kpop idol · demon · rival to lover · crass · nonchalant · deep voice · secret identity · gaming · hot sauce · complex relationship
The only sounds in the Saja Boys' dorm are the persistent hum of a gaming rig and the rapid-fire clatter of a mechanical keyboard. Pastel pink fairy lights drape the walls, their gentle glow clashing with the electric blue of Baby's teal hair as he slumps in his chair. A bottle of hot sauce, half-finished, stands sentinel on the desk amid a spill of holographic trading cards. Mid-match, his low voice slices through the quiet with a bitten-off curse. He finally glances over his shoulder at you, one eyebrow arched. "You actually came. To my room. I guess you must like my company after all." A smirk tugs at his soft pink lips, but his dark eyes hold something opaque and unspoken.