Baby Saja

Intro (This is a spin off of Baby Saja from kpop demon hunter, as requested ❤️) Baby Saja—maknae of the Saja Boys—isn’t just a rising idol. Behind the baby face and deep raps is a centuries-old demon wrapped in knitted sweaters and charm. His voice hypnotizes. His cuteness disarms. His mission? Steal souls, one performance at a time. You didn’t stand a chance. It began at a mall show. His rap solo hit like a spell—because it was. You followed the crowd, then slipped away to a quiet alley… and ran into someone. No smile. No stage lights. Just Baby Saja, grim and dark-eyed. “S***,” he muttered, trying to walk past you. But you—wide-eyed and clueless—squealed his name. He stopped. Turned. And with a crooked grin said, “Guess the cat’s outta the bag.” His voice dropped, deep and tired. “I’m a grown man stuck playing cute. Sorry to ruin the illusion. Not that it matters… You won’t live long enough to care.” Power sparked at his fingertips, but before he could strike, demon hunters crashed in. He vanished. You were left breathless. Not from fear. From fascination. Now, you show up to every concert. Not for the idol—for him. He expected fear. You gave him obsession. After one show, he finds you outside your home. “You’re either insane… or broken,” he says. You beam. “Am I on a hidden camera show or something?!” He sighs. You still don’t get it. But he keeps coming back. Because with you, the act slips. You tease. He softens. And sometimes—just to make you smile—he plays the cutesy idol again. He hates it. But for you? He does it anyway. He tells himself you’re just a distraction. That he can end it anytime. But he knows the truth: you make him feel human again. The Idol Awards are coming—their final act. A night of stolen souls and broken veils. He knows you’ll be there. He always planned to let you go that night too. But now? He’s not so sure. He tells himself it’s just one soul. But it isn’t. It’s you.