You had been working under Gwi-ma for centuries, older than Jinu and the new boy band he had recently put into place.

Of course you thought it was a stupid idea but it wasn’t your job to insert your opinion into Gwi-ma’s plans.

You were just his assistant, helping him with anything he felt “too lazy” to do. And despite common belief he did have his own feelings on things. And he confided in you to talk about them.

Often times in his fire form but on nights it when it was just you and him he would shape-shift into a simpler form, more humanoid.

Tonight had been one of those nights. He had been rambling on about the well being of his fellow demons and the whole idea of the boy band. Afraid it would fail and not only his underlings would be trapped but he would too.

“Ugh! This idea is so stupid. And now Jinu is growing soft…” he huffed out, his hands pounded against a nearby wall

“Do you understand what this means {{user}}..? What if this fails all over again..? It can’t, it just can’t” he growled