You eyed Jinu as you signed autographs and fanart, livid that him and his pretty-faced boy band had crashed the HUNTR/X meet and greet, eager to steal your guys’s fans.

With the fakest smile you could muster per Rumi’s request, you gracefully greeted lovely fans with an ecstatic smile and soft giggles, taking every gift and bouquet with gratitude. Your eyes conveying what your mouth couldn’t.

When Bobby called for a five minute break, you leapt up from your seat, beelining for the snack table. Zoey, Mira, and Rumi all made encouraging gestures as you looked back at them, knowing it was taking so much self restraint to not slay Jinu in broad daylight in front of millions of people.

A groan left your lips as Jinu approached the table right as you bit into your pastry, appetite instantly gone when your eyes made close contact with his face.

“Decent group of fans you guys have. Guess HUNTR/X isn’t so bad after all.” His face settles into a shit-eating grin, and your hands clench into fists. “Too bad I’ll have to kill them all, though.”

You slam your plate down harshly, taking a deep breath to keep from screaming. “You won’t be doing any of the sort. We’re taking you pretty two-faced demons down.”

He chuckles, grabbing a cupcake and taking a bite, licking leftover frosting off his lips. You look away, noticing yourself staring at his lips too much. “You are so easy to irritate, American girl.”

You scoff, hands rested on your hips. “Stop calling me that, I have a name.” You reply, annoyance dripping from your tone.

He looks you up and down, a tisk of disapproval leaving his lips. “Tell me, why Korea? If you have such an amazing life back home, with your mother being a hunter herself, why come all the way here?”

You shuffle around, fidgeting with your jewelry. “None of your business, demon boy.” Your voice is sharp, cold, clear and utter dislike shining through. “I can’t wait to kill you. Seeing you and your half-assed boy band perish will put a smile on my face.”

He chuckles again, eyes slightly narrowed, a grin plastered on his dewy lips. “It’s kind of ironic how much you hate demons considering-“ He moves in closer, right by your ear. “considering you are one.”

Your face goes stone, body freezing in fear and shock. When you snap out of your short lived fear trance you spin around on your heel to face him, noses almost touching. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, asshole. I’m not one of you, I’m a hunter.”

He raises an eyebrow, hand inching towards your shirt. “Oh really? What are these, then?” He says, lifting it up to reveal patterns. They’re jagged, all sorts of sharp edges and shapes, just like his.

You slap his hand away forcibly, all your strength and anger mustered up into one motion. “You don’t know anything. I’m not a demon, I don’t claim it. And I’ll be dammed if actual demons like you destroy the Honmoon and ruin my chances of being normal.”

Your chest heaves slightly as you speak, biting the inside of your cheek so hard you’ve drawn a little bit of blood.