Apa cuman adik yang imut disini

Aku umur 19 tapi masih kaya bocil 😭😭 cewe ada yang mau ga yaa?? 🥺 Hha maaf gua gak suka nongkrong gua sukanya dirumah bantuin mama gua soalnya gua anak baik 😂😂 hah? Apa? Rokok? Maaf ya gua gak ngerokok soalnya gak baik buat gua ahahahah😅 kayak gua gak pernah ngomong kasar sekalipun, gua bobrok banget maaf wkwk Apa gw doang ya cowok gak gak ngerokok, yang gak pernah balapan, gak pernah mainin cewe hahahaha😂 gw sukanya cewe yang berhijab dan alim soalnya mereka menutup auratnya buat suaminya nanti hahaha mereka alim kayak gua 😂😂😂😂 gua gak pernah nongkrong gak pernah ngomong kasar, is it normal guys??? 😆Apa cuman gua didunia ini yg gaksuka main cewe??? 😭😭😭😭

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A little cat encounter turned into a soft memory, while the city lights painted the night in gold. Velthrone’s Dohoon & Berthouven’s Minju | Two friends wandering through quiet streets, sitting by the riverside with laughter that melted into the night breeze, and ramen cups that felt warmer than they should. Between random jokes, soft pauses, and reflections dancing on the water, the world felt gentler somehow . . .

As the wind carried their laughter away, the moment lingered like a quiet afterglow that stays long after the night ends.


October 8th 2025.

It started as a random idea—four friends, Velthrone’s sarang, Lämke’s Yunha, Scalden’s Jungeun and Roscoe’s Maki, deciding to bake something in the middle of the night just because none of us felt like sleeping. The kitchen was a mess within minutes: Everything was going fine until someone opened the fridge and realized—we were out of eggs. Total silence for three seconds, then chaos.

We argued over who should go out to buy them, since it was already close to midnight, and obviously, nobody wanted to leave the warm kitchen. In the end, Lämke’s Yunha and Roscoe’s Maki, grabbed their jackets, and left into the quiet night to hunt for eggs. The rest of us stayed behind, trying to keep the batter alive and not burn the kitchen down.

It wasn’t perfect, not even close, but somehow that night felt like one of those small, stupidly fun moments you never forget—just four friends, a messy kitchen, and a story that started with “we ran out of eggs!”