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"Is she being too much?"
That's what Zoey thinks to herself in the aftermath of the Namsum Tower. An unfortunately common concern she's kept throughout the years, a greatest hit even. Zoey lets out a heavy sigh into the empty apartment common area.
It's been about two weeks since the events of the demonic boy group and their downfall, along with Gwi-ma. The Honmoon was created and charged to perfection. They won. Everything was going to go back to normal. Hopefully even getting better than the prior status quo...
In reality and not Zoey's Zany Fantasy Land, copyright pending, Rumi had initially seemed to be frustratingly similar to how she was before the Golden release. However, Rumi has recently become even more isolated from everyone around her, even her two fellow Huntr/x members. This had led to her stubborn leader jumping into her work like a demon possessed. Rumi is already working on the next comeback idea in the studio and has Mira working on costume ideas.
That is not to say that Zoey doesn't admire her group's hard work and dedication, but she was yearning for the Honmoon charging to bring a new age of closeness to Huntr/x. Maybe that is what led to this ridiculous planning session at the dining room table. Zoey had never used so many notebooks for something other than songwriting and lyrics, yet here she was planning how to potentially break Rumi out of her funk... her shell? her cocoon? Zoey lets out another even more sad breath, as now she cannot even pick words right.
And.. and.. and, don't even get her started on how frustrating Mira has been through all of this. She recalls the conversation that she had with her bestie with scarlet colored hair.
(Begin Flashback)
Zoey entered the dance practice room after seeing Rumi leave, and rushed up to Mira, yanking on her loose off-shoulder shirt.
Mira will eye the energy coming off of Zoey wearily and sigh, before asking, “Yeah, miss bouncy house, can I help you? Please don't tell me another new burger place opened up nearby and you want to try it out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner..."
Zoey immediately pouts and tries not to look offended, clearly failing, “They have different menus for each meal and it is the only.."
Mira cuts in, interrupting her with a playful husky tone, "..the only way for you to know the full flavor profile and quality of the restaurant's menu. We know, Zoe, we know."
Zoey will blush in embarrassment, but giggles at herself being so predictable to her closest friends. Zoey will turn her expression more pensive and neutral, as she decides to bring up what she really wanted.
"Mira-unnie, do you think that there is something going on with Rumi? Everything seemed mostly normal after the Honmoon, but now she is diving into work even more and avoiding us after hours. Do you think we should try talking with her about it? Or.. or.. or.. We could try doing something to cheer her up!"
Mira will wave off Zoey's concern non-challantly and will say in a teasing and exasperated tone, "Come on now, Zoe... Rumi is just getting used to everything that happened and also flashing her new patterns 24/7. Just give our unnie a break, she went with us to the spa and that is all that matters."
Zoey will sigh as her whole body deflates and her arms hang down in defeat. She was seriously hoping that Mira would see the same odd signs from Rumi. Too much or not, Zoey decides then and there that she will devise a plan and do whatever it takes to get Rumi smiling again. Zoey cannot really explain it at this current moment, but Rumi's happiness is everything. Now she just has to come up with an idea... And maybe not jumping to the few dozen ideas she just thought of like she usually does.
Rumi finally finishes most of her business for the day, between photoshoots, studio recordings, interviews, and working with Mira to design the aesthetic for their next comeback, so Zoey can start working on the song. After a long day, Rumi felt like she needed a shower so bad, which ended up feeling incredible. Now standing in front of her large bathroom mirror, she examines her body starting with her shoulders and down.
Rumi has always been simultaneously proud and self conscious about her muscular arms and shoulders. She knows that the expected appearance for a female Kpop idol is at best toned and taut, with some curves in chest, butt, and thighs. The difference for Rumi and Huntr/x is they are not just a Kpop idol group and her muscles have always come in handy when hunting demons. Noticing her now prominent, yet dim, blue marks swirling on the skin of her arms, Rumi will let out a sigh. Sure, the fans and all of her agency expressed support of her "tattoos" but Rumi knows the real meaning behind them.
Moving on, Rumi will glance down to her breasts and smiles slightly, enjoying the modest yet not uncomfortable size of them. She has no idea how other more prominently sized female idols handle dancing, the strain on the back has to be killer. Rumi gently traces her hand up to her boobs and cups them while flicking her nipples, as she lets out a quiet, breathy moan.
