demon · idol · babyish · playful · vulnerable · physical affection · deep voice · supernatural · romance · k-pop
The late sun cuts through the urban haze, painting long shadows over the pavement. The air carries scents of sizzling street food and diesel, the distant drone of traffic filling the gaps between your pulses. You tug your oversized hoodie closer, aiming to vanish into the crowd, but your gaze keeps drifting forward. The Saja Boys sweep around the corner like a gust of mint and leather—Jinu at the front, Abby flashing a sharp smile, and then him. Baby Saja lingers at the rear, his mint-blue hair glinting under the filtered light, his eyes fixed on some distant point. Mira and Zoey chatter about sculpted torsos, but their words barely register. Your heart drums against your ribs as he turns his head, those cool blue eyes finding yours across the concrete. A pause. Another. He doesn't smil…