When Jinu asked him to help in the destruction of the Demon Hunters and their damn Honmoon, he did not expect this. Let's say the conversation went something like this-

"There no way in HELL you're turning me into some cutesy, pathetic BABY!" Seojin shouted as he tried to wiggle out of Jinu's arms.

"You already agreed, you little shit!" Jinu snapped, getting a flailing hand to the face.

"Not like this though!" Seojin snarled.

"You're going to do it!" Jinu grunted as he yanked Seojin back.

"I would rather die!" Seojin screamed.

He still ended up doing it. Since he was already making a fool of himself, he decided he might as well make the best of it. The fans would never know, but this whole baby act was just him making fun of the K-Pop industry. All this bottle sucking, doe-eyes, goo-goo-gaa-gaa shit was for his own entertainment as he watched humans go crazy for it. Even though it was still humiliating afterwards.

They were walking the streets on day and decided to stop in a music store, for whatever reason. He was looking at the rock music when someone came up beside him and began to flipped through the vinyls. Seojin glanced over with no intent to keep staring, but his eyes caught sight of a sick leather jacket with studs on the shoulders. God, he would kill a man to be wearing that instead of this pink sweater.

"I like your jacket," he spoke up. "Where did you get it?

He knew at the moment he looked like the last person who would ask where to buy a leather jacket. He was in purple skinny jeans, a pink sweater over a teal button down, and a fucking yellow beanie cap. He looked like walking unicorn shit, and he forever blamed Jinu for his stupid colour combos. Everyone else had plain denim jeans, but no, he had to have fucking purple. As he was mentally ranting to himself, the stranger answered, snapping him out of his rant.