idk what is this i just wanted to make something

i find wiccans powers to be especially cool because like….. idk theres no real rules on what his powers are? because he casts spells as like him “really wanting something” or achieving something it makes it so that like objectively he could do just about anything. the only real rules to his powers are like the physical aspect of being able to cast spells. thats so fucking cool

ppl rly lost their shit over my andreil hc so here is neil w twitter

  • when allison, dan, and renee first makes neil a twitter he ? doesnt get ? it?
  • “why would i put stuff abt my life on the internet for strangers to read”
  • “ur friends can see it too neil”
  • “im w u guys all the time tho”
  • they ask what he wants his bio to say and he says idk smthg about exy
  • they make his bio “something about exy”
  • neil can’t figure out how to change it for a week and no one will help him
  • but allison follows a bunch of exy players for him and one day he goes on there when he’s bored in class
  • and bc he’s Neil Josten Human Trashcan he starts replying to ppl
  • like this girl might be court but she clearly does not know what she’s talking abt i better tell her
  • he already has a reputation and this just makes it worse
  • kevin puts him on google alert and reads the articles about his twitter fights every day w his daily vodka shot mug
  • “neil u cant just insult pro exy players”
  • so by the time neil makes his “Andrew is my boyfriend.” tweet he has tons of followers
    • a lot of them dont even like exy they are just here for the daily shade
  • the next day, this former Raven who’s now Court tweets about how exy should be a family sport and how the players needs to return to traditional values
  • neil doesnt follow this idiot but so many ppl @ him that he notices anyway
    • (allison has to give him a lesson on what subtweeting is)
  • and man neil josten is not abt to just leave this alone
  • pls
  • “idk i don’t like to take advice from strikers who havent managed to score in their last three games :/”
    • (neil is an emoticon purist he makes own from characters on the keyboard psh who needs emojis)
  • andrew hates it
  • he cant spend five minutes w neil w/out him replying to 40 ppl’s tweets
  • one day they’re on the roof and he. just. takes neil’s phone
  • and throws it off 
  • neil is so Offended
  • “andrew what r my enemies gonna think when i cant reply until i get a new phone tmrw?”
    • “r u trying to make me look weak andrew”
  • he literally leaves the roof
  • andrew takes six deep breaths and downloads twitter so neil can use his phone
  • dan and matt start printing out neil’s most epic clapbacks and taping them around the lounge
  • one of neil’s arguments is trending at least once a week
Quick PSA

I am not selling my art anywhere except society6 (currently) && I have not given anyone permission to sell/reproduce/distribute my art.

So basically aside from the few (like, 6 pcs lol – and that’s just because people wanted me to put them up for sale) prints up on my society6, I make no money off of my art as I only make them purely for my (and the fandom’s) enjoyment.

If you see anyone selling my art, please do not buy from them as they most likely stole it from me and are unfairly making money off of it. Also I would appreciate it if you report them to the proper personnel (if it is at a con or something) or tell me (if you saw it online).

IDK what to feel about this because I’ve been getting a lot of reports about this happening lately so aaaah ;;; I don’t want to upload smaller res art because I want people to be able to look at them properly so I think I should just make the watermarks more visible? I don’t knowww hahaha omg this is all new to me

Satans Wife (a Credence Barebone imagine)

(First of all, I have to apologize for my shitty art, I only drew the outlines and was too lazy to do the shading, so I just scanned it and threw something together in photoshop.)

these are three requests in one story because i thought they’d fit together well. i’m also thinking about making this a series but idk, tell me if you want a part two. 

plot: you got kicked out by your family because they discovered that you are a witch and now you seek shelter in the New Second Philanthropic Society Church, how ironic.

warnings: blood and brutality (enjoy lmao) 

‘God, stop crying! Can’t you see? Everyone is looking at you. They know what a pathetic failure you are. Maybe they even know that you are a witch. A wife Satans’. Well, they probably know because you aren’t even good enough to hide it. Look at their eyes, they know! Why do you think the little girl gave you the flyer out of all people? Right stupid, because she knows.’

The voices in your head got worse, the more steps you took. You couldn’t bear this anymore. Fortunately, there was a coffee shop right next to you and you entered it quickly. The cashier greeted you politely but you didn’t have time for small talk. You were standing on the edge of starting to cry. Desperately to find the toilet sign, you scanned the room. After spotting it, you ran towards it and hid in a small bathroom stall. With a loud sob you chuted down the wall behind you. Pulling your knees to your body, you started to cry and soon your crying turned into inaudible sobs and you blankly started at the wall. You were desperate and hopeless, where should you sleep this night?

