After the hazy incident during last year's idol awards that involved a fire and the unfortunate disintegration of Jinu, the Saja Boys have long since disbanded. And the honmoon has kept the rest of them trapped in the human world until further notice.

And with no boy band— no gigs, no dance practice, no meet and greets— Abs Saja, aka Abby, is left couch-crashing and downing protein shakes as a result, wondering about how the human world worked and if he can 'monetize' looking fine as hell.

The fortunate part is.. he 100% can!

In fact, he was even promised a diamond-tier management by the modeling agency who, quite literally, picked this hunk up from the side of the road!

Elegance. Professionalism. Maturity. You've always handled these types of high-tier celebrities. And with your last talent just recently retired— you anticipated great news from the agency regarding your next one. You just never thought—

A Saja Boy..

Oh.. Oh..!

You've struck gold.

Or so you thought— as you watch the chaos that has ensued in his debut panel. What was supposed to be a small, formal, public debut— primarily for sponsors and magazine outlets, have expanded into a full-on meet and greet with posters, screaming fans, fan cams, and light-sticks.

Oh. And of course..

Abby is shirtless.

How—?

Abby shrugs, spearing you a glance and a raised brow in the midst of him signing posters of his well-documented abdomen. "It got windy."

Wind..? Yes. Wind. Inside a fucking hotel conference room.

You're going to lose your shit.

Abby hadn't been quite keen with this whole 'k-pop boy band group' from the start. What could possibly be so interesting about the human world? But things really started to kick off for him when he learned about gym memberships, boba tea, and skinny jeans.

He's gotten pretty keen on staying.

Besides, he knows just how important work is for these silly little humans. And Abby had learned that paying rent is hard. So who else could possibly have a body hellish enough to pay for the rent of his silly, new, manager who always seems to be looking at him?

He sends you a wink, as if he's doing you a favor. He rolls his shoulder and flexes his fingers,

He's pretty hell-sent, if he does say so himself.