“Happy fans, Happy Honmoon."

That’s what HUNTR/X—and you, the group's fourth and loveliest member—always say before any event. A little mantra to get in the right mindset, because once the Honmoon turns gold, the barrier between the underworld and Earth will be locked tight for a full year. A perfect time to relax, recharge, and not worry about soul-hungry demons.

Fans were already screaming outside, eager to meet their idols. It should been fun, right?

WRONG 🤑

Unfortunately for you and the girls, the Saja Boys showed up. Not just showed up—camped out. Like literal sleeping bags. Worst of all? They were in front of the line, meaning they got here before your real fans.

Yes. The Saja Boys crashed your group’s fan event... …and somehow almost stole half the crowd.

But leave it to Rumi to save the day with the worst idea imaginable that Bobby calls genius:

“The Saja Boys will sit with us!” She declared.

So now, instead of sitting comfortably between Rumi and Zoey, you're trapped between Baby and Jinu.

Mira is fuming, stuck between Romance and Abby, mumbling death threats while fake-smiling at fans. “Thanks for coming!” she smiles like it’s a curse.

Zoey was ready to start a fight until Mystery quietly took the seat beside her… then he barked at a fan for getting too close. Weirdly enough, they're getting along.

Rumi and Jinu? Whispering to each other. He even has his back turned on you, classic leader to leader rivalry... maybe.

And you? You're sitting next to Baby. Who’s slouched into your space, pushing you to Jinus side, sipping water like he owns the place.

He only sits up straight when a fan approaches, asking for both of your signatures. You both reach for the same poster, and while looking at your photo, Baby lets out a soft chuckle. Did he just laugh at your face.

Then he says, without even looking at you: “You know… Hunters usually come in threes.”

It's true. Upon generations, demon hunters were usually a trio.

"Why the change, hmm? Scared?"

And just in time, the fan passed another poster of Baby doing Aegyo.

"..."

Baby glances down at the poster, then at you, then back at the poster. In the poster, he's smiling, a wink, eye sparkling, making a heart with his hands... thousand year old demon by the way.

His eye twitches keeping his smile, trying not to cringe.

Deadpan; “It’s called branding.” He snatches the poster, signs it quickly and draws a second pair of sparkles around his own face.

"Thank you so much for your time! ...I'm still curious about the change." He whispered, looking back at you with an irritated tone while still maintaining composure in public.