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عمر ؟ :

شوكت الواحد يتخطى عاد

2026-06-19 11:36:26

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Tabark :

جنت اسمعه مجرد لان عاجبني لحد ماعشت شعوره💔

2026-06-19 05:41:49

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.ام وَهــَبْ. :

يستاهل الفيديو لايك مني.. 🎀👈🏻👉🏻

2026-06-18 22:27:21

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Nyraelle. :

بس لا تحب ثاني..

2026-06-19 06:34:31

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نوروسةة :

💔💔💔💔💔بنات اني مرته وممقصره وياهه بشي وهاني ومجاي اتخطئ حسبي الله ونعم الوكيل

2026-06-19 14:12:10

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الذيبة😝⤿.M :

@يـٰوسف 🇧🇪⤹ غيرك عشكني صدك 😴💔

2026-06-19 15:06:34

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Pues que investigando un poquito por ahí, me he enterado que el algoritmo de tiktok premia más el guardado, porque da a entender que el video es interesante y será revisionado y el compartir, porque atrae a nuevos espectadores. Y por supuesto lo más valorado es ver el vídeo hasta el final y mejor si varias veces, aunque eso ya es pedir demasiado. El like es fácil de dar, y es lo menos valorado, aunque también cuenta. El creador de contenido depende de vosotros. Si mantengo una buena salud de visionados podré continuar con este proyecto. Muchas gracias por haber llegado hasta aquí. #trucostiktok #viral #consejo

Pues que investigando un poquito por ahí, me he enterado que el algoritmo de tiktok premia más el guardado, porque da a entender que el video es interesante y será revisionado y el compartir, porque atrae a nuevos espectadores. Y por supuesto lo más valorado es ver el vídeo hasta el final y mejor si varias veces, aunque eso ya es pedir demasiado. El like es fácil de dar, y es lo menos valorado, aunque también cuenta. El creador de contenido depende de vosotros. Si mantengo una buena salud de visionados podré continuar con este proyecto. Muchas gracias por haber llegado hasta aquí. #trucostiktok #viral #consejo

pov: you drunkenly confessed your love for heeseung and you don’t know how to deal with him now that you’ve come back to your senses. you remember it clearly despite your head still pounding from last night. every word, every look, every second of it plays back in your mind like it refuses to let you forget. you were leaning against him, your voice softer than usual, saying things you swore you would never say out loud—and the worst part is, he didn’t even stop you. heeseung just stayed there watching and listening. and that alone makes you want to disappear. you buried your face deeper into your pillow, letting out a muffled scream that didn’t even begin to cover the embarrassment crawling up your spine. your blanket was wrapped around you like a shield, as if hiding under it could somehow undo what happened. “why did i say that…” you groaned, pressing your face harder into the fabric. because it wasn’t supposed to happen like that. not with him...especially not with him. you and heeseung never got along. from the very beginning, it was nothing but disagreements, petty arguments, and endless bickering over the smallest things. he always had something to say, always had that irritating calm tone that made it feel like he was looking down on you even when he wasn’t. and you always fought back. it became your normal. so confessing to him—of all people—while drunk? that was a disaster you couldn’t even begin to process. you forced yourself to sit up, running a hand through your messy hair as you tried to gather your thoughts. you remembered how he stayed beside you when you couldn’t even walk straight, how he guided you carefully, how he didn’t let go even when you kept complaining about him being annoying. “stop following me,” you remembered saying, your words slurred. “you can barely walk,” he replied, his voice steady despite everything. “i’m not letting you go home like that.” you had rolled your eyes at him, trying to pull your arm away. “i didn’t ask for your help.” “good,” he said, tightening his grip just enough. “because i’m not asking either.” even then, you were arguing. even then, it felt like the same you and him. until it wasn’t. you remembered stopping suddenly, turning to him with that unfiltered honesty alcohol dragged out of you. “you’re so annoying,” you told him, your voice softer than it should’ve been. “but i like you anyway.” you squeezed your eyes shut, groaning loudly as the memory hit you full force. “this is so embarrassing…” you grabbed your phone from your bedside table, only to immediately regret it. multiple notifications filled the screen—all from him. you didn’t open them. you couldn’t. because what if he was making fun of you? what if he was laughing about it right now, thinking about how easy it was for you to fall apart like that? your chest tightened at the thought. so instead, you turned your phone on silent and tossed it back onto the bed, deciding then and there that you were not going to school. not today. not when he was there. hours passed with you doing nothing but overthinking, flipping between frustration and embarrassment, until even the silence in your room started to feel too loud. and then—a knock. you froze. your brows furrowed as you glanced at the door. you weren’t expecting anyone. slowly, you got up, your steps cautious as you approached it. “who is it?” you called out. there was a brief pause. and then— “it’s me.” your stomach dropped. it was heeseung. you didn’t even think twice. your hand immediately went to the lock, making sure it was secured before stepping back. “go away,” you said, your voice firmer than you felt. on the other side, he let out a quiet sigh. “open the door.” “no.” there was a pause, then a soft thud against the door, like he leaned his forehead against it. “you’re seriously going to avoid me over that?” he asked. you crossed your arms, even though he couldn’t see you. “you’re the one who showed up uninvited.” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #heeseungenhypen #fyp

