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labyrinth, but twisted. pic.twitter.com/e3SZsEzEZA
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) April 9, 2024

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I know my car isn’t his— https://t.co/TqJB6MrySu

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I know my car isn’t his— pic.twitter.com/TqJB6MrySu
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) March 20, 2024

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I know my car isn’t his— https://t.co/TqJB6MrySu

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I know my car isn’t his— https://t.co/TqJB6MrySu

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even if it’s a false god; https://t.co/Fai4fbkK2l

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even if it’s a false god; pic.twitter.com/Fai4fbkK2l
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) March 22, 2024

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even if it’s a false god; https://t.co/Fai4fbkK2l

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even if it’s a false god; https://t.co/Fai4fbkK2l

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where did my centerfold go?
—a wonwoo short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s coney island (ft. the national)

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where did my centerfold go?
—a wonwoo short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s coney island (ft. the national)

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where did my centerfold go?
—a wonwoo short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s coney island (ft. the national)

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— instantdumplings (@sorantares) March 23, 2024

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where did my centerfold go?
—a wonwoo short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s coney island (ft. the national)

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/hyS8qdgmvR

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where did my centerfold go?
—a wonwoo short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s coney island (ft. the national)

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/hyS8qdgmvR

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where did my centerfold go?
—a wonwoo short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s coney island (ft. the national)

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somewhere in the haze,

       got
a
      sense
                         I’d been betrayed.

—a hoshi short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s the great war (but my hand wasn’t the one he reached for).

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somewhere in the haze,

       got
a
      sense
                         I’d been betrayed.

—a hoshi short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s the great war (but my hand wasn’t the one he reached for).

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somewhere in the haze,

got
a
sense
I’d been betrayed.

—a hoshi short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s the great war (but my hand wasn’t the one he reached for).

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— instantdumplings (@sorantares) February 20, 2024

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somewhere in the haze,

       got
a
      sense
                         I’d been betrayed.

—a hoshi short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s the great war (but my hand wasn’t the one he reached for).

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/CI2DzISorv

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somewhere in the haze,

       got
a
      sense
                         I’d been betrayed.

—a hoshi short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s the great war (but my hand wasn’t the one he reached for).

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/CI2DzISorv

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somewhere in the haze,

       got
a
      sense
                         I’d been betrayed.

—a hoshi short narrative, inspired by taylor swift’s the great war (but my hand wasn’t the one he reached for).

© instantdumplings 🥟

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#mingyu; the epitome of love. https://t.co/1zZpuZr10Y

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#mingyu; the epitome of love. pic.twitter.com/1zZpuZr10Y
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) February 28, 2024

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#mingyu; the epitome of love. https://t.co/1zZpuZr10Y

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#mingyu; the epitome of love. https://t.co/1zZpuZr10Y

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to #seungcheol; the amends to all my pains.

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to #seungcheol; the amends to all my pains. https://t.co/YnJOOqCL15

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to #seungcheol; the amends to all my pains. pic.twitter.com/YnJOOqCL15
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) February 28, 2024

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to #seungcheol; the amends to all my pains. https://t.co/YnJOOqCL15

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to #seungcheol; the amends to all my pains. https://t.co/YnJOOqCL15

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to #seungcheol; the amends to all my pains.

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to #minghao; i’d be honored to have my heart broken by you. i’d be honored to be branded by my muse—even when it leaves a scar so deep i’d still carry it to my next lifetime.

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to #minghao; i’d be honored to have my heart broken by you. i’d be honored to be branded by my muse—even when it leaves a scar so deep i’d still carry it to my next lifetime. https://t.co/80UUl3VK2R

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to #minghao; i’d be honored to have my heart broken by you. i’d be honored to be branded by my muse—even when it leaves a scar so deep i’d still carry it to my next lifetime. pic.twitter.com/80UUl3VK2R
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) February 29, 2024

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to #minghao; i’d be honored to have my heart broken by you. i’d be honored to be branded by my muse—even when it leaves a scar so deep i’d still carry it to my next lifetime. https://t.co/80UUl3VK2R

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to #minghao; i’d be honored to have my heart broken by you. i’d be honored to be branded by my muse—even when it leaves a scar so deep i’d still carry it to my next lifetime. https://t.co/80UUl3VK2R

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to #minghao; i’d be honored to have my heart broken by you. i’d be honored to be branded by my muse—even when it leaves a scar so deep i’d still carry it to my next lifetime.

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I’d still send you love letters from six feet under, love. I’d still send you love letters from the seventh heaven. I’d still send you love letters when I’m at my last lifetime—I’d only stop when love dies (𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵; 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵).

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I’d still send you love letters from six feet under, love. I’d still send you love letters from the seventh heaven. I’d still send you love letters when I’m at my last lifetime—I’d only stop when love dies (𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵; 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵). https://t.co/CCrj3vDQCh

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I’d still send you love letters from six feet under, love. I’d still send you love letters from the seventh heaven. I’d still send you love letters when I’m at my last lifetime—I’d only stop when love dies (𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵; 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵). pic.twitter.com/CCrj3vDQCh
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) February 27, 2024

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I’d still send you love letters from six feet under, love. I’d still send you love letters from the seventh heaven. I’d still send you love letters when I’m at my last lifetime—I’d only stop when love dies (𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵; 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵). https://t.co/CCrj3vDQCh

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I’d still send you love letters from six feet under, love. I’d still send you love letters from the seventh heaven. I’d still send you love letters when I’m at my last lifetime—I’d only stop when love dies (𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵; 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵). https://t.co/CCrj3vDQCh

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I’d still send you love letters from six feet under, love. I’d still send you love letters from the seventh heaven. I’d still send you love letters when I’m at my last lifetime—I’d only stop when love dies (𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵; 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵).

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the ruins were once a castle;
mingyu short narrative.

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the ruins were once a castle;
mingyu short narrative.

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the ruins were once a castle;
mingyu short narrative.

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— instantdumplings (@sorantares) March 5, 2024

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the ruins were once a castle;
mingyu short narrative.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/8NbHkcUJh2

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the ruins were once a castle;
mingyu short narrative.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/8NbHkcUJh2

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the ruins were once a castle;
mingyu short narrative.

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to #minghao; I regret you all the time.

inspired by taylor’s would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

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to #minghao; I regret you all the time.

inspired by taylor’s would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/i334TOOEja

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to #minghao; I regret you all the time.

inspired by taylor’s would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/i334TOOEja
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) March 4, 2024

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to #minghao; I regret you all the time.

inspired by taylor’s would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/i334TOOEja

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to #minghao; I regret you all the time.

inspired by taylor’s would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/i334TOOEja

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to #minghao; I regret you all the time.

inspired by taylor’s would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

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dear #seungcheol; I’d still choose this pain over and over again.

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dear #seungcheol; I’d still choose this pain over and over again. https://t.co/neWJJQuaCh

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dear #seungcheol; I’d still choose this pain over and over again. pic.twitter.com/neWJJQuaCh
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) March 4, 2024

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dear #seungcheol; I’d still choose this pain over and over again. https://t.co/neWJJQuaCh

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dear #seungcheol; I’d still choose this pain over and over again. https://t.co/neWJJQuaCh

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dear #seungcheol; I’d still choose this pain over and over again.

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to #leechan; don’t you ask me when I fell in love.

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to #leechan; don’t you ask me when I fell in love. https://t.co/BKa4b1SsFD

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to #leechan; don’t you ask me when I fell in love. pic.twitter.com/BKa4b1SsFD
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) March 2, 2024

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to #leechan; don’t you ask me when I fell in love. https://t.co/BKa4b1SsFD

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to #leechan; don’t you ask me when I fell in love. https://t.co/BKa4b1SsFD

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to #leechan; don’t you ask me when I fell in love.

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to: Seungcheol,
I hope you’ll have a nice day.

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to: Seungcheol,
I hope you’ll have a nice day.

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to: Seungcheol,
I hope you’ll have a nice day.

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— instantdumplings (@sorantares) March 10, 2024

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to: Seungcheol,
I hope you’ll have a nice day.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/feUI1AgdI5

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to: Seungcheol,
I hope you’ll have a nice day.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/feUI1AgdI5

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to: Seungcheol,
I hope you’ll have a nice day.

© instantdumplings 🥟

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when dokyeom was a lover, three summers; and then a stranger, forever.

inspired by taylor swift’s lover, but twisted.

© instantdumplings 🥟

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when dokyeom was a lover, three summers; and then a stranger, forever.

inspired by taylor swift’s lover, but twisted.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/Ck77lqdwAF

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when dokyeom was a lover, three summers; and then a stranger, forever.

inspired by taylor swift’s lover, but twisted.

© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/Ck77lqdwAF
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) March 11, 2024

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when dokyeom was a lover, three summers; and then a stranger, forever.

inspired by taylor swift’s lover, but twisted.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/Ck77lqdwAF

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when dokyeom was a lover, three summers; and then a stranger, forever.

inspired by taylor swift’s lover, but twisted.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/Ck77lqdwAF

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when dokyeom was a lover, three summers; and then a stranger, forever.

inspired by taylor swift’s lover, but twisted.

© instantdumplings 🥟

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there’s an ache in you; https://t.co/ooCjoqxIH3

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there’s an ache in you; pic.twitter.com/ooCjoqxIH3
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) March 15, 2024

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there’s an ache in you; https://t.co/ooCjoqxIH3

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there’s an ache in you; https://t.co/ooCjoqxIH3

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"You were my town; now I'm in exile, seeing you out."https://open.spotify.com/track/4pvb0WLRcMtbPGmtejJJ6y?si=FKvIqGDsQ_it2_IzvSnAYg
I never knew that you could grieve upon the living. I never knew that a body could turn cold upon receiving a kiss while still had blood running in its veins. I never knew that love- our love, to be exact -was in a short supply and one day we would run out of it.

I knew you were trying to comfort me, but my body had been programmed to react differently to your backhugs; it could recall the thousand ones we've had before, and it always ended up with us tangled, intertwined, mind and body collided. I didn't know this hug would mean something else completely- that something being a goodbye -so I just kissed you, like how I usually did.

For the first time in my life knowing you, you didn't return my kiss. You didn't receive my lips like you starved off of it for years; and the gap between yours stayed closed. As I pulled away in disappointment, you looked at me in fretful gaze.

"We can't. We shouldn't."

"Please?" Don't beg. Don't beg for his love, I tell you. If he wanted to leave, don't stretch out a finger just to make him stay. "You're only leaving tomorrow. Tonight is still ours. Tonight I'm still yours, and you're still mine. Can we... pretend... just for tonight?"
Pathetic.
You started to waver upon hearing my desperate plea. As I began to let go the idea of savoring you for the last time, you grabbed my waist and kissed me like a tiger who had starved for a week and finally caught a lifeless deer.

You parted my lips eagerly as your hand traveled south, unraveling every bits of clothes above my bare skin. I kept on telling myself that the love I usually tasted in your mouth was still there, and I tried to ignore the sound of my heart breaking- coz I tasted nothing. You ripped apart both my top and my heart, and as I tried to return your kiss with every life left in me, you lifted me up and brought me to our bed.

This scene was familiar since I've been through it million times. Night and day, I didn't need to wait until New Year's Eve just to be kissed like I was the only thing that mattered in the whole universe. This scene should be near-so why did it feel alien? Your touch, your kiss, the way your hand cupped my breast, how you traced my neck and my jawline with your tongue... They all felt bare.

"Keep going, Soonyoung," I told you as I was reaching for your pants and the bulge underneath. I had to restrain myself so I wouldn't scream look, even your body still memorizes me, your body still wants me. "I'm yours. Use me as you like." Use me to mend your heart, use me as your consolation in the middle of the night, my soul is all yours.

"You think you can take it? You think you can take me whole?" You asked while keeping my legs open as I was unconsciously squirming everytime your finger touched my sensitive spot. See, you memorized me as if I'm your favorite city. You knew where your favorite place was. You knew the best spot that would show you stars. You've bought the land where you'd build a home.
So why did you decide to move town?
I ran my fingers up your arms-I could name all the constellation on your back, coz I was the one who gave them love kisses every night. I placed my hands on your nape as you started to fit yourself in me-make yourself at home, Soonyoung. This body of mine had always been the temple you worshipped, and tomorrow it'd be one abandoned site you've denied. You let out pleased moan as you started to rock your hips above mine, and our eyes met.
Even your eyes had started to disassociate.
"Tell me if I'm going too rough."

"Not rough enough, Soonyoung-ah." I kissed your bare chest as I was savoring every thrust. "Fuck me until I'm ruined." Fuck me until nobody else can use me. Fuck me until I'm bare in the woods and even vultures don't want whatever's left of me.

The only sounds heard in our room was the collision of our bare skin, me whimpering, and you whispering "I'm sorry," over and over again. Screw you, I don't want to hear that. Tell me "I love you" "My everything" "I could love you forever" like you used to. I don't need an apology-I need you.

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"You were my town; now I'm in exile, seeing you out."

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"It's silent as we trade mouths; but I hear you loud and clear."https://open.spotify.com/track/0IGknPywRZrcd8JiGhhyNj?si=XAJUCmbLRv-eyYyfw80c4w
Funny how bed became the place where I see him the most-and how I see the most of him, if not all of him. Be it his place or mine, night or day, I left everything when he called. Trust me, it's not love; it never was. I'd call my desire to kiss his lean body anything else other than love. I mean... I would always lust over his perfect built. His torso. His faint abs and the strong muscles underneath. His perfect length that fit me so perfectly I was assured I was his missing puzzle piece. The coldness of his necklace-the only thing he wore that I would never take off.

Still; it's not love. It's everything but love.

One thing I learned about him on our... 15th time fucking, maybe? Or was it 20th? I don't know, I lost count-was that he never once kissed my lips. He kissed me everywhere-even at the place where my hands could not reach-but my lips.

Maybe it will break the spell? I don't know. I don't dare to ask him, just in case asking would also contribute in breaking the spells.

Tonight he picks his place since he wants to watch his team plays against Brentsomething-I don't know, I frankly don't care-while doing me. I call it romantic when he's groaning for both the goals and the orgasm. When his team is in for injury time, he's also in for another round.

Victory for both us and the team he's betting on, I guess.

"You okay?" He asks in between his short breaths, and I lowkey admiring his ability to pay attention in so many things at the same time cause I could never. I realign my hips to his so I can see where he impales me better and he chuckles at my cheeky gesture. "Yeah, I guess? Even tho I wish your team loses so I could get an angry sex or something."

He bites my neck and I bite my lower lip at the sudden arrival of pleasure. "Don't. You. Dare."

The injury time is almost at its end and no one seems to get even just one feet closer to the goalpost. Through every thrust I could feel his frustration grows even more and to be honest-that was heavenly. I think I could do this all day. I would wish ill to all his teams so I could stay in this heaven longer than usual.

I plant kisses on his neck, his jaw, as I'm so close to my third orgasm tonight-when his team finally scores its determining goals. His thrusts suddenly grow uneven and so rough that I start to see more stars than usual-and at his last thrust he stops abruptly, and as the wave of unfathomable pleasure comes washing both of us, he kisses me on the lips.

I don't have time to process-my body immediately reacts to him, returning the kiss with the same fire, surrendering to his invasion.

The kiss is full of emotions I can't explain-as if it's the only way to brand me as a trophy of victory. It's harsh, it's rough, it's lustful at the beginning but as our muscles start to relax the kiss grows into something else differently: it's slow, it's soft, it could last forever.
First kiss.
My hand reaches for his nape and rests there as he parts the closed gap of my lips with his. He tasted of wine (we drank a lot of it); me (the last thing he ate); and dreams (I see stars when I close my eyes).
Second kiss.
He cups my jaw with his veiny hands and it sends shiver all over my body-and I think he knows it, coz as he proceeds to lay his fingers everywhere else I can feel his smirk in between the work he's done to keep my lips in his. My heart beats like a deranged marching band-I've never heard it that loud, am I about to die?
Third, fourth, fifth, infinity.

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"It's silent as we trade mouths; but I hear you loud and clear."

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Wonwoo — and the invisible string that was only visible to me.

inspired by taylor swift’s invisible string (twisted version.

© instantdumplings 🥟

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Wonwoo — and the invisible string that was only visible to me.

inspired by taylor swift’s invisible string (twisted version.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/zC5ReZo8vY

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Wonwoo — and the invisible string that was only visible to me.

inspired by taylor swift’s invisible string (twisted version.

© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/zC5ReZo8vY
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) February 17, 2024

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Wonwoo — and the invisible string that was only visible to me.

inspired by taylor swift’s invisible string (twisted version.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/zC5ReZo8vY

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Wonwoo — and the invisible string that was only visible to me.

inspired by taylor swift’s invisible string (twisted version.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/zC5ReZo8vY

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Wonwoo — and the invisible string that was only visible to me.

inspired by taylor swift’s invisible string (twisted version.

