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Abdulmohsen alanazi :

اخر واحد توقعته يقول حرفيا انت يا حمود هالكلمه ماهي عربيه ومدري من وين جت

2024-12-22 08:37:32

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m/m :

الرجل هذا موسوعه ادب وثقافه وله قبول من الله فالله يوفقه دنيا واخره

2024-12-22 11:04:39

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احمد الصوافي :

ما أسهل الحديث عن الصبر عندما لا تكون المصيبه مصيبتك🥺

2024-12-22 07:58:54

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عبدالله ماجد الظفيري :

يا اخي حمود الصاهود متعة متعة وتستمتع وانت تسمعه

2024-12-22 13:17:27

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ماجد📍 :

من كثر ابداع ابوصاهود لو يسلم فقط لا اعدت المقطع اكثر من مره 🌹

2024-12-22 08:29:57

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Nany.noon :

الهواين رفاهية لا يمتلكها الشقيان بلقمة عيشه

2024-12-22 09:56:36

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m :

حمود سبحان من زرع الراحه في كلامك واسلوبك لاسمعتك والله اني اطرب و انبسط الله يحفظك

2024-12-22 08:11:07

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pov:It starts the way heartbreak always does—quiet. Soft. A look he gives someone else. A message you weren’t supposed to see. An apology that doesn’t feel real. The first time he says her name in his sleep, you cry into your pillow. Sunghoon hears you. Through the thin walls of your shared apartment, every sob you try to hide reaches him. He never asks questions, never pushes. But every night, he waits outside your door a little longer. Just in case you need him. You never open it. Your boyfriend says she’s just a friend. A girl who “needs him.” You, being the kind one, the understanding one, smile and nod. But Sunghoon sees your hands shake when you do the dishes. He sees the tears hidden behind your tired eyes at breakfast. He leaves sticky notes on your mirror—bad jokes and tiny doodles that always make you smile, even if just for a second. You're tear-iffic. Aloe you vera much. You donut deserve this (but i brought you donuts anyway). You keep every one of them in a small box under your bed. One night, the quiet pain breaks again. He hears you crying. And for a second, Sunghoon almost knocks. Almost. But he tells himself, if she needs me, she’ll call. But you never do. Then one day, she posts a picture. Your boyfriend is in it. Too close. Too happy. You feel your stomach drop. When you ask him about it, he rolls his eyes. “It’s just a picture. You’re overthinking. Again.” And something in you snaps. You raise your voice. You cry, tired and broken, yelling that you’ve had enough. That he always puts her first. That it’s not fair. He just sighs and says you’re being dramatic. Sunghoon hears you again. But this time, he knocks. You open the door. And fall into his arms. You didn't say anything for a while. Just hold onto him like he’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely. “I’m here,” he whispers. “Always.” A few days pass. Then your phone buzzes: “We need to talk.” You know what it means. When he shows up at the apartment, Sunghoon is out buying groceries. It’s just you and him, standing in the middle of the living room where so many little pieces of you have already been broken. He starts talking, his voice calm like he practiced this. “I saw the way you looked at him,” he says. “You’re not even hiding it anymore.” You cross your arms. “At least he looks at me like I matter.” His jaw clenches. “You’re just mad. Don’t make this into something it isn’t.” You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “Oh, really? Then what is it? You comforting her like I don’t exist? You making me feel crazy every time I ask why she’s always around?” “I didn’t cheat.” “No,” you whisper. “But you wanted to. Every time she called, you were halfway out the door.” His voice lowers. “You’re not thinking clearly.” “No,” you say. “For once, I am.” He steps closer. “Watch how you talk to me.” You don’t move. “Why? Does the truth sound too loud now?” His hand twitches. He raises it—fast. You flinch. But it doesn’t land. Because suddenly, Sunghoon is there. In the doorway. Out of breath. Eyes full of anger. “Don’t,” Sunghoon says, voice tight. “Don’t you dare.” Your boyfriend freezes, hand still half-raised. Sunghoon steps in front of you. “If you ever think about hurting her again, even for a second, I won’t stay quiet next time.” Your boyfriend looks between you and Sunghoon. He scoffs. “Of course. You and him. It was always going to be this, wasn’t it?” You didn't answer. He leaves. Slams the door behind him. You sink to the couch, shaking. Sunghoon kneels in front of you and gently takes your hand. “Did he touch you?” You shake your head. “No. But… he almost did.” Sunghoon closes his eyes. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t here sooner.” You press your forehead against his. “You were just in time.” The apartment feels still afterward. Too still. You sit quietly on the couch, arms hugging your knees. Sunghoon comes over with a glass of water and a blanket. “Thank you,” you whisper. #fypシ゚ #fypp #yn #brunomars #song #songs #music #sunghoon #enhypen #popular(see comsec) cttro of the clips I used

