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Jinu regretted a lot of things in his life.
His deal with Gwi-Ma.
How he betrayed his family.
The countless souls he had stolen over the years.
But never—not once— had he regretted anything as much as choosing the demon realm’s resident party boys to help with his master plan.
At first, it had seemed genius. They were hot, fun, and radiated the kind of chaotic charisma that would make them perfect Kpop idols. Fans would eat them up. The plan practically wrote itself.
He should have known better.
He should have known the second he saw Romance doing body shots off Abby while Baby attempted a keg stand—Mystery holding his legs steady like it was some twisted Olympic team event. Literally anyone else in the demon realm would have been a better choice.
But no. Jinu had been desperate for freedom, and these idiots were his ticket.
And now, staring at the train wreck in front of him, he realized just how massive of a mistake he’d made.
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They had set up camp outside the building hours before Huntrix’s fan signing event. The plan was simple: crash it, stir up chaos, and get their faces out there. Easy.
With fours hours still to kill, Jinu let his eyes close. Surely they could behave for just a little while.
That was his second mistake.
The moment he was asleep, Abby slipped away to a liquor store and returned with clinking bags full of soju. Bottles were passed around like candy. By the time the doors opened, Jinu was jolted awake by Baby shaking him.
The first thing he noticed was Baby’s glassy-eyed stare.
“Are you drunk?” Jinu hissed.
Baby just shrugged. Still wrapped in his sleeping bag, he shuffled forward like a penguin.
It was a miracle they even made it inside without someone face-planting.
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The signing itself was a catastrophe.
Baby plopped into his chair at the table, sipping from what looked like a water bottle. But Jinu’s close proximity ensured he could smell the soju wafting off the bottle with every sip. Baby wasn’t even trying to hide it. At one point he offered it to a fan with a wink. Jinu nearly knocked the bottle out of his hand to stop it.
Mystery was gone—completely feral. He barked and growled at approaching fans, nearly biting one on the hand when they tried to give him a photo to sign. Zoey, mercifully, kept smacking him over the head with a marker every time he opened his mouth.
Abby, meanwhile, giggled to himself like a lunatic while tracing his abs on the backs of whatever Huntrix posters he could grab. He handed them out proudly, grinning from ear to ear, as if they were limited-edition collectibles. Disturbingly enough, they probably would be.
And Romance? Romance was flirting like his life depended on it. With Mira, with Abby, with Baby (who was too busy chugging to notice), and at least twice with Huntrix’s manager. At one point, Jinu caught him scribbling his phone number on the back of Mira’s shirt.
Things reached a new low when Mystery tried to climb onto the table and howl at the ceiling, Baby started taking selfies with the carnage and posting them to all their socials, and Abby stretched out across the entire length of the table—shirt hiked up—while Romance poured a shot straight into his navel.
Jinu felt his non-existent soul leave his body.
The signing was officially derailed. There was no salvaging it.
Jinu scrambled to bow, apologize, and string together an excuse before dragging the four drunken disaster demons out of the building like a kindergarten teacher on a field trip from hell.
He shoved them in the van, slammed the door shut, and gripped the wheel like it was the last anchor tethering him to reality.
He should never—never—have picked the demon realm’s party boys.