© instantdumplings 🥟

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Vernon—after he moved to New York;
a short narrative.

inspired by niki’s la la lost you
© instantdumplings 🥟

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Vernon—after he moved to New York;
a short narrative.

inspired by niki’s la la lost you
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/ASDodj90dQ

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Vernon—after he moved to New York;
a short narrative.

inspired by niki’s la la lost you
© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/ASDodj90dQ
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) February 8, 2024

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Vernon—after he moved to New York;
a short narrative.

inspired by niki’s la la lost you
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/ASDodj90dQ

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Vernon—after he moved to New York;
a short narrative.

inspired by niki’s la la lost you
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/ASDodj90dQ

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Vernon—after he moved to New York;
a short narrative.

inspired by niki’s la la lost you
© instantdumplings 🥟

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day 1 berusaha dapetin hati elias https://t.co/NIsZq5qFYy

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day 1 berusaha dapetin hati elias pic.twitter.com/NIsZq5qFYy
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 27, 2024

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day 1 berusaha dapetin hati elias https://t.co/NIsZq5qFYy

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day 1 berusaha dapetin hati elias https://t.co/NIsZq5qFYy

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It's just a simple dinner
But the dinner of my childhood was never simple. It's always cold soup, yesterday's bread, and screaming matches behind the kitchen counter. I would eat all of them in maddening silence but other than Mother and Father's scratching voices, I could also hear the sound of my heart getting shattered.
It's just a simple dinner
But the dinner of my adolescent days was nonexistent. The dining table had always been empty, the fridge was full of unused and rotten ingredients. Mother was in front of the TV, watching her past glory in fading colors. I mostly stayed inside my room or outside the house; never in-between.
It's just a simple dinner
But it was a dinner I cooked for myself, my first ever dinner that was eaten within the peacefulness of my empty flat. To call it dinner was an overstatement at some point, and yet it was the only food I could completely remember the taste of. Instant ramen and half-boiled egg; suddenly my heart was filled with regrets. If only Mother could taste the warmth of this soup too - but she's half confused, half clueless, as to why one should never have cold soup and heated arguments in their kitchen.
It's just a simple dinner
It's not much since I'm not a cook; the least I can do is cook my own comfort food. The food that had always been there for me - I'm just trying to reinvent them. I'm just trying to turn the cold soup warm, to give some pepper & salt in the omelet, and to eat freshly cooked rice instead of reheating the old hard ones.

"What did you put inside the soup? I swear, this is the most delicious soup I've ever eaten. I'm such a lucky man." You cup my cheeks as you shower me in compliments and I just now know that - love doesn't leave a red bloody handprint there, love leaves warmth, giddy feeling instead.

I cry.

" It's just a simple dinner... "

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to love him freely—within the space he creates for me.
a minghao short narrative.

inspired by taylor swift’s labyrinth.
© instantdumplings 🥟

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to love him freely—within the space he creates for me.
a minghao short narrative.

inspired by taylor swift’s labyrinth.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/RJUcIwffm2

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to love him freely—within the space he creates for me.
a minghao short narrative.

inspired by taylor swift’s labyrinth.
© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/RJUcIwffm2
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 26, 2024

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to love him freely—within the space he creates for me.
a minghao short narrative.

inspired by taylor swift’s labyrinth.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/RJUcIwffm2

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to love him freely—within the space he creates for me.
a minghao short narrative.

inspired by taylor swift’s labyrinth.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/RJUcIwffm2

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to love him freely—within the space he creates for me.
a minghao short narrative.

inspired by taylor swift’s labyrinth.
© instantdumplings 🥟

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Jeonghan; ma ville lumière—
a short narrative.

specially requested by @honsdew 🤍
© instantdumplings 🥟

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Jeonghan; ma ville lumière—
a short narrative.

specially requested by @honsdew 🤍
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/4Ldvo5pnxK

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Jeonghan; ma ville lumière—
a short narrative.

specially requested by @honsdew 🤍
© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/4Ldvo5pnxK
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 25, 2024

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Jeonghan; ma ville lumière—
a short narrative.

specially requested by @honsdew 🤍
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/4Ldvo5pnxK

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Jeonghan; ma ville lumière—
a short narrative.

specially requested by @honsdew 🤍
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/4Ldvo5pnxK

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Jeonghan; ma ville lumière—
a short narrative.

specially requested by @honsdew 🤍
© instantdumplings 🥟

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ocean wide, miles deep.
—
a mingyu x oc au.

© instantdumplings 🥟

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ocean wide, miles deep.
—
a mingyu x oc au.

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ocean wide, miles deep.
—
a mingyu x oc au.

© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/qG3ZtVIABU
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 22, 2024

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ocean wide, miles deep.
—
a mingyu x oc au.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/qG3ZtVIABU

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ocean wide, miles deep.
—
a mingyu x oc au.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/qG3ZtVIABU

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ocean wide, miles deep.
—
a mingyu x oc au.

© instantdumplings 🥟

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pic.twitter.com/dedHTeybLm
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 16, 2024

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he won’t just peel an orange for me he brings me a whole garden 🧡 #MeadowofCARAT

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he won’t just peel an orange for me he brings me a whole garden 🧡 #MeadowofCARAT https://t.co/7rCqsyHVbw

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he won’t just peel an orange for me he brings me a whole garden 🧡 #MeadowofCARAT pic.twitter.com/7rCqsyHVbw
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 17, 2024

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he won’t just peel an orange for me he brings me a whole garden 🧡 #MeadowofCARAT https://t.co/7rCqsyHVbw

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he won’t just peel an orange for me he brings me a whole garden 🧡 #MeadowofCARAT https://t.co/7rCqsyHVbw

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he won’t just peel an orange for me he brings me a whole garden 🧡 #MeadowofCARAT

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love in a sunlit room;
a poetry.

#MeadowofCARAT

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love in a sunlit room;
a poetry.

#MeadowofCARAT https://t.co/uP7r72ApMT

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love in a sunlit room;
a poetry.#MeadowofCARAT pic.twitter.com/uP7r72ApMT
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 16, 2024

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love in a sunlit room;
a poetry.

#MeadowofCARAT https://t.co/uP7r72ApMT

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love in a sunlit room;
a poetry.

#MeadowofCARAT https://t.co/uP7r72ApMT

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love in a sunlit room;
a poetry.

#MeadowofCARAT

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happy birthday, our loveliest boo. i hope the world will always be kind to you.

#뿌이팅해야지_오늘은_승관이날
#happyBOOday #MeadowofCARAT @pledis_17

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뿌이팅해야지_오늘은_승관이날

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happy birthday, our loveliest boo. i hope the world will always be kind to you.

#뿌이팅해야지_오늘은_승관이날
#happyBOOday #MeadowofCARAT @pledis_17 https://t.co/1Q5w7FHThw

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happy birthday, our loveliest boo. i hope the world will always be kind to you.#뿌이팅해야지_오늘은_승관이날#happyBOOday #MeadowofCARAT @pledis_17 pic.twitter.com/1Q5w7FHThw
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 15, 2024

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happy birthday, our loveliest boo. i hope the world will always be kind to you.

#뿌이팅해야지_오늘은_승관이날
#happyBOOday #MeadowofCARAT @pledis_17 https://t.co/1Q5w7FHThw

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happy birthday, our loveliest boo. i hope the world will always be kind to you.

#뿌이팅해야지_오늘은_승관이날
#happyBOOday #MeadowofCARAT @pledis_17 https://t.co/1Q5w7FHThw

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happy birthday, our loveliest boo. i hope the world will always be kind to you.

