This Life Isn't Happening, Is It?
Part Three of My Little Soda Pop
Summary: Your interaction with Abs at the bathhouse leaves you with mixed emotions running through your system. A particular girl group run-in has going to the mini-award show, but not for Saja Boys. So what does our favorite muscled demon think?
Content Warning: Language, Horniness But No Sex Yet, Anxious Thoughts, Yandere Vibes, Red Flag Energy
Check Out Part 1 and Part 2
This was more of a filler chapter, I won't lie. There was a lot I wanted to do but it didn't feel right trying to cram it into one chapter so I decided to break it up.
Writer's block is a bitch, so I am sorry if it's not as good as the other chapters, but I hope you all enjoy Part 3 of MLSP.
Enjoy!
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“What the fuck?” You mumbled to yourself, staring at the now empty hallway.
You still felt rather dazed and horny, unsure where your head was at after that interaction – what was happening? How was this real life?
But regardless of your existential crisis, you still felt confused because how did the Abs Saja know your name? Did you accidentally give it to him at some point? You tried to sort through the memory of the entire conversation, but it felt so muddled and frankly unreal.
“I will see you again soon, Y/N…”
The way he said your name, his baritone voice low and lips twisted up in a smirk, it was enough that you needed that cold shower now. His voice echoed, as if he was still standing behind you, whispering it in your ear.
Your body felt hot as if you were sitting in the sauna once more, the flush settling deep in your skin. Your chest heaved as the breath you caught escaped just as quickly. You tried to fan yourself with your hand, but nothing seemed to help. It was like a spell was cast, your vision swimming as a dizzy heat crept along your soul. There was only one way to quench it…
“Miss, are you okay?” You jumped at the sudden sound of one of the staff approaching you. “Oh! I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you. We saw you standing here for a bit and wanted to ensure you were okay.” The attendant genuinely looked concerned at your state, unaware that the reason for it ran out the front door in a flash of pink.
You cleared your throat, mouth clammy from thirst. “No, no I am okay. I apologize, I was hot in the sauna and came to get some tea, but I dropped it.” You looked down behind you, seeing the puddle and your coin purse next to it and thankfully not drenched in it. You crouched down to pick up the little red purse only to have a revelation.
Oh my god, you’re a dumbass. Your name is stitched into the purse.
The bright yellow stitching of your name stark against the red fabric on the purse. It was a gift from your grandma when you were little. “Red brings wealth into the wallet and, with this, to you” she claimed when she gifted the little purse to you with fifty-thousand won. You have had the old fabric wallet for so long you honestly forget your name was on there.
Abby must have seen the little purse. That’s how he knew your name.
The attendant interrupted your thoughts once more, “Oh not to worry! We will clean that up. Please, go continue to enjoy the amenities when you feel well enough. Let us know if you need anything.”
After ensuring multiple times she did not want your assistance in cleaning the mess up, you shuffled back into the locker room to rinse off.
Your skin remained feverish, the surface pink and warm to the touch. You slipped on your shower shoes and threw yourself into a shower stall, barely removing your robe before turning on the shower to its iciest setting.
Abby. He was all you could think about. You could still hear his deep voice as he teased you. The way he smiled at you like he was a predator cornering his prey, plush lips flashing behind your closed eyes. You could still feel the warmth of his hands against your skin as he held you to his chest, his cologne sticking to your skin. The way his muscular arms flexed around your frame as he held you tightly.
You leaned back against the icy tile of the shower, trying to regulate your breathing and calm the raging want your system seemed to be experiencing. This was too much in one damn day and you REFUSED to masturbate in a public bathhouse. Hell no!
You stood under the freezing water for what felt like hours before your body began to cool and your mind finally calmed.
Only once the flush in your skin finally disappeared and your teeth started to chatter did you decide to step out. You quickly dried yourself off and dressed, throwing your wet hair up into a bun and hiding it under your hoodie. You grimaced when you glanced at the time at your phone. It was pretty late, and Missus was probably angrily awaiting food at this point.
By the time you returned your key and stepped outside, the sun had set and the moon filled the sky.
You didn’t mean to spend so much time in the bathhouse, but it felt amazing so no regrets. With a newfound sense of peace, you began to walk towards the bus stop on the other side of the bathhouse. There were only a few buses running this late so it would be a few minutes before it would arrive.
As you walked towards the bus stop, you found yourself humming Soda Pop once more. It was too damn catchy.
