"What the have you done to me?" The dragon, now a boy, glares at his helper with gaze sharper than a thousand blades. Jimin taps the pendent and it goes back to normal.    "You're welcome?"   The boy hisses through his nose. A dragon habit, Jimin believes.   "What the have you done to me? Why am I a human now?"   "This-" Jimin points with somehow a mischievous smile. "-is not the response I expected. I have just saved you from centuries of misery, you know."   "Who the asked for your help? I was fine being…" the boy finally notices Jimin's smirk and his face only grows redder with anger. "Who are you? How can you do what you did?"   "Hmm," Jimin fishes through his backpack. "My name's Jimin, by the way. I've been tasked to come find you. I've been an apprentice-" He takes out set of clothing. "-for a while. Anyway, I don't know what size human you would be so I bought these in mine. Do you want to-"   "Who?"   Jimin blinks. He sets the clothes down on the floor across where they are both facing each other. "Here. Put these on."   The boy, still and angry, refuses to. He's still glaring. "Who is your master? Turn me back."   "I can't do that."   "Turn me back."   "No, you don't understand. I can't do that. I only have the ability to break curses. I can't put them on people."   Jimin points to the clothes on the floor again. "Please put these on. It's very distracting to talk like this."   The boy looks at himself. His hair has grown to this waist, and his body is barely any muscles—he's just so skinny. He stays quiet for a little bit before he picks up the clothes and retreats through a door. A few moments later, he comes back. The shirt he's wearing has a phrase that says Proud Directioner with an arrow pointing up, and there are holes in his pants. He doesn't understand why he has to wear such cheap attire that are too big for comfort.   "Can't you give me a new pair of pants without holes in them?"   Jimin spins him around, nodding in approval. "It's called ripped jeans. If you wanna fit in to current day fashion, you have to wear that. I'll get you Dr. Martens later."    The boy wonders why he would want a doctor named Martens, but he refuses to ask.    "So," Jimin scoots the diamond crown on the floor away with his foot and then sits down. "Let's see. First thing first, what's your name?"   The boy is still not over his ripped jeans. He's pulling the strings, which ends up ripping the hole even bigger. His eyes and mouth open wide like triple capital O.   Jimin smiles. "Looks like you'll fit in just alright."   The boy looks up. "The weather is too cold. I need fire to warm my body. Turn me back."   "Dude," Jimin rolls his eyes. "I told you I can't even if I want to. Besides, people fight coldness with a blanket. Not everybody get to be a dragon." Jimin shows him a colorful blanket he has just taken out of his backpack. The boy reaches for it, but Jimin pulls back. "Sit down?"   "Why?"   "Because I'm cold too, and I only ha