being a teenage girl usually meant having mood swings here and there. being hyunmi meant having mood swings pretty often that resulted in terrible, unpredictable ( to everyone that wasn’t her ) weather. 

when she’d be with abi, it wouldn’t be so bad-- he made her happy quite a lot. but she’d have her off days where things irritated her to no end, and it would be an endless cycle of frustration. today was one of those days. luckily for them, she’d already calmed down and all she wanted was for him to do the same. 

❛   AM   I   THE   only   one   who   likes   to   watch   mukbang   videos   ?   because   lately,   it’s   all   i’ve   been   watching.   ❜   it’s   one   of   her   favorite   past   times   now   on   her   free   time,   waiting   for   dimitri   to   finish   cooking   dinner   or   when   she   has   nothing   else   to   do   at   home.   ❛   i   mean,   obviously,   i’m   not   the   only   one   since   they   have,   like,   a   million   views,   but   i   haven’t   met   anyone   in   person   who   likes   it   that   much   yet.   ❜

Kharon was holding two different jars of salsa when he heard some commotion. Making the other look up to see what was going on, though he knows that he should not do such a thing, knowing he would want to help. Also knowing that he probably shouldn’t, as he knew getting involved with certain things could lead to a shift in what was supposed to happen. The natural flow of life and death. At least that was what he believed. 

                   “.... huh.”

                 𝕆ℍ, ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼𝔻 𝕋ℍ𝔼 heat and its humidity. it made it hard to work when the sun was beating down on your head and back, and making you sweat in places a human being should never sweat. his legs were stretched out, ankles were crossed as he was sipping on the omija tea in his hand. his other hand was idly scrolling through his camera, eyes squinting as he tried to study through the blinding sun. dark brows furrowed as shade suddenly blocked his view. rosy lips let loose of the fat straw and jabby’s head snapped up, ‘ shit, ’ he choked in his native tongue. coughing, a slim hand patted at his chest. regaining his composure and whatever dignity he had left, he stared up at the person before him. ‘ yes? ’

               while minhyuk is official dad of their group, jingyi seems to be the unofficial one, taking care of the kids whenever minhyuk’s busy. tracking down friends outside of the invincibles has always been a challenge, but getting hold of this duri kid has been next to impossible. but he’s done it. ❝ hey, you’re duckie’s friend, right? ❞