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ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐄̂𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒛

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ㅤㅤ flocculent kismet dubiously bedizened,
ㅤㅤ rosette-lit indulgence spilling past
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ petite ephemerality,
ㅤㅤ flabby catalyst sonnets clustering
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ on her day
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new hair! how'd i look?

eh eh eh? ada yang hapibidi nih, siapa ya? 😆❤️

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ࿔𝐓he 𝐃ate 𝐎f 𝐔s. ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ˖ ݁ 🕯 Candlelight spilling across the table, slow songs drifting through the background, and the whole city outside feeling paused just for one night. Delaire’s Ryul sits across from Merfyn’s Ohyul beneath the warm chandelier glow, pretending to focus on the menu while secretly watching every little expression on Ohyul’s face. Crystal glasses clink softly between conversations, jazz wrapping around them like a scene straight out of some expensive old film. ࿔. ⋆

ㅤㅤA fancy date sounds glamorous until the best part turns out to be something smaller, quieter.. Ohyul's stealing fries from Ryul’s plate like it’s part of the love language, Ryul's sliding the untouched dessert over without even complaining, both of them laughing over things that probably wouldn’t sound funny to anyone else. Outside, the city keeps moving in neon colors and midnight traffic, but inside the restaurant, time feels slower somehow. Less like a date, more like a scene neither of them wants to leave.
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