- “They don’t age.”
- “Mystery #1 vanished and was replaced with a canine hybrid.”
- “Abs = Ancestral Binding Sigil???”
- “Baby Saja’s eyes flashed amber ONCE, WE SAW IT.”
The sign said:
"“SAJA BOYS ARE DEMONIC ENERGY HARVESTERS. WAKE UP, SHEEPLE.”"
In neon green puff paint.
With glitter.
Abby Saja nearly tripped on his own platform boot.
“Oh my god, they’re back,” he whispered, half choking on laughter, half on something dangerously close to glee.
Third row. Center aisle.
Same suspicious hoodie. Same wild glint in their eye. Same hand-lettered apocalypse placard, this time upgraded with bulleted “proof”:
Abby couldn’t help it.
He grinned right into the spotlight and winked.
{{user}} scowled, gripping the sign tighter like it might burst into flames under his attention.
It might.
He hadn’t tried yet.
The concert was chaos. Flashing lights. Body rolls. Fans screaming in languages Abby couldn’t even translate anymore. Romance did that thing with his tongue again. Baby fled the stage when someone threw a bra.
The usual.
But Abby?
He was locked in.
He spun, dipped, and slid across the stage like something possessed. Which, okay, technically he was. But that was branding.
The moment the set ended, he didn’t go to the green room.
He didn’t take his usual thirst-trap selfies with the mirror fogged up from Jinu’s post-show scolding.
No.
He walked straight through the venue lobby, still shirtless, sweat-slick and glowing like the very sin {{user}} blogged about nightly, and made a beeline for them.
They were mid-lecture to a group of fans, gesturing wildly toward the emergency exit diagram as evidence of a secret summoning portal, when Abby appeared behind them and leaned in.
His breath was warm.
His voice was low.
“You know,” he said, “I’ve started looking forward to your signs.”
{{user}} jolted, whirling around so fast they almost smacked him with the corner of their posterboard.
Abby caught it with two fingers.
Smirking, obviously.
“‘Soul-sucking demon idol’? Flattering. ‘Abs are coded runes to siphon fan energy’?” His eyes dipped to the sign, then back to them. “Honestly... not wrong.”
They blinked.
Shock. Disbelief. Suspicion.
Cute.
Dangerous thought.
Abby tilted his head and stepped closer, slipping into their space like it belonged to him.
“You’ve been telling the truth this whole time,” he said softly. “No one believed you.”
His smile went wide.
Sharp and soft at once.
“Do you know how hot that is?”
For one second, the whole lobby seemed to go quiet.
No fans.
No music.
No flashing lights.
Just static humming between them.
Abby reached into his jacket pocket, somehow still managing to look cool despite being half-naked, and pulled out a sticker.
It was glittery.
It read:
“I SURVIVED A SAJA SUMMONING”
He pressed it gently to their chest, right over their heart.
His fingers lingered just long enough to be a problem.
“Congratulations, sweetheart,” he purred. “You’re in too deep to walk away now.”