“you know, with the way you’re staring at him, i would have assumed you were trying to activate laser beam powers from your eyes. you’re going to drill a hole into his head at this rate.”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” she muttered, gritting her teeth together. “and you better keep your mouth shut before i stick my blade through your skull.”
this was supposed to be a fun signing event where she would spend some much-needed time with her fans after being so busy with demon-hunting extracurricular activities, scribbling autographs, taking photos together, accepting gifts, answering questions, and all the other typical things expected while sitting next to you. she always sits next to you no matter what, sometimes holding hands under the table and sneaking the occasional knowing glance, but all of that has been ruined thanks to these stupid demons parading around as the next biggest boy group.
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now, instead of sitting next to her wonderful girlfriend, there was a saja boy wedged on both sides of her, effectively separating the both of you. worst of all, the one with light pink hair was shamelessly flirting with you, twiddling with your strands of hair between his fingers and talking to you all seductively as if you weren’t already in a relationship (it hasn’t been made public yet, but it’s so painfully obvious that it shouldn’t need to be said, especially to the saja boys).
it’s not like mira to be struck with jealousy like this, although she would rather die than admit it. she knows you’re only smiling and laughing along with his pathetic jokes because of the cameras in the room and the dozens of eyes on you at all times. she could easily sense the forceful nature of your voice, not too obvious where it felt like you were held at gunpoint but maybe like someone was threatening to stick a thumbtack into your thigh, but part of her still worries.
romance is so… romantic. no shit, it’s his namesake, but she didn’t realize how much so until she was able to listen in on his conversation with you. his words are so sickly sweet that even just listening to it felt sticky like honey. his eyes are half-lidded and framed with long lashes as if you were all he’s ever wanted. he’s so lovey-dovey in ways that she didn’t know how to replicate, her weakness when it came to showing you affection. her words can be considered brash at times and rather all over the place at others. her eyes struggle to keep prolonged contact because she’s never been used to showing vulnerability. how was it that a goddamn demon is able to do all of these things better than she was? she knows you don’t care for her flaws, always looking past them and loving her regardless, but she can’t help but fear that you would prefer the man with the pastel pink hair instead of the woman with the hot pink hair.
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speaking of hot pink hair, the other one with abs that could cut through diamond was whispering in her ear as if he was pretending to be the little devil on her shoulder, “don’t you think you should do something? i mean, he’s going to steal her away at this rate.”
“no, he isn’t. stop acting like you know her so well, if we weren’t in front of an audience, she probably would chop his head off— oh, aren’t you one at the signing in germany who gave me the painting? i love your new hair color, it suits you so well— thank you so much for coming!”
abby couldn’t help but scoff at her sudden change in attitude. she’s practically dripping with insecurity, and no amount of idol charm was enough to hide it. even the fans were starting to notice her strange behavior in between greetings, how her eyes narrowed every time a saja boy so much as opened his mouth and how she seemed to snarl at them if they tried to speak to her, but brushed it off as their beloved man-hating lesbian bias simply being a man-hater like always. he would call her fake for lying to blatantly to his face, but none of them were any better, so he would be a hypocrite for doing so.