Alright fellas I gave in to the Urges and I have decided to post my Saja Boys fanfic here. I watched the movie over the summer and I absolutely loved it despite not being a kpop fan myself. The Saja Boys are silly and I love the whole siren trope where there is someone/a group of people who intentionally disguise themselves as alluring and beautiful to give their prey a sense of safety before revealing their monstrous side (literally). Idk how well this is gonna do here but I spent months writing this and I want to share it. So here you are, enjoy and please leave some comments or feedback if you'd like.
Your Idol
Saja Boys x reader
WARNING: THIS FIC DOES MENTION SAFE, NONSEXUAL VORE AT THE END. If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, PLEASE DO NOT READ. Thank you :)
Summary: You do not understand the appeal of the Saja Boys. Your friends love them. The world adores them. Their songs are catchy and upbeat, and they have the talent and looks to live up to the image they've curated for themselves. The biggest idol unit in the world, and yet you simply cannot get yourself to enjoy the music they release. A horrifying dream has you realizing that your dislike for them extends so much deeper than you initially thought. These boys aren't just famous celebrities-they are demons. And whether you like it or not, your unique soul has gained their attention. Now, they don't intend on letting you go.
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You cannot stand the music your friends are listening to.
Sitting on the train traveling through Seoul, legs swinging with the vehicle’s momentum, you wish you could tune out the irritably infectious melody emanating from one of your companions’ phone. The video repeats itself like it knows how annoying it is; five young men shimmy their shoulders playfully while they sing. “Don’t want you, need you! Yeah, I need you to fill me up! Even if I drink and drink, it’s not enough!”
“I’m telling you, they’re going to be the next big thing!” your friend holding the phone exclaims. “Soda Pop hasn’t even been out for a week, and it’s already surpassed BTS’ record! That’s, like, HUGE!”
“Clearly,” your other friend says. They are drinking a shake and moving along with Soda Pop’s beat. “This is way catchier than anything I’ve ever heard.”
“What do you think, Y/N?” The phone is put right up into your face. “Do you like the Saja Boys?”
You blink and lean backwards, eyes crossing with the flash of the video’s lights. “I think they’re fine,” you reply evenly. “But I won’t listen to them. They just aren’t my thing.”
“Aw, come on!” Your first friend pouts. “You don’t have to pretend to be cool! It’s totally okay to like them! I have a feeling they won’t be a fad!”
“Yeah, but…they aren’t who I want to listen to.” What else can you say? Your friends are the typical k-pop super fans: following everything these groups do, and taking any sort of criticism a little too close to home. “The song is catchy, don’t get me wrong. I’m just not a…a pop person, you know? I like rock. Not…auto-tune.”
A gasp of horror. “Auto-tune?”
Oh god, now you’ve done it. You quickly try to backtrack your words. “I didn’t mean it insultingly! There’s nothing wrong with autotune, honest!”
“This,” your first friend says dramatically. “is not autotune. This is art personified. Saja Boys themselves confirmed they use no sort of technology to alter their voices.”
You glance at the phone and internally wince when you hear the crescendo of the song’s final act. “No offense, but…that sounds pretty altered to me.”
Your second friend huffs and crosses their arms. “You have no vision,” they say. “I guess we’ll just have to skip going to their free concert tomorrow night. We have to get you hooked before you can see them in person.”
Soda Pop continues to play. “Lookin’ like snacks, cause you got it like that! Take a big bite, want another bite, yeah! I want all of you, want it, want it…”
The lyrics make something within you coil uncomfortably. It feels like a squirming deep within your chest, the same that comes with the dread of suspense or the first bouts of adrenaline. It’s not fear, not exactly. Yet…it isn’t a sensation you’d call positive either. All you know is that you do not want to listen to this idol unit.
“I’m okay with that,” you murmur. Yet your friends do not listen. They are sucked back into the song.
The rest of the day is spent wandering Seoul with your friends. Numerous fashion stores, more than enough boba tea to satisfy you for a month, and an arcade where the three of you win massive stuffed animals bigger than your head is enough to make you feel absolutely exhausted. By the time you bid farewell and part ways, your feet are dragging like pieces of lead, and you can barely keep your eyes open. Your apartment is small, a barely noticeable little thing within a complex of at least a hundred more of its kind. Yet it is home, and you actually do enjoy living in it. Small spaces bring you solace. Something about having your own enclosed household, cozy and all for you, eases the tension crackling through your veins.
