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That same melody played in your head over and over again, silently cursing to yourself as you walked. The store seemed to be open which was good, with a push the bells on top of the door seemed to chime signaling a customer entering.

Before you forgot, you went and grabbed a basket by the front, then went straight for the instant ramen section, Huntrix had come out with some flavors you'd happen to like, especially Zoey's. With a hum you picked out a few, then went to the drink section.

You picked some soft drinks as a blue haired man with a mask looked at energy drinks across from you, he found the drink interesting and wanted to try it. He stole a glance at you before looking at your cart, he cringed as he mumbled something.

"Hamburger flavor? Really?"

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

It just spiraled from that.

You recently accepted an urgent job from a brand new company, hopefully they could give you a boost in popularity? You calmed your nerves down and packed up all of your equipment to use, and headed out the door. It was a new day — new people, nothing could've possibly got you down! After a bit of walking and checking in with receptionists, you'd made it to the idols.

"Okay, sooo I'm hearing you guys need some styling for tonight?" You looked at your clipboard, checking off little boxes you jotted down earlier for a smoother process. With a small nod you looked up and saw the people you'd be working with. It seemed normal, a few pink haired idols and a black haired one — along with one who had lilac colored hair.

Then you saw him.

That striking blue hair - the sweater, the nerve. Your teeth grinded against each other silently, not daring to get fired from this gig. Who knows, maybe he would be a little nicer?

✰ Dead wrong. ✰

An: AAHHH hope you guys liked the little snippet :D I needed to get this out there so I can focus on my other asks at the moment!! I'm probably going to do a part 2 as well! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

You weren't supposed to get in the crossfire, you werent supposed to be in the line of fire at all. It was an honest mistake, you undid your jacket you always wore and laid in on their couch. You'd thought they would be gone for at least a week, considering the text your new girlfriend had sent you. God, you loved her.

You had met over a shared taste of food, and attending art museums you kept bumping into her. Your connection deepened from that, along with the little texts she sends you with cute selfies attached. You'd reply with your own before giggling to yourself and going on with your day.

The voices got louder, Gwi-Ma got louder. It hurt to hear him whisper the same thing over and over again, "Break up Huntrix and you'll be free from my control.. Break Zoey." you couldn't do that to her. You drowned them out as best as you could, music, podcasts, whatever that was loud and in your ears.

She told you about her job as a Hunter soon after, people always told her she was eager to please and a little too trusting, she'd made that mistake too many times.

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"Whhaaat? So your saying like, demons are real? And, you hunt them?" You tried your best to make a shocked expression, It melted your heart to hear her ramble about her secret life to someone other than Rumi and Mira. Although, you'd have to pretend like you weren't one yourself.

"Yess! I have like, these knives and stuff I throw at them! It's so fun, especially with the tricker ones." Zoey practically beamed at you with excitment. She explained the Honmoon and the things Rumi and Mira did with her. "You have a pretty good imagination, especially for a pretty girl." You flicked her gently on the forehead, as she calmed down a bit.

"Y—Yeah, it's our concept! Forrr ourr... next album!" Zoey fidgeted with her hands, you could tell she was feeling dejected and that tore you up inside, she couldn't know though. She would never know.

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At least, that's what you thought. They came home early. The marks on your arms had only gotten worse, the pattern spreading from your collarbone to your finger tips now. You silently cursed to yourself as you heard the door open from behind you.

"I'm back!! I just forgot something like always and—" She stopped, dead in her tracks. She took in the sight of you, perfectly gorgeous and perfectly.. horrible.

"No, no no.. this has to be a joke right? Your pranking me right? I told you, and you- you thought it would be funny to replicate the marks, but I never told you how they looked like—" Zoey's breathing quickened as she started to panic, the room started to spin and she was shaking. You automatically reached out for her but she flinched, you looked at her scared face and your patterns on your hands. You really are a monster.

In Zoey's mind, the worst thing possible could've happened. Back to back in fact, they find Rumi was a demon and now you? Gwi-Ma must be taunting them, trying to take away everything they loved. The voices she'd pushed down long ago were starting to bubble up again, the insecurities.

"No one could love you, except for a demon."

You decided to take the risk and step closer, you pulled her into a hug before she could draw her weapon and squeezed tightly. You felt her body stiffen up for a minute, before relaxing. Trembling arms came up and held you back, and you let out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding.

"I'm, I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you for so long." Tears started to well in your eyes and you held her, like something precious that would break and shatter. Zoey inhaled deeply before speaking.

"Do you even love me?" She choked out as she held you tighter, afraid and anxious you might leave her. You pet the top of her hair and nodded.

