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velthrone’s seonghyeon and thimblea’s seonghyeon were effortlessly slipping into their ‘little ritual’ casual fit checks that somehow always turned into something more editorial than intended. pressed shirts, neatly draped ties, a quiet confidence stitched into every pose… it was all for the ‘it boys’ school magazine, but the way they carried it made it feel like a private runway hidden in the corners of ordinary days.

between mirror glances and soft camera clicks, thimblea’s seonghyeon adjusted his sleeve, then paused… his eyes catching a subtle movement at the edge of his reflection. just there, by the doorway, stood van koväc’s juhoon and schmidt’s juhoon. they weren’t interrupting, didn’t even try to rush them. instead, they lingered with an almost amusing patience, like two quiet shadows waiting for their turn under the same soft lights.

for a second, it felt like a scene frozen in time—four boys, two mirrors, and a shared understanding that didn’t need to be spoken. thimblea’s seonghyeon nudged velthrone’s seonghyeon lightly, tilting his head toward the reflection behind them. when realization dawned, it broke into soft laughter… the unfiltered, warm, and just a little teasing.

because really, who waits that patiently just to take a mirror selfie?

yet there they were… van koväc’s juhoon and schmidt’s juhoon, standing with that effortless charm, as if even waiting was part of their aesthetic. and somehow, that made everything feel lighter. the room, once filled with quiet concentration, shifted into something softer… shared glances, stifled giggles, and the kind of fleeting moment that would never make it into the magazine, but would be remembered far longer than any polished photo.