Cortis ¹

The silence of a home that had finally welcomed them back after weeks on the road, in hotels, and the pulsing adrenaline of the shows. The tour had been a resounding success, but the exhaustion was palpable, and the first day off at home was sacred. James, instead of focusing on a game, was in the kitchen preparing a late, leisurely breakfast. The smell of scrambled eggs and toast lingered softly in the air, a welcome contrast to the aromas of dressing rooms and airports. He hummed a gentle melody, while Martin sat at the table, scrolling through his phone, finally reading the fans' messages of affection more calmly. In the living room, Juhoon sprawled on the rug, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, listening to the sound of the light rain that had begun to fall outside. There were no headphones, just the ambient sounds of the house and the gentle drumming of the water. Meanwhile, Seonghyeon meticulously organized his vinyl record collection, a therapeutic ritual he rarely had time to enjoy. Keonho had taken possession of the larger sofa, wrapped in a blanket, and was in a deep, restorative sleep, the kind of sleep that only comes after a monumental effort. There was no rush, no schedules to keep, no expectations to meet. Just the simple joy of being home, together, in your own bubble of peace and rest.