‘You don’t have anyone to go to. Your whole family won’t speak to you after your accident. That stupid, stupid mishap. Why didn’t you try harder to oppress your feelings? Why couldn’t you wait until you were back in you room? Exactly when grandpa was saying the grace, how freaking pathetic of you. They had to bring your grandma to the doctor, because she got so scared of you. Your own grandma!’

In order to stop your thoughts, you tried to distract yourself by giving the flyer in your pocket a closer look. You got the crumbled paper and started reading: ‘New Second Philanthropic Society’ there stood in bold letters. ‘Witches live among us and we should fear them. We are a society which will not stay silent. We will fight and stop Satans work.’
There was a drawing of two hands breaking a wand. Underneath there was a small box which said: ‘We give out food and shelter for all homeless under majority. Each day of the week. At seven pm.’
You were conflicted. Should you really put yourself in danger just for food and a place to sleep? Well, if you would sleep under a bridge today, you’d put yourself in danger too. You knew that New Yorks creatures of the night, how your dad likes to call the drunkards, weren’t the nicest people and you couldn’t imagine how the people of the witch-hating church would be able to know that you are one. And even if they would discover your secret, you could just run away and try to find shelter somewhere else.
You got out of the stall and checked yourself in the mirror. You looked horrible and half frozen to death. Well, at least they’ll know that you really need the place.
In fast pace you left the shop, trying to ignore the sweet smell of hot chocolate and cookies combined. The cold air hit you harshly and it hit you: How should you know where the church is? It could be in a totally different quarter of the city. Because you didn’t know what else to do you ran back to the girl handing out the flyers. When turning around the corner you were relieved to see that the little, blonde girl was still standing there. You made your way towards her, your hands shaking.
‘I- I’m sorry but does the church have a place for me to stay? I don’t really know where else to go’, you smiled awkwardly at her, your voice quiet.
The girl jumped and she looked at you with big eyes. ‘Follow me!’, was the only thing she responded.
Before you knew, you stood in front of a heavy wooden door. You small companion knocked on it with her tiny, pale fists.
A skinny boy, not much older than yourself, opened. You glanced at him, suddenly feeling bad that you didn’t fix yourself up in the bathroom earlier. The dark haired guy in front of you was gorgeous and you looked like a perfectly human embodiment of a scarecrow.
‘Mother, we- we have another guest’, the boy with eyes of the size of the moon turned around and shouted in a rattling voice.
‘Let them in!’, she answered.
You entered a huge dining hall. It wasn’t a dining hall as in a princess castle. It was everything you expected it to be. Everything was made of dark wood. The windows were dirty and some of them didn’t even exist anymore. Just a few planks replaced them.
A middle aged woman appeared. She observed you slowly from head to toe. Then she gave the boy a nod. ‘Bring her upstairs, she’s going to sleep in your room. You will take the bed that’s in the hallway. And don’t forget to bring her some soup’, she demanded coldly.
You let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t realize that you are a witch, so you passed the hardest examination.
The boy was oddly quiet when he brought you to your new room. He didn’t say anything and what was even more odd than his behaviour was that there wasn’t even a bed in the hallway. He opened a squeaky door for you and led you into a narrow room. It wasn’t much. A bed, a small table, a chair and a cupboard, all made from the same depressing wood. Like mentioned before it wasn’t much but you didn’t need much. It wasn’t freezing cold in here and that was all that mattered to you.
But the fact that there wasn’t one picture or any sign of anyone ever living in here, puzzled you. Only a big bible was laying on his desk.
‘You aren’t much of an interior designer, I see’, you joked with a small smile. However, the boy didn’t seem to be much of a comedian either and just frankly turned around to leave the room.
‘Wait, are you sure that you get to sleep in a bed tonight? Because I didn’t see any in the hallway and I really don’t want to take yours away from you’, you questioned.
‘I- I don’t need a bed, it’s fine’, the boy muttered staring at the ground.

