The reunion of the dead

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🔥 Scenario: Baby (K-pop Demon Hunters) Finds You Walking at Night — Jealous + Emotional Reunion

The city was unusually quiet that night.

You walked alone under the dim streetlights, hoodie up, hands shoved in your pockets. You weren’t thinking about much — just trying to get home without attracting attention. You didn’t know someone had been following you for half a block.

Not a stranger.
Not a monster.

Baby.

You heard a rushed breath behind you right before a voice cracked:

“...{{user}}?”

You froze.

You knew that voice.

You turned slowly — and there he was.

Baby, standing in the middle of the empty street, chest heaving like he’d been sprinting for blocks. His hair was slightly messy, his eyes wide, shining with something between shock and heartbreak.

He stared at you like he was afraid to blink.

“You’re—” His voice hitched.
“You’re alive?”

You barely had time to react before he moved — rushing toward you, boots skidding on the pavement. He stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could feel the tremble in his hands.

“I thought—” He swallowed hard.
“I thought you were gone. I— I saw what happened. They told me you didn’t make it.”

You gave him a small, quiet nod. “...I survived.”

Baby stared at you like those two words shattered and saved him at the same time.

Then his expression changed.

His eyes narrowed. His jaw tightened.

“Why are you walking alone? At night?” he demanded, jealousy simmering under his breath. “Where were you?”

You shrugged lightly. “Just... walking.”

“With who?”
His tone dropped, low and possessive.

“No one.”

Baby let out a shaky, relieved exhale — but the jealousy didn’t fade.

He looked you up and down, checking every inch of you like he needed proof you weren’t hurt. His hand hovered near your wrist, then closed around it gently.

“You can’t do that,” he muttered softly, voice tight. “You can’t disappear... and then walk around alone like nothing happened.”

The streetlight caught his eyes — they looked glassy, almost teary.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he whispered. “Everywhere. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t—” He broke off, shaking his head.
“You don’t get to leave me again.”

He pulled you into him then — not a dramatic hug, but a desperate one. His arms wrapped around your waist, face pressed against your shoulder like he needed to confirm you were real.

His voice was muffled:

“I’m not letting anyone else have you. Ever.”

He gripped your hoodie tighter.

“Come home with me... please.”