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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ꜰᴀɴ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ), ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴜʟʟɪᴇᴅ… ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ɪᴛ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀʙʏ ꜱᴀᴊᴀ'ꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜰɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ

Huntrix was your favorite girl group of all time. Rumi, Mira, and Zoey were the undefeated champions of your heart. No other group could ever hope to match their skill, their stage presence, or their sheer power.

Their music brought hope even in the darkest of times. Any song you played gave you the strength you needed to achieve your goals.

Without Huntrix, you wouldn't be who you are now.

So when all your friends, friends who you once believed were as unwaveringly loyal to Huntrix as you were, suddenly began fawning over some new boy group they saw perform in the streets, you were shocked, to say the least.

“How could you do this to me?” You couldn’t bear to even look them in the eyes.

Joo-Won sighed, “[Name], it’s not that big of a deal… It’s just a K-pop group.”

“It’s not just a K-pop group to me!” You got up and slammed your hands on the table, not caring about the people that turned their heads to stare at you. You welcomed it. Everybody should see how… how fickle your friends were! Yeah, that’s right. Fickle is what they are. If they could betray Huntrix—betray you—so easily, then public humiliation is the bare minimum of what they deserved.

Eun-Jin pinched the bridge of her nose, lifting her glasses with the motion. Joo-Won slapped your hand. “Calm down, [Name]! We’re in a KFC for god’s sake.”

You whipped your head back and forth, “No! Not until you apologize, and… a-and you have to give me your Mira photo cards too!”

“What are you? A little kid?” Joo-Won’s face contorted in a way that made him look like he was between laughing or yelling at the same volume you were. If you weren’t angry at him, you’d make fun of him for it.

“This is why we don’t tell you we like other groups more,” Eun-Jin sighed, her sharp eyes narrowing into a frigid glare.

Joo-Won slapped her hand this time, “Eun-Jin! We promised we wouldn’t tell [Name] that.”

“Don’t tell me you’re not tired of it either, Joo-Won,” Eun-Jin shot back. Joo-Won grumbled under his breath but didn’t deny it.

Your anger simmered down to confusion. “What are you two talking about?”

“[Name], you’re pretty fucking annoying.”

You flinched.

Joo-Won slapped her shoulder, harder this time, “Eun-Jin!” He hissed.

Despite the strength of Joo-Won’s slap, which you knew was considerable based off of personal experience, Eun-Jin barely reacted beyond directing her glare to Joo-Won for a brief moment before placing her attention back on you.

“Maybe I should have worded it better…” She inhaled. “[Name], your love of Huntrix is what is pretty fucking annoying.”

“That’s not any better!” Joo-Won protested.

Eun-Jin ignored him. “It would be fine if all you did was show your support for them, like a normal fan would, but if we so much as mention how we like another group’s song, you start ranting about how shit they are compared to Huntrix and call them all sorts of names.”

Your chest begins to ache. “Well, that’s—”

“And even though Joo-Won and I were open to listening to Huntrix when you introduced them to us, you refuse to even give the groups we recommend to you a chance. All you do is glaze Huntrix without considering that other groups can make good music you like too,” Eun-Jin exhaled. “You’re usually fun to be with, but just being near you is unbearable when you start acting like that.”

“Eun-Jin…” Joo-Won gnawed on his lip, his gaze flicking back and forth between the two of you.

She blinked. “Oh. Did I go too far?”

Joo-Won dragged his hand over his face. “I should’ve never gotten into K-pop.”

Your eyes begin to sting, a sign of what’s to come. You rub them with the sleeve of your Huntrix hoodie before Joo-Won and Eun-Jin can notice, but it’s obvious what you’re trying to do.

The rest of the people in the KFC have stopped looking at your table, and the usual noise fills your surroundings once more. Embarrassment warms your face, and you duck your head before they can see the tears.

Eun-Jin tries to hand you a tissue. “[Name], I—”

You recoiled the moment her manicured hand came to view.

“It’s—I’m fine.” The sound of your voice, wet and miserable, indicates you aren’t even remotely fine, but you hope the smile you’re wearing will be enough. “I just remembered that I—I actually have somewhere to be right now. So I’m, I’m going to go now.”

You make quick work of gathering your things. Before Joo-Won and Eun-Jin can say anything else, you’re already walking away.

As you’re about to leave, you hear Joo-Won tell Eun-Jin that she shouldn��t have said anything at all.

“I was only saying what we were both thinking, Joo-Won; it’s not my fault you’re a chicken,” Eun-Jin replied.