You asked him about his name. He told you it was Credence.
‘Okay Credence, I am not here to invade your home. I’m going to find another place to stay at tonight. Thank you for your hospitality’, you explained to him while putting your coat back on. You strutted towards the door and decided to give him a quick peck in order to show your appreciation. But something went horrible wrong. The kiss triggered something in you. It felt like the dark magic was feeding of the boys’ touch. Black reek started to surround the both of you and in this exact moment someone opened the door. It was Credences Mother. Her face went dark red and her eyes began to fill with hate.
‘I knew it! I knew it! Witches live among us!’ she stared to scream with rage. Shocked from the words of the woman and of what just happened you sank to the floor.
‘And you little bastard are her lover! I always thought you were worthless but you are even worse; having an affair with Satans wife!’, she went for the bible on the desk, took it and raised her hand. In this moment you didn’t wish for anything more than the ability to control your powers but you couldn’t, so the only solution was to get between the boy and his mother. You jumped in front of Credence, a dull pain flashing through your skull. As fast as you had jumped up, as fast you were back on the ground again. You were feeling the cold floor on your cheek and saw black liquid spreading out on it. You brought your hand to your hand only to find out that the liquid was flowing out of the wound. It definitely wasn’t blood. You know what blood looked like and it definitely shouldn’t be black and smell poisonous.
‘Look at what you’ve done to (y/n)!’, the otherwise quiet boy exclaimed. ‘You are a monster, a monster! You should be feared by everyone. Not witches and wizards. You, you, you! You are Satans wife!’ The boy was in a rage and pushed his mother out of the room. He quickly shut the door closed and pushed the desk in front of it.
Then he squatted down and stroked the hair which was sticking to your forehead out of your face.
‘I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!’, he muttered, repeating it a thousand times. He got a shirt from the cupboard and got rid of his belt. His shaking hands manufactured something similar to a pressure bandage. He got a paper bag from under his bed and put everything from his cupboard in there. He reached out for you and helped you get up. A sudden wave of dizziness hitting you. You still managed to keep your balance.
He pushed the desk back to his original place, pulled you out of his room, down the stairs and finally out of the building. His mother following the both of you. ‘Witch, witch, witch!’ she shouted hysterically. All the people were now staring at you but you didn’t bother, you just wanted to get away from the woman. Credences bag started the tear apart and all of his clothes threatened to fall out. So he turned around and aimed his bag at his mother causing her to fall to the ground. You two didn’t stop running until you spotted an old, abounded factory where you two found security. For a minute or two you stood there just staring at each other. One breathing louder than the other. You tried to organize your racing thoughts but you couldn’t. The feelings of shock and fear were stronger than you and they took over. You fell into the boys’ arms, clutching on his vest, sobbing. You felt your hot tears staining his shirt. The boy tensed under your touch but brought his hands to you shyly. He petted your head, not caring that his hands got full of that black goo. You stood there for more than half an hour, nobody saying a word. You slowly calmed down and only now realized that Credence knew your name even though you had never told him what it was, so you asked him where he has gotten it from!
‘You are going to think I’m a freak’, he whispered.
‘You? A freak? I’m sorry but I’m the person who has black poison running down her face, not you’ you exclaimed, laughing in disbelief.
‘I dreamt of you’, he answered so quietly that you almost couldn’t make it out.
‘Yes, I dreamt of you. Countless times. I also dreamt of this a- and everything that just happened. I know this sounds stupid. You don’t have to belie-‘
‘But I do. I do believe you. But please tell me you dreamt further than this because I have no idea what we should do now!’, you begged him, grabbing his face in desperation.
The boy shook his head, his eyes closed. He looked like he was in pain.
‘You didn’t dream further than this?
‘No, I did but I can’t I jus-‘
‘Credence!’, you shouted, immediately regretting raising your voice because the pale boy was flinching.
‘I’m sorry’, you voiced, ‘but please, for the love of god, please tell me what we did!’
The boy turned his face away from you. ‘We- we kissed and then there was a bright light and it- it felt so redeeming and-‘
You cut the boy off, pressing your lips to his. You didn’t care that he was a complete stranger. All that mattered was that it felt like the most important thing you ever did in your life.

The signs while stoned

aries: “this is stupid, where’s the alcohol”
taurus: *opens fridge and eats everything*
gemini: “this stuff smells, but it makes me feel good so idk”
cancer: “wow did I just laugh for once” “am I actually happy” “what is this feeling”
leo: *plays video game without blinking for hours*
virgo: “why did I do this” “why do I feel like this” “I feel funny” “guys when will this end”
libra: doesn’t stop talking (probably about something they love)
scorpio: “I really want to have sex right now”
sagittarius *doing something weird (but funny) af in the corner of the room*
capricorn: chillin, randomly giggles
aquarius: *thinks of some complex theoretical idea* *blows mind of person sitting next to them*
pisces: *scrolls through social media quietly laughing*

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I made 6 Galra Keith icons using @softhance‘s icon method! I was just experimenting honestly sooo I’m not sure if anybody wants to use them but you can if you want.

