New Year comes with bright lights, loud music, and people way too ready to cheer. Sveic's Taesan and Melvnoir's Taesan were there that night, stuck at a party meant to feel electric. Behind the laughs and countdown, both were already overwhelmed. Introvert behavior. Somewhere past midnight, Melvnoir's Taesan said, "Should we head up? Get some air." Sveic's Taesan smiled. "Sounds good. Let's dip."

They slipped out without a scene. The night air hit different. A quick stop at a convenience store for cold drinks and snacks, then they sat by the roadside, a little higher up. Wrappers opened slowly, city lights steady ahead. Quiet, but never awkward.

"This is better than the party," Sveic's Taesan said. Melvnoir's Taesan smiled back. That night wasn't about the new year. It was about stepping away, finding space in a city that never sleeps. A small night escape, just enough to breathe before going back.

how's your january, eico?