This afternoon...the sun was blindingly bright against the water. Hayeon Duisterg and Ostendl's Gunwook drifted across the wooden bridge, the vibe between us clearly more than just "friends." After an hour of roasting each other, Ostendl's Gunwook leaned against the railing and asked, "Be real, if a goose throws hands, who wins? You or the goose?" Hayeon Duisterg laughed, "I’ve got reach, but I’d definitely use you as a human shield." Ostendl's Gunwook joked, "Wow, and I was going to buy you actual coffee since yours tasted like battery acid." Hayeon Duisterg nudged my shoulder, "My coffee was fine, snob. Let’s go before they attack."

Staying close, Ostendl's Gunwook was definitely not looking for the exit.

The stage lights shimmered like a painted dusk, the music wrapping the air in something warm and alive. Lorwaine’s Sungchan and Ostendl’s Anton stood close—closer than usual—like the crowd had quietly faded just for them.

Between songs, their laughter softened into something gentler, their glances lingering a second longer than needed.

When the night eased, Lorwaine’s Sungchan leaned slightly closer, voice low, “Did you notice… I kept looking for you in the crowd?” Then, Ostendl’s Anton smiled, a little shy, “I was right next to you the whole time.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, “Still didn’t feel close enough.” His fingers brushed his sleeve, light but certain. “You’re close now.”

Dinner followed with quiet smiles and unspoken words, and later, with ice cream melting under dim streetlights, they stayed—longer than they had to. Like the night was something neither of them wanted to let go of. And neither of them was in a hurry to say goodnight.

Hi Delssies 🧍🏻..