Ryujin stretched her body, sweat dripping down her forehead. She looked at herself in the large mirror in front of her, it reflecting a modern styled gym. Men and women around her worked out, each doing different activities.

A muscular man walked up to Ryujin, veins protruding on his biceps. Ryujin couldn’t help but stare, not because she was attracted but it was hard not to admire a body like his.

The muscular man stood beside her, “you actually showed up.”

Ryujin smiled in between her stretches, “you miss two work out sessions and you’re labeled a ditcher.”

The muscular man flexed at himself in the mirror, admiring his own form. Ryujin watched intensely. The man noticed and winked at her, earning a slap to the stomach. The man winced.

”Built like Hercules but weak like a bug. Charming.”

The man rolled his eyes and turned to Ryujin, “you ready?”

”Kim Jongkook, I was born ready.” 

Jongkook smiled and let out a “woop.”

Meanwhile, Woozi ran through the hallway. He took a quick turn into his bedroom and slammed his door shut. He waited, staring at the door. Suddenly, the door flew open and in walked a red-skinned man. He smirked at Woozi before conjuring a fireball in his hand. 

“That’s not good.” Woozi said, taking a step back.

”Easier than I thought.” The red skinned man replied, his voice deep and rough.

The fireball shot at Woozi, who just barely dodged it. The ball of fire hit his bed, causing it to go up in flames. 

Woozi looked at his burning bed. He turned to the man, “that was a new bedding!” Woozi motioned his hands at the man, freezing him.

Woozi looked around and found a pair of scissors on his nightstand. He ran over and grabbed them. The freeze was starting to wear off. Woozi gripped the scissors tight, groaning at what he had to do. Then he did it, he plunged the scissors into the man’s forehead as hard as he could. He never knew how easy it was to stab someone.

The man suddenly disintegrated, the scissors falling to the floor, covered in black blood. Woozi fell to his knees, breathing in relief.

Yoongi came running in, his lighter in his hand. His forehead was covered in blood, a huge cut spilling blood visible just above his left eye. 

“Dead?”

Woozi nodded then rose. “This is getting old.”

”Very old.”

Woozi stared at the ashes then looked to Yoongi, “Why is it Ryujin is never here when we get attacked anymore?”

”She’s just that lucky,” Yoongi bent over and picked up the scissors. “Us on the other hand, have to sweep up demonic ashes.”

”I’ll get the broom.” Woozi said as he trudged away.

Back at the gym, Ryujin patted her forehead with her towel. Jongkook let out a chuckle then turned to her.

”Good work today. Same time next week?”

Ryujin nodded, still trying to catch her breath. Jongkook didn’t seem tired what so ever, even walking away with a confident stride.

Ryujin shrugged and made her way to the water fountain to refill her bottle. She couldn’t help but hear the voice in her head.

Need to refill. It’s already wearing off, Rexas was right. Damn demon.

The word demon caught Ryujin’s attention. She looked up to see who might be the one she is hearing, but nothing else came to her mind. She walked towards the locker rooms, and the voice struck again.

Two left. I need more. No one is here, right? Good. Okay, hold breath then breathe out once it is injected. Good. Oh yes, I love that feeling!

Ryujin’s jaw dropped as she finally recognized the voice. She knew she couldn’t enter the boys locker room, so all she could do was relay the information to Yoongi and Woozi. 

Ryujin left the gym, her mind constantly replaying Jongkook’s words. It was almost too coincidental that he knew a demon, she thought. 

Ryujin pulled into the driveway of her home and entered shortly after. The house smelt of burnt fabric. Woozi walked into the kitchen, holding a huge pile of burnt clothes in his arms. He glared at her before throwing them in the garbage. 

“What?”

”A monster attacked. Burnt my room.”

”Oh , are you okay?”

”Yeah, I stabbed him in the head. Where were you?”

”Gym.”

”Why are you never here when monsters attack at home?” 

Yoongi walked in, holding a dustpan full of ashes in his hand. “Ignore him, he is just salty right now.”

Ryujin set her belongings down, “Well be salty later. We have a situation, a demonic situation-“

Woozi put his hand up, “no.”

”What?”

”I’ve had my fair share of demonic attacks today, you haven’t even seen any type of threat in over three weeks. If anything, you can handle one lousy demon. Yoongi can even help you,” Woozi pointed at himself “I am going to go to work, for the first time in a week. Why a week? Oh because I spent a full week stuck in some demons belly while Yoongi here figured out how to get me out, without you. Good day.” Woozi his heels and sauntered out.

Ryujin scoffed “Is he for real?” Yoongi eyed her. Ryujin shrugged and grabbed Yoongi, “we don’t need him. Let’s go vanquish this demon.”

Yoongi slipped out of her grasp, “he’s right.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes, “Yoongi. I found a demon and someone who is unknowingly getting himself into trouble. I can’t do it on my own-“

”Woozi and I have for the last couple weeks. Just because your power is passive doesn’t mean you get special treatment. Maybe you should try to handle this on your own, try to empathize with us on how we are feeling for a change. Plus,” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck “you haven’t been training your power. You still can’t control it. Woozi and I are learning and growing pretty much daily now. You can’t even hear someone’s thoughts when you want to.”

Ryujin was caught off guard by the sudden attack, she had no response. She simply nodded, grabbed her belongings and went upstairs. Yoongi sighed and shook his head. 

Ryujin passed by Woozi’s room, grimacing at the state of it. As she entered her room, she couldn’t help but hear a faraway voice.

Feels so good to be strong.

Ryujin shook her head and sighed. She tried to tune out the voice, but it didn’t stop for a good hour.

Ryujin grabbed her phone and logged into social media. The first post was of Jongkook flexing in the locker room, she was about to scroll past it but noticed something off in the background. There was a man in the shadows, smiling. His eyes were pure white.

”And you must be Rexas.” Ryujin said. She looked up from her phone, thinking about something before jumping off her bed and throwing on a jacket and shoes.

Yoongi lounged on the couch, watching a show on the TV. He looked up at her, “where are you going?”

”To kill a demon. By myself.”