A/N: Here's the new Chapter! Which also means the next FIVE chapters are up on my Patreon for early access!

Me: "Alright, we're going to get back to Jinu in this chapter, just gotta do a quick little Bobby POV as a jumping off point! Five hundred, no, three hundred words at most! That's all Bobby gets!"

Bobby: "And I took that personally."

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Bobby wakes up in the morning feeling… he wouldn't say well rested, because that would be a lie. But he definitely feels better, especially when he looks down and sees the girls sprawled all over the floor in front of the couch in one big cuddle pile.

Rumi is in the center just like always, her mouth opened ever so slightly. Mira meanwhile is sprawled on her back like a starfish to one side of the purple haired girl, one arm and leg draped over Rumi's torso and thigh. And Zoey is clinging to Rumi's other side like a koala cub, holding her tightly as all three of them sleep relatively peacefully.

From the look of things they'd dragged pretty much all of their bedding out of their rooms and into the living room. Likely so that they could be on hand in case something happened.

… In case demons wearing his face showed up to try and replace him again.

Bobby sits with that for a moment before letting out a slow exhale. Demons were real. Souls were real. And he'd almost lost his last night because… because the monsters that the girls fought day in and day out were hoping to use him to get to them.

He's not mad that they kept this from him. Okay, maybe a little miffed. But at the same time, Bobby gets it. He was close to his girls, closer than any manager and idol group probably should be, but that doesn't mean they don't all have their secrets.

For instance, Bobby first noticed Rumi's obsession with long sleeves and high collars a long time ago. The PR team spun it as modesty of course, what with Rumi having been born to the last generation of idols and raised by the single remaining Sunlight Sister. When Celine was an idol, long sleeves and high collars were still very much 'the norm', so it made sense right?

Except Bobby knew better. As the girls' manager, he'd had a front row seat over the years as Rumi had gone from covering up just a bit more than the other two girls… to covering up a lot more than the other two girls. Every tour, the sleeves on her costumes had to be a little longer, the neck a little higher.

The Golden Costume was the worst one yet if he was being honest with himself, despite also being the most beautiful. It had the same arm coverage as the yellow jacket she'd worn for the World Tour, but also an even higher neck to the top underneath.

It scared Bobby, of course it did. He had even gone to Celine about it, afraid that Rumi was hurting herself. But Celine… Celine knew something. She'd assured Bobby that Rumi wasn't doing anything like what he thought she might be doing. That it wasn't what he was afraid of, that Rumi was doing amazing, better than ever. And then she'd told him to leave it. And seeing as she raised the girl… Bobby did.

Of course, Rumi was just the tip of the iceberg. Zoey and Mira both had their own issues and insecurities that Bobby did his best to pretend like he didn't see, while supporting them all with everything he has.

Zoey often got caught up in her own head, assuming the worst of every little interaction. Whenever she got too happy, too excited, too giddy, she would stop and wonder if she was being too much for those around her. Bobby did his best to make sure she never thought that with him and Rumi and Mira did their part too but…

Mira, meanwhile, was still so very distant. Oh, Bobby was sure that she loved her bandmates as much as they loved her. And he was pretty sure she was even fond of him. But he knew her family history. He knew she was still afraid of letting people in, terrified that they would abandon her just like her original family.

And don't even get him started on what was going on between Zoey and Mira. The touching he'd seen the two of them engage in when they thought nobody was looking was decidedly NOT platonic, even if it never truly crossed the line into inappropriate. And the way they both looked at Rumi with such longing in their eyes…

Yeah. Bobby did his best not to pry too hard. He only wanted to make sure the girls were happy, safe, and knew they were cared for.

… But it wasn't enough. He wasn't enough. He-

A quiet 'buzz' causes Bobby to blink and reach for his phone without even looking. To his surprise, it's on the couch right next to him and it only takes a moment for him to free an arm from the cocoon the girls have wrapped him in so he can grab it. One of them must have made sure it was in arm's reach before they fell asleep. Probably Zoey, she had just as bad of an addiction to her phone as he did.

Though, Bobby's 'addiction' to his phone comes with the rather massive caveat that ninety-nine percent of what he uses it for is work-related. His entire job revolves around social media and contracts and sorting out things like travel, venue locations, and all that boring stuff so the girls don't have to deal with it.

