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When you're at his part of the table, all of Jinu's attention is on you. He's got a way of making his fans feel special, your hands shaking as you hand him the poster to sign.

You finally gather the courage to ask if it's difficult being the leader of the Saja Boys, but he shakes his head with a gentle laugh.

"When you love doing something, it doesn't feel like work."

Admiration swells in your chest and, shyly, you tell him how much you appreciate everything he does for the band, making sure to encourage him to take care of himself, too

He looks shocked for a moment before he steels his expression into his normal contented grin. He hands you the poster back and your fingers brush for just a moment, a feeling like static buzzing from your fingertips to your elbows.

He tells you to take care and you step out of line. Later, you notice that he's written beneath his signature: For my favorite shephard.

ABBY

Abby makes that silly sketch of his abs and your chest tightens. As he's signing, you will yourself to ask if he ever overexerts himself trying to keep his form.

For a moment, he looks at you like you just insulted him, though his expression quickly softens into a smile, his laugh following shortly after.

"Nah. There's nothing I love more than staying in shape, but I know when not to push it."

You smile, satisfied with his response, and take the paper. Holding it close to your chest, you tell him how much you admire his dedication, but tell him that you'd be heartbroken if the Saja Boys' best dancer got burnt out.

He gives you a hearty laugh and tilts his head, assuring you that's not going to happen anytime soon. When you look at the paper after the signing, you find a note on the back: Maybe you can be my spotter some time ;)

ROMANCE

There's never been a moment where Romance hasn't had a witty retort, but when you ask him how he's been, entirely genuine and not just filling the void, he hesitates.

Eventually, he shrugs and signs his name with a practiced flick of the wrist.

"Same as always, I suppose. Every day's another bout of inspiration."

He says it casually, but he leans on his hand like he's half-asleep. When you ask if he's tired, he shakes his head and explains that his best lyrics come to him at night. In response, you tell him that no lyrics are poetic enough to suffer for, and his heart stutters.

With the most anxiety he's ever had around a fan, though he disguises it well, he gives you your album and smirks, not hesitating to nearly hold your hand.

There's a note inside: To my muse—my guardian angel.

MYSTERY

He's always quiet, but he seems more quiet when you get to his spot at the table, smiling weakly as he signs the shirt you hand him. When you ask if he's alright, he tilts his head curiously.

His ears go slightly pink when you point out his silence and his shoulders tense.

"I'm fine. Just lots of noise I'm not used to."

You pout and tell him that he doesn't have to attend any social events that he finds overbearing. He smiles at that, slightly more noticeable, and thanks you, but says he just needs some time to adjust to the change.

When you're putting your shirt on a hanger later, you notice the message he left: To my safe space, understanding and patient when others aren't.

BABY

Baby never seemed to enjoy fansigns in the same way as his band mates. He'd flash cutesy smiles and make little finger hearts, but his face would drop when everyone looked away. Everyone but you, that is.

When you got to his spot at the table, he pulled a portrait from the stack and popped the lid off his marker, looking up at you with those fake doe eyes he gave everyone else.

You tell him he doesn't need to put up the maknae act if it bothers him and he blinks. He doesn't immediately address it and starts writing, and you wonder if you made a mistake.

"I don't hate it, it just gets boring sometimes."

He says it simply and hands you the photo, though you take care to notice his much more relaxed and lazy expression. There's a note at the bottom corner of the portrait: To the fan who saw me through the glamour.

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RUMI

It's not a special night when you encountered Rumi at the same spot you usually came to for patrols. What is special is the fact that you don't freak out upon learning that one of the world's greatest pop stars is a demon hunter.

It doesn't take long for her to realize that you are one, too, which is why you're so unbothered. She decides to exchange contact information in case one of you ever needs help, especially since you seem to be doing the whole thing alone.

From there, you start talking regularly. At first, it's strictly business, but Rumi can't help but tell you about her newest interest or Zoey's most recent attempt to get her to watch a three-hour documentary about sea life.

You start hunting together at night, and it doesn't take long for Rumi to catch feelings. Her laughter is contagious, so you find yourself laughing along to her dumb jokes, which only exacerbates her interest in you.

