ใจ ' โโโโ โโ i๐นy๐พy๐ ! I'll put you under some kinda stateโโCe soir je te suis jusqu'ร l'infini au-delร des planรจtes โฟธ ๐ แฐ You ain't no good, I ain't gon' lie ๐ฎ๐ญ. ๐ฌ๐ฒ ' ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ง
are u going to post a part two for hardly ever smile without u ๐
YES I AM #soon !!! Sorry gais Iโve been going to school the past few days cuz I have grad deco and I gotta work on the yearbook too (ALONE ๐ก๐ก๐ก) so Iโm like really busy but Iโll jinja try to post soon when I find time
โ โข ' ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ เณ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ โโ the boy who moved next door got you cornered in the laundry room, all nervous. แข..แข ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ / ' ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
โ โโ โ โ โโ โ โโ โ โ โโ โ โโ โโโ โ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โโโโ i get red at the thought of you, you treat me like you're supposed to do. i want all of you โ๏ธ
โ ์ฌํค EDITION . get me a house next to won and ill crack him everyday
you remember the first time you saw jungwon. he was wearing a white tee that hugged his figure while carrying a brown cardboard box, unintentionally flexing his biceps.
you weren't ready at all, only leaving the house with your dirtied down tank top with your messy hair put up with a claw clip. he talked to you like you both had been life long friends as he put in his code to his apartment.
"so you're my new neighbour?" he glanced at you for a bit, smiling while you stood there in complete embarrassment. "cute top, honey" he complimented you without realising how it made your heart race.
you looked down at your tank top, it was off white with honey jar patterns all over it. oh gosh, you wish you could crawl up into a hole and die right now.
from then on, it was small conversations to flirty remarks whenever he saw you in the hallways or near your apartment entrance. his words were always accompanied by your nickname which he grew fond ofโ'honey'. it made butterflies erupt in your stomach and your heart race.
you swore you started seeing him everywhere now. and every time he walked by you, he looked at you with something you couldn't quite figure out.
by week four, you were sure he was doing this on purpose.
bumping into you and slyly looking at your lips, thinking you wouldn't notice. holding your waist just for a few seconds to pass by you in tight spaces, like near the tiny elevator.
you could never escape yang jungwon.
so it didn't surprise you when you saw him cooped up, trying to work one of the machines in the laundry room. you walked down the stairs, basket in hand with a little smile seeing his confused face.
"you're supposed to insert the coin." you said, walking next to him as you saw his eyes light up at the sight of you.
"i did, about four of them." he said, scratching the back of his with an embarrassed look.
you took a closer look at the laundry machine, hitting it once or twice. you sighed as you looked back at him, crossing your arms. "you got one of the faulty machines, there's only a few good ones that work around here."
"gosh really?" he said, you swore you could hear a whimper behind the hands that covered his face.
"i wonder why they still keep this shitty place up." he said, sighing.
"swear this place is some kind of money laundering scheme." you joked, trying to cheer him up due to his loss of four coins. "i'm telling you, i heard a slot machine at the back the other day."
jungwon laughed, his voice like honey. you've never heard his laugh before, but now you'd give anything to hear it again.
"didn't know you've got a sense of humour, honey." there it was again, that damn nickname. your breath hitched as he looked at you with his dreamy daze.
you cleared your throat, reaching for your basket but he moved faster. fast enough to block any exit for you to escape. his hand slid next to the machine next to you, leaning into you. everything moved so fast yet so slow.
"jungwonโ" the air between you thickened as you let his name out your mouth.
"funny...we keep seeing each other everywhere." his eyes now locked onto yours.
"well, we live next to each other." you shrugged, trying to act unfazed by how nervous he made you.
"just feels more than a coincidence, yeah?" jungwon raises his eyebrow with a smirk plastered on his face.
"i don't...believe in fate." you say, looking away from him with a flushed face. truth is, you actually didn't believe in the word fate, not one bit.
it was merely a myth your mother told you during your nightly bedtime stories, it never felt realistic to you. so why did it feel like it was just out of arms reach now?
"mm, but i do, honey." jungwon leaned in closer, his lips just an inch away from yours. gosh, the things you'd do to pull him by the collar and join your lips together.
his eyes fell down to your lips, plump and so kissable. if only he could ditch everything that was hiding him back and pull you into his arms in that laundry room. your back pressed against the machine as his hand came incredibly close to your waist, but he never quite touched you.
he could see how nervous you looked, jungwon could almost hear your heart pounding out of your chest. it was the cutest sight he'd ever seen.
his eyes shifted, away from your lips and away from your face. he plucked a stray coin from the machine you were resting against.
"lucky penny." jungwon stepped back as he whispered.
you broke away from your daze immediately, clearing your throat quietly. jungwon smirked again, looking back at you with those eyes again, the eyes that said everything his mouth couldn't.
"see you around, honey." he said, leaving your place, going to the other room of the laundry place, leaving you there a blushing mess.
one more 'honey' from his mouth and you swore you would be his.
โ โ ๐บ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ. do not copy, repost or translate my works
30 pages ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐of the yearbook๐๐๐๐๐๐๐that i should make๐๐๐๐๐all by myself ๐๐๐๐๐
My name is Adham, and before the war, I lived a simple but happy life. I worked as a driver with my own car, earning an honest living by taking people where they needed to go. It wasn't a luxurious life, but it was enough. I was proud that I could provide for myself and look toward the future with hope.
Shortly before the war began, I got married. My wife and I dreamed of building a peaceful life together, but those dreams were shattered almost overnight.
The war took everything from us. Our home was destroyed, and the car that was my only source of income was lost. In a matter of days, I went from being able to support my family to having nothing.
Today, my wife and I live in a tent. Even the small piece of land where our tent stands is not free, and the landowner asks us to pay rent every month. We struggle every day to find food, clean water, and the basic necessities of life.
My name is Adham, and before the war, I lived a simple but happy life. I worked as a driver with my own car, earning an honest living by tak
As if losing everything wasn't enough, I was seriously injured during the war. A bullet struck my chest, and it still remains inside my body. I need surgery to remove it, but the operation costs far more than I could ever afford. Every day I live with pain and uncertainty, knowing that I cannot pay for the treatment I need.
I also had a fundraising campaign in the past, but unfortunately, I never received the support that was collected for me because I was deceived by the person managing the campaign. After that painful experience, I am now searching for a trustworthy person who can help me create and manage a new fundraising campaign so I can finally receive the support my family urgently needs.
I am asking for your help with humility and hope. Whether you can help by creating a fundraiser, donating, or simply sharing my story, your support could truly change our lives. Your kindness will help us cover our basic living expenses, pay the rent for the land where our tent stands, buy food and other essentials, and, most importantly, give me a chance to receive the surgery I desperately need.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking the time to read my story and for standing with my family during the hardest time of our lives. Your kindness gives us hope that we are not alone.
No donation is too small. If you are unable to donate, sharing my story or helping me find someone who can safely organize a fundraising campaign would mean the world to us.
