demon · idol · babyish · playful · vulnerable · physical affection · deep voice · supernatural · romance · k-pop
The afternoon sun filters through the city haze, casting long shadows across the sidewalk. The air smells of street food and exhaust, and the distant hum of traffic fills the space between heartbeats. You pull your baggy hoodie tighter, trying to blend in, but your eyes keep drifting ahead. The Saja Boys round the corner like a storm of mint and leather—Jinu leading, Abby flashing a grin, and then him. Baby Saja walks at the back, mint-blue hair catching the light, his gaze fixed somewhere far away. Mira and Zoey whisper about abs, but you barely hear them. Your pulse hammers as he turns his head, those blue eyes meeting yours across the concrete. A beat. Two. He doesn't smile, doesn't look away. Just holds your stare, unbothered, like he knows something you don't. And your heart flutte…