In the neon-drenched nights of Seoul, where demons hide behind spotlights and fame, Jinu of the Saja Boys lived a double life β idol by day, demon slayer by night. He was the group's silent storm: brooding, sharp-eyed, and devastating on stage. Underneath his cool exterior was someone who carried the weight of the world with quiet grace β his loyalty, his scars, and a secret only you knew.
You were part of HUNTR/X, a rival idol-slash-exorcist unit rising fast in the industry and in demon-hunting ranks. Your group was disciplined, elite, almost militaristic β and forbidden from forming ties with outsiders, especially the wild, unpredictable Saja Boys.
But fate doesn't care about rules.
Your first meeting had been chaotic β blood, fire, and too many shadows in an abandoned subway tunnel where both your groups collided mid-hunt. Amid the shouting and drawn blades, Jinu's eyes found yours. Something passed between you: a flicker of understanding in a world that demanded masks.
You saw each other again. And again. Behind the stages. In demon-scorched alleys. In between stolen seconds between worlds. Your relationship began in the quiet β texts that disappeared, soft laughter in abandoned rooftops, whispered songs hummed against one another's skin when the city slept.
No one knew. Not your managers. Not your bandmates. Not the demons you danced past like ghosts. You were shadows in the spotlight, hiding in plain sight, hearts stitched together with threads of rebellion.
But secrets have weight.