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Caramelle Khavasya Gritavie.
ㅤㅤ ⚠️ 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥 ⚠️
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☆★ 𝐃ue to @Telegram's privacy policy, i declare that i'm not real 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗠𝗶𝗻 - 𝗝𝘂. This channel has nothing to do with Kim Min - ju or Urbanworks Entertainment in real life and is only for roleplayer activities. All the media that I use here are sourced from Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, etc.
𝕬 𝓑eautiful and 𝕾weet face has a 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 and a d︭i︭m︭p︭l︭e︭. 𝗮p𝗽e𝗮ri𝗻g in an 🅔🅛🅔🄶🄰🄽🅣 style, 𝓢he is highly respected 𝓑y the men and 𝑤︭𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛. this is a 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 who comes 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝐄𝐗 𝐈𝐙*𝐎𝐍𝐄, has a 𝔟eautiful 𝓥oice and also looks 𝐜︭𝐡︭𝐚︭𝐫︭𝐦︭𝐢︭𝐧︭𝐠︭ if 🅢🅗🅔 sings 𝒪ften. 𝓑orn in 𝓕︭e︭b︭u︭r︭a︭r︭🅈︭. M𝗮y𝗯e y︭︭o︭u︭ are already 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 with her, she is 𝕶︭i︭m︭ 𝕸in—𝓙u or better known by the name 𝗠i𝗻j𝘂.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝓘 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾.
𝕽arely do the words I love you precede a question mark– but it is a question nontheless and your answer to mine as the incarnation of a wish– the fulfillment of promise.
𝕾omewhere between falling in and out of love, the question spilled from our and over– readily answered with greedy hand and ravenous mouths. It was cautiously whispered on rooftops, looking down on terrifying heights and cried out under creased, white sheets in breathless admissions.
𝕿owards goodbye, I asked the question and your reply was a thoughtless words into an empty canyon– just to hear them repeater back.
* . ✧ ✵ . * ˚ . * · ✧
“𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.
“𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.”
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
— 🤍🤍🤍
𝕽arely do the words I love you precede a question mark– but it is a question nontheless and your answer to mine as the incarnation of a wish– the fulfillment of promise.
𝕾omewhere between falling in and out of love, the question spilled from our and over– readily answered with greedy hand and ravenous mouths. It was cautiously whispered on rooftops, looking down on terrifying heights and cried out under creased, white sheets in breathless admissions.
𝕿owards goodbye, I asked the question and your reply was a thoughtless words into an empty canyon– just to hear them repeater back.
* . ✧ ✵ . * ˚ . * · ✧
“𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.
“𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.”
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
— 🤍🤍🤍
♡ 가상 사랑！.
We feel in love through screens, through satellites that carried our words across the aching void. Night after night, we spoke about hands on bodies and lips on skin. After the silence, I would think of all girls made of flesh on bone within your arm's reach.
As winter gave way to summer, the duse motes dancing in the sunlight blurred into pixels, and I gave my heart to a photograph. I wondered how I could be so afraid of losing something that wasn't mine.
Then came the crossed wires, the signal jam. The static that grew between us—its dull, murmuring protest. And I would question if there were others just like me who had found themselves caught in your orbit. Whether I was just another celestial body, sent up from the ground; when the moon—the original satellite—is the only one you see from where you're standing.
Happy Anniversary, Bubi ♡.
We feel in love through screens, through satellites that carried our words across the aching void. Night after night, we spoke about hands on bodies and lips on skin. After the silence, I would think of all girls made of flesh on bone within your arm's reach.
As winter gave way to summer, the duse motes dancing in the sunlight blurred into pixels, and I gave my heart to a photograph. I wondered how I could be so afraid of losing something that wasn't mine.
Then came the crossed wires, the signal jam. The static that grew between us—its dull, murmuring protest. And I would question if there were others just like me who had found themselves caught in your orbit. Whether I was just another celestial body, sent up from the ground; when the moon—the original satellite—is the only one you see from where you're standing.
Happy Anniversary, Bubi ♡.