These are some thoughts of mine on the way the saja boys would behave, can be thought of as platonic or romantic.
Heās dorky with confidence. The type to do something incredibly smooth and then slip or walk into something after.
He knows heās attractive, and knows the effect his smug smile has on others. Not afraid to use it to get his way or tease.
Insanely protective. With the loss of his family, he would do anything not to feel it a second time
Like to stand close, never quite touching. He canāt let himself be outright with the way he feels, but is content being near you.
His eyes donāt lie. Whenever he feels guilt or shame you can always see how his smile canāt reach his eyes.
That being said the moment he catches feelings you can see it. The way he stares like you canāt be real.
Tries very hard when you first meet to act like a muscle head, all strength and confidence.
The second you start to know the man underneath the persona; you find a teddy bear who has been forced to use his claws
He never trusts himself completely with you, no matter how close you get. Gwi-ma has forced him to kill against his own desires. How would he know if it was going to happen again?
Touch starved, will be so cuddly before overthinking and withdrawing immediately. Heās a lover, but heās still a demon whoās been through it.
Wouldnāt hesitate to kill for you. Would rather die then have you like in a grave. Or worse, if a demon was to take your soul causing you to disappear.
Like to get you small gifts, things he sees and thinks of you
For Romance his persona is his prison. A poet who gave his soul to be finally recognized for the beauty in his words.
He became so good at his flirting that he was never sure if they way people admired him was for him or the talent that he sold himself for. Gwi-ma would nag his mind and remind him the only reason people fawned this way was for his help.
Love became too easy, making him no longer desire another person
When Jinu offered the boy band, he became disgusted with himself as he started his old ways of flirtation. Like an old addiction that makes you sick at the thought, but you canāt help but do it anyways.
When he met you, someone who didnāt give a shit about his sweet pick-up lines and face, his faƧade began to drop.
He tried harder before realizing you didnāt care. He was shocked, and intrigued.
Eventually he became more of himself as he talked to you. Talking less about you so poetically, more of the world around you. Allowing you to see the man under the mask. āThe rain is calming, almost the worldās way of crying. I wonder if she too feels the pain of what weāve doneā
As you get close, the sweet things he says are honest, no longer in that fake-sugary tone he uses on stage. They are spoken in his true voice, no lies, no faƧade.
He is less likely to touch you first, wanting you to initiate it. He wants to make sure the bond you have isnāt influenced by his charm. He doesnāt want Gwi-ma to have anything to do with you.
Mystery is a weapon. He used to be one of Gwi-maās favourites alongside Baby. As the years went on both boys were tossed aside, replaced by newer, more hungry demons.
He became feral over the years of isolation, sinking further into the darkness.
Baby made him join the boy band to bring back his old friend from his own shame.
You were in the perfect place to become an opportunity for him to learn how to interact with humans.
Most of your first conversations was you awkwardly asking the silent boy some questions as Jinu gave you a thumbs-up somewhere in the background.
Eventually he found his voice and was able to give you short sentences. But the answers were always so out of pocket.
You once asked him how he liked the dance practise and he answered āThe smells haunt meā in the most serious tone. It took you a minute to realise he hated the smell of BO from his fellow demons.
His years of service make him obedient without thought. Sometimes you have to remind yourself to phrase stuff as questions to give the poor boy a choice
Will fight anybody who makes you uncomfortable. Even if itās himself, especially himself.
His years of servitude before being tossed aside made him bitter. This man is full of attitude and resentment.
Copes with internalized rage, and uses humour as a shield against everyone, even his friends.
Takes an absurd amount of effort to get past his first wall. And heās not afraid to test your genuine intentions
His words and body language contradict each other. He can look you dead in the eyes and say āYouāre so annoying, I donāt even know why I am hereā, while pulling you into a hug, holding on tightly as if he needs it badly. He pretends his eyes are dry while he hides his face in your shoulder.
Doesnāt like his bandmates talking to you, the thought of you liking someone else more crushes him. He knows his words may one day push you away, but he hopes you can feel the way he needs you.
Enjoys touching a part of you casually when youāre near. A simple hold on your back or hand is grounding for him. A reminder youāre still here even though heās an ass.
He wishes he could tell you the things in his head, and hates how his mouth goes dry at the thought. He internally hits himself for always saying the opposite of what he wants to.
Likes to make up his behavior with treats and trinkets, leaving them for you to find rather than giving them directly to you.