#뿌이팅해야지_오늘은_승관이날
#happyBOOday #MeadowofCARAT @pledis_17

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뿌이팅해야지_오늘은_승관이날

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dear Wonwoo—what if I forget you?

inspired by m83’s wait.
© instantdumplings 🥟

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dear Wonwoo—what if I forget you?

inspired by m83’s wait.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/PJdk5yXg1H

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dear Wonwoo—what if I forget you?

inspired by m83’s wait.
© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/PJdk5yXg1H
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 15, 2024

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dear Wonwoo—what if I forget you?

inspired by m83’s wait.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/PJdk5yXg1H

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dear Wonwoo—what if I forget you?

inspired by m83’s wait.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/PJdk5yXg1H

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dear Wonwoo—what if I forget you?

inspired by m83’s wait.
© instantdumplings 🥟

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dear Minghao, what do I do now that the restaurant is closed?
—
a short narrative inspired by taylor’s right where you left me.
© instantdumplings 🥟

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dear Minghao, what do I do now that the restaurant is closed?
—
a short narrative inspired by taylor’s right where you left me.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/IWcKXJipmb

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dear Minghao, what do I do now that the restaurant is closed?
—
a short narrative inspired by taylor’s right where you left me.
© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/IWcKXJipmb
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 8, 2024

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dear Minghao, what do I do now that the restaurant is closed?
—
a short narrative inspired by taylor’s right where you left me.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/IWcKXJipmb

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dear Minghao, what do I do now that the restaurant is closed?
—
a short narrative inspired by taylor’s right where you left me.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/IWcKXJipmb

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dear Minghao, what do I do now that the restaurant is closed?
—
a short narrative inspired by taylor’s right where you left me.
© instantdumplings 🥟

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dear Seungcheol; see you in another lifetime.
—
inspired by niki’s the apartment we won’t share.
© instantdumplings 🥟

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dear Seungcheol; see you in another lifetime.
—
inspired by niki’s the apartment we won’t share.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/qqamuLt8PQ

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dear Seungcheol; see you in another lifetime.
—
inspired by niki’s the apartment we won’t share.
© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/qqamuLt8PQ
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 9, 2024

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dear Seungcheol; see you in another lifetime.
—
inspired by niki’s the apartment we won’t share.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/qqamuLt8PQ

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dear Seungcheol; see you in another lifetime.
—
inspired by niki’s the apartment we won’t share.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/qqamuLt8PQ

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dear Seungcheol; see you in another lifetime.
—
inspired by niki’s the apartment we won’t share.
© instantdumplings 🥟

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seungcheol —as illicit affairs.
© instantdumplings 🥟

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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seungcheol —as illicit affairs.
© instantdumplings 🥟

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/1S7ggkCJKX

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seungcheol —as illicit affairs.
© instantdumplings 🥟

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 pic.twitter.com/1S7ggkCJKX
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 3, 2024

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seungcheol —as illicit affairs.
© instantdumplings 🥟

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/1S7ggkCJKX

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seungcheol —as illicit affairs.
© instantdumplings 🥟

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/1S7ggkCJKX

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seungcheol —as illicit affairs.
© instantdumplings 🥟

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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seungcheol —and borrowed time;
a short narrative.

inspired by lady a’s - dancing away with my heart 🤍

© instantdumplings 🥟

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seungcheol —and borrowed time;
a short narrative.

inspired by lady a’s - dancing away with my heart 🤍

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/X6ievO8KwA

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seungcheol —and borrowed time;
a short narrative.

inspired by lady a’s - dancing away with my heart 🤍

© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/X6ievO8KwA
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 24, 2023

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seungcheol —and borrowed time;
a short narrative.

inspired by lady a’s - dancing away with my heart 🤍

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/X6ievO8KwA

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seungcheol —and borrowed time;
a short narrative.

inspired by lady a’s - dancing away with my heart 🤍

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/X6ievO8KwA

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seungcheol —and borrowed time;
a short narrative.

inspired by lady a’s - dancing away with my heart 🤍

© instantdumplings 🥟

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I wasn’t much of a person who celebrates any kind of day but you feel like a new year to me —you bring a sense of hope, a sense of something new, a chance to begin again, a moment of mercy. as if my past mistakes were forgiven the moment you lock your eyes on mine;

warm.

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I wasn’t much of a person who celebrates any kind of day but you feel like a new year to me —you bring a sense of hope, a sense of something new, a chance to begin again, a moment of mercy. as if my past mistakes were forgiven the moment you lock your eyes on mine;

warm. https://t.co/FH8uARJozZ

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I wasn’t much of a person who celebrates any kind of day but you feel like a new year to me —you bring a sense of hope, a sense of something new, a chance to begin again, a moment of mercy. as if my past mistakes were forgiven the moment you lock your eyes on mine;

warm. pic.twitter.com/FH8uARJozZ
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 27, 2023

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I wasn’t much of a person who celebrates any kind of day but you feel like a new year to me —you bring a sense of hope, a sense of something new, a chance to begin again, a moment of mercy. as if my past mistakes were forgiven the moment you lock your eyes on mine;

warm. https://t.co/FH8uARJozZ

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I wasn’t much of a person who celebrates any kind of day but you feel like a new year to me —you bring a sense of hope, a sense of something new, a chance to begin again, a moment of mercy. as if my past mistakes were forgiven the moment you lock your eyes on mine;

warm. https://t.co/FH8uARJozZ

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I wasn’t much of a person who celebrates any kind of day but you feel like a new year to me —you bring a sense of hope, a sense of something new, a chance to begin again, a moment of mercy. as if my past mistakes were forgiven the moment you lock your eyes on mine;

warm.

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I wished for a remedy and he came along; so I guess universe heard me and my faint-spoken wish.

dandelion dino—a poetry;
inspired by this lovely artwork by @soonihae 🥹🤍 glad that it passed my timeline i’ll treasure this dandelion dino with all my heart 🥹

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I wished for a remedy and he came along; so I guess universe heard me and my faint-spoken wish.

dandelion dino—a poetry;
inspired by this lovely artwork by @soonihae 🥹🤍 glad that it passed my timeline i’ll treasure this dandelion dino with all my heart 🥹 https://t.co/QxFZf3jTIZ

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I wished for a remedy and he came along; so I guess universe heard me and my faint-spoken wish.

dandelion dino—a poetry;
inspired by this lovely artwork by @soonihae 🥹🤍 glad that it passed my timeline i’ll treasure this dandelion dino with all my heart 🥹 pic.twitter.com/QxFZf3jTIZ
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 29, 2023

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I wished for a remedy and he came along; so I guess universe heard me and my faint-spoken wish.

dandelion dino—a poetry;
inspired by this lovely artwork by @soonihae 🥹🤍 glad that it passed my timeline i’ll treasure this dandelion dino with all my heart 🥹 https://t.co/QxFZf3jTIZ

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I wished for a remedy and he came along; so I guess universe heard me and my faint-spoken wish.

dandelion dino—a poetry;
inspired by this lovely artwork by @soonihae 🥹🤍 glad that it passed my timeline i’ll treasure this dandelion dino with all my heart 🥹 https://t.co/QxFZf3jTIZ

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I wished for a remedy and he came along; so I guess universe heard me and my faint-spoken wish.

dandelion dino—a poetry;
inspired by this lovely artwork by @soonihae 🥹🤍 glad that it passed my timeline i’ll treasure this dandelion dino with all my heart 🥹

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far was the moon when you’re walking me home—hand in your pocket & the trees we haunted with kisses on my forehead every night. I’m never a creature of habit but I could get used to this, to your kept promises, to your loving manners; to saying ‘I love you’ in endless repetition.

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far was the moon when you’re walking me home—hand in your pocket & the trees we haunted with kisses on my forehead every night. I’m never a creature of habit but I could get used to this, to your kept promises, to your loving manners; to saying ‘I love you’ in endless repetition. https://t.co/QUuPxLLX7d

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far was the moon when you’re walking me home—hand in your pocket & the trees we haunted with kisses on my forehead every night. I’m never a creature of habit but I could get used to this, to your kept promises, to your loving manners; to saying ‘I love you’ in endless repetition. pic.twitter.com/QUuPxLLX7d
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 30, 2023

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far was the moon when you’re walking me home—hand in your pocket & the trees we haunted with kisses on my forehead every night. I’m never a creature of habit but I could get used to this, to your kept promises, to your loving manners; to saying ‘I love you’ in endless repetition. https://t.co/QUuPxLLX7d

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far was the moon when you’re walking me home—hand in your pocket & the trees we haunted with kisses on my forehead every night. I’m never a creature of habit but I could get used to this, to your kept promises, to your loving manners; to saying ‘I love you’ in endless repetition. https://t.co/QUuPxLLX7d

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far was the moon when you’re walking me home—hand in your pocket & the trees we haunted with kisses on my forehead every night. I’m never a creature of habit but I could get used to this, to your kept promises, to your loving manners; to saying ‘I love you’ in endless repetition.

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my love, every love I show you is yours to keep. you can fold it like a paper crane and keep them inside a jar, to take one each time you feel like life is not a friend, or when love doesn’t linger as long as your favorite song.

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my love, every love I show you is yours to keep. you can fold it like a paper crane and keep them inside a jar, to take one each time you feel like life is not a friend, or when love doesn’t linger as long as your favorite song. https://t.co/FRW2VMhi7v

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my love, every love I show you is yours to keep. you can fold it like a paper crane and keep them inside a jar, to take one each time you feel like life is not a friend, or when love doesn’t linger as long as your favorite song. pic.twitter.com/FRW2VMhi7v
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 30, 2023

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my love, every love I show you is yours to keep. you can fold it like a paper crane and keep them inside a jar, to take one each time you feel like life is not a friend, or when love doesn’t linger as long as your favorite song. https://t.co/FRW2VMhi7v

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my love, every love I show you is yours to keep. you can fold it like a paper crane and keep them inside a jar, to take one each time you feel like life is not a friend, or when love doesn’t linger as long as your favorite song. https://t.co/FRW2VMhi7v

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my love, every love I show you is yours to keep. you can fold it like a paper crane and keep them inside a jar, to take one each time you feel like life is not a friend, or when love doesn’t linger as long as your favorite song.

