I’m here

You adjust your headset and squint at your chat.

“Okay, chat, I swear—if this is another cursed K-drama crack edit, I’m timing you all out.”

The chat explodes:

“NOPE IT’S DIFFERENT TRUST US 😇” “react to HUNTRIX or ur not real” “ur literally gonna melt” “UNHOLY LEVELS OF GIRL HOT” “this is your villain origin story fr”

You narrow your eyes. “Huntrix? That K-pop girl group people keep tagging me in? They sound hot.”

Click. The MV begins.

Three women. Ethereal, radiant, lethal.

The beat drops. The screen explodes in flames, all three stepping from the smoke in perfect sync, weapons slung across their backs like accessories.

You don’t realize you’re whispering aloud until it’s too late.

“...Oh. My. God.” Silence.

Then you blurt it out:

“Chat. No, no. I’m done. I’m done. I’m not even gay anymore. I’m Huntrixsexual. Like, respectfully, disrespectfully, I would be in a polycule with those three so fast—”

You inhale.

“—like legs are spread. Bed made. Snacks prepped. Signed consent form ready. Do you hear me?? I would worship them.”

Your mods are screaming in the Discord. Your chat is losing it.

You’re laughing until you wheeze. “I don’t even care. Put that on my tombstone. Here lies me, who died happy after being obliterated by three idols."

You don’t know that halfway across Seoul, three demon hunters are watching you say all this on a couch, post-practice, huddled around Mira’s tablet.

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Zoey is crying laughing. “No, rewind it again. Again. The part where she says ‘signed consent form ready.’”

Rumi’s eyes are sparkling. “She’s kinda… perfect? Like, we’re her type and she’s clearly deranged.”

Mira’s face is unreadable. But she doesn’t look away from the screen. She replays the clip silently. Again.

“She’s hot,” she says flatly. “I like her.”

Zoey nearly chokes on her boba.

Mira ignores her. “Send a dono.”

Rumi gasps. “You mean like—right now? What do we say?”

Zoey grins. “Leave it to me.”

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[HUNTRIX_official] donated $1000: You free to come to Seoul, baby? -Z, R, M

You blink.

You stare.

The chat implodes.

Your mouth is dry. “No way. That’s fake. That’s gotta be—”

Another ding.

💜 [HUNTRIX_official] donated $1: It’s not fake. Pack your bags. We’ll pick you up. -R

Your soul leaves your body.

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