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I project onto romance In a polysaja chokehold <3

[urf4vghoul]

Who I see KPDH as...

[urf4vghoul]

Poly!SAJA as Streamers / Gamer Personalities

🩸 Mystery — The Unshakeable Sweat Demon

Genre: Competitive FPS, Soulslikes, horror games w/headphones maxed Persona: Silent sweats. Aim of a god. Emotion of a brick wall. Chat Behavior: Won't read messages until the game ends — then replies in one sentence max. STREAM VIBE: Camera catches every micro-expression like rare wildlife Chat spams MYSTERY BLINK IF YOU'RE ALIVE He one-man solos bosses while the others scream When he speaks, chat loses its mind Mystery: "I'm healing Abby last. He ran ahead again." Chat: MYSTERY ???? LMAO Low-key wholesome at 3AM, talking about strategy, game philosophy, and occasionally love. Secret weakness = Baby crying on mic → instant soft healer mode.

💥 Baby — The Chaos Gremlin Speedrunner

Genre: Survival, Minecraft extreme mode, Party games Persona: Loud, excitable, dies every 7 minutes but has FUN doing it Chat Behavior: Reads everything out loud, even insults 💀 STREAM VIBE: Minecraft world named "We Are So Back" Eats snacks mid-run, spills half Accidentally starts forest fires Crocs in sport mode = tryhard Baby: "IF I DIE I BLAME ROMANCE." Chat: HE DIED 2 SECONDS LATER Baby: screams Rages → cries → rebuilds → tries again. A serotonin machine.

💄 Romance — The Camera-Flirt Variety Streamer

Genre: Just Chatting, cozy games, Horror but screams prettily Persona: Facecam main. Stream isn't about the game — it's a performance. STREAM VIBE: Leaning into mic like it's a kiss Does eyeliner touch-ups mid-boss fight Loses games because he was looking at chat not the screen Says "be right back" then disappears for 27 minutes Romance: "I won't flirt today I swear." Romance not even 5 minutes in: "Who in chat misses me already?" He purrs compliments, blows kisses at donos, banters like a showman. But when Baby or Abby joins call? He melts.

🦋 Abby — Comfort Streamer / Cozy Cottagecore Gamer

Genre: Stardew, Sims, Palia, Animal Crossing Persona: Soft voice, blanket wrapped around shoulders, safe place energy Chat Behavior: Responds thoughtfully. Uses emotes correctly (unlike the others). STREAM VIBE: Tea steam drifting across the camera Lo-fi music, fairy lights in background Chat trauma dumps and Abby listens like a therapist Builds farms named after the boys 😭 Abby: "Romance is my favorite chicken." Chat: DJDGJHHGKLDF STOP THAT'S CUTE He heals people just by existing. Streamer you fall asleep to.

🧊 Jinu — The Responsible But Tired Leader

Genre: MOBAs, strategy games, FPS support main Persona: Calm, patient teacher energy but secretly competitive Chat Behavior: Reads everything, answers seriously like a dad STREAM VIBE: "Okay team, breathe. We can win this." Explains meta builds like a professor Babysits the others every collab Chat calls him STREAM DAD Baby: (on stream) "Jinu revive me first I'm scared." Jinu: "Romance is literally dying— fine, come here." When they win, he smiles. When they lose, he sighs. Chat goes insane either way.

GROUP STREAM DYNAMIC SUMMARY

Mystery - Rushes objective alone because he doesn't need backup Baby - Tries to help → dies → screams → repeat Romance- Flirts with chat instead of playing Abby- Keeps morale from collapsing Jinu- Holds the entire stream together with one tired hand Every collab ends the same: Abby= laughing Baby= screaming Romance= posing/serving face or in constant state of confusion Mystery= carrying Jinu= questioning his life choices And yet chat ships them harder with each stream.

[legospaceshipguy]

So what if with Gwi-Ma destroyed, the Saja Boys rematerialize in Seoul instead of the Underworld and happen to land in a dumpster?

