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zuhaism · 4 months
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⊹ 。˚ 𓂃 ♡ SAVIOUR ?! ┊ kim minjeong ⁺
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synopsis : you saved your tutor and she finds out about your double life
pairing : spiderwoman!reader x tutor!minjeong
genre : highschool!au, fluff uwu
authors note : the ending sucks btw. i just couldnt think anymore. DID NOT PROOFREAD. its 2am pls
“bye minjeong!” y/n said as she turned around the corner. parting ways. minjeong just finished tutoring y/n. which was hard becuase she spent most of the time staring at the taller as she did her work. it was also hard for minjeong because y/n kept on getting distracted while she was explaining.
“… and thats how it becomes an alloy- y/n are you listening?” minjeong looked back up to the younger.
“hm what yeah! i was just..” y/n looked away trying to come up with an excuse. ignoring the way her face was heating up when she got caught. “uh please continue minjeong im sorry i got distracted” y/n looked down in dissapointment.
minjeong smiled and thought that the pout y/n was sporting pretty cute.
it was now 9pm and the streets were dimly lit. theres was several people around. not too much as she sighed.
continued walking in the cold night. she kept on walking until she reached the part of the walk where she hates the most. she had to pass a creepy alleyway to get to her house. “fuck” she whispered under her breath. as she saw two male bodies leaning on the wall, puffing on their cigarettes.
she mustered up the courage to go through the alleyway. there was no other way around if she wanted to get home. her heartbeat fastens as she got closer and their chattering slowly stopped. they turned their attention towards her.
as she walked past them. she heard the sound of cigarettes being stomped on. light footsteps were following her. ‘im fucked’. suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder. she prayed to the seven gods for her to get home safe tonight.
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this has become a norm to you for the past few weeks. following minjeong home not in a creepy stalker way but to just make sure she’s safe.
after turning the corner you immediately ran into a secluded alleyway and change into your suit. you climbed up the walls. running to minjeongs usual path to go home.
you were on the roof looking down at her as she stopped and then walked into an alleyway. keeping an eye on minjeong wasnt hard at all.
minjeong walked past two men leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette. you could see the uneasiness in her way of walking. the alarms in your head blared as one of the men held onto her shoulder.
“where you going at this time of night pretty lady?” you heard the skrunkly old man say. minjeong was frozen on the spot she couldn’t do anything.
you immediately got down to her when he pulled on her shoulder “ya answer me” he said rather loudly. your webs holding onto a pole and swung down lining up a kick to his head.
making the man stumble backwards into his friends arm. “my fucking face!” he yelped. you let go from the web and stood infront of minjeong. here you were again analysing her features just as you did during tutoring. her teary eyes looked up at you.
you gave her a reassuring smile which she probably didn’t see since it was covered by your mask. but it was immediately wiped off your face when you saw the guy about to strike minjeong.
you moved her out the way while your face was struck. “ah fuck!” you cursed loudly. the ring from his finger tore your mask and cause your lower cheek to scar and bleed.
you ignored it “man and i was gonna go easy on you” you webbed his fists to the wall as he was about to jump you again. his friend went for you next and you did the same thing.
both of them ended up webbed high up onto the side of the building as you turned to minjeong. smiling at her trying to assure her that shes safe now. “do you want me to send you home?”
a beat or two passes where minjeong just stares at you and not answering you. “uh .. ill just send you somewhere safe.” it would be much weirder if you knew where she lived from her point of view.
you pulled her by her waist closer to you. minjeong let out a squel and wrapped her arms around your shoulder as you swung up the building.
as the cool night air rushed past them, minjeong couldn't help but feel an exhilarating mix of fear and wonder. clinging tightly to spiderwoman, she marveled at the cityscape unfolding beneath them. the skyscrapers became a breathtaking blur as they soared through the night.
in that moment, Minjeong's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts echoing the beating of her heart. She stole glances at the heroes masked face.
amids the adrenaline and uncertainty, minjeong found herself oddly comforted. the heroes reassuring presence, masked though it was, provided a sense of safety. she couldn't help but steal glances at the hero who had just swooped in to rescue her. the cut on the mysterious womans's face, a visible scar from the fight.
minjeong tells you her address in a whisper. it being a sign to send her straight home. it wasn’t smart of her to give her address to strangers, even if they saved her life. but for some reason she trusted you.
you slowly let her down onto the outdoor stairwell that connected to her window after she guided you to it. you crouched on the railing as she fixed herself. you took this time to analyse her whole figure.
wearing only a hoodie and some sweatpants. “you should wear a jacket, its cold out” minjeong nodded looking up at you. you getting flustered and looking everywhere except her.
