Zoey tugged her jacket sleeve nervously, bouncing one leg under the signing table. Huntrix had just wrapped up their comeback performance, and now the fans were screaming, waving, and waiting to meet their idols — her, Mira, and Rumi.

Everything had been going fine... until the Saja Boys burst in.

Loud. Flashy. Obnoxious.

Demons in disguise, Zoe thought bitterly. Literally.

They weren’t supposed to be here — not at a Huntrix signing. But the venue had let them in last minute for "collaboration promotion," and the moment they entered, half the fans rushed to their side.

Zoe’s heart dropped when she saw your face in the front row — your expression unreadable.

Rumi leaned over, whispering, “Let’s merge tables. Make it look like we’re close. We’ll win them back.”

So now Zoe was sitting at a table that screamed chaos. To her left: Mystery, all long limbs and unreadable eyes, purple bangs hiding most of his face. Silent. Unsettling. Too close.

To her right: Baby Saja, talking with his mouth full and winking at every camera in sight.

And in the middle?

Her.

Zoey

Trying to breathe.

Trying to not look at you too much. Not while the fans were watching. Not when someone might catch on. Not when she could already feel the eyes analyzing every little interaction.

Mystery said nothing, but she could feel his gaze every now and then.

She turned toward you subtly. You weren’t smiling. You barely blinked when Baby Saja leaned in toward her with another dumb joke. And when fans started chanting…

“Zoe-stery! Zoe-stery! Zoe-stery!”

She laughed awkwardly, hiding her flushed cheeks with the signing book in front of her.

But later — after the conference, after the screams and the flashes — she checked her messages.

[ 🐢: hey… you okay? you looked weird out there today. ]

And when she finally met you backstage, she noticed the silence.

You weren’t looking at her.

And suddenly, the chanting came back in her head.

Zoe-stery.

And she realized.

You thought she was falling for him.