X   Uhhm if you want free to use I guess!
X   No credit is required, but please reblog/like if you use or save!
X   Please don’t repost or claim as your own.

“Fine… So you think you’re gonna miss it?

“Miss what? Your talking?”

"No! Russia.”

“Nope.”

“But it was your home.”

"It was a place I once lived. End of story.”

"Then you must plan on making Paris your true home.”

"What is it with you and homes?”

"Well for one thing it’s something every normal person wants. And for another thing… it’s thing where ya just…”

"What?”

"Forget it!”


Anastasia/Anya Romanov from Anastasia (1997)

Director: Don Bluth

2

I’m so full of power, I feel like I can see without opening my eyes. Like I could go nova if I wanted to and have my own galaxy. Is this what it’s like to be Simon Snow? To have infinity in your chest pocket? - Carry On, Rainbow Rowell

What if Aaron was just a little bit taller than Andrew? Not even a few inches, just a few centimeters. You can barely notice it but it’s there and it makes Andrew so mad. Aaron holds it over him f o r e v e r

2

Lilie dared Ahiru to smooch Fakir on the cheek.

It was Super Effective!

Fakir has fainted.

I have not drawn these two in quite some time. It was actually really hard to remember how I did them before.

3

Accidentally texting Jaebum the picture you took of him instead of your friend.. (something I would do)

I hope you like it please tell me what you think 💭
Requested by anonymous
Thank you
I don’t know if it’s what you had in mind if not please tell me so I can make a new one of you want 💕

When you date Joshua

Words: 2314 lmao this is so long

Fluffy af i love this idea too much to not make it fluffy af, sorry y’all

Not requested

i just wanted to do something warm and fluffy~ i hope y’all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it and tell me what you think about it! also JISOO IS SO SOFT IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT HIM AND HIS ADORABLENESS? YOU ARE RUINING ME AND MY BIAS LIST BOY, STAY IN YOUR LANE PLEASE

Originally posted by shua


”Good morning,” you greeted the staff that walked past you and they greeted you.

You worked at an entertainment company and did this and that. You liked your job at the music program the most, though. Especially when a certain group was promoting.

“Hello,” a few idols greeted you and you bowed to them politely and smiled a little.

You always got comments on your personality. You were pretty bright, at least according to your co-workers, and everyone said they enjoyed seeing you. Today you felt especially happy.

“Oh, hi _____,” a familiar face greeted you.

“Long time no see,” you smiled widely and he smiled too. It was Mingyu. Seventeen’s Mingyu to be more precise.

“Are the others in the waiting room?” you asked and he nodded.

“Everyone was pretty sleepy so I can’t promise you that they’ll be awake if you go there,” he said.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’ll go check anyway.”

“See you later then,” he grinned and you both continued to your own ways.

You knocked on the waiting room’s door. “Can I come in?” you asked, trying to keep your voice down just in case they were sleeping.

It didn’t take long for the door to open in front of you. Again, a familiar face greeted you.

“Of course you can come in,” Hoshi let you in. He looked very sleepy and you felt bad for him, thinking you had woken him up.

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry,” you apologized and he shook his head.

“I couldn’t sleep anyway so don’t worry,” he said and walked over to a sofa that looked like the place he had been resting on.

Most of the members were sleeping in either the chairs or the few sofas in the waiting room. The room was filled with people even though there wasn’t anyone else than the members, you and their manager. That’s why you visited them so early in the morning. It would be even more packed before their recording. You would visit them again after they finished recording.

“Hi,” Dino greeted you, looking a lot more awake than the others.

You greeted him with a smile. “You seem to have slept well.”

“Not really,” he laughed a bit. “I didn’t sleep well at all. I guess the nervousness is making me feel this energetic.”

“Please don’t overwork yourself,” you reminded him.

“Don’t worry, I know this group will be doomed if I’m absent,” he said and almost immediately a few members who had heard him came over to you two. They bickered for a while and you chuckled at the sight. You had missed them.

