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嘉宝 💗 :
I LITERALLY WENT THERE TWO DAYS AGO.
2023-12-19 03:41:31
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Kris10Estrada :
I went a few days before Christmas and it was so packed I got on nothing 😃
2023-12-27 10:28:05
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Adriana Pintilie :
ce frumos🥰🥰🥰🥰
2023-12-18 18:49:53
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🤩 :
For you page
2023-12-19 20:45:07
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Jian :
I went today 🤭
2023-12-26 14:11:17
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🔥 :
is it snowing in seoul?
2023-12-19 06:02:48
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️ :
SO PRETTYY
2023-12-18 18:50:11
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snoopy :
went here too 3 weeks ago 🥹
2023-12-18 16:18:14
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Thanh Thảo Review Phòng Trọ SV :
Tui sẽ fl cả tiktok
2023-12-19 04:24:23
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edwin :
Merry Christmas
2023-12-18 11:27:16
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minsu :
Algún día 💕
2023-12-19 03:37:50
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Orange Dance🍊 :
Very good
2023-12-19 01:34:40
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liv :
@HEATHER 🐡 go there
2023-12-19 06:33:33
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🤍 :
@Sya4life✿ siukkk
2023-12-19 05:20:28
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taeha<3 :
@Luzie waooo
2023-12-18 17:09:49
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Hong Chang-Mi :
@VanDuy sao lúc mình ik nó khác quá zậy anh!!
2023-12-26 00:31:57
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💸Mishel._.미셸💸 :
@🧞♀️Mami🎧 סתכליי
2023-12-18 12:33:23
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lx😛 :
OMG @🎧
2023-12-19 03:15:00
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Ngọc Ánh 🐼🐹 :
@PhD diary in Korea đây nứa ạ
2024-08-21 05:09:32
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🌷✨⭐️ :
@LaJIbOlALa_edits THATS THE THING I WISH
2023-12-25 02:36:35
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𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 :
@happy :] ( Chan's versión )
2023-12-19 03:43:23
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jelly :
@vera
2023-12-19 00:40:56
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🧚🏼♀️ :
@nadeija @H🖤✨️
2023-12-18 19:00:58
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wtf18051 :
😁😁😁
2025-10-24 12:32:24
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![#pov — [ last part. ] “somewhere in between.” jeo ong — the man who made you believe that ordinary moments could feel like forever. jeo's pov the room was quiet in that way hospitals get after midnight — like the walls themselves knew they had to be gentle. the only light was the warm yellow glow above her bed, dim enough to make shadows soften, bright enough to keep her from disappearing in the dark. i sat on the chair right next to her, our hands intertwined on the blanket. i could feel the faint pulse beneath her skin—soft, slow, fragile. she looked tired. not the tiredness that comes from a long day. it was the kind that felt like she had been carrying the weight of her life for too long. but she still turned her head a little toward me, her lashes fluttering like they were too heavy to lift. “jeo,” she whispered, her voice's barely above air. “hm?” i leaned closer. “can you… talk?” her words were slow, delicate. “i just… want to hear your voice.” “gusto mo… magkwento ako?” tanong ko ng mahina. i didn’t know what to say at first. my mind was a mess. my chest was a battlefield. but she wanted my voice. she asked for me. so i began. “when i was a kid,” i started softly, “my dad used to take us on these random weekend trips to nowhere. he would just pick a direction and drive. no plan. no map. no idea where we’d end up. we’d stop at rivers and old bridges and small towns. everything always felt new. everything felt possible.” i felt her breathing — slower and softer, only because of the machine helping her. “one time,” i continued, “we found this clearing near the mountain. just grass, nothing else. but the sky there looked so close it felt like if i reached up, i could touch it. my mom said.. the world always looks bigger when you’re small. but as you grow older, it gets harder to feel wonder.” my voice cracked. i tried to hide it. but i failed. but i kept talking. “i think… being with you made the world feel big again.” her fingers weakly tightened around mine — just barely. but i felt it like thunder. i breathed in. and i kept going. i told her about the sound of rivers, the smell of pine trees, the way the sky looked different in different towns. i told her about drawing constellations in the air with my siblings, about my mom singing off-key in the car, about how i used to run through fields and believe i was flying. my voice shook. pero hindi ako tumigil. she listened. she's not moving. she's just breathing. i swallowed hard and spoke again. “'di ba ang saya? kapag magaling ka na, gagawin din natin lahat 'yon. kaya magpagaling ka na.” her lips curved into the smallest, softest smile. “jeo,” she whispered, “𝘪𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘢…” my heart shattered so quietly, i couldn’t breathe. “no…” my voice broke instantly. “no, wait. marami pa akong kwento. marami pa kaming pinuntahan na gusto kong ikwento sa'yo. huwag ka munang matulog.. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵—” tears fell before i even realized i was crying. she lifted her hand, slow, weak, shaking — to touch my cheek. her thumb brushed away my tears. it was the softest goodbye i’ve ever felt. i held her hand against my face. my voice trembled when i finally whispered: “okay.. 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.. i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere.” her eyes closed. her last breath came like a sigh. and after a minute, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. i bowed my head, my forehead resting against the back of her hand, and i let myself fall apart. i cried so hard that night. halos hindi ko makilala ang sarili ko sa sobrang pag iyak ng tahimik. ang bigat. i stayed like that. holding her. loving her. breaking beside her. because that was all i had left. and the night just kept going. like it didn’t even notice it had taken my whole world away. [ #fyp #jeoong #jeoongedits #jeremiahong ]](/video/cover/7568453215075781896.webp)
