Morthies! Today I, Keonho Morthen, meet a friend of mine. When the golden hour lingered softly, me and Juhoon Mertzlan stepped out of the school gates, our laughter blending with the fading echoes of the day. Between shared glances and unspoken words, time felt slower—like the world had paused just for them, wrapped in warmth and something quietly growing.

Morthen’s Keonho and Mertzlan’s Juhoon are letting the day drift into something lighter as they spend their time playing—running through quiet streets, trading laughter, and teasing each other in ways that feel effortless; Keonho carries a subtle intensity even in play, while Juhoon softens it with his easy warmth, turning the fading afternoon into a moment that feels endless, as if neither of them wants the sky to darken too soon.