That afternoon, the Ostendl house was filled with laughter as the family gathered for their monthly get-together. The Arisan was lead by Ostendl’s Rei and Greesacht’s Eunchae, who made sure everything ran warmly & smoothly. The teens each had their own little roles: Ostendl's Seonghyeon kept the mood lively as the MC, while Ostendl’s Jeemin captured every moment on camera and Ostendl's Anton strummed his guitar in between. Wendissel's Ahyeon and Courthlace’s Leean brightened the room with decorations.
Swift's Minji & Eyre's Yihyun brought everyone together with fun games. Berthouven’s Minju wrote down the day’s highlights like a family journal, while Greesacht’s Jeemin organized the prizes. Lamercy’s Eunchae kept the arisan list and money in order, as Chyson’s Leean helped in the kitchen. Later, the room turned into a small concert with Leclair's Ningning, Leclair's Eunjung, Hjert's Leesol, Chyson's Mabelz leading the karaoke. Meanwhile, Zachruelle's Stella quietly made sure everyone had cool drinks there. 👀🤎

adek 🥺 gakko 🥺 dulu 🥺 ya 🥺 ><

Today beneath the shimmer of stage lights, two stars step forward as if summoned by fate. Lorth’s Zhang Hao, serene as moonlit waters, speaks with a quiet grace that feels like a secret whispered to the night. Wendissle’s Hanbin, warm as a rising flame, lets his words bloom like dawn breaking through the horizon. Together, they are more than MCs—they are twin constellations, guiding every gaze, every heart, with a rhythm both gentle and eternal. The air bends to their harmony, and the stage becomes a sacred place where time pauses, where voices turn into spells, and where Lorth’s Zhang Hao and Wendissle’s Hanbin write poetry in the silence between breaths

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ㅤThe afternoon stretched gently, golden light spilling over the streets. Wendissle’s Sarang spotted a small ice cream stand, her smile blooming as she pointed at the flavors. Douche’s Ye-on leaned over, saying she’d only pick the “prettiest color,” making everyone laugh.

Ahead, Ostendl’s Anton balanced her cone with careful hands, ice cream melting too fast. Laire’s Baekseung teased her, holding his cup high like a trophy, squinting at the sun with that half-annoyed, half-charming face only he could pull off.

Wendissle’s Doyoung walked slowly, hoodie up, nibbling vanilla while the city noise folded softly around him. Behind, Lorth’s Yunah pulled her cap low, leaning on the wall with her strawberry cone, looking effortlessly cool in plaid.

And Laire’s Wonyoung, sipping his green drink between bites of cone, his bag swinging with a plush doll catching the sun like it was glowing.

Every laugh, every drip of ice cream became a memory stitched into the sunlight—sweet and fleeting, like summer on our tongues.