The lack of love she hadn't noticed

After defeating the demons and Gwi-Ma, the Huntr/x group has stopped, and now that they are safe in the near future, they can finally relax together. Rumi now does not hide the demon's heritage, which are not growing yet, because the head of the demons has been loser (or killed) and does not worry that someone will see them. After all, their saw almost the people from whole city at the final concert of Saja Boys. But there was a problem. Zoey was acting very strangely with Rumi. She very clearly avoided the lilac-haired girl, a foot away, then abruptly began to worry a lot about her well-being, mood, opinion, or even just to stick around. Sometimes the brunette asked strange questions, looking away, like, "Is Jinu's soul still with you?" and "Did you have something with him?". It was as if she was jealous and afraid of him. It was a very stupid, wasn't it?! Rumi saw Jinu sometimes at night. He was pale and translucent, like a ghost. They talked a lot, hugged each other, sitting under a flowering tree, but she couldn't bring him back to real life. And although most of the dreams were forgotten upon waking up, the time spent sleeping with Jinu, the girl did not forget. In the mornings, Rumi got up with some sadness from the death of her friend, but she was still glad that at least she could see him at night. She became very attached to this demon. After all, he was the first one to find out about her marks and not condemn her. In the afternoon or evening, the Huntr/x performed on stage, with more and more new songs. People have come to love them even more, even though one of them is a half-demon. And here comes the morning. After eating, the three of them went to learn a new song on stage. Their costumes consisted of pink short shirts (without buttons) narrowed at the bottom with cutouts on the shoulders or straps, and three-quarter sleeves, Zoey's black trousers, with lots of accessories, Rumi's short shorts, and Mira's mini skirt, and high boots. The show was tomorrow night. And today, Rumi was going to deal with Zoey. To be honest, she was very afraid of this conversation. Maybe suddenly it turns out that she now feels sorry for her, or even despises her for being a demon. Rumi won't survive this, because her brunette is very dear to her. — You're kind of sleepy today, Rumi, your verse is now. — I'm sorry, I bad sleep it night, Mira. __________________________ — Zoeeeeeyy...... The brunette jumped in surprise and turned around. —Yes, Rumi?" She said, shyly twirling a lock of hair around her finger. Her smile was strained and awkward, and her eyes darted back and forth. —I wanted to talk to you. Rumi tried to speak firmly, but her heart was pounding too loudly and her cheeks were burning. She doesn't know what's going on with her, the feeling was vaguely familiar, but not recognizable. - Yes? What? — Not here, let's go. The girl grabbed her friend's hand, leading her down the hall to her bedroom. The conversation was quite personal, she didn't want to do it in the hall, on the couch. They sat down on the bed, a foot apart, and stared at each other. One didn't know how to start a conversation, the other waited patiently for her to speak. Nevertheless, deciding not to delay and go straight to the clarification, Rumi asked: —Why are you acting so weird? Sometimes you avoid, sometimes you stick around, whispering to Mira about something I do not know. What happened? __________________________ On behalf of Zoey: She finally noticed. Of course, I hid it pretty badly. It's hard to hide something from a person you're crazy about, the sight of whom makes your legs give out and your heart ache, for whom you're so worried, but at the same time you admire, who you just wants to tell how beautiful and unique she is. What can I say? The truth? So directly "I love you"? I need to say something. —I... just... —Do you despise me? Do you hate, do you regret? Am I disgusting to you? Please tell me, don't be silent. Her voice faltered, her eyes glistened with tears, and the scars seemed to brighten. No, no, no, how could she think of something like that?! — No way, Rumi, you are very important to me, I adore you, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you! Please don't cry. —Don't lie! — I'm not lying! — Then why?! — I've loved you how as a girlfriend for a long time, but I'm afraid to tell you! Oh, no, I blabbed, stupid feelings! Rumi will hate me, of course, to find out that her "just" friend is in love her. Why is she silent? Her look is surprised, but she doesn't seem angry. The marks have faded. —Rumi? —I need to think about it. Please leave me alone. She looked down at the floor. It means thinking. This might be the last time they were this close. —I'll be waiting. ________________________ — The Huntr/x are performing on stage, the song is "Lovesick girls". (It may not be very relevant here, but I couldn't find it anymore) The lights went out, and the spotlights turned white. Rumi is not ready. Yesterday's confession had greatly shaken her composure. It's also a love song. She remembered Jinu's words from last night. Tell Zoey how Rumi feels. To tell about your love. They went on stage. She started singing the first verse, which was quite sad. Zoey picked up, reading out the lines about the pain of love and separation, mockingly, as if she hadn't confessed her love yesterday. Mira sang about how they needed this person. (How did they get this song in the first place? Zoey wrote it in a sudden burst of inspiration. Is it possible that she wrote this song for Rumi?) "We were born to be alone, but we're still looking for love." White light. The second verse. More pathos. The denial of love, the abrupt recognition of the need for it. The third verse. Separation, pain, that's what they're singing about. At the end, Rumi's voice faltered, but no one seemed to notice. Already backstage, she decided: She would reciprocate Zoey's feelings. She loves her. They love each other. That's what it's been like all this time. Love. ________________________ — Zoey... The brunette turned around, looking surprised. The half-demon came closer. Zoey immediately blushed, looking up. Rumi doesn't know how to explain that impulse at that moment. Her hands slid around the girl's waist, pulling her closer. —I love you too. Their lips touched. The lilac-haired girl kissed gently, carefully, without pressing her tongue, clinging to Zoey. She shared her love and tenderness. That night they slept together (No vulgarity), in each other's arms, in Rumi's bedroom. How pleasant those dark hair smelled to her, how beautiful those eyes were, how delicious those lips were. How comfortable it felt to have Zoey's arms around her. Rumi promises that she will love her, protect her, and take care of her forever.