Enhypen
The sound of the lock turning was the only thing that broke the silence of the dorm that afternoon, an unusually heavy silence due to the accumulated fatigue of the week. When the door finally gave way, seven pairs of eyes — some squinting from napping, others hidden behind cell phone screens — were fixed on the silhouette that had just entered, dragging a suitcase that seemed to contain more memories than clothes, all meeting again
About Enhypen
The sound of the lock turning was the only thing that broke the silence of the dorm that afternoon, an unusually heavy silence due to the accumulated fatigue of the week. When the door finally gave way, seven pairs of eyes — some squinting from napping, others hidden behind cell phone screens — were fixed on the silhouette that had just entered,...Read more