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  • 𝙿.𝙰.𝚁.𝙺. πš‚.πš„.𝙽.𝙢.𝙷.𝙾.𝙾.𝙽 || HeeHoon by URONLYCHICHI
    URONLYCHICHI
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    "πš†πš‘πš˜ πš–πš’πšπš‘πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš‹πšŽ, 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 πšœπšŽπšŽπš— 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ." "π™Έπš'𝚜 πšŠπš•πš• πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πšπš’πš—πšŽ, πšŒπš•πš˜πšœπšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› 𝚎𝚒𝚎𝚜, πšŠπš—πš πš πšŠπš”πšŽ πšžπš™." "π™Ύπš‘, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'πš•πš• πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŠπšπšŠπš’πš—...? π™±πšŠπš‹πšŽ...?" ___________________ Heeseung should have called. That thought had haunted him every day since. He should have called Sunghoon before leaving the apartment. Should have woken him up. Should have kissed his forehead one more time. Should have explained. Instead, he had stood in the airport terminal with his phone in his hand, staring at Sunghoon's contact. His thumb hovering over the call button. One call. That was all it would take. "I'm sorry." "I love you." "I'll explain everything." "Please trust me." The words sat in his chest, desperate to get out. He hated this. Hated leaving. Hated lying. Hated the look Sunghoon would have when he eventually found out. Just get on the plane, he told himself. Explain later. Fix it later. That was always his mistake. Thinking there would always be a later. He reached the boarding gate. People were already lining up. A flight attendant smiled politely. Heeseung took one more look at his phone. At Sunghoon's name. His thumb finally moved. The call started ringing. A hand grabbed his wrist. Hard. Heeseung looked up sharply. A stranger stood there. "Don't get on that plane." The words hit like ice water. "What?" The stranger's grip tightened. "Please." The stranger looked toward the gate. Then back at Heeseung. And said four words that would change everything. "That plane won't land." Sunghoon was still asleep. Completely unaware that by the end of the day, the world would believe Lee Heeseung was dead.
  • DISCONTINUED | 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 - π₯.𝐑𝐬 𝐱 𝐩.𝐬𝐑 𝐟𝐟 by ShirroSan125
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    ----- βˆ˜β—¦ β˜† β—¦βˆ˜ ----- Sunghoon loved winter. He loved the way it engulfed everything into a cold embrace. How beautiful everything looked as it was snow kissed. How the ice sounded as he skated on it with his sharp bladed skates, spinning in the air as graceful as a dove. How he watched him all the time, how he was always there to cheer him on. Everything was so perfect... Until he could no longer see these things in this comforting light. β”€βŠΉβŠ±β…βŠ°βŠΉβ”€ Date started: 11/30/2020 β™‘ Date ended: 01/24/2022 - discontinued ፧ ΰ©ˆβœ©β€§β‚ŠοΉ‹οΉ‹ Hiatus: 03/33/2021 Comeback: discontinued β”€βŠΉβŠ±β…βŠ°βŠΉβ”€ Cover made by: @ShirroSan125 β€· soon will change ----- βˆ˜β—¦ ❉ β—¦βˆ˜ -----
  • αžŠαŸ„αŸ‡αžŸαŸ„αžšαž”αŸαŸ‡αžŠαžΌαž„αž”αž„αžŸαŸ’αžšαžΈαž…αž·αžαŸ’αžαžŠαŸ‚αž€πŸ”πŸ’žβœ¨(unlock your heart) by Renmoonz
    Renmoonz
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