Kinda working on a fic idea for this, will tag later when I post on AO3.

[urf4vghoul]

Love & Lemons...and Like, Five Bags of Chips

Pairing: Poly!SAJA Tone: Cute fluff and slight thirsting

The plan was simple: get groceries for the week.

The execution?

A disaster.

"Abby, I'm begging you, put back the protein powder. We have three unopened tubs at home," Romance groaned, already holding a very curated basket of oat milk, dragonfruit, and cucumber face masks.

Abby stood firm in front of the shelf, arms crossed. "This one's vanilla cake batter flavor. That's elite."

"Elite at giving you gas."

Mystery strolled past both of them with the cart, already half full of tofu, instant ramen, and about twelve cans of cold brew. "We've been here ten minutes and haven't even hit the produce aisle. Get it together."

Baby zipped past riding the cart like a scooter, nearly crashing into a cereal display. "I found the rainbow marshmallow cereal! We are never eating boring adult food again."

Jinu trailed behind him, carrying exactly one lemon. "Do we need just one lemon, or...?"

"No," Romance said flatly. "We're cooking once and pretending we meal prep."

The five of them roamed the aisles like unsupervised children, making everything look like a dating sim you couldn't afford.

Romance didn’t just walk —he glided. A crisp white button-up, perfectly tailored and tucked into wide-leg trousers, pearl earrings catching the light with every step, and platform boots that clicked like he owned the place. Somehow, in the middle of the frozen food aisle, he made it look like Paris Fashion Week. People turned their heads, and you couldn’t blame them—he looked like temptation dressed in silk and sharp lines.

Baby, on the other hand, was a different kind of dangerous. He shuffled along in an oversized hoodie and sweats, one floppy bunny ear drooping off his hood, and still managed to be the most distracting thing in sight. He had four different bags of chips clutched to his chest, staring at them with a seriousness that shouldn’t have been attractive, but somehow was. Like he was debating which flavor matched his current vibe. Cute, ridiculous, and unfairly hot all at once.

Abby followed after Baby making sure he behaved. That black T-shirt clung to him like a second skin, stretched tight across his chest and abs, leaving nothing to the imagination. And then there were the grey sweatpants—the forbidden kind. The kind that made you look even if you knew you shouldn’t. Eyes lingered a second too long, but who could blame me?

Mystery followed, and his vibe couldn’t have been more different, yet just as distracting. He wore a deep purple crewneck under a black streetwear utility vest, the straps and pockets only making him look more dangerous. His black cargo pants hung low on his hips, casual but calculated, and the black face mask covered half his face—just enough to make you want to see what he was hiding. His aura did all the talking, sharp, unreadable.

Then came Jinu. Simple, but deadly in his own way. Wide-leg jeans, a semi-cropped white tee that lifted whenever he moved, teasing flashes of toned skin. The flannel hung loose over his shoulders like he’d thrown it on without a thought, and the fitted cap shadowed his face just right, emphasizing the sharp line of his jaw. He didn’t even try, and somehow that made it worse. Effortless, maddening, the kind of casual hot that crept under your skin before you realized it.

"Salt & vinegar makes me feel powerful but... the jalapeño ones make me feel flirty." stated Baby

"You literally say that about everything spicy," Abby muttered, tossing an energy drink into the cart.

"Because it's true!"

Mystery scanned the snack shelves, clearly trying not to look amused.

Jinu wandered back into the aisle holding another lemon and a single hot pepper. "Okay, hear me out..."

"No," Romance cut in, grabbing a basket of strawberries and gently redirecting Jinu toward the fruit section. "You're not experimenting again. We're still recovering from the kiwi-chili disaster."

Meanwhile, Baby and Abby had entered a full-on debate over frozen waffles vs. pancakes.

"Waffles are pancakes with abs," Abby argued.

"Exactly why they're obnoxious." argued Baby.

