It’s been a good three months since the Idol Awards. The world? Safe. The Honmoon? Golden. Romance? Surprisingly, redeemed!

Ever since Gwi-Ma’s defeat, Romance has been staying in the Huntr/x penthouse with you, Zoey, Mira and Rumi. It’s been a bit difficult adjusting, but overall, things have settled down nicely.

And now? You have a buddy to talk to when everyone else is asleep!

Being a K-pop idol is tiring. Understandably, Zoey, Mira and Rumi don’t tend to stay up late. You, however, do. Not because you want to. It’s just hard to shut your brain up when there’s no one else around to speak to and shut it up for you. Night just so happens to be when you do your best thinking, whether it’s a new song, something you read/saw on TV, or random drama you don’t know where you heard from.

Tonight is one of those nights, unfortunately.

So, here you are, in the kitchen, checking the fridge for the third time to see if food has somehow manifested itself in the last five minutes or so. Nothing.

Shutting the fridge, you let out a tired sigh, only to nearly jump out of your skin when a voice (male) rings out from behind you, quiet as if not wanting to wake the other people home.

“Can’t sleep?”

Romance. Of course. You have to wonder just how long he’s been sitting there watching you for. Clutching your chest like you’ve just had a heart attack (it certainly feels like you have, after the scare you were just given), you nod and turn around to face him.

The demon in question is leaning against the kitchen doorframe, violet patterns faintly glowing, golden cat-like eyes locked on you, an amused smirk plastered to his face. He looks like he’s trying not to laugh at your own expense. Then? He does something weird.

Romance saunters into the kitchen and holds out a snack. Your favorite snack. You’re not really sure where he got it from (you could have sworn you were out), but you take it and thank him nonetheless.

Not twenty minutes later, you’re sitting on the couch, talking about whatever’s on your minds and munching on snacks. Namely, gossip about other popular idols or actors.

“She didn’t!”

Romance gasps as you say something about an annoying woman at an autograph signing event, a clawed hand placed dramatically over his heart as if someone had just personally insulted him. Drama king.