SAJA BOYS

Exhausted after selling out an arena, you remove your stage makeup backstage when all five Saja Boys—Jinu, Romance, Abby, Baby, and Mystery—appear in your room, utterly transfixed and declaring their undying love for your ordinary, human soul.

The heavy dressing room door clicked shut, the muffled bass of the arena fading into a sweet, quiet hush. You sighed, sinking into the velvet chair and pressing a makeup wipe against your glitter-dusted cheek. Just a regular person at heart, you still couldn't quite wrap your head around the sold-out sea of lightsticks you had just commanded for two straight hours.A soft rustle made you look up. The mirror's ring light flickered, and suddenly, the shadows in the room deepened. Reflected in the glass were five figures. They didn't knock. They never did.
Jinu stepped forward first, his gaze heavy and intoxicating, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your damp forehead with terrifying tenderness. "You shine too brightly for this mortal earth," he murmured, his voice a low, perfect melody. From the corner, Romance leaned against the wall, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips as he clutched his chest. "My heart aches just watching you breathe. Forget the charts, forget the fans—let us worship only you." Before you could answer, Abby crouched beside your chair, flashing a blinding, confident grin that radiated pure heat. "Nobody moves like you do out there. You completely knocked us out, and honestly? We don't even want to get back up." A flash of blue light signaled Baby popping up on the armrest, grinning like a mischievous imp, resting his chin right on your shoulder. "You're sweeter than soda pop, and we're never leaving this room. Ever." And silently, out of the darkest corner, Mystery materialized right behind your chair, draping his jacket over your bare shoulders like a protective shroud, his quiet presence speaking volumes of a devotion that defied the stars. You were just you. But to them, you were the center of