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🇹🇷🇩🇪İNEBOLU MUSTAFA KAPTAN :

benim arabam OM603 %60 yanmış mator yağı %40 matorin B7 karıştırıyorum kullanıyorum sadece 5 binde bir filtre degisiyorum 😃😃

2026-06-19 14:17:54

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Benim aracım om 606 motor.6 silindir 3000 motor.insanlar zannediyor ki motor büyük çok yakar.öyle bir dünya yok.100km de 7.4 litre yakıyor.tek şikayetim park sorunu.

2026-05-03 10:32:47

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çirkin arnavut :

kaç model arabalarda bulunuyor bu motor

2026-04-29 10:57:16

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RUSLAN :

OM606

2026-04-28 18:00:03

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Fortuna oboy :

jivr9,l0lw

2026-04-25 12:33:25

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taner :

Megan 2 falan alana kadar alıp binme lazım kızartma yağı ile motor mu çalışır ya yuh artık 🤣🤣

2026-05-30 15:29:17

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osman :

motor yiyenler hankı arabalar😁😁

2026-05-04 20:51:15

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ŞahMurad :

M111

2026-04-28 08:05:27

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SameteFeGzl :

om606 w124 300 td al araba derdiniz ortadan kalksın

2026-06-17 07:12:20

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Enes 🧩 :

602

2026-05-09 12:53:05

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Rahim Heyderov :

👍👍👍

2026-05-15 05:03:05

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GölgeTr :

🌸🌸🌸

2026-04-25 10:26:54

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2026-06-13 13:48:51

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2026-04-29 09:22:19

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2026-06-03 09:56:33

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2026-06-10 15:18:23

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2026-05-09 20:44:12

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pov: You spent your whole life trying to be enough for people who had already decided you weren't. Ever since you were little, people had always found something to criticize. Your nose was too big. Your skin wasn't clear enough. Your face didn't fit the beauty standards everyone seemed obsessed with. At first, you tried to ignore it. But words repeated over and over eventually become the voice inside your own head. You stopped leaving the house without a face mask. Every morning before school, you woke up an hour earlier just to put on heavy makeup, carefully covering every insecurity you had learned to hate. By the end of the day, your skin hurt. Your heart hurt more. You never really had friends. You spent most of your time alone in your room, scrolling endlessly through social media, watching people your age live lives you thought you'd never have. Pretty girls with perfect smiles. Groups of friends taking pictures together. Couples posting sweet moments. You wondered what it felt like to be chosen. To be loved. To be enough. That morning, you sat quietly at your desk before class started, hoping to disappear into the background as usual. Then the classroom door opened. A new transfer student walked in. Dimples. A cute smile. Handsome. He looked smart, confident, warm. The entire class buzzed with excitement. Your eyes immediately dropped to your desk. Someone like him would never notice someone like you.

pov: You spent your whole life trying to be enough for people who had already decided you weren't. Ever since you were little, people had always found something to criticize. Your nose was too big. Your skin wasn't clear enough. Your face didn't fit the beauty standards everyone seemed obsessed with. At first, you tried to ignore it. But words repeated over and over eventually become the voice inside your own head. You stopped leaving the house without a face mask. Every morning before school, you woke up an hour earlier just to put on heavy makeup, carefully covering every insecurity you had learned to hate. By the end of the day, your skin hurt. Your heart hurt more. You never really had friends. You spent most of your time alone in your room, scrolling endlessly through social media, watching people your age live lives you thought you'd never have. Pretty girls with perfect smiles. Groups of friends taking pictures together. Couples posting sweet moments. You wondered what it felt like to be chosen. To be loved. To be enough. That morning, you sat quietly at your desk before class started, hoping to disappear into the background as usual. Then the classroom door opened. A new transfer student walked in. Dimples. A cute smile. Handsome. He looked smart, confident, warm. The entire class buzzed with excitement. Your eyes immediately dropped to your desk. Someone like him would never notice someone like you. "Is there someone sitting here?" You snapped back to reality when you looked up and saw him standing beside your desk. Your eyes widened. "Oh... no." He smiled, and your heart skipped a beat. "What is your name? I'm Yang Jungwon. Call me Jungwon." He held out his hand. Hesitantly, you placed yours in his. "Y-Y/n." "It's nice to meet you, Y/n." He sat beside you as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Almost immediately, you heard the whispers. "Why is he sitting there?" "Doesn't she look weird?" "He could've sat anywhere." Your anxiety spiked. Your stomach twisted painfully. Why did people hate you so much just because you didn't fit their standards? The days passed, and somehow, Jungwon stayed. He was gentle, kind, straightforward, and expressive. Funny enough to make you laugh when you least expected it. Sweet enough to remember the little things. Thoughtful enough to notice when you were having a hard day. He always made sure you ate lunch. Whenever he stopped by the convenience store, he'd bring you your favorite strawberry milk without you asking. "You looked tired today," he'd say casually, placing it on your desk. It was strange. No one had ever paid attention to you before. No one had ever cared. But Jungwon did. And that terrified you. Because what if he eventually saw what everyone else saw? What if he left too? One afternoon, while walking through the hallway alone, you accidentally bumped into the girl who had bullied you for years. Your entire body froze. Cold sweat formed on your skin. Your breathing became shallow. Memories flooded your mind. The laughter. The cruel comments. The days you cried yourself to sleep. She looked you up and down before smirking. "Still hiding behind makeup and masks?" She laughed before walking away. Only then did you realize you had stopped breathing. "Hey." You turned and saw Jungwon approaching. Your eyes immediately dropped to the floor. "Are you okay?" The concern in his voice made your chest tighten. Suddenly, nausea hit you. You covered your mouth and ran toward the bathroom. Pathetic. You were pathetic. You locked yourself in a stall, shaking as tears streamed down your face. Why were you like this? Why couldn't you just be normal? A soft knock sounded on the door. "Y/n?" Jungwon. "Can you open the door for me?" "No." Your voice cracked. "I look ugly." Silence. Then his gentle voice came through the door. "Who told you that?" You squeezed your eyes shut. Everyone. The world. Yourself. Another knock. "Y/n, please." Slowly, you unlocked the door. #enhypen #yangjungwon #jungwon #enhypenedit #creatorsearchinsights

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