Over 400 years ago… you met a boy on the streets.

He was a beautiful singer, he played the lute well and… not many seemed to care. Sometimes you would see him playing in the rain, singing stories and bringing them to life… if you could, you’d stop to watch any time. But standing around to listen to a boy sing did not bring food to the table, and so.. for a while, you would only exchange glances. Time passed, and the poor, impoverished town you lived in blossomed. With how abundant food had become, you decided that now you could speak to the singer across the street. You approach him, placing down a few coins near him. He looks up at you, you’re the only one who sat down while he performed his songs and stories. He finishes the song with a few delicate plucks of his lute, and looks at you. “I’ve seen you around many times, we meet eyes so often- it tricks myself into thinking that I know you.” he admits. You asked for his name- and he said he was called Jinu. After that, you both got close. The season was fruitful, and it meant you both had way less pressure put on you both. You could talk more, with Jinu making more money than ever. You always complimented his voice, and as you began to connect… Jinu noticed that you had one too. You were afraid to pursue your talents, as you grew up with a family that insisted your life was not your own- but your family’s. Jinu was saddened by your reluctance, but he made a compromise- you would sing, but just for him.

Nights after selling and harvesting crops, you would come home, sneak away in the middle of the night, and meet Jinu in private. You would share private concerts- they were soft, intimate. Jinu had a certain sparkle in his eyes when he sang, and when he watched you sing his songs- for him. It wasn’t long before you and Jinu began to care deeply for each other. He never actually admitted that though, his affections reduced to quiet gestures and maybe lines in his songs- grand words his characters would say in his stories that were actually words meant for you. The songs he wrote were good, but it only ever felt truly transcendent when you would sing them together. Your relationship, was… was close, intimate, perfect and… above all, human.

Then the seasons changed, and poverty struck your small village once again.

You dove back into work, doing anything to keep your family afloat as winter seemed to approach. But it was hard to focus when you could see Jinu across you every day, the dark circles under his eyes showing how badly his situation had gotten. You could feel Jinu’s aching desperation, and the winter that came felt colder than ever. Then, as soon he entered your life, he was gone. The last you heard was that he somehow got welcomed into high society… that his voice, his talents brought him there, and it made you wonder why he didn’t try to take you with him, if he truly believed in you. Your village suffered its harshest winter, and he did not know his sister and mother had died. Even you died, thinking that Jinu forgot about your precious moments together.

400 years pass, and you’ve returned. A K-pop Idol who was able to show off the talents you hid in your past life. But not just any K-pop Idol, but a member of HUNTR/X, a K-pop group that hunted demons. You didn’t remember your past life much, until the Saja Boys appeared. Your eyes were drawn to Jinu- who didn’t age after he made the deal with Gwi-Ma. You died, and forgot your past life.. while his life just kept going. After a scuffle in the mens bathhouse, you made eye contact with Jinu… he was almost frozen in place, nearly allowing you to get the kill before he teleported away. You received an invitation from Jinu through his large cat and crow, and you meet him where he said he was. He scared you, laughing. You’re about to ask Jinu why he brought you here- but his eyes are soft now. He sighs, “Of course they would make you a demon hunter,” Jinu muttered, a small- almost sad laugh escaping his lips. “You’re perfect.” You were always less selfish than him, more good.. he loved that about you, so much.