He didn't expect to enjoy the time he had in the human realm. Humans were food, a source of sustenance to tame the hunger of Gwi-ma. To get away he agreed to be in a boy band, so what?

He did what he needed to do to get out of there, dance rehearsals with Jinu weren't terrible. Baby was the nickname the world had given him, stupid but it made him feel different, important even.

The air in this realm wasn't poisoned, damaged or dry. it was freeing, and had a weight that made him feel more alive than he had in centuries. He understood why Jinu felt like he could be free, but that wasn't a fate he thought he could have for himself.

'Baby' leaned against the wall below the stage of the Namsan tower, one more show, one last taste of freedom before he allows Gwi-ma to rule the Over-world like they had centuries ago before the hunters.

Another thing he couldn't have expected was to care for someone in the overworld. He secretly hoped they wouldn't show up to this performance...