Romance ignored them and made his way to the spice aisle, brows furrowed as he examined jars of dried basil. That's when Mystery appeared beside him, silent as always, leaning against the shelf.

"You always pretend you're gonna cook," he said quietly, "then order takeout halfway through prep."

Romance looked up at him, lips curling. "Yeah, well. Maybe I like pretending I have my life together."

Mystery tilted his head. "You do."

Romance blinked.

Mystery shrugged, grabbed the jar from his hand, and added it to the cart. "Just not in the kitchen."

Romance's face warmed, but before he could retort, Baby came barreling around the corner—again—with the cart.

"GUYS. FREE SAMPLES. COOKIES."

They ended up in line with way too much food, a cart full of contradictions: tofu and candy, skincare and soda, four types of rice, and a tiny succulent Baby swore "spoke to his soul."

As they loaded the groceries into their car, Abby shook his head. "This was supposed to be a quick errand."

Romance adjusted his sunglasses, unbothered. "Well, now it's a core memory."

Mystery handed him a tiny sample cookie. "For your effort."

Romance took it and popped it into his mouth, humming. "This is why I keep you all around."

Jinu reached across the backseat to hold Baby's hand. Abby kissed Mystery's temple. And Romance—smug and sugar-high—leaned back with the windows down, watching the sky turn soft as dusk fell over the city.

Sometimes, love looked like stargazing.

Sometimes, it looked like a luxury spa.

And sometimes?

It looked like a trunk full of frozen waffles and the people who made every errand feel like magic.

[urf4vghoul]

SAJA Boys Tour Log #5 – “Pre-Show Rituals (Unhinged Edition)”

Okayyyy so just finished watching the ateez tour logbook and I wanted to make one for my boys~

[CAMERA ON — grainy low light, slightly tilted frame]

📍 Location: Dressing Room, 2 hours before the Seoul Dome Show

🎥 Cameraman: Baby (obviously)

📓 Entry title: “We’re hot, chaotic, and emotionally unstable ❤️”

“Okayyyy!” Baby’s voice is already behind the camera as the vlog begins. “Hi vlog besties—it’s your favorite menace. We’re in Seoul, it’s two hours before the biggest show of the tour, and I’m gonna expose everyone’s pre-show madness. Starting with…”

He pans the camera left—to Romance, in a full silk robe, lying on the couch with cucumber slices over his eyes and a Korean sheet mask under them.

“I’m visual prepping,” Romance says without opening his eyes. “If I’m not glowing on that stage, I’m not going.”

“You’re already glowing,” Baby says. “Like a pissed-off moon goddess.”

“Thank you. Tell them I invented beauty.”

Cut to Jinu, doing vocal warmups in the mirror shirtless while applying lip balm with absolute precision.

“Vocal prep is sacred,” he says, winking at the camera. “Also, if you film me shirtless again, you owe me dinner.”

“I was gonna say I owe you everything, but okay,” Baby replies.

Smash cut to Mystery, who is in the corner quietly tying his boots, black eyeliner smudged just right, headphones in. The camera zooms slowly in on his side profile like it’s a dramatic movie trailer.

“He hasn’t spoken in 23 minutes,” Baby whispers like he’s narrating National Geographic. “I think he’s summoning the darkness.”

Suddenly, Mystery turns to the camera and says, “I’m listening to Taylor Swift.”

Cue silence.

Then Baby screams.

Cut to Abby, mid push-up. Shirtless. Glowing. Disrespectful.

Baby zooms in way too close.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to de-stress.”

The camera lowers to show his abs in 4K.

“Oh I’m stressed now,” Baby mutters.

Romance (from the couch): “We all are. Put him away before the staff catches feelings.”

Abby smirks and keeps going. “What about you, cameraman? You ready for tonight?”

Baby flips the camera around to reveal himself grinning in a SAJA hoodie with a full face of glittery makeup. “Obviously.”

