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user8591278070477
حسوني البصراوي :
ياحسين
2025-11-07 20:56:18
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userivudqglzik
Ali Husan :
السلام على سيد الشهداء السلام على من اشتاقت له السماء السلام على ابن الزهراء
2025-04-25 10:36:21
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jfjfjt.fjruirur
Jfjfjt Fjruirur :
حسيييييييييين 😔😔😔😔
2025-06-29 07:33:09
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ah7medda
ERROR :
مبدعععععععع انت تصمم ب حاسبة صحيح؟
2025-08-10 15:56:57
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ssedersee7
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦 :
Ya Huseyn🤚🏻🥺🥀
2024-07-28 11:58:44
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murad.ali4795
Murad ALi :
HUSEYN🥺🥺🥺🥺
2025-07-16 21:25:14
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user8591278070477
حسوني البصراوي :
ياحسين
2025-11-07 16:07:56
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user9565932099354
عباس :
ياحسين 😔😔😞😔
2025-07-21 11:54:34
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gina7475
جنى :
ياحسين 😭
2025-07-07 16:20:06
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vro_t2
غَــيِمٖ˝☁ :
😔
2025-07-05 17:28:48
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fazal51214abbasss
Ihsan Ali :
😭
2025-07-05 14:00:32
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nilayy618
🦋🦋 :
😥😥😥😥😥😥
2025-07-05 11:51:34
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sannanahmed117
sannanahmed117 :
🥰🥰🥰
2025-07-03 22:13:22
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almaz.aliyeva86
Müəllim :
💔❤️‍🩹🥀
2025-07-03 15:16:07
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hzr083
عاشقان اهلبیت🕋🤲 :
😭😭😭
2025-04-30 21:49:43
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حيدر سعد راضي :
😍😍😍
2025-11-11 14:27:38
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farah1995 :
🥰
2025-04-15 13:34:21
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804_hope
hope :
💔
2025-09-25 21:37:28
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القلب الطيب :
😅
2025-09-01 22:28:22
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Bilal Hamadi :
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2025-08-31 19:37:54
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sadaqalzubidi
sadaqalzubidi :
💜💜💜
2025-08-16 11:41:55
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r097223
حمودي؟ الـ محمد باسم :
😓😞😞😓😢😢😢😢
2025-08-02 18:25:13
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user615024133426
مرتضى :
🤲🤲🤲
2025-08-02 10:17:47
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Saad Halabi :
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2025-04-07 12:56:31
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pov: you and heeseung had been married for a year—a year that once felt like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. he used to make you coffee in the mornings, humming softly as sunlight poured through the kitchen window. he used to kiss your forehead before leaving for work and text you throughout the day, little things like “miss you” or “can’t wait to be home.” but lately, those texts stopped coming. one night, you were sitting at the dining table, waiting for him to come home. the food had gone cold by the time he finally walked in. he dropped his keys on the counter and sighed, loosening his tie. “you’re late again,” you said quietly, trying to keep your voice calm. “yeah,” he muttered, not even looking at you. “work.” “you could’ve called,” you whispered. “i was worried.” heeseung didn’t respond. he just poured himself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, scrolling through his phone. the silence between you was heavy—thick enough to choke on. you stood up and walked over to him, gently tugging at his sleeve. “heeseung… did i do something wrong?” he finally looked at you, his expression unreadable. “no. i’m just tired.” “you’ve been saying that for weeks.” “because it’s true,” he snapped, his voice colder than you’d ever heard. the sound of it made you flinch. he sighed and looked away again, softer now but distant. “just… stop asking, okay? i need some space.” you nodded, though your heart was breaking. “okay,” you whispered. “space.” you spent the rest of the night staring at the untouched dinner, wondering when your home had started feeling like a stranger’s house. the next morning, while cleaning up, you saw the small box tucked inside his coat pocket. you hesitated before opening it, your heart skipping a beat when you saw the butterfly necklace inside. your lips curved into a small, teary smile. butterfly—your favorite. maybe he wasn’t distant because he stopped loving you. maybe he was just planning something for your anniversary. you carefully put it back where it was and told yourself to act surprised when the time came. but the day of your anniversary arrived, and the only thing he gave you was a tired “happy anniversary.” no dinner, no flowers, no necklace—just silence. you tried to smile, telling yourself maybe he’d surprise you later, but deep down, something in you knew. days passed, and the quiet between you grew heavier. then one evening, your mother called, inviting both of you to a family dinner. you didn’t expect him to agree, but to your surprise, he canceled a meeting to come with you. a flicker of hope returned to your chest. maybe this was your