Under a sky painted with neon lights, Mirthwood’s Jeemin and Delaire’s Sullyoon slipped into the glowing amusement park, lights dancing across their faces as laughter and music filled the air. Mirthwood's Jeemin tried to act unfazed, but her eyes kept following every ride, while Delaire's Sullyoon quietly smiled beside her. “Don’t tell me you’re scared,” Mirthwood's Jeemin teased near the swing ride. Delaire's Sullyoon only smirked, and minutes later they were already up in the air, laughter mixing with the wind as the city blurred beneath them.
Afterward, they wandered around sharing snacks and small jokes, stopping in front of the carousel glowing gold in the night. Delaire's Sullyoon leaned on the railing, eyes soft. “It’s pretty.” Mirthwood's Jeemin glanced at her for a second longer than usual before nodding. “…Yeah.” And somehow, between the lights and quiet moments, the night felt warmer—not because of the park, but because they weren’t alone in it. 🎡💕

Gini hidup rasanya jadi youngest di Mirthwood..... Pagi-siang jadi tukang laundry, sore-malam jadi Pemuda Rengasdengklok...... Jadi youngest harus sabar bantu menghidupi keluarga.....

akusih gk disuruh ngapa-ngapain ya