“you’re hurt” she broke the silence. Feeling embarrassed about taking a punch in front of someone you find attractive. despite the pain you chuckled. “ah yeah it happens. uhm you’re safe now have a nice night bye !”
you rambled trying to avoid the topic and then jumping off at the last sentence. swinging as fast as you can.
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“fuck..” you looked at the cut that was just above your jaw. it was prominent red. closing the locker door that had your mirror hanged.
you decided to ignore it and rush to class before the bell rings. unbeknownst to you, you walked past a shorter girl who noticed the cut on your face that was similar to the hero that saved her last night.
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“y/n!” you heard the familiar voice calling for you. turning around and was greeting with minjeong fast walking towards you across the almost empty hallway.
“hey minjeong i didnt know there was tutoring today! ill text my mom real qui-“
“no no y/n stop…” she paused, collecting her breath. “just… come with me” minjeong shook her head and took your hand.
she dragged you to the nurses office and sat you down on the bed. you didnt have time to ask her what shes doing until.
she pushed you to sit down on one of the nursing beds and held onto your chin to get a better look of the scar. there was a flicker of concern in her gaze, mingled with a touch of curiosity. as she applied the cotton pad to the wound, her expression shifted to a more focused and determined demeanor. her small hands moved with precision, yet there was a gentleness in her touch that betrayed a hidden tenderness.
while tending to your injury, a subtle tension lingered in the air. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she worked, silently contemplating the uncanny coincidences she had noticed lately. As she finished up, her gaze met yours, and for a moment, a hint of suspicion remained in her eyes.
"interesting how you always seem to get into trouble. any specific reason for this particular injury?"
you grinned, brushing off the question with your usual optimism. "just another clumsy mishap, you know me."
minjeong’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion lingering. "clumsy mishap or something more? ive noticed some uncanny coincidences lately."
you shrugged nonchalantly, feigning innocence. "coincidences happen, right?"
minjeong’s expression remained inscrutable, but there was an underlying tension in the air. you couldnt think straight as minjeong was so close to your face. her small hands tidying up your wound. you could feel her faint breath on your chin
"coincidences or connections to spiderwoman? yea coincidences right"
you paused at that, giving way a more guarded expression. "i... i don't know what you're talking about, minjeong." minjeong shrugs not caring as she tended to your wound. throwing away rubbish and finishing up then looking back at you.
“how long have you been spiderwoman?”
you heaved a sigh. letting your head down while minjeong was between your legs. “since the last two years.” she nods approvingly. “that’s cool”
she says looking at her feet while you put your gaze on her. the tension in the room growing as the seconds go by. “thank you for saving me” she said just above a whisper. seeing the tips of her ears turn red.
a grin broke out from your face. “it’s my job minjeong. “ you stood up. dusting off yourself then looking down at her. her gaze was still on her feet.
“thank you minjeong” you broke the silence. she didnt look up at you. instead she sucked in her breath and wrapped her arms around you. hugging you.
“thank you for saving me..” she nuzzles her head closer into the crook of your neck. not knowing what to do you just patted her back.
“i was so worried when i saw that scar on your face. i just cant imagine you getting hurt that bad”
finally relaxing your body (totally not trying to normalise your heart rate). “its fine minjeong in used to it” she looked up at you as you said that. “that’s the problem.. you shouldn’t get used to it.”
squirming out of her hold to hug her back. “just.. come to me if you ever need help” she mumbled, closing her eyes leaning her body into you. as you stood there with your heart beating faster than ever.
