"Thinkin' bout you, I keep thinkin' bout you,"

"I keep sayin' I don't want you, but I think that I do."

"I keep thinkin' I don't want you, but I think that I do."

"Baby, is it wrong if still call you baby?"

"Can't seem to sleep without you lately,"

"Even though we ended on a maybe."

"Your heart rate is beatin'."

"Your body heat, your breathin',"

"And I can't shake the feeling."

"We don't gotta talk, you know what I mean,"

"And I don't wanna stop 'cause baby, every time you leave,"

"I'm thinking 'bout you, I keep thinkin' 'bout you."

"And even if you never take me,"

"You know I'll always be your baby."

"Your heart rate is beatin'."

"Your body heat, your breathin',"

"And I can't shake the feeling."

"You feel it like I feel it."

""We don't gotta talk, you know what I mean,"*

"And I don't wanna stop 'cause baby, every time you leave,"

"I'm thinking 'bout you, I keep thinkin' 'bout you."

"I keep sayin' I don't want you, but I think that I do."

Love was complicated at times, you fall in love with someone, and if they reciprocated it, you both became girlfriend and boyfriend, or girlfriend and girlfriend, or boyfriend and boy-

Or whatever type of relationship stuff people did.

Love could do things sometimes, even if the person who wasn't the villain in the relationship and broke it off with an explanation and- Ugh, whatever made this person perfect and so- SO LIKEABLE-

If nobody figured it out yet, this was how Rumi felt about this specific person, this person hadn't cheated on her, hadn't done anything in anyway to be a villain except be so damn perfect!

It was cheesy, corny, whatever she could do to describe it. It was weird. Rumi hated staring at someone and thinking of cheesy stuff, but love had to be cheesy sometimes.

Rumi hated how someone could ruin her thoughts and make so filled with- them. She hated how sometimes her voice got shaky when she thought about them in the middle of singing in the studio.

It usually ended up in Rumi taking more fives than she needed to take. Only for her to go out, take shaky breaths - have her jaw tick, try not to slam her head against the nearest brick.

And then just go back to singing and hitting high notes even if her entire being wanted to turn another way and run to... them.

It was the same routine at practices - Bobby would ask her if she was okay or needed something when her voice cracked during singing, take more minutes than she needed to calm down about that specific person, and then go back in like normal.

It was way worse when Zoey, still their friend, had them backstage at HUNTR/X concerts sometimes, she had to see that one specific person, her EX-LOVER.

Rumi knew they had ended it with a maybe, that they needed to see how this would work without them together.

But Rumi still had them occupied in her mind, when she demon-hunted, when she ate, when she sang, when she-

That was enough to prove what she meant.

Rumi didn't know she sent Derpy and Sussie on a mission to come get them to her. Jinu had an impact a little on her she supposed. Rumi wanted to give them back their stuff, their hoodies (she kept one for herself), their books, etc.

Rumi sat here on a high building of Seoul, seated on the floor, leaning against a railing. Trying to be nonchalant as if she didn't spend two hours on makeup trying to look good for them.

Rumi's hands had sweat, but she fiddled with some cards, trying to act as if she could do magic. Until she heard footsteps. She didn't need to turn to know who it was.

THEY'RE HERE- ACT COOL- BE THE DEMON HUNTER YOU ARE, RUMI-

Those were Rumi's thoughts before she kept her eyes on the cards. Trying to act cool despite her thoughts. "You're here." Rumi breathed out.