I stepped into the Met Gala with my custom Gucci dress inspired by the painting Black Iris by Georgia O'Keefe (1926), which represents the vessel that holds the secrets of life, the mysteries of death, and the feminine embodiment. And also the Bulgari Serpenti earrings which add a luxurious and artistic impression to me. Beyond lucky to be able to attend this big event for the first time! Did I amaze you at the 2026 Met Gala, Geisl? 🖤

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Good evening, Heffies. I, Hefflins' Eunseok, just had a random little reunion with Geisler's Yeji. We bumped into each other out of nowhere and ended up hanging out for the rest of the day. We wandered around the city and stopped by a café that’s been all over Instagram lately. Today was honestly really fun, so don’t be surprised if we disappear together again later.

Geisler’s Riki was squatting in the corner of the backstage area while opening a small snack, occasionally glancing at people walking past. The daylight coming through the gap in the door made his blonde hair look even brighter. “It’s so hot today,” he complained while resting his chin on his knees. In front of the studio desk, Wendissle’s Riki was still focused on the laptop and guitar in front of him. “That’s because you’re squatting near the lamp,” he replied casually. “Do I look like a plant to you?” Wendissle’s Riki only let out a small laugh. “Kind of.”

From the stairway hallway, Liu’s Riki appeared wearing a black hoodie while leaning against the wall. “You guys seriously can’t stay quiet for five minutes, huh?” “We can,” Geisler’s Riki answered quickly. “Just don’t want to.” Liu’s Riki only looked away slightly while hiding a faint smile.

Not long after, an orange cat walked into the studio from outside. Wendissle’s Riki immediately turned his head. “Isn’t that the same cat from yesterday?” The cat stopped near Liu’s Riki’s feet, and he gently petted it. “It shows up more consistently than you guys do.” “Hey, we’re here every day,” Wendissle’s Riki protested. “Yeah, but never on time.”

Soft laughter immediately filled the studio. The music was still playing quietly, and their random conversation kept going just like that simple, but enough to make the atmosphere feel comfortable.