That morning, Sarang headed to Keonho’s house to hang out. And then, after 5 hours, Mirthwood’s Keonho had clearly had enough of watching his old sist, Vansent’s Sarang, once again using a broom as her “guitar” while singing like she was headlining a concert. Slumped against the couch with his beanie slipping over his eyes, he let out a tired groan and glanced at the bright orange broom in her hands. “You know that thing is literally for cleaning the floor, right? Not for your world tour,” he muttered dryly. Sarang only scoffed and kept strumming the broom dramatically. “Real artists make do with what they have,” she replied, completely unfazed. Keonho rolled his eyes, too exhausted to argue anymore, and eventually drifted off to sleep right there, while Sarang continued her performance without even lowering her voice, singing to an audience that was very much unconscious. 🧹💤

Wandering through the city with no real plan, just letting the streets lead us wherever they wanted. From little record shops filled with hidden gems to colorful walls that felt like art galleries in disguise, every corner had its own story. Mirthwood's Carmen and Vansent's Ana laughed over the smallest things, paused for photos we’ll probably look back on years from now, and took our time like the day wasn’t going anywhere without us.

There’s something about walking side by side with friends that makes even the simplest moments feel cinematic the soft hum of the streets, the warmth of a cozy café, sharing bites of something sweet, and those random conversations that somehow turn into memories you never forget. It wasn’t about where we went, but who i was with. ♥️🌯