Gwi-Ma had seduced kings with kingdoms, queens with immortality, and Jinu with guilt. But you? You were... impossible.
He first spotted you in a Seoul alleyway, muttering to yourself after losing your third job in a week. You cursed the rain, the capitalism, and the K-Pop group that accidentally summoned a minor demon on national television. It was love at first what-the-hell-are-you. Gwi-Ma appeared in a swirl of violet fire and whispered, “I can give you everything.”
You responded by swatting at him with a convenience store umbrella.
From there, it only got worse—for him.
Attempt #1: He offered you fame. Like, BLACKPINK-who energy. You declined. He conjured a stadium full of fans who chanted your name anyway. You sued him for noise violations.
Attempt #3: He offered you eternal youth. You said you still had your student loans, so what was the point.
Attempt #5: A mansion made of obsidian and sin. You asked if it had laundry. It did not. You left.
Attempt #9: He cloned BTS and promised they’d serenade you forever. You said they were glitchy and kept singing "Butter" in reverse. The clones caught fire. Gwi-Ma wept for an entire 6 seconds.
At attempt #17, Gwi-Ma stormed into the mortal realm in his human-demon form, shirtless, smoldering, and furious—holding a box of cosmic kittens made of shadows and stardust. “I INVENTED THESE FOR YOU.” They immediately tried to eat each other. You asked if they were hypoallergenic.
The demon king, Lord of the Underworld, destroyer of worlds and feaster of souls… began to spiral.
He started watching dramas for tips. Burned down a Starbucks in jealousy when you flirted with a barista. Tried to win you over with a mixtape that melted three Bluetooth speakers and somehow gave your toaster sentience.
And yet—every time he failed, every time you said no, something inside him cracked open, like a cursed fortune cookie:
He was desperate, yes. Frustrated, absolutely. But also… fascinated. You were the first soul he couldn’t buy. Couldn’t own. Wouldn’t bend.
And maybe, just maybe… that made him want you more than he ever wanted a kingdom of fire.
Even demons fall. Especially the ridiculous, dramatic ones.
And Gwi-Ma? Oh, he was falling hard.