Frankly, it's almost a relief to unlock his phone and start working his way through notifications and messages and the like. It's a familiar grind, a rhythm if you will that Bobby feels like he's been doing all his life at this point.

Of course, that rhythm hits a discordant note when he reaches a message he got a few hours ago from Celine. She must have been burning the candle at both ends again to have been up that late at night… or rather, up that early in the morning.

Celine: Bobby, Rumi let me know what almost happened and what they had to tell you. We'll talk about it later, alright?

And then, sent a couple minutes later…

Celine: I'm glad you're okay.

Bobby can't help smiling. That's just like Celine really. She cared, but she sometimes had to be reminded to show it. Though most of the time, like this instance, she managed to remember herself. In the end, shaking his head in amusement, he shoots back a quick message.

Bobby: Hey Celine. Yeah we really should talk. Now that I know, I want to help out more in any way I possibly can. The girls could really use the extra support.

He's not expecting a message back any time soon, obviously. Based on when she sent the first two, she should be asleep by this point. Except before he can even move away from the text conversation, he gets a response.

Celine: Understood.

Bobby gapes at the phone for a long moment, every fiber of his being wanting to shoot off a message telling Celine that she needs to go the fuck to bed. But… they don't have that kind of relationship. Not even he and the girls have that kind of relationship if he's being honest. Bobby is there to support them, not order them around.

He tells them where they're needed, what their itinerary is like… but he doesn't tell them what to do. That's been the somewhat unusual arrangement since the very beginning when Celine first hired him. His role as manager is to give them all the room they need to be the best they can be. It's not to micromanage them.

Sometimes… sometimes he's really tempted to try though. Letting out another sigh, he just shakes his head and goes back to clearing his notifications. Until he hits another weird one… a message from the PR Team asking him if they should do anything about 'this'.

'This' turns out to be a video uploaded to multiple different fan-run HUNTR/X communities online. The video is titled "Homeless Busker sings Huntrix Songs BETTER THAN HUNTRIX?!?!?!" and currently has over a hundred thousand views in less than twenty-four hours. Nothing too viral, but still rising as well.

Now, Bobby is no stranger to clickbait or ragebait. He almost clicks right off of it and tells the PR team to let it go. It will only hurt the girls' image if it comes out that they're sending out DMCA takedowns of random videos of people doing covers of their songs.

But… something makes him pause. And after a moment, Bobby fishes an earbud out of one of his pockets so that he can listen to the video's contents without waking any of the girls.

The video starts with a small crowd gathered around a handsome young man sitting on a park bench with a bipa, a Korean lute, held in his hands. The person recording the video is clearly trying to be sneaky, holding their phone up between two other people like they're hiding it from the singer.

The guy definitely doesn't seem to notice he's being filmed as he starts playing. Bobby twitches at the familiar notes of Golden, albeit much transformed by only having a lute to play them, drifting into his ear. And then the man begins to sing.

"She was a ghost, she was alone

어두워진 앞길 속에 (ah)

Given the throne, she didn't know how to believe

she was the queen that she's meant to be"

It continues from there and Bobby learns a couple of things as the song goes on. One, the video title was one hundred percent clickbait slash ragebait just like Bobby had thought. The guy isn't bad, but he's no HUNTR/X. He's not singing better than any of Bobby's girls, that's for sure.

Two, even still, he's better than Bobby is expecting. And the way he transforms the song, changing the lyrics so it's like he's talking about Rumi, Zoey, and Mira rather than singing it from their point of view… it's surprising how good he makes it sound.

And three, this man, whoever he is, is making Golden sound far… sadder than its supposed to be. There's a note of melancholy in his voice, even for the more upbeat parts like 'We're going up, up, up, it's our moment' and 'Gonna be, gonna be golden'. Like he doesn't really BELIEVE in the lyrics…

Bobby isn't sure he likes it. In fact, the longer he listens, the more his heart squeezes tight in his chest and his eyes narrow. This guy… just because he has a good singing voice doesn't give him a right to mess with his girls and their music like this!

But even as the song comes to an end and Bobby is preparing to click off the video and forget all about it, he hesitates. And so he gets to watch as the man with the bipa sets it aside and rises to his feet, bowing at the waist to the crowd.

