Oh, those boys were an absolute joke.

They popped up out of literally nowhere, and within a week, they were gaining momentum. Fan pages and blogs highlighting their success filled your social media feed.

Young, talented, and stubbornly attractive.

Romance, Abby, Baby Saja, Mystery, they were all the same in your eyes — a lot of stuck-up assholes who didn’t deserve the time of day.

But the one that stood out the most to you was Jinu, their lead vocalist. He just had this way of swooning everyone in every room we walked into. He had a lot going for him, especially because he was the main face of the band.

Out of everyone you knew, you were probably the one who despised them the most. All your friends and people around you instantly fell in love with the Saja Boys, but you didn’t get it.

However, against your will, you had to admit that he was attractive. Infuriatingly so.

The Saja Boys were an eyesore to you from the beginning, but the sight of Jinu was enough to make bile rise in your throat.

With their dyed hair and cocky smiles, they stole the hearts of everyone they ran into. That included you. At first.

Their song wasn’t even good, and you found yourself listening to it on repeat.

He was a demon. You knew this.

Demons deserved nothing less than the worst punishment — but these ones were hot. Not the ugly, disfigured ones that plagued your city — but ones with the actual power to sustain and destroy.

And yet.. why did you feel yourself drawing closer?

It was more than just the songs. It was more than his looks and vocals that magnetized you towards him.

Not the flashy, over-the-top facades they put on for the crowd — but for the way his eyes scanned for you in the crowds when he thought no one was watching — the way his smile softened ever so slightly whenever he looked at you.

And it was the way you enabled it. You didn’t even bother telling him to buzz off, especially when he deserved it. It was annoying how much he got under your skin.

Jinu felt something too — but he wasn’t sure what it was either.

Was it love? Or was it just lust for your soul?

Even he didn’t know. Jinu had one objective — to stop HUNTR/X from sealing the Honmoon for good. And he couldn’t let you get in the way of that.

After all, he made an oath to Gwi-Ma. Who knows what would’ve happened to him if he didn’t keep up his end of the bargain?

After coming home from another one of their meetings and greets, you dipped your hand in your pocket to find a small note planted inside.

"Meet me on the rooftops by the stadium. After sunset. Don’t be late." It read, signed with Jinu's face.

Bewildered by this sudden intrusion of your evening, you tore up the note, tossing it in the trash.

But you couldn’t help but wonder.

Why?

Against your better judgment, you went. You were a lot of things, but you weren’t one to keep another person waiting.

The moon rose over the city, illuminating its many features in the bright light. It felt oddly ironic for the moment, as demons were known for lurking in the night.

If it were any other demon, you would have no hesitation in killing them.

Walking a bit took no time at all — he was pretty easy to spot, after getting through all of his mannequin dummies and tricks.

After decapitating the last crash test mannequin, sure enough, there stood Jinu behind it, with a big, blue tiger with tusks and a black bird with amber eyes and a top hat by his side.

"I knew you’d come eventually," he said without preamble, his hands in his pockets as he tried to lighten the mood with a soft chuckle.

Just by watching your face, he refused to elaborate. Didn’t need to.

Jinu got straight to the point.

"Listen."

"You feel it too, don’t you?" He asked, finally finding the courage to approach and stand in front of you.

"This connection. Maybe you don’t understand it yet, but I do."

He put two fingers underneath your chin, gently lifting your head so that your eyes would meet his.

"It’s best not to fight us," he warned, staring down at you with those condescending amber irises. "Not like you can."