The night always knows how to flirt first—yeah, I answer. It’s me, Runeshard’s Junghwan, out here wasting hours in the best way possible. Midnight hits different when you’re riding through silence with the usual chaos crew: Doucheron’s Junghwan being dramatic as ever, Norbury’s Haum acting like a top-notch model, and Ferrovi’s Jeemin just vibing like she didn’t start three arguments for fun. No plan, no destination. Just vibes, black air forces energy, and a playlist full of feelings we pretend we don’t have. We’re not lost—we just don’t feel like being found. #Punk #NightKid #Gaul #Likelikelike

Mertiezz, today we spent the night at Crowther’s Hanni place, wrapped in soft light and quiet comfort. Mertzlan’s Jihoon clung to his plushie all night, while Mertzlan’s Minju wandered around capturing every little moment. Crowther’s Hanni put on her sleep mask and quietly got ready for bed, and Crowther’s Taesan lay flat on the floor, eyes blank but peaceful. Kheraeld’s Taesan stayed close to his teddy, quiet as ever, just watching the night unfold. Monstaesan’s Harpy kept switching angles for the perfect selfie, giggling at him own screen.

Clardforge’s Yeojun fell asleep before he could even wash up, and Scarvaine’s Dohoon devoured his ice cream like it was the last one on Earth. Redfern’s Taesan stayed quietly tucked under the covers, lost in his own space. Stahl’s Anton put on a face mask and ended up falling asleep on the chair, head tilted back. Austeense’s Juria, with her bear ears on, smiled softly through it all. Nothing loud, just a night that felt like home. Then Ferrovi's Jeemin came with an adorable doll in her hand, ready to mingle with the others to spend the rest of the night.

'A simple day that felt like a quiet love story.'

They started with lunch — full of soft laughter, shared bites, and that look across the table that only two people in love understand. Their hands stayed together the whole time — holding tight during the silence, squeezing gently during the laughter. Lèclair's Asa and Ferrovi's Haruto, Two people, one rhythm, and a love woven into every little gesture: holding hands, tying laces, and choosing each other over and over again. 🤍