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love, I’m sorry if today you’ll find that Jakarta’s sky is empty of the stars. I used up every burning stars to grant my wishes—and now they’re all buried under your feet, granting my prayers, keeping you safe while you walk.

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love, I’m sorry if today you’ll find that Jakarta’s sky is empty of the stars. I used up every burning stars to grant my wishes—and now they’re all buried under your feet, granting my prayers, keeping you safe while you walk. https://t.co/Z5Sjwl3lKQ

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love, I’m sorry if today you’ll find that Jakarta’s sky is empty of the stars. I used up every burning stars to grant my wishes—and now they’re all buried under your feet, granting my prayers, keeping you safe while you walk. pic.twitter.com/Z5Sjwl3lKQ
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) January 4, 2024

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love, I’m sorry if today you’ll find that Jakarta’s sky is empty of the stars. I used up every burning stars to grant my wishes—and now they’re all buried under your feet, granting my prayers, keeping you safe while you walk. https://t.co/Z5Sjwl3lKQ

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love, I’m sorry if today you’ll find that Jakarta’s sky is empty of the stars. I used up every burning stars to grant my wishes—and now they’re all buried under your feet, granting my prayers, keeping you safe while you walk. https://t.co/Z5Sjwl3lKQ

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love, I’m sorry if today you’ll find that Jakarta’s sky is empty of the stars. I used up every burning stars to grant my wishes—and now they’re all buried under your feet, granting my prayers, keeping you safe while you walk.

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dear Dokyeom; happy new year to you no more.
—
a short narrative inspired by Niki’s Autumn.
© instantdumplings 🥟

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dear Dokyeom; happy new year to you no more.
—
a short narrative inspired by Niki’s Autumn.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/XZfyd5qgKD

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dear Dokyeom; happy new year to you no more.
—
a short narrative inspired by Niki’s Autumn.
© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/XZfyd5qgKD
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 31, 2023

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dear Dokyeom; happy new year to you no more.
—
a short narrative inspired by Niki’s Autumn.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/XZfyd5qgKD

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dear Dokyeom; happy new year to you no more.
—
a short narrative inspired by Niki’s Autumn.
© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/XZfyd5qgKD

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dear Dokyeom; happy new year to you no more.
—
a short narrative inspired by Niki’s Autumn.
© instantdumplings 🥟

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—when Seungcheol is in love;
a short narrative.

© instantdumplings 🥟

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—when Seungcheol is in love;
a short narrative.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/zv5AMwLXVb

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—when Seungcheol is in love;
a short narrative.

© instantdumplings 🥟 pic.twitter.com/zv5AMwLXVb
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 20, 2023

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—when Seungcheol is in love;
a short narrative.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/zv5AMwLXVb

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—when Seungcheol is in love;
a short narrative.

© instantdumplings 🥟 https://t.co/zv5AMwLXVb

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—when Seungcheol is in love;
a short narrative.

© instantdumplings 🥟

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Seungkwan —and a brief conversation with the sky; a short narrative.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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Seungkwan —and a brief conversation with the sky; a short narrative.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/XzkI5LogP7

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Seungkwan —and a brief conversation with the sky; a short narrative.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 pic.twitter.com/XzkI5LogP7
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 19, 2023

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Seungkwan —and a brief conversation with the sky; a short narrative.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/XzkI5LogP7

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Seungkwan —and a brief conversation with the sky; a short narrative.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/XzkI5LogP7

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Seungkwan —and a brief conversation with the sky; a short narrative.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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Mingyu —and promises he didn’t keep; a short narrative.

inspired by Taylor Swift’s You’re Losing Me.

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Mingyu —and promises he didn’t keep; a short narrative.

inspired by Taylor Swift’s You’re Losing Me. https://t.co/Ik3LBDXNia

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Mingyu —and promises he didn’t keep; a short narrative.

inspired by Taylor Swift’s You’re Losing Me. pic.twitter.com/Ik3LBDXNia
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 16, 2023

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Mingyu —and promises he didn’t keep; a short narrative.

inspired by Taylor Swift’s You’re Losing Me. https://t.co/Ik3LBDXNia

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Mingyu —and promises he didn’t keep; a short narrative.

inspired by Taylor Swift’s You’re Losing Me. https://t.co/Ik3LBDXNia

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Mingyu —and promises he didn’t keep; a short narrative.

inspired by Taylor Swift’s You’re Losing Me.

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dear Minghao; let me carry that broken heart of yours—
a short narrative.

inspired by Beach House’s Heart of Chambers.

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dear Minghao; let me carry that broken heart of yours—
a short narrative.

inspired by Beach House’s Heart of Chambers. https://t.co/GctqIdxESf

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dear Minghao; let me carry that broken heart of yours—
a short narrative.

inspired by Beach House’s Heart of Chambers. pic.twitter.com/GctqIdxESf
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 18, 2023

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dear Minghao; let me carry that broken heart of yours—
a short narrative.

inspired by Beach House’s Heart of Chambers. https://t.co/GctqIdxESf

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dear Minghao; let me carry that broken heart of yours—
a short narrative.

inspired by Beach House’s Heart of Chambers. https://t.co/GctqIdxESf

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dear Minghao; let me carry that broken heart of yours—
a short narrative.

inspired by Beach House’s Heart of Chambers.

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I bet seungcheol smells faintly of citrus; a poem.

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I bet seungcheol smells faintly of citrus; a poem. https://t.co/8LzwcKL6pn

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I bet seungcheol smells faintly of citrus; a poem. pic.twitter.com/8LzwcKL6pn
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 12, 2023

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I bet seungcheol smells faintly of citrus; a poem. https://t.co/8LzwcKL6pn

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I bet seungcheol smells faintly of citrus; a poem. https://t.co/8LzwcKL6pn

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I bet seungcheol smells faintly of citrus; a poem.

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Joshua as your dwelling place;
inspired by Taylor Swift’s Snow on the Beach.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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Joshua as your dwelling place;
inspired by Taylor Swift’s Snow on the Beach.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/aGPOg36npo

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Joshua as your dwelling place;
inspired by Taylor Swift’s Snow on the Beach.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 pic.twitter.com/aGPOg36npo
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 10, 2023

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Joshua as your dwelling place;
inspired by Taylor Swift’s Snow on the Beach.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/aGPOg36npo

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Joshua as your dwelling place;
inspired by Taylor Swift’s Snow on the Beach.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/aGPOg36npo

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Joshua as your dwelling place;
inspired by Taylor Swift’s Snow on the Beach.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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Jeonghan —as the last train you (intentionally) missed.

inspired by Niki’s Anaheim.

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Jeonghan —as the last train you (intentionally) missed.

inspired by Niki’s Anaheim. https://t.co/yqc3LiOwVs

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Jeonghan —as the last train you (intentionally) missed.

inspired by Niki’s Anaheim. pic.twitter.com/yqc3LiOwVs
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 6, 2023

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Jeonghan —as the last train you (intentionally) missed.

inspired by Niki’s Anaheim. https://t.co/yqc3LiOwVs

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Jeonghan —as the last train you (intentionally) missed.

inspired by Niki’s Anaheim. https://t.co/yqc3LiOwVs

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Jeonghan —as the last train you (intentionally) missed.

inspired by Niki’s Anaheim.

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lee chan; as your quiet heartbreak.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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lee chan; as your quiet heartbreak.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/WCWZhfKYQ2

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lee chan; as your quiet heartbreak.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 pic.twitter.com/WCWZhfKYQ2
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 3, 2023

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lee chan; as your quiet heartbreak.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/WCWZhfKYQ2

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lee chan; as your quiet heartbreak.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/WCWZhfKYQ2

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lee chan; as your quiet heartbreak.

writer’s note:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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Dino —and the light trails he left behind; a short narrative.

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Dino —and the light trails he left behind; a short narrative. https://t.co/Dz8lDTmLxb

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Dino —and the light trails he left behind; a short narrative. pic.twitter.com/Dz8lDTmLxb
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) December 1, 2023

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Dino —and the light trails he left behind; a short narrative. https://t.co/Dz8lDTmLxb

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Dino —and the light trails he left behind; a short narrative. https://t.co/Dz8lDTmLxb

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Dino —and the light trails he left behind; a short narrative.

