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Haunted by secrets Chapter 2

𖣗𖦆⊹🕷 Haunted by secrets

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Summary: A girl influenced by her best friend to explore an abandoned house with an unexpected outcome.

Word Count

2222

Warning

Minors Dn

Smut, Ghost, death, some dubcon, and angst.

Tag if you want to be tagged

Haunted by secrets

Characters - Hyunjin x oc, Lara Raj, Fatou, Seulgi.

Summary - A girl influenced by her best friend to explore an abandoned house with an unexpected outcome.

Word Count - 2222

Warnings - Fluff, Smut, Angst,etc.

“Genesis,” I hear my name as I regain consciousness. I wake up in my room, dumbfounded. " Who called my name?”  I think to myself  “Was it just a dream? I say out loud,

“No,” the voice answered calmly. I slowly turned around to see the figure sitting beside me, smiling at me. It turned out to be Hyunjin, but he appeared less transparent this time than last time. 

I began to hyperventilate. “Shhh,” he told me, grabbing my hand softly and looking into my eyes. He comforted me.   

“Who killed you?” I ask in a soft tone and shaky voice. He looked at me again, but this time with a sad expression. The room goes silent for a solid minute, and my heart begins to beat abnormally.

 “My friends.”

I wake up again in my room, but I observe the room frantically this time. Questions run through my mind: “What did he mean?” “Did his friends kill him?” “Who were his friends?” Why did they kill him?” The last question was 

“Was it just a dream?” 

..

…

….

“WHAT?” Seulgi looks at me, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. “Yeah,” I say in a soft tone. “HOW?” Seulgi asks, her face still dumbfounded.

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I saw him again". Hyunjin. He told me that his friends killed him.”

Seulgi’s eyes widened. “That’s insane. How are we supposed to figure this out?”

I looked at her, determination growing within me. “We start by finding out who his friends were. They might still be alive or have left some clues behind.”

“We go back to the house to find answers,” Seulgi replies.

I thought momentarily, then remembered the paintings we saw in the house. “The paintings. There might be something we missed.”

Seulgi nodded, her resolve hardening. “Alright, but we’re not going alone this time. We’ll need Fatou and Lara with us.”

“Agreed,” I said, feeling a surge of confidence. “We’ll go back together and find out the truth. Hyunjin deserves justice.

The plan was set: We would return to the abandoned house, uncover its secrets, and piece together the mystery of Hyunjin’s death. A strange sense of calm washed over me as I lay back in bed. 

“Ready?” I asked, looking at Seulgi, Fatou, and Lara. They all nodded, determination in their eyes.

Seulgi comforts me by hand. “ We will get to the bottom of this Genesis.”

…. 

We made it inside the house, but something felt different. The house was much colder than before, and it was much creepier. “I have a bad feeling about this,” I thought to myself. Before my nerves took over, I began to remember what Hyun-jin had told me: “I will always be watching over you.”

“Ready?” I ask the three girls standing beside me

“Yes”. 

Our flashlights shined against every corner. As we navigated the house, we couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The floorboards creaked under the weight of our every step. We made our way to the basement, where this all had started. 

The silence was much more noticeable and pronounced.  My heart beats out of my chest we explore the area frantically.    

As we pored over the journal, everything began to make more sense. Hyunjin’s friends had been jealous of his talent and jealous of his success. Their Jealousy led to this mess. They covered it up, fearing the consequences of their actions.

“But who were they?” Fatou asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I flipped to the last page of the journal, where the names of Hyunjin’s friends were listed. My heart skipped a beat, and my breath got caught in my throat. I recognized the names. They were the parents of my own friends: ” Bakshi Raj,”” Faatima Adebayo,”” Kyung Soo, and Hwan Kang.”

Our hearts dropped to our stomachs. We all stared at the journal in shock. Millions of questions flooded our minds. “What?” Seulgi said with a hurt expression on her face.

“I don't believe this,” Lara said in shock. Fatou was in disbelief. I glanced at each of the girls; my mind went blank, thinking about the possible outcomes of the situation. 

Once we had finished, tears filled my eyes. I kept trying to convince myself this wasn't real. Those were my friend's parents in that journal. “How do we know if this is true or not?” Fatou says barely above a whisper, slightly angry.

