A quiet restaurant, warm lights overhead, and plates slowly filling the table as conversations found their rhythm. Wonyoung's Edurne and Gaeul's Vermillion lingering over small bites, Leehan's Steindwalds watching it all unfold with quiet amusement, while Sangwon's Delaire sat deeply absorbed in the menu, carefully considering every choice. Leehan's Caldune eventually finding his own little world of joy through the window with a simple scoop of ice cream. Nearby, Gawon's Seretti remained tucked away in her own serene moments, and Riwoo's Steindwalds turned simple pauses into laughter. Between shared dishes and half finished stories, time seemed to soften, stretching gently as the night went on. It wasn’t about where they were, but who they were with—comfort settling easily between them.

(03/01/26.) Chaotic Birthday Night; When Turtle Costumes Were a Mistake.

Today is Jorick Vermillion's birthday, and the night is already loud. The plan was simple. Cake. Candles. Turtle costumes. None of it survives past the first few minutes. The cake barely makes it onto the table before forks appear from nowhere. Frosting ends up on Juhoon’s face first. “Eh, jangan dulu kuenya—” Zhëj Soigné says. Too late. Jorick Vermillion laughs, wiping his cheek. “Woi, baru keluar.” Aaron Vermillion grins and adds more frosting like it's his job. “Santai, ini ulang tahun lu,” he says.

The turtle costumes are technically on. Under the dim lights and all the rolling around, everyone looks less like turtles and more like confused cockroaches. “Kenapa kita kayak kecoa sih?” Duvall's Keonho yells. “Stop guling-guling, konyol,” Zhëj Soigné answers, already laughing. Jorick Vermillion tries to save the cake. He fails. “Suka-suka lu semua jir,” he says, laughing. “Hancurin sekalian.” That's when Norchlle's James suddenly hits record and drops to the floor. Jorick Vermillion looks at him. “Ngapain lu?”

“Cosplay uler keket,” Norchlle's James answers seriously, already slithering forward. “Anjir, jangan!” Zhëj Soigné laughs, covering his face. Duvall's Keonho is already on the floor. “Gue capek ketawa, sumpah.”

It's late. It's loud. The floor is sticky and everyone is exhausted from laughing. Jorick Vermillion is still smiling like this is exactly how he wanted his birthday to go. Honestly, this night is perfect.

good moying millions, did you like her... in the morning? right before all the sleep left your eyes?

Maha karya aunty vermillion❤️‍🔥