After a while, she finally meets you outside of business. It's in a small cafe, where she can convincingly blend into the surroundings and also make herself comfortable.

She's really awkward while trying to confess, but eventually she gets the words out, and her pride when you accept is unmatched.

MIRA

Mira sees you darting across rooftops one night and assumes you're a demon. When she finally catches up to you, she's pleasantly surprised to see you wielding a Honmoon-conjured weapon of your own.

She takes note of your fighting style and invites you to train with her. She's more fluid than almost anyone you've ever seen, so you're not hesitant to take her advice, though she's also receptive to your own.

It's your eagerness to learn and improve that really endears you to her. You can spend hours talking and teaching one another without getting bored or annoyed by the other, which is something really special to her.

Your fighting styles almost become synonymous. Her fluidity melds with your spontaneity, resulting in a weird mix of traditional with contemporary hunting.

Mira doesn't realize she's caught feelings until you almost get hurt one night. A miscalculated step allows a demon to nearly scratch you, just barely avoided by the immediate recovery of your balance and a confident swing.

Afterwards, she helps you calm down and clean up, hesitantly confessing her feelings, and huffing a laugh when you reciprocate, as if she knew you felt the same.

ZOEY

You don't even meet Zoey while hunting. You meet her in the middle of the street, accidentally knocking her bucket hat off and ruining her shabby disguise. You hit it off then, but she has to leave pretty quickly.

Fortunately for you, later that night, you meet again. This time, both of you are armed and a little surprised. Neither of you had really thought of each other as capable of the task, especially since Zoey already had such a busy life.

But you quickly prove your competence to each other, fighting alongside one another and developing a back-and-forth flow that makes the whole fight that much easier.

You also learn that Zoey has a flair for the dramatics, enjoying taunting demons rather than immediately killing them, unlike yourself. You find it fun to watch her attack the demons with regular items, only to disintegrate them mere seconds later.

She admires your straightforward approach. It allows you to get more done in the same amount of time, even if it's "less fun." You indirectly teach her to prioritize the task, while she teaches you to let loose. You're perfect opposites.

She's very fast in catching feelings and she's not shy about it. At the end of a night of hunting, she bumps her arm into yours and looks up at you, face pink and smiling wide. She laces your hands together and you smile at her, nodding.

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JINU

He doesn't get jealous. At least, that's what he tells himself.

But when he sees a guy put his hand on yours, he starts pouting and sits in a corner until you sit next to him.

He keeps pouting, but he rests his head on your shoulder while you laugh that the guy was just handing you a drink.

He's not upset, just clingy like a dog. Whenever you step away, he follows, hand in yours or leaning against your shoulder.

He knows he's lucky to have you, and he hasn't felt so fortunate in a very, very long time.

ABBY

When you ask a man for directions and he puts a hand on your arm, Abby swats it away.

He tells himself that it's a rational reaction. After all, why would anyone but him have any reason to touch you?

After that, he becomes even touchier, if that's possible. His hands are always on your hips or waist, or his arm is slung around your shoulders like he'll lose you if he lets go.

He doesn't need your reassurance, he just needs to make sure that no one else even has a chance to win you over.

ROMANCE

He's loud and dramatic. Until he isn't.

A stranger lending you a casual touch is met with an exaggerated gasp and a hand on against his heart. The genuine look in their eyes when you speak and your honest laughter has him grabbing you by the arm and pulling you away.

He's not pouting, but his usual smile is absent. He tucks his head in the space between your shoulder and neck, huffing while you pet his hair and reassure him that you wouldn't have anyone else.

Your attention and love is his lifeblood. No one else can have it.

MYSTERY

There are few things that truly get under his skin, but when a stranger asks for your number, he drapes himself over your shoulders and growls so quietly only you can hear.

You deny the stranger and point at Mystery, whose arms have wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the world's most protective hug, as if this well-meaning stranger was threatening you in the ways of cellphones.

When you're lying in bed later that night, he'll come over and just lay on you, pressing his whole body weight against you so you can't escape.

