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demonboysdelight · 1 month ago

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Hiii can I request Saja boys x gn! s/o (Separate) their s/o is wearing their shirts to cosplay as their boyfriend and they purposely do a horrible job at mimicking them (PLUS THEIR WEARING HORRIBLE WIGS FOR THE COLOR)

Jinu:

"Hey y'all I'm Jinu, I'm a loser stuck in a hot body. I'm old af"

"heheheheee" (Mimicking his laugh)

"I always pick the worst date spots for my partner like in the freakin rooftop"

Abby:

"I never skip a day to exercise my muscles but I always skip leg day lmaoo"

"I don't know how but my abs causes girls to cry out popcorn"

"WATCH OUT EVERYONE, BIG MUSCLE MAN COMING THROUGHHH—"

Mystery:

"BARK BARK BARK! YEAH KEEP RUNNING AWAY!"

"I'm the the most QUIET one in the group"

"I can somehow still see with my hair covering my eyes?"

Romance:

"Hey ladiessss~"

"I'm sigma rizz and I pull the gyatts in Ohio"

"Wassup bbg—"

Baby:

"Goo goo ga ga bitch"

"Hey everyoneeee it's ya boyyyy, Ramuda Amemura 2.0"

"Abby and the others are annoying ugh"

Hehe, here you go, I hope you enjoy. (3

Saja Boys React to Their S/O's Hilariously Bad Cosplay Attempt

Jinu

Jinu walked into your shared apartment after a long day of recording, expecting the usual peaceful atmosphere. Instead, he's greeted by the sight of you wearing an absolutely atrocious bright orange wig that looks like it came from a discount Halloween store, along with one of his perfectly tailored black shirts that's now hanging off you like a curtain.

You strike what you think is his signature stoic pose, but instead of his elegant commanding presence, you look like you're trying to hold in a sneeze. "Hey y'all I'm Jinu," you announce in the most ridiculous Valley Girl accent imaginable, "I'm a loser stuck in a hot body. I'm old af."

Jinu's perfectly composed expression cracks immediately. His mouth twitches as he tries to maintain his usual cool demeanor, but the sight of you doing his signature subtle head tilt while looking like a neon traffic cone is too much. You continue your "performance" by letting out the most obnoxious fake laugh: "heheheheee" - sounding more like a dying car engine than his actual charming chuckle.

"I always pick the worst date spots for my partner," you declare dramatically, gesturing wildly, "like in the freakin rooftop!" You're clearly referencing his preference for intimate, elevated locations, but your delivery makes it sound like he's been taking you to construction sites.

The usually unflappable leader of the Saja Boys finally breaks. His shoulders start shaking with suppressed laughter as he watches you attempt his graceful movements while wearing that disaster of a wig. "Y/N," he manages between barely contained chuckles, "what... what exactly are you doing?"

But there's something incredibly endearing about your ridiculous impression. Despite being a demon who's supposed to be intimidating and mysterious, Jinu finds himself completely charmed by your goofy dedication. He approaches you slowly, his eyes sparkling with genuine amusement - a side of him that only you ever get to see.

"Is this supposed to be me?" he asks, reaching out to gently touch the horrific orange wig. When you nod enthusiastically, still maintaining your terrible pose, he can't help but smile - a real, genuine smile that transforms his entire face. "I had no idea I was so... colorful."

Abby

The sound of weights hitting the floor echoes through the home gym as Abby finishes his evening workout routine. He's toweling off his sweat when he notices you haven't come to admire his post-workout physique like you usually do. Concerned, he heads to the living room to find you.

What he discovers makes him freeze mid-step. You're wearing one of his fitted tank tops that barely fits you properly, along with the most ridiculous muscle-padding underneath that makes you look like you're smuggling pillows. But the crown jewel of this disaster is the hot pink wig that's so obviously fake it looks like cotton candy had a fight with a mop.

"I never skip a day to exercise my muscles," you announce in a voice that sounds like you've been inhaling helium, "but I always skip leg day lmaoo." You strike what you think is a powerful pose, but with the fake muscles shifting around under the shirt, you look more like a scarecrow in a windstorm.

Abby's serious expression wavers as you continue your performance. "I don't know how but my abs causes girls to cry out popcorn!" you declare, patting your obviously fake muscle padding with the confidence of someone who clearly doesn't understand anatomy.

The usually stoic and intense Abby starts to crack a smile. When you suddenly start marching around the room shouting "WATCH OUT EVERYONE, BIG MUSCLE MAN COMING THROUGHHH—" while your fake muscles bounce around ridiculously, he loses it completely.

His deep, genuine laughter fills the room - a sound so rare and precious that you almost break character. Abby, who typically expresses himself through actions rather than words, is doubled over with laughter. "Y/N," he gasps between laughs, "you look like you're wearing a life vest made of muscles."

Despite being someone who takes his physical strength and appearance seriously, Abby finds your ridiculous interpretation absolutely delightful. He's touched that you'd go to such lengths to make him laugh, even if it means making yourself look completely absurd. As he approaches you, still chuckling, he gently pokes one of your fake muscles, causing it to shift awkwardly.

"You know," he says with a rare grin, "your form is terrible, but your dedication is impressive."

Mystery

Mystery returns from a late-night recording session, moving through the apartment with his usual quiet grace. He's about to head to the bedroom when he notices a strange sound coming from the living room - what sounds like a dying walrus mixed with a broken air horn.

When he peers around the corner, he sees you wearing one of his oversized hoodies, but you've somehow managed to find a wig that's even more ridiculous than your previous attempts. This one is bright electric blue and looks like it was styled by sticking your finger in an electrical socket. The best part? You've tied it in front of your face so messily that you clearly can't see anything.

