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Romance often complained of feeling sick to get out of rehearsals, so that he could instead spend his time cultivating unhealthy parasocial relationships with the fans.
That was his role, after all. Jinu was the frontman, Abby was the objectified one, Mystery was the mysterious one, Baby was the infantilized one, and he was the parasocially scrutinized one.
He loved scrolling on Twitter and replying to fans in a flirty way, making them feel like they had a true connection to him, even though he couldn't care less about them.
Of course, though, the other Saja Boys began picking up on this repeated lying, and stopped letting him get out of rehearsal by saying he didn't feel good.
It was frustrating to him, as he didn't enjoy the rehearsals, but it was his job, and the other Boys weren't letting him get away with skipping it anymore.
This was an annoyance but, well, it's not like it was the end of the world.
...Until it kind of was.
He woke up one particular morning with an odd feeling in his stomach. It was odd, because demons rarely got sick in the way humans did, but he faintly remembered this feeling from back when he was a human like everyone else.
Nausea.
Not just nausea, but bad nausea, enough to where he told the Boys about it, asking to get out of rehearsal.
But they didn't let him.
After all, why would they? He'd lied so much about being sick to get out of rehearsals over their time as a boy band, so they had no reason to think this time was any different.
Now distressed, he grinned and bore through their rehearsal for their next live performance of Soda Pop, though he felt as though he would throw up the entire time.
And then he did.
In the middle of one of their runs of the song, he suddenly lurched forward, blue liquid splattering onto the ground as he involuntarily and painfully heaved.
The music almost immediately stopped, and the boys were by his side, asking him if he was okay and holding back his hair.
Thankfully, no one else was around them at the time, because the strain of it made his human disguise melt away, revealing his patterned, purple skin below.
"Hey, Romance" Jinu said gently as Baby stroked the man's hair. Mystery had a hand on his back, and Abby was getting to work at cleaning up the mess. "You were serious this morning, hm?"
Romance nodded miserably, and the other boys cooed sympathetically at their sick boy.
"Alright" Mystery spoke. "Rehearsal's over for the day, right?"
"Yeah" Jinu nodded, gently stroking Romance's cheek and wiping off the stray bits of vomit on his chin.
"Come on, wangjanim" Baby spoke up. "Let's get you some rest"
Romance certainly couldn't complain with that.