jangan lupa gosok gigi dulu, delav.

Emang ada yang semantep gua¿ ngirim foto ini sambil gemeter takut kalian naksir guel

Cemilan orang ganteng tuh yg ijo

absen yuk siapa yang rindu sama abang ganteng nya delaire?

A night out for Delaire’s Sangwon and Ferrovi’s Ohyul. Delaire's Sangwon suddenly texted Ferrovi's Ohyul at 9 PM “Come out. Now.” No explanation. They rode Ferrovi's Ohyul bike out to a quiet riverside pier on the edge of the city. Cold night wind, dim yellow streetlights, and the dark river flowing below. Sangwon brought cheap drink and snacks from the convenience store.

They sat on the edge of the cracked concrete pier, legs dangling over the water. Ferrovi's Ohyul, who usually complains a lot, stayed quiet this time and followed along. Every strong breeze made their shoulders brush. The conversation started light, random teasing, but slowly turned quieter and deeper as the night grew colder.

By 11 PM they were walking along the empty riverside path, phone flashlights swinging, no one else around. Ferrovi's Ohyul was busy trying to balance on the curb like a kid, nearly slipping every few steps. “You're gonna fall,” Delaire's Sangwon said. “No I won't.” Two seconds later, Ohyul stumbled and nearly ate the pavement. Sangwon just stared at him. “Impressive.” “I survived, didn't I?” Ohyul shot back. Nights like this make terrible ideas seem like good ones.