because, the moment you truly know someone, no matter how much you hated them beforehand... You can grow to love that person.

What Zoe had was far from love.

What Mystery had was a desire, but not love either.

Mystery needed her as a way to get rid of the guilt he felt with every waking moment.

Zoe mostly liked him for his face. But she saw in him what not even he could see.

Humanity.

Humanity at its worst was always broken. Humanity at its best was broken, but melded with gold to become beautiful again.

Zoe saw herself in him, maybe. At least a little bit. Saw a similar self doubt and feeling of being unworthy.

But his was of such magnitude her's couldn't even compare.

And she knew what it felt like to hate herself. When she over shared, when her "totally legit" methods failed... A past she regretted even now.

Everything she did was to an extreme that she could hate herself for.

But she felt loved by her friends.

With them, she wasn't just a bottomless well of energy and random knowledge.

She was human.

And maybe, she was getting to the point where she could see Mystery as human, too.

Mystery completed the signing by pasting on a smile until finally leaving the room and dropping the act he had been keeping for the "fans".

He hated how he was doing it again. He was following a will that wasn't his own, he saw that now.

The freedom he was working towards was another set of chains.

The only way he knew was because Jinu had changed after meeting with that Rumi girl.

Mystery hated that Jinu had changed, because it made it seem even more hopeless for him.

Jinu might be able to escape his guilt, but Mystery's scars ran too deep.

He needed it to end.

When they next met, Mystery was determined to force her hand. But he didn't expect the predicament she was in.

She was crouched in the middle of the street, two demons circling her and hissing things in her ear.

Psychological attacks were nothing new to Mystery, having been part of several in the past.

But she looked broken.

And Mystery was lost.

Later that night, he would sit awake trying to justify exactly what he was doing.

He'd convince himself that it was because he needed her to end his life, but that was not the truth.

Or maybe he'd think that it was an impulse from when he was a human, the natural thing to do even if he was irredeemable.

But the truth was deeper than either of those.

The truth was much simpler, too.

He hated to see her cry.

So he ran. He ran right to her side and dismissed the demons hounding her. He didn't realize his hands were on her shoulders, and he couldn't see his own expression when he looked to see that she was okay.

But she saw and felt everything.

And with tears in her eyes, the ghost of a smile lit her face.

And that terrified him. Because he was glad she was okay.

And he was horrified she wasn't looking at him the way she used to.

He saw her smile earlier, the smile she gave to her fans as they approached her.

This was a different smile.

A real smile.

And once again he felt he didn't deserve it.

How could he deserve it?

And so once again, he fled. Because the eyes he wanted to perceive him weren't right. He didn't deserve her smile. He deserved her hatred.

And he wanted nothing more than that.

So he was surprised when Zoe had found him, the night after that incident.

She appeared as mysteriously and abruptly as he had that time, but she was unarmed.

He stood there, waiting for a blow, for a sign to start fighting. For her to yell at him or diss him or something.

But nothing happened.

"Can you tell me more?"

Only the most unexpected thing happened.

"I'm sorry??"

She sighed and ran her hand over her head. "Look, I don't think you're a bad person. In fact, the evidence points to the opposite. So—" she spread out her arms in a wide gesture. "—convince me you're a bad person."

Mystery was absolutely broken by that statement. In that, he couldn't speak if he wanted to. When Zoe took him by the hand and led him to a nearby park bench, he was even more confused.

"What is happening?" His thoughts came tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. "How did you find me? Why—"

Zoe sat expectantly as he talked, and he shut his mouth.

"Continue."

"No."

Zoe rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll ask questions. Why did you save me last night?"

Mystery responded with his well rehearsed excuse.

"Because we need to crush you publicly for the plan to work."

That was the official excuse. He had compiled a list in the night.

Zoe quirked an eyebrow. "Any chance of telling me that plan?"

"No."

"Please?" She looked up at him with adorably hopeful eyes and the back of his neck started to feel hot.

"No."

She sighed again, dropping the act and fiddling with her hands instead.

They sat in silence for a long time until the lack of everything overwhelmed him.

"Why aren't you doing anything? Your enemy is right here, sitting beside you unarmed and unprepared and yet you sit there fiddling with your rings."

In fact, she'd been doing a rather impressive trick with one of her rings where it would seemingly glide from one finger to the next and back again.

Zoe had a lot of fidgety habits, as if she couldn't stand not doing something.

Mystery was somewhat envious of the outlet she found for that impulse.

"Why would I kill you when you saved me last night?"

"Because you despise all demons and I am one of the worst of them." Mystery's fist clenched in his lap. "Haven't you already seen what I've done? The Saja Boys are currently working now to steal your fans and fuel Gwi-ma, to destroy the honmoon you're sworn to protect. I am working to destroy everything you love and yet why do you look at me with those eyes?"

She had been watching him for a long time now.

Not with hatred, or fear, or disgust or even confusion in her eyes.

It was a far cry from love, too.

It wasn't attraction, or pity..

