An early year mishap occurred when we had the irrational brainwave to bet on being rogue racers. It sound weird, but this is our way of ‘giving our mad love’ to the new year. Because peers, we only live once, which is why we do street racing for the thrill.

Street racing isn’t simply about racing, instead, it functions like an auction where the loser must heed the winner. This insane race went down in a flash after Greesacht's Youngjae took the lead but was overtaken by Caldune's Youngjae, racing just for kicks but we take it to the streets, as we step on the gas next level until it burns rubber. At this point, it’s still the first light of the year, and we had already rounded up our Murphy’s Law. You know, the race isn’t over yet, there’s no victor yet, but unfortunately we were caught by the cops! But at the same time, we had our lucky cards since they only took us to our parents—wrong, it’s scarier getting scolded by them! (Anything that can go wrong will go wrong, ya?)

There are many things we didn’t expect today, but it’s exciting because we had a new experience at the beginning of the year—even if it’s a bit cheeky. Perhaps none of us won the race, but at least Caldune's Youngjae & Greesacht's Youngjae won the people involved in this case in early 2026, kidding!

After the performance, the night exhales with us. The lights soften, the echoes thin, and the air feels lighter against our skin. We step away from the stage and into a quiet that asks nothing in return, where time slows and the rush finally loosens its grip.

Mistlesoir's Youngjae carries warmth in the smallest motions—smiles that linger, playful tenderness folded gently between breaths. Greesacht's Youngjae settles into stillness, calm wrapping around him like a second skin, steady and grounding after the storm of sound and light. Courthlace's Youngjae remains near the edges, composed and watchful, holding the space together through presence alone.

Offstage, we unlearn the performance.
No choreography, no measured expressions—only shared exhaustion and the comfort of being seen without effort. Glances replace words, silence becomes kind, and the night holds us in its pause.

In this gentle aftermath, Mistlesoir's Youngjae, Greesacht's Youngjae, and Courthlace's Youngjae stand together as one moment suspended in time, letting the memory of the stage fade slowly, until all that remains is us—and the quiet we earned.