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(01’26) A NEW YEAR FILLED WITH WARMTH GRATITUDE AND LOVE FROM US TO EVERYONE WHO HAS BEEN PART OF OUR DAYS/🩶🎇

This new year arrives with a quiet warmth and a gentle light that reminds us how meaningful it is to be surrounded by sincere presence, shared moments, and kindness that stays. Through every laughter, every strength we held together, and every simple connection that felt genuine, this year has been beautifully shaped by the people around us, and we are truly grateful for it.

TO ALL OF OUR FAMILY, OUR NEIGHBORS, AND EVERY VERMILLION’S MUTUAL WHO HAS BEEN PART OF THIS YEAR, THIS IS FOR YOU WITH SO MUCH GRATITUDE AND LOVE.❤️‍🩹

May the year ahead bring peace into every home, joy into every heart, and blessings that continue to grow with us. May kindness stay, togetherness remain, and warmth always find its way back to each of us. Happy new year! 🎇

With The Gentlest Warmth From Us,
@ManorOfVermillion 📃🖌️
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happy new year millions~

Entering the new year with higher standards and prettier energy. Cheers for today y’all 🥂

(January 1, 2026.) Tonight feels unreal in the best way.
Vermillion’s Juhoon and Scarvaine’s Juhoon are just out here, wandering through the city like we’ve got all the time in the world. No rush, no plans that actually matter; just lights, cold air, and the quiet excitement of a new year waiting to happen. Vermillion’s Juhoon been busy holding his phone, catching every little moment of Scarvaine’s Juhoon—like he’s scared this version of him might disappear if he doesn’t. Meanwhile, Scarvaine’s Juhoon keeps laughing at the smallest things, pulling his jacket closer, pretending he’s not cold even though we both know he is.

We walked by the river, the city glowing softly around us, reflections dancing on the water. At some point, we held sparklers, hands close, light flickering, making everything feel warmer than it actually was. We shared instant noodles under the night sky, city skyline blurred in the distance, joking about how this somehow tastes better outdoors at night. There were moments where we didn’t even talk—just stood there, listening to the city breathe.

It’s not loud fireworks or countdown chaos. It’s softer than that. It’s laughter echoing quietly, hands brushing, blurry photos, most of them Scarvaine’s Juhoon, if you check Vermillion’s Juhoon camera roll—and that feeling of this matters. Honestly? Neither of us wants to go home yet. It feels like one of those nights we’ll think about years from now and smile—because for a moment, the world felt simple, and the new year didn’t seem scary at all.