You don’t know why you are so stiff. Hanging up your keys, kicking off your shoes, and leaving your things by the front door, you head straight to your room and collapse onto your bed. The plush comforter greets you like an old friend, and you immediately want to close your eyes and rest for a little while.
Your phone buzzes. A groan escapes you, and you roll over onto your back, taking the device out of your pocket. The notification is from your second friend. Opening the chat, you see they sent a link with an accompanying message. “Just give them a chance, alright? You won’t regret it!”
You already know what awaits you when you open the video. It’s an interview with the Saja Boys. You want to roll your eyes and immediately close it, but something about the leader’s voice keeps you listening.
“We’re just so happy to be sharing our music with the world,” the man says. He’s rather attractive, with neatly combed hair and a dazzling smile you know he’s perfected for the camera. Jinu, you think his name is? He seems to be the one your friends obsess over the most. “It’s been our passion for…well, since the beginning. We’ve known each other for a while, and we’ve always wanted to change the world. And now…now we are. One song at a time.”
It is an innocent statement, one that doesn’t really deserve much thought. Yet, when the words meet your ears, that same shifting, ugly feeling returns. A worm in your chest, burrowing deep and writhing with agonizing foreboding, leaving shivers running down your spine. You don’t like their voices. You don’t like their songs. Something about them rubs you the wrong way.
Shaking your head, you put the phone away and sit up. Time for dinner. Then, finally, bed.
The city you are in resembles one you have never been to: it seems like it might be Seoul, but you cannot be sure. Everything is bathed in hues of purple, blue, and black. The sky is as dark as the blackest of ink, with the faint roilings of lightning flashing through the clouds. The street you are standing on is empty. There are no cars, no people, and no sound except for distant thunder.
You are dreaming. How you know isn’t sure to you, as lucidity within your unconsciousness isn’t one of your normal habits. You don’t remember falling asleep. You must have been so exhausted, you just plopped into bed and went out like a light. And now you are here, in some strange dream which does not feel normal. All of your senses are sending a single clear message: you aren’t supposed to be here. It has you on edge, poised like a fox ready to run from a pack of hounds.
Is the thunder getting louder? Why does it sound so strange?
No. Not thunder.
Footsteps. That boom, boom, boom are the sounds of feet hitting the ground with the force of mini earthquakes. The vibrations are progressively becoming more violent. The lightning becomes intense.
Before you can catch up with what is happening around you, something reveals itself from the buildings. Towering above even the skyline, what stands before you is giant. He’s young, dressed in a black robe with a tall, wide-rimmed hat hiding his eyes. The beads connected to the brim jingle ominously in the dead air as he approaches. You stumble back, failing to retain your balance due to the ground shaking, falling flat on your back with a thud. Your tailbone hurts, but that is nothing compared to the terror you are now experiencing.
The giant walks right up to you, his boot raising, blocking out your entire line of vision with the ridged soles of the shoe’s underside. You shriek, throwing your arms over your head, expecting it to come down and crush you like a bug. Instead, he simply lands it right in front of you, inches away from your trembling form.
“Well, well, well,” the man drawls. “What have we here? A little mortal trapped in a dream? How curious.” He pushes his hat up, revealing deep yellow eyes, pupils like slits of black. He grins, showing fangs. “What are you doing here, shrimpy? Who decided to pull you through?”
You can’t speak. How can you? This is too much for your poor mind to wrap around, and you cannot answer him…not that you’d want to even if you did know what was going on. You scramble away, a startled cry leaving your lips.
The man snorts, amused. One massive hand reaches forward, fingers extended to curl you into their hold, claws wickedly sharp.
That does it. You bolt, pelting as fast as you can away from the giant, panic consuming you. You hear him laugh, a loud, gleeful cackle as he starts after you, every single step of his outpacing you by landslide proportions. The momentum of his hand swooping down to grab you is interrupted when you dart into a tight alleyway. Claws longer than your entire body scrape against the sides of the buildings as he tries to catch you.
