Geldart's Jake and Schafer's Sunghoon spent that night the way only old friends could. Trading turns at the billiard table, each shot followed by groans or triumphant fists in the air, neither of them keeping serious score. Between games they leaned side by side against the wall, sharing cigarettes and letting the smoke drift lazily toward the ceiling.

While the conversation wandered from old memories to ridiculous what-ifs to things they'd never told anyone else. The alcohol came early and stayed late, loosening their tongues and their laughter until the whole bar felt like it belonged to just the two of them. By the end of the night they were slumped on the barstools, glassy-eyed and grinning at nothing in particular.

Dor Schafy.

Nunduk Schafy 🫣💕

I, Schäfer’s Shinyu, spending the night in with Geisler’s Dohoon somehow feels more like a date than going anywhere else; no loud places, no distractions, just us filling the quiet with little things—building those red lego roses in your hands, sharing melted ice cream between lazy laughs, and letting the TV play while neither of us is really paying attention. It’s simple, maybe even boring to other people, but with you it feels different like time slows down just enough for me to notice every small detail about you. Watching you from across the room, I realize this might be what people mean when they say home isn’t a place. I don’t say much because I don’t need to you lean closer anyway, soft and obedient, like you already know where you belong. Maybe that’s enough, maybe that’s everything. “Stay like this… you don’t need to move,” I murmur, and you nod gently, “Okay… I’ll stay, as long as you want, kakak”