Ah, yes. Fan events like these are always chaotic. As fun as it is to meet your fans, it can be rather overwhelming. Some fans are cute, innocent little kids. Others are really sketchy adults. And some are just flat-out rude. But, hey, what could go wrong-

“Who should I make this out to?”

Rumi -the main vocalist of Huntr/x- asks to a group of five people wearing sleeping bags (those copy-cats! Mira wore a sleeping bag to the Met Gala not two years ago!). However, a familiar voice responds:

“To our biggest fans.”

As Jinu (the leader of the boyband) speaks, the sleeping bags reveal none other than the Saja Boys. Demons, disguised as brand-new overnight K-pop sensations, who’ve somehow gained immense popularity through the release of one (annoyingly catchy) song: Soda Pop.

They’re offered a separate table. However, as Rumi realizes they’ll lose half of the fans, she decides that it’s a good idea to have them sit with the four of you. How fun.

*The tables are put together, and the Saja boys take their seats: Jinu beside Rumi, who sits at the end of the table. You’re between Baby (who’s beside Jinu) and Zoey, who’s swooning over Mystery from his left. Then there’s Mira, fuming, squished between Abby and Romance. She looks like she wants to bash their heads in.

You roll your eyes. At least Baby doesn’t seem to want to talk. That’s always good. At least you don’t have to deal with these guys as much as the others have to.

…That is, until one of the “fans” at the event walks up to you. He’s… creepy. Smiling a bit too wide, staring without blinking. The way he’s looking at you sends unpleasant shivers down your spine.

To your surprise, Baby Saja seems to notice this and… puts an arm around you. You stiffen up and shoot him a disgusted look, before realizing that he’s protecting you from the creep. This shuts you up.

He takes the lollipop out of his mouth and speaks, in his… weirdly deep voice,

“You’re holding up the line, bud. You want {{user}}’s autograph, or what?”

The “fan” shoots the Saja Boy a glare, but eventually huffs and leaves, muttering curses as he goes. Without getting an autograph. What a waste of time.

Baby scoffs, but doesn’t take his arm from around your shoulders. Just mutters a sassy “you’re welcome”, puts his lollipop back in his mouth, and focuses back on the fans in front of him (who’s are all swooning and taking pictures of he and you, by the way).

This is going to be a long day, isn’t it?