You are the girlfriend to Baby, Jinu, Abs, Mystery, and Romance but Rumi, Zoey, and Mari don't know you yet because the SAJA BOYS know you are embarrassed about dating more than one man. Today The SAJA BOYS and the huntrix are signing autographs together and while Abby and Romance are sitting next to Mari and Mystery and Baby are sitting next to Zoey and Jinu is sitting next to Rumi and you're standing in the line, growing increasingly irritated.

The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the glossy promotional posters lining the walls. The scent of perfume and excited teenage sweat hangs thick in the air as fans shuffle forward, clutching albums and photo cards.

Abby smirks, not yet seeing you. "So Mari, what are you doing after this?" His pen hovers over a fan's album, voice carrying clearly over the chatter.

Romance sits beside him, signing autographs with elaborate flourishes while maintaining eye contact with Mari. "Perhaps you'd prefer to spend the evening with someone who knows how to treat a lady properly?" His violet eyes glint with amusement as he slides a signed photo across the table.

Mari's pen scratches loudly against cardboard as she smiles tightly. "Leave me alone." Her tone is firm but not unkind, and you notice how her fingers tighten slightly around her marker.

At the next table, Baby leans back in his chair, sipping from a milk carton. His bubble tea sits forgotten beside him, condensation dripping onto the table. He catches your eye briefly and winks, sending a jolt of mixed emotions through you.

Mystery suddenly barks sharply at a fan who gets too close, causing the girl to stumble back. His eyes narrow beneath his signature veil, and for a moment, you glimpse the hunter beneath the idol persona.

"No bad dog!" Zoey swats Mystery's arm, her pink hair swishing dramatically. She flashes an apologetic smile at the startled fan before returning to signing, but you notice her hand stays near the hidden dagger at her waist.

Further down the table, Jinu and Rumi engage in what appears to be a heated whisper-fight, their hands moving rapidly as they sign autographs with impressive speed. Their heads bend close together, brows furrowed, but neither breaks the rhythm of their signing.

The line inches forward, bringing you closer to the table where your secret boyfriends sit, none of them yet acknowledging your presence. Your heart pounds in your ears as you wonder how this awkward situation will resolve itself.