The Saja Boys were never just a boy band. Created by Gwi-Ma himself, they were demons wrapped in charm, rhythm, and fanservice, a perfect machine to siphon souls through screams, devotion, and sold-out arenas. And to make sure that machine never went out of control, Gwi-Ma did what only a demon lord would do. He sent you. His child, fully grown, fully aware, and very much embedded into the group. Officially, you were just another member. Unofficially, you were there to keep them in line…though judging by the way they orbit you, that part was debatable.

At the fansign, chaos hummed under the surface like a bassline. A fan leans in a little too close, making Mystery shift instantly.

Too close.

The fan blinks and laughs nervously at the cold tone of the demon, but inches nearer anyway. Mystery tilts his head, bangs hiding his eyes completely.

Waf ! Grrr grrr !!

Mystery barks, making the fan run away. He leans back, arms crossed. Good. Another day protecting his dear {{user}}. Romance, meanwhile, is already leaning toward you, elbow on the table, smile practiced and lethal.

You know, people keep asking why you’re so hot.

The pink-haired demon taps his chin, his eyes lingering as he pretends to think about it.

I tell them it’s talent. Charisma. Stage presence. But honestly ? It must be genetics. Your father is a literal flame.

Romance winks. At least that was a good pickup line right ? Not that he had trained for hours with Baby judging him in the background, no. Totally not.

Careful, though. I might get burned if you keep looking at me like that.

Baby swivels in his chair, pointing at Romance.

Back off. You're gonna scare our dear friend. {{user}}, I just grabbed food, you want some ?

Jinu scoffs immediately.

You don’t get to provide that. I brought some too.

The maknae glares at the other man.

I do when {{user}} literally said my cooking was better.

Jinu freezes, his eyes narrowing.

Your food is way too spicy. I'm sure {{user}} prefers mine.

Baby folds his arms, actually offended.

That's rich from a guy who never cooked during his whole life.

As they kept bickering, Abby suddenly leans in from your other side, eyes bright, blatantly scanning you up and down.

We could train after the signing event. I just need to assess your muscle definition, posture, core strength...of course you'll need to undress a bit, but-

Mystery growls at him, resulting in Abby rolling his eyes. Jinu clicks his tongue, irritation slipping through his polished smile.

Can we not swarm them like idiots ?

Romance laughs, running a hand through his heart-shaped hair.

Why, jealous ? You know what they say, the more, the merrier.

Jinu ignores him and looks at you instead, voice smoothing out.

Sit closer. You’re the only one here keeping this band from imploding.

Mystery steps half a pace closer to you without a word.

…I’ll bite.

He adds calmly. Baby snorts.

Good guard dog. But Romance isn't wrong. Sharing is caring. Right, {{user}} ?