Once again, everything felt so surreal at this moment.

“What do we now?” Fatou says in a shaky voice, holding tears. 

“We confront them”

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Ta-da! Na današnji dan rođen je otac interneta

Na današnji dan 1955. rođen je Tim Berners-Lee, računalni znanstvenik i otac World Wide Weba     Tim Berners-Lee naslijedio je ljubav prema računalima od svojih roditelja, računalnih znanstvenika koji su radili na razvoju prvog komercijalno dostupnog računala Ferranti Mark I. Diplomirao je na Sveučilištu u Oxfordu, a u karijeri je mijenjao više poslova; treba istaknuti da je u dva navrata radio u Europskom vijeću za nuklearna istraživanja u Ženevi, poznatijem po akronimu CERN. Kada se 1984. drugi put zaposlio u CERN-u, zadatak mu je bio osmisliti računalnu mrežu i protokol za udaljenu kontrolu uređaja i razmjenu informacija između istraživača kako bi olakšao znanstvene suradnje. Berners-Lee je krenuo od ideje jedinstvenog sustava za pohranu informacija kojem imaju pristup svi znanstvenici. Svoj sustav temeljio je na kombinaciji triju postojećih tehnologija: hipertekst, TCP (protokol za upravljanje prijenosom, engl. transmission control protocol) i DNS (sustav za imenovanje domena, engl. domain name system). Hipertekst je skup dokumenata međusobno povezanih hipervezama (poveznicama) koje omogućavaju prelazak s jednog dokumenta na drugi. TCP služi za prijenos podataka od jednog mjesta na mreži do drugog, a jedinstven naziv tim mjestima dodjeljuje DNS. Sustav je nazvao World Wide Web (WWW). Prva mrežna stranica koja sadrži informacije o projektu WWW objavljena je 6. kolovoza 1991., a dostupna je i danas na istoj adresi: http://info.cern.ch/. U svojoj obavijesti nakon tog povijesnog dana napisao je da se radi o eksperimentalnom projektu za koji nema jamstva, ali koji bi 'mogao pokrenuti revoluciju u pristupu informacijama'. Od tada je prema Forbesovoj procjeni ukupno objavljeno 1,13 milijardi web stranica, a Berners-Lee je za svoj doprinos nagrađen Turingovom nagradom te je proglašen jednim od 100 najutjecajnijih ljudi 20. stoljeća prema časopisu Time.  

Tko opisuje i ilustrira poznate događaje iz svijeta znanosti?

U knjizi 'Split za početnike' peškarija je okarakterizirana, osim kao tržnica robom s okusom soli, kao važan punkt društvenog života. U Institutu za promociju znanosti ona ima ulogu punkta znanstvenog života na kojem ljubitelji znanosti mogu pronaći odabrane događaje iz tog svijeta. Na tportalu donosimo događaje koje bira i opisuje Dominik Žanić, istraživač i doktorand s FER-a te dugogodišnji volonter KSET-a, u kojem je bio voditelj Planinarske sekcije i član PR tima, a danas je počasni član. Žanić, koji znanstveno djeluje u području aktivnih radiofrekvencijskih sklopova, dvaput tjedno odabrane vijesti jednostavnim jezikom približava zainteresiranoj publici, a svaki tekst prati detaljno razrađena grafika. Za osmišljavanje i crtanje grafika zaslužna je Lara Vrabac, studentica FER-a koja istražuje magnetska polja zavojnica i prilagođavanje antena pomoću aktivnih elemenata. Vrabac se bavi kalistenikom i proučava tehnike crtanja, što joj pomaže u kreiranju raznih umjetničkih ilustracija, od kojih su znanstveno najatraktivnije one koje stoje uz tekstove peškarije. Točku na 'i' svakog teksta stavlja Ivana Žeger, asistentica i doktorandica s FER-a, na kojem se bavi obradom signala i primjenom umjetne inteligencije u komunikacijskim sustavima. Žeger, koju očaravaju strani jezici, metal glazba i metafizika postojanja, hladnim tekstovima punim znanstvenih činjenica dodaje sebi svojstvenu toplinu. Tportal.hr Photo by Markus Spiske Read the full article

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Niall Horan Character Alignment Chart (insp.)

