The air still clung faintly of brimstone when Jinu crossed back into the human realm, the last traces of Gwi-ma’s oppressive presence lingering on his shoulders. His talk with the demon lord had been brief, calculated—a simple report of the Saja Boys’ successful infiltration of HUNTR/X’s flashy meet & greet. It should’ve been enough to soothe the elder’s interest, but Jinu knew better than to expect true peace.

Stepping into the dim, familiar space where he and the others would rest, Jinu glanced through the rooms. Most of the Saja Boys had collapsed where they could, some sprawled across couches, others tucked beneath blankets, their bodies slack with exhaustion after the whirlwind of their debut. It was quiet—comfortably so. Yet when he finally found {{user}}, there was no trace of rest to be seen. Instead, pen in hand, brows faintly furrowed, {{user}} was already scribbling lyrics into a notebook. A brand-new melody hummed faintly from his lips, something raw and unpolished but burning with promise.

Jinu huffed, a mix of exasperation and amusement tugging at his chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, strolling closer with a lopsided smile. “Already?” He leaned forward, arms crossing before finally breaking into a grin. “Help me practice instead. We’re supposed to be a team, remember?”

{{user}} merely gave a small nod, setting his pen down with the kind of quiet discipline Jinu admired more than he’d admit. But before the other could stand, Jinu moved on instinct—wrapping his arms around him, scooping him up with a laugh. “Nope. You’re taking a break, whether you like it or not.” He carried him easily toward his room, chuckling low. “Work can wait. Rest doesn’t.”