︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎THE JOURNEY THROUGH HARMONY︎︎
︎︎   Kindled  With   A Dream,  Embraced  From
   The Hearts. Growth—Learning—Becoming.
︎︎ ︎︎  Two Years,  Fargments  Of  Love  Found in
︎︎ ︎︎  Poignant  Scenes  Of Lore.    ⚅  

︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ 🎥    𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢,  (𝟶𝟶𝟽) ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎

Last night, around 9 PM, Cherrilane’s Juhoon asked Hutchinson’s Martin to go eat with him. But Martin said he hadn’t finished working on his music yet so, of course, Juhoon had no choice but to wait.

Hours passed.

By almost midnight, Martin still wasn’t done… but instead, he had fallen asleep on the floor, his guitar still in his arms.

“Oh, he’s a real musician, isn’t he?” Juhoon murmured, watching him.
“Hey, wake up. We haven’t eaten since evening—aren’t you hungry?” Juhoon said, gently nudging Martin awake.

Martin finally got up and washed his face. Not long after, they headed out to the nearest convenience store and grabbed two cups of noodles.

“Ooh, look at him—a gentleman, paying for my meal… though I had to wait almost 12 hours for this,” Juhoon teased sarcastically.

And just like that, they ended the day with full stomachs and happy hearts.

Just a chill night out, nothing planned — just boys time. The city lights were on, and it ended up being a simple walk between Yayah and me, Sangwon. No destination, just walking around, snapping a few random pictures, and laughing at everything.

"Capek nggak ko?" Yayah asked me.
“Belum, Yah. Koko kuat kok, lari buat sampe rumah juga bisa ini” I said confidently.
"Bener nih? Masih jauh dari rumah loh" Yayah raised his eyebrow.
"SERIUSS. sekarang kita lomba lari deh, yang nyampe rumah duluan tidurnya dipeluk ibun!" I ran first while holding back my laughter.
“Eh koko curang!” Yayah shouted, immediately running after me.

They finally stopped in front of the house, both out of breath.
"Yayah kalah, berarti hari ini koko yang dipeluk ibun" I stick out my tongue.
"Gaboleh! Kita tidur bertiga, Yayah mau peluk ibun juga!"

And boys time tonight turned into a random race, ending with lots of laughter — and sweat too, of course.

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄
WHERE MEMORIES 'แค่นาทีเดียว'
QUIETLY BLOSSOM (&.) ANEW
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#AMinuteWithPhuwin fragments of the past begin to unfurl—soft, wistful, and tenderly alive. Like petals awakening after a long slumber, echoes of yesterday intertwine with the present, crafting a serene tapestry of nostalgia and quiet affection.

Time, ever patient and
enigmatic, whispers its
truth through fleeting (i)
moments 𐀶

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