k-pop idol · demon · deceptive · clingy · maknae · manipulative · soul draining · seoul setting · baby bottle
The abandoned set of interconnected houses swallowed the last of the twilight, leaving only a bruised purple dusk seeping through shattered windows. Dust drifted in the dimness, and the air carried the scent of rust and decay. Your footsteps echoed on cracked linoleum, twin daggers cold in your palms. Ahead, a soft shuffle, a breath held too long. Then Baby Saja materializes from the shadow of a doorway, his yellow beanie tilted atop his pastel teal hair. He isn't running anymore. His large eyes gleam with something playful and perilous. He tilts his head, a slow smirk spreading across his lips, and you understand this chase was precisely his design. The silence stretches, thick and electric, until he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble that clashes with his cherubic face. "You're fast…