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[euno11a]

Hellooo ! how are you? Hope you’re doing great ! Just wanted to ask you what happened to baby girl pt 2 I remember reading part 1 and it was so good! 🤩🤩

UGHHHHHHHHH

so I have pt 2 in the works, I just haven’t had time to get it out😭😭😭 I’m planning on getting it out soon and then maybe staring another thing👀

[euno11a]

im not sure if you're still doing stuff for the Saja boys, but the brain juices are flowing... 👀

What abt a Jinu x Reader where Reader is a dark romance girly? HEAR ME OUT! ✋️🙂‍↕️🤚

Im talking Reader just loves dark romance. Haunting Adeline, Your Soul to Take, Lights Out-... I think you get the idea.

And she's just OBSESSED with Jinu's demon form. She won't say it, but it's obvious. The gold eyes... the fangs... She's just obsessed, that's really all there is to it.

Oh and don't get her started on Idol... (can you blame her? It's PEAK 😭🙏)

Reader's fav lyrics are "I'm the only one who'll love your sins" but you didn't hear it from me!

"You look like you could just... I don’t know—devour me"

The warm, cozy scent of garlic and spices filled the air as you sat at the kitchen counter, watching Jinu work effortlessly in front of the stove. His movements were smooth, confident, like he had done this a thousand times before—despite the fact you knew he didn’t cook all that often. Still, tonight was different. He’d insisted on making dinner for the two of you, and you were content just to watch him work.

Except, you found yourself... staring at him more than the food.

The way the light caught in his dark hair, the quiet confidence in his every action, the easy sway of his hips as he moved around the kitchen—all of it had you completely mesmerized. It wasn’t even the food you were focused on at this point; it was him. The faint gleam of his gold eyes catching the kitchen light. The way his sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing a glimpse of toned forearms.

You let out a soft sigh, resting your chin in your hand, completely lost in your thoughts about him.

Jinu, who had been stirring something in the pot, glanced over his shoulder. “What’s with the stare, Y/N?” His voice was casual, but you could hear the amusement there, as though he knew you were watching him.

You blinked and immediately looked away, a bit flustered. “N-Nothing,” you said quickly, feigning innocence and trying to keep your gaze from drifting back to him.

Jinu, however, wasn’t fooled. He chuckled softly and turned to face you completely, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You’re staring at me like I’m some kind of mysterious creature.”

You bit your lip, trying to act casual, but honestly? You couldn't stop your eyes from lingering on him, especially now that you could feel that familiar warmth settling in your chest, the kind you always felt when he was close.

“No, really, it’s nothing,” you said, looking down at your hands to avoid his gaze.

Jinu’s grin widened, knowing exactly what was going on. "Mm-hmm." He shook his head with a little sigh, and then, as if on cue, the atmosphere in the room shifted.

You heard the soft rustle of fabric, and when you looked up, Jinu had already shifted—just a little—into his demon form.

The change was subtle at first, but the moment his golden eyes locked with yours, you could feel it. His pupils were slitted, like a predator's, and the dark aura around him seemed to intensify in the small kitchen. His fangs poked out from between his lips, sharp and unmistakably dangerous, yet utterly beautiful to you. You felt your heart rate pick up, your breath catching in your throat.

“Oh my god…” you whispered, your eyes practically sparkling as you stared at him.

Jinu leaned against the counter casually, his golden eyes glowing in the soft light of the room. He could see the effect he had on you, and he wasn’t sure whether he should tease you or just let you have your moment. But when he saw you literally pouting at him, with that adoration written all over your face, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Is this what you were staring at?” He asked, his voice low, smooth, almost playful. “You know, I could’ve just finished making dinner, but I figured you’d rather see me like this.”

You couldn’t even hide it. You were totally fangirling.

“I—I can’t help it, Jinu!” You exclaimed, your hands clutching the edge of the counter for support. “You look so good like this! The gold eyes, the fangs... it’s like you’re a whole new person—and you look even better than before!”

He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the attention, even if he tried to play it cool. “Better than before, huh? I must really be that good looking, huh?”

You practically glowed as you nodded enthusiastically. “You know it! I mean—look at you! You’re... you’re perfect. You look so dangerous, but also so... hot.”

Jinu smirked, pleased with the compliment. “Well, you certainly seem to love it.” He pushed off the counter and stepped closer to you, the air between you two thick with that simmering tension you always felt when he shifted. “But tell me—do you love this form? Or do you just love the fact that it’s me?”

You couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face. “I love everything about you, Jinu. But this... this is a whole other level. You look like you could just... I don’t know—devour me,” you said, your voice dripping with an almost teasing tone.

His smirk deepened, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. “You want me to devour you, Y/N?” he asked, his voice smooth and low, the teasing edge now clearly visible.

The air seemed to crackle with the promise of something dangerous, and you knew he was playing along—enjoying how much you admired him. It made you feel... wanted. Needed.

“I wouldn’t mind it,” you said, your voice quiet but full of longing. “I think I’d like it... a lot.”

Jinu chuckled, and for a moment, you thought he might lean in—close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. But instead, he stepped back, putting his hands on his hips with a self-satisfied grin. “You’re lucky I’m making dinner, or you’d be in trouble right now.”

You pouted, crossing your arms. “You're making me wait for food, and now you tease me like this? That’s cruel.”

He just gave you a wink. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Can’t handle a little heat in the kitchen?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the wide grin that spread across your face. “I think I can handle you... and your demon form, Jinu. Just don't make me wait too long, okay? Because now... I’m really hungry.”

His golden eyes softened, and the playful edge to his smile faded slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m not that cruel. I’m making your favorite.”

You felt your heart flutter at that, the warmth of his care and attention hitting you right where it mattered. “You always know how to make me smile.”

“Good,” he said with a nod. “You keep staring at me, though, and I might just get distracted and burn the food.”

You grinned even wider, watching him carefully, the sight of his demon form still making your heart race. “Wouldn't be the worst thing that happened today... as long as you’re the one making it.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your lingering gaze. “Guess I’ll have to keep an eye on you then.”

And with that, he turned back to finish dinner, the glow of his demon form a constant reminder of how much you were drawn to him—all of him.

[euno11a]

Omg thank you so much for giving us Saja boys content!!! The way you write them makes my heart swoon🩷 can you write how the Saja boys would take care of a sick reader? 🥲

"I Can't Go Out *cough cough* I'm Sick..." w/ Saja Boys a/n: mean girls reference anyone?

Jinu

You woke up to the faint sound of the door clicking open. Your head was pounding, your throat sore, and your body felt like it was made of lead. You groaned and tried to sit up, only for the dizziness to hit you again, forcing you to slump back against the pillows.

A few seconds later, you heard Jinu’s familiar voice.

"Well, well, look who's awake." He said it lightly, as if this was just another casual visit. You blinked up at him, seeing him standing by your bedside with a cup of tea and a small bowl of soup, wearing that usual playful, confident grin of his.

You tried to muster up a smile, but your energy was too low. “Jinu, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck...”

He raised an eyebrow, not even a hint of surprise. “Ah, you look like it too,” he teased, placing the soup on the nightstand with a flourish. "But hey, that’s why I'm here. To save you from your suffering. No big deal."

You rolled your eyes, but there was a slight smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Thanks, hero."

Jinu sat down on the edge of the bed, looking you over with a mix of affection and nonchalance. “Don't mention it. You can’t expect me to leave you hanging when you look this miserable. Plus,” he added with a smirk, “I think you need me to take care of you. I’m the only one who can handle all of this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? The only one?”

He grinned, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth. “Obviously. You want me to prove it?”

You rolled your eyes again, but the exhaustion in your body made it hard to keep up with his teasing. “You’re impossible,” you mumbled.

Jinu’s grin softened slightly as he reached for the cup of tea and gently lifted it to your lips. “Drink this. It’ll help with the headache. You’re lucky I made it extra strong. I’m a good caretaker, don’t you think?”

You took a sip, and while it was too hot at first, you felt the warmth spreading through you. “I guess I’ll give you credit. This doesn’t suck.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said with a wink. “Don’t get used to me being this nice though. I’m a busy guy, you know?”

You chuckled softly, your eyelids growing heavy again. You couldn’t help but feel comforted by the ease in his voice, the way he was so calm and nonchalant about caring for you.

Before you could fall asleep again, you heard his voice once more, this time softer, more genuine.

“Get some rest, alright? I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

And just like that, you closed your eyes, feeling comforted by the quiet presence of Jinu, the one who always knew how to make everything feel just a little bit better without needing to be overly dramatic about it.

Abby

You woke up to an overwhelming presence beside your bed. A soft, persistent weight on the side of your mattress made you crack an eye open, and there he was—Abby, practically looming over you, his face filled with exaggerated concern.

"Look who finally decided to wake up," he said, trying—and failing—to hide the relief in his voice. “I swear, I thought you were gonna sleep forever.”

You groaned, your voice hoarse from the fever. "Ugh... Abby, I feel like crap."

"Yeah, no kidding." He immediately started adjusting the pillows behind you, trying to make you sit up more comfortably with all the carefulness of a person who was way too invested in making sure you were okay. “Of course you do. You’ve been out for hours, but don’t worry. I’ve got everything under control. Soup, tea, meds. You name it, I’ve got it.”

You blinked at him, still trying to adjust to your surroundings. “You... really went all out, huh?”

Abby grinned like it was no big deal. “Of course. I’m basically the best at this.” He patted his chest dramatically, striking a mock heroic pose. “I’m the caretaker you need right now. I don’t even know why anyone else would bother trying to step up. It’s all me, baby.”

You couldn’t help but laugh weakly at his antics. “So modest.”

“Well, someone has to be the humble one around here, right?” He gave you a wink, then gestured to the tray of food and medicine. “I made you a special chicken soup—only the best for you. And this tea,” he picked up a cup with a proud look on his face, “I brewed it myself. Don’t even think about getting out of bed unless you drink it. I’m not taking any chances with you catching something worse.”

You chuckled despite yourself, lifting the cup to your lips. "How long have you been sitting there watching me sleep?"

Abby waved off the question like it was no big deal. "Long enough to make sure you didn’t do something silly like try to get up and walk around on your own."

You raised an eyebrow, giving him a half-smile. “I’m not that helpless.”

“Uh, sure, you’re not," Abby replied with a dramatic eye-roll. "But I know how you get when you're sick. I couldn’t leave you to deal with it alone. Not when I could be here... being amazing."

You looked at him, not sure if you should laugh or sigh. “You really don’t have to do all this, Abby. I can—”

“Nope,” he cut you off, wagging a finger in front of your face. “You’re gonna rest and let me do my thing, okay? Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” He made a big show of adjusting the pillows again and fluffing the blanket around you. “Now, drink up, and no arguing.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue, and honestly, his over-the-top enthusiasm was kind of comforting in its own way. With a soft smile, you nodded and took another sip of the tea.

“There you go,” he said, his expression softening a little. “Now, if you need anything else, just let me know. I’m here. 100% in charge.”

You smiled at him, despite yourself. “Thanks, Abby. I guess you’re pretty great at this after all.”

He puffed his chest out, clearly pleased with the compliment. “Told you.”

Mystery

You woke up in the middle of the night, a cold shiver running down your spine. The room was dark and quiet, save for the sound of your breathing and the occasional shuffle of sheets. Your head throbbed, and the ache in your throat made it difficult to swallow.

Suddenly, you felt something shift beside you. A soft glow from a dim lamp illuminated Mystery’s face, his expression calm but concerned. He was sitting next to your bed, not making a sound, just watching over you like some sort of guardian angel.

"Y/N," his voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but it was enough to make your heart feel lighter. "You’re awake.”

You nodded slowly, your eyes closing again from the overwhelming exhaustion. But before you could rest, you felt a hand on your forehead, a cool, calming touch. It was comforting, but you still flinched slightly from the chill.

"Shh," Mystery said, his hand lingering for a moment longer. "You're burning up. I’ll get you some water."

Without another word, he quietly rose from the chair beside your bed, his movements smooth and deliberate. You watched him go, a strange warmth settling in your chest. He wasn’t the type to be overly expressive, but when it came to you, he was gentle and careful, as if he was trying to protect you in the most subtle way possible.

When he returned, Mystery handed you a glass of water and helped you sit up a little to drink it. He didn’t say anything as he held the glass steady, his eyes fixed on you with such intensity that it made your heart flutter despite your sickness.

“Thank you, Mystery,” you murmured, your voice hoarse.

His expression softened ever so slightly. “Rest,” he said simply. “I’ll stay here until you fall asleep.”

You didn’t even have to say anything. His calm presence was enough to soothe you back to sleep, knowing that he was there.

