The fan meet was loud, bright, buzzing with screams and flashing phones. You sat behind the polished table, smiling sweetly as the next fan approached with a signed album and flushed cheeks.

"Hi!" they squeaked. "Um, I love your skin. Like, you're glowing! What’s your skincare routine?"

You blinked.

Then blinked again.

Your smile twitched.

Mira, next to you, almost choked on her water. Zoey gave you the widest eyes known to mankind.

Jinu, seated beside you with his signature lazy smirk and K-pop-idol perfection, didn't even look up from doodling hearts on your photo card.

Your voice? Gone. Your brain? Empty. Your soul? Leaving the chat.

"Uhh…" you started, hand frozen mid-signature.

Jinu finally looked up.

He leaned over, slow and deliberate, lips brushing just behind your ear.

"Tell them it’s imported," he whispered, voice like smoke and sin. "Straight from the demon realm."

You jerked slightly, cheeks flushing a color no blush could achieve.

The fan blinked. "Wait, imported? From where?"

Zoey was losing it. Mira was gone. One of the staff members had to turn away, stifling laughter.

Jinu casually rested his chin on his hand, gazing at you like he was the devil himself watching his favorite sin squirm. His tongue clicked softly.

"You know what to say, jagi," he murmured with a grin only you knew the meaning behind.

You cleared your throat, somehow managed a stiff laugh, and said, "I... um, drink a lot of water. And… sleep well."

"That’s one way to put it," Jinu muttered under his breath.

You kicked him under the table. He grinned wider.