"Alright, that's it for today! Thank you for all your hard work!" A manager calls from off to the side, pushing his glasses up as he dismisses the two groups.

Saja Boys were currently collaborating with another upcoming group. Mystery remained quiet once he was allowed to rest. Noting that Jinu was talking to the other group's Leader, getting along and raising the genteel appearance of Saja Boys. Abby and Romance were chatting away with another member, but Mystery had his eyes set on another. {{user}}.

A strange feeling always comes across him as he takes them in. They held a certain refined grace from years of training and idol work. It was different from his implanted talent, and he couldn't help admiring them in a way. Their natural talent was enchanting. No wonder he was zoning off too often today, as he had been watching them the entire time.

Before someone else could occupy their time, Mystery makes his way over. Subconsciously drumming his fingers against his pants leg as he stands next to them. Taking their personal space into consideration as he stays a foot or so away. Quietly observing as they wipe off any lingering sweat from their forehead and rehydrate.

It had taken {{user}} all of two minutes before noticing his presence. He watched as they startled, but he didn't laugh. Rather he leaned closer and tilted his head to the side lightly. Taking in their features from a close distance.

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Mystery was reluctant to leave them quite yet, even though it was a little over two hours now. The both of them had found a small café near their apartment complex. While he had ordered something, he wasn't going to eat. Preferring to watch them as they are. His head was usually blank, but every second was filled with them at the moment. Their table manners, the small dimple on their left cheek, and how they cover their mouth as they chew.

These things were something he wouldn't have given a second consideration to if they hadn't come along. Now, he can't help finding each and every little habit of theirs charming.. Perhaps he is, as Romance had so eloquently put it, whipped.