Romance

It was late, and you felt miserable. The fever had come on so quickly that you could barely focus, but you managed to crawl into bed. You pulled the blankets up to your chin, hoping the warmth would help, but the shivers wouldn’t stop.

And then, as if on cue, the door to your room opened, and Romance walked in, a teasing grin on his face. “What, Y/N? You think you can get sick without my help? I’m hurt.” His voice was light, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his eyes as he approached.

“Romance, you’re... you're too much right now,” you groaned, barely able to lift your head.

“Shhh, don't talk, baby. I’ve got you,” he said in a playful, yet soothing tone. He grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table and gently held it to your lips. "Here, drink this. I don’t want you passing out on me."

You tried to protest, but Romance just smiled at you with that cocky confidence you were so used to. "You know I’ve got skills, right? I’m practically a nurse. The best nurse."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his antics. “Really?”

“Well, yeah,” he replied, his grin widening. "I’m here to take care of you, baby. And when you’re all better, I’m taking you out for ice cream, okay?”

His words made your heart flutter, even in the middle of your fever. "That sounds... really nice," you whispered, feeling comforted by his constant teasing, despite your condition.

“Of course it does,” he winked. “Now, close your eyes and rest. I’m not going anywhere until you’re better. Got it?”

You nodded slowly, feeling your body relax as he stayed by your side, his presence a soothing balm for your discomfort.

Baby

You felt like you were in a haze when you woke up. Your whole body ached, and your head was spinning. You groaned softly, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

And then, just as you thought you might fall back to sleep, you heard a voice. Baby’s voice, full of concern but also that cheery, sunny energy you loved.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, you awake? You feeling okay, baby?”

You opened your eyes to see Baby standing beside your bed, holding a cup of something warm and comforting. He had that bright, boyish smile on his face, though it was tinged with worry.

“Ugh... not really,” you muttered, your voice thick with exhaustion.

“Aw, baby, I’m so sorry you’re feeling sick,” he said, his tone soft and full of sympathy. He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently handed you the cup. “I made you some tea! It’s gonna make you feel better, I promise.”

You tried to sit up, but Baby was already there, propping you up with pillows so you could drink comfortably. He stayed close, watching you sip the tea, his face softening with every little sigh of relief you gave.

“Feel better?” he asked quietly, his fingers lightly brushing your hair back from your face.

You nodded, closing your eyes. “Yeah. Thanks, Baby. You’re too sweet.”

He beamed. “Anything for you, baby. Don’t worry about anything right now—just focus on getting better. I’m here.”

As you lay back, Baby stayed right by your side, his warm, caring presence making you feel like everything would be okay. His gentle voice and smile were the perfect remedy for the sickness you were fighting.

[euno11a]

im begging you.. PLEASE GIVE US LOSER JINU

I see way to many people making him wayy to confident. That man is a LOSER !!! I'd honestly love to see him just get flustered by the reader brushing hands with him or just PDA in general.

You'd be doing me a service with loser Jinu 🫡🫡

"But...I'm your loser,,,right?" w/ Jinu

Jinu was a mess. He was always a mess, but today—today was something else. He’d been trying his best to keep it together. He really had. But there was only so much one man could do when faced with you.

You had that way about you—effortless, calm, and cool while Jinu could barely string a sentence together without his face turning twenty shades of red. To top it off, the two of you had been hanging out more recently, just as friends at first, but now? Well, the lines between friendship and something more were becoming increasingly blurry.

Today had been a practice session, full of tight routines and exhausting moves. Everyone had already filtered out of the practice room, leaving only you and Jinu in the quiet aftermath. You were sitting on the floor, wiping sweat from your brow as Jinu stretched his legs out beside you. He couldn’t help but steal glances at you, trying his best to act normal. You hadn’t noticed, or maybe you were pretending not to. Either way, Jinu was doing his best to keep the nervous energy in check.

Until you did it.

You brushed your hand lightly against his.

It was barely a touch. Barely even a brush, but it felt like everything to Jinu. His body went rigid, his thoughts froze, and all he could think was, What was that? What just happened?

His heart started to race. His face? Completely flushed. He pulled his hand away almost immediately, as though it was on fire.

No. No, that was nothing. It wasn’t a big deal.

But it was a big deal, and Jinu couldn’t stop himself from internally combusting at the thought of it.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t even seemed to notice. You were casually talking about something—probably some random subject, but Jinu couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the fact that his skin was still tingling where you’d touched him. Every single nerve was on high alert, and all he could do was stare at the floor, trying to keep his face from resembling a tomato.

But then you did it again.

"Hey, you feeling alright?" you asked, leaning a little closer, your shoulder brushing against his. He froze again, his pulse quickening as you lightly bumped his arm.

"Y-Yeah, totally," he stammered, his voice cracking at the last word. He quickly cleared his throat, trying to play it cool, but there was no way to mask the panic in his expression. “I’m just... uh, you know, tired. We worked hard today.”

You tilted your head, still close enough that he could feel your breath on his skin. He could hardly think straight with you so close. "Mmhm, well, you don’t look tired. You look more like you’re... avoiding something."

"Wh-What?" Jinu blinked, still trying to make sense of his own feelings. Avoiding? Was he? Was he avoiding... you? How could he even think about avoiding you when he was so in his head right now?

"You’re acting strange," you teased, narrowing your eyes playfully. "Did I do something?"

“Wha—what?” Jinu quickly turned his head to look at you, his mind scrambling to keep up with the conversation. “No, no! You didn’t—uh, I mean... you’re fine. You’re perfect. I’m just—uh, you know... a little distracted.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Distracted by what? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

"I—" Jinu cut himself off, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He was panicking now. You couldn’t possibly know that he was the one acting like a fool, right? You couldn't know that his hands were shaking because you just brushed against him.

His face was burning now, a deep crimson that he couldn’t hide. He tried to stand up, hoping the motion would give him something to do other than stare at you like an absolute mess.

“Are you okay? You’re looking a little... off,” you said, your voice gentle but filled with genuine concern.

Jinu turned his back to you, trying to gather himself. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Really. Just... just give me a second, alright?”

He took a few deep breaths, willing his heart to stop thumping in his chest, but it was no use. He felt like he was losing it.

She’s too close. You’re so close to her, Jinu. Just breathe.

But before he could regain any sort of control, he felt something. A light, almost playful touch on his shoulder.

“Jinu,” you said quietly, and just the sound of his name from your lips made his stomach flip. "Hey, don’t run off on me now. Talk to me. What’s going on?"

He slowly turned around, his hand instinctively brushing against his face, trying to hide the obvious signs of fluster. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words came out in a tumble. "I-I’m not running off! I just... need a second! I’m just tired, alright?"

You blinked, and then your expression softened. “You’re acting like I broke you, Jinu. It’s just a touch. It’s no big deal.”

He stared at you, his lips parted, trying to figure out what to say. The way you said that—so casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world—made his heart beat even harder.

It wasn’t just a touch. Not to him.

To Jinu, it felt like the world had shifted. Like his heart had made a wild leap into a new space he wasn’t prepared for. You were so close to him, your fingers still grazing the edge of his sleeve, and the thought of you being even closer sent him into a spiral of nervous energy.

Jinu couldn’t stop it anymore. His nerves were taking over, his face flushed as he tried to avoid meeting your eyes. "I... I’m just not good at this," he admitted in a small, almost embarrassed voice. “I’m not good at... you know... being close to people. I’m not good at... touching.”

Your gaze softened, a little smile curling at the edges of your lips. “Oh, Jinu,” you murmured, stepping closer again. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be good at it. You just need to be with me.”

“B-Be with you?” His voice cracked, and he could hear the unmistakable tremor of nerves in it.

You gently cupped his face with your hand, your touch light but undeniably tender. “Yeah. You don’t have to be perfect at it. I just want to be close to you. Is that alright?”

Jinu’s world stopped for a second.

You, touching him—his face, his arms, his heart—without even realizing the effect you were having on him. It was as if his brain had short-circuited. His hands were shaking, his breath coming out in uneven bursts as you held him so carefully, so gently.

And that was it. That was the moment.

He broke. All of his usual confidence? Gone. The cool, charming Jinu he was supposed to be? Completely vanished.

With a sheepish grin, his voice came out in a stammer. “I’m... I’m really bad at this,” he mumbled. “You’ve gotta stop making me... feel things.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “You’re such a loser, Jinu.”

A grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he met your gaze—flustered, confused, but in a way that made him feel a little lighter. “Yeah... I know. But I’m your loser, right?”

You smiled back, and that was all it took.

“Yeah, Jinu. You’re my loser.”

[euno11a]

gosh knowing Baby irl would be so annoying for me because I was raised by a southern woman, and I use "baby" as a casual pet name all the damn time lol. he'd probably get flustered hearing his name spoken with such tenderness and affection tho

a/n: sooooo I don't really know if this was a request, but I absolutely LOVED this idea, so i went all out

It was a typical afternoon in the practice room—loud, chaotic, and filled with the relentless hum of rehearsals. Baby was leaning against the wall, casually watching the team work through the new choreography. His mind, however, wasn’t entirely focused on the moves. No, he was too distracted by you.

You’d been a part of the team for a few months now, a southern soloist with an unmistakable charm. You were fierce when you needed to be, but your kindness and the warmth in your smile was what really caught Baby’s attention. Not to mention, the way you said “baby” all the time—especially when you spoke to him.

It was always with such tenderness, a soft twang to the way you said his name, that made his heart race and his thoughts go fuzzy. You’d call him over during rehearsals, and every time it happened, Baby felt his face heat up, his cool persona slipping for just a second.

“Baby,” you called from across the room, your voice light and airy, yet there was that southern sweetness in it. "Can you pass me those water bottles, baby?"

His gaze snapped to you immediately. He was already feeling that familiar heat in his cheeks.

“Yeah, sure,” he said, trying to act casual, but his voice cracked just a little. He walked over to where you were, passing the bottles over, and for some reason, he couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled at him.

"Thank you, baby," you said, your voice lilting with a drawl that made his heart stutter. It was like you were saying it just for him—no one else, just Baby.

He turned his back quickly, pretending to look for something on the counter, but he couldn’t escape the warmth spreading through his chest. It felt like you were sending little sparks through his system, lighting him up in the best way.

"Y’know, you really need to stop calling me that," Baby muttered, his voice quieter than he intended, though it didn’t come out nearly as serious as he’d hoped.

You raised an eyebrow, your lips curling into a playful grin. “Why? You don’t like it, baby?”

Baby nearly tripped over his own feet at the way you dragged out the “baby,” like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was a nickname you used for everyone, but when it came from you, he couldn’t help but feel a little weak in the knees.

“It’s not that I—” Baby cleared his throat, trying to look unaffected. "I just... It’s too... sweet." His voice softened as he spoke the last word, unable to hide the way it made him feel.

You smiled knowingly, stepping a little closer. “Oh, baby, you just don’t know how to handle a little southern charm, do ya?”

Baby’s face flushed, and he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I can handle charm just fine,” he said, his grin coming back a little too quickly. “But you’re, uh... giving me too much of it.”

“I can’t help it if I’m just naturally sweet,” you teased, your southern accent practically dripping from the words. You took a step forward, leaning just enough so that your shoulder brushed against his.

Baby’s heart raced. He could feel the heat rising in his chest again. Why does she have to do this to me? he thought, trying desperately to maintain his composure, but he was struggling. The gentle way you called him "baby" in that accent was enough to make him feel like his legs were about to give out.

“You’re making me all flustered,” Baby admitted, his voice a little quieter than usual. “You can’t keep doing that to me, you know.”

You flashed a soft, innocent smile, but there was that playful gleam in your eyes that made Baby’s breath catch. “What, baby?” you asked innocently, tilting your head slightly. “I’m just talkin’ to ya.”

“Oh, I know what you’re doing,” he muttered under his breath, his mind racing to keep his cool. But his heart? It was thudding in his chest like it was trying to escape.

Later that day, Baby was trying his best to avoid the situation. He wasn’t used to feeling so... flustered. So out of his depth. But somehow, every time you said “baby” like that, it sent him spiraling.

He was in the practice room, trying to focus on some dance moves, when he heard your voice call out again.

“Hey, baby! Can you show me that move again?”

Baby stopped mid-step, staring at the mirror. He could see his own reflection, and his flushed face didn’t exactly scream “cool guy.” He groaned inwardly. Why does she have to say it like that?

When he turned around, you were already walking toward him, your steps light and carefree. There was that smile again, the one that seemed to disarm him without effort.

You gave him a little nudge with your shoulder as you approached. “C’mon now, baby. You can’t leave me hangin’ like this.” You gave him a wink, a casual yet teasing gesture that made his stomach flip.