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jade-jini · 6 months
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“I’m the Drama”
Kim Minjeong x Reader
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Prompt: Jeongie showering after having nasty sex with her ex who she swore she would never ever be back to but she can’t help it ‘cause the pussy too good. “Even when you broke me, you’re too much of a good fuck to let it go.”
Genre: Smut, Angst
TW: toxic exes, mentions of cheating(but who knows). emotional issues. Mostly hate sex.
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If Minjeong had to use one word to describe pleasure, it would be easy: you.
“Fuck.. y/n~” Minjeong moaned, grabbing your hair tightly and keeping you closer to her cunt (not like you would try to get away anyways) “I’m gonna fucking come.. Hmm fuck don’t stop…~” she begged in that cute high pitched tone she had when she was on the verge of her orgasm. You knew it very well, you’ve heard it a million times. You gave the girl what she wanted, and moved your tongue so fast until she was making a delicious mess in your mouth “oh my fuckin godddd…” she loudly cried while reaching her climax for who knows what time in that night already.
Once she calmed down, she looked at you, and you looked at her too, quietly making such intense eye contact, neither of you willing to let go. To let go of several things…
“Is this the part where you send me home ‘cause you promised to never let me sleep in your bed again?” You asked her, making her clicked her tongue and roll her eyes, grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you to the bed now. She had you on your back while getting ready between your legs yet again.
“Shut the fuck up and moan for me, y/n.” she ordered and you were ready to obey, not without teasing her first tho.
“You know, that’s confusing. Do you want me to moan or do you want me to shut up baby?” And making you gasp, she grabbed you by the neck as soon as the pet name left your mouth, ‘cause hearing you calling her anything like that after your breakup felt like a dagger of memories to her heart.
“You know what? yes. I prefer if you just shut the fuck up.” She said, grabbing her own panties and shoving them into your mouth. You wanted to complain but fuck it, you were in no position (plus you loved having her panties in your mouth don’t Fuckin act funny). You felt the girl’s fingers massaging your clit, while her face showed a frown as she focused her eyes on your pussy. Seeing her so concentrated was something you always found so hot.
However, you knew she was doing her best not to look into your eyes, and that saddened you. Unlike before when she’d love looking at them and express her love through her endearing stare and soft smiles, now she wanted to avoid being too aware that it was you, her ex, the one that hurt her, who she was fucking. Minjeong knew nobody would turn her on like you, but if she thought too much about anything, it would just freak her out. Too much pain she tried not to process.
If Minjeong had to use one word to describe pain, it would also be easy: you.
“You cheated!” she accused once again, dressed in an oversized shirt.
“oh my goshhh…” you left out in a stressed sigh while finishing putting your shirt back on “not this again. I did NOT cheat, we were not together anymore. Just get. Over it.” you remarked every word, you were tired of this. You’re not even sure what exactly triggered this argument again this time, but it never took too much for Minjeong to get so worked up when you were there. The plan was to simply go home after hooking up, trying not to argue but of course, you guys failed again. Like always.
“You didn’t even wait a fucking week! I fucking caught you while picking up my stuff you horny piece of lying shit.” she said while pushing your shoulders.
“But it was not cheating! Jesus, minjeong, YOU broke up with me. You broke up with me because you said I turned distant and instead of talking to me, YOU alone decided to end our relationship. Why are you acting like I’m the villain?!”
“Because you are! And what? Am I supposed to believe you didn’t know her from before? That you weren’t fucking before we broke up?!” you really hated her tone and the assumptions she kept making over and over again.
“Think whatever you want, Minjeong.”
“yeah of course I’m gonna think whatever I want, because you know it’s true. Fucking cheater.”
“Don’t Fucking talk to me in that tone, Minjeong.” you warned her, clenching your jaw.