"Thank you for listening to my music. If any of you can spare a few won so that I may eat today, it would be greatly appreciated."

It's not the words themselves that make Bobby go still even as he watches people go forward and fill what looks to be an upside down hat to the brim with won notes. No, it's the voice. When the man was singing, it was one thing. But once he started talking normally, it became unmistakably familiar.

That man… has the same voice as the Jeoseung Saja who saved Bobby's life last night. And looking a bit closer… he's wearing the same exact sleeveless HUNTR/X shirt as well. And the gat, the traditional Korean hat that he's using to collect won… the Saja had that on as well.

Bobby's mouth opens… and then closes as he stares at the screen. Slowly, his eyes drift to the girls, still asleep on the floor of the penthouse. He should… wake them. He should tell them. Right? So why is he hesitating? Why is he holding himself back?

His mind goes back to the conversation they'd had last night. Rumi, Mira, and Zoey had been fighting demons for years now as the latest generation of hunters. They'd fought and killed all types and they assured him that Jeoseung Saja weren't 'real' so much as they were just another type of demons who killed people and sent souls to their Demon King, Gwi-Ma.

When he'd asked why one saved him then, they couldn't give him a proper answer. Zoey and Mira had looked uncertain, but Rumi… Rumi had been convinced the Saja was still bad news. That he had ulterior motives in protecting Bobby and they needed to figure them out.

And yet… he'd saved Bobby's life. He'd saved Bobby's soul. And… and Bobby needed answers if he was going to help the girls out more with the demon side of things going forward. And it seemed to him, from what little he'd seen so far, that despite being hunters, Rumi, Mira, and Zoey didn't know everything.

… Besides, who could say whether this was even the same guy or not? It could just be a coincidence. Bobby didn't want to accidentally sick a trio of trained demon hunters on some random homeless busker just on a hunch, did he?

No. No he didn't. He'd… check it out himself first. To make sure.

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It's around midday and Jinu is once again in the park, playing for a crowd. A crowd that seems to be growing bigger by the day if he's being honest. But that's okay. It's still less than a hundred people, so it's not like he's taking anything from HUNTR/X. He won't let a repeat of the Saja Boys happen where they stole so many fans and further weakened the Honmoon right when Rumi was at her lowest.

And besides, Jinu refuses to play anything but HUNTR/X songs anyways. He's even gotten requests for him to do other bands, other groups. Like that TWICE girl group and their hit single 'Strategy'. Jinu had refused the request of course.

Not only did he not actually KNOW any modern music aside from HUNTR/X music (and the two songs he and the Saja Boys had crafted), but he had also no desire to play anything aside from Rumi and her girls' music. It was their music that strengthened the Honmoon after all. And even if the current Honmoon wasn't HIS Honmoon, it was still better than nothing. Better than letting Gwi-Ma have a chance to run rampant.

As his latest rendition of one of the other songs from the same album as 'How It's Done' comes to a close, Jinu lets out a soft breath and sits back on the bench, taking a moment for himself.

Even though he doesn't actually ask them to this time, the watching crowd seem to take that as their cue to step forward, dropping won notes into his upturned hat at a frequency that also seems to be increasing by the day, to be honest.

It makes him feel a little guilty, to be making a profit off of the hunters' music. But at the same time, he needs to eat. Besides, it's only until Jinu can figure out how to help Rumi and her girls make the Rainbow Honmoon. Once he's done that, he'll figure something else out. Or maybe he won't be needed at all anymore…

"Nice voice."

Jinu freezes in place, eyes widening as he looks up to see a rather short man standing in front of him, dropping a fifty thousand won bill into his hat. The man is currently wearing a jacket and a ball cap of his own, one that mostly conceals his identity… but not from Jinu. Not this close.

Tilting his head up ever so slightly, Bobby smiles a thin smile at whatever he sees in Jinu's shocked expression.

"Think we should talk, you and I."

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A/N: Alright, NOW we're going to be able to get back to a full Jinu's POV next chapter lmfao. I really do intend to have him be the main character of this fic, but Rumi is just too deliciously angsty at the moment and Bobby is kind of doing whatever the fuck he wants now apparently.

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