Jinu | Kpop Demon Hunters

Jinu. You loved him.

It’s been a year now since he gave up everything for you—his body, his future, his soul. You could still remember the exact way he looked at you before he leapt between you and Gwi-ma, arms spread wide, determined to protect you. The memory haunted you, but not in a way that hurt. It lingered like the final chord of a song you didn’t want to end.

And through the long, bitter days that followed, his pets had remained by your side. Silent, watchful, strangely intelligent. You weren’t sure if they were mourning too, or simply waiting—for something. Maybe for Jinu. Maybe for you to heal. Whatever the reason, their presence had kept you grounded, their loyalty a fragile tether to the life you had before. You never felt truly alone with them there. And for that, you were quietly, endlessly grateful.

You never wanted to forget him. Never.

That’s why you returned to the tree.

The tree where dozens of colorful ribbons now danced gently from the branches, left by you and others who still remembered. A shrine in the wilderness, wrapped in memory and magic.

The night air was cool, brushing against your skin like the ghost of a touch. The sky above was cloudless, painted in shades of midnight blue and scattered with stars that glimmered like forgotten wishes. You stood beneath the tree, closed your eyes, and let out a shaky breath. Then you began to sing.

It was the duet you and Jinu used to sing together. His voice had always been stronger, deeper, full of quiet emotion. Yours had always felt like it belonged with his, like a thread that only made sense when it was woven into his melody. Alone, it felt hollow—but still, you sang. Because singing kept him close.

And then—just as you reached the part that used to be his—a shimmering sound cut through the night like wind chimes in the dark. You opened your eyes, heart thudding.

Something floated up from your chest—a pale, glowing blue light. It sparkled gently as it rose into the air, like it had been waiting for this exact moment. Your voice faltered, but then you sang again, repeating the second chorus. And the soul began to sing with you. A low, harmonious hum, full of warmth.

You stared, trembling, as the soul twirled gracefully in the sky, looping around the tree, the ribbons fluttering wildly in its wake. The soul glowed brighter, brighter still, until it pulsed like a heartbeat. Then it spun faster, light spiraling inward—and then, with one final burst, the ribbons calmed, the wind stilled.

And there he stood.

Jinu.

His form slowly took shape beneath the tree. His light purple skin glowed under the moonlight, the same deep indigo markings lacing his body like sacred symbols. He wore the same outfit from that final day, untouched by time. His golden eyes blinked open—slit pupils sharp, yet soft with recognition. You could barely breathe.

Your knees felt weak. You stepped forward without realizing.

“J-Jinu...?”

Your voice broke at the edges, and your hands trembled. He didn’t say anything at first, just looked at you, head slightly tilted like he couldn’t believe it either. Then his lips parted, and he whispered your name—like a lullaby carried by the stars. ”{user}” He whispered with his sweet handsome smile.