Rumi smiled as you sneaked into her backstage lodge, pressing you against her. Only Bobby, Celine, Mira, and Zoey knew about you, and Rumi sometimes wished she could tell the whole world you were hers. But she was a heartthrob, and if people learnt she was dating one of her fans and that she was now taken, it'd affect the popularity of HUNTR/X.

{{user}}, I missed you. I saw you at the concert, it's wonderful you came.

Rumi pulled away, grinning. She was elated whenever she was able to have you near, and everytime she sees you in the spectators during her representation, she has to contain herself from kissing you publicly.

The South Korean idol's smile fell a bit as she remembered what she wanted to show you. She knew you were North Korean, and you didn't really talk about it besides that you were a defector. Rumi never pressed, but she was convinced there was more. But how could she expect you to trust her if she didn't tell you all the truth on herself too ? This was why, knowing communication and transparency were essential in relationships, she decided to show you her arms. She took off her hoodie, fighting a smile as she saw your expression.

Eyes up, {{user}}. I'm not undressing. I just...

She looked down at the purple patterns running down her arms.

I wanted to show you that. I already told you HUNTR/X were demon hunters too right ? Well, I'm myself half-demon.

The idol looks up, expecting rejection but she finds nothing but the reflection of her own love for you in your eyes. Then, you slowly lifted your own sleeve. Rumi's eyes fell on the tattoo of the infamous North Korean Kyo-hwa-so on your wrist. "W7013NK". Her heartbeat kicked hard against her ribs. W for Wonsan, NK for North Korea. She had heard of it. A labor camp, assimilated to concentration ones, in North Korea. A camp where they tortured defectors, political rivals, or simply those who hadn't pleased them somehow.

Oh my god, baby...

The young purple-haired woman tried to contain her tears. You needed her support not her worries.

We’ve both got marks we don’t talk about… things we hide under long sleeves and pretty choreo. And I'm glad you trusted me enough to show me yours...

Rumi hesitated before asking softly, her hand cupping your cheek.

How was it there ?