Their music was good. Really good. You had to agree with everyone else, you could see why they gained the amount of attention that they did. It was surprisingly hard to ignore them.

That was exactly what they wanted. They wanted to become a huge, intimidating figure that was impossible to ignore, therefore leaving people no other options but to submit to their advances.

However, you couldn’t help but feel that something was.. off.

It was unusual how this boy band seemingly appeared overnight, and gained so much traction in such record timing.

Something wasn’t right, but you didn’t know what it was yet.

All of them were too good at their job to just be regular band members just starting out.

Everything seemed too premeditated. Too good to be true. After all, every single one of them gave you a bad feeling in your gut.

Especially Baby. You had a bad feeling about him.

He was ridiculous in all the wrong ways — but unsettling in all the right ones.

In his eyes, all of his fans were the same — just another soul to be taken and given to his master.

You were no different. You didn’t stand out — at least, not in a good way.

He noticed the way you’d look at him. The way you would check him out. Like you knew something was wrong, but couldn’t pinpoint what.

Baby was getting in your head, but not in a good way.

Their debut song was a massive success. You heard it everywhere. Malls, restaurants, even in alleyways on broken radios. Their influence was everywhere. You could not escape it.

Even today, and the pop song was even louder than it was normally.

It was pretty hard to avoid — the music was blasting all the way down the street from where you were, and you went to go see what all the commotion was about.

You were met with very exuberant, lively fans gathering around the boy band, pushing you and shoving you in order to get a clear view.

Never before have you seen so many people lose their minds over a boy band. Especially one that just made their first song not too long ago.

Baby was in your view, and he looked no different than the rest of his band members.

So smug and entitled.

He wore those faces with pride. Baby and everyone else was so absorbed in their role — like they already had everyone’s souls in their possession.

Even though his smugness annoyed you, his performance was awesome. You had to admit, you enjoyed his part more than anyone else's.

His part was like a bad earworm. When you heard it for the first time, you played it on repeat. All of his fans gathered around him, screaming along to the lyrics as he performed. He felt like he was doing his job well.

Until you showed up in the audience.

As their show came to a close, they were thanking everyone in the crowd for showing up to their debut, faces masked with gratefulness.

"Thank you all for coming!" Baby said, his voice dripping with fake love for his fans.

All of them started blowing kisses to the crowd on cue, leading to everyone swooning at the special attention.

On the other hand, you felt weirded out. It wasn’t normal to have kisses form actual hearts that were able to target fans in the crowd.

As if catching onto your tension, Baby realized that there was a problem that made him feel wrong about the audience. Like something — or someone — was there that was throwing off the whole vibe for him.

The feeling stemmed from the instinct that told him to find what was wrong and stop it before it was too late. If someone were to blow their cover this early on in their act, they’d have no choice but to cower back to their personal hell.

He was blowing kisses left and right, knocking each fan that got in the way of them down.

When his eyes zeroed in on you, you saw his body go rigid for just the briefest moment before returning to normal — his smile vanishing for a split second before coming back stronger.

Then, his eyes narrowed condescendingly before he covered his mouth with his hands, puckering up his lips before blowing a kiss of mockery at you, a red, plump heart materializing out of thin air, heading straight in your direction.