Cut to chaos:

– Jinu chasing Romance with a lint roller

– Mystery fixing everyone’s mic packs without being asked

– Abby yelling “stop twerking in my shot” while Baby definitely twerks in his shot

– Staff knocking and saying, “5 minutes!”

– Everyone going into power idol mode instantly

Final shot:

The boys standing in a line in front of the mirror. Full stage gear. Lights down. Mic checks done. Eyes shining.

Abby starts the chant.

“One heart.”

Jinu: “One fire.”

Romance: “One soul.”

Mystery: “One family.”

Baby: “And one chaotic ass vlog.”

[CAMERA SHUTS OFF]

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💬 Comments under the video:

• “romance’s skincare better drop a routine cause I’m suffering”

• “why is mystery always quiet until he says something that ruins me emotionally”

• “ABBY DOING PUSH-UPS WAS A HATE CRIME”

• “jinu please marry me and take me to vocal warmup dates”

• “baby’s chaotic camerawork deserves an award”

• “you can feel how much they love each other even through the jokes 🥺

[urf4vghoul]

Sun-Kissed, Love Drunk

Poly!Saja| Normal Idol au| Fluff| Light Suggestive Content

The ocean breeze was warm and salty, the kind that clung to your skin and made everything feel a little softer, a little slower. Their managers were busy. Their schedules were miraculously clear. And the boys had unanimously agreed—today wasn't about music or fans or cameras.

It was about them.

The private beach was quiet. Just a stretch of pale sand, endless blue, and five boys barefoot and sun-soaked in varying degrees of chaos.

Abby was building a sandcastle. A massive one. Not for fun, but out of pure competitive spite after Baby had said, "Bet you can't make one taller than me."

Now, twenty minutes in, he was laser-focused, shirtless, shoulders glistening, hands sculpting tiny towers with impressive precision.

"You're really taking this personally, huh?" Mystery asked, sipping from a cold coconut as he watched Abby like a proud coach.

"Shut up and pass me that bucket."

Jinu and Baby were in the water—Baby squealing every time Jinu tried to dunk him, then clinging to him dramatically like he was about to drown. "You're trying to kill me on vacation!" he shouted, climbing onto Jinu's back like a cat.

"You splashed me first!" Jinu laughed, holding his thighs to keep him from slipping. "It's war now."

Meanwhile, Romance was perched on a striped towel under a sun umbrella, huge sunglasses on, sunhat tilted at an impossible angle, wearing a sheer cover-up and sipping a sparkling water like he was the CEO of the beach.

"You're not even swimming," Abby called, annoyed but smiling.

"I'm lounging," Romance said. "It's called aesthetic. I'm creating the fantasy."

"You're so high-maintenance," Baby shouted from the water.

Romance slid the sunglasses down just enough to give him a look. "And yet you all love me."

He wasn't wrong.

Eventually, the sun started to dip, painting everything in soft gold. The boys dried off, changed behind beach towels, and followed the winding path up to the seaside restaurant that overlooked the cliffs.

And that's when it happened.

Romance stepped out of the changing cabana—and the world slowed down.

The wind caught the hem of his black silk dress, flowing like water. The thin straps clung to his shoulders, the low back showing off miles of smooth skin. He wore strappy black heels, a simple silver necklace, and his lips were glossed in a deep berry tone.

He looked like he stepped off a runway—and maybe a little like sin.

Jinu froze mid-sentence.

Baby literally choked on his smoothie.

Mystery blinked once and quietly muttered, "Goddamn."

And Abby—cool, calm, collected Abby—just ran a hand down his face like he was trying to keep it together. "You planned this."

Romance smiled, slow and smug. "Of course I did. You think I was gonna let the sunset go to waste?"

They were seated at a cliffside table just as the sky turned orange-pink. Dinner was soft and candlelit—fresh seafood, wine for whoever wasn't driving, laughter echoing between bites.

Jinu fed Baby grilled shrimp. Baby kissed his cheek with his mouth full.

Abby and Mystery shared a bottle of sparkling grape juice and exchanged subtle looks across the table—quiet, intense, familiar.

