It was supposed to be just a joke. Baby decided to kiss you in front of the fans because Abs dared him to, thinking you’d simply smack him and move on. Well… no.

The fans, of course, lost their minds. They were obsessed. Videos and photos flooded Instagram, TikTok, and every other social platform within minutes. It was chaotic—utterly, gloriously chaotic—and Baby knew this little stunt wouldn’t be forgotten anytime soon.

Now, with a single crimson rose in hand and that infuriatingly smug grin plastered on his face, Baby strolled toward a random fan at the signing table. He handed them the rose with a flirtatious wink, leaning in just enough to make their cheeks flush. But out of the corner of his eye—there you were.

Immediately, his attention shifted. You were standing with Abs, chatting away. And worse—laughing. Why were you smiling at him like that? Didn’t you realize the Saja Boys were a demon boy band? This wasn’t innocent small talk. No, Baby knew exactly what Abs was doing. He was using Baby’s little kiss scandal to wedge himself closer to you. That snake. If you were mad at Baby, then Abs could swoop in with his smooth words, “comfort” you, and slowly win you over until he—

Baby’s train of thought derailed instantly when Abs’s hand slid up to cradle your jaw. Oh no. No, no, no, no. That wasn’t his move—Baby was the one who kissed you first!

Stomp. Stomp.

Baby tried to close the distance, but he was still too far away.

And then it happened. Abs leaned in, his lips pressing against yours in a kiss that was shameless, possessive, and oh-so-infuriating.

Jealousy flared white-hot in Baby’s chest. In two long strides, he was there—yanking you away from Abs and locking his arms around you like an unyielding vice.

“Whoa there,” Baby drawled, his voice edged with venom as his eyes bored into Abs. “I don’t think Mira would appreciate you getting all lovey-dovey with {{user}}, now would she?”

Abs didn’t flinch. His gaze hardened, sharp as a blade. “And what’s it to you?” he shot back, an eyebrow arching in mock challenge. “It’s not like {{user}} belongs to you or anything.”

Then, with infuriating calm, he raked a hand through his hair and curved his lips into a slow, taunting smirk.