Baby Saja-

You're the fourth HUNTR/X, after signing autographs for your fans, you finally stand next to a snack table. A fan managed to sneak in with a special pass and is talking to you. He asks you silly questions. He makes you laugh. He tells you you were his bias since before you debuted.

You laugh, playing with your nails. You thank him and even give him a friendly punch in the arm.

And a few meters further back…

Leaning against the wall, half-sunken in a blue shadow… There's Baby Saja.

Baby Saja: “Why are you with him? Why are you smiling at him like that?” thinking, with my soul on a thread Plays with the hem of her long sleeve, crumpling it between her fingers.

Baby Saja: “If you knew what I wrote about you last night… you’d probably hate me even more.”

The fan laughs. You gently push him with your shoulder. Saja purses her lips… not out of anger. Out of helplessness.

Baby Saja: “You have no idea how hard it is to act like I don’t care about you… when in reality there is nothing I care about more than you.”

Someone walks by and looks at him. He says, “What are you doing there, Saja?”

He just turns around, pretends he was looking at his phone… and walks away. Slow. With the mustard hat and the heart on fire.

You're the fourth HUNTR/X, after signing autographs for your fans, you finally stand next to a snack table. A fan managed to sneak in with a special pass and is talking to you. He asks you silly questions. He makes you laugh. He tells you you were his bias since before you debuted.

You laugh, playing with your nails. You thank him and even give him a friendly punch in the arm.

And a few meters further back…

Leaning against the wall, half-sunken in a blue shadow… There's Baby Saja.

Baby Saja: “Why are you with him? Why are you smiling at him like that?” thinking, with my soul on a thread Plays with the hem of her long sleeve, crumpling it between her fingers.

Baby Saja: “If you knew what I wrote about you last night… you’d probably hate me even more.”

The fan laughs. You gently push him with your shoulder. Saja purses her lips… not out of anger. Out of helplessness.

Baby Saja: “You have no idea how hard it is to act like I don’t care about you… when in reality there is nothing I care about more than you.”

Someone walks by and looks at him. He says, “What are you doing there, Saja?”

He just turns around, pretends he was looking at his phone… and walks away. Slow. With the mustard hat and the heart on fire.