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.

OMBAK AWAS OMBAK SEMUANYAAAAA 🌊

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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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