Romance leaned over to rest his head on Abby's shoulder, heels kicked off under the table, legs curled in the seat.

"Thank you for today," he whispered.

Abby turned his head, kissed his temple. "You don't have to thank us for loving you."

And when the sky darkened, and the first stars came out, they stayed.

Shoes off. Suits slightly wrinkled. Baby's hair salty and messy. Romance wrapped in someone's blazer over his silk dress. Fingers intertwined under the table.

Just five boys, hearts full, bellies warm, and the world paused—just for them.

[urf4vghoul]

Ashes Of Us

A/N: ANGST ANGST ANGST BABYYYY & Also I made the demons fight a little more violent and they are able to bleed as well lol. No hate to my love Rumi it was only for the story :(

The demon realm was cold.

Not in temperature—no, the infernal sky still blazed that violent, otherworldly red, streaked with the glowing veins of magic and brimstone. No, it was cold in the way grief was. In the way loss could hollow you out and leave nothing but flickering rage in its place.

They hadn't walked back into the demon world.

They were banished.

Shoved through a portal like rejected trash after the Huntrix's battle with Gwi-ma—thrown into the dirt with scorched bodies, bloodied lips, and broken bonds.

And Jinu hadn't come with them.

Mystery stood by the edge of the cliffs overlooking the ruined fields of war-torn ash, his long coat whipping in the sulfur wind. Baby paced behind him, fingers twitching, his glamor long gone—purple patterns spiderwebbing down his neck, fangs still stained with someone's blood.

Romance sat cross-legged on a jagged rock near the fire pit. His lip was split. His hair matted. His usual perfection smudged by the chaos they'd been through. But it was his eyes—burning and red-rimmed—that made him look the most monstrous.

"He chose her," he finally said, voice flat.

No one answered.

He looked at them—at Mystery's clenched fists, Baby's shaking form, and then at the still, unmoving body of Abby, laid gently beside the fire. His skin was pale. Unnaturally so. He hadn't spoken since Mira had cut through him mid-battle, blade dripping with both her sweat and his blood. His chest still rose and fell—barely—but his eyes remained closed.

A demon in stasis. Fading, but not yet gone.

"I can't believe," Romance growled, voice cracking with venom, "he would sacrifice himself for a stupid girl he just met... when he loved us for centuries."

Baby froze mid-step. Mystery's shoulders stiffened.

"He was our family," Romance hissed, standing now, voice rising. "We've bled together. Killed together. Slept under the same damn roof for over three hundred years. And he—he just—he—"

His voice finally broke.

"He left us," Romance whispered, eyes glassy.

Baby finally turned to him, eyes wide and wet. "I tried to grab him. I saw it happen, I saw Rumi about to get hit by Gwi-ma's blast and Jinu—he—he didn't even hesitate. He shoved her out of the way and then—"

Mystery spun on them both, his voice low and sharp like a blade. "Enough."

The fire cracked, sending sparks into the wind.

Mystery stalked over to Abby's body and knelt beside him, resting a hand on his chest—like he was checking for something, or maybe just grounding himself.

"If Abby doesn't wake up... I'll never forgive any of them," he muttered. "Not the Huntrix. Not the council. Not Jinu."

Baby sat beside Romance now, curling his arms around his knees. "He didn't even say goodbye."

Romance wiped his face roughly, as if furious with himself for crying. "He looked right at me when he did it. And then he smiled. Like it was noble or something."

Mystery didn't speak. His silence was deafening.

There had been a time when they thought nothing could break the bond between them. They were demons—not bound by mortal weaknesses like indecision or betrayal. Their love had been sharp, immortal, ugly and beautiful all at once. They'd carved kingdoms into ash and named them after each other.

And now?

Now they were back where it all started—alone in hell, hearts in pieces, missing the one who was supposed to stay.

Romance stared into the fire, voice a bitter whisper.

"He should've died with us. Or lived with us. Not... her."

