@avidixit10: Please do not contact me from June 11 to July 19 #football #worldcup #2026

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1tz.b1k3
Joey jordison’s vessel :
What does peta even mean
2026-06-11 14:13:53
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yuckiya4468
yucky :
Belgium vs Egypt on my bday
2026-06-11 14:15:05
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yoyoleong43
Yoyo_bs🎮🇲🇴 :
Who’s before 100k
2026-06-11 11:55:59
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samuelmarin878
samuelmarin878 :
Ok Coming back July 19
2026-06-11 20:13:55
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michaelencinas_
Michael Encinas 🇧🇴🇺🇸 :
Mom: son you have school go now, me: can’t go I have to watch Haiti against Scotland and Panama against Ghana
2026-06-11 12:56:51
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aviation.350_official
Aviation 350 :
why was bro holding an Airbus a380
2026-06-11 12:20:56
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atchar_the1
$𝚗𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚢 🇷🇺🇵🇸⚡ :
kumon...
2026-07-09 15:37:43
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islam.football28
🇲🇦Islam💔 :
Lowk Brazil Morocco is gonna be the first good game of the tournament
2026-06-11 21:04:08
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kadhem.fahed5
Kadhem fahed كاظم فهد :
Last viewer
2026-06-11 16:55:29
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eltorolocoraceace68
eltorolocoraceace68 :
0:10 ima watch a movie at 1am
2026-06-15 19:06:02
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3lefty
𝟑𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 :
i would watch none of these
2026-06-11 11:56:09
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rip_jota1311
rip_jota1311 :
He wearing Singapore kit.... W
2026-06-11 17:00:25
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unclerizi7
RR :
Today Mexico vs South Africa 😂😂
2026-06-11 13:54:08
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oggirl....noboynoproble1
€₩ :
WHAT FISH 🤣
2026-06-11 12:59:38
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heaven_mzf8
𓆉 :
67
2026-06-11 11:54:24
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shaurya.soni5
Shaurya Soni :
I wish I could go with Avi Dixie to the movies
2026-06-12 20:02:52
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angad_1313
☬𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚡𝚍1313☬🇮🇳🇦🇺🏏🎮 :
germany vs Curacao🫩 gonna be 10-0
2026-06-12 10:30:30
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shrek_chennai_express
శ్రేష్ఠ🕉️ :
Imagine she says we’re going to World Cup game and he interrupts her before she says it💀
2026-06-11 20:46:32
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jimmo540
ツ :
is bro an d1 fan or a football fan😭✌️
2026-06-11 11:59:28
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rohaan7869
Rohaan :
do u support arsenal or smt
2026-06-11 16:49:26
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pov: you and ni-ki had been inseparable once. as kids, you were always together—walking home from school, sharing snacks, sitting side by side during boring family gatherings. he was quiet but comfortable around you. you were loud enough for the both of you. everyone teased that you would grow up and get married someday, and back then, neither of you denied it. but as you grew older, life started asking for different things. ni-ki wanted to leave your town, chase bigger dreams, prove himself. you wanted stability, to stay close to family, to build something steady. neither of you were wrong—but neither of you knew how to choose each other without losing yourselves. the separation wasn’t dramatic. there were no harsh words. just distance that grew quietly between the two of you until one day, you stopped talking altogether. you thought that was the end. but college brought you back together in the most unexpected way. first day of class, you were scanning the room for a familiar face when you saw him sitting near the window. taller now. sharper features. but the same eyes you once knew better than your own. ni-ki. your heart skipped, but you forced yourself to look away. you told yourself it didn’t matter anymore. that you were over him. you were wrong. you ended up in the same major. the same classes. the same group discussions. it was impossible to avoid each other. at first, your interactions were stiff and awkward. short answers, polite nods, and nothing more. but as the weeks passed, competition slowly slipped into your dynamic. whenever one of you scored high on an exam, the other followed close behind. when group projects were assigned, both of you naturally took the lead. people began to notice. “you two are rivals,” someone joked once. you laughed it off. ni-ki didn’t. arguments became frequent. sometimes over schoolwork. sometimes over nothing at all. but under every argument was something unresolved, something heavier than grades or rankings. one night, after a major competition result where you placed just barely above him, ni-ki followed you outside the building. “do you enjoy beating me that much?” he asked. you turned to him, frustrated. “why does everything have to be about winning with you?” “because that’s all we do now,” he shot back. “compete instead of talk.” his words hit too close. that night, the truth finally surfaced—the past you both pretended didn’t exist. the feelings neither of you had let go of. the hurt that never healed properly. ni-ki confessed first. and for the first time