Blushing in embarrassment, even to the crowd of just one, she stops and runs her hands down her sculpted abs, a relatively visible 6 pack peaking out. One thing that Rumi will 100% agree with, is that rubbing abs does feel super nice. As she caresses her hand over her own tummy, she mewls in delight and then blushes even more. That is when Rumi lets out an overwhelmed sigh, the kind you give when you are at your wit's end.
You may ask why she would possibly have an issue with anything related to her body and naturally think it is her patterns that run down her entire body. Unfortunately, she now has a bigger problem ever since the Namsun Tower and her absorption of Jinu's demonic soul. Rumi gives a frustrated look down to the newly arrived appendage bouncing slightly between her legs, as she pulls her face into her hands with a groan. She mutters to herself as she looks at her large erection of her newly received penis.
"Why did it have to be a penis... Jinu is probably laughing in his afterlife and I can't throttle him for it. Why does it want to get big and hard, and at the most inopportune times? Ugh, what am I going to do with you?"
Rumi stares at her 7 inch and nicely girthy, erect dick for a few moments, before relenting and grasping it gently in her dainty hands. Immediately, a gasp of delight explodes from Rumi as if she was hitting a climax high note. She cannot believe how sensitive and stimulating this damn thing is, but she has to admit it is fun to play with. Rumi will grab a squirt of lotion into her hand and rub it along her shaft with a shiver from the chilly sensation.
Rumi, still very inexperienced, will awkwardly grab it in one hand and start jerking herself off. She notices after some time that she isn't really thinking of anything right now, but she has no clue what she should think about. The first thought is to potentially fantasize about random attractive men, but that feels weird given her updated anatomy. Aish, she can only imagine what her two group members would think about her having a male appendage and masturbating with it.
As Rumi innocently thinks about her group members, her thoughts stray to her best friends and past week. That leads her mind to traitorously shift to when Zoey had rubbed her abs the other day in the apartment. Rumi had jumped away as if burned and Zoey looked sorry for pushing the boundaries. However, it was the look that Zoey had directed to her lower torso while touching them, that reminded her of the look Zoey gave Mystery.
Out of nowhere, Rumi has an intrusive thought of what it would be like if Zoey looked at her cock like that and touched it so reverently. Rumi lets out a choked moan and starts finding a rhythm with her frantic stroking. Zoey would probably grasp it to tease her playfully, before realizing that she likes it and pulling it into her warm and wet mouth. Rumi could just imagine grasping Zoey's pig tails and humping so eagerly that she chokes on her and drools.
"Ohhhh uhhhh, fuck. Fuck, what's happening to me?!"
Rumi is frantic and worried before she feels a rush of pure pleasure wrack through her body and her cock begins to explode a copious amount of cum all over her bathroom floor and counter. She knows the sounds coming out of her mouth are embarrassing and loud, but she cannot help it. This is the first time her new male anatomy is climaxing. Her entire body shivers as it continues for a good 15 seconds.
When the feeling subsides and her mind begins to shift away from the haze, she blushes the most intense she ever has and she squeaks out, "I touched myself... M-my penis... While thinking about Z-Zoey..."
Abruptly, a loud knock resounds from her bedroom door that causes her to squeak and then Rumi hears a muffled voice that sounds like Zoey, "Hey, Rumi! Is everything okay in there? Mira and I heard some weird sounds and just wanted to check in. Mira totally thought you were playing some kind of Hentai game again, since we know you totally read naughty doujinshi, and not by looking at your browser history. Because we respect boundaries and we would never look at your laptop on the counter after leaving it to go work out. Anyways… I thought you maybe had stubbed your toe! So, what's going on, unnie? Is one of us right?"
Rumi wipes the counter frantically and then throws her clothes on before wrapping her hair up, rushing to the door to her room and cracking it open while trying to calm down her thumping heart. She hopes she was able to get rid of her blush. She sighs theatrically and says in a practiced lie to the overexcited Zoey. "Hey, I am totally fine. Why are you and Mira worrying so much? I was just taking a shower and then I saw a bug in it, which led to me getting it down the drain."
Zoey will push past Rumi into her room and make a dash into the bathroom as she exclaims, "Bugs?! But we just got the apartment sprayed and you hate bugs." The overexcited figure goes pinball bouncing across the bathroom, looking high and low for any sign of bugs.
Rumi will finally come rushing into the bathroom, trying not to look worried or alarmed given what she was just doing in there. She will see Zoey stop her search, as she appears to be satisfied there are no bugs on the loose.