“Or what,y/n? What the fuck are you gonna do?” she challenged you, her face too close to yours. You were looking at each other like you wanted to kill each other, and maybe you wanted, or maybe…
“Oh fuck�� oh my Fuckin god!” Minjeong screamed under you, her nails deep on your back and the strap deep inside her as she clenched around it so tight, coming with you while the other end of the toy made you reach your own climax, biting on the girl’s shoulder. “Fuck! That hurt you fucking idiot, let go!” She complained while pushing you to the side, now both of you lying side to side on the bed, looking at the ceiling trying your best to ignore the post nut clarity. there goes another burning, steamy round of sex. Bodies so sweaty and hot you could feel the hair stuck to your forehead and nape. “I’m gonna take a shower, you better not be here once I’m out.” She said, in a bitter tone that was still somehow calmed. You heard her, but didn’t show any reaction as your eyes were still stuck to the ceiling. You sighed, hearing her enter the shower, knowing you had to get up soon to get your clothes before she decided to do it herself and pushed you out of her door half naked.
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On a different occasion, after you two finished, you didn’t wait for her to tell you to go. You started getting dressed up a little faster than usual. Normally, you waited for her to just kick you out, ‘cause deep down you always had a little hope she’d let you stay with her, to sleep in each other’s arms like before, like when you were each other’s home and safe place. The day after tho, you were busy because of work and you needed to advance some of it so you did have to go home that night. However, Minjeong didn’t buy it.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” she asked very curious and clearly upset about your behavior, which surprised you because she was always the one in a hurry to get you out of her apartment. You scoffed.
“What? Now you want me to stay?” you asked in a sarcastic tone, which made her role her eyes “I have work tomorrow morning and stuff to finish tonight, I don’t have time to wait around until you’re kicking me out and throwing my clothes at me in the middle of the hallway.”
“Bullshit.” she said, clearly getting worked up once again because of whatever she was imagining. “what is it? That bitch texted you to get home soon?”
“What are you talking about?” You asked really tired, you really didn’t wanna deal with this tonight.
“You know who I’m talking about, y/n. Your new bitch, the one you cheated on me with.” she answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Are you fucking serious? How many times do I have to tell you that it was a ONE time thing? Why cant you get that through your fucking head?!”
“Don’t you fucking lie to me!” she yelled, tears threatening to fall already.
“I am NOT lying, fuck!” you yelled back, agitated about this whole situation, this whole routine and cycle.
“God why do we always end up fighting?!” she screamed louder in exasperation. She just doesn’t understand how someone who used to make her feel so much love now upset her so easily.
“I don’t know! You tell me!” you told her, moving your hands as you speak to emphasize your desperation for answers “You’re always the first one to raise your fucking voice. What, am I supposed to just accept it and let you talk to me like that like—”
“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!” she yelled with a trembling voice and tears already falling down her face, grabbing your shirt and hardly pushing you against the wall, making you go quiet and a little scared. Both of you breathing heavy, her so close to you that you could feel her breathe on your lips. She rested her forehead against yours without making eye contact, just trying her best to calm herself. “I Fuckin hate you, y/n.”
“No you don’t…” you whispered, this time waiting for her to make the next move. And so she did, kissing you deeply. And there you went for yet another round. This time, it made you so exhausted that you fell asleep for a little while, and Minjeong decided to take the chance to shower.
She hated herself. For enjoying the taste of your lips, the touch of your hands, the feeling of your skin. The taste of your body and how you knew hers so well. She hated you (no) but she hated herself more for not being able to escape you, to resist you. You broke her fucking heart and you didn’t even seem to care, and still here she was, calling you when she needed you, and you would always come like you always did. Or when you suddenly text her or knock on her door, she couldn’t deny you. Her body burned for your touch.
It burned for it and afterwards it would still burn, but for different reasons. Minjeong always needed to shower after having sex with her ex. She needed that private time, to desperately try and erase you from her body like she wasn’t gonna call you again soon. Minjeong would cry under the water, knowing she could never erase the print you’ve left in her heart, her soul. Knowing she would always yearn for you to make her body yours. She was yours, and as much as she hated the pain you caused her, this is something she had yet to accept. That you were each other’s. That she couldn’t just cut that thread. Her body didn’t listen to her, her mind was fragmented and so was her heart. Pieces of them everywhere inside of her, most of them not able to process all of this.
