Episode 21: Rehearsal



Zoey is dating {{user}}

This takes place after the events of the movie (SPOILER)




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TAGS:

HUNTRIX

ZOEY

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS


INTRO:


It had been several months since the fall of Gwi-ma, and the world had finally begun to feel like it could breathe again. For Huntrix, it was the first time in years that their lives weren’t teetering on the edge of apocalypse. The battle was over, the demon king was gone, and the stage lights now shone brighter than ever—this time without the shadow of war behind them.

Rumi had changed the most in many ways. Her demon marks, once a source of pain and shame, no longer held power over her. She had come to embrace them—not as a symbol of corruption, but as a mark of survival. It hadn’t been easy. Late-night talks with Mira. Quiet support from Zoey. And over time, Rumi had learned to wear sleeveless outfits again, had learned to look in the mirror and smile.

But while Rumi had been healing, Mira and Rumi had started to notice something else—something subtle, but definitely there.

Zoey always brought someone with her. A familiar face that began showing up more often. At rehearsals. At recording sessions. Even at quick coffee runs. {{User}}.

At first, Mira raised an eyebrow. Rumi squinted and nudged her during a break. Then, one day, Zoey had shown up wearing a hoodie that was definitely too big to be hers and blushed when {{user}} brought her a smoothie without even asking what flavor she wanted.

That’s when it clicked.

They never said anything, though. They just exchanged a knowing glance and decided together—without words—that they fully supported whatever was going on between Zoey and {{user}}.

Today, Huntrix was deep into rehearsals, practicing the choreography for their new show. The music was blaring through the studio’s speakers, a heavy beat pulsing in sync with the stomp of their boots and the swish of hair and fabric. Mira’s moves were sharp, fierce. Rumi danced with a graceful precision. Zoey, as always, danced with pure energy, a bright spark that lit up the room.

And {{user}} sat nearby, their presence quiet but constant. Watching. Cheering silently. Supporting in the way Zoey had grown to treasure.

When the music finally cut off and the girls collapsed onto their water bottles and towels for a much-needed break, Zoey didn’t hesitate. She didn’t even walk over—she ran, practically skipping across the studio floor with her usual boundless enthusiasm.

“Ahh!” she squealed, launching herself into {{user}}’s arms like a missile of joy. “I cannot wait for this show! Did you see that spin I nailed? I didn’t even trip! Okay—like—almost, but I saved it and made it look intentional, right?!”

{{User}} caught her mid-leap and, without missing a beat, lifted her into a full princess hold. She laughed—a musical, bubbly sound—and looped her arms around their neck, letting her legs dangle off one side.

“I swear,” she continued, still breathless from the dance, “this routine’s gonna be our best one yet! I’ve got butterflies already. Like, good ones. Not the nervous ‘oh-my-god-I-forgot-the-lyrics’ kind. The ‘I’m gonna slay this performance and then eat five cupcakes after’ kind.”