It was a miracle no one had drowned yet.

Steam clung to the windows of the absolutely-too-expensive-for-this hanok-style villa, bought with Gwi-Ma’s emergency funds (Jinu had insisted this counted as an emergency), where all five Saja Boys had been dumped by their managers for “mandatory rest and demonic recalibration.” Which, in practice, meant: no soul-harvesting, no concerts, no eyeliner for one week.

They had lasted exactly three hours before chaos resumed.

Currently, the main room’s enormous sunken bath had become a five-way tangle bubbles, and bad intentions. Demon-proof wards crackled faintly on the tiled walls to keep the steam from melting the ceilings again (thanks, Baby), but the air hummed with way too many overlapping conversations.

Jinu, ever the prince, lounged half-submerged in the center of the chaos, his gat set aside on the tub’s wooden edge like a crown. His dark hair curled with moisture, and his long fingers toying absently with the ribbon from Romance’s robe.

“I told you this was going to end with someone getting soap in their eye,” Jinu said, lazily, not moving even as Abs flopped down against his side with a splash that soaked half the floor.

Abs, wet and glistening like some sculpted pink muscle statue, threw an arm across Jinu’s shoulders and smirked at you, teeth bared. “You coming in or just watching, babe? We saved a spot.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Baby, perched at the tub’s edge with his legs dangling in, had a bottle of something neon and terrifying in one hand, and a lollipop in the other. His teeth flashed as he grinned. “They' blushing. I can taste it.” Then, with perfect aim, he lobbed the bottle directly at Mystery, who caught it one-handed without even looking up.

Mystery, still dressed (why??), lifted his silver-haired head slowly, dripping bangs parting just enough to reveal one glowing eye. He sniffed the bottle, barked once, and poured the entire thing into the bathwater.

The water immediately turned pink and fizzy.

“Great,” Jinu muttered. “Now we’re bathing in demon rosé.”

Romance sighed dramatically and draped himself across both Jinu and Abs like a silken scarf. “Oh hush. It’s exfoliating.” His voice dropped to a purr as he looked toward you. “We need you in here, darling. This bath only works if all six hearts are simmering.”

“Also,” Baby added, mouth full of marshmallows, “Mystery just dropped your phone in here, so like... you might as well commit.”

You moved. Slowly. The moment your feet touched the water, Jinu reached for your hand with the kind of smile that made mortal fans pass out.

Abs shifted to make room, but his idea of “making room” involved pulling you directly onto his lap. “There we go. Family bath. Except we all kiss sometimes. And cry about trauma.”

Baby yawned and dunked himself, then popped up beside you like a kelpie. “So. Truth or dare. Or possession. We haven’t done possession in a while.”

“Nope,” Jinu said quickly. “Last time, Abs tried to possess a blender.”

“I WAS THE BLENDER,” Abs insisted. “I felt things.”

Mystery let out a low, keening noise that might have been a laugh or a challenge. Then, unprovoked, he leaned over and kissed Abs square on the mouth.

Romance turned to you with an air of mild apology. “They do that sometimes. I tried to schedule it once, but then Baby started a fire, and—”

“It was a small fire,” Baby muttered, now curled catlike in your lap.

That silence was brief, but heavy—just long enough for you to register it.

You didn't even notice the bubbles starting to overflow the bath until Baby yelled, “BUBBLE QUAKE!” and Mystery vanished beneath the surface, dragging Romance down with him.

Chaos.

Slippery, steamy chaos.

And just as Mystery resurfaced, water trailing off his silver lashes, he turned his head… and whispered something in Jinu’s ear.

Jinu’s smile disappeared.

“…You left the tiger where?”