If love could be seen in colours, mine would be the shade your hair turns when the sun hits it just right; the tint of your lips when you bite them too hard; the darker hue of your eyes when I lean in close.

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No hand can rewrite the prophecy, yet persistence carves new skies. The eagles awaken, wings slicing eternity, greeted by the sovereign of winds. Among them I rise, clothed in burning orange, my smile a flame, carrying dreams into the endless horizon.

“You did great.” as soon I see myself on that big screen.

Airport fit check.

ㅡ (30.08) .I leave this city with a smile, carrying pieces of it within me. You may take the man out of the city, but never the city out of the man. That truth defines me, shaping who I am beyond borders.

It feels unfinished if Jisung and I don’t follow the newest trend—our tousled hair turning chaos into charm, black shirts tracing perfectly against us. A fleeting scene, yet it lingers. Please, don’t walk away—I’m left yearning in silence.

The frames unfold like whispers of a gentle story.Each stare becomes a soft reminder of who I am.Nothing rehearsed and nothing forced only a quiet truth. In the silence I discover clarity and in fragments I finally feel complete.

I finally got to share a meal with our beloved leader, Taeyong hyung. He looked healthy, strong, and full of energy—proof the military has treated him well. Seeing you again made me so happy, hyung. Let’s make sure we share more meals soon. Xx.

It’s not the flawless face that holds attention, but the way he plays with the smallest details—the hoodie string, the half-mischievous gaze, the gesture that looks like prayer yet hides secrets. A strange contrast of innocence and mystery, leaving riddles in every frame.

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Today I stood on the mound for my very first pitch, wishing the Eagles a strong victory ahead. Carrying the bright energy of “1999". I hope good luck following every step I take. Have a great saturday, y'all.

Amid the storm of voices and the metallic roar of the airport, Jisung and I wrap ourselves in casual threads, headphones like fragile shields. Yet beneath the disguise, my chest is a drum—boom, boom.

Two shadows dressed in leather, bound by stage lights and unspoken fire. One smile disarms, the other hides behind mystery, yet both collide in a moment that feels eternal. Us, just like a secret language carved between two souls.

비니를 쓰고 장난스러운 미소로 나는 드디어 방콕에 다시 나타났어. 빗방울은 마치 하늘이 울고 있는 듯 떨어지고, 나의 천국이 슬퍼한다는 사실만큼 나를 아프게 하는 건 없어. 제발, 사랑아, 오늘 밤은 슬퍼하지 마.

Rains in the Heaven,

Behind the blindfold lies a brighter fire, unseen yet unshaken. Each step becomes a silent language, each gesture a whispered story. Darkness is not an end but a stage where hidden courage shines, where the light within speaks louder than vision itself.

I found myself falling deeper for the glimmer of a beautiful voice, lingering like stardust in memory. Two days in Bangkok—thank you, for they will forever rest as a tender melody in my heart. You are, and always will be, the most beautiful.