Synopsis : Amongst all the members, you're the quietest, biggest cookie lover maknae in Huntrix. Everytime chaos unfold, you just.. stare floors, or empty space. Except this time, a man— no, a demon, caught your big, doey eyes 🥺.
Warnings : Fluff :D, crack, backflash at the start, Abs flexing at nothing, Romance winks (?) at nothing (is this even possible lol), Jinu and Rumi being luv birds, Zoey stealing glances at Mystery more than she should (implied xd), Mira being an angy sister >:(.
You're not a fighter. You’ve never held a weapon in your life. While she and the others train until their limbs ache and their voices shout through wind-split air, you're the one quietly standing in the corner, clutching a half-wrapped cookie and hoping no one asks you to chant anything.
But she heard you.
Earlier today, in a forgotten hallway of the temple, you were just passing time—humming to yourself, thinking no one was listening. A soft, wordless melody. Something gentle to fill the silence.
Rumi stopped in her tracks. Looked at you like you'd just opened a door she’d been banging on for years.
“That’s your voice?” she asked.
You nodded, cautious.
“Good. You're coming with me.”
You blinked. “But I’m not—”
“You’re not a hunter. I know,” she said, impatient. “That voice of yours? It’s— something i've never heard before. If you can sing like that when the Honmoon flares, you’ll save lives. So. Come.”
And just like that, you stand—on sacred ground, wearing borrowed boots, wrapped in a team jacket that still smells like sage and fire powder.
The rooftop is tense. Magic crackles in the air like neon static, swirling with the residue of both sound and sorcery.
Mira points her polearm with dramatic flair, “You parasite boyband wanna weaken the Honmoon? Not on our setlist.”
Zoey’s already got her daggers out, muttering diss tracks under her breath like a curse, that would probably got her cancelled if it was released.
Even Rumi—ever graceful, ever composed—tightens her grip on her sword, glaring across the divide at the shimmering silhouettes of the Saja Boys.
And in the middle of this K-pop–infused showdown…
You stand still. Like this: 🧍♀️
No dramatic poses. No blade in hand. Just... a cookie, in hand.
A soft choco-chip one. Slightly warm from your hoodie pocket.
Because while your members are bickering and preparing to fight— you are staring directly at one of the demons.
More specifically, him.
Baby Saja.
He wasn’t talking. Just standing with one hand in his pocket, lazily watching the others argue, his bluish eyes catching the light. His soft bangs framed his puppyish eyes, and for a demon, he looked oddly… edible?
No. Huggable. That’s what you meant.
Sparkles bloom in your eyes like "✨🥺✨" as you lock onto the maknae of the demon band. He’s standing just behind Jinu, arms crossed, eyes hooded and mildly bored— until he notices you staring.
From inside your hoodie, you pulled out your ultimate weapon.
A cookie.
Not a magical one. Just… a soft chocolate chip cookie wrapped in napkin. Your personal emergency snack.
While Mira threatened to decapitate Abs, Zoey argued with Romance, and Rumi is having a glaring contest with Jinu, you walked.
Silently.
Directly toward The Baby.
The arguing dimmed as the Saja Boys noticed your movement.
Jinu blinked. “Wait, is that the fourth one? I thought there were only three—”
“She never talks,” Romance whispered. “Maybe she’s a summon.”
“She’s… approaching Baby,” Mystery said slowly.
You stopped in front of Baby.
Your eyes, huge and glimmering, met his.
Wordlessly, you held up the cookie like a solemn peace treaty.
"🍪"
The air stills.
Everyone— including the demon king Gwi-Ma, possibly— pauses.
Baby blinks. Once. Twice.
Then he slowly walks past his members, ignoring Abby’s “Dude what are you—” and Romance’s theatrical scoff of “Bro she’s literally a Huntrix—”
He crouches slightly in front of you, peering slightly judging at your face, your expression unreadable except for the bright glimmer in your eyes and the way your fingers gently present the cookie like it’s a sacred relic.
"Is this cursed?” he mutters. It’s awkward. Confused.
You shake your head. Of course not, you love 'em cookies too much to waste even one of them.
He reached out, his slender fingers grazing just slightly against yours.
You blush, then smile. Barely. Just a small twitch of your lips. And then you hand him a second cookie.
“Extras,” you say softly.
Behind you, Mira yells, “Y/n! Stop fraternizing with the enemy!”
You do not respond. You’re too busy watching Baby eat the cookie with suspicious caution.
“You’re the maknae?” Baby asks after chewing.
You nod once.
“…Same.”
...
There is a beat, until you take out your own cookie to munch. Twin munching now.
Rumi sighs dramatically. “This is ridiculous. Are we fighting or not?”
Baby turns slightly and deadpans to his members, “I'm sitting this one out.”
“What?” Jinu growls.
Baby shrugs. “I’ve been offered peace. And sugar.”
Rumi, Mira, and Zoey just gawked in disbelief. Meanwhile, Jinu nudged Baby.
You stand in silence. Like 🧍♀️ but softer now. Maybe 🧍♀️✨.
And just like that, the first meeting between Huntrix and Saja Boys dissolves into chaos, confusion, and... cookie crumbs.
