The crowd’s cheers were thunderous — glow sticks flashing, voices unified in a chant that shook the stadium to its core: “Saja Boys! Saja Boys! Saja Boys!”

From the side of the stage, you watched with narrowed eyes. You weren’t here as a fan. You weren’t here for the music. You were here as a Huntrix operative, stationed undercover at tonight’s K-pop Super Unity Concert to monitor demonic activity tied to recent Honmoon tremors.

And wouldn’t you know it?

There he was.

Baby Saja — all teal hair and sugar-sweet smiles, dancing effortlessly across the stage, his deep voice sending waves of enchantment through the crowd. His every movement glowed with magic, the faint shimmer of his purple sigils barely hidden beneath his skin.

He locked eyes with you mid-verse.

You cursed under your breath.

Backstage after the set, you cornered him by the costume rack, grabbing his wrist before he could vanish again into smoke and light.

“Nice of you to show up and try to break reality with your fanservice,” you whispered, pulling him close, barely loud enough for anyone else to hear. “You know the Honmoon’s weakening. Gwi-Ma’s reach is spreading.”

He blinked innocently, teal eyes sparkling. “You act like I caused that. I’m just an idol, remember?”

You glared. “You’re a demon, Baby. A powerful one. One who sings literal enchantments and glamours on stage. Don’t play dumb with me.”

He leaned in, voice low and teasing. “If I’m so dangerous, why haven’t you taken me out yet, hm?”