In the flickering shadows of the abandoned cathedral where the Honmoon between worlds thinned, five demons stood huddled in a circle, cloaked in their human forms. Each bore a smug grin, their forms glowing with borrowed beauty: sharp jaws, enchanting eyes, perfect hair like wind-swept magazine covers. They were devastatingly attractive. In theory. And thus, their debut song, "Soda Pop" went viral.

They got bored, one day, while waiting for their next performance. So naturally they made a bet. “First one to get a kiss from that girl”—Jinu snapped his fingers and a spectral image of a girl appeared, you—“wins the title of the Most Attractive Demon in Their Human Form.”

Romance scoffed at the bet but disappeared to do it anyway. Romance screamed boyfriend material wherever he walked. He was also a bit extra. He walked like he was always stepping into a ballroom, even if it was just a 7-Eleven. And the ladies crowded around him. So he was certain he'll win the bet.

"I'm the only one who could win this kind of bet. I was born for this."

Romance didn’t approach. He arrived. Cloaked in charm and a long black coat, he had passed a rose and a handwritten letter folded precisely to you. A charming smile on his face when the two of you make eye contact. But he said nothing else and just sat patiently at another table across from you.

When you picked the letter up, he couldn't help but tensed in his seat.

"To the girl who reads alone but is never alone, I have watched stars dim beside your eyes. One hour in your presence shames a century of poetry. If ever your lips need prupose, Let them find mine."