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hi, welcome to the world of mandumin and her dumplings —that is, lee chan <3

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hi, welcome to the world of mandumin and her dumplings —that is, lee chan <3

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hi, welcome to the world of mandumin and her dumplings —that is, lee chan <3
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 27, 2023

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hi, welcome to the world of mandumin and her dumplings —that is, lee chan <3

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hi, welcome to the world of mandumin and her dumplings —that is, lee chan <3

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hi, welcome to the world of mandumin and her dumplings —that is, lee chan <3

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as a incredibly delusional girl of course i have a dedicated whatsfun room chat with seungcheol, so here’s a thread;
writer x seungcheol, few tweets delusional au 😌 (or as i call him, pak jendral)

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as a incredibly delusional girl of course i have a dedicated whatsfun room chat with seungcheol, so here’s a thread;
writer x seungcheol, few tweets delusional au 😌 (or as i call him, pak jendral)

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as a incredibly delusional girl of course i have a dedicated whatsfun room chat with seungcheol, so here’s a thread;
writer x seungcheol, few tweets delusional au 😌 (or as i call him, pak jendral)
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) September 18, 2023

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as a incredibly delusional girl of course i have a dedicated whatsfun room chat with seungcheol, so here’s a thread;
writer x seungcheol, few tweets delusional au 😌 (or as i call him, pak jendral)

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as a incredibly delusional girl of course i have a dedicated whatsfun room chat with seungcheol, so here’s a thread;
writer x seungcheol, few tweets delusional au 😌 (or as i call him, pak jendral)

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as a incredibly delusional girl of course i have a dedicated whatsfun room chat with seungcheol, so here’s a thread;
writer x seungcheol, few tweets delusional au 😌 (or as i call him, pak jendral)

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Mingyu —when sunshine loves, a short narrative.

writer notes:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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Mingyu —when sunshine loves, a short narrative.

writer notes:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/5urhGauJXU

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Mingyu —when sunshine loves, a short narrative.

writer notes:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 pic.twitter.com/5urhGauJXU
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 28, 2023

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Mingyu —when sunshine loves, a short narrative.

writer notes:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/5urhGauJXU

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Mingyu —when sunshine loves, a short narrative.

writer notes:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/5urhGauJXU

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Mingyu —when sunshine loves, a short narrative.

writer notes:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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lee chan —as your kidult 💫

congratulations on your solo debut, my dumplings. please know that I’m always on your corner, cheering you on ♡

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lee chan —as your kidult 💫

congratulations on your solo debut, my dumplings. please know that I’m always on your corner, cheering you on ♡ https://t.co/p5iXZkMxm2

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lee chan —as your kidult 💫

congratulations on your solo debut, my dumplings. please know that I’m always on your corner, cheering you on ♡ pic.twitter.com/p5iXZkMxm2
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 27, 2023

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lee chan —as your kidult 💫

congratulations on your solo debut, my dumplings. please know that I’m always on your corner, cheering you on ♡ https://t.co/p5iXZkMxm2

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lee chan —as your kidult 💫

congratulations on your solo debut, my dumplings. please know that I’m always on your corner, cheering you on ♡ https://t.co/p5iXZkMxm2

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lee chan —as your kidult 💫

congratulations on your solo debut, my dumplings. please know that I’m always on your corner, cheering you on ♡

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just for tonight, let me write about my first love.

dear lee taeyong; you’re my only reason
a short narrative.

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just for tonight, let me write about my first love.

dear lee taeyong; you’re my only reason
a short narrative. https://t.co/bg6wx4KHhk

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just for tonight, let me write about my first love.

dear lee taeyong; you’re my only reason
a short narrative. pic.twitter.com/bg6wx4KHhk
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 26, 2023

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just for tonight, let me write about my first love.

dear lee taeyong; you’re my only reason
a short narrative. https://t.co/bg6wx4KHhk

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just for tonight, let me write about my first love.

dear lee taeyong; you’re my only reason
a short narrative. https://t.co/bg6wx4KHhk

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just for tonight, let me write about my first love.

dear lee taeyong; you’re my only reason
a short narrative.

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the month is november, but the august’s sun stays. it’s still cold, but it’s bearable. the polluted air doesn’t suffocate my lungs, the ice doesn’t feel like it’s freezing, and life doesn’t feel like it’s failing; knowing that all of my past heartbreaks led me to you.

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the month is november, but the august’s sun stays. it’s still cold, but it’s bearable. the polluted air doesn’t suffocate my lungs, the ice doesn’t feel like it’s freezing, and life doesn’t feel like it’s failing; knowing that all of my past heartbreaks led me to you. https://t.co/AMrlgyu9el

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the month is november, but the august’s sun stays. it’s still cold, but it’s bearable. the polluted air doesn’t suffocate my lungs, the ice doesn’t feel like it’s freezing, and life doesn’t feel like it’s failing; knowing that all of my past heartbreaks led me to you. pic.twitter.com/AMrlgyu9el
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 26, 2023

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the month is november, but the august’s sun stays. it’s still cold, but it’s bearable. the polluted air doesn’t suffocate my lungs, the ice doesn’t feel like it’s freezing, and life doesn’t feel like it’s failing; knowing that all of my past heartbreaks led me to you. https://t.co/AMrlgyu9el

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the month is november, but the august’s sun stays. it’s still cold, but it’s bearable. the polluted air doesn’t suffocate my lungs, the ice doesn’t feel like it’s freezing, and life doesn’t feel like it’s failing; knowing that all of my past heartbreaks led me to you. https://t.co/AMrlgyu9el

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the month is november, but the august’s sun stays. it’s still cold, but it’s bearable. the polluted air doesn’t suffocate my lungs, the ice doesn’t feel like it’s freezing, and life doesn’t feel like it’s failing; knowing that all of my past heartbreaks led me to you.

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lights are the sky when Sadalsuud’s awaken from its deep slumber; so gone are the winter, as your warmth melts every hardened surfaces and frozen hearts. Antares was still on the east, grieving the Archer; but now she’s warmer. your light has reached her.

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lights are the sky when Sadalsuud’s awaken from its deep slumber; so gone are the winter, as your warmth melts every hardened surfaces and frozen hearts. Antares was still on the east, grieving the Archer; but now she’s warmer. your light has reached her. https://t.co/nrwdSXmIRV

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lights are the sky when Sadalsuud’s awaken from its deep slumber; so gone are the winter, as your warmth melts every hardened surfaces and frozen hearts. Antares was still on the east, grieving the Archer; but now she’s warmer. your light has reached her. pic.twitter.com/nrwdSXmIRV
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 25, 2023

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lights are the sky when Sadalsuud’s awaken from its deep slumber; so gone are the winter, as your warmth melts every hardened surfaces and frozen hearts. Antares was still on the east, grieving the Archer; but now she’s warmer. your light has reached her. https://t.co/nrwdSXmIRV

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lights are the sky when Sadalsuud’s awaken from its deep slumber; so gone are the winter, as your warmth melts every hardened surfaces and frozen hearts. Antares was still on the east, grieving the Archer; but now she’s warmer. your light has reached her. https://t.co/nrwdSXmIRV

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lights are the sky when Sadalsuud’s awaken from its deep slumber; so gone are the winter, as your warmth melts every hardened surfaces and frozen hearts. Antares was still on the east, grieving the Archer; but now she’s warmer. your light has reached her.

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Dokyeom —as your one and only wish.

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i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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Dokyeom —as your one and only wish.

writer notes:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/fP2UsKediC

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Dokyeom —as your one and only wish.

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i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 pic.twitter.com/fP2UsKediC
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 25, 2023

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Dokyeom —as your one and only wish.

writer notes:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/fP2UsKediC

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Dokyeom —as your one and only wish.

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i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3 https://t.co/fP2UsKediC

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Dokyeom —as your one and only wish.

writer notes:
i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3

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It was ten past eight when we're walking in the middle of empty alley. The stores were closing up; people were getting ready to get off of work, tired faces got lit up as the thought of home came real close after such a long and exhausting day. The comfort that a hot tea, a hot shower, or a warm blanket offered made the rush hour felt longer than the usual.

The alley were getting more vacant, but the quieter it got, the noisier my mind had become. And you noticed it; you always did. You knew which quiet meant tired, and which one meant "I'm on the brink of a downfall and the cause is my own thought."

"So, would you tell me what's on your mind?"

It was never easy for me to open up but with you, I did it effortlessly. I didn't know what kind of charm you've got there, but your question had always been the safety pin to whatever grenade I hold. But you'd always be there; to help me untangle this messy notion that I had.

"What if."

"What if?"

