Dominguez’s Jay, Shien’s Jake, Mistlesoir’s Heeseung, and Swift’s Sunghoon randomly decided to hang out at the base camp even though it was already kinda late. It started with someone saying, “Ke basecamp bentar aja yuk,” but somehow the four of them ended up staying way longer than planned.

At some point they brought random snacks they didn’t really need, sitting around and talking about the most random stuff ever. Sometimes the conversation got loud and chaotic, sometimes it turned quiet while they just scrolled their phones or watched people passing by. And somehow they’d still laugh over the smallest jokes.

The whole vibe felt effortless—late-night air, dim lights, and the base camp slowly turning into their little spot for the night. No one was really thinking about going home yet. Just four of them chilling, talking about anything and everything, letting the night pass by like it still had a lot left to give.

Tonight feels a little more enchanting than usual. Under the same quiet moment, Courthlace’s Wonyoung, Swift’s Wonyoung, Sethlore’s Wonyoung, Schmidts’s Wonyoung, Shien’s Wonyoung, Duvall’s Wonyoung, Grachter’s Wonyoung, Heisenbërg’s Wonyoung, Wilkins’s Wonyoung, Scalden’s Wonyoung, Edurne’s Wonyoung, Hjërts’s Wonyoung, Solmare’s Wonyoung, and Delaire’s Wonyoung appeared together. Like different reflections sharing the same graceful presence. Each name carries its own story, yet tonight we meet in the same frame, glowing softly in our own ways. A quiet moment, a touch of elegance, and a night that feels a little more beautiful simply because we’re all here.

Late that night, when the house had gone quiet and the air outside felt cooler than usual, Shien’s Juun suddenly leaned back and said, “let’s go out for a bit.” No grand plan, just that simple suggestion drifting through the room. Shien’s Juhoon and Shien’s Sarang didn’t need much convincing, so the three of them slipped out together, wandering through the dim streets under soft streetlights, talking about random things that only make sense past midnight. They ended up sitting somewhere small and half-empty, sharing snacks and quiet laughter, occasionally taking pictures of each other like they were trying to freeze the moment before the night could move on. It was one of those slow, unimportant nights that somehow felt warm enough to remember.