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“Couch! Couch! Couch! Couch! Couch!” Zoey and Mira chant as the trio wait for the elevator ride to end. Rumi stands behind her best friends, arms crossed over her chest as she chuckles. As soon as the elevator opens, the three of them run out, throwing open the door of their suite. Zoey dives straight for the pantry, pulling out three containers of instant ramyeon and turning on the kettle.
“Another successful world tour!” Mira lounges on the plush sofa in their room, opening a bag of chips. Rumi, next to her, grabs a handful and stuffs her mouth.
“Mhmm…” Rumi replies in agreement, mouth too full to form a full answer. She glances outside, Korea still shimmering in a golden glow. The demons had spread throughout Asia, Europe, and even to the Americas somehow. Their world tour had a two-fold mission: find any other cracks in the Honmoon, and of course, perform for their fans! Their fame had grown in the past years after their initial showdown with the Saja boys, and the girls happily kept performing as Huntrix. Their k-pop identity may have initially been a cover, but they truly did enjoy performing.
And now, with the golden Honmoon shining brighter with every day, it seemed as if their mission as Demon Hunters was complete.
Yet, day after day, with every song, every note that Rumi sang, something in her chest tugged. Begged for release, for freedom. Constant pain, want, shame, guilt.
Even as she ate with her bandmates, as she did her skincare routine sharing a mirror with them, she kept the ache to herself.
It was better that way…
Right?