The night before new year’s eve felt a bit special even though we didn’t plan anything big. It all started with Duisterg’s Dohoon, Roesjad’s Dohoon and Hefflins’s Dohoon deciding to make a fire. While, Luthien’s Dohoon, decided to go out together to bought some stuff with Delaire’s Sanghyeon and Scarvaine’s Dohoon. They were split into three and picking random snacks, carrying way too many things for something that was supposed to be simple.

After they’re all done shopping and reached back to Duisterg’s Dohoon house everything settled into this cozy, fun kind of chaos. Everyone was moving around; Hefflin’s Dohoon setting things up, Scarvaine’s Dohoon and Luthien’s Dohoon were teasing each other while Roesjad’s Dohoon and Duisterg’s Dohoon were struggling to get the fire going but finally Delaire’s Sanghyeon helped them. As the fire finally caught, a brief cheer followed, and the room grew warmer. Groceries were unpacked, snacks were stolen, and teasing faded into soft laughter. Little by little, the chaos eased as everyone settled in, the house filling with warmth, noise, and a quiet sense of togetherness.

(January 1, 2026.) Tonight feels unreal in the best way.
Vermillion’s Juhoon and Scarvaine’s Juhoon are just out here, wandering through the city like we’ve got all the time in the world. No rush, no plans that actually matter; just lights, cold air, and the quiet excitement of a new year waiting to happen. Vermillion’s Juhoon been busy holding his phone, catching every little moment of Scarvaine’s Juhoon—like he’s scared this version of him might disappear if he doesn’t. Meanwhile, Scarvaine’s Juhoon keeps laughing at the smallest things, pulling his jacket closer, pretending he’s not cold even though we both know he is.

We walked by the river, the city glowing softly around us, reflections dancing on the water. At some point, we held sparklers, hands close, light flickering, making everything feel warmer than it actually was. We shared instant noodles under the night sky, city skyline blurred in the distance, joking about how this somehow tastes better outdoors at night. There were moments where we didn’t even talk—just stood there, listening to the city breathe.

It’s not loud fireworks or countdown chaos. It’s softer than that. It’s laughter echoing quietly, hands brushing, blurry photos, most of them Scarvaine’s Juhoon, if you check Vermillion’s Juhoon camera roll—and that feeling of this matters. Honestly? Neither of us wants to go home yet. It feels like one of those nights we’ll think about years from now and smile—because for a moment, the world felt simple, and the new year didn’t seem scary at all.

Hi Scavies, selamayu pagiuu! Aku pagi-pagi begini udah momong anak-anak gemas ini, kalian pagi ini udah ngapain? 😚😋