Baby scratched the back of his neck again, trying to keep himself from turning into a puddle. “It’s... it’s just a move. You don’t gotta call me ‘baby’ every time you want something from me.”

“Oh, I’m not callin’ ya baby just to get things from you,” you teased, walking around him to get a better view of the moves. “I just like the way it sounds when I say it.”

“W-What’s so great about the way it sounds?” Baby stammered, his voice cracking again. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to melt or laugh at how much you were throwing him off.

“Well, sugar, it’s ‘cause I say it with love.” You leaned in a little closer, giving him an exaggerated wink. “You’re a sweet one, Baby. I can tell.”

Now Baby was blushing so hard he felt like he might burst into flames. “I—stop—okay, I get it!” He raised his hands defensively, trying to act tough, but the flustered look on his face betrayed him. “You don’t gotta be so... so... affectionate!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound like a warm breeze on a summer day. “Oh, but you’re so cute when you get all flustered, Baby. How could I not call you that?”

And just like that, Baby’s defenses were gone. He tried to laugh it off, but there was no hiding how flustered he was now. You had completely knocked him off his game.

“Well, you sure know how to make a guy feel things, huh?” he said with a half-smile, trying to regain some composure. “But... if you keep calling me that, I’m gonna have a heart attack.”

You leaned in, your voice dropping a little lower and softer. “Well, baby, maybe that’s the plan. I like seein’ you all flustered.”

Baby let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, trying to keep his cool, though it was clear you’d won this round.

“Well, maybe I’m just too much for ya, baby,” you teased, poking his chest lightly. "But that’s okay. I’ll take it slow with you."

That’s when Baby realized it. No matter how many times you called him “baby,” no matter how sweetly or tenderly you said it, he was completely hooked. The way you said it with such affection and warmth—it wasn’t just a name. It was a feeling.

And for the first time, Baby found himself wishing that you would never stop calling him that.

[euno11a]

Hii im not really good at English tho i would like to request a Baby Saja hc where he's interested in a curvy kpop star cuz curvy girls need love too !! (you can make her a soloist or a member in a girl group) He would try to court her by showing off his rappin skill, strength,..nonchalantly for a long time until they actually hit it off which shocked everyone since they didnt think Baby can actually bag a tall baddie 😭 the rest can be up to you disiaojdbsj im literally kicking my feet just thinking of this storyline. No rush ofc !! Hope you have a great day and good morning, afternoon, evening and night to you 🥹💕

"She's Looking, Act Cool!" w/ Baby Saja

The studio was bustling as usual—idols running around, choreographers shouting instructions, and the hum of excited energy all around. But Baby? He was doing his best to act cool. He had perfected the art of pretending he wasn’t completely nervous every time Y/n walked past.

Baby leaned against the wall of the practice room, arms crossed as he casually watched her from a distance. She was in the middle of a dance rehearsal, her movements smooth and powerful, her confidence radiating with every step. There was a certain ease in the way she moved, a grace that made Baby’s heart flutter in ways he absolutely refused to acknowledge.

“You’re staring again,” Mystery’s voice cut through his thoughts, his usual monotone voice laced with the slightest edge of amusement.

Baby immediately straightened, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “What? Nah, I’m just—uh, observing, you know? Studying... her choreography.”

Mystery raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Mm-hmm. Sure. You don’t have that look in your eyes right now.”

“What look?” Baby shot back, but his grin was a little too wide. “You’re crazy. I’m cool. Always cool.”

Mystery rolled his eyes and went back to his phone, but Baby could see the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Yo, Baby,” Romance called out, leaning against the doorframe. “You really need to stop pretending you’re not into her.”

Baby froze for a moment, his gaze flicking to Romance. “What are you talking about?” he asked too quickly, the slight crack in his voice betraying him.

Romance smirked. “I’m talking about Y/n. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’re way too into her. You keep acting like you’re not, but we all see it.”

“I’m not—” Baby started, but the words died in his throat when he saw Y/n smile at something one of the other dancers said. That smile. That smile. It made his heart do an involuntary flip.

Romance raised an eyebrow. “See? You’re hopeless, man. Go talk to her.”

“I’m just—” Baby stammered, trying to maintain his composure. “I’m keeping it cool. Don’t need to rush anything.”

“Oh, please. You’re about as smooth as a brick,” Romance said, laughing under his breath. “You’re not fooling anyone.”

Baby shot him a playful glare but couldn’t stop the flush of heat creeping up his neck. Romance wasn’t wrong, though. The more he tried to act like it was no big deal, the more it was a big deal.

It was two weeks later when the first real conversation between Baby and Y/n happened. He had been biding his time, playing it cool, keeping up his rapping during practices, throwing her the occasional smirk or wink—but he hadn’t actually talked to her much outside of brief hellos or casual comments.

Today, though, she had approached him.

“Hey,” Y/n’s voice was calm, her eyes meeting his with a kind of quiet intensity. She had always seemed confident, but there was something softer now, something... open.

“Oh, hey!” Baby said, his tone a little too enthusiastic. He cleared his throat, trying to act like he was totally chill, even though his heart was thudding in his chest. “What’s up?”

Y/n smiled, her lips curving just a little. “I heard you rap, you know? You’re pretty good.”

Baby’s eyes widened, but he quickly recovered. “Pfft, yeah, you know, just messing around. I’m always rapping, never stop. Gotta keep the cool factor intact.”

She laughed, and it made his chest feel lighter, but also like a weight had settled there. “You’re so humble,” she teased, leaning against the practice room wall next to him. “But seriously, I’ve been meaning to ask... could you show me some moves sometime?”

Baby’s mind went blank. Show her moves? Did she want him to teach her something, or was this just... her way of flirting?

“I—I mean, I guess I could show you a few tricks,” he said, trying to sound casual, though his voice was shaky. “It’s nothing special, though. You might get too impressed.”

Y/n grinned. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

The next few weeks were full of small moments like that. Baby’s attempts to remain nonchalant were wearing thinner and thinner. He’d rap in passing, his voice smooth and confident, but inside, he felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest every time she flashed him one of those smiles. He’d flex his muscles, trying to show off his strength during random moments, but somehow it always seemed to make him even more flustered than before.

At one point, he even tried to show off by picking up some weights near the practice area—casually, of course. Romance and Abs were both there, watching.

“Dude, you’re seriously doing the ‘big strong man’ routine?” Abs raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “C’mon, man. You’re not fooling anyone.”

Baby shrugged it off, trying to maintain his cool, but the sight of Y/n walking by, glancing over at him with a raised eyebrow, made his muscles tense.

“Baby,” Y/n called, walking over, “you’re really going for the ‘look at my muscles’ thing, huh?”

Baby swallowed hard. “What? No, I was just... ugh. You know, just doing my usual thing. Nothing special.”

Y/n tilted her head, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Right. Just don’t hurt yourself trying to impress me. I’m not that easily impressed.”

“Wait, you think I’m trying to impress you?” He couldn’t stop the words from slipping out before he could stop himself. His heart raced, and his entire body seemed to heat up. Oh no.

Y/n laughed, clearly entertained by his flustered reaction. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know?”

“I’m not flustered,” Baby quickly said, but his voice cracked a little. He immediately turned away, pretending to grab more weights just to avoid eye contact.

Abs and Romance exchanged a glance, and Romance gave a slow, teasing smile. “Someone’s definitely not fooling anyone,” he muttered to Abs, who snorted in laughter.

A couple of days later, Y/n and Baby found themselves alone in the practice room again. Baby had been walking around aimlessly, trying to distract himself from the thought of her, but he had failed miserably.

“So,” Y/n started, leaning against the mirror as Baby adjusted his hoodie, trying to look cool but feeling like his palms were sweating. “You really do have a lot of... moves, huh?”

“Ah, you know. Just the basics,” Baby said, doing his best to act unaffected. But his smile was a little too wide. “Wanna see something?”

Before she could respond, he broke into a short rap, one he’d been working on for a while, just to show her a little piece of his soul. His movements were fluid, his confidence undeniable—but his heart was beating faster than ever.

Y/n watched with an unreadable expression at first, but then... she smiled. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in, genuinely impressed. “That was amazing, Baby.”

Baby felt his chest swell at the praise. “Pfft, told you, right?”

For a moment, the air between them felt lighter, more relaxed. The usual tension of Baby trying to keep up his tough, cool guy façade was finally gone. He didn’t care about being cool anymore. He just cared about making her smile.

“So,” Y/n said slowly, walking closer to him. “I guess I owe you something for that. How about we get some coffee? On me?”

Baby’s heart skipped a beat. "Really? You mean, like, a real date?" he asked, trying to play it cool even though his voice cracked just slightly.

Y/n smirked. “Yeah. A real date. No rapping, no muscle flexing—just us.”

"That’s exactly what I wanted," Baby said, almost breathlessly.

And just like that, the slow burn of his feelings finally came to fruition. His nonchalant attempts had worked—though maybe not in the way he thought—and now he was standing there, really seeing Y/n for the first time. And this time? It wasn’t a game.

It was real.

[euno11a]

Saw some of the saja boys fanfics you've written! They're so good!! Could you perhaps do one where they comfort us while we're crying?

"You're okay..." w/ Saja Boys

Jinu

The cold air of the practice room felt sharp against your skin, as if it could freeze the emotions threatening to spill out of you. You sat alone in the corner, back pressed against the wall, knees drawn up to your chest, face buried in your hands. Tears flowed freely, as they always did when you allowed yourself to feel anything. The pressure, the constant weight of expectations, had finally cracked the façade you’d been holding up.

You hated that it had to be like this. But here you were—vulnerable, raw, broken in a way you hadn't allowed anyone to see before. You had kept it together for so long, but sometimes the mask slipped, and now it was impossible to pretend.

Jinu entered the room quietly, his steps light but deliberate. He noticed you instantly—hunched, fragile, the silent sobs almost too quiet to hear. For a moment, he froze. He didn’t know what to say. You had always seemed like the one who kept everything together, the one who smiled through the hardest of times. But now...

He exhaled softly, taking in the scene, before walking toward you with slow, purposeful steps. Jinu wasn’t the type to shy away from confrontation, but comforting someone in a moment like this... it was something new for him. Yet, his protective instinct kicked in without hesitation.

"Hey," his voice was soft, warm, like the touch of sunlight on a cold day. "You okay?"

You shook your head slightly, too caught in your own emotions to answer. His heart sank a little. Jinu had seen you deal with the world’s pressures before, but this was different. It was rawer. It was real.

Sitting down beside you, he didn’t ask you to explain. He didn’t push you to say anything at all. He just sat there, close enough for you to feel his presence, but far enough to give you space. His arm brushed against yours, and the small contact was enough to draw you out of your storm, if only for a moment.

It wasn’t long before he spoke again, his voice low, almost like a secret between just the two of you. "I know you feel like you have to be perfect all the time... but you don’t, you know? You don’t have to carry all of this by yourself."

You sniffled, trying to stop the tears, but they wouldn’t stop. "I... I don’t want to let anyone down. Not you, not the fans... no one."

Jinu turned to face you, his eyes steady, understanding. "You're human. You’re allowed to break. You’re allowed to be tired."

The words hung in the air between you, simple yet profound. No one had said it like that to you before. It was always about strength, about pushing through. But Jinu... Jinu understood that sometimes strength wasn’t about holding on, but about letting go. Letting yourself feel.

He took a deep breath, a small chuckle escaping him. "If I told you how many times I’ve felt like I was gonna break... I swear you’d probably laugh. But I get it." His voice softened even more, like a warm blanket. "It’s okay to fall apart for a while. I’ve got you."

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten. You had always admired his confidence, the way he could light up a room with a single smile. But here, in this quiet moment, he was offering something far more valuable: his support.

You leaned into him, just slightly, a silent acknowledgment that you weren’t alone. He didn’t flinch or back away. Instead, he placed his hand gently on your shoulder, a steady weight that anchored you.

"You don't have to be perfect for me. For anyone," Jinu continued, his voice low and steady. "I’m not going anywhere, okay? We’re in this together."

For the first time in what felt like ages, you allowed yourself to lean fully into his comfort, shoulders shaking with each quiet breath, but somehow, the tears slowed. Not because the pain was gone, but because there was someone beside you, someone who understood that you didn’t need to hide.

Jinu stayed like that, not trying to fix anything, just being there. And in the silence that followed, you realized something: you weren’t alone.

Abby

It was late, and the practice room was nearly empty—just the hum of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic tapping of shoes against the floor. You’d been running through choreography for hours, your body exhausted, but there was still that nagging feeling deep inside. Something wasn’t right.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at you was a mix of frustration and fatigue, with your usual confident smile nowhere to be found. The weight of the upcoming performance was pressing down on you. The team was counting on you, the fans were expecting perfection. But, at this moment, it all felt like too much.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sharp voice, one you recognized instantly.