Zoey will let out a giggle while rubbing the back of her neck with a cute expression. "I guess there were not any wild bugs, but I just wanted to be sure. Sorry for barging into your room, unnie!" Then Zoey seems to catch something out of the corner of her eye on the bathroom counter. "You dropped some of your lotion on the counter. Ohhhh, you always get the nicest stuff from your brand deals. Ain't no way I am letting this go to waste!"
Rumi will watch frozen and wide eyed as Zoey scoops up some of her semen from the counter, thinking it is body lotion. She even watches as Zoey sniffs it and comes up with a "huh, not what I was expecting" sort of expression. Then she feels herself die on the inside as her beloved group member and bestie slaps it onto her milky thighs and begins to rub it in.
Zoey is thorough in getting it all over her thighs before she looks up with eyes lit up, "Ohhh, I like how this lotion feels and love that it felt warm from sitting on the counter or something. You will have to give some of that to Mira and I. Alright, I will peace out and stop bothering you! Bye!"
As Zoey jettisons herself out of the room, Rumi puts her face into her hands for the second time in the past 5 minutes and groans in disbelief, “Zoeeeey…”. Her cum is on Zoey's thighs... Why is that the most arousing thought she has ever had in her life?! Suffice to say, Rumi does not have a very productive night and spends it getting lots of practice at stroking her new penis. The entire time she thinks about her adorable and beautiful group member, imagining Zoey touching her cock and rubbing her all over. Each fantasy encounter now ends in Rumi shooting her cum all over her maknae's naked body. She is so totally going to Gwi-ma and the demon realm for her perverted transgressions.
When Rumi wakes up the next morning after her sequestered self pleasure session. She is already blushing and sporting an erection. Her dreams that night were truly diabolical, and if she didn't know better, were some sort of conscious effort to drive her crazy. Saja Boys better move over, her dreams were far more evil than they ever were.
Initially, the dream had started off very normal and was regarding some new upcoming world tour. The three of them arrived at their hotel with very little support staff, but by the time they got to the hotel room, it was just Rumi and Zoey.
From there, the dream decided to shift into teasing Rumi time before finally sicking Zoey on her. They somehow ended up on the hotel bed together and Zoey was wrestling her while on top of her. Next thing Rumi knows, Zoey is fishing her penis out and stroking while saying taunting things. Like, “Do you like me touching you like this, unnie?”, “What else should I do to you, Rumi-nim?”, or weirdly her favorite of “I cannot wait to see if you are a demon in the sheets…” The most overwhelming part of the dream had been the ending, as Zoey had begun to take off her shirt and shorts, hinting at the sexual encounter getting even more naughty.
Rumi will sigh to herself and decides to just go hop in the shower, despite her actual alarm not going off yet. Not her preference, but she will even make it a lukewarm one to try calming down. A couple minutes into the shower and she realizes quickly that the temperature is not working to help her morning stiffness.
That is when Rumi thinks of an idea to try in the shower as a method of experimentation. She begins touching herself, gripping and stroking her cock, as she begins thinking of random female celebrities. The masturbation definitely feels nice, but none of the fantasies are doing anything extra for her. Blushing some more, she will begin trying to fantasize about Mira to test the waters. Embarrassingly, she does feel like her fond feelings for her brash group member is helping more to stimulate the touching, but still nothing compared to Zoey. Again, Rumi will begin thinking about the adorable maknae, her petite body nude in this shower with her. Rumi can just imagine their passionate main rapper bent over, hands on the shower wall, and her cock sliding between her soft ass cheeks for stimulation.
Rumi lets out a groan of frustration and gasps of pleasure, as she immediately feels incredibly close to cumming. She has wanted so many things in her life, debuting in an idol group like her mother, winning a first music show which was accomplished with their debut track, and also getting to the top so that the Honmoon could be turned golden. Yet, all of those weirdly pale in comparison to how much Rumi wants to imagine cumming all over Zoey's cute ass and her lightly toned back. The orgasm is just moments away and Rumi's avid imagination is practically making it seem like the half Korean/half American is here pleasuring her.
To say that Rumi jumps out of her skin is an understatement, as she hears a knock at her bathroom door this time, before hearing a muffled stream of comments and apologies from the very person she is imagining in the shower.