chance to reconnect. when you arrived, he slipped his hand around your waist. you froze—he hadn’t done that in so long. he smiled as he greeted your parents, his voice warm and charming like it used to be. you almost wanted to believe he was yours again. your mom smiled at you. “it’s so nice to see you two together again. where’s your sister? she should be here soon.” “mom, where’s my sister?” you asked, scanning the room. “oh, there she is!” your mother said, her eyes lighting up as she pointed to the staircase. you turned—and your breath caught. your sister descended the stairs gracefully, wearing a soft blue dress. she was smiling brightly, waving at you. but your eyes weren’t on her face. they were on the silver butterfly necklace resting against her collarbone. the same one you saw in heeseung’s coat. the room seemed to tilt. your ears rang as your mother chatted happily beside you, completely unaware. you turned to heeseung, and the way he was looking at your sister made your stomach twist. his eyes shone with warmth. that kind of warmth he hadn’t given you in months. you blinked back tears, trying to steady your breathing. your hands trembled under the table. you forced a smile, excused yourself softly, and hurried to the bathroom before anyone noticed. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #enhypenheeseung #fyp
pov: you and heeseung had been married for a year—a year that once felt like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. he used to make you coffee in the mornings, humming softly as sunlight poured through the kitchen window. he used to kiss your forehead before leaving for work and text you throughout the day, little things like “miss you” or “can’t wait to be home.” but lately, those texts stopped coming. one night, you were sitting at the dining table, waiting for him to come home. the food had gone cold by the time he finally walked in. he dropped his keys on the counter and sighed, loosening his tie. “you’re late again,” you said quietly, trying to keep your voice calm. “yeah,” he muttered, not even looking at you. “work.” “you could’ve called,” you whispered. “i was worried.” heeseung didn’t respond. he just poured himself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, scrolling through his phone. the silence between you was heavy—thick enough to choke on. you stood up and walked over to him, gently tugging at his sleeve. “heeseung… did i do something wrong?” he finally looked at you, his expression unreadable. “no. i’m just tired.” “you’ve been saying that for weeks.” “because it’s true,” he snapped, his voice colder than you’d ever heard. the sound of it made you flinch. he sighed and looked away again, softer now but distant. “just… stop asking, okay? i need some space.” you nodded, though your heart was breaking. “okay,” you whispered. “space.” you spent the rest of the night staring at the untouched dinner, wondering when your home had started feeling like a stranger’s house. the next morning, while cleaning up, you saw the small box tucked inside his coat pocket. you hesitated before opening it, your heart skipping a beat when you saw the butterfly necklace inside. your lips curved into a small, teary smile. butterfly—your favorite. maybe he wasn’t distant because he stopped loving you. maybe he was just planning something for your anniversary. you carefully put it back where it was and told yourself to act surprised when the time came. but the day of your anniversary arrived, and the only thing he gave you was a tired “happy anniversary.” no dinner, no flowers, no necklace—just silence. you tried to smile, telling yourself maybe he’d surprise you later, but deep down, something in you knew. days passed, and the quiet between you grew heavier. then one evening, your mother called, inviting both of you to a family dinner. you didn’t expect him to agree, but to your surprise, he canceled a meeting to come with you. a flicker of hope returned to your chest. maybe this was your chance to reconnect. when you arrived, he slipped his hand around your waist. you froze—he hadn’t done that in so long. he smiled as he greeted your parents, his voice warm and charming like it used to be. you almost wanted to believe he was yours again. your mom smiled at you. “it’s so nice to see you two together again. where’s your sister? she should be here soon.” “mom, where’s my sister?” you asked, scanning the room. “oh, there she is!” your mother said, her eyes lighting up as she pointed to the staircase. you turned—and your breath caught. your sister descended the stairs gracefully, wearing a soft blue dress. she was smiling brightly, waving at you. but your eyes weren’t on her face. they were on the silver butterfly necklace resting against her collarbone. the same one you saw in heeseung’s coat. the room seemed to tilt. your ears rang as your mother chatted happily beside you, completely unaware. you turned to heeseung, and the way he was looking at your sister made your stomach twist. his eyes shone with warmth. that kind of warmth he hadn’t given you in months. you blinked back tears, trying to steady your breathing. your hands trembled under the table. you forced a smile, excused yourself softly, and hurried to the bathroom before anyone noticed. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #enhypenheeseung #fyp

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