“Yo, you good?”

Abs was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. But you could tell by the way his jaw was clenched that something was on his mind.

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, trying to brush him off with a small smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “Just tired, you know?”

He didn’t buy it. Abs wasn’t the type to let things slide, especially not with you. He pushed off from the doorframe and walked over, his tall, imposing figure casting a shadow across the floor as he approached.

“Right.” He cocked an eyebrow, glancing at the mirror, then back at you. His eyes narrowed, as if sizing up the situation. "You sure? Looks like you’re holding back something more than just sweat."

You were about to brush him off again, but something about his directness made you pause. It was like he could see through the act, cut straight to the heart of things without even trying.

Abs didn't move, waiting for you to speak. He wasn’t pushing, but there was a quiet intensity in his gaze that said he wasn’t going anywhere until you let it out.

With a frustrated sigh, you dropped your head, looking down at your shoes. "I just... I don’t know. I’m trying so hard to keep up, but it feels like no matter what I do, it’s never enough. I’m scared of failing. Scared of letting everyone down."

Abs stood there for a moment, his presence heavy in the room. For a split second, you thought he might brush it off, tell you to suck it up like he usually would. But instead, he did something unexpected.

He took a step closer, his posture relaxed but his eyes softening. “Listen,” he said, his voice lower than usual, like he was speaking to someone who deserved more than just a quick fix. “I get it. The pressure's unreal. I see it in your eyes every damn day. But you don’t have to carry that on your own, alright?"

You looked up at him, startled. Abs didn’t talk like this often. He was more about tough love, about pushing people to be their best. But now? Now, he was offering something different: understanding.

“You’re not a machine," he continued, his voice a little rough around the edges, like it pained him to admit it. "I don’t care how many hours you put in, how perfect you are on stage—no one’s gonna call you out for being real. Not on my watch.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Abs raised his hand.

“Don’t even start,” he cut you off. “I see you pushing yourself to the edge. It’s exhausting, I know. But I’ve seen you at your best, and no matter how much you struggle, you’ve got what it takes. Don’t forget that.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, there was nothing but the quiet hum of the lights and the distant sounds of the city outside.

Abs took another step closer, lowering his voice. “I’m not asking you to be perfect, okay? You just gotta show up, and that’s all you can do. The rest, well... we’ll figure it out.”

You could feel the tension in your shoulders loosen just slightly, the tightness in your chest easing a bit. Abs had this way of cutting through the noise and making things simple, making you feel like everything was going to be okay, even when it didn’t feel like it.

He didn’t offer any hugs, didn’t try to be overly sweet about it. That wasn’t his style. Instead, he gave you a look—a look that said he understood, but also that you didn’t have to say anything more if you weren’t ready.

"You want to talk about it?" he asked after a pause, his tone still matter-of-fact but with a softness to it now.

You nodded slowly, feeling that familiar trust bubbling up despite your hesitation. Abs didn’t have all the answers, but in his own way, he knew exactly how to help you take the next step—no words, just presence.

Without another word, he gave you a slight nod, the kind that spoke volumes. "I’ll be around, alright? But you better show up tomorrow with that fire again. I know you’ve got it in you."

And just like that, he turned and walked toward the door, his confident swagger back in full force, leaving you with something you hadn’t expected: the quiet, simple reminder that you weren’t alone in this fight.

Romance

The dance studio was buzzing with the usual energy of the team running through choreography, but tonight, something felt off. Your movements were stiff, lacking the usual flow you prided yourself on. The routine was more complex, but it wasn’t the steps that were holding you back—it was your head. You couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Maybe it was the pressure of the upcoming comeback, or the fact that you’d been running on empty for days now, trying to stay sharp. Whatever it was, it was messing with your focus, and you could feel it.

Romance, as usual, was the first one to notice when something was wrong. Not that he ever missed a chance to mess around. But tonight, his playful demeanor was sharper than usual, his eyes catching the small things you couldn’t hide.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with that trademark smirk of his. "Well, well, well... If it isn’t the hottest mess in the room." His voice was playful, teasing. He was always like this—light-hearted, easy with a wink and a grin that made you want to smile, even on the worst days.

You rolled your eyes, but there was no hiding how the words had hit a little too close to home. "What do you want, Romance?" You tried to sound nonchalant, but your voice came out a little more strained than you intended.

"Just checking to see if the world’s still spinning," he replied smoothly, pushing off the doorframe and strolling into the room. "But honestly, if you keep up with whatever this is," he motioned with a playful gesture to your uncoordinated movements, "I might just have to save the comeback and give you my backup dancer spot."

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if it was half-hearted. Romance’s charm was relentless, like a ray of sunshine breaking through dark clouds. He had that way of making everything feel less serious, less overwhelming, but you knew he wasn’t stupid. He could see through your act.

He crossed the floor in two strides, his confidence smooth like he was walking down a runway, but his eyes were still locked onto you.

"Hey," he said, his tone softening, just enough that it pulled your attention back to him. "What’s really going on?"

You bit your lip, trying to think of something to deflect the question, but Romance wasn’t having it. He moved in front of you and stopped you mid-spin, gently grasping your wrist to hold you in place.

"I’m not buying the 'I’m fine' routine. Not from you, of all people." He tilted his head, his usual playful smirk now replaced with something more genuine—a quiet concern that made you pause. "What’s eating at you?"

For a moment, you didn’t answer. His proximity, his steady gaze... it made you feel exposed in a way you weren’t ready for. Romance had a way of disarming you, making you forget the walls you’d built around yourself.

"I’m just... tired," you said finally, your voice quieter than you meant. "Everything’s been piling up. And I’m scared I won’t be good enough when it’s time to perform. I’ve been messing up more than I want to admit, and I don’t know how to fix it."

Romance didn’t hesitate. His hand, still holding your wrist, moved slightly to rest on your shoulder, a grounding gesture, one that let you know he was there. "Look, I get it. The pressure? It’s brutal. But you’re not in this alone, alright?" He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate level, one that made the room feel smaller, like it was just the two of you.

"I’ve seen you on your worst days, and you’ve always come through. So you’re telling me, this time’s different?" He raised an eyebrow, his flirtatious demeanor returning just a touch, but there was something softer behind it now. "You, the one with the moves? The one who can make the entire stage light up just by walking in? You think you can’t handle this? I’ve got news for you, babe—there’s nothing you can’t do."

You blinked, surprised by the confidence in his words. The way he said it, so matter-of-fact, like it was a universal truth—like he knew you could do it, even when you couldn’t see it yourself.

"Besides," he added, stepping back with a wink, his usual playful edge slipping back into place. "If you need a little more inspiration, just remember—you’ve got a pretty great dance partner waiting to pick up the slack. I mean, who else could pull off a move like me?" He gestured to himself with a grin, a clear invitation to tease him right back.

You laughed, the tension in your chest starting to melt away. "You’re ridiculous."

"Yeah," he said, eyes glinting with mischief. "But you love it."

And just like that, the weight that had been sitting on your shoulders felt lighter. Romance had a way of bringing you back to yourself, reminding you of who you were—without needing to say anything too profound, without trying to be perfect. Just a little flirty, a little serious, and exactly what you needed in that moment.

"Now," he said, stepping back into his usual carefree stance. "You gonna finish this routine or what? Because as fun as watching you fumble around is, I’m kind of ready to see you shine."

With a deep breath, you nodded, your confidence returning, even if just a little. "You’re right," you said, your smile teasing as you raised an eyebrow. "I’ll show you how it’s done."

"That’s the spirit." Romance shot you one last wink before stepping back, giving you the space to reclaim your energy. "And just remember, I’m here when you need someone to drag you across the stage."

The room no longer felt heavy. You’d found your rhythm again, thanks to Romance. With a final glance at him, you took your place, ready to finish what you’d started.

Mystery

The studio was quieter than usual, the only sounds being the soft shuffle of your sneakers against the smooth floor and the rhythmic thud of your heartbeat. The lights were dimmed, casting long shadows across the room as you sat against the wall, knees drawn up to your chest. You’d been rehearsing for hours, your body aching, but it wasn’t the physical exhaustion that weighed you down. It was something deeper—a frustration you couldn’t shake, a fear that had been building silently for days now. You didn’t know what to do about it.

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the cool wall, trying to quiet your racing thoughts. But the pressure, the constant push to be perfect, it was like a weight that never left. What if you weren’t good enough? What if the comeback failed? What if you let everyone down?

You hadn’t noticed the soft footsteps until they were right next to you.

Without a word, Mystery sat beside you, his presence so still and calm that you almost didn’t realize he was there at first. It was typical of him—quiet, like a shadow that just appeared and blended into the background, never drawing attention. But you knew he was always aware, always paying attention, even if he didn’t say much.

You didn’t say anything at first, just continuing to stare at the floor, feeling the weight of the silence between you.

But then, as if reading your thoughts, his voice broke the stillness, low and soft. “You’re thinking too much again.”

It wasn’t a question, just an observation. His tone was casual, but there was a certain warmth to it that made you pause. You glanced up at him, surprised to find him looking at you with that familiar, almost teasing glint in his eyes. His usual aloofness had softened, replaced with something... gentler.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, but even you could tell it didn’t sound convincing. The words were hollow, meant to push him away, but he wasn’t having it.

He leaned in just a little, close enough for you to feel the subtle shift in his energy, though he didn’t invade your space. “No, you’re not,” he said quietly, his voice still holding that soft edge of care. “You’re never just ‘fine’ when you’re like this.”

You were about to argue, but something about the way he said it made you stop. There was no judgment in his words—just the quiet certainty that he understood. And somehow, that made it all the harder to keep up the façade.

Before you could speak, Mystery reached out and placed a hand gently on your shoulder, the weight of it a comfort more than anything. You looked at him, and for a brief moment, he let you see something in his eyes—a rare, almost puppy-like concern that was unlike his usual stoic demeanor.

He stayed silent for a moment, just offering you his presence, before speaking again, his words almost a whisper. “You don’t have to carry all of this alone, you know. It’s okay to let it out.”

You blinked, taken aback by how much sincerity was packed into those few words. It wasn’t like him to be this open, but with you, in these rare moments when it was just the two of you, it felt... different.

“You’re always so quiet," you said with a half-smile, trying to lighten the mood. "I forget you’re actually capable of talking."

At that, he gave you a small, almost shy smile—a rare thing, but it was enough to make you pause. “I talk when it matters,” he replied simply, but there was something in his voice that hinted at a deeper layer of care, something he didn’t usually show to anyone else.

You chuckled softly, feeling the tightness in your chest ease just a little. His presence was like a warm blanket in the middle of a storm—quiet, but undeniably there.

For a moment, you both sat in silence, but this time, it wasn’t suffocating. Mystery’s hand stayed on your shoulder, grounding you, like a steady anchor in the chaos of your mind. He didn’t need to say much—his silence spoke volumes. But then, just when you thought he’d fall back into his usual quiet self, he spoke again, this time with a playful glint in his eyes that made you laugh despite yourself.

“You know,” he said, the corners of his lips curling up slightly, “you’re really bad at hiding things. You always think you’re fooling everyone, but I can see it in your eyes.”

You blinked at him, not expecting this shift. “What are you talking about?”

He tilted his head, the smirk never leaving his face. “The way you get all serious when something’s bothering you. Like right now. It’s written all over your face.”

You tried to look away, but the slight teasing in his voice made you realize he wasn’t mocking you—he was trying to make you feel better, in his own quiet way.

“And,” he added, his voice softening again, “I’m not going anywhere. You’re not alone in this, alright?”

You nodded, your heart swelling just a little. It wasn’t often that Mystery opened up like this, but when he did, it was clear that he cared more than words could say.

Finally, you leaned your head against his shoulder, just for a moment, letting the silence stretch out between you again. This time, it felt like a comforting presence, not an uncomfortable void.

“You’re such a weirdo,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mystery didn’t respond immediately, but you could feel the small shift in his body as he relaxed, his hand gently resting on your shoulder again.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, with just a hint of a smile in his voice, “but I’m your weirdo.”

And somehow, in that simple moment, everything felt a little more manageable.

Baby

It had been a long day—rehearsals, interviews, press, and endless schedules had left you mentally drained. You’d spent the last couple of hours in the studio, trying to work through some choreography that just wasn’t clicking. Despite your best efforts, nothing seemed to be coming together, and it was starting to wear on you.

Sitting on the floor, you rubbed your eyes, exhausted and frustrated, the pressure of the comeback weighing heavily on you. You just couldn’t seem to shake the anxiety that had been creeping up on you for weeks.