pov:It starts the way heartbreak always does—quiet. Soft. A look he gives someone else. A message you weren’t supposed to see. An apology that doesn’t feel real. The first time he says her name in his sleep, you cry into your pillow. Sunghoon hears you. Through the thin walls of your shared apartment, every sob you try to hide reaches him. He never asks questions, never pushes. But every night, he waits outside your door a little longer. Just in case you need him. You never open it. Your boyfriend says she’s just a friend. A girl who “needs him.” You, being the kind one, the understanding one, smile and nod. But Sunghoon sees your hands shake when you do the dishes. He sees the tears hidden behind your tired eyes at breakfast. He leaves sticky notes on your mirror—bad jokes and tiny doodles that always make you smile, even if just for a second. You're tear-iffic. Aloe you vera much. You donut deserve this (but i brought you donuts anyway). You keep every one of them in a small box under your bed. One night, the quiet pain breaks again. He hears you crying. And for a second, Sunghoon almost knocks. Almost. But he tells himself, if she needs me, she’ll call. But you never do. Then one day, she posts a picture. Your boyfriend is in it. Too close. Too happy. You feel your stomach drop. When you ask him about it, he rolls his eyes. “It’s just a picture. You’re overthinking. Again.” And something in you snaps. You raise your voice. You cry, tired and broken, yelling that you’ve had enough. That he always puts her first. That it’s not fair. He just sighs and says you’re being dramatic. Sunghoon hears you again. But this time, he knocks. You open the door. And fall into his arms. You didn't say anything for a while. Just hold onto him like he’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely. “I’m here,” he whispers. “Always.” A few days pass. Then your phone buzzes: “We need to talk.” You know what it means. When he shows up at the apartment, Sunghoon is out buying groceries. It’s just you and him, standing in the middle of the living room where so many little pieces of you have already been broken. He starts talking, his voice calm like he practiced this. “I saw the way you looked at him,” he says. “You’re not even hiding it anymore.” You cross your arms. “At least he looks at me like I matter.” His jaw clenches. “You’re just mad. Don’t make this into something it isn’t.” You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “Oh, really? Then what is it? You comforting her like I don’t exist? You making me feel crazy every time I ask why she’s always around?” “I didn’t cheat.” “No,” you whisper. “But you wanted to. Every time she called, you were halfway out the door.” His voice lowers. “You’re not thinking clearly.” “No,” you say. “For once, I am.” He steps closer. “Watch how you talk to me.” You don’t move. “Why? Does the truth sound too loud now?” His hand twitches. He raises it—fast. You flinch. But it doesn’t land. Because suddenly, Sunghoon is there. In the doorway. Out of breath. Eyes full of anger. “Don’t,” Sunghoon says, voice tight. “Don’t you dare.” Your boyfriend freezes, hand still half-raised. Sunghoon steps in front of you. “If you ever think about hurting her again, even for a second, I won’t stay quiet next time.” Your boyfriend looks between you and Sunghoon. He scoffs. “Of course. You and him. It was always going to be this, wasn’t it?” You didn't answer. He leaves. Slams the door behind him. You sink to the couch, shaking. Sunghoon kneels in front of you and gently takes your hand. “Did he touch you?” You shake your head. “No. But… he almost did.” Sunghoon closes his eyes. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t here sooner.” You press your forehead against his. “You were just in time.” The apartment feels still afterward. Too still. You sit quietly on the couch, arms hugging your knees. Sunghoon comes over with a glass of water and a blanket. “Thank you,” you whisper. #fypシ゚ #fypp #yn #brunomars #song #songs #music #sunghoon #enhypen #popular(see comsec) cttro of the clips I used

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