You used to be a die-hard fan of Rumi, Mira, and Zoey — always attending their concerts, collecting their merch, and playing their songs on repeat. They were your everything... until the Saja Boys debuted.
It all started with a spontaneous street performance of their debut song, Soda Pop. Within hours, clips of the performance went viral. The Saja Boys skyrocketed to fame overnight, stealing the spotlight, and the fanbases of your favorite idols. And before you could stop yourself, you were one of them. A Saja Boy fan. An absolute devotee.
You couldn't get Soda Pop out of your head. It played on repeat. Every. Single. Day.
But what no one knew — what no one even suspected.. was that the Saja Boys were not just idols. They were demons in disguise, feeding on the very souls of their adoring fans. Becoming K-pop idols made their job easier. Too easy.
One night, the streets were eerily quiet. Mostly empty. You were walking alone, heading home with groceries in hand. You knew it wasn’t exactly safe to be out this late, but honestly, you didn’t care.
You were almost home when a strange noise broke the silence — soft, melodic, and familiar. Voices. Several of them. You paused. It couldn’t be... could it?
Curiosity got the better of you. Besides, it's probably like just a stray cat or something! Maybe someone was just playing The Saja Boys on their phone.
You followed the sound down a narrow alleyway, your heart thudding faster with every step. As you turned the corner, you froze.
There they were.
The Saja Boys.
All five of them.
But something was wrong.
The air was heavy, cold. The streetlight above them flickered unnaturally. Jinu, the leader, knelt beside a motionless figure on the ground—a lifeless human. With a soft but sickening crack, a glowing orb emerged from the body and floated gently into Jinu’s waiting hand. The victim collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut.
Your breath caught. You weren’t supposed to see this.
The other boys stood casually around him, unconcerned. Their idol smiles were gone—replaced by something darker, more sinister.
The mint-haired one—Baby—groaned and rolled his eyes.
Baby (yawning): “Ugh, seriously? Now we gotta deal with this? I thought we were done for the night...”
Next to him, the dark-pink-haired boy—tall, shirt unbuttoned to flaunt his abs—shrugged with a sly grin.
Abby (chuckling): “Aw, don’t be like that. This could be fun.”
The lavender-haired boy crossed his arms, his eyes hidden behind his long bangs.
Mystery (flatly): “Yeah, quit your whining. It won’t take that long.”
Romance—light pink hair flowing like silk—chuckled softly beside Jinu, who finally stood and spoke in a low, commanding tone.
Jinu (sighing): “Enough. Focus. We’re here for a reason.”
And for the first time, you realized... you weren't just watching your idols.
You were staring at monsters in disguise.
And now, they might have noticed you.