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OwO What are your ocs Halloween costumes?

Okay this took me a while, I'm only gonna do like my girls and some of my boys (cause I have like 30 characters 🤣)

For each I have 2 ideas, whichever people like more I'll probably draw (in addition to my other piece)

Catherine: Ichigo from Tokyo Mew Mew or a Fairy

Veil: Boa Hancock or a Pirate

Lovette: Ahri from League of Legends or Jessica Rabbit

Kiara: Fang from Final Fantasy XIII or Lara Croft from Tomb Raider

Nasira: Dancer class from Fire Emblem or Masrur from Magi

Emery: White deer or Violet Evergarden

Galatea: Doll/Broken android or Mrs.Hades (villian recruiters)

Catrina: Emily from Corpse Bride or La Muerte from The Book of Life

Elysia: V from Devil May Cry or a Witch

Chase: Ikuto from Shugo Chara or Cat Noir from Miraculous Ladybug

Nathaniel: Ghost Groom or Jack Vessalius from Pandora Hearts

Xander: Shirou from BNA or a Werewolf

Aryan: Ban from the Seven Deadly Sins or a King

Ritvik: Remus Lupin from Harry Potter or the Big Bad Wolf

Edmund: Ash Landers from Black butler or a vampire

Faline: Hannah Annafellows from Black Butler or bloody nurse

Lucien: Krad from DN Angel or an Angel

I'd love to see people's opinions as to what costumes I should pick 🧡🧡🧡

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Haunted secrets chapter 4

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Summary: A girl influenced by her best friend to explore an abandoned house with an unexpected outcome.

Word Count

2222

Warning

Minors Dn

Smut, Ghost, death, heavy dubcon, and angst.

Tag if you want to be tagged

Haunted by secrets

Characters - Hyunjin x oc, Lara Raj, Fatou, Seulgi.

Summary - A girl influenced by her best friend to explore an abandoned house with an unexpected outcome.

Word Count - 2222

Warnings - Fluff, Smut, Angst,etc.

 I search every dresser, closet, and corner, my hands trembling as I pull open drawers and toss aside old clothes and forgotten items, but I cannot find anything to help me escape. The atmosphere grows heavier with each passing second, and I can already hear sounds coming from downstairs, such as a mixture of muffled voices and what sounds like screams. “Shit,” I mutter in a panicked voice, my heart pounding in my chest.

I rush to the door and try the handle again, using my arm and elbow to apply as much force as possible, but it still won’t budge. “It’s almost like something’s blocking it on the other side,” I whisper to myself, feeling a cold dread creep up my spine. My thoughts race as I desperately search for another way out.

Frantically, I dig through my backpack, throwing out random items in a panic until my hand closes around something cold and heavy. I pull it out, staring at the hammer in my hand, bewildered. “How did this get in here?” I wonder briefly, but there’s no time to think about it. I shove the other items back into my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder as I squeeze the hammer tightly.

Without another moment’s hesitation, I dart towards the window, fumbling with the old latch until it finally gives way. I push the window open, feeling the cool night air rush in, sharp and biting against my skin. The ground below seems miles away, and some of me hesitate, but I quickly shake off the fear. “You got this, Genesis,” I whisper, steeling my nerves.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly step out onto the narrow ledge, my feet carefully finding purchase on the uneven shingles. The wind whips around me, tugging at my clothes and hair as I inch along the side of the house, trying to keep my balance. I take small, deliberate steps, my heart racing with every creak and shift of the roof beneath me. One wrong move, and I know I could slip and fall.

The other window is just ahead, but it feels miles away. When I finally reach it, I raise the hammer, gripping it with both hands. The first blow lands with a dull thud, cracking the glass but not breaking it. Panic flares up inside me as I think about my friends, but I force myself to focus. I take a deep breath and swing the hammer harder this time.

The glass shatters with a loud crash, pieces falling inside like thin ice. Without wasting a second, I swing one leg over the ledge and into the room, carefully avoiding the shards that sprinkle on the floor. I pull myself inside, my breath coming in short, frantic gasps as I finally stand up.