"What if," I looked at him with pain I didn't realize I had. "What if I had done things differently, back then? Would I be in a better place right now, had I done things right?"

"What things you didn't do right?"

"Everything, I guess." I put my cold hands inside my pocket, searching for warmth. "I wish I didn't waste my youth and did things in reverse. I wish I didn't fall in love in my college days, and wasting all of my best days on someone who didn't even flinch when I begged them to stay on our last days. I wish I had used my time wisely: traveled more, staying up late doing things that'd get me closer to my life-long dream, instead of... falling in love." I said the last three words in such disgust and remorse I felt a whole lump in my throat. "I felt like I had done my life in reverse, and now I'm stuck at my youth as my body keeps mellowing with age."

It's not Lee Taeyong if he didn't stop me, and then cupped his cold hands on both of my cheeks; looking at me right in the eye. "And do you know my what if? What if I were there, telling you every single day that you did great? You didn't waste your youth."

"What if I did?"

"So what if you did?" You looked at me tenderly, with eyes that hold the entire universe in it. "Even if you did waste your youth, you can start accepting these things one by one; your mistake, your past glory, your imperfection. And then go back to now. To our present time. And then even when your past is still following you, you can improve yourself as you go - and then wouldn't your heart start loving yourself?"

I almost cried at his wonderful remarks. "I'm embarrassing myself again."

"No, you don't." You pinched my blushing cheek and gave me a smile that slowly but sure, had healed every part of my broken bones. " I can fill this void if you want it, and I won't go in too deep. The side of your heart that is aching... I hope you show it to me, and I promise, it won't be embarrassing. "

You hold my hand, and we started walking again. The alley felt emptier than before, but my steps got lighter, and there - there was my anchor, walking in front of me, making sure that I stepped where he did.

"Hey," I stopped him, and he looked back at me. "Yes?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Thank you for diving in the blue with me."
*Taeyong's answers were taken from 190524 NETVIVI #TAEYONG interview on self-love, and some from his self-composed song, Blue.

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And screams will turn to whispers over time
That’s alright, that’s fine with me

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The month was August, and I was walking around the city when I saw an alley I never noticed before. The alley was beautiful, surrounded in red-bricks buildings with Bougainvillea growing on it; and…

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"It's raining again."

I look up, slightly taken aback at the swift change of weather. The sky was literally blue minutes ago, and now it's already dark grey and light rain starts pouring down.

"Do you bring your umbrella?"

Before I answer, you already guessed it. "Of fucking course not. Here, take mine. I'll just use my coat." You shove your umbrella at me, and while I'm still processing your words, I chuckle slightly at your choice of umbrella. It's in bright colors, with lots of cute doodles on it. Written on one side, 'bright after rain'. My chuckles dies down, and it turns to bitterness soon. How I wish.

"Is this how you're gonna treat me from now on? With this passive-aggressive attention? You can hate me, you don't have to worry about me getting drenched from the rain. Personally, I don't fucking care."

"Yeah but I do. I'm not gonna have Cee's nagging at me again. You know she cares about you more than she does about me."

Ah. Of course, it's always about her. Who the hell am I to think that I am significant? I close the shade and give it back to him. "You deserve the nag. Stop caring about me for the sake of having your relationship intact just because your girl is my best friend. I don't need it."

You look at me in disbelief, your indifference slowly changes into rage. Or if anything, it was rage from the start.

"So now it's your turn with this passive-aggressive disposition? Can I have it just for today? Can I care about you without having to give you any reason why? For the record, I don't care about Cee's nagging. I just know that you have a low immune and you'll probably catch a cold by the time you reach home. I know you won't let anyone know about your sickness and you'll try to heal on your own, only to end up with me coming to your apartment at dawn to bring you to the ER. Is that what you want?"

Really? We're arguing in the middle of the road, under heavy rain, now? Believe me when I say we should star in some sad tragic music video or something since this has always been the genre of us. "Stop."

"No, you stop," you halt me from walking away and pull me close under the umbrella. "Listen to me just this once. I. Truly. Care. About. You."

"As what? Under what circumstances? Based on what?"

You let out a big sigh - I know handling me is exhausting sometimes, believe me, I'm fed up with myself as well. "I know you won't believe anything I say. So what's the use in answering those rhetorical questions?"

"I will believe you this time so answer me, honestly."

You close your eyes, and I couldn't help but admiring your long lashes. I've always said that your eyes and every part of it was my favorite feature of you. I've always liked to stare at them until I fell asleep, and then woke up the next morning having those eyes stared back at me, holding a whole galaxy and my whole being, while trying to convey so many things that even words failed to deliver. And I always understood every feelings behind those irises. Now they're cloudy, and filled with pains.

"My feelings for you stay intact. I may have stored it somewhere and locked it, just so that it won't get tainted by anything or anyone. But for the love of God - I still love you. After all this time. Even after our fate failed us. After you abandoned me for your dreams. After knowing that the person I'm dating now is actually your best friend. After you broke my heart. You're still my greatest love. And I wish you know how it pains me that I cannot care about you in the same way I used to do. Loving you has restrictions now and please know I'm never a big fan of it - I want to love you loudly, but I can't."

Part of my heart blooms and swells upon hearing your confession, while the other part dies and withers. Once again you remind me of my foolish, colossal mistakes; and it kills me to see that it's killing you too.

I look up to your umbrella. "Bright after rain is such an atrocious lie. I've never seen sun ever since, it's been raining this whole time and I'm drenched to my feet. I'm shivering cold. I'd do anything - I'd kill anyone, I'd kill myself even, just to rewind to that one moment and stop my old self from making the mistake of losing you. I'm sorry. I should've assumed that anyone will wait on me."

Your shoulders droop, and from the fist you're making I know you're restraining yourself from pulling me inside your embrace. "It's my fucking mistake too. I should've waited. But I don't wanna be the block that deters your airways."

"We're such a mess..." I raise my head and search for the warmth inside your eyes, and relieve to actually find it. "What should we do, now?"

"Looking for a shelter. Let's go."

You put your hands on my shoulder, and for the first time after what seemed like decades, I feel like flying. And this time only, I decide to be selfish - just once. Don't tell Cee.

-

You still sleep the way you always did: your hands above your head, tucked under a heavy duvet, and a hoodie cap to cover your ears. I smiled slightly at finding this familiar sight, and a bit relieved, somehow; knowing that you still carry debris from a past that I recognize.

Something falls on the kitchen and makes a loud sound, and you're a light sleeper; but you're still sleeping soundly. Peacefully.

Oh. So something did change.

"Don't worry, he's a heavy sleeper. Should we go, now? I'll come down first to start the car, you can finish your makeup and come down later. I have to make few calls to on the car. Take your time!" Before I can answer, Cee's already out of the apartment and leave two of us alone. The trust she has on us - I couldn't even imagine hurting her on the slightest. I won't. I can't.

"I'm still a light sleeper, by the way. Even the sound of your breath will wake me up."

"Yeah, you used to complain about that a lot."

"Now that I think about it, I kinda missed it. Do you know that you smells of chamomile?"

My hand stops mid-air. "Yes. I'm still wearing the same perfume."

You open your eyes and stare at me while I finish using my mascara. "Have you let me go?"

"Have you let me go?"

"I'll let you go when you let me go."

I sigh. Not this again. "You can't put the weight of the world on me. And you know my answer - I would never hurt Cee."

"I know. Me too."

I look at you in despair. Bright after rain... Yet perhaps my whole destiny is about being rained on and never get to see the sun. Leo belongs to someone else, his fire belongs to someone's heart that wasn't mine.

I cup his face with my hands, and I bring myself to look at those fiery eyes for the last time. "Now answer me honestly for the last time. Why you didn't ask me to stay, back then?"

"Like I said, I never wanted to hold you back. Your happiness mattered more than mine ever would. I didn't want you stuck with me, wondering about the what-ifs. I once pictured you on our front porch but your mind wandered elsewhere... I couldn't bear the thought of living that way."

"And why didn't you wait for me?"

"Why didn't you come back?"

"I broke your heart. I thought you wanted nothing to do with me anymore."

You reach for my hands and holds it tight. "I did wait for you, but maybe loneliness got the best of me. And then... Cee came along, and she made me happy. The pain swallowed me whole but I didn't wanna succumb to it, I thought I had to survive no matter what. So I decided to move on." You look straight into my eyes, apologetically. "I'm sorry."

"No, this is the closure we needed. Thank you." I kiss your hand before letting you go.

I wish I was right on this, but I see some fire dies a little as I say those words. I see it's raining a little. But I know this is only temporary and someday you will be fine, maybe not today; but you will be smiling again.

