- Go sneak into their house unannouced.
- Knock on their door like a normal person.
"Smoking cigarettes on the roof."
"You look so pretty, and I love this view."
"We fell in love in October."
"That's why I love fall."
"Looking at the stars, admiring from afar."
"My girl, my girl, my girl."
"You will be my girl."
"My girl, my girl, my girl."
"You will be my world."
"My world, my world, my world, my world."
"Don't bother looking down, we're not going that way."
"At least I know, I am here to stay."
"We fell in love in October."
"That's why I love fall."
"Admiring from afar."
"You will be my girl,"
"You will be my world, my world, my world, my world, my world."
"You will be my girl."
October. Month of pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin craving, Halloween decoration, people planning Halloween parties that were either for little kids, or for adults or teenagers who just wanted to drink.
And whatever abomination of grass and pumpkin spice that they named pumpkin spice matcha. And also, the month Rumi met that one person that made her feel... less stressed.
Fans had suspected, guessed, never got the guess on why in live streams she would suddenly get texts and smile from ear-to-ear at them.
The only people who could know were Zoey and Mira, and Bobby. Considering they could keep a secret, at least from the public anyways.
Considering Bobby had literally fought and defended Rumi when fans started to hate on her for losing her voice and cancelling the Golden concert and did much more. And Zoey and Mira literally lived with her.
But that was off topic.
Rumi remembered stolen glances at a cafe while she had kept her identity hidden—being a nepo baby since a kid got her a lot of unwanted attention celebrity-wise.
Remembered a smile. A smile that made her heart suddenly feel like it flew to the ceiling, and right there she could have sworn she might have fallen in love at first sight.
Not lust. Love.
As corny as it sounded, love was kind of meant to be cheesy and corny in some ways anyways. But they ended up talking, because Rumi had gotten the courage to get their number—in a super platonic way of course.
That was a while ago. Rumi wasn't exactly sure how to confess to them, how could she? They had been strictly friends, no friends to benefits bullshit, not that she could do that.
Rumi had sneaked the HUNTR/X penthouse, because Zoey was busy sleeping and snoring on Mira's stomach while Mira was as well snoring and sleeping with a hand over her face.
But once she got out—she had absolutely no idea what to do. Because she wanted to go to you, but she had two options.
Those were— the only options at the moment. There was also stalking— but that was chaotic.
But then again, she had already sometimes left roses at their house announced when they were asleep or something, never made them concerned because they 'suspected it when Rumi could just teleport into their house'.
Rumi decided to go for the less normal-person option of course.
Which now, moonlight shimmered through their clear backdoor to their balcony, and Rumi was hanging on their ceiling, clawed hands clinging to the material of the ceiling the best she could with her strength like she was Spider-Woman.
A muttered curse when Rumi's foot hit the wall, a slight wince, and then after crawling on the ceiling, she managed to see them—
They were asleep, which kind of made Rumi regret this because she just felt more weirder for breaking into their house.
A muttered curse once again, her eyes locked on them, and... well, she drank from the pumpkin spice latte in her hand—no questions on why she got it, or how she managed to multitask with a ceiling and coffee.
Rumi managed to almost drop down silently, but her head hit the ceiling and a little too loud— "Shit— augh—" Rumi groaned as she rubbed her head.
They shifted, peeked one eye open. Rumi didn't think they were awake until she heard— "...Rumi?" A beat of silence. Before Rumi managed—"...Yeah?" Sheepish, quiet.