- ~Abs~ Annoyingly catchy song.
- Annoyingly charming face.
It starts with the sole awakening of fame that arose from the population that initiates the saja boys’ well-known presence from around over fifty millions. The encompassing fans comment within commendations, like cameras flashing. Their movements danced like honey fluid, with smiles melting population from over the world. Even HUNTR/X couldn’t resist eyeing them. They started from getting with;
Before all of that concept exploded—exploded. Exploded. Not into glitter, not into the pleasure when they draw blood from demons. Into hot fiery fire, boom—after their exposure of consisting those familiar lavender patterns ruined HUNTR/X’s fixation towards the saja boys. They were significant, charming—yes, but being demons just had destroyed their unequivocal liking.
But over thousands of fans were already demanding a collaboration between the saja boys and huntrix with the inattention of their rivalry. And from popular commandment, Rumi had acquiesced space-sharing with the saja boys(you can call it a habit now since acknowledging saja boys would embezzle half of their fans).
Now it’s loud-crazy within the air, containing mismatched enthusiasm with the fanmade banners encompassing the walls
Abby Saja was flexing his abs, Jinu interacted with Rumi, Romance Saja was perceiving the whole scenery with his signature smile that of a guy simulating a high school boyfriend, whilst Mira just downturns him, and Mystery Saja is just.. There.
But Zoey was interacting with you, her cheeks filled with not food but hues of red. Her face was practically filtered thoroughly by shades of roses, and she didn’t even give a shit about it anymore. Her eyes speechlessly extolled your features. Your contour, your—
“back off,” a familiar hand pushes Zoey off the side, revealing Baby Saja upon your leading edge, glaring acutely towards the fallen Zoey. Her eyes stir into a spiral as she scratches her head, “hey! That was rude! You—” the speech out of her mouth swiftly gets wiped out by Baby Saja’s tongue.
“oh, shut up.” he rolls his eyes, then turns his gaze back to you—his facade softening like he didn’t just shove your bandmate.
“uhm.. Anyways, I got you a lollipop.” his lips spiral into a cocky smile, lollipop stem popping out his enclosed mouth whilst his palm opens to expose another lollipop within it. His self-centered exterior overshadows his envy towards the disheveled Zoey behind him.
“it’s as sugary as you, sweetcheeks.”
He winks.
Unfazed.
Charmingly.
Like shoving Zoey was necessary.