The door to the studio creaked open, and a familiar voice broke through your frustration.

"Yo, what’s with the drama?" Baby’s voice rang out, a little louder than necessary, like he was trying to make his presence known, trying to keep up the cool front he always wore like armor.

You didn’t even look up, knowing exactly who it was. Baby had that aura of confidence that was borderline cocky, always moving like he owned the room—even when he didn’t need to.

“Nothing,” you muttered, your tone a little sharper than you intended. “Just tired.”

Baby didn’t take the hint. Instead, he strolled over to where you were sitting, his usual swagger on full display as he threw himself down next to you with a dramatic sigh.

"You sure?" he asked, tilting his head in a way that looked far too casual for someone who clearly could see you were a bit of a mess. "You look like you’re ready to drop dead, so I’m gonna assume this isn’t just ‘tired.’"

You shot him a half-hearted glare, but even that didn’t manage to hide the exhaustion in your eyes. “I’m fine, really,” you insisted, trying to brush him off.

But Baby wasn’t fooled.

He tilted his head back with a smile that could light up the room, his cool demeanor quickly shifting as he let his guard down. “Psh, no way. I’ve seen you a hundred times, and this isn’t ‘fine’ you’re giving me right now.” His voice was teasing, but there was something underneath it that made you pause. He was serious about getting through to you, even if he had to act a little ridiculous to do it.

“C’mon,” he continued, nudging you playfully with his elbow. “I know the weight of the world’s not really on your shoulders, right? Just tell me what’s up.” His usual teasing tone was warm and genuine now, the "cool" act completely dropping when he noticed your weariness.

You sighed, leaning back against the wall, your hands pressed against your forehead. “It’s just everything. The comeback, the performances, the interviews. I feel like I’m not enough. Like no matter what I do, it’s not going to be good enough.”

Baby’s expression softened almost immediately, the playful teasing in his eyes replaced with a more serious concern. He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Hey, listen to me. You’re more than enough. You always have been.”

You shook your head, not fully convinced. “I don’t feel like it.”

Before you could say anything more, Baby let out an exaggerated sigh and dramatically collapsed back on the floor, arms flung out wide. “Okay, hold up. I need to take a second to process this." He looked up at the ceiling, clearly trying to regain his "cool" act, but it was clear that he wasn’t letting you go without a fight. "Why does this always happen? Everyone gets all stressed and forgets that we’re literally made for this, huh? If anyone can nail this comeback, it’s you.”

You looked over at him, your lips curling into a reluctant smile at his antics. His attempts to play it cool were always a little over-the-top, but that was what made him so... well, Baby.

“Stop being so dramatic,” you said with a soft laugh. "You're not that cool."

Baby rolled over, propping himself up on one elbow, his smile as bright as ever. “Okay, okay. So I’m not that cool. But you know what? That’s why you need me.” His voice dropped to a playful whisper. “I’m the sunshine in this room, and you’re the clouds. I’m here to brighten your day, whether you like it or not.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. The way he said it, so over-the-top, with his usual grin and energy—it was hard to stay upset when he was around. Baby had a way of turning everything around, even when it felt like nothing was going right.

“Just... don’t burn me out with all that sunshine of yours,” you teased, feeling a little lighter already.

“Psh, I’m shining,” he said dramatically, pushing himself up into a sitting position and flicking his hair back with a grin. "But don’t worry. I’ll always make sure you’re in the shade when you need it.” He nudged you again, this time more gently. “But seriously... don’t let the pressure get to you, alright? You’ve got this, and you’re way more than enough. Don’t forget that.”

You glanced at him, the weight on your chest lifting just a little. Baby’s words, no matter how goofy or over-the-top, always had a way of cutting through the noise. His energy, even when he was being a bit much, always made you feel like everything was going to be okay.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, the words carrying a weight of sincerity that surprised even you. "I needed to hear that."

"Anytime, kid," Baby replied with a wink, standing up and offering you a hand. “Now, let’s get up, take a breather, and remind the world that we’re unstoppable. And maybe I’ll let you in on some of my cool dance moves." His grin was all charm, his confidence almost blinding.

You took his hand, letting him pull you up with ease, already feeling the pull of his unrelenting energy working its magic. Maybe you weren’t as far from being okay as you thought. With Baby around, it felt like things would be just fine.

[euno11a]

THAT DEMON HUNTERS FIC???????? OHHHH YEAHHHHH OHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

RAHHHH THANK YOU

[euno11a]

not an ask but oh my goodness!! your writing for mystery is so amazing, i really do love the way you characterize him, it just makes so much sense.. really hoping for more writing of him from you if you ever feel like it!! <33

AHHH THANK YOUUUU

I am planning on writing for all of them a lot more, but I’ve felt like crap the last while so I was taking a break

more to come some time soon!

[euno11a]

how does it feel carrying the whole fandom of the saja boys on ur back ……..

I feel myself getting stronger everyday💪😎

Wait but all honesty, is that true?😭😭

[euno11a]

I hope this is an okay question to ask, but in your request box, are there any requests your excited to post or excited to write? :O

omg I love questions! Yes! There are quite a few requests I have that are in the works, hopefully being posted soon, that I am really excited to have been working on! Most importantly, I’m excited for you guys to read and enjoy them!

[euno11a]

im glad im not the only one talking ab jinus fangs because I AM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE his human form is handsome yes but im actually going feral over his demon form and ESPECIALLY those fangs and glowing eyes… why is he so hot i am not okay and i need more scenes with him like that… the your idol performance is something else but im also obsessed with that scene with rumi and jinu fighting and he smirks like “you’re strong” and the fangs show like PLEASE SHOW ME MORE OF THOSE FANGS okay im done now thank you for coming to my ted talk i am totally normal and sane and not obsessed with this movie and jinu

HONEYYYYY rant all you want, I’m equally obsessed 😏😏

[euno11a]

THIS IS SO GOOD WTF

huntrix x saja photoshoot

[euno11a]

HII I LOVE UR "kiss-proof test" with the saja boys😍

Could you pls make where the reader is like pranking the boys by wearing a very revealing outfit and plans to go out, so the boys reaction is like "HUH you? Wearing that? OUTSIDE? HELL NO" or something like that

i will leave the rest to you if you want to do it differently😁 I JUST WANT JELOUS OVERPROTECTIVE SAJA BOYS🥰🙏🏻 have a great morning,afternoon,night🫶🏻

Wearing a revealing outfit w/ Saja Boys

Jinu

You had spent hours planning the perfect prank. And what better way to mess with Jinu than by pushing him right to his limit? He was always so cool, so collected, like nothing could faze him. It was time to see if you could finally get a rise out of him.

You slipped into the outfit—a little more daring than usual, revealing enough to catch attention but still classy. It wasn’t outrageous, but you knew it’d be enough to rattle him. You checked yourself out in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect, and then took a deep breath.

You weren’t sure what you expected, but Jinu’s reaction was definitely going to be entertaining.

You walked out into the living room, doing your best to strut without looking like you were trying too hard. Jinu was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, completely oblivious. That was, until you stepped into his line of sight.

The moment he saw you, his phone slipped from his hands and fell to the floor with a loud thud. His eyes went wide, his usual smirk faltering for the first time in ages as he took you in—head to toe. His mouth opened slightly, then snapped shut, like he was trying to put together a sentence but couldn’t quite manage it.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “Well? What do you think?”

Jinu stood up almost too quickly, his eyes still fixed on you, his hand twitching like he wasn’t sure whether to reach for you or run away. He rubbed his face, taking in a deep breath before finally speaking. “What are you wearing? You’re seriously gonna walk around in that?”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “What’s wrong? You don’t think I look good?”

Jinu’s lips twitched, but it wasn’t his usual cocky grin. This was different. His gaze darkened slightly, his posture straightening as if he were preparing for something big. “Look, I’m gonna be honest with you: I know you look good. That’s the problem.” He glanced around, like he was trying to figure out how to handle this. “You’re gonna turn heads, and not in the ‘wow, they look amazing’ way. You’re gonna get attention—and not the kind that’s good for you.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused at how rattled he was. “So what? You’re telling me I shouldn’t look this good? Is that it?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” Jinu’s voice was suddenly more serious, and you could tell he was getting a little agitated. “I’m saying that if you walk outside like that, people are gonna look at you the wrong way. I can’t let that happen. You’re—” He stopped, running a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. “You’re mine to protect, okay? I’m the one who’s supposed to make sure nothing goes sideways. You don’t need people gawking at you like you’re some... I don’t know, movie star or whatever.”

You smirked, feeling the heat of his words. This wasn’t the reaction you were expecting—but it was definitely more fun than you anticipated. “Oh? So now you’re the big protector? Just because I want to step outside looking a little... fabulous?”

Jinu paced a little, his eyes not leaving you. “It’s not about you looking good—god, you always look good.” His voice dropped slightly, almost too soft for you to hear, and then he shook it off like it didn’t matter. “It’s about people’s eyes on you. People who don’t know you. People who could get the wrong idea and say things, do things. And I’m not about to let anyone make you feel uncomfortable. Especially not today.”

You could see it now—Jinu’s usual cool demeanor was cracking, replaced by a fierce protectiveness you hadn’t expected. And you had to admit, it was kind of adorable.

“You’re not letting me go out, huh?” you teased, stepping a little closer, watching him like a hawk. “You’re seriously telling me I can’t leave the house?”

His eyes locked onto yours, the usual cockiness in his smirk replaced by something more intense. “I’m not telling you you can’t—I’m telling you I’m not letting you.” He pointed at you as if you were some kind of unruly child. “Not like this. No way.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how seriously he was taking this. “Wow, you’re really overreacting, huh? It’s just an outfit, Jinu. No one’s gonna die.”

“Don’t say that,” he snapped. “I can’t... I can’t handle the thought of you getting hurt or—” He paused, and for a second, his confidence wavered. His face flushed, like he realized how over-the-top he was being. “You’re just... you’re too important to me. I don’t want anyone treating you like some... object they can stare at.”

You stepped forward, your grin softening as you took in his words. It was clear now: This wasn’t just about his usual cocky bravado. Jinu genuinely cared about you—and that made the whole prank feel a little less fun.

“I didn’t think you’d be this protective,” you said, voice low and teasing. “I thought you’d just make fun of me and move on.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t look away from you. “Of course I’d make fun of you. But don’t act like I’m not watching your back. You’re my responsibility, you know? If I let you go out in this, I’d never forgive myself.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You’re really something else, Jinu.”

He puffed out his chest, regaining his usual confidence. “I know. I’m just that good.”

You paused for a moment, feeling the shift between you two. “You’re right,” you said after a beat. “I guess I’ll change… for now.”

Jinu’s eyes narrowed, like he was waiting for you to try something. But then, his expression softened just a little. “Good choice. I’ll let you keep your dignity for today.” He winked, the cocky smirk back in full force. “But next time, maybe save the pranks for someone else, yeah?”

You chuckled and walked back toward the bedroom, but before you could get too far, Jinu called after you, his tone softer than usual.

“And seriously... you do look amazing. But I’m not letting anyone hurt you, no matter what you wear.”

You smiled to yourself as you entered your room. Maybe Jinu was a little over-the-top sometimes, but that was what made him so special.

Abs

You had to admit, the moment you decided to prank Abs, you had no idea what you were getting into. His cocky smirk, his over-the-top swagger—there was no way you could just walk into the room in something ordinary and expect him not to have something snarky to say.

But today, you were determined. You needed to break through that unshakeable coolness of his, show him that he wasn’t always in control.

You picked out the outfit—the one that you knew would rattle him. Bold, revealing, and definitely a little out there. You stood in front of the mirror for a moment, grinning to yourself as you imagined Abs’ face when he saw you. This was going to be fun.

You strutted into the living room where ABS was lounging, his legs kicked up on the couch like he owned the place, casually scrolling through his phone. He barely looked up at first, too engrossed in whatever nonsense he was reading, but when he finally did, his eyes widened and then narrowed as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

ABS slowly set his phone down, his fingers tapping on the armrest as he studied you—eyes scanning, lips curling into that signature cocky grin. “Huh. So this is what you’ve been planning, huh? Thought you’d show up looking like a million bucks, huh?”

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting him take it all in. “What’s the matter, Abs? You don’t think I can pull it off?”

He chuckled, the sound low and almost dangerous. “Pull it off? Honey, I’m more worried about how you’re gonna keep it on.” His smirk deepened. “You’re definitely gonna need more than that to stop the entire world from staring at you.”

You raised an eyebrow, unfazed by his usual swagger. “Oh, so I’m that irresistible, huh?”