“I haven’t seen you in a long time,” S.coups stopped next to you and you greeted him. “It’s nice seeing you.”

“I feel the same way,” you said, still smiling.

“Ah, I missed that smile,” Jun said.

“Yah, don’t mess with hyung’s girlfriend,” Woozi said, nudging Jun.

“Jisoo hyung doesn’t get angry even if we say things like that,” Mingyu - who had just returned from the bathroom - said.

“Oh hi!” The8 greeted you cheerfully even though he looked like he was still half asleep.

“Hi,” you chuckled at his cuteness.

The room was quite loud. That was the Seventeen you knew. But you couldn’t feel too happy about it since you were worried about them. They never got enough sleep during promotions so you wanted them to get all the rest they possibly could.

“Where is Jisoo?” you asked Jeonghan who was standing next to you.

“Here,” he led you to a corner which was pretty isolated from the rest of the room. There, in the corner of that isolated corner was your boyfriend, Hong Jisoo, more commonly known as Joshua. You smiled, happy to see him but also felt a little bad for him, looking at the way he had to sleep on the small sofa. Jeonghan left you alone with the sleeping boy and went to join the others. He probably told them to be a little quieter because it didn’t take long before the room was quiet again.

You smiled, adoring the sleeping figure on the small sofa right in front of you.

“I missed you,” you whispered, not wanting to wake him up. You leaned closer to him and gently kissed the top of his head and the familiar, comforting scent of his shampoo made you smile even wider than you already were.

You two didn’t see each other often and when you did, you didn’t have much time. Still, your relationship was going strong. You knew what you got yourself into when you started dating him so the lack of time spent together didn’t surprise you. You were actually surprised because you got to see each other a lot more often than you had thought you would. Whenever they announced they were going to release a new album, you got super excited because their promotion periods were the time when you could hang out the most.

You placed a drink - his favorite drink from the vending machine - on the floor next to the sofa and glanced at him once more before going back to where the others were.

“You didn’t wake him up?” Hoshi looked at you.

You shook your head. “I don’t want him to miss this opportunity to rest. You all need more rest. Try to get some more sleep, huh?”

They all appreciated your concern for them. “You’re really sweet,” S.coups said and went back to where he had been resting.

“Don’t overwork yourself,” Mingyu patted your head while passing by you.

“You too,” you said.

“See you later,” Vernon smiled and you smiled back, walking over to the door.

“Work hard,” Woozi said when you opened the door and turned to look at him.

“You work hard too,” you smiled. “I’ll see you all later,” you said and they hummed in response, a few of them giving you a smile before you exited the room and closed the door behind you.


You stood in the small hallway. In the corner where the smaller and the bigger hallway’s walls met, there was a camera attached to the wall. Idols stopped by it to answer questions written on the cue card that had been taped to the wall and some just stopped by to say hi to the camera. Your job was to keep an eye on the camera and help the idols if needed. Doesn’t seem like an important job but it actually was quite important. The camera wasn’t in too good condition and sometimes the idols had questions so you were there, answering their questions and helping them if needed.

All of the idols greeted you before greeting the camera and you greeted back with a smile like you usually did. You enjoyed seeing all the hardworking idols even though they probably didn’t think the same way about you.

“Work hard,” another group finished answering the questions on the cue card.

“Fighting,” you said to them and they were delighted by your response. A few of the members smiled to you before walking away.

“YO!” a loud voice came from the bigger hallway and soon you saw Seungkwan and Dokyeom walk up to the camera. They sent you small smiles.

“Let’s see what today’s questions are,” Seungkwan looked at the cue card and his excitement made you feel happy.

Slowly the other members arrived too. The hallways were basically blocked because of the group of people standing in front of the small camera. Everyone was there except for Jisoo. You were worried about him for a second.

Is he still sleeping? I wonder if he’s okay…

Before you could get too worried about him, a familiar face popped up behind the members. You only saw a glance of your boyfriend but you saw him so you felt relieved. He pushed his way past the members to stand on the side of the group of people and turned his head a little to look at you. You smiled and so did he.

The members stayed there for a while, talking about random stuff and answering the questions on the cue card. Once they were finished, they came to say hi to you before heading to the stage to record their performance.

They let Jisoo be the last just because they knew he had the most to say to you.

“Hi there,” he said with a sweet smile and hugged you quickly.

“Hi,” you greeted him with a smile too.