The room was dark. This place never felt abandoned, but the atmosphere felt different; the air had thickened, and everything felt uncanny. 

As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I notice a strange painting on the wall across from me, partially hidden by a curtain. Something about it feels oddly familiar, but there’s no time to investigate. The sounds from downstairs are getting louder and more chaotic, and I know I must find my friends. 

I scan the room, searching for another door, window, or anything that could lead me to safety. But as I step toward what looks like another door, a cold gust of wind blows through the broken window, slamming the door shut behind me. I whirl around, the hammer raised in my hand, but the room is empty.

Empty, except for the intense sensation that I’m not alone.

“Hyunjin,” I whisper, my voice barely audible in the stillness. I feel his presence before seeing him, the air growing colder, the shadows deepening. My heart skips a beat as I sense him behind me, close enough, almost to feel his breath on my neck.

“Genesis,” his voice echoes softly in the darkness, sending a shiver down my spine.

I close my eyes, trying to steady my breathing, but the fear is overwhelming. “Please, Hyunjin,” I plead, slowly facing him. His figure is more defined now, his features sharp in the pale moonlight. “You don’t have to do this.”

But the look in his eyes is filled with something dark and unyielding, something that makes my blood run cold. “They have to pay,” he says, his voice laced with a quiet fury. “For what their parents did to me. For what they stole from me.”

“No,” I shake my head, backing away from him, the hammer slipping from my grasp and clattering to the floor. “It’s not their fault. They didn’t—”

“They’re guilty by blood, Genesis,” Hyunjin interrupts, his tone harsh and unforgiving. The door slams shut again, and I’m trapped. “You can’t save them.”

My back hits the wall, and I feel tears in my eyes. “Hyunjin, please,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I’ll find a way to help you, I promise; just don’t hurt them. Don’t—”

But he’s already gone, leaving me alone in the dark, with nothing but the distant screams echoing through the empty halls, and his words made my heart skip a beat. They were harsh. 

I  fall to the floor, my mind racing with desperate thoughts. I have to figure this out and find a way to stop him. But with every passing second, I feel the grip of dread tightening around me, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m running out of time.

I sit on the cold floor, paralyzed by the weight of Hyunjin’s words. My breath comes in short, shallow gasps as I try to understand what happened. He’s gone, but his presence lingers, heavy and oppressive, filling the room with an icy chill. My mind races, thinking of the others—Seulgi, Fatou, Lara. They’re all downstairs, Unaware of how much danger they are in. 

I force myself to stand, my legs trembling as I push away from the wall. I need to get to them, to warn them, to stop Hyunjin before he—

A blood-curdling scream pierces the air, cutting through my thoughts like a knife. Another follows it, then silence. My heart drops into my stomach, and I feel a cold sweat across my forehead. I grab the hammer from the floor, my knuckles white as I grip it tightly, and reach the door.

It opens with a creak, and I step out into the hallway, every instinct screaming to run, hide, and escape this cursed house. But I can’t leave them. I move cautiously down the corridor, the floorboards creaking under my weight, and head toward the stairs.

The house grows darker as I navigate, and the shadows morph into horrifying shapes. The once-familiar walls now feel suffocating, like they’re closing in on me. My heart drops when I reach the bottom step and stare into the living room, dimmed by the moonlight.

The sight that stares back at me will haunt me forever. 

Lara’s lifeless body slumps on the floor, her eyes wide open in terror, her mouth frozen in a silent scream. Blood pools around her head, soaking into the carpet. I choke back a sob, my legs threatening to give out beneath me. “No… no, no, no,” I whisper, frozen in fear and shock. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.

But it is.

I stumble forward, my eyes exploring the room, searching for any sign of the others. I find Fatou near the fireplace, her body slumped against the wall,  her dark bruise circles her neck, the unmistakable mark of strangulation. My heart shatters, and I feel bile rising in my throat.

“Fatou… Lara…” I gasp, dropping to my knees beside them. Tears blur my vision as I reach out to touch them, to shake them awake; they had no pulse, their breaths were cold, and they were unresponsive. Their lifeless bodies lay on the ground.