He stood up from the couch in one fluid motion, walking toward you with a confident swagger that you couldn’t help but admire. “Look, you know how I am. I’m always the one turning heads. But you, walking around in that? Everyone in a five-mile radius is gonna be talking about you. It’s gonna be chaos. You want that kind of attention?”

You took a step closer, not backing down an inch. “What’s the matter, Abs? You jealous of a little competition?”

His eyes flashed for a moment, and his grin faltered just slightly before he leaned in, his gaze sharp. “Jealous? Me?” He scoffed, stepping back and running a hand through his hair. “Nah. Never.” He eyed you up and down again, the teasing grin back in full force. “But, come on. You’re seriously about to walk outside like that? I’m telling you right now, you’ll never be able to handle the kind of attention you’re about to get. People won’t even know how to act.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “So what? You think I’m too much for the world to handle?”

“Oh, it’s not the world I’m worried about,” Abs shot back, crossing his arms and giving you a once-over. “It’s you.” He leaned against the wall, his gaze never leaving you. “You can’t just walk around wearing... this and expect to go unnoticed. Not that I don’t think you can handle the attention. It’s just...” He paused, clearly trying to put his thoughts together. “It’s not just attention, okay? People can be dumb. They can be... creepy. And I’m not about to let anyone get any ideas. You get me?”

You stared at him for a moment, surprised by how serious he was. This wasn’t just about his usual cocky self. This was Abs, the guy who always thought he had everything under control, actually looking a little... protective?

“Aw, look at you,” you teased, a playful grin creeping onto your face. “Are you worried about me?”

Abs rolled his eyes, but there was a slight tension in his jaw. “Worried? Pfft.” He flicked his wrist like it was nothing. “I’m not worried. I just don’t like the idea of people thinking they can mess with you. I’m the only one who gets to mess with you.”

You took a step closer, leaning in just enough to make him shift a little. “So, what’s your plan? You gonna stop me from going out? You gonna take me by the hand and drag me away?”

His lips parted for a second, like he didn’t quite know how to respond. Then he gave you that trademark smirk, though it was tinged with something else now—a little softer, a little more serious. “I’ll definitely stop you if I have to. You think I’m gonna let you out there and let the whole city stare at you like you’re some... object?”

You chuckled, watching as Abs tried to act like the situation wasn’t bothering him, even though you could tell it was. “Is that what you think? You really think I’m some... object?”

He immediately dropped his confident act, his eyes softening. “No, I didn’t mean it like that,” he quickly said, and for the first time, you saw a hint of hesitation in his expression. “I just mean... people can be gross. I don’t want them looking at you like that, okay?”

You blinked, taken aback by how genuine his words were. Abs, the cocky troublemaker, was actually protecting you. And you couldn’t deny it felt nice.

“Aww, Abs.” You shook your head with a grin. “Look at you. All protective and cute.”

His face immediately turned red, and he quickly turned his head away, trying to recover. “Cute? Don’t call me that.” He crossed his arms again, but this time, it wasn’t with his usual swagger. It was almost like he was trying to convince himself that he wasn’t being soft.

“I’m not changing just because you say so,” you teased, stepping back toward the door. “But maybe... maybe I’ll think about it.”

Abs glared at you, his eyes dark, but there was a playful gleam to them now. “You better think about it, because if you don’t, I swear I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” You challenged, turning back to face him with a grin. “What are you gonna do? Keep me locked in the house?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come out. Instead, he took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. “If I have to. You don’t want to test me on this, trust me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

Abs rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the hint of a smile from tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Just remember, I’m the one who’s always got your back.” He paused for a moment, and when you didn’t respond, he added, “So... you’ll change, right?”

You gave him a wink. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“You better,” Abs said, his usual cockiness back in full swing. “Because I’m not letting anyone mess with you. And if anyone even thinks about it, they’ll be dealing with me first.”

You smiled to yourself as you walked away. Maybe he was a little over-the-top sometimes, but it felt good to know that Abs really did care.

Mystery

You knew exactly what you were doing when you picked out the outfit. It wasn’t something outrageous, but it was a little more daring than usual—just enough to catch someone’s eye. And who better to test it on than Mystery? He was always so calm, so composed. You’d often wonder if he ever cared about anything outside of his usual cool detachment.

Today, though, you had the perfect opportunity to see if you could get even the smallest reaction out of him.

You walked into the living room, feeling that usual confidence when you were in something that made you feel good. You leaned against the doorframe, watching him as he sat on the couch, reading a book. He barely looked up, his eyes skimming the page like nothing could distract him.

“Hey, Mystery,” you said, trying to sound casual but knowing you were about to break the silence. “What do you think?”

He didn’t immediately respond, and you almost thought you had failed to grab his attention. But then, he slowly glanced up over the edge of his book, his eyes briefly scanning your outfit before flicking back to the pages.

“Hm,” he murmured, his voice low and calm, but you couldn’t help but notice a subtle change in his posture. “It’s... bold.”

You raised an eyebrow, a little taken aback. “Bold? That’s it?”

He closed the book with a soft thud, his eyes still fixed on you, but now with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was concern. Maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, it made your stomach flutter a little.

“You’re going out in that?” he asked, his tone still even, but there was something different about it. Like he was silently weighing the situation.

You smirked, walking a little closer, enjoying the fact that you were managing to shake him from his usual calm. “What? You don’t think I can handle it?”

He didn’t reply right away. Instead, he stood up slowly, his gaze lingering on you just a little longer than usual. His eyes weren’t cold, but there was something guarded in them, like he was trying to figure out how to handle you in this outfit.

“I didn’t say that.” He spoke slowly, his voice steady but firm. “It’s just... You don’t need to attract unnecessary attention, that’s all.”

You frowned slightly, not expecting that response. “Unnecessary attention? What do you mean by that?”

Mystery paused for a second, and you could see his mind working. He was choosing his words carefully, his usual calm exterior intact. “People can be... unpredictable. You never know who’s paying attention or what they’ll think. I’m just saying that you shouldn’t put yourself in a position where you might feel uncomfortable later.”

It wasn’t what you had expected, but it was clear now that he wasn’t as indifferent as he sometimes came across. Mystery was more protective than you’d realized, even if he didn’t always show it in the typical way.

You tilted your head, trying to read him. “Are you worried about me?”

He didn’t immediately respond, but there was a slight change in the way he stood, his gaze flicking away from yours for a brief moment, almost as if he was trying to mask something. His voice remained steady, but you could hear the faintest trace of something behind it—concern, maybe, or just a quiet care. “I’m not worried. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

You blinked, a little taken aback. That wasn’t what you had expected to hear. Mystery wasn’t exactly the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but right now, he was doing something close to it.

“I’m fine,” you said softly, trying to ease whatever concern you’d stirred up. “I can handle myself.”

Mystery’s eyes softened just slightly, though he quickly tried to maintain his usual reserved demeanor. “I know you can. But... that doesn’t mean I want to see you in a situation where you might regret your choices.” His eyes shifted over you again, as if he were reassessing everything. “I just... care about you.”

The words came out quieter this time, almost like he wasn’t used to expressing that kind of sentiment. And just like that, the calm, cool Mystery you’d come to know had revealed something deeper—something that was still, as always, understated but unmistakably there.

You stepped closer, your voice teasing but your eyes soft. “Mystery, you’re really something, you know that?”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as if he were slightly embarrassed. “I don’t say these things often.”

“Clearly,” you quipped, giving him a knowing smile. “But I think it’s sweet.”

He didn’t look at you directly, but his lips quirked up just enough to show you that he appreciated the compliment. “I just don’t want you to be in a situation where you feel... uncomfortable. You’re not like everyone else. You deserve to be treated with respect.”

Your heart gave a little flutter at his words. For all his quiet nature, for all the times people assumed he didn’t care, here he was, quietly standing up for you in the most gentle way possible.

“I’ll be fine, Mystery,” you reassured him. “And... thank you. Really.”

He nodded, his gaze steady as always, but this time with a slight warmth you couldn’t miss. “Just... be careful. I’m not always around to watch out for you.”

You chuckled, feeling that soft, protective energy from him seep through. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

With that, he gave you one last lingering look, his usual composed self taking over again. “Good. Now... I’m going to pretend I didn’t have this conversation, alright?”

You smiled, knowing he was more than just the quiet, cold guy people assumed he was. He was calm, cool, and quiet, but beneath it all was someone who truly cared. “Alright, Mystery. But you know you’ve got my back.”

He gave you a subtle nod, his expression unreadable again, but the way his eyes met yours was enough to say everything that words couldn’t.

Romance

You had known Romance long enough to recognize his style. Smooth talker, charming as hell, always with that smirk that made you wonder if he was always flirting or if it was just his natural state of being. But today? Today was different. Today, you were about to push his buttons in the most playful way possible.

You slipped into the outfit—a little revealing, a little bold, but not too over-the-top. You wanted to catch him off guard, test his reaction. He was always so confident in his skin, so self-assured. But you wondered... just how would he react if you dared to wear something a little more eye-catching than usual?

You walked into the living room, giving him just enough time to get a good look. Romance was lounging on the couch, his usual relaxed posture, one arm draped over the back of the chair, a lazy grin playing on his lips as he scrolled through his phone.

“Hey, Romance,” you called out casually, leaning against the doorframe. You could practically feel the mischievous energy crackling in the air.

He glanced up, eyes flicking over your form. The usual confident smile slid off his face for just a moment before quickly reappearing. His lips quirked into a smirk, and his eyes took their sweet time appreciating the view. “Well, well, well... Look at you, all dressed up. Trying to kill me with that look, are we?” His voice was a smooth purr, a teasing glint dancing in his eyes.

You gave a dramatic sigh, crossing your arms. “What? You think I look that good?”

Romance leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes gliding over you as if you were the only thing in the room. “Baby, you look like you just stepped out of one of those romantic comedies. Damn, you’re stunning.” He grinned, but his eyes narrowed slightly, the teasing light in them flickering for just a moment. “But I gotta ask, where do you think you're going in that?”

You smiled, enjoying the playful banter. “What? You think it’s too much? I’m just gonna step out for a bit. What's the big deal?”

He straightened up, his posture shifting ever so slightly. His usual carefree attitude was still there, but now there was a faint undercurrent of seriousness in his tone. “The big deal, darling, is that you’re gonna have everyone in the city watching you like you’re the star of the show.” He leaned back, still studying you with that half-smirk. “And I’m not sure I’m cool with that. You’re my responsibility, you know?”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing the room to stand just a little closer to him. “Oh? Your responsibility? Are we going down that road now?”

Romance’s grin never wavered, but there was a shift in the way he was looking at you. He was playful, but there was also something deeper in his gaze now—a little more possessiveness, maybe. “Oh, I’m always down that road,” he replied smoothly, his hand brushing through his hair with a small chuckle. “See, you may think you can just waltz out there, turn heads, and make everyone fall at your feet. But I know you. And I know what happens when you catch people’s attention... They forget how to be decent.” He let the words hang in the air, his tone light but there was a subtle tension behind it.

You could see he was trying to keep it casual, trying to make it sound like just another one of his flirtations. But the way he spoke told you he wasn’t exactly happy with the idea of you being out there—alone.

“So, you’re saying you want to keep me locked up in here?” you teased, a grin tugging at your lips. “You think I can’t handle a little attention?”

Romance laughed, standing up now and taking a step closer. “Oh, no, baby. I know you can handle it,” he said, voice dropping to a more serious tone for just a beat. “You’ve got that kind of power. But I’m not letting anyone else mess with you. That’s where I draw the line.”

You were caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. Normally, Romance was all fun and games, a tease in every sense of the word, but right now? Right now, you could feel the protective side of him pushing through.

“You care that much?” you asked, your voice quieter now, almost amused by the contrast in his usual playful demeanor.

He rolled his shoulders back, trying to play it cool again. “I don’t care about you walking around looking like a goddess or whatever. But what I do care about is people thinking they can get close to you. You deserve the best, and that’s not gonna come from some random stranger who thinks you’re just an object to stare at.”

You stared at him for a moment, the cocky smirk on his face not quite reaching his eyes. There was something more to him than the usual flirty comments and confident swagger. “Wow, Romance. I didn’t know you could be so... serious.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes in that way that made it clear he was uncomfortable with the compliment. “Yeah, well, I’m not always here for the spotlight, but when it comes to you... Yeah, I’m gonna be protective.” His voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the seriousness behind it. “I’m not about to let some jerk look at you like that. You’re worth so much more than a second glance from some random fool.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “I’m not exactly helpless, you know. I can handle myself.”

