#obssessed

"You're my soda pop~"

"My little soda pop~"

They were quite the lookers, you could see that beyond your grief. You looked up properly now. The music was good-- not good good, but offered that temptation. That deceit. They weren't sweet like they appeared. They were dripping in their own misery. Just like you were. Even more so.

Everything was heightened to the max-- their looks, too good to be real. Body proportions inhuman. Their movements, too fluid and synchronized to be human. They were all in synergy as if joined by one life force.. Their overly bright outfits matching to perfection. Every last inch of them-- their movements-- their charms-- were perfect.

It caught your attention for a minute, then you looked away, disinterested again.

Gotta get to that party. Gotta forget.

They better have good booze.

You stalked off, not noticing the five men who still stood on that make-shift stage. Finished with their performance, staring after you like abandoned, volatile dogs. Staring after the woman who'd just casually looked past their cheerful human façades, seen the ugliness that lurked inside, identified with it, and calmly walked off. Like she hadn't just gained five fresh demon idols pining after her.

"Who's she?" Abby leant an elbow on Baby's shoulder, who for once didn't shrug away. His large, deceitfully doe-like eyes still fixated on the retreating figure of you in the distance.

"Didn't even stick around to watch like the rest," Romance snickered, a hand subconsciously running through Mystery's blueish-grey locks.

Jinu's eyes flashed molten gold. "She saw. I felt it. She knows what we are."

"And she just left??" Romance reasoned, bewildered.

"She doesn't care." Baby's calm voice of melted caramel murmured. There was unmistakable intrigue in his voice. Alot of it. Perhaps even surpassing intrigue into something else-- a liking.

"Gwi-ma will go crazy if he finds out a human knows about us." Abby chuckled. Jinu bit the inside of his cheek.

⌗☾︎ ‧₊˚ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶⋅₊˚☽︎⌗

You were drunk. To say that would be an understatement. No one could see it at first glance. But you had that slight stumble. In your high heels, you couldn't walk in a completely straight line.

But you were on cloud nine. A smile on your face. Successfully, you had forgotten your woes in the lovely embrace of expensive chardonnay.

You grunted, holding your hand out for a taxi on the side of the road. It wizzed on right past you. Asshole.

You subconsciously stumbled backwards, only for the back of your head to bump against a solid chest. You turned. There stood a man. Black hair, pale skin. His facial features, height, even expression, were all a blur to you. He had black hair and pale skin, the typical traits of a Korean male. The very same as your late boyfriend.

He looked like your boyfriend. You reached up, small hands hooking around the collar of whatever sort of top he was wearing. You pulled.

Jinu complied without thinking. He never would bend to anyone's will. But something about your cute little smile. Those flushed cheeks. Your dark, soft looking hair. More than anything, those dark, blissful eyes. They were beautiful, unclear, but still beautiful.

But how was he to react, when, next thing he knew your plumpy lips were on his?? Moving too. Sucking, licking. He went rigid. It was like a trigger was pulled. His face heated up. This girl. This small, beautiful, dumb little thing was kissing him in such a-- an aggressive, but soft, delicate way.

You pulled away before he could even comprehend fully the kiss, your small arms wrapping around him as you sobbed into his chest.

"Ah-- Hangyeol-- I missed you!! My baby, my love...you came back to me!!"

Ah, she had someone else written in her heart. And she had clearly just... mistaken him for that guy. Lucky guy...Jinu felt a sudden urge to kill that guy. Wherever he was.

"Nothing's been the same. I'm doing everything the same but nothing really is-!"

His hands came up behind her back. And slowly, very hesitantly, he patted your back soothingly.

"Fuck...did she just do what I think she..." Abby voices silently from behind the corner, watching in awe.

"Little minx." Romance grunted roughly, but he was smiling. Very wide. He wanted that. He wanted that little lady's lips on his as well. No matter what. And he knew that for a fact, he wouldn't rest until he got it.