Baby shivered. "What if he's gone forever?"

Mystery stood again, towering, unreadable. "He won't be."

Romance looked up. "How do you know?"

"Because we're going to get him back," Mystery said simply. "And we're going to make him explain why he thought they were worth more than us."

They all turned toward Abby as a gust of warm wind brushed through the cave.

His fingers twitched.

Romance was at his side in seconds, grabbing his hand. "Abby? Abby, baby, can you hear me?"

Abby groaned softly, brow furrowing, lips parting with effort.

"...Mira?" he croaked.

Romance's face fell. His grip loosened. "No Abby, it’s us…your safe."

But Abby's eyes fluttered open—barely. And when he saw them, saw Romance, Baby, Mystery—he smiled faintly.

"I thought we were all dead."

Romance squeezed his hand again, despite himself. "Not yet."

Abby closed his eyes again, his voice faint. "Then let's fix that."

Mystery cracked a rare, cold smile. "Don't worry. We're going back."

Romance looked out into the dark sky above hell, voice bitter and aching.

"And when we do, we're taking back what's ours."

[urf4vghoul]

Rainy Days & Burnt Pancakes

Poly!Saja| just some cute morning fluff and all that soft ooey gooey goodness :D

Rain dripped gently against the apartment windows, casting soft shadows across the hardwood floors. Outside, Seoul was grey and dreamy. Inside, it smelled like coffee, vanilla candles, and... slightly burnt pancakes.

"Baby, I said medium heat," Abby groaned, fanning the smoke alarm with a dish towel as Baby stood over the stove, flipping a very questionable pancake with zero remorse.

"This is medium," Baby argued. "Your definition of medium is just boring."

Jinu peeked into the kitchen, hoodie sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms, cheeks pink from laughing. "You literally set the first one on fire."

"That one was for ritual purposes." Baby smirked. "We don't talk about her."

Across the living room, Romance was curled on the couch in someone else's hoodie (Mystery's, if the way it swallowed him whole was any indication), legs bare, hair in a soft, messy bun. He had a facemask on and a steaming cup of lavender tea tucked in his hands. "I feel like I'm watching a sitcom with no script."

Mystery, who was sitting beside him with a book in his lap, looked up and deadpanned, "We are the script."

"You're not wrong."

Romance leaned into his side, resting his head against Mystery's shoulder with a sigh. "You smell like cedarwood and heartbreak. It's so comforting."

"...Thanks?"

"Can someone please get the Bluetooth speaker before I commit crimes?" Abby called from the kitchen. "We need a playlist before Baby tries to rap over the rain."

"I make one little freestyle and suddenly I'm a problem," Baby muttered.

Jinu grabbed his phone and tapped into the shared playlist: a mix of soft R&B, nostalgic K-pop, lo-fi beats, and a few dramatic ballads that clearly came from Romance's library.

As the music played, the kitchen chaos settled into rhythm.

Jinu danced around the island with Baby, stealing little kisses while trying not to trip over his own socks. Abby stood like a tired dad in the background, muttering things like, "Don't stir with that, that's my chopstick," while keeping a close eye on the pan.

Eventually, everyone migrated to the living room. Mystery folded himself onto the floor with a cup of coffee. Abby sat cross-legged next to him. Jinu pulled Baby into his lap on the armchair. And Romance—fresh-faced and glowing now—curled right in the middle of the couch, pulling a blanket over everyone's legs like a queen on her throne.

"Movie?" he asked sweetly.

"No horror," Baby said instantly. "You always pick horror and then scream louder than me."

"It's called immersive viewing," Romance sniffed.

They settled on a cozy rom-com.

It wasn't long before Jinu and Baby were dozing off together, Baby's head on his chest, fingers curled into his hoodie. Abby had leaned against Mystery, the two of them whispering softly in the corner, deep in some quiet conversation only they understood.

Romance yawned, snuggling closer to whoever was nearest. "This is nice."

