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fleurrina · 4 months

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♥︎ .

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konnp · 6 months

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assalto ao trap

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pink-horizon · 2 months

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𓆛 ˚｡： 𝓣 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 , 𝗒𝗈𝗎 , 𝗒𝗈𝗎 , 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 ! ! ★

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madudobisteca · 2 months

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ㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤ𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋ㅤ 𝖾́ㅤ 𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 ㅤ𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈 ㅤ𝗉𝗋𝖺 ㅤ𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆ㅤ 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗲 ㅤ𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿

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rkkuri · 15 days

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⏆⠀៸⠀⠀⠀⠀i'll just wait for you to bloom⠀⠀☽⠀⠀

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m00nbap · 4 months

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─ 𖧷 🧵 ،، ✶ 🧶 ✩ ‧ ₊ ˚

# BEST B0Y❔

♡ or ↺ if save !

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littlobuni · 2 months

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🚪 ̎͞⬚ dando golpes suavecitos en la puerta de tu corazón ूूू❤︎🌸

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luvietcon · 1 month

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ㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ׅ ⠀⠀⏜ׂ⏜໋ׅ⠀⠀ׅ ⠀⠀ᩴ ︵⠀ׂ⠀꫶ ⠀ׅ⠀⁔

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᡣ𐭩⠀𝗅ׅ𝗂𝗄ׂᧉ ׂ⠀𝗈݀𝗋ׅ ׂ⠀𝗋ᧉ𝖻𝗅ׅ𝗈݀𝗀݀ᥩׅׅᧉ ˳⠀🐇

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s-eomi · 29 days

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⠀𖧷⠀A-B-C-D-L-O-V-E ⠀⣀⣅ ⠀(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ —⊹ ⠀◌ ♫

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arafilez · 11 days

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੭୧ ⼂ LIES YOU BUILT ﹗

ー☆ㅤㅤ [ kwh x reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤangst, no comfort, bsf to strangers ㅤ warnings crying, woonhak is a little toxic ㅤ﹢ㅤ1k wc

Kim Woonhak,

It’s stupid how you still have a mark in my life, the smallest importance with the biggest meaning. Your footprints over my soul never washed away, instead, they stay, stubborn and scratched, like rock carvings. To put it simply I hate you. That is pretty straightforward, isn’t it? I am like that, I have always been like that. Oh, wait you know that already. You used to find me simple, you loved that. Said we completed each other. Now, I cry in my bed thinking about all the lies you fed me about being best friends forever.

Oh, the lies you mastered so well!

I regret every one of those days I had called you up just so I could update you on my life. Every single secret, every laugh, and every tear I had told you of and every bit of our shared stories. I used to be interesting to you, so when did I become so boring that you had to find newer, more popular and cooler friends? What happened to our late-night chats, the ones till three where we both had to hide from our parents with excuses? Where are the stories now? Did you forget them as easily as you threw away our friendship? Did you tell your new friends my stories just so you could get a good laugh out of them? A good laugh out of the class’s lame bitch’s stories- yeah I believe you can do that. If anyone told me a year ago that Kim Woonhak is doing this I would have laughed at their faces. Now, I am the one who scoffs and tells those to the few classmates who feel sympathy for me.

Pathetic! I am pathetic!

There is still no note, no explanation, not a single sentence you said about this while I hold on to the thread loosely binding the last pieces of our friendship. Every time I asked you what was wrong you had one word, “Nothing.” Where was I wrong? I think I was wrong to put my trust in you. Tell me why you left our friendship as if it was not even worth the dirt under your shoe? Tell me why am I still hung up on our last conversation even if it was just you taking advantage of me and wanting my notes? Tell me, did I become lame after you found friends who are more popular than me? Tell me, was I lame the way I behaved? Or was it the way I became loud when I got excited or the way I laughed? Did that make you leave and go to your new friends who have the “cool” aura? How could you take everything I love and crush it so easily? Are your fingers that strong Woonhak?

What happened to our years of friendship Woonhak? Why does this hurt more than any break-up ever did? Why does every time now a simple, sub-important friendship breaks or an argument happens with my friends do I hurriedly apologise multiple times even if I was not in the wrong? Why does it always me feel maybe I am the rotten apple among my friends? Why does your face drop in my mind every time I think I am not enough? Why I am still hung up on you when I have so many newer friends who actually appreciate me? Why do I still picture myself in the mirror arguing with you and putting you in your place with my words and my confidence? Confidence I have only when I am alone? Why do I fantasize about a time you even feel a little fucking sorry for doing all this?

I have so many questions for you, questions I never got to ask and questions that formed later. What did I do for you to break this friendship? Where was I wrong? Why did you start ignoring me that Tuesday when we talked on Monday? Why did you make sure your whole new friend circle hate me? Why did you make fun of me with them? How could you do that? Did our friendship mean nothing to you? Was it that worthless? Was I wasting that much of your time?

Do you think I am being dramatic? Then explain this!

I have so many friends, but every time a minor crack appears, my insecurities build up. Insecurities that weren’t there till you crafted them. Insecurities that weren’t there till you made fun of me in front of me only. Insecurities that weren’t there before you decided to blatantly ignore me one day after our years of friendship. Insecurities that weren’t there until you decided the term best friend is not for me anymore. I would say we both drew blood, and we both got hurt, but were those cuts ever equal?

This is all very straightforward, isn’t it? That’s the second time I am asking you that. Because damn hell, it is. It is my rawest and truest emotions and I don’t want to twist my words to let you know this, which you never will. The worst part of the whole thing is that you will never read this, I will never send this and this will not get you a scratch but it is jabbing my heart multiple times. Twisting the knife you crafted especially for me and pushing it in repeatedly. Why would you do this all to me? Can we talk? Is there something there you never told me and let it build inside you? Or am I just simply horrible? I wish I could let it go, I have tried so many times but I can’t. I wish I could forgive you but what should I forgive you and your cocky, small-minded friends for? Nothing! It is terrible how you come into my mind whenever the smallest incident occurs and I think of telling you, and then it hits me again.

You are still everything to me while I am nothing to you!

From Y/n