He didn't know why he felt this way. To what he owed this new rush of... sensation. Of feeling that wasn't misery or shame but... something else. Something refreshing and new and sweet.

Judging by the looks of the rest of them, especially Jinu, the victim of your kiss, Romance knew it was the very same as himself.

"Say somethin'...wanna hear your voice so badly..." You heard the words leaving your completely wasted mouth, muffled, as you completely buried your face in the oddly large expanse of your man's chest.

"I'm not... Hangyeol--"

You pulled him down again and started smacking kisses all over his face.

Five minutes later, you wiped your mouth. Your boyfriend's face was still blurry to you, but this time it was covered in these lip-shaped red stains.

Oh...you did that?? You giggled, wasted out of your mind.

He lifted you off of your feet. And you threw your arms right around him. Inhibitions who?

"We gotta get her somewhere safe."

"Woah, Jinu, we said we were gonna figure out what she knows...not, y'know, get it on with her..." Abby's voice grated on his already frayed nerves. Jinu had no idea why your kiss had and was affecting him so badly.

"Yeah, and damn, now you wanna keep her safe as well??" Romance questioned in bewilderment.

Baby on the other hand was silently laughing his ass off at the state of Jinu's face. Debauched, covered in bright red lipstick prints. Even Mystery, standing beside him, couldn't help but crack a grin.

Romance wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. The want. The jealousy. The feeling that went beyond the usual wanting to toy around with humans and into something real.

"If I was him I'd never want to wash my face."

The other boyband members paused momentarily and seemed to decide that they too didn't really want to deny what they felt towards her anymore. They nodded in agreement.

Jinu gave away nothing, but insisted on having her head in his lap on the drive home. And though he could have cleansed his face within a second using magic, he didn't.

Romance, who was usually devoid of any emotion on rides home, now had this huge stupid smile on his face that he couldn't wipe off. As did Abby.

"We need to keep her." Baby demanded childishly.

Mystery, who had her feet in his lap, slowly stroked up your legs. Enamoured. "She's so small." He whispered.

When you woke up, your head was pounding. You felt like crying. This wasn't new by any means-- waking up in this random place that you went to with some random man you thought was yours the night before.

It was humiliating, mostly. Partially, enraging.

It was a small punishment, the way you clawed the back of your hand briefly before forcing your eyes open.

Ohhhh shit. Well this was... different.

You were in bed. A particularly large one. When you looked around, the bedroom was too opulent. Too...grandiose for your liking.

Had you landed yourself into a celebrity's bed by accident? It was a thought of jest. But the slight mirth slipped from your sleep-addled brain once the door swung open and you saw who stood at the entrance.

....Who was he again?? You squinted, small form now propped up by the elbows in the middle of the huge bed. You'd seen him somewhere. Dancing, specifically. Purple hair, cropped shirt, showing perfect six-packs. Huge shoulders. You wracked your brain.

Ah fuck it, too much effort.

But you still glared at him, dissapointed in yourself.

This? This was the dude you mistook for your plain and special boyfriend? This six-foot-four mountain of disaster looking guy??

But then, something you hadn't expected in the least happens. Another one steps in. Unlike this tall purple haired handsome monster, he was small. Taller than you, but next to Mr. Abs, he looked like just a baby. His hair was a pastel matcha, eyes big, face shorter and less defined.

"She's awake." The baby one spoke- his voice was surprisingly deep and strong for how he looked.

Another one sauntered in the room just as the smaller one stepped inside. This other one was slightly taller. But slender. His face was covered by this curtain of silky hair. You'd think that sorta hair only suited anime cartoon characters-- but somehow, this guy pulled it off. Just like his look, he exuded a mysterious aura as well.

"She's up!!?" This fourth one was fucking loud and you gave a full body flinch when this pink haired mullet dude stumbled in. His pretty eyes looked around and landed on you. You hiccuped, backing up as he advanced towards you.