However, just as you started you stopped, the hair on the back of your neck standing up as an icy shadow climbed along your spine. Perhaps it was the chill of the night air, but your paranoia spoke otherwise.
You’re being watched.
You froze momentarily, listening to the eerie silence that seemed to ensnare the street. There was an unsettling heaviness on you, heart pounding at the sensation of eyes staring. No one appeared to be around as you glanced around, but the way your anxiety was suddenly rising convinced you that someone was indeed watching you.
You just couldn't see them.
You finally begin to move again, pace picking up as you felt someone or something trailing after you. You rounded the corner of the building, borderline jogging as you did, and stared down at the bus stop at the end of the street. It was empty, the orange streetlight casting a warm glow on the little covered station.
Only a few more yards and you’d be safe, right?
Before you could make it much further, the door of the men’s bath house swung open, a black mass rushed out and rammed straight into you.
You felt your poor heart stop for a second, a scream leaving your lips at the sudden flurry of action. You lost your balance as you skittered backwards, falling off the curb and landing on your side, your shoulder connecting with the ground harshly.
“Oh my gosh, I- we are so sorry!”
“Are you okay?!”
“Help her up!”
As you caught your breath for the hundredth time tonight, you felt gentle hands lightly touch your arm, a small voice asking, “Hey, are you okay?”
Despite your heart still racing, you felt a flash of anger. Of course you weren’t okay!
You snapped your head to look up at the offender, only to feel your retort dissolve as you were rendered speechless once more today.
Because why was Zoey from HUNTR/X here? In fact – why was all of HUNTR/X here?
What ultimate karma did you have that two idol groups would literally connect with you in one night? Were you living some type of fanfiction on Tumblr? This cannot be real.
You sat up, hissing as pain throbbed throughout your shoulder from the fall. “Oh gosh, careful! Take it slow,” Zoey warned, keeping a hand on your back.
“That was quite the fall, you okay?” Mira asked, long pink hair swaying with the breeze as she looked down at you with a concerned glare.
“Oh, um, yeah…” you trailed off, completely gobsmacked, and without much thought just blurted out, “You’re HUNTR/X.”
The concern was still written on the three girls’ faces as they stared at you, but they couldn’t help but smile at you. “Uh yes, yes we are. And we are so sorry!” Rumi, the leader, apologized once again, a blush of shame set on her tan skin. She was wearing much heavier makeup than you had seen her in before, but she sincerely rocked the heavy black eyeliner.
Holy shit, they’re even prettier in real life.
You scrambled to stand up from the rocky street, face beat red from embarrassment as you swiped rubble from your hoodie, bowing slightly as Zoey handed you your tote that scattered when you fell. “No, it’s totally fine. It was an accident; you were just leaving theeeeee men’s bathhouse?” You questioned, eyeing the opaque door they had come barreling through.
All three girls turned just as red as you, looking every which way but at your face.
“Oh, yeah, no-“
“Complete accident.”
“Men’s! Wrong one!”
The three girls fumbled over their words, each one attempting to cover their own ass as to why they were in the men’s bathhouse. Rumi finally took over, explaining, “We just finished the game show and came over here for a soak, but we got the wrong one it seems.”
“Oh,” you nodded your head in understanding. “Makes sense, the women’s is on the other side, but I guess that wasn’t labeled too well.” In the girl’s defense, nowhere on the large lit-up sign did it specify MEN’S bathhouse, that was only in small font on the door.
The four of you stood awkwardly for a second before your soul couldn’t take it any longer and you started to gush, “Okay, I am sorry, but I am a huge fan and I just- these outfits? Super badass! The leather and black makeup with the beat up look? So freaking cool!”
The girls instantly started cooing alongside you, thanking you for your kind words.
“I also love Golden, it really helped pull me out of a really dark time in my life and I just really love you guys,” you felt tears well up in your eyes as your heart swelled with emotion.
The girls also looked teary-eyed at your confession, Zoey and Rumi sniffling together as Mira covered her mouth. “We love you too!” They cried out. You always knew they loved their fans, but this was proving to you that they genuinely cared for their fans too.
“If it isn’t too much trouble, can I get a photo with you, please?”
“Oh my gosh- yes!” Zoey cheered, instantly snatching your phone to help take a selfie. “Alrighty, everyone squeeze in together and sayyyy Golden!”