“Aw, don’t hide from me.” He peers in at you with a single eye. “Where’s the fun in this if I don’t get to play around with you? C’mon, tiny, there’s nowhere for you to go.”
“L-Leave me alone!” you yell, finally finding your voice. “Go away!”
“Go away,” he echoes back, clearly mocking you. “I actually think I’m going to stay right here. I could always force you out. Let’s say I do that on the count of ten, okay? Ten…nine…eight…”
“Wait!” You fumble for something to say. “Stop! I-!”
“Three…two…one.” The giant grabs the sides of the buildings forming the alleyway and quite literally pulls them apart. The groan of metal and concrete warping beyond their intended shapes outshines your scream as he grabs your leg and yanks you forward. Your life flashes before your eyes as he lifts you up, dangling you in front of his face. His grin widens. “You literally couldn’t have made that any easier.”
“Let me go!” You struggle fruitlessly. “Who are you? What are you? Where am I?!”
“Geez, ease off on the questions, tiny. Don’t you realize this is a dream?” He leans back against a toppled building like a languid cat. “None of this is real. But that doesn’t mean we can’t play with you a little.”
“We?!”
“Baby.” A new voice reverberates through the air. Upside down, it is dizzying to see another giant come into view. This one is dressed identical to the one holding you, but long violet bangs completely hide his eyes from view. “Stop messing with our food. You’re going to give them a heart attack.”
“Our food?” The newly-dubbed Baby scoffs. “This is my food. I found them first, therefore I get dibs.”
“That’s not how it works.” The second man grabs your captor’s arm and wrenches it down. You yelp when he pries you from Baby’s talons, taking you into his just as tight-albut right side up-grasp. “Jinu said to contain before we think about consuming. He wants to see what this soul’s deal is.”
“Ugh, you’re no fun.” Baby pouts. “Mr. Big Bad Mystery, always following rules. You know you wanna take a bite. Go on, I won’t tell.”
Mystery tilts his head downward slightly. Though you can’t see his gaze, you know he’s staring at you. “I’ll save my appetite for later.”
You grunt and struggle. You will not allow yourself to be eaten by giant dream monsters. If what Baby says is true, then to escape this nightmare, all you need to do is wake up. Glancing down, a fleeting decision is made, and you bite Mystery’s thumb with all of the jaw power you can muster.
“OW!” Mystery flings his hand back. His fingers loosen. You are sent careening through the air, free falling straight for the ground. Triumph wars with fear; this will end the dream. You close your eyes and prepare for a very rude awakening.
You hit the ground hard. Pain shoots through your body, causing you to wheeze. There’s a pause…but when you open your eyes, you are not met with the sight of your room. You are still in the city, with two giants looking down at you.
“Clever little one,” Baby coos. “You thought you could free yourself, didn’t you? Sorry to burst your bubble, but that won’t work here. You’ll only wake up when we let you.”
“Are we going to ignore the fact that they bit me?” Mystery exclaims.
“Oh calm down, you’ll be fine.” Baby waves away his comrade’s concerns dismissively. “Just catch them so we can bring them to Jinu.”
Jinu. Where have you heard that name before? It’s familiar, and something within your chest aches with fearful unrest at the mention of this mysterious leader. Whoever he is, you don’t want to meet him. So once again, you stand and run.
“Hey! Get back here!” Mystery shouts. Both giants give chase, their footsteps thunder. You cut down a corner, refusing to stop, not giving exhaustion a thought as you continue onward at a pace that feels futile, even at your top speed.
The ground rumbles beneath you. Before your very eyes, the road before you begins to crumble and slope downward. Yet another scream leaves you as you find yourself falling into the abyss, flailing wildly. Buildings are sprouting from the sides, smashing into each other, shattering sound and image alike.
“Pray for me. Pray for me…” The words are spiraling through your head, and it takes you a moment to realize that as you are falling, this haunting melody isn’t coming from within; it’s reverberating around you. “Pray for me…Dies irae. Dies irae…Pray for me…Pray for us…”
It’s not chanting, not exactly. It’s…it’s a song.
