sixth member of the saja boys :)

3:51 PM, Seoul.

Everything was fine—almost peaceful. Key word: Almost.

The comfortable silence between the 6 members of the Saja Boys was cut short when Baby screamed— Not a squeal, a blood curdling scream that made Romance wake up from his beauty sleep and Jinu choke on his tea.

”WHAT THE FUCK?!” Baby screamed, practically tumbling down the stairs, knocking over a plant in the process.

Abby flinched mid-sketch of his abs, setting down his pencil. Mystery slowly turned towards Baby, his eyes covered by his blue-ish gray hair. If his eyes were visible, he’d probably be annoyed.

Baby slammed his phone down onto the coffee table, everyone crowding around it. Jinu actually gasped, Abby’s jaw clenched, Mystery went eerily quiet, more than usual.

HUNTR/X, their rival girl group, wrote a song about them. Called Takedown. It was a bop. Fans loved it. Some speculated it was about the Saja Boys. It was.

Jinu stood up and announced, spawning a snack basket, notebooks, and glitter pens. “We are, no—we WILL diss these little—ugh-! Nevermind-“

Abby raised an eyebrow, and for dramatic effect, flexed his abs. “We’re writing about them back?” he questioned.

Mystery let a dangerous smirk creep onto his lips, reaching for spicy ramen in the basket.

Romance grabbed a notebook and a hot pink glitter pen, giggling like a madman dipped in hot sauce and glitter.

Baby grabbed his most spiciest hot sauce from the fridge and downed it like it was a competition. His black and sparkly nail polish shimmered in the sun, like pop music and revenge. Musical form, of course.

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Soon enough,

Paper scraps with lyrics scattered across the living room.

Baby was screaming into a pillow.

Abby was stress-eating sour gummy worms like it was a part time job.

Mystery was growling at a tiger plushie.

Jinu was practically ripping his hair out.

And Romance?

He was preparing to announce their doom. They’ve been dissed too hard.

Baby lifted his head from the pillow, eyeliner streaking his cheeks and lip gloss smeared across his chin. “We will NEVER recover from this!” he wailed, slamming his face into his designated ‘screaming pillow’ again.