They were all very handsome. You'd seen them before somewhere. If only their hair didn't have the colors of the rainbow you'd be able to take them seriously.

"Don't tell me..." Your voice was hoarse. They all paused as if they were hearing the call of a siren, "... you're kpop idols or something?"

"How'd you know?" The last man was inquisitive. When you saw him, you realized who exactly you'd mistaken for your boyfriend.

It was this tall guy. As tall as Mr. Abs. With hair as black as midnight and dark eyes to match. That burned hot with the heat of a million suns as he looked directly at you.

You weren't deterred, somehow. Maybe because, after losing Hangyeol, you didn't really care for anything anymore. He'd been half your personality. Now you just felt nothing. All you wanted to do now was go home and curl up alone on your couch.

"Because-- look at your hair. And your faces."

"You find us handsome~?"

"AHHHH!!" You backed away from the pink haired dude who'd somehow spawned right up next to you without your noticing. Your small form was about to collide with the floor but you quickly turned and landed on your palms and knees.

Wary, you stood up. They watched as if in awe as you brushed yourself off. "I'm sorry for any trouble that I caused yesterday. But I'll be off now."

So small. So fiesty and guarded and yet so clever and polite you were. You were talking through a sobered up alcohol addled system and yet your gaze was full of clarity.

"Fuck," Jinu cursed. Did you not see how stunning you looked? Your cheeks were flushed from that deep sleep. Your lips swollen from biting. Long hair tousled. You stood on those slender legs in this fancy human house and you didn't even care about the state you were in front of THE Saja Boys.

And most of all, your eyes. That stare. You could still see past whatever normal, cheerful façade they had up. But you still couldn't be bothered to look deeper into it.

You stepped forward to reach for your bag, that lay on the nightstand, but then you realized. The pink haired man in the bed had his abnormally large hand around your wrist. You glared at his hand, then shifted your glare up at his handsome face, framed perfectly with those silky pink curls and wisps.

"Let go o'me."

"Do you not wanna know who we are? What we are? Our names?"

He slowly brought your hand up to his mouth, laying a kiss on your knuckles before nuzzling your palm,"I'm Roman. You kissed Jinu. Can't you kiss me too?" Kissed WHO?

He was reverent. You were creeped out. They were all steadily inching closer and closer.

"You're talking too much. Gonna scare her off." Baby snapped. His oversized pastel sweater slipped off a slender shoulder as he came to wrap his arms around you and rest his chin atop your head. You grunted in alarm, squirming, trying to pull away.

However handsome they were, they were still strangers. Also belying his looks and frame, the baby-looking one was strong. Too strong. His arms actually didn't even budge, acting as metal vices around your smaller form.

"Are we supposed to be sucking up to her??" Abby spoke rather confusedly. But his tone was lighthearted too. Despite being a demon, he couldn't bring himself to harbour any sort of dislike towards you.

"I didn't mean to kiss anybody." You blurted. You had an idea of who Jinu was. The smirk on the tall ravenette's face didn't go unnoticed.

"Ah, but do you know who we are? We're the Saja Boys. Second on the charts to Huntrix. And you laid a hand on the leader." Jinu almost mocked, but with a serious undertone.

You were mortified, "I was drunk,"

The midnight-haired man seemingly wasn't interested in arguing semantics, "We won't sue. On one condition." He was growing more and more intrigued by the second. You'd captivated all his band members. And at his imminent threat, you didn't even flinch. You were acting like you had nothing to lose. Just like he didn't.

"Stay here and answer some questions for us." He was cajoling, not demanding. And you didn't know why. Kpop idols had to appear nice and kind to the public but you knew that wasn't really what all of them were.

Especially these ones. They had the darkness. You were familiar with that darkness from when you lost the only thing that had ever made you happy. Your boyfriend.

"Okay, how long will it take?"

"That's for us to know and for you to find out," Abby snickered before Roman effortlessly tugged you back into the silk sheets.