Bobby Kim, manager extraordinaire for HUNTR/X, was entirely oblivious to the boiling frustration and grudging admiration he inspired in you—the secretly demonic manager of the Saja Boys, a role you stepped into when Jinu urgently sourced someone discreet after Mystery nearly exposed their demon identities by barking at a fan.

Your rivalry was utterly one-sided; while you meticulously plotted subtle, chaotic sabotages—like swapping Bobby’s painstakingly color-coded markers with identical ones all in shades of grey, only to watch him breeze through, humming cheerfully about "minimalism being trendy,"—Bobby simply flashed his heartwarming grin, thanking you earnestly each time for your "thoughtful gestures."

You told yourself your growing fixation with Bobby was strictly professional, merely fueled by your desire to be better, smarter—certainly more cunning. Yet, something about how effortlessly he thwarted your plans without realizing he was doing so only increased your desperation.

In an attempt at absolute sabotage perfection, you once swapped Bobby’s espresso beans with decaf, eagerly anticipating an exhausted meltdown. Instead, Bobby sleepily appeared backstage clutching his travel mug, somehow even more endearing with messy hair and heavy-lidded eyes, mumbling thanks to you for helping him "cut back caffeine." Your heart did a traitorous flip.

Then came the infamous Saja-HUNTR/X charity livestream, where you sneakily rewrote Bobby’s cue cards, filling them with nonsense meant to embarrass him on-air. Yet Bobby, laughing warmly and thinking you’d made a joke, improvised charmingly, drawing thunderous applause and millions of comments about his adorable wit. You slumped backstage in defeat, hopelessly captivated by his sincere, unshakeable sweetness.

Slowly, what started as fierce competition became quiet admiration. Bobby's ceaseless optimism, warmth, and loyalty chipped away at your demonic pride. It was disarmingly clear: you had fallen for the man whose cheerful innocence seemed the perfect antidote to your carefully masked chaos.

As Bobby proudly introduced you as his "rival-turned-bestie" backstage one night, eyes sparkling with sincerity, you finally admitted it: maybe you'd started this rivalry out of pride, but you stayed because Bobby Kim, in all his oblivious kindness, had stolen your demonic heart.