Valentine’s Day, Night Well Spent.

From city lights reflecting on the water, late night drives with Sveic’s Anton behind the wheel while I, Edurne's Wonbin, sat beside him, to the roses he placed gently on my lap like I was something fragile he had to take care of… everything about that night felt slow, warm, and ours. Candlelight dinners, quiet glass clinks, his fingers finding mine under the table, like even the silence between me and him knew how to feel intimate.

“Are you having fun?” he asked softly while we walked past the flower stand.
I looked at him, then at the roses he bought anyway.
“With you?” I smiled. “Always... I love you, my love. Thankyou so much for today”, then he replied "Anything for you, Princess."

And somehow, between polaroids, blurry street photos, and stolen glances. me and him didn’t just capture memories that night…
we lived inside them.

Kheraeld's Seonghyeon, Edurne's Ian, Bellinors' Nahyun, Lachers' Kya, and Schroder's Keonho went out in the middle of the afternoon with zero plans. Just sunlight and free time.

Kheraeld's Seonghyeon walked like he knew the direction, even when he didn’t. Slowing down when someone lagged behind, casually making sure everyone stayed together. Quiet backbone of the group. Edurne's Ian kept stealing everyone for “one more photo.” Laughing when it turned chaotic, fixing angles like she’s directing a low budget movie that somehow feels high quality. Bellinors' Nahyun stayed in the cooler spots, leaning against walls, watching everything with that calm look. Then suddenly dropping a dry comment that had everyone folding. Lachers' Kya ran toward anything colorful. Flowers, open grass, random benches. Dragging hands, hyping moments, refusing to let the energy dip for even a second. Schroder's Keonho bought snacks and immediately started play-fighting over them. Teasing, joking, acting dramatic over nothing just to make people laugh.

By the end of it, we were sweaty, louder than we planned to be, and arguing over which moment was the funniest. Phones almost dead, feet tired, still not wanting to go home. We didn’t do anything special. But somehow it felt like the best day ever.