since you were kids, you stopped running. you became lovers again. being together during college was not the fairytale either of you secretly hoped for. you were both ambitious. tired. stressed. sometimes selfish. there were weeks when dates turned into late study sessions, and phone calls ended because one of you fell asleep mid-sentence. money was tight. time was tighter. fights came easily when exhaustion took over. you argued about priorities. about effort. about whether either of you was giving enough. there were moments you wondered if love really could survive under so much pressure. but every time one of you tried to pull away, the other held on. slowly, you learned how to fight without hurting each other. how to apologize without pride. how to stay even when leaving felt easier. graduation came after years that felt like a lifetime. you stood beside each other in your caps and gowns, hands tightly intertwined. when they called your names one after the other, ni-ki squeezed your hand and whispered, “we made it.” you believed him. after college, life became quieter. jobs replaced exams. schedules replaced spontaneity. you moved into a small place together and learned each other all over again in new ways—who woke up early, who stayed up late, who forgot to buy groceries, who always fixed things without being asked. your love matured. it wasn’t loud anymore. it was steady. (comsec++) HAPPY NI_KI DAY 💘 #enhypen #enhypenpov #ni_ki #nikienhypen #fyp
pov: you and ni-ki had been inseparable once. as kids, you were always together—walking home from school, sharing snacks, sitting side by side during boring family gatherings. he was quiet but comfortable around you. you were loud enough for the both of you. everyone teased that you would grow up and get married someday, and back then, neither of you denied it. but as you grew older, life started asking for different things. ni-ki wanted to leave your town, chase bigger dreams, prove himself. you wanted stability, to stay close to family, to build something steady. neither of you were wrong—but neither of you knew how to choose each other without losing yourselves. the separation wasn’t dramatic. there were no harsh words. just distance that grew quietly between the two of you until one day, you stopped talking altogether. you thought that was the end. but college brought you back together in the most unexpected way. first day of class, you were scanning the room for a familiar face when you saw him sitting near the window. taller now. sharper features. but the same eyes you once knew better than your own. ni-ki. your heart skipped, but you forced yourself to look away. you told yourself it didn’t matter anymore. that you were over him. you were wrong. you ended up in the same major. the same classes. the same group discussions. it was impossible to avoid each other. at first, your interactions were stiff and awkward. short answers, polite nods, and nothing more. but as the weeks passed, competition slowly slipped into your dynamic. whenever one of you scored high on an exam, the other followed close behind. when group projects were assigned, both of you naturally took the lead. people began to notice. “you two are rivals,” someone joked once. you laughed it off. ni-ki didn’t. arguments became frequent. sometimes over schoolwork. sometimes over nothing at all. but under every argument was something unresolved, something heavier than grades or rankings. one night, after a major competition result where you placed just barely above him, ni-ki followed you outside the building. “do you enjoy beating me that much?” he asked. you turned to him, frustrated. “why does everything have to be about winning with you?” “because that’s all we do now,” he shot back. “compete instead of talk.” his words hit too close. that night, the truth finally surfaced—the past you both pretended didn’t exist. the feelings neither of you had let go of. the hurt that never healed properly. ni-ki confessed first. and for the first time since you were kids, you stopped running. you became lovers again. being together during college was not the fairytale either of you secretly hoped for. you were both ambitious. tired. stressed. sometimes selfish. there were weeks when dates turned into late study sessions, and phone calls ended because one of you fell asleep mid-sentence. money was tight. time was tighter. fights came easily when exhaustion took over. you argued about priorities. about effort. about whether either of you was giving enough. there were moments you wondered if love really could survive under so much pressure. but every time one of you tried to pull away, the other held on. slowly, you learned how to fight without hurting each other. how to apologize without pride. how to stay even when leaving felt easier. graduation came after years that felt like a lifetime. you stood beside each other in your caps and gowns, hands tightly intertwined. when they called your names one after the other, ni-ki squeezed your hand and whispered, “we made it.” you believed him. after college, life became quieter. jobs replaced exams. schedules replaced spontaneity. you moved into a small place together and learned each other all over again in new ways—who woke up early, who stayed up late, who forgot to buy groceries, who always fixed things without being asked. your love matured. it wasn’t loud anymore. it was steady. (comsec++) HAPPY NI_KI DAY 💘 #enhypen #enhypenpov #ni_ki #nikienhypen #fyp

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