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Minhas vidas, como amooooo.. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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POV: You still remember the day Ni-ki made that promise with you. Two little kids sitting on the playground swing set, pinky fingers locked under the fading afternoon sun. It was the day before you had to leave Korea and study abroad, and neither of you really understood what growing up meant yet. “This one’s yours, and this one is mine,” he said, holding out two identical silver rings, each hanging from a delicate chain. “This will symbolize our friendship. Meaning forever and ever. When we meet again, let’s show this to each other, okay?” He pouted, brows scrunching in that way only he could pull off. “If you lose it, I’ll get really sad.” You didn’t. Not once. The ring never left you. It didn’t fit your finger back then bevause he had bought the adult size on purpose, saying it was meant to be worn “when you’re older.” So you wore it around your neck most days, sometimes tucked under your shirt, close to your heart. A quiet piece of your childhood that you never really let go. Years passed. You adjusted to a new life, new friends, a new language. But every once in a while, when the nights were quiet and the homesickness crept in, you'd think about Ni-ki. His goofy grin, his warm laugh, how he used to call you his “forever friend.” But you lost contact over time. No numbers. No updates. No social media. The world moved fast, and for all you knew, he might not even remember you anymore. Then came the day you returned to Korea. Ten years later. Everything felt familiar and foreign all at once. The streets, the smells, the sound of the language. And somehow, as you passed by old haunts and landmarks, a question tugged at your heart: Would he still recognize me? Would I recognize him? You didn’t expect an answer so soon. One rainy afternoon, you found yourself inside a small bookstore tucked in between two cafés. The bell above the door chimed softly when you entered, and the quiet hush of the space welcomed you like a long-lost friend. You wandered between the shelves, fingertips trailing over book spines, your thoughts drifting. You weren’t really looking for anything in particular. Just a moment of quiet. But as you reached to pull a book from the shelf, your bag slipped off your shoulder. A soft thud. Some of your things scattered on the floor. “Here,” someone said. You looked up. A boy... no, a guy now— was already crouched down, picking up your notebook and pens. He handed them back to you without looking directly at you. “Thanks,” you said, startled. Then you got a proper look at him. And it was… distracting. He was tall, effortlessly stylish, with jet-black hair that framed his face just right. He wore headphones around his neck, and his expression was unreadable... calm, quiet, a little hard to reach. There was something about him that made you pause. He didn’t look like someone who talked much. But his presence lingered. You found yourself staring. Then realized. “Oh... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” you said quickly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. He blinked. “It’s fine.” Just that. No smile. No small talk. He glanced at your neck, then paused. “…That necklace,” he said quietly. Your fingers flew to the ring hanging from your chain. “Huh?” “That ring… It looks familiar.” Your heart skipped. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing just a little. His gaze drifted between the ring and your face, like he was trying to fit together pieces of a puzzle. And then, his brows drew in ever so slightly. “Wait…” he murmured. “are you...?” Your breath hitched. You looked up at him again, really looked and suddenly, everything started clicking. The way he tilted his head when confused. The way he stood with one hand in his pocket, quiet and careful. And then… the mole under his left eye. ( ++ comments ) — #enhypen #enhypenpov #NI_KI #nishimurariki #ni_kiedit #niki #enhypenedit #au #fy #fyp #kpop #kpopfyp #enhypenau #kpopau #engene #writtenbyblue #pov #fypage #nikiedit
POV: You still remember the day Ni-ki made that promise with you. Two little kids sitting on the playground swing set, pinky fingers locked under the fading afternoon sun. It was the day before you had to leave Korea and study abroad, and neither of you really understood what growing up meant yet. “This one’s yours, and this one is mine,” he said, holding out two identical silver rings, each hanging from a delicate chain. “This will symbolize our friendship. Meaning forever and ever. When we meet again, let’s show this to each other, okay?” He pouted, brows scrunching in that way only he could pull off. “If you lose it, I’ll get really sad.” You didn’t. Not once. The ring never left you. It didn’t fit your finger back then bevause he had bought the adult size on purpose, saying it was meant to be worn “when you’re older.” So you wore it around your neck most days, sometimes tucked under your shirt, close to your heart. A quiet piece of your childhood that you never really let go. Years passed. You adjusted to a new life, new friends, a new language. But every once in a while, when the nights were quiet and the homesickness crept in, you'd think about Ni-ki. His goofy grin, his warm laugh, how he used to call you his “forever friend.” But you lost contact over time. No numbers. No updates. No social media. The world moved fast, and for all you knew, he might not even remember you anymore. Then came the day you returned to Korea. Ten years later. Everything felt familiar and foreign all at once. The streets, the smells, the sound of the language. And somehow, as you passed by old haunts and landmarks, a question tugged at your heart: Would he still recognize me? Would I recognize him? You didn’t expect an answer so soon. One rainy afternoon, you found yourself inside a small bookstore tucked in between two cafés. The bell above the door chimed softly when you entered, and the quiet hush of the space welcomed you like a long-lost friend. You wandered between the shelves, fingertips trailing over book spines, your thoughts drifting. You weren’t really looking for anything in particular. Just a moment of quiet. But as you reached to pull a book from the shelf, your bag slipped off your shoulder. A soft thud. Some of your things scattered on the floor. “Here,” someone said. You looked up. A boy... no, a guy now— was already crouched down, picking up your notebook and pens. He handed them back to you without looking directly at you. “Thanks,” you said, startled. Then you got a proper look at him. And it was… distracting. He was tall, effortlessly stylish, with jet-black hair that framed his face just right. He wore headphones around his neck, and his expression was unreadable... calm, quiet, a little hard to reach. There was something about him that made you pause. He didn’t look like someone who talked much. But his presence lingered. You found yourself staring. Then realized. “Oh... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” you said quickly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. He blinked. “It’s fine.” Just that. No smile. No small talk. He glanced at your neck, then paused. “…That necklace,” he said quietly. Your fingers flew to the ring hanging from your chain. “Huh?” “That ring… It looks familiar.” Your heart skipped. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing just a little. His gaze drifted between the ring and your face, like he was trying to fit together pieces of a puzzle. And then, his brows drew in ever so slightly. “Wait…” he murmured. “are you...?” Your breath hitched. You looked up at him again, really looked and suddenly, everything started clicking. The way he tilted his head when confused. The way he stood with one hand in his pocket, quiet and careful. And then… the mole under his left eye. ( ++ comments ) — #enhypen #enhypenpov #NI_KI #nishimurariki #ni_kiedit #niki #enhypenedit #au #fy #fyp #kpop #kpopfyp #enhypenau #kpopau #engene #writtenbyblue #pov #fypage #nikiedit
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Baru liat teasernya aja udah bikin elus dada sekaligus ngakak! Berani banget nyenggol banyak fenomena politik kekinian. Penasaran banget pas filmnya tayang nanti bakal se frontal apa #bapakpalingjujur #punyabapakjujur

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