Your side clips against something, and your arms instinctively shoot out, grabbing whatever it is that hits you. Your fingers grapple to hold on to the strangely ivory-like object. Legs swinging, you look up and feel your heart sink when you see Mystery’s great eye leering down at you from beneath his bangs. Whatever you are holding on to moves; you yelp with the motion of him smiling.
Dear god. You are holding on to one of his tusks. He has tusks. He’s…he’s a demon.
Mystery tilts to the side. The momentum causes you to lose your handle. “Keeping you in check. Keeping you obsessed. Play me on repeat, endlessly in your head.” Falling is once again cut short by a massive hand breaking your fall. The man holding you isn’t Baby or Mystery. His skin is a different shade of purple, almost maroon, and he has long, dark pink hair. He grins, whispers “Call me Romance, little morsel,” and then continues singing, raising you up and tilting you towards his mouth. “Anytime it hurts, play another verse. I can be your sanctuary.” Closer, closer. You are inches away from slipping into his maw before he snaps his teeth shut on the last word. He laughs, flinging you into the air like you are nothing more than a discarded wrapper. Hands raise to catch you. When you land back in his palms, he throws you again, this time to the side. A different pair of claws snags you. A fourth one.
This demon feels bigger than the others. His hair is shorter, but his fangs are longer, and just with the way he is squeezing you, you can tell he is built for strength. “I’m Abby,” he growls. “It is so good to finally meet you, golden soul.”
“Now I’m the only one right now, I will love you more when it all burns down. More than power, more than gold. Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I’m here for your soul.” Romance and Abby throw you back and forth to each other. A dizzying game of toss. In the fifth round, Abby decides to throw you back up. He angles his body so you land on the slope of his shoulder, sliding you down his arm and onto the newly-mainfested ground. You waste no time in running, avoiding Romance’s boot as he slowly stomps after you. The city is an amalgamation of chaos: buildings are rightside up and upside down. Nothing makes sense. Your mind feels on the brink of breaking.
“I’m the only one who’ll love your sins.” Bright pink fire erupts in front of you. Out of the inferno steps a final man. Already, you can sense that this is the leader. He stares at you, head tilted with the air of a curious predator plotting something dangerous. “Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin.”
You are frozen in fear. Every joint in your body is locked, frozen beneath his gaze. Run, your brain screams. Run. You need to get away. You need to escape. “Wake up,” you whisper to yourself. Shaky, barely there. It is hard to hear yourself over the song. “Wake up, please.”
“There is no waking up from this, human,” the leader murmurs. “Not unless I decide it.”
“Jinu.” The other four demons appear instantly. Mystery shoves you forward rather harshly with his foot. You stumble to your knees, trembling with visible horror. “The golden soul, as you requested.”
“You frightened them.” Jinu’s voice is a mask of cold indifference.
“No harm in some playtime, right?” Baby asks casually. “Their spirit is more delicious that way.”
That is it. You can’t take it anymore. Getting up, you steel your nerves and force your voice as high as it can go. “W-Will someone explain to me what is going on?!”
All five demons focus on you. The weight of their stares feels like the pressure of the ocean itself. You immediately regret raising your tone. “I-I-I mean, um…please?”
Romance chuckles. “I like them. They’re funny.”
Jinu kneels, all power, all grace. “You,” he rumbles, “are an interesting case indeed. From the moment we arrived in the city, I could sense the power you hold. You…a curious little mortal who holds a once-in-a-century miracle.” He extends a claw. You flinch when he slowly caresses your face, dragging his knuckle down your cheek and lifting your chin up a little. “A golden soul.”
“Golden soul?” you squeak.
“Connected to the honmoon itself,” Abby purrs.
“When a soul is born, all ties between the two are usually cut off.” Baby idly twirls a lock of his hair. “Usually.”
“Yours didn’t,” Mystery says.
“That makes you special,” Romance hums.
“To consume a soul still tethered to the honmoon is like drinking elysium itself.” Jinu’s entire form shudders as a pleasant sigh ripples through him. “It is what we chase. Regular souls are fine, sure…but your soul? Oh, your soul…” His hands shake with restraint; they hover over you with the desire to pierce talons through your chest and rip you open to reveal what it hides. “Your soul is everything we have ever dreamed of.”