Mystery looked over at him. "Yeah," he said, voice softer than usual. "It really is."

Outside, the rain kept falling. Inside, the boys stayed tangled together—warm, full, loved.

No stages. No rehearsals. Just sleepy kisses and soft music and the kind of peace they never used to think they'd deserve.

And as the movie played on, and the storm curled tighter around the city, one thing was clear:

Home wasn't a place.

It was them.

[soda-boys]

the soda boys!!

[histrynerdss]

almost forgot to do daily polysaja oh my god here it is

stupid one this time. my hcs for modern tech situation

(for more context my age hcs for them are like. oldest to youngest abby -> jinu (by 3 months,) -> romance (by a year) -> mystery (by like . idk fifty years) -> baby (by 3)) subject to change if i have historical period shenanigans with them

anywayyuuhh let's get on with it

jinu fucks up everything at the start but mostly the tv. he would think to control the tv you'd have to use the remote to type out what you want it to do . with the numbers . it makes me laugh to imagine it bcos he could be sitting on a couch trying to press 0 to turn the tv on because it looks like a power button but the tv isn't even plugged in. other than that he's. Doing okay . probably. ignore the 37 accidental photos of random shit because he keeps opening the camera on accident

abby simultaneously figured it out quickly but fucked up (on a cellphone). he figured out how to open apps and connect to wifi. he did not figure out how to actually use any of the functions and i think he only knows how to like. google things and message the others. eventually baby teaches him how to play games on there and abby gets hooked on trying to beat baby in as many games as possible

romance learned a little slow but uses everything to full advantage. like u got him with a fully customized ass phone screen like with widgets and everything and he's the one out of all of them who calmly instructs everyone else how to use shit. he looks like the socmed manager to me so this does make sense (plus u cannot tell me he isn't going on pinterest and stuff to look for outift inspo. these guys DRESS like it)

mystery was surprisingly good at it like also learned a lil slow but afterwards does just fine like. the average human being. but sometimes forgets exactly how to operate shit so he has a chance of putting paper the wrong way in a printer or thinking sleep mode on a laptop means the same as shut down

baby. ah yes no he learned slow but once he did he only uses his phone to play games and send the others funny shit in the groupchat. if romance is the one who teaches everyone how to use stuff calmly baby is the one going "THE TV WON'T TURN ON BECAUSE IT'S NOT FUCKING PLUGGED IN 😒" . also there is a special lock on the online shopping apps on his phone because the saja boys can't tell their manager 10 bottles of buldak hot sauce is going to help them perform better

btw all of them have beef with their printer

OH ALSO IF ANYONE WANTS TO SEND IN ASKS RELATED TO POLYSAJA AND/OR ROMABBY GO ON AHEAD <3

[chyemmi]

Never running from a real fight ~ ☆

They are the ones named Saja Boys ~ 🎶

[chyemmi]

Fighting Huntrix by moonlight ~ ✨️

Winning love by daylight ~ 💕 🎶

[urf4vghoul]

Jinu's Fizzy Feelings

Normal Idol AU | Poly!SAJA | Fluffy Origin of “Soda Pop”

Jinu didn’t plan to write a song about them.

Not seriously, anyway.

It started off as a joke.

He’d been watching Baby dance around the kitchen barefoot, singing to himself while stirring hot cocoa, making up ridiculous lyrics about marshmallows and rainbows. The apartment smelled like cinnamon, Romance was laying across the floor humming into his phone, Abby was doodling stick figures in the corner, and Mystery was sitting silently at the table with his nose in a book, but reaching over every five minutes to top off Jinu’s tea.

And Jinu just… felt it.

That warmth. That little fizzy feeling behind his ribs that told him he was safe, and full, and maybe a little in love with four of the most chaotic people on Earth.

So he opened a blank notebook and wrote:

“You’re my soda pop.”

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At first it was just a chorus.

Playful. Upbeat. Soft like cheeks squished into pillows and laughter echoing off bathroom tiles.