So she’d cry under the shower, out of pain, out of anger, out of love. Out of so many things. Kim Minjeong was just emotionally exhausted, and you? You were emotionally numb. And you were trying to be ok with it for now, ‘cause you knew the moment everything hit you again, it was gonna be chaos inside of you. You were not gonna be able to process your girl not being your girl anymore. The love of your life turned into some type of enemy that didn’t want you but couldn’t let you go either. So you trick your brain, deep down hoping things will get better and you’ll find some answers. For now? You’d make Minjeong yours again and again the only way she allowed you to.
Even if it was killing you both.
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httpisaoki · 2 months
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urs ft. kim minjeong
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sypnosis: minjeong was your best friend. she was always the one who supported you in every way possible, even if that meant hurting her in the process.
warnings: crying, angst, slight argument w ning, forbidden love? joke it's unrequited love, minjeong loving silently hshsh, it's giving backburner by niki tbh, one-sided love
-> part three of the chrome hearts series. inspired by urs by niki. same universe as juliet's tears.
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tryna find where your head is but I'm losing myself in the process you're bad for my health all the good nights are they hidden goodbyes in disguise I never know you come see me only when I ask first
kim minjeong was the most introverted person you've ever met. ever since you were children, playing in the park, doodling on your workbooks, laughing at each other's stupidity, you've grown closer than ever. you met her in the park, meeting her quiet cries when she scraped her knee, so you decided to help her. and since that day, 12 years ago, you were best friends.
it was another Friday, and minjeong had to stop by to see you in the library after her classes. she finds you in your usual spot, peacefully writing something in your notebook. but before she can walk over to your cubicle, the sight of a certain person stops her. it was ningning-- your roommate who is also one of your exes, and one of the reasons why she gave her shoulder for you to cry on. she heard you sigh, your eyes meeting ning's.
it broke her heart whenever she saw you in pain, but she had to do something. she couldn't bare seeing you heartbroken. ning speaks up, "please. yn-- just let me prove myself with dinner, yeah?" minjeong's facial expression was filled with disgust. ningning didn't have the right to even speak with you-- not after what she did. annoyed, minjeong walks over to your side, blocking ning's view of you. "yah, yizhou, leave her alone." her voice filled with coldness. 
ningning scoffed, "what's it to you? mind your own damn business, kim." her voice full of rage.
her words caused minjeong's eyes to narrow. they were standing inches apart, breathing heavily. her voice was filled with anger, "i think it's very much my business, yizhou. just leave, okay?"
ningning smirked, raising her hands in the air in a form of surrender, sarcastically, she says, "alright. fine. but I'm always going back for her." the chinese girl softly glances to you, before finally looking at minjeong, "I'll do anything for her to be back in my arms."
her words made you furious. the audacity of this woman to even speak like this to you-- when she hasn't even apologized yet for all the pain she put you through. ning kept looking at you, as if waiting for your response, but you decided not to give her one.
minjeong glares at ning with all her might. "you're pathetic. i hope you stay away from her, you horrible person."
out of the cold facade minjeong built up, her heart sank. ningning knew how much she still loved you. she sighed, her fists clenched. ning spoke again, "i'm going to treat her better this time. i'll fix myself. but you wouldn't want to hear that, would you?" the girl spoke with a slight smirk.
minjeong scoffed quietly, not letting ning see her anger. "i don't care what you'll do to fix yourself, whether you'll actually treat her good this time. i just want you to stay away from her." her voice was filled with anger, but she hid it, instead choosing to hide the fact that she was about to scream. she was shaking, tears burning her eyes.
the feel of your hand rubbing hers makes minjeong glance up at you, you give her a light smile, causing all the tension in her body to relax. you were always the one who knew how to calm her down, you were always why she calmed down. your gaze shifts to yizhou, with a sigh, "just leave, yizhou. don't bother us anymore." 