BABY

He's inherently indifferent to most things, so bothering him takes some effort.

Unfortunately, the stranger on the subway is putting in a lot. He doesn't seem to notice Baby's initial glare, even going as far as to grab your shoulder like he knows you while he tries out a bad pick-up line.

Baby doesn't try to hide his jealousy as he throws the stranger's hand off and places his chin in its place, the two of you getting off at the next stop, even though it isn't yours.

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JINU

He thinks they don't need a manager. After all, he was the one who convinced Gwi-Ma to let his try with their plan, and he was the one who came up with everything for their Soda Pop debut.

And then he realizes that he has nothing planned beyond that. Yeah, they got on Play Games With Us! and got that soda collaboration, but beyond that, he's lost.

So he comes crawling back to you, head bowed like he's lost a battle and pride wounded like he's lost a job.

From there, you take care of all the publicity and planning nonsense and let him focus on being an idol, which he finds takes a great amount of stress off his back.

He finds himself growing appreciative of you, though he won't admit it. Instead, he'll just hang around you, offering to help with things here and there as if he always wanted you around.

He won't ever confess that he actually enjoys your company. Expect to have to make all the moves.

ABBY

He's your #1, if only because he makes for a good tool when you need to move something.

But he is good company, even if it comes at the risk of being put in a headlock that you struggle to escape from for five minutes. He really embodies the idea of not knowing your own strength.

He doesn't necessarily hide his affection and interest in you, he just... doesn't realize it's affection? He's not dumb, just narrow-minded.

When he does realize he's got a fondness for you, expect his touchiness to grow exponentially. An arm slung around your shoulder, a hand on your hip, carrying you around just for the fun of it. He wants to show off, and if that means he has to lug you around, that's what he'll do!

He prides himself on his humor, also, so expect lots of bad jokes. Some of them might get a genuine chuckle out of you, though.

When he confesses, it's excessively bold. He'll sweep you up with some grand proclomation of his feelings and won't let go until you tell him how you feel.

ROMANCE

He's annoying! But also very kind and helpful!

His method of flirting when it isn't for fanservice is "be an absolute menace and drive your crush up the wall." So he's pretty much stuck in middle school when he's not in front of fans.

When he is being genuine, though, he is incredibly sweet. Like, you'd think he's up to something.

He drowns you in praise or admiring words and is constantly asking to help you with things, from planning to paperwork.

Alternatively, he demos new songs and choreography for you like a little kid trying to impress a parent. Smile and nod and he'll puff out his chest.

He will confess and it will end up being the most inopportune moment, despite him most likely having planned it for weeks ahead of time. He's a hopeless romantic, but he's also hopelessly unlucky.

MYSTERY

You probably won't even notice him lingering around corners just to observe you working.

He's a big fan of people-watching, but he finds most people uninteresting. He likes to see the chaos of your life play out, even if it means he might end up being another task on your to-do list.

He's touchy, but subtly so. He won't touch you often, but when he wants your attention, he'll put a hand on your shoulder or wrist to guide you away from the crowd.

His love language is quality time, but second is gift giving. He's sort of like a cat who disappears for large chunks of time and comes back with a bird or mouse, but instead he returns with new pens.

The most you'll get from him in ways of confession is him lacing your fingers together and staring forward with an unreadable look—except you can read him and you can tell he's simultaneously elated and trying to hold it together.

BABY

He's the worst. He takes advantage of being "the maknae" (he is not the youngest) to be an absolute pest and then bat his eyelashes so other people won't scold him.

He's not the biggest fan of the idol gig and he likes to take it out on you by being a brat. You tell him he needs to be somewhere at 3 and he'll tell you he's on the way at 2:50. He'll be there on time, so you can't be mad at him, but just barely.

He won't acknowledge his feelings, even when he spends ten minutes just staring at you while you fill out paperwork and give them a debrief of the week's schedule. Your words are in one ear, out the other because he's just listening to the timbre of your voice.

Eventually, he'll hand you something of his and you'll just look at it confused while he walks away. That's how you know he likes you.

But he still hasn't excepted it. Confessing is your job now, damnit!

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