Then came a verse about the feeling of how Abby always made him feel braver.

Then a bridge about the feeling of the way Mystery held his hand when no one was looking.

Then a line about the feelings of Romance stealing his hoodies and pretending it wasn’t a big deal.

By the time he finished the demo, it was the sweetest, silliest, most them song he’d ever made.

But he didn’t say anything.

He uploaded it into the shared song folder and hoped they wouldn’t notice the subtext.

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They noticed immediately.

“Okay, who wrote the lyrics to this one?” Baby asked during practice, earbuds in. “Because I swear this is literally about cutesy lovey doves feelings”

Romance looked up from his phone. “‘You're minе, you already know that 'Cause I need you to need me’ is some romantic shit. Who got secret feelings?”

Jinu coughed. “I think it just came out that way.”

Mystery, quietly, “It sounds like you.”

Abby squinted at him. “Wait. Jinu… this is about us, isn’t it?”

Silence.

Then Jinu sighed and pressed pause on the track. “Yeah. It’s about you guys. You’re my soda pop. You make everything better. Even when I’m flat, you fizz me back up.”

Romance immediately tackled him into a hug. “You sap! I’m gonna cry.”

“You already are crying,” Abby said, crawling onto the couch beside them.

Baby plopped into Jinu’s lap, beaming. “You really think we’re your soda pop?”

“I think you’re each my own flavor,” Jinu mumbled, cheeks turning pink. “Like… Baby’s grape. Mystery’s Lychee. Abby’s cherry. Romance is… definitely some kind of spicy cinnamon apple.”

“I’ll accept that,” Romance said proudly.

“And you?” Mystery asked, brushing Jinu’s hair back.

“Me?” Jinu blinked. “I’m just… the can.”

They all laughed.

“Nah, Jinu,” Abby said, smiling gently. “You’re definitely cola—sweet, steady, and the one we always come back to.”

⸻

The night the track was semi-finalized as they were waiting for Baby’s rap to mixed in, they listened to Jinu’s demo on the living room floor—wrapped in blankets, legs tangled together, cheeks warm from hot chocolate and happiness.

🎶 You're all I can think of

Every drop I drink up

You're my soda pop

My little soda pop

Cool me down, you're so hot

Pour me up, I won't stop

You're my soda pop 🎶

Romance sighed. “I want this song tattooed on my soul.”

“You make my brain feel carbonated,” Baby whispered, half asleep.

Abby kissed Jinu’s hand. “You always write songs that make us feel like a team.”

Mystery pulled him closer and said the quietest thing of all:

“Thank you for writing us down.”

Jinu smiled. “Always.”

“Oh by the way…you’re gonna wanna hear the lyrics I wrote” Baby smirked sleepily.

[histrynerdss]

romabby lovers hear me out on tragic ass pining stage romance with again "never the muse" like come with me here. a loverboy always has at least ONE sort of little artistic skill (evidence is me and my boyfi) and i know he's either a poet and/or an artist just. God he would write poetry about abby and try to sing it around him and abby is jealous of whoever it is he's singing about IT'S YOUU!!!! anyway he ofc gets grumpyshit due to the misunderstanding and romance then misunderstands THAT as "i hate you" Guys come on

[heiibo]

When romance calls members

[pinkass-boots]

THEY'RE HERE

THE SODA BOYS

their cookie names from right to left:

baby saja: bubblegum soda cookie

romance saja: peach soda cookie

jinu saja: licorice soda cookie

abby saja: pomelo soda cookie

mystery saja: grape soda cookie

i accidentally made a poll please ignore this

cool cookies ❤️

the cookies suck 🍅🍅🍅

Voting ended onJul 25, 2025

[urf4vghoul]

i NEED these right NOW!!!!

[urf4vghoul]

omigosh I first saw silver haired seonghwa as Mystery but now that I think about it…all I see and hear especially with the vocals it’s all seungmin!! They’re both puppies🥺🥺

[heinzsqueezebottle]

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