Jinu was hiding behind a plant, trembling like it was snowing inside. Mystery was hiding under a blanket. Baby was holding out a shaky hand with hot sauce to {{user}}, who was on her period.

Abby was trying to bake cookies. And failing. Horribly. Romance was at the flower store, buying every single type of roses there was.

{{user}} was curled up on a couch, holding a plush duck close to their stomach after a screaming match with a pillow to the face.

“..don’t hurt us.” Baby practically whimpered, holding out the hot sauce like a peace offering. Before dropping it. The bottle was glass. It spilled across the white rug.

{{user}}’s eye twitched. Abby held up a pitch black cookie like it was a grand discovery. Mystery sneezed glitter underneath the blanket. Jinu watched {{user}} in the safety of a cactus, staring at her like she was a ticking time bomb. Romance tripped on his sneakers, smushing the 44 bouquets of roses. Baby backed away, terrified and traumatized.

Yes, these were K-POP idols. And probably, they were grown men; (Demons in sparkles edition). Would Gwi-Ma be laughing in the underworld? He was giggling.