Ssup, misty! Last night, the streets were quiet that night as Sihyeon, Minju, Liz, Woonhak, Ian, Jeemin, Sarang, Koko, Taesan, Yoonchae, and Hanjin walked together under the dim glow of streetlights. Their laughter filled the silence as they stopped by a few street food stalls, sharing skewers and warm tteokbokki while the city seemed half-asleep around them. As always, Jeemin and Sarang were always stick together every time.

Then came Heeseung, arriving last, still in his work clothes, a little exhausted but smiling as he handed them extra food without saying much. The others teased him for being late, but he only chuckled, his eyes gentle beneath the lights. And in that quiet corner of the city, surrounded by laughter and the scent of street food, they all knew—sometimes, peace doesn’t come from silence itself, but from the people who find you in it.

And last but not least, happiest monthsarry, Mistlesoir, our home that never lasts.

Before the day ends, just realized how fast everything’s been lately. Once again happy mensive & good night. 🤍

Good meowning, Misty! And, happy birthday to me xD

The afternoon glowed softly as Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung and Mistlesoir’s Heeseung walked through quiet streets, drawn to a small café where they shared desserts beneath warm light. Time felt slow and gentle, every moment brushed with calm. Later, they wandered to a park where a bridge arched over shimmering water; Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung posed for a photo, framed by the golden sky, while Mistlesoir’s Heeseung held the camera steady.

As they continued their walk, the light dimmed and laughter faded into peaceful silence. Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung quietly took a picture of Mistlesoir’s Heeseung, catching him in the soft glow of dusk. When evening finally settled, the world felt still—just two souls moving through a fleeting hour that felt infinite.