This morning, Geldart’s Ian and Wyrmharrow’s Seonghyeon hiked up the mountain together. When they reached the top, they spread a small blanket and shared warm drinks. they enjoyed their simple breakfast with light laughter. After they finished breakfast, Geldart’s Ian watched Wyrmharrow’s Seonghyeon open his notebook and start writing poems. she watched him with a smile, admiring the way he focused, the way the light touched him. he looked up every now and then, reading her a line just to make her laugh. When they finally returned home, both of them carried the kind of happiness that stays for the rest of the day.

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Out for year-end drinks with Uncle Johnny Wyrmharrow and as Mama Minnie Geldart, it turned into one of those perfectly chaotic, heart-warming nights 🍷✨

We laughed until our faces hurt, listened to Uncle Johnny’s legendary-but-not-always-funny jokes, and of course Mama Minnie delivered classic “financial complaints” speech like it was tradition. Somehow, the mix of bad jokes, warm lights, and honest conversation made everything feel softer, lighter, like the whole year finally exhaled.

A long, cozy, beautifully imperfect night, exactly the way we wanted to end the year.

Hello, Geldies. How’s your day so far? It’s less than 5 hours before my sweet seventeen, Geldies. Would you come to my party tonight? #JuunGeldart17Tahun #PunyaKTP #BisaBalapan #CallMeIfYouGetLost. 🤙

Geldart's Jay Walking through the quiet night with Geldart's Seonghyeon, Geldart's Keonho and Wyrmharrow's Ian feels different in a way I can't fully explain. The air is cold and the streetlights are dim, but having them around makes everything softer. I stay close without saying much, just making sure they're safe, that they're within reach, that the night stays gentle for all of us.

There's a calm in moments like this our footsteps, their quiet laughter, the warmth of familiar company against the chill. I don't need to do anything grand, just being near them feels natural. Protecting them isn't a duty, it's instinct. And in the stillness of the night, I'm reminded of how much they mean to quietly, steadily, without needing words.