Runeshard’s Keonho turned around for two seconds and came back to complete chaos.

Etherhail’s Keonho was stealing meat from the pan, Kiiru’s Keonho was feeding Velthrone’s Seonghyeon pieces like a zoo keeper, and Thimblëa’s Seonghyeon nearly dropped an entire bowl trying to grab soda first. Meanwhile, Mistlesoir’s Keonho and Luevine’s Seonghyeon sat in the corner rating everyone’s behavior like bored commentators.

Altajne’s Juhoon, Cathect’s Juhoon, Mertzlan’s Juhoon, Schäfer’s Juhoon, and Visnja’s Juhoon were already eating before the food even made it to the table, while Etherhail’s James and Wyrmharrow’s Martin recorded the disaster instead of helping.

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Under the quiet midnight sky, Seonghyeon Thimblëa's and Seonghyeon Sveic's spent the night wrapped in warmth— the sound of crackling fire, soft laughter carried by the cold air, and fleeting moments that somehow felt endless.

Between blurry movements, glowing flames, grilled dinners, and a curious little cat watching from the side, it felt less like a perfect night and more like a real one. The kind of memory that stays quietly in your chest long after the fire burns out.

Thimblëa's Seonghyeon carried the warmth, while Sveic Seonghyeon held the silence of the night— and somehow, both became the perfect balance for a moment that felt beautifully alive.