Romance’s eyes softened for a moment, his usual playful glint replaced by something more genuine. “I know you can. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna sit by and watch someone treat you like you’re just... there.” His hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering for a second longer than usual. “I’ve got you. Always.”

You met his gaze, your smile softer now. “I appreciate that, Romance. Really.”

He shrugged, a grin creeping back onto his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all sappy on me. I’m still the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” He winked, trying to recover his usual cocky tone.

But you could see it. Underneath all the charm, the flirty lines, and the jokes—he cared. Deeply. And that was more than enough to make you feel safe.

“I guess I’ll stay in, just for you,” you said, laughing softly.

Romance pulled you closer with that mischievous grin, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. “Good. Now you’re thinking like I do. And don’t think I didn’t notice how great you look. But I’m still not letting you out of my sight.”

“Fine,” you laughed, “but only because you’re so charming.”

He chuckled, his playful grin back in full force. “Damn right I am.”

Baby

You knew Baby was that guy. The one who strutted around like he had all the answers, acting so laid-back, like nothing in the world could faze him. The perfect picture of "cool," or at least, that’s what he wanted everyone to believe.

But you knew better. You knew he was just a big softie who was probably way more affected by things than he let on.

So, today? Today, you were going to push his limits and see just how far you could get him to break that cool, aloof act. The outfit you chose was bold—revealing but not overly crazy—just the right amount to make anyone do a double-take. You were curious if Baby would keep his effortless "cool" vibe, or if you could finally crack him and reveal the sunshine hiding underneath.

You walked into the living room where Baby was lounging on the couch, acting like he was the least interested person in the world. He glanced up, his eyes barely leaving his phone screen as if you were just another part of the background.

But the moment his eyes landed on you, the phone slowly lowered, and the usual carefree, aloof attitude seemed to flicker, just for a second. His eyebrows shot up, and he blinked, as though he wasn’t quite sure if he was seeing things correctly.

“Uh...” he began, his usual cool tone slipping for just a second, “…what’s this now?” His gaze stayed on you, that classic cocky smile of his forming, though you could tell he was more than a little thrown off. "You’re, uh, wearing that? Seriously?"

You couldn’t resist a grin as you posed, leaning casually against the doorway. “What, you don’t think I can pull it off?”

Baby leaned back in the couch, arms behind his head as he tried to play it cool. "Nah, it’s not that… It’s just…” His voice trailed off for a second as he looked at you, his jaw tightening just a bit. "It’s a little extra, don’t you think?"

You smirked and stepped closer, watching him squirm just a little. "Extra? What, you think it’s too much?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to act like he wasn’t entirely fazed, but you saw through it. You knew him too well. “Nah, nah. I mean... you look good and all. But, like… people are gonna notice, y’know?”

You raised an eyebrow, now standing in front of him, watching as his usual “cool guy” act cracked ever so slightly. “And what? You don’t want people noticing me?” you teased, crossing your arms.

He immediately shot up from the couch, eyes wide, trying to play it off like he was just "concerned" about the situation. "No! I didn’t—" He ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to recover from the slip-up. "I just... You’re not... you’re not gonna go out like that, right?"

You leaned forward, clearly enjoying the fact that you were getting under his skin. "Why? You think it’s too much attention?"

His gaze darted around, like he was looking for something to latch onto so he didn’t have to keep staring at you. "I’m just saying… it’s a lot for people to take in, okay?" He seemed to be struggling to keep that nonchalant tone. "I don’t know, I mean, you can handle it, but—" He trailed off, clearly not finishing the thought.

You smiled, taking another step closer. "But what?"

Baby swallowed hard, still trying to act like this was no big deal. "It’s not like I’m, y’know, worried or anything," he said, trying to force a laugh. "It’s just… I mean, I’m not stupid. People get weird about stuff like that." He bit his lip, his eyes flicking to the side before locking back on yours. "And I’m not about to let people... treat you like that."

There it was. You’d cracked the tough shell. Underneath the cool, aloof persona was a guy who cared. Baby, the one who tried to act like nothing fazed him, was visibly bothered by the idea of anyone messing with you.

You stood still, feeling a warmth spreading through you at his unspoken protectiveness. “So, what? You gonna stop me from going out?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

Baby froze, his face going pink as he fumbled for words. “I-I didn’t say that,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck again. “I just... I just think you should be careful, that’s all.”

You smiled softly, not pushing him any further, but letting the quiet moment linger for a second. "I get it, Baby. But I’ll be fine. You know I can handle myself."

He sighed, clearly a little relieved, but that easy-going smile never quite reached his eyes the way it usually did. "Yeah, I know you can," he mumbled, almost to himself, before glancing away like he was trying to shake off his own feelings. "But it doesn’t hurt to have someone look out for you... y’know?"

You took a step closer and gave him a teasing wink. "You’re sweet, you know that?"

His face turned an even darker shade of pink, and he immediately crossed his arms to hide the awkwardness creeping up his neck. “Shut up, okay? I’m just—just saying—people are gonna stare, and I don’t want to see anyone acting all weird around you, alright?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, enjoying the way he was so adamant about protecting you, even though he was clearly trying to act like he was still too cool for this kind of conversation.

“Alright, Baby,” you teased, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. “I’ll keep that in mind. And I promise, I’ll be careful.”

He nodded vigorously, his face still flushed as he looked away, clearly embarrassed now. “Good. That’s all I’m saying. Just... don’t go getting yourself in trouble. People can be idiots.” He threw a casual wink your way, but it was clear he wasn’t quite as relaxed as he normally was. “I’ve got your back, okay?”

You smiled, knowing he was asking as much for himself as he was for you. "Of course," you said, giving him a soft grin. "You always do."

And just like that, Baby’s cool, aloof act had completely dissolved in front of you, leaving only the big-hearted sunshine beneath it all. He was still trying to act all “too cool,” but there was no denying that he cared. Maybe a little too much.

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a/n: I have a list going right now for all the requests I have about the Saja Boys, so expect more later on today (hopefully)!!

[euno11a]

GUYS JINU’S FANGS THE GLIMPSE OF THEM WE GOT???? I WANT MOREEEEE

[euno11a]

If you’re taking requests, may I request the “testing if my lipstick is kiss proof” trend thing with the Saja boys (separately)

”Kiss Proof” Trend w/ Saja Boys

Jinu

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of music and the gentle click of Jinu’s fingers as they skimmed over his phone. He was sprawled on the couch, his posture effortless, exuding that cool, relaxed vibe that always seemed to draw people in. You watched him from across the room, a small smile tugging at your lips as you fiddled with your lipstick.

The red shade was bold—bold enough that you couldn’t help but wonder if it really was kiss-proof. You tilted the mirror toward the light, inspecting it carefully. If this was going to be a trend, you had to be sure, right?

A playful thought crossed your mind.

Without giving it too much thought, you slid your phone into your pocket and stood up, glancing over at Jinu. He didn’t notice—his eyes were glued to his screen, his focus absolute. Perfect.

You took a deep breath, straightened your posture, and in a moment of complete spontaneity, you made your move. Slowly, you approached him, your footsteps light, almost as if you were trying to sneak up on him.

“Hey, Jinu,” you said, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed you with a little too much uncertainty.

He glanced up at you, eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of curiosity in his expression. “What’s up?” he asked, his voice smooth, as if he’d been expecting nothing more than your typical chat.

Without giving him another second to respond, you leaned forward, pressing your lips briefly against his—just long enough to test the lipstick.

It was quick, just a soft peck—but the moment you pulled back, you could see the confusion flicker in his eyes.

“What was that?” he asked, his voice deadpan, the amusement in his tone barely concealed.

You froze. Your heart raced, suddenly aware of how ridiculous it must have looked. You stammered, face heating up almost instantly.

“I—I was just… testing to see if my lipstick was… kiss-proof?” You cringed at your own words as they slipped out, feeling like an absolute fool.

Jinu didn't immediately respond. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, studying you with that signature calmness of his, as though he was trying to figure out whether you were serious. His lips curved upward, forming that smirk you knew all too well—the kind that meant trouble.

"You know," he said, his tone low and teasing, "you don’t need an excuse to kiss me."

You blinked, taken aback by his casual confidence. But before you could form a response, he stood up, moving closer with a fluid motion that had you slightly off-balance.

His gaze never left yours, and it was intense, playful in a way that made your pulse quicken. There was no hiding the fact that he was enjoying this—enjoying the effect he had on you.

"Just do it," he murmured, his lips almost brushing your ear as he spoke.

The command hung in the air, effortless but undeniably charged with something more. The world seemed to slow down around you as you stood there, face flushed, heart pounding.

And then, just as easily as the words left his mouth, he closed the distance between you, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft at first, gentle, as if he was savoring the moment. And for a second, you almost forgot about the lipstick, about the test, about everything. It was just him, his lips, the way his presence seemed to wrap around you like a whisper.

When he pulled away, the playful smirk was back on his face, and his eyes were gleaming with mischief.

“You don’t need a reason,” he said, his voice a soft purr. “But I’ll admit, your lipstick’s definitely kiss-proof.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, Jinu stepped back with a lazy stretch, turning to head toward the door. He paused in the doorway, glancing over his shoulder one last time.

“Oh, and just so you know…” He grinned that devil-may-care grin you were so familiar with, “You’re always allowed to kiss me whenever you want.”

With that, he left the room, leaving you standing there, still reeling from the kiss. Your heart was racing, but your mind... well, your mind was lost somewhere between the kiss and the way he made everything seem so effortless, so damnsmooth.

You couldn’t help but smile, your fingers lightly brushing your lips, now aware that your lipstick was definitely the least important thing on your mind.

Abs

You sat on the counter, casually scrolling through your phone, trying to keep your cool. Abs was in the kitchen, looking through the fridge, his usual confident air surrounding him as he hummed along to a song only he seemed to know.

You had a plan, and this time, it wasn’t about a random test. No, this was more... fun. You had just picked up a new lipstick, and you wanted to test something—something about the way he reacted to a kiss. But of course, you couldn’t just come out and say it.

You applied the lipstick slowly, staring at your reflection as the dark shade coated your lips. You leaned in a little closer to the mirror, taking your time, trying to make sure it was perfect.

Abs, still rummaging in the fridge, shot you a sideways glance.

“You gonna just stare at yourself all day or are you gonna actually do something?” he teased, that cocky smirk never leaving his face.

You rolled your eyes, but your lips curled into a smile. “Maybe I just like looking at perfection,” you shot back, making sure he could hear the playful edge in your voice.

Abs raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “That so? Gotta admit, you’ve got confidence, but don’t forget, I’m the one who’s really got the moves around here.”

You slid off the counter with an exaggerated stretch, deciding it was time to test your theory.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re the king of everything,” you said, moving toward him with slow, deliberate steps. “But what if I told you I’m testing something else today?”

He looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at your sudden approach. “Testing something else? What, like… a new lipstick shade? Or are we talking about something a little more... interesting?”

You grinned. “Maybe a little bit of both.”

Abs’ smirk deepened, clearly enjoying the mystery of your words. “You always keep me guessing. But you know, you should just get to the point.”

You didn’t waste any more time. As you got within arm’s reach, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his in one swift, firm motion. The kiss was deliberate—slower than the usual pecks, lingering just a bit longer, with no reason other than to see how he’d react. You pulled away, keeping your eyes on him, watching for his response.

Abs blinked, a little caught off guard for a split second. He stared at you, lips slightly parted as if he was processing what had just happened.

You barely had time to enjoy the look on his face before he grinned, his gaze full of that familiar cockiness.

“Testing your lipstick, huh?” His voice dropped a little, the playful tease turning into something more seductive. “Or were you just testing me?”

You froze for a split second, caught off guard by the way his words slid out with such confidence. But you weren’t about to let him get the last laugh just yet.

“I was just testing to see if it’s kiss-proof,” you said, barely able to hide your grin. “But, uh… looks like it is.”

Abs chuckled, low and knowing. Then, without warning, he took a step toward you, his grin turning into a full, mischievous smile.

“You don’t need a test for that,” he said, his voice dripping with that flirtatious confidence. “You could’ve just kissed me anytime.”

Before you could even respond, he leaned in—fast—and kissed you again. This time, it wasn’t just a brief touch. His lips were more demanding, but still playful, teasing as he pulled away just a fraction too soon to give you a moment to catch your breath.

“You’re right,” he whispered, his lips still hovering near yours. “Your lipstick’s definitely kiss-proof. But you?” His eyes glinted. “I think I’m the one who’s unstoppable.”

He backed away with a wink, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you. Then he casually grabbed a drink from the fridge, as if nothing had happened—like he hadn’t just completely turned the tables on you.

You stood there, lips tingling from the kiss, unsure if you should feel flustered or impressed.

