House of Dulcia : Where Every Soul Tastes Like Candy
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ㅤBeneath the warmth sky, We, ready
ㅤto keep the sweetness alive.

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dede pulang gakko dan cece koko lupa jemput, akhirnya dede main dulu di lorong sekolah sendirian. itu dede minta di fotoin temen hehehe, nyimut kan?
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​That day, when Scalden’s Ian came over to stay, the atmosphere felt a bit more lively than usual. Dulcia’s Junhwi had this grand plan for a pancake feast, but Ian’s only strategy with the stove is "maximum power." Within seconds, the first few pancakes were already charred beyond recognition.

​"Ian, astaga, itu apinya kegedean! Keburu gosong semua nanti," Junhwi said while trying to rescue the batter. Ian just gave Junhwi this blank stare like she was waiting for the stove to fix itself, and they ended up laughing at our sad, crispy dinner.

​After they finished their questionable meal, they just sprawled out on the bed to rewatch Sakamoto Days. They were supposed to pay attention to the plot, but they were too busy making fun of the characters and talking over the best scenes. Eventually, the cozy room and the full stomachs won the battle.

​"Duh, udah ya, aku nonton sambil merem aja ce..." Ian muttered as she started drifting off, and before Junhwi knew it, they both completely passed out.
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photo taken by my boyfriend (seonghyeon)! 🤍 🤍
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          In a metropolis suspended between illusion and reality, where synthetic lights outshine the stars, something stirs beneath the surface.
          A dormant sequence, long forgotten, begins to reassemble itself piece by piece, signal by signal. Each pulse carries a presence, each presence a story waiting to surface.
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