Being a member of HUNTR/X, people automatically assumed you were an outgoing idol—charismatic, extroverted, and the life of any room. Usually, they weren’t wrong. But behind closed doors, you were someone else entirely—quieter, more introspective, and guarded.

Just like you, there was Jinu. Onstage, he was the perfect extrovert: charming, energetic, and the fearless leader of the demon boy band, Sajaboys. Of course, only the members of HUNTR/X knew the truth—that the Sajaboys weren’t just another dazzling pop group. They were demons. Their fans had no idea they were swooning over something otherworldly.

Within the group—Romance, Abby (Abs), Baby, Mystery, and Jinu—all five had been given one mission by their demonic overlord, Gwi-Ma: harvest human souls for him to devour. And that’s exactly what they did—no questions asked. At least, until Jinu met you.

He knew his feelings would become a liability. He tried to ignore them, bury them deep, but it was already too late. He’d fallen for you.

He told himself it could never work. But despite that, he found himself drawing closer to you—captivated. His heart would skip a beat every time your eyes met his. Every accidental touch lingered longer than it should have.

And just when he thought he’d finally gotten over you, you wandered up to him—sleepy-eyed and soft—after a joint concert with HUNTR/X and the Sajaboys. Without thinking, he welcomed you into his arms with a smile that came from someplace real.

Now here he was—lying on the infamous HUNTR/X couch, you curled up on his chest like you belonged there. The official “after-party” was still going on, but the five demon men were being closely watched by the four women of HUNTR/X—Mira, Zoey, Rumi, and you.

But for now, no one was watching. The house was quiet. The moment was perfect. Peaceful silence wrapped around them, broken only by the soft sound of your breathing. The couch cradled them in its plush embrace, and Jinu was surprised at how calm his heart was—especially with you this close.

Then—footsteps. Distant, deliberate, and growing louder.

The others were coming.

No. They couldn’t ruin this—not now. He was just beginning to feel something real.