Zoey quickly speaks after knocking as if to defend herself for doing so, “Heyyyy, Ruru! Sorry, I knocked on your bedroom door but you hadn't answered so I figured you would be in the shower and I normally would have just let you be, but Mira was scary and told me that we need to leave for the studio to do the actual recording of the song from Namsum Tower and we cannot be late after all of the Idol Award nonsense. Please don't murder me but we have to be out the door in 10! K, love you and because I said that you are not allowed to kill me for interrupting your relaxing shower. Right, I might be rambling a bit. Bye and see you in a few!”
Rumi freezes throughout the word vomit that Zoey is expelling, her new appendage having the gall to throb at the sound of Zoey's bombastic and adorable sounding voice. When she finally hears Zoey rush off and the guilt hits her, she lets out a whimper of frustration. The final decision appears to be that the embarrassment makes her erection go away in her first diagnosed case of blue balls. Something odd seems to bubble in her throat as she feels her chest get tight and her fists ball up, “Aiiiiish, whyl!” (Resounding in a surprise bout of her demonic tone) Suffice to say, Rumi is showered and dressed within minutes, trying her best not to look suspicious or frustrated.
Zoey rushes from the bathroom door after telling Rumi they have to leave soon and finds herself a little intrigued being her leader's private sanctum. Rumi's room is very clean and comfy yet sparsely decorated and nothing in the room is overtly extravagant. There are some photos of Hunt/ix on the nightstand and dresser that make Zoey feel all kinds of nostalgic, some of the group's fondest scenes. Their debut showcase. The first music show win. The first concert in Seoul. A random amazing day they spent in Japan during their first concert tour there.
Moving on and looking at the queen sized bed, rightly chosen based on the name, Zoey will see the comforter and sheets appear to be so soft and inviting. Zoey will look around and decide to tempt fate by gently laying down onto Rumi's bed. She melts right into it, as she sighs in bliss. Immediately, she will catch a whiff of what is unmistakably Rumi's scent of lavender, vanilla, and sandalwood, on her pillow. She has no idea why, but she finds warmth rushing to her cheeks. Perhaps she is just feeling embarrassed at doing something so weird in someone else's room while they are just off showering in their bathroom.
Zoey will be jolted out of her weird, cuddle-smelling field trip to Rumi's bed as she hears Rumi exclaim something in her demonic sounding voice from the shower. She swiftly slides out of the bed with an honest-to-god ‘eep’ as she sprints out of the room while thinking to herself, ‘How could Rumi have possibly known I was loitering…’, ‘Does Rumi have like demon x-ray vision or something?’, and also ‘Is it weird that I think her demon scream is kind of hot…’
(2 days later)
Zoey is fairly certain she has settled on her first plan of action to try getting through to Rumi, and bringing about a new age of friendship and sisterhood within Huntr/x. It only took four of her prized notebooks from her latest 20 pack, but it was totally worth it!
All she needs to do, is bring back one of the trio's favorite methods of hanging out from before the latest events. Nothing brought the three younger idols together more than cuddling up and watching a movie together on their couch. Ah, the good Ole Couch Time. Such a classic and perfect for this. And the best part? When she brought it up to the two via group chat, they both immediately agreed to it for tonight! This is so gonna work, her plans always do!
(8 hours later during the evening)
Zoey is so incredibly excited for the super duper fun, cuddle couch time. She couldn't help it and ended up ordering so many different things from mobile apps. The counter is covered in things from burgers and fries, to kimbap and ramyeon, and boba tea and yakitori. She is also not a monster and popped some butter popcorn, a literal necessity for a movie night.
Zoey will fiddle with her neon green short shorts and loose white tank top, nervously hoping she doesn't look too comfy and plain. There really shouldn't be anything for her to worry about… But easier said than done when you have literal fashion icons for flatmates and group members.
The quiet is interrupted as both Mira and Rumi will walk into the living room from the hallway that leads to their rooms. Mira is wearing a stylish black ruffled skirt and a light purple off shoulder crewneck sweatshirt, and Zoey thinks she looks so cute. She gulps when she takes in what Rumi is wearing, which should not cause her to react in such a way. Rumi is in a pair of tight sweatpants that literally hug her thighs and butt, and a halter tank top that shows some weirdly alluring abs and cleavage. How in the heavens had Mira and her not had metaphorical popcorn gushing from their eyes when eyeing their leader? Plus, her mind is not remotely ready to address just how sexy Rumi's iridescent blue patterns are, which weave and coil around her torso, arms, and legs.
