After an exhausting month of deadlines, work, arguments, and barely having enough time to breathe, Bosche's Natty decided half of the family deserved one night to forget everything because they're the only one in the house currently and announced, “AYCE tonight. My treat.” The response was immediate. “Wait, unlimited?” Bosche's Yiwen asked, already opening the menu. “Yes, unlimited,” Natty replied. Bosche Riki’s eyes lit up. “So basically, eat until we physically can't?” “Within reason,” Natty warned. “There is no reason,” Bosche's Keonho muttered, calmly ordering another plate.

Within minutes, the table was drowning in meat, sushi, dumplings, noodles, and everything else they could possibly order; Bosche's Jingjing was strategically planning their next round while Bosche's Sungchan had appointed himself grillmaster. “Don't touch that yet,” Sungchan warned as Riki reached for the meat. “It's cooked.” “It's been on there for eight seconds.” “That's enough.” “No, it isn't.”

Meanwhile, Bosche's Gaon was eating so quietly and efficiently that Bosche's Luke eventually stared at him and asked, “How are you still eating?” Gaon simply looked up, completely serious. “I haven't reached my limit.” Natty nearly choked. “Your limit?! We've been here for an hour!” Bosche's Evan laughed as he reached for another plate. “You said it was your treat.” “I was expecting everyone to behave like normal human beings!” Yiwen looked around at the mountain of empty plates. “That's your first mistake.”

Everyone burst out laughing, and even Natty couldn't help but smile as she watched her ridiculous family devour the food. By the end of the night, everyone was completely stuffed, leaning back in their seats and complaining that they could barely move, except Riki, who was still eyeing the dessert menu. “Don't even think about it,” Natty warned. “But it's AYCE.” “Riki.” “…I'm just looking.” “PUT THE MENU DOWN.” The entire table erupted into laughter again, and for the first time in an entire month, none of the kids were thinking about work, deadlines, or anything else—they were simply together, full, tired, and ridiculously happy.

..well perhaps Natty should invite the others too. It'll be a hell of financial bankruptcy.

The city lights blurred as Bosche's Ohyul sped down the midnight highway in his car. Sitting in the passenger seat, Bosche's Ryul took a sip of his iced coffee and turned up the music. They were in one car together, enjoying the fast drive like total bad boys. "Tancap gas lagi, Yul" Ryul laughed, holding his cup. Ohyul smirked, pushing the pedal harder and taking a fast curve. But they pushed it too far.

SKRRRRRTTTT! The sound of metal on metal was terrifying, distinct from a side-swipe. The car shuddered violently, they had collided with another car at the worst possible angle. "Buset. Stop Yul nyerempet punya orang" Ryul yelled, bracing himself against the dashboard. "Gila gila. Mobil gue weh" Ohyul panicked, slamming the brakes.

Ohyul groaned, holding his head, unable to look at the massive front corner damage. "Mampus... baret banget ini mah." Ryul looked from his coffee to the crushed front end, "yang penting selamat, Yul. No more speeding tonight ye"