Sundays truly find their purpose at the undisputed highlight of the weekend, Inkigayo Presidents are back in the house! With Montgolfier’s Euijoo, Samniont’s Shinyu, and our delightful maknae Yihyun, the vibes today were strictly old-school and super groovy. Honestly, hosting has never looked this cool.

The stage stayed hot as we welcomed some familiar faces back to the studio as we sat down with Samniont’s Jiwoo, Montgolfier’s Yuha, Samniont’s Stella and Montgolfier’s Ian. They’re officially back with their new track "RUDE!", and their interview was just as sharp and charismatic as their performance. And we can't forget the big winner: Samniont’s Wonyoung made her grand return with "BLACKHOLE" and officially walked away with the #1 trophy on the weekly charts. Iconic behavior, truly.

It’s been a total whirlwind, but we’re so hyped to be spending our Sundays with you as your MCs. That’s a wrap! This has been MC Juju and MC Yu—catch you guys next week!

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Earlier tonight, Samniont’s Taesan and Sethlore’s Leehan attended the Courrèges Fall/Winter 2026 Show during Paris Fashion Week. It was a successful event, where Taesan and Leehan get to meet amazing people and their masterpiece. After all the lights, music, and crowd, they agreed to stroll around just to breathe the city in. Somewhere between the glow of the Eiffel Tower and the calm of the Seine, they unexpectedly ran into Diemer’s Leo and Caintje’s Sangwon. What started as a surprised “hey?” turned into a small catch-up on the sidewalk, a few laughs, and the classic “wait, let’s take pictures here!” So they passed the camera around, took photos of each other, and talked a little longer than plan until the clock struck twelve at the Eiffel Tower finally separating us until we meet again! In the meantime, here are some highlights from our quick reunion until we can do it again.

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Had to share a little more of my things from the last event on Paris, anyway. Aren’t you guys curious about it, though? So, it was midnight, or maybe the end of the world, and the Eiffel Tower seems just like a giant needle piecing the dark together. I’m laying them out on the hotel bedspread—white linen that feels like a fresh bandage. The Chloé lace in the first shot doesn’t look like fabric anymore; it looks like frost creeping up my throat, or maybe a spiderweb that caught a girl instead of a fly. Just blissfully empty. Samniont’s Sungchan was there, too, all clean lines and that nylon sheen which smells like expensive industrialism and cold stone. Here’s the breakdown: the flash: he assisted on taking pictures of me, eyes two burnt-out stars and I did returned it by took some of him, and he’s just a sharp shoulder and a shadow, whatsoever. The feast: we had something off silver platters. They taste like we’ve been eating winter for dinner.. I think I swallowed a piece of the moon, and it’s glowing in my ribcage now? And the mingle: everyone is talking in italics, but we’re just whispering in lowercase! I touched a stranger’s silk sleeve and felt a spark of someone else’s dream hanging like chandelier. We’re happy. It’s that expensive, happiness where you know you’re going to wake up tomorrow with smeared eyeliner and a heart full of static. But, right now? Right now, we didn’t even bother to look at the exit signs.
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