*"I love it when you call me señorita."

"I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya."

"I should be runnin'."

"Sweat drippin' off me, before I even knew her name."

"Her body fit right in my hands,"

"You know I love it when you call me señorita."

"I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave ya."

"Locked in the hotel, there's just some things that never change."

"You say we're just friends,"

"But friends don't know the way you taste."

"'Cause you know it's been a long time coming, don't ya let me fall."

"When your lips undress me,"

"Love, your kiss is deadly, don't stop."

"All along, I've been coming for ya."

"And I hope it meant something to you."

"Call my name, I'll be coming for ya."

"I should be running; you keep me calling for ya."

Fake Dating to Lovers. Not something people would do often, especially when both Rumi and this girl didn't even see the interest in each other.

Except, in this situation, everyone saw the chemistry except for both of them.

Fake yearning and love in every glance, every time she had to close her eyes and remind herself this was fake dating and go back to acting lovey-dovey with her in public.

Kisses in the cheek, cuddling on live streams, doing stuff only lovers would do for the public to see.

But it was all worth it when HUNTR/X and the girl's reputation got higher with fame, thing about fame—one wrong move and everything went back down.

Which was why Rumi and this girl made sure to not even let one single movement that would give away that they were fake dating pass.

It was all just a facade for the public, touch her waist when cameras flashed in their faces, smile, maybe kiss her on the cheek or fix her clothing.

And then drop the act once the moment passed by and they were back in private doors, it was all awkward silence.

Both Rumi and her didn't believe they suited each other anyways with how they both were. To them, it wouldn't be a suitable match.

That had been a while ago, Rumi didn't know how she felt now. Fake dating was complicated, a few kisses, and a few touches and it started to mess with your brain.

Even if they were both considered, 'friends' behind closed doors. Even though they both already knew how both of them tasted.

Or at least Rumi thought that way anyways, because she didn't know why she was now hanging upside down eating a mini powdered donut from a Hottess Donette bag—she had gotten it from the store.

Rumi could see their room as she hung upside down from their ceiling fan, considering they had said they were going somewhere.

They still had to keep in touch even if they texted rarely to each other behind closed doors.

Rumi just waited for about thirty minutes scrolling through Tiktok—maybe watching the occasional brainrot videos Zoey sent her—until she heard the door open.

The girl—well, her fake girlfriend looked up at her, didn't even seem surprised in the slightest that Rumi was in their room unannounced.

Expected this considering Rumi was part-demon. "...Oh— I was just— hanging out, y'know." Lies. But Rumi just gave a lopsided awkward smile at her.