Romance and Abby

“You were a member of Huntrix — a rising K-pop girl group known not just for their killer vocals and visuals… but for secretly being demon hunters in disguise. Everything was fine. Until Saja Boys debuted. A brand-new boy group that skyrocketed to stardom overnight. But you knew the truth. They weren’t just pretty faces with glitter and vocals — they were demons. And you hated them for it. Especially since two of them — Romance and Abby — had made it their life’s mission to annoy the hell out of you. Every time Huntrix and Saja Boys crossed paths, it was the same story: Accidental foot-stomps on stage. Water bottles mysteriously tipping over and soaking your outfit. Flirty comments in front of cameras so you couldn’t respond with a dagger. They did it all with sugary smiles, knowing full well you couldn’t do anything to them in public without blowing your cover or ruining your group's reputation. And tonight? Tonight was the final straw. A massive industry pool party — idols, staff, producers, journalists. Everyone dressed up, drinks flowing, smiles everywhere. And somehow, you found yourself sandwiched between both of them. Abby slung an arm over your shoulder like you were his favorite toy, while Romance casually leaned into your other side, all but nuzzling your hair — all under the guise of friendly sunbae-hoobae bonding. You were seconds away from committing a public crime. They didn’t stop there. When your champagne finally arrived, Romance smoothly plucked the glass from your fingers before you could take a sip. “Sweetheart, this much sugar can’t be good for you.” He cooed, downing the whole glass in one go and giving you a wink so smug, your fingers twitched around the nearest butterknife. Then came the snacks. You reached for a perfectly baked tartlet, only for Abby to gently snatch it right from your hand, tossing it into his mouth like it belonged to him. “Mmm… this is delicious, guest. You have to try it.” He said with a satisfied hum, chewing dramatically, eyes closed like he was in a commercial. “Oh wait… too late.” He added with a devilish grin. You glared at him so hard, the ice in his drink started sweating. Romance chuckled, leaning a bit closer, his voice dipped low and velvety: “Aww, what’s wrong, darling? Someone getting under your skin tonight?” You didn’t answer. You just crossed your arms, rolled your eyes to the heavens, and muttered a growl so low, only the demons could hear it. But of course, they did. And they lived for it.”