"My galaxy," you touch my cheek before you let me go. "See you in the next lifetime. We've learned enough lesson in this one; in the next one, I will never let you go. Even when you're out there chasing dreams, I'll be coming with you always. Once again, I'm sorry."

I nod, even deep down I know -
We shouldn't make promises we cannot keep, should we?

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dear boo, I’ll carry your love with me always.

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dear boo, I’ll carry your love with me always. https://t.co/38NJ5Hsirz

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dear boo, I’ll carry your love with me always. pic.twitter.com/38NJ5Hsirz
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 3, 2023

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dear boo, I’ll carry your love with me always. https://t.co/38NJ5Hsirz

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dear boo, I’ll carry your love with me always. https://t.co/38NJ5Hsirz

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dear boo, I’ll carry your love with me always.

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Hoshi as your muse —but you two just play pretend.

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Hoshi as your muse —but you two just play pretend. https://t.co/vK9YVYG1gz

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Hoshi as your muse —but you two just play pretend. pic.twitter.com/vK9YVYG1gz
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 9, 2023

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Hoshi as your muse —but you two just play pretend. https://t.co/vK9YVYG1gz

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Hoshi as your muse —but you two just play pretend. https://t.co/vK9YVYG1gz

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Hoshi as your muse —but you two just play pretend.

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— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 12, 2023

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Wonwoo —and love that feels like wisteria on winter day.

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Wonwoo —and love that feels like wisteria on winter day. https://t.co/7d3nwnsovb

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Wonwoo —and love that feels like wisteria on winter day. pic.twitter.com/7d3nwnsovb
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 16, 2023

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Wonwoo —and love that feels like wisteria on winter day. https://t.co/7d3nwnsovb

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Wonwoo —and love that feels like wisteria on winter day. https://t.co/7d3nwnsovb

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Wonwoo —and love that feels like wisteria on winter day.

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Dokyeom as the emergency contact you’d never call; a short narrative.

also —this is my very first commissioned writing so I decided to post the whole writing here and ofc on tiktok as well 🥹 thank you; you know who you are <3

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Dokyeom as the emergency contact you’d never call; a short narrative.

also —this is my very first commissioned writing so I decided to post the whole writing here and ofc on tiktok as well 🥹 thank you; you know who you are <3 https://t.co/jWhhKVCjT8

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Dokyeom as the emergency contact you’d never call; a short narrative.

also —this is my very first commissioned writing so I decided to post the whole writing here and ofc on tiktok as well 🥹 thank you; you know who you are <3 pic.twitter.com/jWhhKVCjT8
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 2, 2023

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Dokyeom as the emergency contact you’d never call; a short narrative.

also —this is my very first commissioned writing so I decided to post the whole writing here and ofc on tiktok as well 🥹 thank you; you know who you are <3 https://t.co/jWhhKVCjT8

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Dokyeom as the emergency contact you’d never call; a short narrative.

also —this is my very first commissioned writing so I decided to post the whole writing here and ofc on tiktok as well 🥹 thank you; you know who you are <3 https://t.co/jWhhKVCjT8

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Dokyeom as the emergency contact you’d never call; a short narrative.

also —this is my very first commissioned writing so I decided to post the whole writing here and ofc on tiktok as well 🥹 thank you; you know who you are <3

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Jun —and a conversation about dream.

my second commissioned post 🥹 thank you so much @/seastary on tiktok & of course whoever reads my piece <3

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Jun —and a conversation about dream.

my second commissioned post 🥹 thank you so much @/seastary on tiktok & of course whoever reads my piece <3 https://t.co/9fICmDeLoH

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Jun —and a conversation about dream.

my second commissioned post 🥹 thank you so much @/seastary on tiktok & of course whoever reads my piece <3 pic.twitter.com/9fICmDeLoH
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 17, 2023

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Jun —and a conversation about dream.

my second commissioned post 🥹 thank you so much @/seastary on tiktok & of course whoever reads my piece <3 https://t.co/9fICmDeLoH

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Jun —and a conversation about dream.

my second commissioned post 🥹 thank you so much @/seastary on tiktok & of course whoever reads my piece <3 https://t.co/9fICmDeLoH

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Jun —and a conversation about dream.

my second commissioned post 🥹 thank you so much @/seastary on tiktok & of course whoever reads my piece <3

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lee chan —as the hero of your lasting days.

(i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3)

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lee chan —as the hero of your lasting days.

(i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3) https://t.co/bvMEVPnplb

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lee chan —as the hero of your lasting days.

(i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3) pic.twitter.com/bvMEVPnplb
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 19, 2023

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lee chan —as the hero of your lasting days.

(i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3) https://t.co/bvMEVPnplb

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lee chan —as the hero of your lasting days.

(i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3) https://t.co/bvMEVPnplb

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lee chan —as the hero of your lasting days.

(i’m uploading my old writings from tiktok into x, so if you’re familiar with this perhaps because you’ve read it before <3)

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Lee chan —as your sweet nothing.

this is my very first writing for Dino; the very reason I’m surviving whatever storm that hit me back in May. I have so much love for this precious man 🤏🏻

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Lee chan —as your sweet nothing.

this is my very first writing for Dino; the very reason I’m surviving whatever storm that hit me back in May. I have so much love for this precious man 🤏🏻 https://t.co/Kw6aXAmvNj

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Lee chan —as your sweet nothing.

this is my very first writing for Dino; the very reason I’m surviving whatever storm that hit me back in May. I have so much love for this precious man 🤏🏻 pic.twitter.com/Kw6aXAmvNj
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 16, 2023

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Lee chan —as your sweet nothing.

this is my very first writing for Dino; the very reason I’m surviving whatever storm that hit me back in May. I have so much love for this precious man 🤏🏻 https://t.co/Kw6aXAmvNj

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Lee chan —as your sweet nothing.

this is my very first writing for Dino; the very reason I’m surviving whatever storm that hit me back in May. I have so much love for this precious man 🤏🏻 https://t.co/Kw6aXAmvNj

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Lee chan —as your sweet nothing.

this is my very first writing for Dino; the very reason I’m surviving whatever storm that hit me back in May. I have so much love for this precious man 🤏🏻

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you and seungcheol as star-crossed lovers—

if there’s such thing as next lifetime; a poem.

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you and seungcheol as star-crossed lovers—

if there’s such thing as next lifetime; a poem. https://t.co/Y2BX1WWIfO

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you and seungcheol as star-crossed lovers—

if there’s such thing as next lifetime; a poem. pic.twitter.com/Y2BX1WWIfO
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) August 5, 2023

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you and seungcheol as star-crossed lovers—

if there’s such thing as next lifetime; a poem. https://t.co/Y2BX1WWIfO

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you and seungcheol as star-crossed lovers—

if there’s such thing as next lifetime; a poem. https://t.co/Y2BX1WWIfO

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you and seungcheol as star-crossed lovers—

if there’s such thing as next lifetime; a poem.

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empty fridge;

a seungcheol x oc au. https://t.co/rhPFd4GfTT

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empty fridge;

a seungcheol x oc au. pic.twitter.com/rhPFd4GfTT
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) September 24, 2023

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empty fridge;

a seungcheol x oc au. https://t.co/rhPFd4GfTT

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empty fridge;

a seungcheol x oc au. https://t.co/rhPFd4GfTT

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Woozi —as your morning hum 🤍

inspired by Iron & Wine, Call It Dreaming.

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Woozi —as your morning hum 🤍

inspired by Iron & Wine, Call It Dreaming. https://t.co/QHS3IQZTcE

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Woozi —as your morning hum 🤍

inspired by Iron & Wine, Call It Dreaming. pic.twitter.com/QHS3IQZTcE
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 18, 2023

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Woozi —as your morning hum 🤍

inspired by Iron & Wine, Call It Dreaming. https://t.co/QHS3IQZTcE

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Woozi —as your morning hum 🤍

inspired by Iron & Wine, Call It Dreaming. https://t.co/QHS3IQZTcE

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Woozi —as your morning hum 🤍

inspired by Iron & Wine, Call It Dreaming.

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Woozi —as a stranger you met on the Seine 🌃

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Woozi —as a stranger you met on the Seine 🌃 https://t.co/82nhrPhF94

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Woozi —as a stranger you met on the Seine 🌃 pic.twitter.com/82nhrPhF94
— instantdumplings (@sorantares) November 20, 2023

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Woozi —as a stranger you met on the Seine 🌃 https://t.co/82nhrPhF94

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Woozi —as a stranger you met on the Seine 🌃 https://t.co/82nhrPhF94

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Woozi —as a stranger you met on the Seine 🌃