You squished between Mira and Rumi, Zoey standing in front of you and raising the phone so you all could fit in on the screen. The girls put up a variety of finger hearts and peace signs, big smiles on their faces as they cheered their new single. Your cheeks hurt with how big you smiled, a sincere smile at that. You felt golden in that moment.
Of course, your bus would be arriving now to cut the moment short.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You gushed once more, smile ear to ear now as you stared at the selfie. “I should get going, my bus is here but thank you again. This means so much to me!”
“You’re so welcome!” They chorused.
Rumi spoke up, “And if you want, please come support us at some of the award shows!”
“Oh! And don’t forget about our signing event next weekend too!” Zoey shouted happily.
“Yeah,” Mira smiled, “We would love to have you there.”
You gave them two thumbs up, “I will be there! Thank you!”
With a wave you ran off, barely catching the bus much to the chagrin of the grumpy looking driver. You couldn’t be bothered though because holy shit you just meant the HUNTR/X! You got a selfie and a personal invitation to the award shows?! Freaking unbelievable!
As you sat on the small bus, riding home, you changed your lockscreen to the selfie you had taken together, once again beaming at the image.
Blissfully unaware, once more, of the rageful shadow watching you from the roof as the bus drove you away. Stormy golden eyes glared at the vehicle, hissing a hateful snarl as he felt a little bit of his control slip from your mind from your interaction with the hunters.
“Those fucking bitches.”
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It was finally Friday, the work week was finished, and you could not wait for tonight.
After your meeting with HUNTR/X outside the bathhouse, you immediately went online to see if there were tickets available for the mini-award shows. You managed to snag a ticket to the show tonight and you were beyond excited.
Several other idol groups would perform tonight, such as TWICE, KARD, and rumors of STRAY KIDS. But you were there to support HUNTR/X, ready to cheer your girls on.
Although you felt guilty about admitting it, you were there for Saja Boys too. They had quickly become a nationwide sensation with Soda Pop. They trended on social media, fans making TikTok dance trends to them, creating merch and make-up looks. The fans were making edits of the boys, clips of Baby winning the hot sauce challenge on Play Games With Us being popular. His nonchalant win and “Goo-goo-ga-ga” sent everyone into a feral frenzy.
You also may have zoomed in on a certain someone’s abs one too many times during the show but who was watching?
“Heels, nails, blade, mascara,” you sang along to your playlist as you got yourself ready, voguing a bit to the chorus. “Fit check for my napalm area. Need to beat my face, make it cute and savage. Mirror mirror on my phone, who’s the baddest? Us, hello?”
And you felt badass.
You were wearing a black crop top with the HUNTR/X logo shining in purple and gold letters, little glittering stars surrounding the words. You decided to go with high-waisted black shorts paired with fishnet stockings underneath.
You went with a more golden look for your makeup, donning a smokey eyeshadow with glittery gold inside. Your eyeliner was sharp, eyelashes long and dark from mascara, highlighter shimmering on your blushed cheeks and nose. All you needed was some lip gloss and your look would be complete.
A sudden clatter came from the other side of the bathroom door. You paused your rummaging for the lip product, listening for any further disturbance. It was otherwise silent from the music coming from your mini-speaker on the counter.
“Missus?” You called out as you opened the door to look into your room. “Are you getting into something you’re not supposed to?”
The furry culprit was nowhere to be seen in the room, but the crime scene was evident.
There, lying in the middle of the floor, was your Saja Boys light stick, too far from the shelf it had been sitting on. Missus must have been climbing on the shelves again and knocked it over, fleeing the scene after her crime was committed.
You walked over and picked it up, inspecting it for any cracks or damage. Nothing appeared broken, but you felt the lion’s eye taunting you, almost asking:
Shouldn’t you support us, Saja Boys?
As if your playlist heard it, Soda Pop started blaring from your speaker – seemingly louder than before. Weird, because you don’t remember adding the song to this playlist.
You settled the light stick into its stand on the shelf before walking back into the bathroom to look at your phone. Sure enough, the playlist was closed out and the boy’s single was playing on its own. Strange.
You did not dwell on it long. The clock on your phone showed it was already half past six and you needed to get to the venue ASAP. You swiped on the gloss and rushed out of the bathroom, grabbing your purse and HUNTR/X light stick.
“Be good, Missus,” you warned the lazy cat as you struggled to put on your boots. “No more climbing on shelves. You could break something or even hurt yourself.” She simply flipped onto her back in the hammock, ignoring your scoldings.
