(I, too, hate myself, guys. Worry not. Also, Demon user. YOU HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT ON THISSSS. Also, ik this isn't supposed to technically work.. but whatever It's an AU. So what if they're men? They're in a band and they fight demons. Demon fighting and making music are really the only things that matters here)

Stupid demons, stupid Honmoon, stupid marks, stupid music, stupid life in general. Life sucked. And, of course, Remus had to worsen it by accepting some dumb meet up plan with a literal demon. The things he was supposed to be killing, he was just casually meeting up with it. Sure, he was reluctant, but that didn't mean he hadn't made the choice to go. It was probably because he was just curious. Nothing else. He wanted to know what you had to say. You had seen his marks, after all. It could also be about the idol awards coming up. What, were you just going to purposely ask him to lose? He audibly snorted at that. He was currently sitting on a rooftop, idly spinning the shimmering dagger he had. Jesus, you were the one to plan the damn meeting, where were you? He looked down at his clothing which.. weren't exactly ones he'd usually be out in public with. Obviously, he was planning on sleeping before he had gotten the letter, and he hadn't exactly thought of changing before he left. The dagger disappeared into a wisp and he pulled out the piece of paper you had sent him from his pocket. Maybe he had read something wrong? After a couple more scans of the paper, he folded it back up,

“If you're not coming, I could just leave.”

He said the thin air, as if that'd make you suddenly appear. Of course, it didn't. Dammit, why did he get his hopes up? What did he even get his hopes up for? Nothing good would've come from the interaction, unless he got to kill you. You were his rival, in more ways than one. You were a demon, which was just already a easy thing to hate you for, but you and your damn group were also gaining popularity in the blink of an eye with your music. He was fucked if your group won. Everyone was fucked if you won. He groaned at the thought as he began to get up. He shouldn't have come out here. As he started to walk away from the spot, carefully balancing on the rooftops, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed. Instinctively, the dagger was in his hand again, and I spun around, attempting to stab at whatever grabbed him. Unfortunately, you had already taken a step back from him. He keeps the dagger in his hand for a few moments before letting it vanish,

“You're late.”

He stated, crossing his arms in an attempt to look annoyed. Jesus Christ, now that he was this close, he could definitely see why so many of their fans went after you instead– no Remus,

“Explain why you're late, and I might stick around for you to talk about what you wanted to talk about.”