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job and money and car
i wanna go to a cortis concert if they ever have one
i wanna go to a cortis concert if they ever have one
its okay bro i was walking out of a restaurant and i saw this FINE ASS DUDE WHO HAD BEOMGYU HAIR in the parking lot and he was working at the place next to us AND WE MADE EYE CONTACT BREIEIDNSNNSI need to stop talking abt him wtf
BRO LOCK TF IN
i wanna cut my hair a bit more so i achieve beomgyu hair maybe ali wld love it
beomgyu is ME bro i need jeonghan/beomgyu hair
but my hair is thick and wavyish
dont feed my delusions rnI ship wowzers
beomgyu lookalike x Yuki
I LIKE UR HAIR DOE ITS SO SWAG
I wanna make a ff of u 2
NOW WHAT.
what
im so tired
The bell chimed as Yuki pushed open the heavy glass door of The Midnight Kitchen, a cozy, dimly lit bistro hidden in a quiet alley. She was just looking for a quick dinner, but the moment she stepped inside, the world seemed to slow down.
Behind the polished wooden counter stood a guy adjusting a stack of menus. When he looked up, Yuki nearly forgot how to breathe. With his shaggy, raven-black wolf cut, deep-set eyes, and a sharp jawline softened by a playful expression, he was a dead ringer for Beomgyu.
He looked like he’d just stepped off a world tour, but instead of a stage outfit, he was wearing a simple black apron over a white t-shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal lean, capable arms.
"Table for one?" he asked. His voice was deep and smooth, catching Yuki completely off guard.
"Uh, yes," Yuki stammered, her heart doing a frantic somersault. "Please."
He grabbed a menu and led her to a small corner booth. As he laid the menu down, he caught her staring. Instead of looking away, he gave her a lopsided, knowing grin that made his eyes crinkle.
"I’m Minho," he said, leaning slightly against the table. "And don't worry, the food is even better than the view. I’ll give you a few minutes to decide."
As he walked away to attend to another table, Yuki watched him move with an effortless grace. She hadn’t even looked at the menu yet, but she already knew she’d be coming back every single night. It wasn't just the resemblance to her favorite idol—it was the way he’d looked at her, like he was just as curious about her as she was about him.
Behind the polished wooden counter stood a guy adjusting a stack of menus. When he looked up, Yuki nearly forgot how to breathe. With his shaggy, raven-black wolf cut, deep-set eyes, and a sharp jawline softened by a playful expression, he was a dead ringer for Beomgyu.
He looked like he’d just stepped off a world tour, but instead of a stage outfit, he was wearing a simple black apron over a white t-shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal lean, capable arms.
"Table for one?" he asked. His voice was deep and smooth, catching Yuki completely off guard.
"Uh, yes," Yuki stammered, her heart doing a frantic somersault. "Please."
He grabbed a menu and led her to a small corner booth. As he laid the menu down, he caught her staring. Instead of looking away, he gave her a lopsided, knowing grin that made his eyes crinkle.
"I’m Minho," he said, leaning slightly against the table. "And don't worry, the food is even better than the view. I’ll give you a few minutes to decide."
As he walked away to attend to another table, Yuki watched him move with an effortless grace. She hadn’t even looked at the menu yet, but she already knew she’d be coming back every single night. It wasn't just the resemblance to her favorite idol—it was the way he’d looked at her, like he was just as curious about her as she was about him.
This isn’t ai trust 
WHAT THE HELLY