A noise behind me snaps me out of my grief, and I whirl around, the hammer raised defensively. But it’s just Seulgi stumbling into the room, her face streaked with tears and horror. She looks at me, then at the bodies, and lets out a wail of despair. “No! No, this can’t be real!” she cries, collapsing beside Lara.

“Seulgi, we have to leave now,” I cry, my voice filled with grief, attempting to drag her.  She remained unresponsive; tears flowed down her face.

“Hyunjin did this,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with fear and grief. “We have to leave before he—”

A sudden chill fills the room, and the temperature drops so drastically that I can see my breath misting in the air. I feel a cold hand brush against the back of my neck. I freeze, knowing without looking that Hyunjin is there.

“Genesis,” his voice is soft, almost gentle, but I can hear its underlying menace. “You can’t escape me. “ She can’t escape me.”

I yank Seulgi to her feet, dragging her toward the door. As I attempt to drag Seulgi, I feel a strong force holding her back. “Seulgi!” I cried as I tried to pull her, but the weight dragged her into the darkness, leaving me alone, scared, stuck, and guilty.  I approached the way she went until someone or something approached me. 

"Genesis," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "You can't run from me. You can't save them."

I picked up the hammer that I left on the ground. My grip tightened around it. But I knew it was useless. I had no idea how to fight him or stop the spirit hellbent on revenge. But I couldn’t let him hurt Seulgi, not after everything we’d been through. She is probably dead now. That thought stayed in the back of my mind. Tears rolled down my eyes, staining my face.

"Hyunjin, please," I said, stepping forward, trying to keep my voice steady. "This isn’t going to solve your problems. 

He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes unreadable, then slowly began to move toward me, his presence overwhelming, almost suffocating. "It’s too late, princess,” he murmured, his voice filled with a chilling certainty. "They are already dead.”

My heart sank… as my breath got caught in my throat. My body began to shake out of fear. 

He reached out toward me, and I felt a cold shock of fear shoot through my body.

"Hyunjin, please!" I begged, my voice trembling. "There has to be another way!" I cried

But he wasn’t listening, his gaze fixed on me with anger and lust. He closed the distance between us, and I felt his icy hand brush against my cheek, sending a shiver of fear and something else down my spine. 

"Genesis," he whispered, his voice soft and almost tender now but still laced with that underlying threat. "You can't stop this. It’s already begun. But you… you could still be with me."

His words sent a jolt of shock through me. "What… what do you mean?"

His gaze softened, his hand lingering on my cheek, the coldness of his touch sending conflicting sensations through my body—fear, yes, but also a strange, almost magnetic pull. "I could make you mine," he said, his voice low and nearly hypnotic. "You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

I stared at him, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. I could feel his presence overwhelming me, pulling me in, and I struggled to resist, to hold on to my own will. "No," I whispered, shaking my head, but the word came out weak, uncertain.

"Yes," he murmured, his voice soft and compelling, his hand moving to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. "You know you want to, Genesis. You know you can’t resist me."

I felt my resolve slipping, my body responding to his touch even as my mind screamed at me to stop. His eyes bored into mine, and I felt the last remnants of my will crumble. I leaned into him, my lips inches from his, drawn in by the dark allure of his words.

Our lips met in a kiss that lasted a few seconds but felt like years. I was lost in his touch. When we pulled away, our eyes met. 

He pinned me against the wall, and our lips met once again. I began to squirm slightly. He killed my friends and haunted me. Why was I enjoying this…

 My head began to spin. I felt so many emotions at once. The main ones were fear and lust. Why was this somewhat turning me on?  I was confused  

His kisses trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of bruises. I began to squirm. “Please, no,” I said. He doesn't respond. He positions me on the living room floor on my back, stripping me nude,  leaving me in just underwear. He slid down my panties and threw them across the room. “You're so wet for me,” he said softly with a smile. He was right; I was soaked. He squeezed my cheeks together, closing my thighs, flicking his tongue at my womanhood. I gasped loudly “FUCK! STOP.” I cried out. He ignored me. He licks from top to bottom, not missing a spot. Pleasure filled my body. He constantly makes long strokes with his tongue. Sounds I never knew I could make came out of my mouth. He placed his tongue against my warm center, which was my sensitive spot.