“I can’t believe how well-priced the tickets were!”

“I can’t wait to see Abby’s body up close…”

“You have your light stick, right?”

“I hope I can see Jinu’s neck sweat this time.”

You were actually here. At a… ugh… Saja Boys concert…

You made sure to dress inconspicuously enough that while nobody would be able to remember what you looked like, security wouldn’t think you were there to cause trouble either.

You wouldn't count this as a betrayal to Huntrix.

No way. Not in a million years would you listen to Saja Boys because you liked them.

Jinu could never be as good at leading as Rumi. No matter how he behaved, it was clear to anybody with two eyes that he thought of them more as tools than actual humans.

Abby and Romance could never pull off pink hair like Mira can. They were better off with their hair and eyebrows shaved.

You don’t even think Mystery has a brain. It’s probably why he has such long bangs: to hide how there’s not a single thought behind his eyes.

And Baby? The fact that he’s called Baby said enough. How anybody could take him seriously as a rapper was beyond you.

His entire persona was an exec’s barely disguised fetish. You would pity him if he wasn’t a Saja Boy.

Anyways, you weren’t here for their performance. No, you were here to find proof.

Proof that they were phonies.

That they should be cast to the side like all the other Huntrix wannabes.

Humans were so fickle after all. All you had to do was find something so incriminating that their fans would have no choice but to do a complete 180 and tear them to tiny, irreparable shreds.

You take a good look at the people around you. Pity is the second thing you feel after anger. They’re wasting their hard-earned money on a sinking ship. You click your tongue. They should’ve stanned Huntrix instead.

Oh well. That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? Your main priority may be Huntrix, but these fans are just as important. The sooner they realize how pathetic the Saja Boys are in comparison, the better.

It won’t be long before the world will go back to the natural order. Huntrix will return to the top, and the Saja Boys will plummet down to irrelevance.

The thought puts a smile on your face.

It was kind of scary how easy it was to get backstage.

Of course, you were lucky enough to find a member of staff who was on break. But it was worrying how the guy accepted your bribe (a couple hundred bucks) without any hesitation.

Not like you can complain, however. Your black hoodie, cap, and jeans helped you blend in with the rest of the staff, but the lanyard was the most important piece of your disguise.

With it, nobody looked at you twice beyond an insignificant wave.

It’s not long after entering backstage that a woman approaches you, the MANAGER button pinned to her shirt flashing under the dim lights, and shoves a box into your hands and instructs you to put it away in the storage room.

You nod on instinct, her tone similar to how Eun-Jin would order you around during two-player games. You may as well do this while you’re here; it’s not like you were on a strict time limit anyways.

After acquiring some directions from another member of staff, under the excuse that you were a new hire, you were quick to go on your way.

You’re passing through a hallway when, in the corner of your eye, you see two men with pink hair pass by you, walking at a leisurely pace.

The moment you realize who they are, you tear your gaze away, not wishing to draw their suspicion.

The Saja Boys were lions alright.

Lazy, good-for-nothing lions that grew fat on indulgence and expected that their visuals and shallow, generic pop songs would carry them forever.

It’s not long before you find the storage room, and beside it, a door that has a piece of paper taped to it. ‘SAJA BOYS’ is written on it in blocky letters.

It clicks immediately that this was the door to the dressing room. Your lips twist into a smile. Even Lady Luck was a fan of Huntrix.

Opening the door, your guess is confirmed. You’d seen pictures of this room from when Zoey had posted a mirror selfie on Instagram. You recognized the vanity’s mirror as the one she posed in.

Slowly, it sinks in.

Oh.

My.

God.

You were standing in the same room where Huntrix was getting ready for their concert. You… you were breathing the same air they had breathed in! You had to take pictures.

Those chairs are where Huntrix sat for their make-up!

That clothing rack is where Huntrix hung up their costumes!!

That dispenser provided Huntrix with the water they needed to stay hydrated!!!

Huntrix could have slept on that couch for naps!!!!

Huntrix could have used that blanket while napping!!!!! Just like whoever was using it now-

Wait.

Slowly, you approach the lump that’s being covered by the blanket. Your hands are shaking as you reach for the edge of the cloth. Is this a person, or is this just person-shaped?

What if it’s a Saja Boy?

A weight presses down on your chest. You can barely breathe.

You didn’t think one of them would be in here. Will he call security? What if you end up on the news?