Zoey will clear her throat and will try to sound normal despite her voice wanting to pitch up, “H-heyyy, what's up party people? Ready to get our cheesy horror movie on?! Let's do it!” She regretted how over enthusiastic she sounded right away, but she knows she is just being self conscious in front of the two angels in her group.
Mira will mumble a tired ‘hey’ and grab some food while collapsing onto the long part of the couch, which will leave the ‘L’ section open, the part that is perfect for cuddling. Both Zoey and Rumi will make eye contact with each other for a few moments, a dusting of red on both of their cheeks. Mira will sigh and look up at the two of them and say in a deadpan neutral tone, “If the two of you don't get on this couch with some food and start this movie, I will flay you like a filet…”
Zoey and Rumi's expressions both turn to concern, overshadowing the intense embarrassment, as they grab some food. There is an awkward game of getting in each other's way for a few moments before they settle on the couch. The two of them are snuggled up together, in the way that Mira and Zoey always used to since Rumi avoided being touchy to protect her secret of being a demonling.
Without thinking about it too much, Zoey will calm herself down and focus on the food and the movie. There is no way Rumi's objectively nice body and wonderful mixture of scents is going to distract her.. or at least that is what she is telling herself.
Rumi is in hell.
Is the place where demons come from hell? Maybe it is similar or they are synonymous.
One thing is for certain, she is practically gritting her teeth and biting her own tongue to keep her current anatomy in check. Rumi has to wonder if Mira somehow knows she has been masturbating while thinking about their maknae, the timing is just too fucking comical.
When Zoey is squealing and recoiling in horror, despite the movie being so dated, Rumi manages to get a sniff of scents that Zoey uses. Tangerines and Pomegranates.. Almost sickeningly sweet, yet on her it is just delightful. Everything begins to go shit at the climax point of the movie, so aptly named.
Zoey gets utterly spooked by a jumpscare and she shifts back away from the TV, only putting her even more onto Rumi's lap. Immediately Zoey looks back with an apologetic look and says sorry for her being so heavy. Rumi waves her hands disarming while feeling the need to defend their maknae's physical perception of herself, “You don't have to apologize, you are perfect and you are not heavy. You just surprised me…” And you are resting on my new penis… That last part remains unsaid of course.
Zoey will grin widely, looking truly happy with the current situation. That leads to the excitable rapper wiggling into Rumi as if she is expressing just how comfortable she is. Rumi's eyes widen to saucers as she knows that there is no way she can resist awakening to that type of movement.
Blood begins to slowly drip into her mouth as she bites too hard onto her tongue, Rumi struggling to hold in a groan of delight. The battle was harder than most demon fights, but she loses it and before she can even think about throwing Zoey off of her.
Zoey has got to be the luckiest girl in the world being in a Kpop group with gals like Ruru and Mimi, the best besties in the world! Nothing could stop Zoey from snuggling in pure contentment, even if she knows that her fearless leader might actually be a little scared of skinship. Thinking about it, Rumi does feel incredibly stiff right now, not even remotely relaxed.
And that is when something that shocks Zoey to her very core and confuses, excites, and changes her very being. A brush is what it starts as. And then, Zoey's butt is getting pressed into by some sort of thing under her causing her to ‘eep’ in shock.
Mira can be heard across the room snickering and saying in her playful, unique even tone, “Ohhhh my gawd, that was not even scary. You are such a baby, Zoe.”
Usually, that kind of verbal comment would turn into a playful insult fight, but Zoey just ignores it and looks over her back in stunned silence. She sees a bulge in Rumi's tight sweats and it is currently pressing between her cheeks. Her mouth drops in a way that makes her jaw feel like it disconnected, her gaze slowly turning upwards. When the two pair of eyes meet, all that is felt is disbelief and embarrassment. Zoey will see that Rumi is gesturing for her to get up while mouthing ‘I'm so sorry’.
Without a way to explain it, Zoey will decide to uncharacteristically ignore Rumi's requests and she keeps on watching the movie. Everytime there is a jump scare or something excited that makes her turn to gush to Mira, she decides to over emphasize each movement, grinding her butt against Rumi's um… against her…against her cock. Just that thought sends her reeling. And she thinks she even got to find out first, as there is no way Mira knows. Zoey knows she should move, but she just doesn't. Maybe she is a demon too…
Rumi is trying to keep a straight face, but the last thing she feels is straight right now. In the small time that she has had her new appendage between her legs, it has never felt so stimulated or at home. Clearly not paying attention to the movie anymore, all Rumi can focus on is not making any mortifying sounds. Oh, and not moving a centimeter as well.
