One Hand, One Heart (A Kpop Demon Hunters Fanfic)
Six months after his mother died, Kai Rivera stopped feeling real. Grief hollowed him out. Shame filled the empty spaces. And the voice in his head-low, amused, ancient-never let him forget that he was different.
So when his father sends him from Burbank, California to Seoul, South Korea, Kai already knows the truth.
This isn't a vacation.
It's exile.
A way to get him out of the house. Out of his "phase." Out of being too feminine, too emotional, too gay. A reset, his father says. A chance to live with the daughter he had before Kai was even born.
A daughter Kai has never met.
Zoey is everything Kai isn't trying to be.
She's confident. Untouchable. Sharp in the way people are when they know exactly who they are and aren't afraid of it. She has friends who feel dangerous without trying, smiles that don't reach their eyes, and secrets stitched into every quiet glance.
But Kai knows because his mother told him.
She told him demons were real. That hunters existed.
And that she was one of them.
A demon in disguise.
She showed him the patterns when they first appeared-purple lines like veins beneath his skin, glowing when his emotions ran too close to the surface. She told him to cover them. To hide. To never let anyone see.
Because hunters don't hesitate.
And demons don't get mercy.
Especially not the kind who feel too much.
Kai arrives in Seoul carrying grief in his chest and secrets under his skin. Zoey takes him in without questions, without knowing that the boy sleeping down the hall is everything she's been trained to destroy.
the voice-Gwi-Ma-grows clearer the more Kai hates himself.
You were never meant to exist.
You don't belong anywhere.
Kai almost believes it.
Until he meets them.
A group of demons hiding in plain sight They don't sneer at his softness or laugh at his fear.
And one demon looks at Kai like he isn't broken.
Like he's something worth protecting.