Afterall, she didn’t do anything.
Boots on, door locked, you were running to the bus stop.
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All the groups had finished performing, HUNTR/X second to last with How It’s Done as Rumi’s voice still was not fully healed, and they didn’t want her to harm it further. It was still an amazing performance, but you were a little saddened not to see Golden live still. However, you still cheered from your spot in the back, waving your lit-up wand and screaming for the girls.
Then came Saja Boys.
Truthfully, they stole the stage with Soda Pop. This was their second performance of it live and it was even more spectacular than the first. The flash of abs, body rolling, the kisses at the crowd – their stage presence was dominating and everyone swooned over them. Yourself included.
It was time for the awards now, the groups of idols on stage shifting nervously as this dictated who would go to the next round and ultimately to the Idol Award Show of the year.
It was neck and neck, the only unnamed victors being Saja Boys and HUNTR/X, but only one could place first.
Both groups stood on opposite sides of the stages, looking calm and waving at the crowd as they waited for the dramatic announcement.
“And this week’s winner is…” the announcer drawled, “Soda Pop by the Saja Boys!”
The crowd erupted into cheers, flowers thrown on stage at the boy band as they bowed and smiled. They waved and blew kisses as the host had them move center stage, a mic stand appearing so they could give a mini speech to their fans.
“Thank you to everyone who has streamed Soda Pop,” Jinu said, holding a large bouquet of roses and smiling at the crowd, “We love you all so much and could not be here if it wasn’t for you, our fans.”
Your eyes wandered from the leader and surveyed the other members, appreciating their appearances when you felt your blood freeze as you made eye contact with one member in particular.
There was no way he could see you, right? You were all the way in the back for heaven’s sake.
Maybe it was your delusional hope, but Abby’s eyes were seemingly locked on you. He waved to the crowd and smiled, but his eyes never once left yours and it made your heart race with anxious glee. A blush settled on your cheeks under his power gaze. Your weak knees nearly giving out as he darted his tongue out, wetting his lips…
“And please, join our fan club, join the Pride,” Jinu was finishing his speech and finally, your and Abby’s staring contes broke as he looked away towards the crowd. “We need you, our fans. And never forget, Saja Boys love you.”
Soda Pop began to play as confetti showered down on the crowd, the boys bowing while hoots and hollers filled the venue. The idols began to file off stage, bowing and waving at their fans as they went. After the stage emptied, the crowd quickly disbanded, and people began to shuffle out. You chose to sit there and wait, no point in fighting to walk out of the venue only to run to the bus stop and try to squeeze into an overly crowded bus. It was easier to just sit and wait here for a little bit and scroll on your phone.
The venue hall was empty now, five minutes had passed but you could still hear the crowds outside the room, the hallways echoing with various conversations and cheers, the vendors shouting to buy merch at a discounted price. Meanwhile, you were scrolling through Instagram, chortling to yourself at the memes that filled your page.
“I was hoping you’d be here.”
Your soul nearly left your body as a familiar deep voice whispered in your ear. You knew that voice all too well at this point. Snapping your head to look behind you, you gasped as his face was mere inches from yours, noses practically touching.
Abby.
“Holy shit,” you scrambled to stand up and create some distance from the idol, hand over your pounding heart. “You scared me!”
He chuckled, standing up straight from bending over to whisper in your ear. “Well, you were so deep into your doom scrolling it was easy to sneak up on you – I didn’t even have to try.”
A strong blush dusted your cheeks, embarrassment filling your face. “I wasn’t doom scrolling!” You defended yourself, “I’m just waiting for the crowds to die down so I can go home.”
“Hmmm, I see. A solid plan,” the fuchsia-haired smirked. “I suppose I should be thankful for it. Afterall, it allowed me to come see my traitorous lioness.”
Your brows scrunched together, a frown marring your face as you echoed, “Traitorous?”
He motioned at your outfit, “Well clearly you weren’t here to support me, were you?”
You struggled to make an excuse, how could you? You were wearing a HUNTR/X shirt and holding their light stick around your wrist.
“You look so beautiful, yet none of this was for me,” he gave you a mock pout, an angry mischief glinting in his dark eyes. “Gotta say, I am disappointed in you, Y/N.”
You looked down, tears welling up in your eyes as your emotions became a jumbled mess. Why were you crying over this?
“Because you’re pathetic.”