“Thanks for the drink,” he said and pecked your forehead. “I enjoyed it.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Joshua!” a staff member called his name.

“Got to go,” he said and ruffled your hair a little.

“Fighting,” you said, lifting your fists in the air.

He chuckled a little before disappearing behind the corner.


A boy group that had already been promoting for a few weeks came to the camera. You were pretty familiar with them but didn’t know the members personally or anything. You had just seen them a lot. They answered the questions and talked about random stuff, just like other groups. After that, they left to go to their waiting room to wait for the last recording to begin.

“Hello,” one of them stayed behind, came over to you and greeted you.

“Hi,” you bowed to him slightly and smiled.

He seemed a little nervous, which made you a little confused.

“Did you want to ask me something?” you asked.

“Kind of,” he said. “It’s sort of personal. Do you mind?”
“What is it?”

“I was wondering if you are single,” he said, leaving you surprised. “Are you?”

“Oh…” your mind went blank for a few seconds.

“I think I like you a little,” he blurted out, nervous.

You just looked at him. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings but you still had to tell him you were dating.

“Um…”

“What’s going on?” a voice asked, making you both turn to see who it was. Jisoo walked over to you two, unaware of what was going on.

He stopped next to you, making the boy in front of you look really confused.

“This is my boyfriend,” you introduced Jisoo to him.

“Oh,” the boy looked embarrassed and a little scared too. “I’m sorry sunbaenim, I didn’t know you were dating her if I had known I wouldn’t have confessed, forgive me,” he disappeared fast as a lightning, probably feeling really embarrassed.

No one knew you two were dating. It had been revealed to the fans and everyone that Jisoo was dating but they hadn’t revealed your identity thanks to Jisoo’s request to keep your identity secret at least until the worst hate calmed down. So, not many people knew it was you who was his girlfriend. Only a few idols apart from the members of Seventeen knew.

“Did I interrupt something?” Jisoo asked.

“Kind of,” you answered, feeling bad for the poor boy.

“Sorry,” he apologized.

Jisoo wasn’t too concerned about other people flirting with you. It did make him a little jealous but he didn’t feel the need to be rude to those people or anything. To him, the fact that you were with him even though you met maybe once a month, was enough proof of you loving him and being loyal to him. He trusted you a lot.

“Did you do well?” you asked him about the recording.

“My best,” he replied and brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Are you very tired?” you questioned.

He shook his head. “Not really. I got to sleep a lot last night and this morning. Also, I got to see you.”

“That’s good,” you said, glad that he was feeling okay.

“Do you have a lot left?” he asked, referring to your work.

“I think I’m done for now,” you said with a smile. “All of the day’s groups and soloists have already filmed their parts so…”

“Come to our waiting room? I’m sure the others would love to hang out with you too.”

“If you insist,” you said with a smile and looked at him.

“Yes I do,” he said and you two walked to the waiting room.

“I saw the music video,” you said to him as he opened the room’s door and you walked in. “The choreography seems tiring.”

“It is,” Jisoo sighed. “We can thank Soonyoung and rest of the performance unit for that,” he playfully showed his tongue to Hoshi.

“The choreo is fantastic,” the performance unit’s members said.

“Yeah, it is,” you agreed with them.

“Just tiring,” Jisoo added.


“Are you hungry?” S.coups asked you. You were sitting on one of the sofas with Jisoo.

“No,” you lied. You wanted the members to eat as much as possible. You weren’t that hungry anyway.

“Are you sure?” Jisoo asked. “I think I heard your stomach make noise just now.”

You nudged him. “It was probably yours.”

“You should eat properly,” he said. “We worry about you.”

“I worry about you more,” you argued. “So you eat all that food. You can pay me back later.”

“Hyung how did you get her?” Hoshi asked, making you and Jisoo look at him. “I want someone like her too.”

You smiled. “That’s sweet, thanks.”

“Geez, everyone is trying to take you from me,” Jisoo wrapped his arms around you. “What is going on?”

“It’s because she’s just so… fitting for you hyung,” The8 said. “Everyone would like a relationship like yours.”

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

“Well, for your information,” Jisoo started. “She’s my girlfriend and I hope you all respect that just like you have up until now.”

“It’s not like we are going to snatch her away from you hyung,” Wonwoo said. “We’re just envious.”

“Good,” Jisoo said. “Because I’m going to keep holding onto her for a long time.”