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"If you like, I could show it to you later." Hayan nods. Hajin laughs at him. "You're really quiet." I'm shy and I lose my sense of communication when you're near. "Y-yeah." They're both walking quietly when an arm suddenly appears on his shoulder. Based on the perfume he's smelling, it's Red. "Hayan. Good morning." And it's indeed Red. He looked casually handsome especially when he puts his hair up, where he looked fresh and cute. But of course, he won't let Red knows about it or else he would use it as an opportunity to persuade him on joining the band.

Wearing rings is a must (after the engagement. 4. Stay friends. Don’t catch feelings. Okay. Woah.

'That rude named Michael used to ride Motorcycles Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't Talking about Eiffel's Real country ass nigga, let me. I reluctantly and hurriedly put my phone on silent without seeing the name of the caller. Silence... pin drop silence. I was so ashamed and embarrassed. Who the hell put this song as my ringtone? I was so confused. I bit my lips and taking a deep breath I said, "Iam so sorry...I don't know who put this as my ringtone. It was just a simple tune before. I don't have any idea who did this. I'm sorry."

Earrings, necklace, bracelet, and a ring. When he said ring at first, I almost punched him in the face. Hearing a guy, you are trying to build a friendship with for the sake of your sister, and still don’t yet trust after he broke her heart the first time around wanting to buy her a ring, you want to punch him in the face. It better be a nice sett he buys her otherwise punching him in the face may still be an option.

Her words were soft, almost swallowed by the din of the diner, but they carried the weight of an unspoken ache. Her hand moved instinctively to her jacket pocket, pulling out the cool metal band nestled within. The mental link ring glinted faintly in the diner’s overhead lights. She turned it over in her fingers, tracing its intricate design, the etchings worn smooth by time and use. “I miss you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The ring seemed to pulse with an almost imperceptible warmth, as if it were alive, waiting.

It was fun to pretend to lead a normal life. -If you don't love me, why did you put this ring on me? – I raised my hand and eyebrow at the same time, pointing to the diamond ring that I was embarrassed to see how big it was. I'm not a flashy person, and my finger gleaming like a disco ball made even airplanes stop to stare at my ring.

Talk about the weather! "So, the weather's nice here..." I stumbled with my words. He raised an eyebrow and said, "The weather?" in a mocking tone. Okay, that was annoying. I was just trying to be friendly. "Hey, what's with that ring you keep playing with?" Ryder said, motioning to the small ring on my finger. I had this bad habit of playing with my ring whenever I got nervous. I guess he must've noticed it. "Oh, it's my purity ring," I answered.

I managed to survive once the surgery was over. After that, I never took the ring off. It stayed on my finger all this time. And now, Ella wanted it. I instinctively looked at Lance, seeking his opinion. He hesitated for just a moment before saying, "Give it to her." I froze for a second. The sorrow in my eyes gradually settled into calm. I quickly removed the ring and dropped it on the ground. Seeing what I did, he grew furious. Through gritted teeth, he snarled, "Lisa, is this how you treat something I gave you? You just threw it away?"

It seems like it is not dancing due to vibration but because it gets successful in breaking my dream once more. Why it happens to me every time? Aeiin..... this is not done! 'Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?' "Me.. me .. me... me ... me" I repeated after every who. I am hell irritated with this ringtone now. I have to stop Angel from playing with my phone. She always chooses these weirdest ringtones and make me embarrassed in the public. "What?" I picked up the phone "Why are you barking like a dog?" My friend from the other side replied.

Amara has always preferred extra soft bed and pillows while I went for the harder ones. I glared at her as I positioned it more properly before typing and typing away. My phone vibrated beside me before it began to ring out, the ringtone loud and clear. I don't know what kinda style this is, but most times, whenever my phone rings, I'll sing along with it until I'm sure it's gonna get disconnected at any second before I press the receive button, that's just how weird I am. It's an unknown number calling and I was tempted to ignore it and sing along with it until it stops ringing then I'll go to my actual playlist and listen to the song fully from there.