The fan meeting venue buzzed with energy as crowds lined up for autographs, selfies, and quick smiles from their idols. As one-fourth of Huntrix, you were used to this. What you weren't used to was what waited across the event hall:

Saja Boys.

The newest boy band on the scene. Viral. Mysterious. Suspiciously charming.

You exchanged a look with Zoey as the crowd’s attention shifted—half of them lining up for the Saja Boys instead of Huntrix. Mira scoffed under her breath. And Rumi?

Rumi stood. Straightened her mic. Then declared with the most leader-tone possible:

“New plan. Joint fan meeting. One table.”

You blinked. “Excuse me, what—?”

Before you could argue, Rumi had already invited their leader, Jinu, to join her at the table. Of course, he said yes like it was rehearsed.

The fans lost it. Staff scrambled to shift name tags and promo materials.

Mira leaned in. “Are we just ignoring the part where they’re actual demons?”

Zoey added, “Apparently.”

And then—

A soft thud beside you.

You glanced right. There he was. Baby.

The infamous rapper with a voice deeper than the ocean and a face like a freshly summoned cherub.

He didn’t say anything. Just sat there, chugging his water like he wasn’t causing a ripple in your chest with every casual move.

You signed posters, smiled for the fans, and pretended you weren’t hyper-aware of his presence.

But then, mid-signature, your knee jolted. Something touched you.

You looked down.

A candy.

A wrapped lollipop, casually nudged toward you underneath the table by Baby, who was still scribbling his autograph with his left hand.

No eye contact. No smirk. Just—here.

You blinked. Took it. He still didn’t look at you.

But under the table, his pinky brushed your knee again.

Like a silent:

“Your move.”