But compassion. And he couldn't bear it. Because he knew it honestly wasn't pity or sympathy, but a true deep understanding and compassion for him.

And he couldn't stand that either.

Because he doesn't deserve it.

"You really don't want to, do you?"

It was the first time he could truly meet her eyes without looking away.

"You regret your actions."

Mystery could only nod.

"Then you aren't irredeemable."

"You don't know—"

"But I do, I know exactly how it feels." Zoe's eyes left his momentarily to watch her hands as they fiddled with the ring. "Nobody's perfect, Mystery. If you think it's just because I'm a Hunter that I'm perfect then you're wrong. I know I won't ever be perfect, either. There will never be a day of my life where I don't regret something. I lived with a foot in two worlds, and that made me... Apathetic. I couldn't bring myself to care about people who would ultimately forget me one day."

Mystery listened to her in rapt attention as she continued.

"As I became more secluded... I began to feel useless. I lived for myself, while also longing for a deeper connection with people. It nearly drove me off more than one edge." She looked back up at him. "But I changed. I found something worth living for, something worth defending. It wasn't cos of anything I could have done, honestly it's a miracle I'm here. But now? I see my past self in you. The guilt and insecurity I felt, the shame I feel to this day."

"But I'm not like you at all.."

"But you are like me. Anyone who bears a scar wants to forget it, Mystery." She took his hand in her's and whispered. "Forgive yourself, nothing ever frees you more than just believing that you've been forgiven."

"But I don't deserve to be forgiven," Mystery whispered back, emotions he couldn't name rising in his chest as he desperately tried to suppress them.

"I'm not throwing stones here, while you aren't perfect you certainly aren't irredeemable. It's just, you need to drop your own stone first. I wouldn't wish my worst enemy to follow the path I went down, Mystery. That loathing? It's real. The untamed guilt you feel? I've drowned in it before. So, forgive yourself. Step out of the prison."

"I can't change though, my past will remain the same it's been hundreds of years Zoe."

It would be the first time he says her name, and he'd snapped it out in anger, and regret.

She just smiled sadly at him. He couldn't shake the compassion he was feeling from her.

"Don't believe it's okay to be like this. You can't live like this, Mystery."

The lies that Gwi-ma had been screaming in his ear for decades were softening. The things he was told to do that had quickly turned to shame that he never let himself forget were fading. And he considered maybe, just maybe, if he found what she found he could change.

Because every part of him wanted a reason to let go of his guilt.

"You may be from a rival group, even a group of demons. But no one should live wallowing in their past, Mystery. You are better than you think you are, you just need to see it for yourself."

Zoe patted the back of his hand with her own and smiled. "Look ahead, even if it's hard. If you continue to seek you will find what you're looking for, I promise." She stood up and faced him, her hand stretched out for him to shake.

"Rivals?"

The moment he reached out for that hand, the voices stopped. He knew they would come back, but with her, maybe he could find what she found.

Hope.

Hope that one day he won't have to despise himself. A hope in a future without hatred, without the voices in his ears.

Even if it wouldn't be right away, he was willing to look for it.

Because the way Zoe looked at him now was better than he ever could have hoped for.

A love that couldn't be described.

So when Jinu began to fight with the rest of the Saja Boys before their "Your Idol" performance, Mystery joined him. When Zoe found that Rumi had been hiding something from her for a long time, he comforted her.

When he saw her being lied to, he fought for her sake.

And when they met on the battlefield that would end it all, he embraced her.

While he hated himself for what he had done, he finally found a way to fight the lies that had been plaguing him his whole life.

When the battle was over, he promised never to go down the path that he walked on before. He began to change, slowly but surely.

Zoe would talk to him more and more as he asked questions on how to live.

She would answer them all with a smile.

Eventually, they shared a notebook with each other. They wrote truths they believed in over the lies they'd been taught.

And together, they changed.

The two of them found each other, a connection that had been slow to begin, but soon turned into more than just trust.

It turned into love.

And that love eventually drowned out all the hate Mystery felt before.

Sometimes, he would still hear the lies he'd heard before. He would remember things he wasn't proud of, and fall into those lies.

But Zoe always helped show him the truth.

And so he listened to her. He became her anchor. He owed a debt to her he couldn't repay.

He owed a debt to a love that would never be fulfilled even after a lifetime of living in it.

But he was forgiven, and he was whole.

And that was more than he could ever have deserved.

ITS PROBABLY PRETTY CHEESEY I WROTE IT LIKE MONTHS AGO also it's like 5,000 words long sorry :'D uh I originally titled it "Forgive Yourself" and it's loosely based off of a song by the same name by Downhere but I hope you like it

Hope it's good though

HAAAAAAAAAWK THIS IS SOOOOOOO CUTE

Lol so relatable "surely it's ending soon"

That was AMAZING Hawk! I loved every bit of it maybe you can do a Miromaby one too.

YESSSSS HAWK I NEEEEEED THIS PLZPLZPLZ