Lirik Ice Cream Blackpink Novels & Stories

Then tell me how… --- 날개 잃은 채로 추락했던 날 어두운 나날 속에 갇혀 있던 날 그때쯤에 넌 날 끝내야 했어 Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Yeah-eah-eah-eah Bring out your boss, bitch Yeah-eah-eah-eah BLACKPINK! 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두, 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두 (how you like that?) 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두, 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두두 (you gon' like that) 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두, 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두 (how you like that?)

All flushed and glossy-eyed and… empty. But I posted it anyway. Captioned it with a flame emoji and a smirk. Let them eat it up. Let them believe I was okay.

His heart beat gets even faster this time and he could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Candies." Hajin suddenly whispered beside him. "Huh?" "I'm afraid of the crowd too but I always think of them as candies and then I'm alright. You should try it too." Hajin suggested. "They're candies, Hayan." He then finished up setting the projector and it's now time to stand up infront. They're candies... Hayan kept chanting on his head. Candies... And sure enough, his classmates miraculously turned into candies with only him and Hajin as a humans.

Amanda's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Huh?" "Don't huh me. You were overthinking again weren't you?" She interrogated with a smile. I admitted my guilt and she gave me a slap on the wrist (a habit she picked up recently) "Come on baby, let's focus on ourselves for today, okay?" She said. I nodded obediently with a smile as we kissed again, our car driving out of the venue with the plate behind reading. TO OUR ETERNAL LOVE ****

✨✨ Layla Listen to Hungry eyes- by Erick Carmen, dirty dancing https://open.spotify.com/track/31H6au3jhblhr6MMJiXnCq?si=lFI2y4t3Rtq_mrXJAtbl1A&context=spotify%3Aplaylist%3A37i9dQZF1DXc3KygMa1OE7 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

This song is good too. Slow laugh With a slower pace Let’s walk, hold both hands tightly So that the end can’t be seen Slow clouds Always like this We goin’ SLOWMOTION SLOWMOTION, yeah Iyah and I are enjoying the song when I felt someone looking at me. I sharply looked on the direction where I felt it and saw a guy wearing all black. He’s trying to blend on the crowd. I recognize him as one of the men chasing me when I arrived in Korea. D*mn! What is he doing here?! I’m sure he’s not alone. I muttered. And he saw me talking to Iyah. Sh*t! Then I messaged Miko to come on our table.

Both Aria and Lila's heads snapped up instantly, their eyes widening with excitement. "Ice cream?" they echoed at the same time. Ivy smiled knowingly. She knew exactly what she was doing. Ice cream had always been their weakness. And right now… they needed something—anything—to lift their spirits. "Yes," she said with a small nod. "Ice cream." Aria let out a small sigh, though this time it wasn't as heavy as before. "…Okay," she said quietly. "I need one." "Me too, Mommy. The chocolate flavour," Lila added quickly, already turning toward the shelter.

River deadpans and James scowls, addled. “Black & Co?” He asks and River gawks at him, incredulous. “No, for nasty big butts dot com.” River mutters dryly, “Yes! For Black & Co., Kipling!” River snaps and James glares at him, but it soon turns into a broad smile. “No bloody way!” James exclaims and River grins, proud. “And, Kipling?” “Yes, bloody way!” He chirps in response. “Also yes, Kipling.”

When they call my name, I glide onto the ice like I own it. Because I do. The music starts. My body moves before I even think. Every jump lands clean. Every spin is sharp. Every step sequence flows like water. I can feel the judges watching me. I can feel the crowd leaning in. I can feel the energy shifting, back to me, where it belongs. When I hit my final pose, the applause is loud enough to vibrate through my chest. And when the scores flash on the screen? Almost perfect. I smile. Of course they are. Because no matter what anyone says… No matter what Lena does… No matter what stupid cameras they put up… I’m still the best one out here. Lena can't beat that score. And everyone is finally r

"Can I get an iced latte?" I looked up and everything in my chest rearranged itself. Tristan Hale. Backward cap, team hoodie, that easy, unbothered posture of someone who'd never once had to try at anything in his life — except, maybe, at looking like he wasn't trying. His eyes found mine, and I forgot, briefly and completely, how breathing worked. "You okay?" He tilted his head, half a smile forming. "Y-yeah! Iced latte. Coming right up."