You had no time to register the whispering voice, Abby’s cologne invading your senses as he suddenly towered over you. “Babygirl,” he cooed, a finger hooking under your chin, bringing your watery gaze up to his. “Oh baby, don’t cry. I’m not mad.”
This was so fucking embarrassing.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled through wobbly lips, shame building in your system from this conversation, but also because you disappointed him. “I’ve been a fan for awhile and-“
He shushed you, stopping you from talking any further. “I forgive you,” he nodded, an insincere smile on his lips. “So, let’s not wear this next time, okay? I want you all to myself.”
His fingers fell from your chin, instead falling to the bottom of your crop top. The back of his knuckles grazed your stomach as he tugged at the offending fabric of your shirt. “I said it last time we talked, Y/N,” he looked down at you through his thick lashes. “I want you in my shirt, screaming my name…”
Your breath stuttered as a whole new warmth settled in your system, eyes widening and cheeks blushing at his statement.
You imagination tortured you, images conjuring in your mind - you underneath him, partially wearing his button-up, screaming his name as he fucked you...
He was talking about supporting them, Y/N, get your mind out of the gutter.
“I’ll wear the Saja Boy merch next time, I promise,” you mumbled, your mental state overstimulated by the roller coaster of emotions this man seemed to bring.
“Good girl,” his voice lowered as he praised you, your knees weakening at his statement.
Fuck, you wanted him.
You both stood silently for a moment, him simply studying you while you tried not to have a panic attack when your phone screen lit up with a notification from Snapchat. Abby’s eyes were drawn to your phone, a disapproving ‘tsk’ from him as he saw your lockscreen.
“Let’s change that picture, shall we?” It was less of a question, more of a command that you felt like you had no choice but follow. “Give me your phone, we can take a photo together.”
You shakily opened the camera and handed him the small device, the phone looking even tinier in his large hand. He lifted the phone up, getting you both in the frame for a second before he made a humming noise, “Not good enough.”
His hand was suddenly on your bare waist, dragging you to his side. Your chest lay flat against his side, the HUNTR/X logo hidden from the view of the photo.
“There we go, much better,” he smiled down at your blushing face. “Wrap your arms around me.”
Your head snapped up, shocked at the command. Did you mishear him? “What?”
“I said,” he drawled, lowering his voice more, “Wrap your arms around me, Y/N.”
Your arms snaked around his fit waist, feeling the sturdy muscles as you slid your hands around.
You were going to pass out at this rate.
He smiled at you and looked back at the phone. “Good, now smile for the camera and say ‘Abby’.”
Your cheeks were red, eyes crinkled as you smiled while saying his name. He smiled for the photo, sharp canines on display as he did. Once the photo clicked, you dislodged from him, giving the idol space and truthfully trying to regulate yourself. This was beyond overwhelming and you couldn't tell if you needed to run away, beg for death, or beg to be fucked.
“And there we go,” he sang you out of your internal turmoil. He was finishing setting the photo as your new lockscreen before handing the phone back to you. “Now you’ll always know who you belong to, Saja Boys.” He said with a wink.
You nodded your head dumbly, not a single thought forming there.
He smirked once more at you before turning his head to the doors. “Sounds like things have cleared out, you should start heading home before it gets much later.”
Right, heading home. It was getting late, and the buses would be a bit emptier now.
“Um, yeah, thank you,” you mumbled, unable to speak properly it seems. “I will head out now, thank you again for taking a photo with me.” You bowed before brushing past him, nerves on high alert.
“You’re welcome. Oh, and Y/N…” You stopped to look at him, his hands in his jean pockets and body language relaxed. His dark eyes met yours while he teased, “Get home safe. We don’t want any other demons to get you, right?”
Your head nodded on autopilot, “Will do, thank you, Abby.”
He smirked, “My pleasure, babygirl. See you soon!”
You scurried out the door, no longer looking back to see how his smile dropped and his eyes glow golden. A small snarl formed on his lips right before he vanished, only wisps of pink left behind.
You ran through the empty halls, boots squeaking loudly. You burst through the doors outside, the air crisp and chilling on your skin. You hurried down the stairs and around the corner and down to the bus station where a bus had just pulled up. Just in time.
Aftwe swiping your T-card, you walked to a seat at the back of the bus, flopping down onto the uncomfortable chair. You felt exhausted now.
There were only a few people on the bus with you, but you couldn’t pay them any attention. You just stared down at your phone lockscreen, admiring the new photo with utter disbelief and want.
What the hell was happening?
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