HUNTRIX FAN GONE CRAZY: SAJA BOYS VICTIMS OF SASAENGS

You’d be a stain on Huntrix’s reputation. Another reason to stan Saja Boys. Their fans haven’t done this kind of shit. They didn’t need to! You’d be proving their superiority with your desperation. Why couldn't you have just stuck to flaming them online?

You have to leave.

“Shit.” You hope he’s asleep. You pray that he’s asleep.

One step.

Joo-Won and Eun-Jin were right. You're fucking crazy. What were you thinking? You’re no great detective bringing truth to light about an atrocious crime.

Two steps.

You’re just a Huntrix fan! A Huntrix fan that’s crossed the line.

Three steps.

What if you’re the straw that breaks the camel’s back? Your heart squeezes at the thought of them going into an ‘indefinite hiatus’ because of this.

Four steps.

Your hand is on the doorknob. You’re so close. Just open the door, and get the hell out of here. Burn the ID you borrowed. Burn the clothes you were wearing. Maybe even throw yourself into the pile. God knows it’s the least you deserve.

A monotone voice scoffs, “What? You’re giving up already?”

You jump, “Fuck!”

Turning around, your chest tightens.

Jesus H. Christ.

Baby Saja… was that what he was called? He was… He looked better than you expected him to. Especially for somebody that just woke up.

With his sharp eyes, small, slightly upturned nose, and the smug smirk he was currently wearing, he reminded you of a cat. He cocked his head to the side, and that thought strengthened in your mind. Really, he was like a cat with mint blue hair.

He yawned, his right arm reaching for the ceiling as his left pulled it back by the bicep. His right hand’s fingers curled in on themselves, like a cat pawing at the air.

You wanted to pinch his cheeks and his nose till his pale skin turned red.

Was this what they meant by cuteness aggression?

“So,” he drawled, “are you just going to gape at me, or...?”

You cover your mouth. Just how long were you staring?

“I’m sorry—” Wait, this is a Saja Boy. “I mean. No! I’m not sorry. I’ve got a bone to pick with you. Just who do you think you are, stealing Huntrix’s win? You're pretty ballsy for a nugu-”

“Mmh,” Baby Saja waves you off, “and you’re pretty ballsy for somebody that’s not even supposed to be here.”

You falter, “We—well, I—”

“Huntrix is great and all,” Baby Saja pouts, “but don’t you think we deserve a chance to shine too?”

Who the hell decided that this guy could look this adorable? You’d like to speak to the manager, because you don’t think you can do this if he looked this… baby.

“I just think that—uh, that you should, you know... pay respects to your—”

“Shh…” You blink, and suddenly he’s right in front of you, finger pressed to your lips, close enough for you to smell him. “It’s okay. I know what you really want.”

He smells like smoke. Why does he smell like that? Not cigarette smoke… Like… Like a fire.

“I’ll give it to you,” Baby Saja drags his finger down your chin and to your neck before hooking it around your collar, “but you have to give me what I want too, mkay?”

You try to back away, only to end up pressed against the door. “Uh huh… and, uh, what is that, exactly?”

Baby Saja grins; he tugs your collar down, and to your surprise, instead of being pulled along with it, your hoodie is ripped apart. The fabric tearing as Baby Saja continues to move his finger down the middle. Was his nail always that sharp? And… did he always have those patterns on his hand? Was his skin always this… unnaturally pale?

With your hoodie ruined, all that’s left to cover your chest is your shirt—but that too is rendered ineffective when Baby Saja slices it open with a single swipe of a finger.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Baby Saja plants his palm on your bare chest, nails digging into the muscle, right over where your heart is rapidly beating. “Well, not to you, maybe. But there’s only one thing you can give me that I’ll want—”

He pushes you, and instead of only feeling the cold surface of the door, you instead fall back into the leather couch Baby Saja was lying on earlier. Before you can get up, Baby Saja spreads your legs and slots himself in between them.

“So don’t struggle, okay?” Baby Saja giggles, “I’ll make sure you feel good too~”

Baby Saja devoured your mouth. He dragged his tongue over your gums and teeth, teasing you with how cold it is, before he forced it between your pearly whites and wrapped it around your own tongue. You beat against his chest, trying to push him off of you, but it’s like your mind’s been stuffed in cotton and your limbs are turning to jelly.

You gather the fabric of his sweater in your hands. His eyes, now a molten gold, widen when you pull him closer, but before he can do anything else to you, you bite his tongue. Instead of recoiling, he chuckles into your mouth. The sound reverberating in your head. You taste his blood and moan. Did blood normally taste this good?

