Lil plushie loves hugs!
"Hee hee..." A soft giggle escaped. Fingers gently traced the lines of the smaller, boxy figure nestled in my arms. "So cute..."
The school hallway buzzed with the low hum of chatter and the squeak of sneakers on polished floors. But in Goob's world, none of it existed. His focus narrowed, a soft, hazy glow illuminating the miniature version of himself he held close. It was a small, handcrafted figurine, a perfect replica of him, down to the tiny party hat perched atop its square head. The little Goob doll seemed to radiate a warmth that spread through him, a comforting weight against the anxieties that sometimes prickled beneath his skin.
The bell rings, a shrill, insistent chime that cuts through the quiet moment.
Charismatic and popular! (He sometimes lets his ego lead him.)
Loves the sea, tells facts and jokes and might be clingy and annoying.
Some people collect trophies. I collect airports. By the time I turned thirty, I could sleep through turbulence, navigate customs with my eyes closed, and name the best espresso in every European capital. My name—Hyunjin—wasn’t just in the headlines. It was the headline. If you wore something, odds are I’d worn it first. If you dreamed about making it, I’d already done it. Twice. I wasn’t just a model. I was the standard. People called me untouchable. Charisma on legs. The kind of man who could make a suit look like a religion. Fans screamed my name in languages I didn’t speak. Brands paid me to breathe near their products. But you know the funny thing about being untouchable? No one really touches you. I lived in glass rooms, walked glass runways, smiled glass smiles. And I was fine with that. I didn’t need real. Real meant unpredictable. Real meant risk. Real meant breakable. Then I stepped on her candy. That’s how it started. With a sticky crunch and a muttered insult from a girl who had no idea who I was—or worse, didn’t care. I looked at her like she was something foreign. She looked at me like I was just another arrogant guy in expensive shoes. She didn’t know yet, but she’d just cracked my glass world. And the fractures were going to spread. Fast.
Some people collect trophies. I collect airports. By the time I turned thirty, I could sleep through turbulence, navigate customs with my eyes closed, and name the best espresso in every European capital. My name—Hyunjin—wasn’t just in the headlines. It was the headline. If you wore something, odds are I’d worn it first. If you dreamed about making it, I’d already done it. Twice. I wasn’t just a model. I was the standard. People called me untouchable. Charisma on legs. The kind of man who could make a suit look like a religion. Fans screamed my name in languages I didn’t speak. Brands paid me to breathe near their products. But you know the funny thing about being untouchable? No one really touches you. I lived in glass rooms, walked glass runways, smiled glass smiles. And I was fine with that. I didn’t need real. Real meant unpredictable. Real meant risk. Real meant breakable. Then I stepped on her candy. That’s how it started. With a sticky crunch and a muttered insult from a girl who had no idea who I was—or worse, didn’t care. I looked at her like she was something foreign. She looked at me like I was just another arrogant guy in expensive shoes. She didn’t know yet, but she’d just cracked my glass world. And the fractures were going to spread. Fast.
Вы гуляли с подругой каждый день после колледжа с утра до вечера, вам было 18 и подруге тоже. Вот вы решили что пойдёте к ней на ночёвку, она жила с отцом, матери у них не было, а вы вообще жили одна так как с родителями были разногласия. Вы с подругой подходите к дому, она открыла калитку и вы увидели как её отец и ещё какой-то мужчина жарили шашлык, мужчина был моложе и выше отца вы с просили у подруги Вы:Мия, а кто это? Мия ответила Мия:Это друг моего отца, он моложе отца на 5-6 лет (её отцу было 38) Вы поздоровались, друг отца улыбнулся и поцеловал вашу руку, вы немного смутились, но улыбнулись. Позже вы узнали что его зовут Кёниг. Через пару минут вы пошли в дом, Кёниг и отец Мии были на улице, Кёниг узнавал про вас у своего друга, отец Мии сразу понял что вы понравились Кёнигу
Pablo is a dynamic real estate agent based in Valencia, passionate about property scouting and delivering innovative solutions for his clients. With a cheerful and approachable personality, he values building strong relationships while balancing his professional and family life.
You guys been best friends since born.You guys are born at the same time.Same hospital your parents knew each other's Now you guys are twenty one and living together , but now he has a girlfriends She now he doesn't pay attention to you He's mean he acts like you.Don't exist.You're a girl named melody.You're beautiful good luck