“What are you doing to me-”  I said before feeling his tongue against spots I didn't even know existed. Then, Groans and pornographic sounds filled the room.

He chuckles. “You look so pretty while making those sounds,” he said while we made eye contact. “Let's see what more you can make.” 

Once, his plush lips and nose interacted with my womanhood many times. I felt my legs getting weak. “Tell me your mine,” He said while sucking on my clit, demanding for dominance.  My breath hitched, and a moan escaped from my lips. I nodded as noises came out of my mouth.

………

He positioned himself on his knees. He took his shirt off, discarding it on the floor and revealing his toned body. The sound of him unbuckling his pants and unzipping them made my heart skip a beat. He lowers his pants down enough to let his cock out of restraint. He dragged his dick across the lining of my vagina. I could feel that he might be large. The thought of having sex with a ghost flooded my mind.

 How is this possible? Could I get pregnant? I snapped back into reality as he then pushed his tip inside me, and I felt arousal. I could feel his every vein and length within me.  I gasped loudly, which caused him to push deeper. We made eye contact. “You're so tight, love.” He said sweetly. 

I clenched onto him as my walls hugged his dick. His grip on my arms was deadly. I could feel my hands giving up on me, along with my legs. Skin-slapping sounds filled the room.  I squirmed somewhat, wanting him to stop, but another part of me felt pleasure. This felt so unreal. Everything was happening so fast. I take every inch of him, and the tip reaches my deepest part. I continue panting and squirming. He nestled inside me. He even told me to breathe. So I did that.  His pelvis met mine repeatedly. 

 “Get wet for me, doll It will make everything much smoother.” 

He thrusted himself inside me. I let out more moans. This repeated for hours. I felt like I was sinning. I felt guilt in my body, but it felt so good. 

Once he was done, he gave me a soft smile. I felt secure, but he vanished as if he was never there.

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Niall being called cute

[symphonyhati]

*Review Film* ☆ Kim Ji-Young ☆ Filmnya relate banget si sama kehidupan rumah tangga buibu jaman now. Based on this film kita tau klo ibu rumah tangga terlebih yg sudah memiliki anak rentan sekali "Depresi". Sedikit spoiler si, disini karakter kim ji young punya 1 putri yg diurus full time olehnya. Walaupun dibantu suaminya (yg menurut gue jg pengertian) dia tetep jg kena depresi. Faktornya macem-macem, dari omongan orang tentang sosoknya, keluarga, masa lalu, dll. Klo kata emak gue si "Ini dia anaknya 1 aja stress gimana yg 2, 3 , dn lebih yak?" Hahaha, oke skip. Ya jadi salut sekali sama sosok para suami yg bener bener mau bantu urusan rumah tangga, even urus anak tanpa ngedumel atau bahas tentang ini tugas siapa itu tugas siapa. Karena dari jaman Nabi juga, Baginda Nabi Muhammad SAW sudah mencontohkan membantu istrinya dan tetap jadi pelipur lara istrinya jika marah. Terlebih ya, kadang kusedih klo inget klo sosok Ibu itu selalu sarapan terakhir, kadang lupa yg namanya sarapan. Makan sambil gendong anak, masak mie di angan2 bayangin makan mie panas panas kenyataannya selalu makan saat mie udah lodoh 🤣 Dan ini seringkali tidak ter-apreciate dengan baik. Padahal si ini menurut gue, kerjaan dirumah lebih cape'. Makanya di film itu jg kita tau klo para ibu butuh "Me Time". Dan kita jadi tau juga kada para ibu pekerja tidak melulu mengejar uang untuk kebutuhan, tapi bisa juga untuk pembuktian eksistensi dirinya yg mungkin dia rindukan, dulu punya studi bagus, karir oke,dll. Conclution --> ini film cocok mak buat temen #dirumahaja dan baper baperan sama perasaan. #DramaAndMovieReview https://www.instagram.com/p/B-6VwrlAmEM/?igshid=zrf0j8a2dobr

[the-dreamnote]

dreamnote_imekorea 우리는 짱친💘# Lara# Eunjo# DreamNote# DN