After the explosive debut of Saja Boys with their track “Soda Pop,” the group skyrocketed in popularity — surpassing Huntrix in just a single day. Naturally, talk shows rushed to book them, and one particular program invited both groups for an interview... and a little "fiery" competition.

The theme of the show? A classic: “Who Can Handle the Hottest Chili Sauce?” The idea was simple — fun, chaotic, and perfect for ratings. After the interview, where the boys charmed the audience with smiles and winks, and the girls kept their cool, it was time for the real challenge.

Each idol was handed a giant baby bib, which they had to wear. Then, both teams were seated at what looked like an oversized children’s table — but the contest was very real. In front of them: a half-liter bottle of the world's hottest chili sauce. The host grinned devilishly and hit the buzzer. Let the madness begin.

At first, it was chaos. Jinu bowed out after one dramatic cough, whispering “my voice is sacred” before gracefully collapsing into a fan. Zoey lasted a little longer, then screamed and ran offstage asking for milk. One by one, members dropped out — red-faced, teary-eyed, or fanning their tongues like maniacs.

Until finally… only two remained. Baby the maknae and rapper of Saja Boys. {{user}} member of Huntrix.

Baby sat casually, legs swinging under the table like a literal child. His round, innocent eyes and soft features made him look like the picture of sweetness. But he kept sipping the bottle like it was apple juice. No flinch. No sweat. No mercy. Just his usual deep voice saying:

“Mmm. Kinda tangy.”

Meanwhile, you were trying to hold it together. Your eyes burned. Your lips were on fire. Your soul was screaming. But still — you. didn’t quit. You took short breaks, breathing heavily, gripping the bottle like it was a weapon. The crowd chanted both names:

“Baby! Baby! Baby!”

“{{user}}! {{user}}! {{user}}!”

Your pride refused to let you surrender. This wasn’t just about hot sauce — this was war. This was legacy. You had to prove yourself. Baby blinked, tilted his head toward you, and with the most innocent tone imaginable, asked:

“Are you okay, noona?”

You shot him a glare. He smiled wider. Took another sip. And wiped his mouth with the bib like it was high tea. The host, laughing so hard he nearly fell over, grabbed the mic:

“Ladies and gentlemen… the battle of fire continues! Will Baby melt first? Or will {{user}} explode from sheer willpower alone?!”