"BARK BARK BARK!" you're shouting at the wall, apparently not realizing you're facing the wrong direction. "YEAH KEEP RUNNING AWAY!" You're making exaggerated threatening gestures at what you think is an imaginary enemy, but you're actually intimidating a houseplant.

Mystery, who rarely shows emotion, feels his lips twitch upward. You continue your performance by declaring in the loudest possible voice: "I'm the the most QUIET one in the group!" The irony isn't lost on him as you proceed to bang around the room like a bull in a china shop.

"I can somehow still see with my hair covering my eyes?" you announce, promptly walking directly into the coffee table because you literally cannot see through the disaster wig you're wearing.

Mystery's shoulders shake with silent laughter. Here he is, usually the mysterious and unknowable member of the group, watching his partner accidentally terrorize furniture while wearing a wig that looks like a rejected My Little Pony accessory. The absurdity of the situation combined with your complete commitment to the bit breaks through his usual reserved demeanor.

He approaches you quietly (as he always does) and gently turns you around so you're facing the right direction. "Y/N," he says softly, his voice carrying a warmth that only you ever hear, "are you attempting to be mysterious?"

When you nod enthusiastically, somehow making the ridiculous wig even more disheveled, Mystery does something incredibly rare - he laughs. Not his usual barely audible chuckle, but a real, genuine laugh that fills the room. "Well," he says, reaching out to fix your wig slightly so you can actually see, "you've certainly achieved something mysterious. I'm mystified by how you managed to make that wig look worse than anything I've ever seen."

Romance

Romance glides through the front door with his usual smooth confidence, expecting to find you waiting for him with your typical warm welcome. Instead, he hears what sounds like someone strangling a cat mixed with what might generously be called "singing."

Following the sound, he finds you in the bedroom, wearing one of his silk shirts that's clearly too big for you, along with a wig that can only be described as "what would happen if a rainbow threw up on a troll doll." The wig is somehow simultaneously too curly, too straight, and too colorful, defying several laws of physics and good taste.

"Hey ladiessss~" you croon in a voice that sounds like you've been gargling with gravel, while attempting what you think is his signature flirtatious lean. Instead of his smooth, charming pose, you look like you're about to tip over.

Romance's perfectly sculpted eyebrow arches in bewilderment as you continue: "I'm sigma rizz and I pull the gyatts in Ohio." You're clearly trying to reference modern slang, but your delivery makes it sound like you're speaking an alien language. The fact that you're saying this while wearing a wig that looks like a craft store explosion makes it even more surreal.

"Wassup bbg—" you attempt his signature flirty greeting, but instead of his smooth, honeyed voice, you sound like a broken robot trying to be seductive.

Romance, who prides himself on being irresistibly charming and always knowing the right thing to say, finds himself completely speechless. Not because he's impressed, but because he's trying desperately not to burst into laughter. The sight of you attempting his carefully crafted romantic persona while looking like you lost a fight with a costume shop is both endearing and hilarious.

"My love," he manages to say, his voice carefully controlled, "what exactly are you trying to accomplish here?" But despite his words, his eyes are sparkling with amusement. You're the only person who could make him laugh at himself, and honestly, seeing his romantic moves interpreted this way is both humbling and absolutely delightful.

When you strike another one of his poses - this time looking like you're having some kind of medical emergency - Romance finally breaks. His melodious laughter fills the room as he approaches you, still trying to maintain some semblance of his smooth image but failing miserably.

"You know," he says, gently adjusting the disaster wig on your head, "I think you might need some lessons in romance. Lucky for you, I happen to be an expert."

Baby

Baby bounces into the apartment with his usual chaotic energy, calling out your name in his characteristic rapid-fire way. When he doesn't get an immediate response, he starts searching the apartment like an overeager puppy looking for its favorite toy.

He finds you in the kitchen, and the sight stops him dead in his tracks. You're wearing one of his oversized hoodies that reaches almost to your knees, paired with the most horrifically childish wig he's ever seen - it looks like someone crossed a baby doll's hair with cotton candy and then ran it through a blender. The wig is so bad it's somehow looping back around to being almost artistic in its terribleness.

"Goo goo ga ga bitch," you announce in the most ridiculous baby voice imaginable, while striking what you think is a cute pose but actually looks like you're doing some kind of weird interpretive dance.

Baby's eyes widen as you continue your performance: "Hey everyoneeee it's ya boyyyy, Ramuda Amemura 2.0!" The reference to the Hypnosis Mic character makes him snort with laughter because it's so unexpectedly specific and yet so completely wrong for the context.

"Abby and the others are annoying ugh," you say in a bratty voice, throwing in some exaggerated eye rolls that make the terrible wig shift around your head like a demented pet.

Baby, who's known for his unpredictable and chaotic energy, is completely delighted by your ridiculous impression. Your attempt at copying his youthful but intense personality has somehow resulted in you looking like a demented toddler having an existential crisis, and it's the funniest thing he's seen all week.

"OH MY GOD," he shrieks with laughter, his voice reaching octaves that probably shouldn't be humanly possible. "Y/N, you look like if a children's show character had a complete mental breakdown!"

He's practically bouncing with excitement as he circles around you, taking in every detail of your disaster costume. "The wig! THE WIG!" he gasps between fits of giggles. "It's so bad it's actually amazing! How did you even find something that terrible?"

Baby's reaction is pure, unfiltered joy. Unlike his older band mates who might try to maintain some composure, Baby is completely here for the chaos you've created. He starts copying your terrible poses, making them even more ridiculous, turning the whole thing into an impromptu comedy show.

"We should make this an official music video," he declares with the kind of serious expression that only makes the situation more absurd. "This could be our new concept - 'Saja Boys but make it cursed.'"

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