starring ⇢ ⇢ the saja boys!
˗ˏˋ cw / note ꒱ lil suggestive, fluffy and silly, shirtless sweaty boys, inspired by THIS mouth watering, gorgeous, insane fanart by @floredaqueen and i wanted to write her a little something. fem! reader but can be read as gn, reader is their stylist.
˗ˏˋ leaning into my poly baby x reader x mystery agenda, but all boys are in this.
“Too hot. I don’t wanna wear this.”
You send Mystery a withering look and sigh. He pushes out his lower lip, tugs at the collar of his sweater vest in irritation. “Mys c’mon,” you plead. “It’s one photoshoot. Then you can wear whatever you want.”
Mystery makes a high pitched noise in protest, stomping his foot. “I’m already sweating!” He complains, shoving his arm warmers off.
Jinu, ever the voice of reason, comments, “Mystery, you have to wear the sweater vest. We all agreed to these outfits. It wouldn’t be fair for you to change while the rest of us are stuck in these clothes, now would it?”
“No,” Mystery mutters. He crosses his arms. “Can I least take it off for a few minutes before we go? Please baby?” Mystery directs his question at you.
“I second that! I, for one, think we need to see Mys shirtless,” Baby chimes in from where he sits on the couch, leaning on the armrest. “Ya know, for motivation. What do you think, Romance?” He pokes Romance’s thigh with sock covered toes.
Romance rolls his eyes. “I think you just want to see your boyfriend shirtless.” He twists one of Baby’s toes until he squeaks, then turns apologetic eyes your way. “I hate to agree, but it is sweltering. Sorry dear.”
“It’s settled!” Abby laughs, jumping up from a swiveling chair. “Shirts off boys! Let’s go!” His shirt’s unbuttoned, off, and thrown into your face before you can blink.
“Abby!” You scold, balling up his discarded shirt and throwing it on the floor. “Not everyone can take their shirts off, someone’s hair will get ruined and I don’t have time to fix it before the photoshoot!”
“It’s pointless,” Jinu says with a sigh. “Once they’ve decided, they’re like a hive mind.” He stands beside you, arms crossed, as Baby strips a shy Romance of his shirt.
Baby goes next, gripping his sweater by the back of his collar and slides it off in one smooth motion. He drops it to the floor and reclines on the armrest, grinning slyly at you, lacing his fingers together behind his head. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” He flexes his biceps.
You flush hotly, eyeing his chest, and shake your head. “Shut up. I don’t see anything worth looking at.” Baby laughs.
Seeing one of your boyfriends half naked is bad for your heart. You’re afraid to look at Mystery for fear of having a stroke.
Baby’s eyes light up and he stands from the couch. He wolf whistles. You spin to find Mystery stretching his arms overhead, struggling to pull his sweater off, just as Baby teases, “Damn, Mys. Are you a peach? Cuz I wanna take a juicy bite and never let go.”
Mystery’s cheeks go tomato red as the other boys laugh. “Help,” he whines, arms twisted above his head in the sweater.
Heat rushes from head to toe. Mystery’s got cute tufts of pale hair peaking out from his underarms, the same soft hair trailing from his belly button until it disappears below his jeans.
With blistering cheeks you quickly move to help Mystery, placing a sneaky kiss on his sweaty chest. One on his adam’s apple. He shivers, sighing in relief once he’s free. Baby appears by Mystery’s side, whispering something in his ear that makes him go even redder, if that’s possible.
Romance lets out a peal of laughter as Abby clutches his hand, hauls him to his feet, and throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Romance gasps as Abby then carelessly drops him back on the couch.
“I can’t take you guys anywhere,” Jinu says with a laugh.
Abby stalks towards Jinu with mischief in his smile. “Join us, Jinu. Take your shirt off.”
“Jinu no, you’re the last sane person!” You beg.
Jinu’s face twists in fake shock and he gasps. “Oh, oh no! What’s happening to me?” He starts to unbutton his shirt. “I - I can’t stop it, I’m becoming one of them! Save yourself!”
You roll your eyes, unable to bite back a smile. Baby and Mystery stand on either side of you, an elbow digging into each shoulder. They both smell like sweat and cologne.
Jinu shouts in victory as his shirt drops to the floor. Abby picks him up and spins him, hyping the insanity of the moment. Baby runs towards the couch and launches himself onto Romance, who screams, and Mystery pulls you close to his chest in a hug from behind, nuzzling the side of your neck.
Your quiet complaint of, “I need a raise,” goes unheard.
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