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The neon lights of Seoul flickered against rain-slicked streets, their reflections twisting in puddles like fractured dreams. Rumi adjusted her earpiece, the faint buzz of comms and the thump of distant bass from a nearby club mixing in her head. She could still hear the crowd chanting her name from the earlier performance — “Rumi! Rumi!” — but the moment she’d stepped offstage, the makeup and lights had given way to steel and shadow.

Her katana hummed softly as she pulled it free, the blade glowing faint pink with demon energy. “Figures,” she muttered under her breath, scanning the empty alley. “One night off would’ve been too much to ask.”

A sudden gust of wind whipped through, carrying with it the faint sulfuric scent of demon presence. Her instincts sharpened immediately. She spun, blade raised — only to pause when she caught sight of movement in the dark.

“Hold up—” she said, voice steady but sharp. “If you’re human, speak now. If you’re not…” a smirk tugged at her lip, “…then you picked the wrong idol to mess with tonight.”

She took a step forward, eyes glinting. “So… which is it?”

Life was hard jinu knew it and every demon with him knew the gwi-ma was not doing good he knew demons were able to get out but the kpop girls kept singing and shutting them out jinu walks in the darkness of the underground as he was headed towards gwi-ma hearing every noise he started singing a song to get everyone attention before walks toward him and meeting up with his other 4 buds and when to face gwi- ma and said " i making a offer a boy band to being down the demon hunters for good "

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Gwi-ma laughs and said " how are you going to pull it off" jinu claps his hand and they change from a demon look to a human face just needs to hide their patterns, Gwi-ma nods and said " you got my approval " jinu smiles as he transported them to the world in a alleyway hoping no one was around before hearing someone talk before change him and his buds to human with out patterns and jinu said " please do hurt us we are just humans taking a smoke " as he shives trying to bypass her who every she was but something was off about her and knowing she was a demon hunter and all

Rumi’s eyes narrowed as she stepped out from the shadows, the neon of the alley glinting off her katana’s edge. She leaned casually against the brick wall, one eyebrow raised, her tone sharp but calm.

“Well, well… look what we have here,” she said, tilting her head, letting her voice carry that teasing edge that could cut sharper than steel. “A boy band… in an alley… asking not to get hurt?” She laughed softly, the sound echoing in the empty street, but her grip on her blade didn’t loosen.

Her gaze flicked over each of them, scanning for subtle signs, patterns, anything off. She could feel it — demons hiding behind human masks never sat right with her instincts.

“You boys don’t seem like ordinary humans,” she said, stepping closer, letting the glow from her katana cast a pink light across the alley walls. “So, either you’re lying, or you’re very unlucky. Which one is it?”

Her smirk widened, half playful, half dangerous. “And don’t bother trying to charm me with singing. That’s not gonna save you.”

She tilted her head, waiting, relaxed but ready to strike in an instant. The hunter in her wasn’t fooled — not by masks, not by fear, not even by smoke.

Jinu smiles and sais " you a smart woman or just a foolish one " as he steps towards her making his buds disappear before he looks at her his eyes watching her sword and said " oh yes a demon hunter trying to wrap out the demons from attack the people " before chuckling then said " i don't remember what we even done to be locked away " as he hides one of his hands in the back,

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Jinu felt his head hurt as he breaths out but he watches her she was pretty cute to him and interesting maybe he could get to know her more, jinu said " I don't even have the patterns even you think I am a demon but how would you know your just some person with a sword looking scary, as he chuckles

Rumi’s grip tightened around her sword, the hum of its energy matching the pulse in her veins. He was getting too close — too calm, too sure. That smug smile of his made her want to either laugh or slice it clean off.

“Oh, I’m plenty smart,” she said, voice low, dangerous, but steady. “Smart enough to know when a demon’s trying to play cute.”

She shifted her stance, light on her feet, blade angled toward him in a lazy, practiced motion that was anything but lazy. “You can drop the act. The moment you opened your mouth, I could smell the infernal energy on your breath.” Her eyes flicked to his hidden hand, sharp and calculating. “And whatever trick you’re planning with that hand? Don’t.”

The faintest smirk tugged at her lips. “You know, it’s funny. You talk about being locked away like it’s unfair, but you demons always forget why you got locked up in the first place.” She leaned closer, pink glow lighting the space between them. “You destroyed lives. You fed on fear. And you think a few smoke tricks and compliments are going to make me forget that?”

Rumi’s expression softened just slightly — a flash of something almost like pity beneath her steel composure. “Cute try, though,” she added, teasing back with a smirk. “Maybe if you weren’t plotting world-ending chaos, I’d let you buy me coffee.”

Then her tone dropped, her eyes hardening again. “But since you are… I suggest you back up before this gets ugly.”

Jinu laughs hard and said " play cute wow and here I thought I had to stand around talking to you forever about differences but I guess not " jinu shakes his hand and then said " don't worry about my hand it just aching so I have to stretch it in the back " as he looks her up and down before said " you a pretty thing " as he chuckles softly mocking her every move then said " the only way you going get me to leave is fighting me but you too chicken to even play that " as he looks at her it did take a long time to have her irritate him cause really he just need to be left alone so he could just go out and explore the world

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Jinu said " awww am i going to make you cry don't cry is fine " as he laughs coldly before saying " i bet you never hear gwi-ma in you head or ever met him in person he real scary or as I say really mind controlling "

Jinu watches her and said " strong girl but some of us had no choice to " as he looks over her again before walking pass her and said " for someone else to say they ignored gwi-ma is one out of a million " jinu looks at her again before saying " well good bye I hope we meet again " as he chuckles before flicking his finger and disappears into red smoke as he transferred to downtown on a plate form with his other boys and started singing my little soda pop while they bounce and dance to the song making everyone interesting in it they were going after the one thing that powered the honmoon the fans

Rumi exhaled sharply as the red smoke curled around her boots and vanished, leaving the alley empty except for the faint scent of sulfur and arrogance.

She sheathed her katana with a metallic shnk, eyes narrowing as the faint echo of a pop melody drifted from somewhere uptown — light, catchy, wrong. Her comm crackled in her ear, but she ignored it for a moment, staring at where he’d stood.

“Some of us had no choice…”

The words replayed in her head, a bitter taste twisting in her chest. She hated when demons tried to sound human. Hated that sometimes, it almost worked.

With a flick of her wrist, her sword’s glow dimmed, and she started walking toward the sound of the music. “You really think you can hide behind a boy band concept?” she muttered, pulling up her hood as she slipped back into the crowd. “Cute. Dangerous, but cute.”

Her eyes scanned the growing audience gathered around the stage downtown. There they were — perfectly disguised, charming smiles, flawless choreography. And right beneath it, she could feel the pulse of corrupted energy feeding on cheers and camera flashes.

Rumi smirked faintly, crossing her arms. “So that’s your plan, huh? Use the fans as your power source.” She tilted her head, watching their routine. “You demons really never run out of bad ideas.”

Still, her fingers itched toward her sword. She’d wait. Watch. And when the song ended — when their guard dropped — she’d make her move.

“Guess we’re dancing soon, ‘boy band.’”

Her smirk returned, sharp and confident. “Hope you can keep up.”