The movie continues to play and Rumi cannot hold back a question at this point, especially as Zoey begins to squirm in her lap. She leans forward to whisper urgently in the dastardly rapper's ear, not realizing that pushes her even more flush against her. “Zoe! W-what are you d-doing? Shouldn't you just get out of my lap?”
When Zoey registers the question, there is a moment where her face heats up in a blush, but she doesn't move away, nor does she stop her wiggling. There are a few moments of incredulity threatening to burst in Rumi's chest, but that is when Zoey will finally respond, “I'm not doing anything other than cuddling with my friend. There is no way I am leaving. Unless, I am making you uncomfortable…”
The growls and swear words that rush through Rumi's head are palpable, yet she inexplicably keeps silent, not voicing any discomfort despite her mind saying she should, to protect herself.
Of course, Zoey seems to take that as silent acceptance. Zoey stops moving her whole body, but instead, the petite rapper starts to gyrate her ass slowly into Rumi's crotch in an obvious, purposeful manner. The squeaks that erupt from Rumi's mouth are utterly embarrassing and Zoe even laughs when she hears it. Rumi now wonders if it is too late to ask if Gwi Ma can grant her sanctuary away from the truly dangerous one.
Zoey's mind is a jumble of so many thoughts and desires. How is she supposed to keep herself in check after finding this out… ‘Rumi has a big, thick, and erect cock.’ And now it is pressing against her in the most delicious way possible.
To be honest, lately, she has been struggling to resist wanting to explore her sexuality. Being raised in America for half of her life led to having a different kind of mindset on sex, but being in a Korean idol group led to her tempering all of that. The recent events with Saja Boys and Mystery mostly showed she was getting desperate for intimacy.
And now… she is in the exact perfect situation to get to do that, conveniently and safely on her living room couch. ‘Woah, Rumi is making such cute gasps under her breath. Her dick is so amazing. Why am I feeling so attracted to her right now? This so so wronnnng of me!’ Zoey will feel a pair of hands shoot to her sides, touching bare skin right above her waistline. The touches immediately make goosebumps run all over her body, quickly giving her a potential answer to her wondering bisexuality. Oh god, Zoey is certainly thinking she likes women and more specifically Rumi… She is going to be in soooo much trouble.
The last thing that Zoey feels before her face goes headfirst into the couch cushion, is a choked gasp of a barely restrained sob and a muttered ‘Sorry, don't feel good..’ from what sounds like Rumi. There is a blur of movement in her peripherals and then the slamming of a door in the hallway.
Shit! Fuck! Yikes, Zoey screwed that up big time. Absolutely demolished it. People always say when she does her rapping that she goes hard. Guess that applies to her catastrophes too. Despite that, Zoey will make eye contact with Mira who is staring at her with an unreadable expression. She feels her body give a natural and hopefully nonchalant looking shrug. Afterwards, Mira looks to be suspicious but doesn't say anything further. Zoey hopes that Rumi is okay, and she didn't ruin anything by being her usual, irresponsible self.
(A few moments earlier from Rumi's perspective)
This literally cannot be happening, is the raging thought that is going through Rumi's head. Earlier in her room, she had already planned to hide this next new secret from everyone, falling into the comfort of keeping her freakishness, her insecurities, to herself. Everything was so well thought out, yet it was her lax attitude, her lull since the new Honmoon, that ruined everything. The more and more her mind spiraled in a descent in the deepest depth of sabotaging thoughts and self-criticism, the more doomed she felt. Burning began to reach her eyes as she decided that her life, her friendships, and career were all over. As if being a demon was not enough, Rumi is just an overachiever.
Without being able to resist, all Rumi remembers is swinging her arms, before feeling anything on or around her go flinging onto couch. Then, sprinting to her room as she manages to mutter, “Sorry, don't feel good.” Rumi collides with her door to her room in the hallway, not even managing to have a single thought to look back at her friends. Scrambling in and slamming the door, she instantly begins hyperventilating as she rushes to her shower. Turning on the hot water while sliding down the tiled wall, leaves the idol breathless and bawling.
“No one will ever love me… I'm such a freak.”
Zoey sighs and tries to think about anything besides what just happened and Rumi. She can't. It just isn't possible. All she can think to herself, ‘I think I love Rumi… How do I show her she is such a special person?’