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Terminé dim., mars 22, 2020
Jeg sidder på bænken, mens Sarah råber efter William. Liam ser på mig. Jeg kan mærke, at jeg bliver helt varm. Hvorfor bliver jeg dog varm nu? Det har altid kun været Sarah og mig. Jeg har aldrig haft følelser for nogle, så hvorfor skulle jeg få det nu? Jeg kan da ikke lide den, som alle pigerne går efter vel? Hvis nogen havde sagt, jeg kunne lide Liam, havde jeg grint af dem. Han er den populære. Han er den, alle kan lide. Kaptajn på football holdet. Og så er der mig. En normal pige som han sikkert ikke ved eksistere. Eller gør han?
Læs historien og find ud af det;)
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There are two types of promises: the ones you keep, and the ones that keep you. Lee Minho made a vow at fourteen, under a lilac sky, to stay by Han Jisung's side forever. Best friends. Brothers. Inseparable. He just never specified how he would love him. Now, at twenty-two, Minho is the meticulous, grumpy architecture student, building careful walls around a heart that's belonged to his sunshine-best-friend for a decade. Jisung is the vibrant, chaotic music producer who still believes in their childhood dream of sharing an apartment, ten dogs, and a lifetime of inside jokes. For Minho, every shared laugh is a masterpiece, and every casual touch is a quiet earthquake. He's mastered the art of the hidden glance, the platonic hug, of loving Jisung in a thousand invisible ways. But when a charming new musician enters Jisung's orbit, seeing in him everything Minho has secretly yearned for, the carefully constructed world begins to crack. How long can you build a home in someone else's heart before the foundation breaks? Jisung flopped onto the couch, his head landing in Minho's lap with practiced ease. "Hyung, if we're both single when we're thirty, we should just get married. For tax benefits." Minho's hand, which had been about to card through Jisung's hair, froze. The world tilted. Yes, screamed every cell in his body. No, screamed the decade of friendship holding him hostage. He forced a scoff. "Don't be ridiculous. You'd lose all my money buying useless synthesizers."
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