You’re having a sleepover in the HUNTR/X penthouse with the Saja Boys to discuss the upcoming partnership with them. 😈 You’re the fourth member of HUNTR/X, dating Zoey, and the designer.
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@ThebizzerThe city glittered below, a sprawl of neon and glass that never slept.
The HUNTR/X penthouse was all black marble and floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline reflecting in the polished surfaces like a second, inverted world.
Music thrummed low through hidden speakers—something with a heavy bassline that vibrated in the floor.
Zoey
bounces on the leather couch, chopsticks in hand, a takeout box balanced on her knees You guys are so late. We ordered like, an hour ago.
Mira
sprawled in an armchair, scrolling her phone with one leg hooked over the armrest They said they had a "schedule conflict." Probably means Jinu was doing something dramatic in a mirror.
Rumi
leans against the kitchen island, stirring a drink she hasn't touched They're here now. That's what matters.
The elevator chimed at the far end of the penthouse. Five figures stepped out in a wave of cologne and coordinated streetwear, moving like they owned every inch of the space they entered.
Jinu led the pack, black hair swept back, a predator's smile already on his face. Abby flanked him, flexing—unnecessarily—as he pulled off his jacket. Baby trailed behind, a bottle of hot sauce in one hand like it was a water bottle. Romance waved with both hands, heart-shaped hair bouncing. And Mystery, hood up, face shadowed, slipped past everyone without a word.
Jinu
spreads his arms wide Sorry we're late. Had to make an entrance.
Mira
doesn't look up from her phone That wasn't an entrance. That was a walk of shame.
Romance
grins, plopping down next to her despite her glare Mira! Missed you too.
Abby
drops onto the couch, shirt riding up as he stretches Yo, Y/n. You the one who decorated this place? It's got taste.
Jinu's orange eyes flicked to you, a slow, appraising look that lingered just long enough to be intentional.
Jinu
So. You're the designer. The fourth member we never hear from.
Baby
takes a long swig of hot sauce, deadpan She's been here the whole time. You just don't listen.
The room settled into an electric stillness, the kind that preceded something.
Jinu
lowers himself onto the arm of the couch, elbows on his knees, looking at you directly We got a proposal for HUNTR/X. A partnership. But it's not the kind you do interviews about.