𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫Under the velvet canopy of a London afternoon, I am Wendissle's Lisa and my gorgeous sissy; Vermillion's Rosé wandered through the city’s historic arteries, two souls woven together by a shared history and an unyielding affinity. The air was crisp, carrying the faint, petrichor scent of the Thames, yet our presence seemed to lend a luminous warmth to the grey cobblestones.

Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰We found ourselves caught in a
ㅤㅤbeautiful effervescence, where
ㅤㅤtime felt less like a ticking
ㅤㅤclock and more like a fluid,
ㅤㅤgolden medium. In the quiet
ㅤㅤcorners of a Chelsea café, our
ㅤㅤconversation flowed with a
ㅤㅤmellifluous ease—a private
ㅤㅤlanguage of inside jokes and
ㅤㅤsilent understandings.

To an observer, they were a study in eudaemonia: that deep, flourishing happiness that transcends mere excitement. My hand was firmly enclasped in Rosé’s, our fingers interdigitated—a silent, physical testament to a bond forged in the crucible of shared dreams. There was an ineffable quality to our silence.

Under the bright afternoon sky, Courth's Youngjae, Courth's Jihoon, Scalden's Kyungmin, and Vermill's Hanjin go on picnic together. They enjoy snacks while joking around, and every now and then Courth's Jihoon teases Scalden's Kyungmin until Courth's Youngjae steps in to scold him lightly, Vermill's Hanjin just laughs. Before leaving, Vermill's Hanjin and Scalden's Kyungmin settle by the open trunk of the car, sitting close on a warm blanket and sharing easy laughter, while Courth's Youngjae and Courth's Jihoon nearby enjoy a calmer moment of their own, taking photos to capture sweet memories. The atmosphere grows even more intimate as the camera passes from hand to hand and they photograph one another, laughing at the spontaneous and honest shots. Courth's Youngjae leans back casually with Courth's Jihoon sitting beside him, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of grass and a sense of freedom. On the way home, they continue their light conversations, quietly enjoying the meaningful scenery along the journey.

The night had grown deep, and he was losing track of time with his older neighbor, Vermillion’s Miyeon. We’d put together a spread of midnight snacks and a few drinks with a little splash of alcohol, leaning into the rare peace of a night without our younger siblings around. Edurne’s Hyunjin, he's looked completely immune and enjoying it, as did his older sister who was in front of him. The night breeze was gentle and cold enough to make they're legs tremble.