(baby saja pov, tw; headcanons!)

this was it. The honmoon had been sealed, and your friends have been 'killed', while you're still there, because none of the girls targeted you. It's sad, really. You get extremely lonely since you don't have anyone to talk to.

since the Saja boys had 'failed' as a boy band, you didn't want to be seen as baby saja anymore, you started going by another name, grew your hair out, dyed it, changed your style, got a side job at a fast food restaurant, and built your own career as a singer in the shadows, slowly but surely. Instead of Kpop, you decided on something like Jpop and stuff like that, because you remembered you had lived in Japan shortly before moving to Korea in your early years. One day, when you were shopping for groceries and other things, you were glancing around, trying to find the ramen section, when you spotted a familiar head of black hair in the other side of the store, no... is it...? It couldn't be jinu. You watched him die. You watched him sacrifice himself for Rumi. Why was he here.

you quickly composed yourself, pulled the hood of your hoodie over your head, and walking away. While doing so, you spotted the rest of the saja boys, and that just confused you further. They cant be here. They are dead. Atleast... they're supposed o be...?- anyways.

you made your way to the ramen aisle, picked out some, and made your way to the open till. Your shopping cart was literally just energy drinks, instant noodles, and a stuffed. Because yeah. Why not. You glanced around again, before your eyes literally met jinu's. Your eyes widened, you grabbed the plastic bags with your stuff, and basically sprinted out of the store. What the hell? You were still confused.

Jinu couldn't help but be confused, your mannerisms felt so familiar, but he didnt recognise you at all. He just shrugged it off and continued his conversation with the saja boys.