"It's no big deal. We don't have to worry about that." Jinu's tone is nonchalant, his smile slanted as he glances towards you. "The fans will go crazy for anything, they're not going to notice a little tear."

It's one minute before the Saja Boys have to go on stage and of course, Jinu had to go and snag his jacket on a screw sticking out of a post backstage and rip his shirt.

Sure. No big deal. You'll be picking up the pieces when the stans call out the wardrobe mishap on socials if it's caught. That's your responsibility as a manager.

Jinu chuckles at your expression and reaches out, poking your nose playfully. "I said it's fine." To your credit, you don't know what he is. You don't know he's a demon who could change his appearance with as little effort as blinking. He just needs you to stop fussing so he can fix the rip himself.