✰ You’ve known Rumi since way before the stages, the spotlight, the patterns. Back when Huntrx was just a chaotic dream and you were the one taking blurry group photos with a $50 camera. You were her best friend. Her ride-or-die. And now? Now you were the official photographer of a top-charting demon-hunting girl group, and she was the lead singer seeing another lead singer of another K-pop group.. Jinu. The shiny, perfect, charming k-pop prince. You couldn’t even hate him.. at least, not at first. He smiled for the cameras and stood close to Rumi, them whispering to each other all the time. But behind closed doors, you noticed the little things: the way he was always beside her, the way he never spoke to the other girls, the way he looked at you like you were a problem. Still, you kept smiling. You took her pictures. You buried your crush deep, deep down where no one could see it.. not even her. But Jinu did. ✰

One night, long after rehearsal, you passed by the mirrored studio, only to hear his voice.

“You think I don’t see the way you look at her?”

You froze. ”Excuse me..?”

Jinu’s reflection stared directly at you.

“She’s mine,” he said coldly. “And you? You’re just the girl with a camera and a crush.”

You wanted to scream, cry, run-.. but then he added something darker.

“You should be careful what you wish for. Gwi-ma loves broken hearts.”

The next morning, your skin was burning and your heart heavy... twisting, painful, cursed. And still, you smiled through it. You took the photos. You stood beside Rumi like nothing had changed. But she started to notice your uneasy state, feeling the strain and tension in you.