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.

There is an exquisite serendipity in rediscovering such childlike wonder; my laughter felt like silver thread weaving through the cool night air, stitching together a memory of absolute felicity.

In the mirrors of the center column, adorned with hand-painted roses and ornate filigree, I caught glimpses of my own reflection—a visage illuminated by a radiant glow that transcended the mere flickering of lightbulbs. Each revolution was a graceful choreography of joy, a spinning sanctuary where time seemed to suspend its relentless march. I reached out to capture the scene on my phone, not merely to document the sight, but to crystallize this feeling of halcyon bliss. To be suspended in this whirling reverie, surrounded by the nostalgic scent of the evening and the soft mechanical hum of the ride, was to experience a profound quintessence of happiness. It was a night where every heartbeat resonated with a jubilant rhythm, a whimsical escape where the soul finally felt entirely, vibrantly at home.

Last month’s holiday was one of those days i keep replaying in my head. Schumann’s Soobin and i, Greesacht’s Soobin wandered into an arcade, all lights and noise, and naturally ended up at the basketball machine. i tried my best… but yes, Schumann’s Soobin scored better than me I laughed it off and pretended I wasn’t competitive at all.

To make things fair, we escaped to a Christmas cookie shop and picked out sweet goodies for our families back home. Before we left, Schumann’s Soobin bought us a cookie to eat on the way home a small treat that somehow made the whole day even sweeter. Somewhere in between, Greesacht’s Soobin also bought himself a big bunny backpack, and yes… he kept finding excuses to show it off every chance he got.

We kept stopping to take photos of each other too, mostly because Schumann’s Soobin and Greesacht’s Soobin both wanted to show off their winter outfits and maybe the bunny bag just a little more, hehe. That was really an awesome outing for our holiday 🍪🏀♥️