Billkin Wellington and Sea Vermillion — two teenage souls adrift in the lull of an endless afternoon. They wander through the city’s backstreets, sneakers brushing against sun-warmed concrete, laughter echoing off quiet walls. As the golden hour drips into the horizon, they drift toward the city’s edge — to the gardens where the wind hums, to the riverside where sunlight fractures on the water, to the silent fields where time forgets to move. There, amidst the whisper of leaves and the low hum of dusk, they find something wordless — a peace that belongs only to boys who have not yet grown, and a friendship that feels like summer never ends.

Anyone look at my hair! Thanks to my personal stylist: Koko Andy🔥 Ah, supported by Ayah’s Pomade lol dont tell him we used his stuff🤪

Yang haus yang haus, jangan lupa minum air putih 1 toren, Millions!

Millions yg jepun di tunggu Andy di titik kumpul.