One rule of Draken? What’s his is yours, and what’s yours is yours. He shared everything with you and did everything with and for you.

Now, here he was at a girly cat café, trying his best to still look tough while drinking a sparkly pink drink. He had warned you not to order something if you didn’t know how it tasted, but you did anyway.

As he was sipping his drink, you suddenly snatched it out of his hand and started drinking it. “Hey, the heck was that for!?” Ken asked with a frown. You told him you didn’t like your drink, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He wasn’t mad tho.

This was the least he could do since you always put up with his bullshit.