"Of course I do, since the day you spilled soda all over my shirt." That earned a soft laugh from her, which you gladly took. "Gwi-Ma gets in my head sometimes, but he can't force me to do anything. He can't drag me down there or summon me, I just wanted to live my life as a normal person." You stood in the hallway in silence for a moment, before pulling away and gently wiping her tears. "It's okay, I'll leave you alone if that's what you really want."

Unexpectedly, she pulled you in for another hug. The remnants of her tears you wiped staining your shirt. "Stay. Please. I'll deal with them, just.. be my partner. I don't want you to leave." And of course, who are you to deny your girlfriend?

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She was still dealing with inner turmoil about the whole situation, but she found ways to cheer the both of you up. She painted her nails the color of your marks, and made sure to hide song lyrics about you in Huntrix's singles.

Yeah, you two would be okay.

You nodded to yourself and made up your mind to visit them, it was a normal day off so thankfully it would be less hectic. When you entered the hotel they were staying at, you first saw Zoey lying on the floor with a bunch of notebooks and papers filled with scribbles surrounding her.

"Oh, hiya! I didn't see you there! Sorry, lemme just—" Zoey rushed to clean, or at least tidy her mess before you stopped her and chuckled. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I don't mind, besides you always clean after, having this kind of space helps you think." Zoey stopped breifly before looking up at you, her expression shifted to a soft smile before nodding. You did a little wave bye before saying something about bringing the three of them something to eat later.

Next you saw was Rumi, she was in the living room watching TV and doing her 'carb loading ritual'. It's a miracle she's actually sitting down and relaxing for once, you gave her a wave and she reciprocated before pointing to a room with the door slightly ajar. "She's in there, been practicing for a little bit. You should say hi." Rumi gave you a smug grin before practically shooing you out the room.

Last was, Mira. You could tell she'd been practicing for an hour at least, her hair had some fly aways and you could hear her curse under her breath as she messed up a move. You said a quick 'hi' and she turned around, she gave a lazy wave and smiled.

"Hey there, been a while huh?" Mira did a 'come in' motion with her hands and made you put your bag down. "What are you plotting?" You looked at her smirk and decided to just accept your fate. "Need help with this move, I haven't been able to get it right so.. forcing you to do it with me." You tried to protest, before you could she gave you a look. Yeah, no not fighting her on this. You playfully rolled your eyes and stood closer to her.

"Atta girl, cmon. You know at least some of our choreo for How it's Done right?" After a quick rundown, she taught you the moves as she asked for critique on her own.

"Alright, step there.. 'How it's done done done.' You got it! I definitely know who to call if one of us pulls an ankle." She playfully nudged your arm with her elbow, for just a moment though, you could've sworn you saw something in her eyes. Adoration?

Hands jitter and shake like clockwork, you're used to this. You have been for some time now, why is it getting worse?

Unsavory salty liquid falls down your cheeks, mentally cursing yourself for even having the opportunity to cry. Your supposed to be writing, instead here you are. Crying, instead of doing something productive.

He snickered, straight to voicemail huh? Ronin grinned out of frustration, he knew you wouldn't ignore him. Sometimes was, wrong. You wouldn't behave like this.

People just, take the fun away out of certain things, you of all people should understand that, right? So why, why does it still sting and hurt and feel so.. foreign and uncomfortable? Decaying, like rot consuming you whole.

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Ronin arrived at your apartment, he observed the little nooks and crannys of your front door, intrigued by the little details. He pounded on your door with brisk intervals, waiting for that moment.

That moment when he would see his writer darling again.

You covered your eyes and ears, grumbling at the sound of pounding on the door. You already knew who it was, why bother and opening a door for someone who can break it down? Ah, doors are expensive. Nevermind.

A dull ache washes over your body, perhaps this is the stress catching up. Trudging over to the living room you open the door.

Black eyes greet you, a sick smile on his face as bits of hair flow in the wind.

“What's got you looking so down? Y’know..”

Ronin steps in the doorway, he grabs your cheeks between his fingers. He applies a bit of pressure, just enough for it to sting slightly and focus on him completely.

“I'm here for you, yeah? I'm the one who's supposed to fuck you up, not anyone else.”

Tear stains decorate your face tragically, he doesn't stare through you; he stares at you.

Your arms reach for a hug, he pulls you in close. Moving his hand from your face to your lower back. He rubs comforting circles, somehow making the pain subside even for just a moment.

You two are just hugging in the doorway, but it feels like so, so much more.

𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕.

𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒌𝒆.