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Hello there, Bleafs! Aunty Sowon's here! So, I went out for dinner with the gang tonight; no big plans, no decorations, nothing fancy. Just us, good food, and a lot of loud laughter. We filled up the table quickly, passed plates around, argued over the last piece of whatever-it-was, and didn’t stop talking for hours. I don’t even remember half the topics, but I remember the feeling. Everyone was smiling. Joking. Comfortable. It felt like one of those nights you don’t need to dress up for, you just show up, and it ends up being exactly what you needed.

I kept looking around at these weirdos—just being their usual, lovable selves. My brother Scoups was doing the most, while Vermillion's Jeonghan was effortlessly cool. Across from us, Wraitheight's Joshua looked unfairly good, with Vermillion's Hoshi and Galstein's Woozi sitting sweetly beside him. Schäfer's Dokyeom was quietly judging the vibe, while his cousin, Käufer's Mingyu, laughed at everything. Then there was the maknae, Berthouven’s Vernon, already eating, and Eirlst's Dino, focused on the grill. No drama, no weird energy—just all of us, fully ourselves. The kind of night where you forget to check your phone, where time moves weirdly fast and slow at once. We weren’t trying to make memories, but somehow, we did.