As if sensing the thought, Baby Saja pulls away, his tongue still outstretched as if to show off the mark you left on him. All you can focus on is how wet his lips are and how you wish you could feel them on yours once more.

“Soo feisty,” he pecks you on the lips. “I like that. I should give you a reward for that, shouldn’t I?”

You whine when he begins to palm your bulge, “Sto- hnnn, stop that!” You try to bat him away, but he just grabs your hand and drags his tongue from your wrist up to your palm. You realize, as he licks the gaps between your fingers with it, that it is long and serpentine.

You shiver. What would it feel like wrapped around your cock?

Baby Saja’s eyes narrow, a wide smile spreading on his face. “Not now. But maybe later. I wanna play with other parts of you first.”

“Wha— do you mean by—” You yelp when he latches his mouth on your chest. That’s why he tore off your hoodie! This bastard. You’d do something about it if it didn’t feel so… so damn good!

His cold tongue draws circles around your nipple. You attempt to cover your mouth, but it is with unexpected strength that Baby Saja stops you before you can even move your hand towards your face. With his hand wrapped around your wrist, he plants your hand on top of his fluffy locks, eyes issuing a silent command.

A wicked idea enters your mind, and you smirk. You tighten your grip on his hair and jerk him away from your sensitive nipples. Instead of reacting violently, he whines. Voice high-pitched and honey-sweet in tone. It surprises you enough for your grip to soften, and he bites back down on your chest. You hiss and pull his hair, but he only bites down harder. This time, you groan.

“Fuck, you little shit—” You want to hit him so fucking bad. You’ll definitely hit him… just… after you come.

It’s hard to take off your pants while there’s a grown man in between your legs, but you try anyway. Baby Saja slaps your hand away from your belt buckle when you fumble for it, and the silent reprimand in his gaze is enough to stop you.

…He did promise to make you feel good if you made him feel good. Maybe you’ll take him for his word?

You soften your hold on his hair, running your hands through it and appreciating its texture. Baby Saja hums appreciatively, continuing to gnaw on your bud. Slowly, you move your free hand to reach for his zipper. He pauses in his activity, gaze instantly snapping towards it. With your eyes still on him, you unzip his pants and reach in his underwear to pull it out.

His cock, semi-hard, and just the right size for your hand to fit around it without engulfing it. You squeeze it gently, watching as Baby Saja practically melts into you the more you do it. Taking that as a go signal, you start to move your hand up and down. Pumping it at a steady rhythm.

You wish he’d touch your dick. Fuck, you want him to touch it so bad. Make him put that tongue to good use around your cock instead of your chest. He’d love it. More for him to swallow, right? Not like he was going to get any milk from your chest.

“Nngh,” Baby Saja’s brows knit together, his eyes glaze over, and his hips begin to buck into your hand. His lips leave your nipples with a soft, wet pop. “Fa-faster…”

His cheeks are flushed pink, the edges of his hair are sticking to his head with sweat, and his lips are slick with spit. Perfection. Absolute perfection. That’s what he looked like. A fucked-out little angel, and you didn’t even get to put your dick in him yet.

You gulp, “No.”

“Hu-huh?” Baby Saja frowns, gaze turning frigid. “What do you..?”

You dig your thumb into the plump flesh of his lower lip, your cock pulsing when he whimpers, “Suck my cock, Baby.”

Baby Saja gnaws on his lip, his sharp, cat-like eyes somehow rounder, far more fitting for his stage name of ‘Baby Saja.’ God, you just wanted to shove it in there already.

“You want to come?” You sneer, “Then I’ll make you gag so hard on my dick that you’ll have no other choice but to.”

It’s not long before he’s on his knees, caged between your legs, wide eyes staring at your cock. If somebody showed you before and after photos of Baby Saja, you wouldn’t just laugh, you’d fucking guffaw.

Still, you can’t help but feel some fondness for him. It’s hard to mock him or hate him for being a Saja Boy when he looked this cute and fuckable.

You card your hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. Maybe you should be more concerned about the purple marks on his face, the same marks you saw on his hand earlier, but honestly… who would give a fuck if they were in your shoes?

You chuckle, “Never sucked a cock before? Need me to teach you?”

Baby Saja flinches; he levels you with a glare that would’ve scared you earlier had he not been gorging himself on your chest earlier. “I do not. I can figure it out perfectly well on my own.”