As if on cue, a bright burst of pure light explodes from your heart and fills you with a warmth you have never experienced before. At first, it is almost painful, like the sun is scorning your skin from the inside out. But then it eases, and with the thump, thump, thump of your heart, the light pulses. It’s the color of amber and auburn whiskey, and new breath fills your lungs, sending an invigorating rush through your entire system.
“What…what did you do to me?” you whisper.
“Me? I didn’t do anything. Your soul is simply reacting to the presence of a demon.” Jinu wrinkles his nose. “It…doesn’t seem too pleased.”
“Which makes it all the more tastier,” Baby says with a clack of his teeth.
“So you…you want to eat my soul? You want to kill me?” The very thought makes a shock of fresh terror rocket through you.
“Kill is such a broad word,” Abby drawls. “It isn’t exactly killing. It’s more…falling asleep forever.”
“That’s what dying is!” you cry. “Being killed and dying are the same thing!”
“No.” Jinu’s voice demands silence. “We won’t kill you.” He is regarding you with a very contemplative look. You aren’t sure you like it. “Consuming all of your energy at once and being done with it would be a waste. You are too valuable for that.”
“You’re suggesting we keep them?” Mystery asks.
“Exactly that.”
“Waitwaitwait.” You hold up your hands. “Stop. Just-you can’t keep me. I don’t even know who you are! I’m not a-a thing to use!”
“You seriously don’t recognize us? Our names?” Romance laughs. “Surely you can’t be this out of touch with reality? We’re the Saja Boys, little morsel!”
You pause.
The boy band? The group your friends are obsessed with? Who everyone obsessed with?
“No.” You shake your head. “Nonono. You’re lying. That can’t be true.” Because if it is, you aren’t the only one in danger here. All of Seoul is at risk of losing their souls. The world could be in jeopardy. The Saja Boys are at the top of the global charts. Their songs are being heard by millions.
“I can see the wheels turning in that little head of yours.” Jinu reaches for you. You flinch. He wavers for a moment, then once again hooks a claw under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t bother. There is nothing you can do.”
“Please,” you beg him. Your hands grasp his finger, trembling. “I-I don’t want this. I’m not a tool. I’m not just a soul.”
“Do you think you have a choice in the matter?” He moves his hands forward, thumb pressing against your middle while his palm cradles your back. Gravity fails; you are being lifted higher than you are intended to go. Up past his middle, right to his face. Those eyes study you, showing no remorse for what is about to occur. “Your fate was handed to you the moment you were born. No one with an aura like this passes by Gwi-Ma’s attention.”
You want to ask who the hell Gwi-Ma is, yet you do not receive a chance. Jinu opens his mouth. Fangs are longer than your arms glisten with strings of saliva. His tongue shifts with clear anticipation. Your heart drops with the realization of what is happening.
“NO!” you wail. “NONONONO! Stop, please, stop! Please!”
The demons sing as one. “Living in your mind now. Too late, ‘cause your mine now.”
Your soul howls rejection. You kick your legs and fight with all of your might, but you cannot escape.
“We seal this connection,” Jinu booms. “You belong to us.”
He drops you into his mouth. Your shriek is lost within his throat.
You wake up in a cold sweat, a frantic “No!” leaving your lips as you shoot forward. Your sheets are hot, enclosing you like the constriction of esophageal muscles. Too tight, too thick. You claw them off, sending them flying to the floor. Only then do you pause to catch your breath, clutching at your loose night shirt while your heart gallops along at a desperate pace.
A dream. It was all a dream.
For a moment, you just sit there, replaying the memories again and again. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. You were tired last night, and the Saja Boys’ songs got to your head. There are no demons. There is no honmoon, whatever that might be. Your soul is colorless and invisible, and you are not being eaten alive. Telling yourself this calms you down, and your chest expands with a heavy sigh.
A notification rings on your phone. With shaking fingers, you reach to grab it.
Unknown number.
You freeze.
There is no contact to go along with the text. Only an ominous message that has you covering your mouth in horror.
Welcome to the Pride, Y/N. We can’t wait to get to know you.
Attached to the message is a link to a video. When you click on it, a song pops up on the screen. YOUR IDOL, NEWLY RELEASED SINGLE FROM THE SAJA BOYS. The exact same song from your dream.
