"All I see you, you, you."

"How could you ever leave me without a chance to try?"

"How can I be sorry if I don't know the crime?"

"I should be mad 'cause you never told me why,"

"Still, I can't seem to say goodbye."

"When I try to fall back, I fall back to you."

"When I talk to my friends, I talk about you."

"When the Hennessy's strong, all I see is you, you, you."

"No, I haven't moved on but trust me I tried."

"If I give you a call, don't hang up the line."

"I'm good at overthinking,"

"But I haven't even got this far."

"Got me 'round your fingertip."

"Should be fed up with your bullshit."

"But everything about you, no, I can't resist."

"I should be mad that you never told me why."

"When the jealousy's strong, all I see is you, is you, is you."

"I see your face in every stranger, everywhere I go."

"I hear your voice in every conversation, every word you spoke."

"Nearly blocked you on my phone about a thousand times."

"When the Hennessy's strong, all I see is you, you, you, oh you."

Fame was something people wished for. Being a kpop idol that the whole world adored was something everyone would wish for.

Until they saw the dark and ugly side of it almost everyone ignored.

Dancing on stage on tour nonstop until your legs begged to break, until your body wanted to collapse.

Getting used to smile automatically when cameras flashed in your face, to know what to say when interviewers shoved their microphones in your face rudely.

And started getting used to how different the human world was to the demon realm.

Especially when the Saja Boy's manager was literally an eternal flame that yelled at every single demon just because he had a stick up his ass.

Mystery had learned to master the look of composure, the way to seduce poor souls to his hands so Gwi'ma could feast on them.

And maybe bark at other people—

It was the same routine, dance until his body almost broke, and maybe get some rest if he got lucky, steal more souls, piss off HUNTR/X with the others.

Until— he met someone.

He had remembered how it went. Remembered being in the streets with Romance, catching their eye and then remembered his breath hitching.

Remembered his suddenly good romance advice flying out his head. But Mystery had mustered the courage to go up to them.

He had said some smooth lines, and then getting their number. But it never went further than being friends.

Mystery didn't remember what he did, but his arms were empty. No more drinking coffee with them, no more getting scolded because he chewed something again.

No more them.

Mystery had spent his time chewing real food instead of stupid stuff like hoodies, or other shit. Didn't even do his iconic bark anymore.

After some contemplation with his thoughts, he ended up... well, making Romance stalk their Instagram account.

Mystery decided to go visit them, which he did. A bit of teleportation and he was on their balcony; he watched them like some dog.

Waiting for them to come outside, then texted a small—'I'm out your house, come here right now—'. No hesitation.

Mystery heard footsteps and then cleared his throat, so they'd look up at him. "...Hey." Mystery kept his voice low and got down from the rooftop. No other explanation.