Princess dtg

2026 and still in love with dubaichocolate🤎

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.

The night before New Year’s Eve, Delaire’s Myungjae felt a bit bored and ended up texting Courthlace’s Woonhak, asking if they could hang out on the last day of 2025. After saying yes, he actually came over—hoping to make a few last core memories before the year ended.

The evening felt warm from the start. They played small fireworks together in the patio, laughing as the sparks lit up their hands. After that, they grilled some meat, the smoke curling gently through the cool night air. They ate while waiting for the clock to drag itself toward midnight, but it still wasn’t close to 00:00 when they finished. So they hopped on a ride together, cruising through the quiet streets. They found spot after spot where fireworks were blooming across the sky, the whole world celebrating above them. And under that soft, scattered light, the last night of 2025 felt perfectly cozy—just them and the kind of memory that stays.