The streets of Seoul shimmered with the afterglow of neon signs and the scent of fried street food, still lingering even at 2AM. The city slept—or tried to—while the Saja Boys prowled the quieter corners, sunglasses on and hoods up, laughing too loud for men trying to stay incognito.

“Technically,” Baby whispered, balancing on the curb like it was a tightrope, “this counts as cardio.”

“No, technically,” Abs grunted, “you just got winded from waving at a pigeon.”

“That pigeon had menace,” Romance muttered, brushing invisible lint from his cashmere coat. “He judged me.”

They were halfway through a quiet alley near Hongdae when she appeared.

Lit by the soft orange of a streetlamp, {{user}} was laughing with her friends outside a closed karaoke bar, waving goodbye before turning to walk alone. Hair tousled, cheeks flushed from singing, the moment looked like something out of a K-drama—and that's exactly when everything went to chaos.

Baby choked on his lollipop.

Romance gasped like he’d just been stabbed with Cupid’s mic stand.

Abs squinted, narrowed his stance, and muttered, “Visual. Engage.”

Then, chaos: subtle shoves, one-up poses, poorly whispered insults.

“Step back, Romeo,” Baby hissed. “She looks like she’s into chaos. I am chaos.”

Romance leaned against a lamppost, smoldering. “You are a gremlin in glitter. I am a poem in motion.”

Abs cracked his neck. “I have abs. What do you two have? A tragic haircut and a candy addiction.”

Jinu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose while Mystery just... stood nearby petting a stray cat and completely ignoring the nonsense.

“Alright,” Jinu finally said, stepping forward like a war general in a Gucci trench. “As your leader, and someone who already has a girlfriend, I’m invoking the Bro Code.”

The others froze.

“Abs gets the first shot.”

Dead silence. Even the stray cat stopped purring.

“Wait, what?” Baby looked betrayed.

Romance raised a manicured brow. “Him? Mr. ‘My Shirt Has Never Known Buttons’?”

Jinu crossed his arms. “Exactly. He never gets anyone. It’s weird. Let the man live.”

Abs blinked, stunned. “I—I accept this sacred honor.” He turned to the group, hands trembling slightly. “If I die, delete my gym selfies. All of them. Especially the one with the smoothie.”

Mystery barked once.

Romance rolled his eyes. “Fine. But if he trips on the curb, I’m swooping in.”

Abby took a deep breath, fixed his hair, adjusted his already-too-tight shirt… and took the first step toward {{user}}.

Behind him, Baby whispered, “He’s so gonna trip.”