As if to prove himself, he grabs ahold of your dick, sharp nails pressing into the meat with enough force to remind you of what he’s capable of, and drags his tongue from the root to the very tip. His eyes stay on you the entire time.

He takes his time with these little kitten licks, moving at a pace that’s too leisurely for your liking. You grumble under your breath and seize his hair and force him down on your cock till he begins to choke.

“My dick’s not a fucking ice-cream cone Baby,” You click your tongue. “I said suck.”

Baby Saja glares at you from under his eyelashes but doesn’t so much as flip you off. Instead, his eyes seem to flash with a sudden mischief.

He lifts his head till his lips are just around the head of your cock, and when it happens, you hiss appreciatively.

Baby Saja’s tongue circles around your cockhead before plunging into the slit. Instinctively, you grab his head with both your hands and force it back down. He groans again, but you can’t bring yourself to care when it feels so good. His throat is warm and tight, while his tongue is as cold as a damn ice cube, and it makes you so fucking sensitive.

You start bucking into his mouth. Baby Saja’s gagging and choking sounded better than any Baby Saja song you had the misfortune of hearing. His puffed-out cheeks and teary eyes only served to make you harder than you already were.

This was heaven, wasn’t it? You never wanted this to end—

“Fuck!” You howl, snapped out of your reverie by a sudden piercing sensation.

You look to the source of the pain and find that Baby Saja has pierced your legs with the nails on his left hand. You’re about to yell at him, but then you see that his right hand is between his own legs and moving at a pace faster than your eyes can even track.

What you can make out is the pre smeared all over his hand, which flows in thick streams from the head of his cock, which has turned a furious shade of red.

It was clear to anybody with two working eyes that he wanted to come even more than you did.

“You’re so… fucking… cute!” you exclaim as you thrust all the way into Baby Saja’s mouth, fucking his throat like you were going to die if you didn’t come soon. You needed to make him feel good, yeah. Yeah!

Fuck the Saja Boys, and Huntrix too. You didn’t need either of them.

All you needed was Baby Saja’s mouth, his whole damn body, for the rest of your life, and you would make sure that all he’d ever want was your cock. Then neither of you would ever want for anything else.

“Fuck, I’m—” You groan and unload into Baby Saja’s mouth. From the feeling of something wet landing on your pants, you could tell he came too.

You pour your jizz down his throat, and he drinks it in with a fervor he didn’t display even when he was sucking your chest. His throat bobs as he gulps it all down, tears in the corners of his eyes, the twin suns gleaming with what could only be described as utterly euphoric.

Even when you finish coming, he continues to suck away at your cock like it’s a lollipop. You’re content to let him continue, occupying yourself by playing with his hair. Unfortunately, your little private paradise is interrupted by a knock at the door, a voice calling for Baby Saja to go backstage where the others were waiting for him.

“Huh, I forgot that was happening tonight…” You hum, “What are you going to do about your weird marks—oh.”

The moment you turned back to look at him, he was back to normal. His eyes were their usual dark brown, and his skin was rid of all the strange marks that had adorned it earlier. Even his nails were back to a normal length.

Baby Saja takes your cock out of his mouth but stares at it forlornly like it was a lover boarding a ship that would take it far, far away from him.

You stand up and grab him a bottle of water from the vanity. “Here,” you hold it out for him, “for your voice.”

He raises his brow. “Now, why would I need that? ” His voice isn’t even raspy; in fact, it sounds perfect. Like he didn’t just get wrecked in the throat.

You stare at him. “What even are you?” Because he clearly wasn’t a human.

Did the other Saja Boys know about this too? Were they the same, or was it just Baby Saja? Now that the pleasure of climax was fading from your mind, it was starting to fill up with questions that you sorely needed answers to.

Baby Saja tilts his head. “Why does it matter? After all, I’m just a… what did you call me again? A nugu?”

“You’re certainly not a nugu when it comes to using that tongue,” you mutter under your breath.

“What was that?” He leans in closer, batting his eyelashes at you.

“Nothing,” you bristle. “Just go already. Rap for your adoring fans, or whatever.” You’ll find out more later. If you can do this once, you can do this again. Right? Right…

He laughs but acquiesces. Just as he’s about to open the door, he glances back at you. A smirk spreads on his face, eyes flashing gold for a brief moment. The sight sends a shiver down your spine.

“If you ever want to do this again… just call me,” Baby Saja licks his lips. “I’ll come if it’s you, [Name].”

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴏᴡ… ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ.

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