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The Saja Boys had been like cotton candy; nice to look at, pretty and sweet, but a mediocre disappointment and ultimately unsatisfying.
It drove Mira nuts that people still talked about them. Especially in relation to Huntr/x. The memes and jokes were fine. Annoying, but fine. There was some truth after all to the whole 'Huntr/x murdered them' meme.
It was the more serious articles and questions that infuriated her. The rumors. Stupid Baby Shit™ and god she hated that part of the fan base. If she was pregnant, no she wouldn't be.
Okay, so she liked her men vapid and hot. Mira admitted that. Most of her male crushes fit those categories. Himbos were safe.
And sure, the Saja Boys were pretty. But they'd messed with Rumi and had immediately been put on Mira's carefully curated shit list —current occupants included but not limited to: Zoey's dad, Celine, a Miromabby Tiktok account and a twelve year old in Gimhwa— abs or not, and that was before they knew they were demons.
That last part was also annoying. Attracted to the enemy. She couldn't exactly fault Rumi for the whole Jinu thing, even if she was (im)patiently waiting for Rumi to be willing to talk about it.
And she wanted to know how they knew how to laser target the three of them that way. Did Gwi-Ma have socials?
Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out, blinking at a message from Zoey. A picture of her, with the caption 'Kitten Thinks Of Nothing But Murder All Day.'
Mira snorted, "Seriously?"
"You have been kind of grumpy lately," Zoey noted. She was currently sitting next to the turtle's tank, scribbling in a notebook as she watched the animal sunbathe.
Standing next to Zoey, Rumi snickered, "It's a pretty accurate headline. You're pretty kitten adjacent."
"And you definitely think of murder all day," Zoey agreed.
"Oh I'm thinking about murder all right." Mira dropped her phone into her lap, "Thanks for stopping me from actually murdering that host last week."
"You should stay off your phone a bit." Rumi came over, moving behind the couch and putting her hands on Mira's shoulders. She started to rub, "This Abby crap will pass."
"I know. It's still annoying."
"It's a mystery." Zoey held up her hands, sweeping them out, "What happened to the Saja Boys?? People will talk about that for years and we're unfortunately kinda tied to it. Or it's tied to us."
"Like rotting fish," Mira grumbled, but she started to relax as Rumi worked her strong fingers into a knot on her back. Her head tilted back and she groaned.
"We'll just have to get people talking about us some other way," Rumi kissed the top of her head, then climbed over the couch and slid down it next to her.
A moment later, Zoey joined them.
Mira supposed it was her turn in the middle and her general Murder Kitten™ mood was quickly fading, "That's always been the worst part. The fishbowl. Eyes everywhere. Fans can get so rabid, it's a miracle we have as much privacy as we do."
"Just focus on the part where everyone is thirsting over you carrying us. There's lots of arguing over if you were grabbing our butts or not."
"I was, but go on."
Zoey grinned at her. "And there's a Rumi Parkour meme going around."
She whipped out her phone to show them, "See, uncomfortable question, then a blurry image of Rumi jumping off a building. There's an entire thing where people do their own take and parkour, too."
Rumi laughed, "Bobby sent me a video compilation."
"I like the fail compilations." Zoey giggled, scooting closer and sticking her chin onto Mira's shoulder, "See? Much better than gorgeous sexy dreamy boys."
"Demons," Rumi reminded her.
"You're half-demon and you're insanely sexy," Mira pointed out, bring out a sweet smile from Rumi that made her heart want to do flips.
Zoey sighed, "Mystery's eyes were like… well kind of like Rumi's actually." She sat back up, "And he had Mira's chin."
Mira turned and stared at her, then swiveled her head around to stare at Rumi, "Fuck me."
Rumi gave her a confused look.
"You've got sexy abs," Zoey said in a stage whisper. "And a similar face shape, come to think of it."
Looking between them, Rumi held up her hands, "But neither of you look anything like Jinu."
"Zoey's ass."
"Mira's legs."
Rumi's mouth snapped shut and she had a thousand yard stare, "I still don't know how I actually felt about him…"
Mira put her hand on Rumi's arm, "Do you want to talk about it?"
Shaking her head, Rumi smiled, "Some day."
"So are we going to talk about the fact Gwi-Ma like custom tailored the Saja Boys to attract us by lifting traits from us?" Zoey asked.
"No."
"Never."
"Not happening."
"Moving on."
"Okay that's fair," Zoey nodded.
Mira's eyes rolled so far back she could see the kitchen. Maybe they should just make out on stage. With tongue. She could ride Rumi during a set.
Fuck, now she wanted to ride Rumi during a set.
"Anyway, I think the Mirabby fever has died down a bit." Zoey said, scrolling through her phone, "I guess the current rumor is that Rumi's pregnant with Jinu's baby."
Rumi clutched Mira's arm, "No!"
Tilting her head, Zoey gave Rumi the most shit-eating grin Mira had ever seen. She grabbed onto Rumi as Rumi tried to launch herself at Zoey.
Hands flailing at Zoey, Rumi gasped, "Death by tickles!"
"Okay, actually," Mira let Rumi go and Zoey squealed as she was tackled, then started to laugh hysterically, squirming and writhing. Mira leaned her chin on her hand, not moving to help either of them.
This was good, she thought. Jinu wasn't as sore a topic as she'd feared. They'd get Rumi to open up about him when she was ready.
"Miiiraaaa heeeelp!"
"You earned this," Mira replied, a grin spreading across her face.
If the Saja Boys were cotton candy, then her girls were a home cooked meal. Filling, comforting, something made with love and companionship and deeply satisfying. And like all the best home cooked meals, made with help.
Mira wriggled her fingers and tickled Rumi.
"BETRAYED!"