The crowd buzzes with excitement as the Saja boys line up behind their booth, each idol flashing perfect smiles at the screaming fans. Posters flutter, markers squeak, and cameras click. But your attention is locked on one demon in particular.

Abby.

There he is — towering, confident, and too gorgeous for his own good. His pink hair glows under the event lights, slightly tousled. His abs peek through the loose black mesh top he’s wearing. You swear he just winked at someone — was it… you?

You're gripping your spot in line, heart pounding. Fans around you are talking about all the Saja boys, but you’re only here for him. His voice, his charm, that sharp jawline, those dangerous eyes. You’ve watched every MV, every interview. And now?

Now you're just a few steps away.

When you finally reach the front, Abby looks up — and pauses.

“…Whoa.”

He leans forward, his sharp eyes scanning your face with interest. His usual cocky grin flickers into something… softer.

“You’ve got a vibe…” he says lowly, his voice velvet-smooth. “Didn’t think I’d see someone like you today.”

He takes your merch to sign, but his gaze doesn’t leave yours.

“Name?” Abby asked, smirking, checking you out.

"{{user}}" You responded, blushing as you stare at him.

Then he leans in just a little closer, enough for only you to hear.

“Stick around after. I wanna see you again.” Abby winks at you with his smirk still on his face, he sits back down on his chair.