pov: you drunkenly confessed your love for heeseung and you don’t know how to deal with him now that you’ve come back to your senses. you remember it clearly despite your head still pounding from last night. every word, every look, every second of it plays back in your mind like it refuses to let you forget. you were leaning against him, your voice softer than usual, saying things you swore you would never say out loud—and the worst part is, he didn’t even stop you. heeseung just stayed there watching and listening. and that alone makes you want to disappear. you buried your face deeper into your pillow, letting out a muffled scream that didn’t even begin to cover the embarrassment crawling up your spine. your blanket was wrapped around you like a shield, as if hiding under it could somehow undo what happened. “why did i say that…” you groaned, pressing your face harder into the fabric. because it wasn’t supposed to happen like that. not with him...especially not with him. you and heeseung never got along. from the very beginning, it was nothing but disagreements, petty arguments, and endless bickering over the smallest things. he always had something to say, always had that irritating calm tone that made it feel like he was looking down on you even when he wasn’t. and you always fought back. it became your normal. so confessing to him—of all people—while drunk? that was a disaster you couldn’t even begin to process. you forced yourself to sit up, running a hand through your messy hair as you tried to gather your thoughts. you remembered how he stayed beside you when you couldn’t even walk straight, how he guided you carefully, how he didn’t let go even when you kept complaining about him being annoying. “stop following me,” you remembered saying, your words slurred. “you can barely walk,” he replied, his voice steady despite everything. “i’m not letting you go home like that.” you had rolled your eyes at him, trying to pull your arm away. “i didn’t ask for your help.” “good,” he said, tightening his grip just enough. “because i’m not asking either.” even then, you were arguing. even then, it felt like the same you and him. until it wasn’t. you remembered stopping suddenly, turning to him with that unfiltered honesty alcohol dragged out of you. “you’re so annoying,” you told him, your voice softer than it should’ve been. “but i like you anyway.” you squeezed your eyes shut, groaning loudly as the memory hit you full force. “this is so embarrassing…” you grabbed your phone from your bedside table, only to immediately regret it. multiple notifications filled the screen—all from him. you didn’t open them. you couldn’t. because what if he was making fun of you? what if he was laughing about it right now, thinking about how easy it was for you to fall apart like that? your chest tightened at the thought. so instead, you turned your phone on silent and tossed it back onto the bed, deciding then and there that you were not going to school. not today. not when he was there. hours passed with you doing nothing but overthinking, flipping between frustration and embarrassment, until even the silence in your room started to feel too loud. and then—a knock. you froze. your brows furrowed as you glanced at the door. you weren’t expecting anyone. slowly, you got up, your steps cautious as you approached it. “who is it?” you called out. there was a brief pause. and then— “it’s me.” your stomach dropped. it was heeseung. you didn’t even think twice. your hand immediately went to the lock, making sure it was secured before stepping back. “go away,” you said, your voice firmer than you felt. on the other side, he let out a quiet sigh. “open the door.” “no.” there was a pause, then a soft thud against the door, like he leaned his forehead against it. “you’re seriously going to avoid me over that?” he asked. you crossed your arms, even though he couldn’t see you. “you’re the one who showed up uninvited.” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #heeseungenhypen #fyp

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