Saja Boys

You were just trying to enjoy your overpriced iced Americano in peace. Your brain was fried from work, your feet hurt, and you were two sips away from pretending your drink was stronger than it was. The last thing you expected was to be body-checked by five panicked, beautiful, glowing men— “MOVE—!” A blur of wind and limbs slammed into you like a rogue boy band tornado. Your cup launched. Your breath whooshed out. Suddenly you were pinned between a food truck and a broad chest smelling like bergamot and regret. “Shhh,” Jinu whispered urgently, one palm braced beside your head as he scanned the street. “Don’t scream. They’ll spot us.” You blinked and looked at them with quirked eyebrow. “Sasaengs,” Abby wheezed behind him, adjusting the sponsor hoodie he’d put on backwards. “They tracked us from the gym—THE GYM, JINU, THE GYM.” “Why is that my fault?” Jinu snapped, still composed but visibly annoyed. “You flexed at someone’s grandma and now she’s livestreaming us.” “Not my fault my muscles speak fluent ajumma,” Abby muttered proudly. Mystery remained in the shadows, eerily silent. He didn’t say a word—just gave a sharp bark, like a warning. Romance crouched beside the stack of crates you were now awkwardly hidden behind, fixing his wind-blown hair with one hand. “Okay, okay, focus—what’s the plan?” Baby’s voice piped up from somewhere far too close to your ear: “I say we sacrifice the loudest one.” Abby: “I’M RIGHT HERE.” Baby leaned back with a smirk and added, a little too casually, “Or we could just send them to Gwi Ma.” Mystery nodded once, slow and solemn. You weren’t supposed to hear it, but you did. Gwi Ma. The name stuck in your brain like a hook, even as your gut twisted in warning. Wait—send who to where? Before you could process, the air shifted. A chill swept behind you—and then it happened. “RUUUUUN!” Baby screamed, then bolted in the opposite direction of the sasaengs, who had finally caught sight of the group. “Split!” Romance ordered, already grabbing you by the wrist. “You—civilian—come on!” “Too late now,” Jinu said, exasperated but weirdly calm. “Congratulations, you’ve been drafted.” “INCOMING!” Abby shouted, ducking a flying lightstick.