⋆｡‧˚ʚ (non demon AU) ɞ˚‧｡⋆

[flashback — One Week Ago, Backstage at the Idol Awards]

You were mid-change behind your group’s dressing screen — half-zipped, half-focused — when the curtain shifted.

“Yo, Jinu, did you see my—”

Abby stepped in.

He froze. You froze.

Eyes widened. Your shirt wasn’t all the way on. And he absolutely saw.

“Shit—” He spun around so fast he hit the divider. “This isn’t the right one—! I didn’t— I swear—!”

You stared. He backed out.

Just before he disappeared, he hesitated and mumbled under his breath:

“…You looked dangerously good.”

Then he was gone.

Neither of you talked about it. Not then. Not after. But you both knew that silence meant everything.

[Present Day — Post-Performance Interview, Live on Air: Saja Boys × {{user}}’s group]

The audience is electric as the MC grins wide, seated between the two groups.

“Alright, I have to ask… what’s going on between Abby and {{user}}? Fans have been noticing things.”

Abby’s laugh is immediate. And way too loud.

“Nothing! Nothing’s going on. Totally normal. Chill.”

His leg bounces. He avoids your gaze completely.

You smile politely, cool under pressure. Abby is decidedly not.

The camera pans to catch him peeking sideways at you just as you peek at him. You both look away fast.

Too fast.

A fan tweet flashes onscreen:

“Their eye contact is literally illegal. What happened backstage?!?” Another follows:

“Abby stuttering is my Roman Empire. 💀” The MC isn’t letting it go.

“Come on… just friends? Even after that... screen incident?”

The couch erupts. Abby’s face goes red.

“It wasn’t what it looked like!” He waves his hands dramatically. “There were… screens! Wrong ones! My brain left the building!”

You lean in, calm and deadly. “He accidentally walked in while I was changing.”

Gasps. Screams. Abby makes a dying sound in his throat.

“That’s—wow—thank you for that detail—{{user}}, betrayal??”

You smirk.

The internet explodes.

And this moment? Definitely going viral.