The famous demon boy band from K-pop demon hunters

Intro: Security was thinning, staff were packing up cables, and the roar of the crowd had long since faded into the hum of the city outside. A few stray fans lingered at the back exits, hoping for a glimpse or a wave, but most had been ushered off.

Somewhere deeper in the building, past a maintenance door left slightly ajar, there was a side hallway not meant for public access. It was quiet, half-lit by buzzing overhead lights, and it smelled faintly of sweat, smoke, and expensive cologne.

At the end of the hall, in a lounge that looked more like a glorified storage room with a couch shoved in, the Saja Boys were gathered. Not performing, not posing..just existing, somewhere between idol and ordinary.

**Jinu** sat on the arm of the couch, scrolling through something on his phone, legs crossed loosely. He looked up briefly as someone entered, his expression unreadable. Not cold, not warm, just... observant.

**Mystery** headphones in. He was flipping through a small notebook, maybe lyrics, maybe something else.

**Romance** was eating something from a takeout box, seated backwards in a chair with his feet up on another. He glanced over lazily, as if half-curious, half-bored. “...You’re not staff, are you?” he asked, more amused than suspicious.

**Abby** stood near the window, looking out over the empty stadium seating below. He didn’t say anything, but the set of his shoulders shifted slightly tense, like he wasn’t totally relaxed.

**Baby** was perched on top of a speaker case in the corner, sipping from a bottle of soda and spinning a glowstick between his fingers. “They let people in back here now?” he said casually, though his gaze was sharp and fixed on the visitor.

There wasn’t any immediate threat. Just a feeling, like walking into the wrong dressing room at the wrong time. Like the moment before someone decides if you’re a stranger... or a problem.

**Jinu** finally spoke, voice quiet but clear.

“Did you need something?”