ⓒ Tuesday / The Pastry Run.
🍴EST. 2026 (&)
Seven Seats, Sugar on the Side. ☕🥐

to break up an otherwise ordinary tuesday, Cherrilane's Jaehyun and Romanovna's Yoonseo decided to pull everyone together for an afternoon of pastries and coffee. Yoonseo brought Berthouven's Giselle and Nicheford's Jeno, while i asked Bosche's Linghe, Cherrilane's Taesan, and Hjerts's Seonghyeon to come along. no proper itinerary, just seven people, a cafe, and whatever caught our eye behind the pastry counter. i settled outside with my coffee first, sunglasses still on, taking my time between sips. Linghe, meanwhile, seemed to have a very clear agenda: find something sweet and eat it before anyone could ask for a bite. he ended up with a donut in hand, looking entirely too pleased with himself. Taesan went in a completely different direction, digging into a bowl of chocolate cereal like he'd discovered the best thing on the menu. Seonghyeon was busy showing off his dessert to the camera, holding it so close that the whole thing turned into one giant blur.

“you're making it impossible to see,” i told him. “it's still pretty,” he said.

Yoonseo somehow found herself underneath an enormous pastry for a photo, crouching beneath it like she'd wandered into the wrong bakery advertisement. Jeno had a full plate of donuts and a whipped drink in his hands, looking like he'd ordered enough for twice our number. Giselle sat comfortably with her iced coffee, quietly taking in the chaos around the table. somewhere between Linghe stealing bites, Taesan finishing his chocolate snack, and Jeno guarding his donuts, the afternoon slipped into that familiar kind of mess. drinks sweating on the table, crumbs everywhere, pastries being passed from hand to hand. Yoonseo called it a “quick cafe break.” clearly, none of us understood what quick meant.

by the time we were ready to leave, everyone had eaten something different, but somehow nobody had gone home empty-handed—or empty-stomached. just a slow tuesday, a little caffeine, too much sugar, and the kind of company that makes staying one more hour feel like the obvious choice.

A little side quest for these two—Morthen’s Eunchae was bored tonight, so naturally, she dragged one of her "special friends (👀)" to the mall. Guess who? Bosche’s Ryul, obviously. By 8 PM, he was already there to pick her up, and from there, the night turned into their own little shopping spree—matcha in hand, wandering through stores and judging each other’s picks. At the beauty section, she grabbed his hand and started swatching new lippie shades 💄. “Wait, this one actually looks good,” she said, treating him like her personal model. Bosche’s Ryul just stared at his hand before finding a perfume and making her smell-test a few. “This or this?” “Neither.” “You’re so helpful.” Then they hit the shoe store, where Morthen’s Eunchae found a pair she wanted. “Can we get these? Let’s match, pretty please?” And, obviously, he gave in. By the end of the night, he was carrying half the mall while she picked out a new dress, occasionally turning around to ask, “Still alive?” Somehow, he was. Have fun, you two. ♡

20 tahun ni yee