“Well, looks like I’ve got more testing to do,” you said, trying to recover your composure.

Abs only chuckled, that signature cocky smirk back in place. “Take your time, but don’t forget—I always win in the end.”

With that, he sauntered off, leaving you standing there, a little breathless, and definitely more than a little intrigue.

Romance

The evening was warm, the air still carrying that late summer humidity, but the lights in the living room were soft and intimate. Romance was lounging on the couch, dressed in a casual T-shirt and jeans, looking completely at ease. A low hum of a jazz track played in the background—smooth and relaxing, the perfect setting for an unexpected twist.

You had been experimenting with your makeup in front of the mirror, testing out new lipstick shades and trying to find the one that suited you best. Romance, ever the curious one, had barely noticed until the vibrant color you applied caught his eye.

He tilted his head slightly, studying the way you expertly applied the shade, his lips quirking into that signature, easy smile. “You’re looking a little... dangerous there,” he teased, watching you in the mirror as you caught his eye.

“Dangerous?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow as you turned to face him. “Why, because of the lipstick?”

“Absolutely,” Romance said, sitting up now, his gaze becoming more playful. “That shade’s bold. It’s a little... seductive.”

You chuckled, twirling the lipstick in your fingers, a sudden idea hitting you. "Well, if you think it's so bold, maybe you should test it out."

Romance raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Test it out how? You want me to judge your makeup skills?” He leaned back, his smirk growing wider. “Sounds like a very interesting challenge.”

“No,” you said, a sly grin forming on your face. “I want you to see if it’s kiss-proof.”

He sat up a little straighter, amused by your sudden confidence. “Kiss-proof?” he repeated with a low chuckle. “You mean, you want me to kiss you and see if your lipstick stays?”

You nodded, your eyes glinting with mischief. “Exactly.”

Romance looked at you for a moment, the playful spark in his eyes flickering with amusement. He took a deep breath as if considering the dare, then gave a slow, languid grin. “I like the way you think,” he said, his voice dropping to a flirtatious whisper. “But you know, testing it out doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.”

He stood up casually, taking his time. His every movement was effortless, as if he was in complete control of the situation. The way he closed the distance between you felt like a slow dance. No rush. Just that confidence in every step.

You felt a small flutter in your chest, your heart picking up speed as he stood just in front of you. His hands slid into his pockets, his lips curving in that smooth, devil-may-care smile you’d come to recognize as his trademark.

“You sure you want to test this?” he asked, his voice smooth like velvet. “I mean... once I kiss you, there’s no turning back.”

You swallowed, trying to hold his gaze, your lips trembling slightly. “If it’s kiss-proof, then you’ll be just fine.”

Romance chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin as he stepped even closer. “Oh, I’m always fine,” he said with a wink. His gaze lowered to your lips, and his eyes darkened with that familiar, flirty intensity. “But if you think it’s kiss-proof... well, we’re about to find out.”

Before you could say anything else, he closed the gap, pressing his lips to yours with a soft but deliberate kiss.

It wasn’t the kind of kiss that was rushed or fleeting. No, Romance was methodical. He took his time, as if savoring every second. His lips were warm, confident, and oh-so-smooth. The kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, his hands finally coming up to rest lightly on your waist. The feeling of his fingers on your skin made you forget everything—the lipstick, the dare, the world around you. All that mattered was the way he kissed you like he had all the time in the world.

When he finally pulled away, his grin was that same teasing, effortless smile. His eyes glinted with mischief, his gaze still lingering on your lips.

“You’re right,” he said, voice a little husky from the kiss. “Your lipstick’s definitely kiss-proof.”

You blinked, still a little breathless, trying to process the moment. But before you could respond, Romance leaned in again, this time brushing a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth.

"Of course, if you really wanted to test it properly," he added, his lips grazing your ear, his breath warm, “I’d be happy to do this all over again.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you pulled back, meeting his gaze. There was no mistake about it—Romance was dangerousin the best possible way. Every move, every word, was calculated to drive you wild.

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind,” you said, trying to sound casual, even though your pulse was racing.

Romance gave a wink, his smirk never fading. “Don’t worry,” he said, stepping back and turning toward the kitchen. “I’ll be here whenever you’re ready for another round.”

As he walked away, you stood there, still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips on yours, your fingers lightly touching your lips.

The lipstick might’ve been kiss-proof, but now, all you could think about was whether you were ready for whatever Romance would do next.

Mystery

The room was dimly lit, the atmosphere quiet, save for the low hum of the city outside the window. Mystery sat at the desk, his back straight, eyes focused on his laptop as he worked—silent, distant, and entirely absorbed in whatever task lay in front of him. He always had this presence about him, a calm, almost cold aura that made it impossible for anyone to disturb his focus.

You, on the other hand, were sitting on the edge of the couch, trying to figure out how to approach him without disrupting the tension in the air.

You had just bought a new lipstick—deep, dark, and dangerously bold. It was the kind of color that could make a statement without even trying. The only problem? You weren’t sure if it was truly kiss-proof.

You’d been staring at it for a while, contemplating whether you should test it out. And as you watched Mystery from across the room, something in you decided it was time.

You stood up, walking toward him with quiet footsteps. There was something about the way he sat, so still, so perfectly composed that made you feel small in comparison. He didn’t acknowledge your presence as you came closer, his focus entirely on the screen in front of him.

“Mystery,” you said softly, your voice gentle but unsure.

He didn’t look up, his fingers still moving over the keys. “Hmm?” His voice was calm, distant.

“I just… I need your help with something,” you murmured, shifting nervously on your feet.

His eyes flicked up briefly, his gaze cool and steady as he observed you. His silence felt like an invitation, but one that didn’t promise anything.

You took a deep breath. There was no turning back now.

“Can you... test something for me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt almost ridiculous coming out of your mouth, but you had to go through with it.

He tilted his head slightly, but he didn’t speak. His expression remained unreadable, almost too calm, but his attention was now fully on you.

“What exactly am I testing?” he asked, his tone as controlled as always, as if he were reviewing some impersonal report.

Without responding, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his—just a soft, brief kiss. It was a test, pure and simple. You pulled back immediately, holding your breath, waiting for some kind of reaction.

For a long moment, Mystery didn’t say anything. His expression remained as composed as before, his dark eyes boring into yours. There was something almost unnerving about the way he studied you—like he was trying to decipher some hidden meaning in your action.

You felt your heart race in the silence, your cheeks warming, unsure of what to say next. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke, his voice as calm as ever.

“You wanted to test your lipstick.”

His words were not a question, just a simple statement of fact.

“Y-Yeah,” you stammered, your pulse quickening. “Is it... kiss-proof?” You almost sounded nervous, though you weren’t sure why. The kiss had been quick, and yet the tension in the room felt thick, like something was hanging in the air between you two.

He regarded you for a moment, his lips barely twitching at the corners, as if he were considering his response carefully. “It’s still intact,” he said, his gaze flickering down to your lips for just a moment before meeting your eyes again. “It’s... effective.”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling even more exposed. The way he said it, the way his voice didn’t change, didn’t warm or soften, made your heart beat faster in an unexpected way. There was no excitement, no hint of teasing or playfulness. Mystery simply observed, like he was gathering data on your every movement.

He didn’t say anything else, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. It was as if he were waiting for you to make the next move, but also daring you to—daring you to break the cold silence that had settled between you.

You cleared your throat, trying to shake the feeling that he was somehow reading you in ways you didn’t fully understand. “Okay, well, thank you for… helping.”

He didn’t acknowledge the words. Instead, he slowly stood up, closing his laptop with a quiet click. The movement was smooth, effortless, as though his whole life had been nothing but calm precision. As he passed you, he paused just for a moment, standing close enough for you to feel the faintest shift in the air, his presence like a magnet pulling you in.

He glanced down at you, his eyes almost... too calm. “If you wanted to test it again,” he said, his voice almost imperceptibly lowering, “you could’ve just asked.”

The words were simple, but they hung in the air, thick with a subtle weight that made your stomach flip. You wanted to say something, anything, but the moment passed as quickly as it had come. Without another word, he turned and walked past you, his movements measured, deliberate.

You stood there, still feeling the lingering tension in the room, unsure of what had just happened. You had tested the lipstick, yes—but in the process, you had unknowingly tested something far more dangerous: Mystery’s ability to leave you feeling unbalanced without ever changing his composed, emotionless demeanor.

And maybe that was exactly what made him so... captivating.

Baby

The room was quiet except for the soft clicking of your phone screen, the light of the evening casting a gentle glow through the windows. Baby was sprawled across the couch, wearing a pair of sunglasses that he had refused to take off even though the sun had long since set. He was trying so hard to keep up that cool, untouchable vibe, but anyone who knew him could see through it.

You glanced over at him, smirking slightly. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his gaze was fixed firmly ahead, as if he were looking at something far away. In reality, he was probably daydreaming or… just trying to look mysterious.

You, on the other hand, were sitting at the other end of the couch, a new lipstick in hand—bold, striking red. You had been playing with it for a while now, swiping it on and off, unsure whether it was really kiss-proof.

After a moment of contemplation, you stood up, walking toward Baby with your best mischievous grin.

He didn’t even glance at you, keeping his cool act intact. “What’s up?” he asked, his voice sounding detached, but you could tell from the slight shift of his eyes that he was paying attention.

“I’m doing a little test,” you said, trying to sound casual, but your grin was impossible to hide.

“Test?” he repeated, that tone of feigned indifference making you roll your eyes. “What kind of test?”

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you leaned down, close enough to him that you could feel his body heat radiating from his cool, distant stance. Baby stiffened just a little, but he didn’t say anything.

Without further warning, you leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his cheek—just a soft peck, but enough to leave your lipstick mark behind.

You pulled back immediately, watching for his reaction. The cool front he was trying to maintain faltered for a brief second, his eyes widening ever so slightly. But then, as if nothing had happened, he put on that “too cool for this” smirk, sitting up straighter.

“You really know how to test lipstick, huh?” he said, his voice a little less casual than before.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound of it a little too loud for the mood he was trying to create. “It was just a quick test to see if it’s kiss-proof. You know, just for fun.”

His face flushed just a little, and his hands shifted as though he were trying to look like he wasn’t flustered. “Uh-huh. So you thought you’d test it on me?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you looked at him. “Yep. You’re the perfect test subject.”

Baby’s eyes narrowed for a moment, and he stood up quickly, the sunglasses still firmly perched on his face. “Well, I’m not your test dummy. If you’re testing it, you should’ve gotten a real reaction.” He flashed a grin that was just a little too wide, a little too confident to be believable. “I’m cool like that. You know, I’m... way too chill for these kinds of things.”

Before you could even respond, Baby moved towards you, quickly closing the distance between you two. Without any warning, he bent down and kissed you—briefly but with purpose, pressing his lips firmly against yours.

You froze for a moment, utterly caught off guard. You’d kissed him once before, but this felt different. His lips were warm, confident, and even though he was trying to maintain that nonchalant vibe, you could feel the hint of warmth he wasn’t hiding as much as he thought.

When he pulled away, he smirked at you, completely unfazed, sunglasses still in place. “There. Now you’ve got a real test.”

You were left standing there, your heart suddenly thumping in your chest, your lips tingling. "I—" You blinked a few times, trying to steady yourself. "That was... that was the test?"

He nodded, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "Yeah. Now we both know it’s kiss-proof. You didn’t need to go all science project on me for that."

You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from your chest. “You really try to act like you’re cool, don’t you?”

His smile faltered for a second, just a flash of vulnerability crossing his face before he regained his composure. “What? I am cool,” he said, voice almost defensive, but it was more charming than anything.

You shook your head, teasing. “Yeah, sure. The sunglasses at night definitely help your case.”

He chuckled, his usual confident grin returning. “Whatever. I’m still cooler than you.”

You leaned in, raising an eyebrow. “Is that so? Because I’m pretty sure I’m the one who got the test result I was looking for.”

Baby laughed, finally taking off his sunglasses and tossing them casually on the couch. His eyes softened a bit, that secret sunshine you knew so well finally slipping through the cracks of his "cool" persona.

“Alright, you got me. I guess you can call it a win,” he admitted, the cocky smile still on his face, but now, it had that warmth to it that was uniquely him.

You couldn’t help but smile back. "It’s a win for both of us."

And, even though Baby would never admit it, the real test wasn’t just about whether the lipstick stayed—it was seeing how long he could keep that cool, untouchable exterior in the face of your undeniable charm.

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a/n: hope you enjoy this!! I also have a question, do you guys prefer these names? Or would you rather I use their “actual” names? Idk it feels funny writing about ‘Abs’😭

[euno11a]

I just added the rest of the Saja Boys!!!