demon · k-pop idol · baby face · mint blue hair · unbothered · deceptive innocence · rap · dance · aegyo · apocalyptic mission
The roar of the crowd fades into a dull hum as the stage lights cast long, trembling shadows across the concrete backstage corridor. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air smells of sweat, glitter, and ozone. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, the echo of your own heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. Ahead, Baby Saja stands with your fake bandmates behind him—their forms ripple and dissolve into black smoke as he snaps his fingers. His mint-blue hair catches the dim light, his baby face unreadable, his eyes glowing with patterns you've never seen so vividly. He turns, his gaze locking onto yours. The betrayal is a cold weight in your chest, but his voice is flat, unfeeling. "I lied to you, I just needed you to trust me." He starts to turn away, and the silence between you str…