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Frozen love

Chapter 3 BACK TO HANNAM

Word Count: 1043    |    Released on: 27/04/2025

here a year ago and I must say it's a place worth being in. The serenity and everything are just on another level. The other three members also like it, we all li

he only reason that stops me from yelling at him when he does that is that when somewhere important we have to go he's the one who comes to wake

figured out the theme yet, but since the other day, I've been dreaming about it, and I think that I might have the perfect idea of what to wri

my bandmates, and trying to create stories out of nowhere, I still can't help. I'm still thinking about him. I had invited him and I'm not sure if he is goi

mine is at the forest triage Itaewon. Well, I've never been to the house before, but according to the

ic so I had a chance to throw the fake party. It's fake because I hadn't planned for it, plus it seems like it's a party that I will be attending alone because I h

g on their music. I didn't want to disturb them; it might seem like an easy situation

d a bodyguard, but I wanted to go alone, though it was not advisable. Getting to the FG entertainment company was just a simple task. Now the prob

le to live a normal life like walking on the streets with no people running after you asking for autographs and pictures, being able

the building and it

ut of their duty posts. Talk of the men and the women, they were all over me, you'd mistake me for a president or something

d like soldiers. Just from looking at them then you wouldn't want to mess with them. Everyone immediately returned to their duty posts. Then they escorted me to Mr. Chin's office,

d to the CCTV cameras and could see every corner of the building from hi

ng with his pen, a pen that he never leaves behind. I went to greet him once I got in, and he smiled. There's always one thing about his smile. It's always a promisi

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