ningning gave up trying to make minjeong change her mind. she muttered "fine" in chinese before finally walking away. minjeong sighs in relief, her hands shaking. "she's finally gone." she looks up at you, and her eyes widen. she was trying to hide her tears. she quickly wiped her tears away with her arm, hoping you wouldn't notice her crying.
you noticed her small sniffles, your eyes filled with worry, "yah, why are you crying?" with a soft smile.
her face flushed red, her cheeks still burning. she tried to keep her tears back as she gave you a half smile, "it's nothing." she was embarrassed to admit that she was still shaken by ning's presence. a wave of relief overcame her, her eyes finally releasing all the tears she was holding back.
you quickly pull her closer to you, engulfing her in a comforting hug. "shhh," you softly say, wiping off her tears for her. 
minjeong's face rested against your chest, her breaths shaking. she was still trying to fight her tears, but the overwhelming comfort you gave her made her give up. the only sound that could be heard was her muffled cries on your chest.
she hesitated before speaking up. "i..." she looked away from you, as if she couldn't look you in the eyes if she spoke the truth. tears filled her eyes once more, and she finally took in a breath before speaking.
"i just didn't want her to hurt you again. the way she was talking just now? i don't know... it just felt like she wanted to hurt you." she continued wiping away her tears. "i don't know what she's planning. but it feels like she knows how much she hurt you."
her words caused minjeong's heart to tear in half. she was still shaking from anger, but after her words, her anger faded away, revealing the sadness beneath it. minjoong buried her face in your chest, your comforting embrace comforting her. "what if she's telling the truth?" the mere possibility that ning was going to change was already putting her off. she still had a lingering sense of anger towards your ex.
you shake your head, "I'm sure even if she tried again and again," you give her a soft smile, "I wouldn't go back to her." 
minjeong smiled at your words, knowing how much of a lie that was but she chose to ignore it. she’d always choose to ignore the fact that you were willing to go back to yizhou even if it meant killing you. 
she’d choose to stay by your side, supporting you, and hiding what she felt until you finally notice the way she stares at you, the constant pining, and how much she'd willingly stay with you. She’ll stay as long as it takes, she’d be willing to wait until you were ready. 
even if you saw her as a friend, it’s sad to say, but she was already yours.
the best at being the worst but fuck sake I'm already yours, sad to say I'm already yours
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rinasangel · 5 months
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“What is this feeling?” Kim Minjeong
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kim minjeong x fem reader
content warning: college au, angst, swearing, slow burn, fluff, eventual smut, sensitive topics like divorce, reader is pretty much emotionless until minjeong comes in her life, roomie minjeong, emotional conflicts, reader’s first time doing anything, cunnilingus, fingering
a/n : i’m happy to say that this is my first fic on this blog and i hope you enjoy <3
word count : 4.4k
requested : yes
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��Fuck you! I can’t believe that you would do this to me after we’ve been married for ten years. We have a child!”
Loud noises and voices filled your senses, your parents were arguing again, but this time it seemed different. Even though you were young, you were not oblivious. By looking at their expressions you could tell that they were angry, but something about your mom’s face made you wonder if there was an emotion that was more extreme than anger.
Although you were only a child, you were heavily affected by your parents’ divorce settlement. At that time, you had no idea what caused your mom to take you away to a whole knew house, eat different meals, change schools, and eventually gain a new dad (which you were still indifferent to). Maybe it was because things got too loud when they were together, it did start to give you headaches.
Everything in your life changed in what seemed like just a snap of a finger. As you grew up, you became cold to the outside world. You were angry and confused as to why your father was taken from you. Well, you learned as a teenager that they split up because your dad had cheated on your mom with some dumb bitch from his work office, but it’s whatever.
High school felt like a big blur of numbness. Friends were something you were lacking, but that was by choice. Throughout your childhood and transformation into adulthood you learned to never trust anyone. Who knows how long those friends will even last? Who knows that if you had a partner they wouldn’t cheat on you and cause a messy breakup?
You weren’t dumb though. You knew that your feelings are impacted from your trauma as a kid, but you brushed it off once you realized that people were just there to hurt feelings and break hearts. That way, you didn’t even need to question if you wanted friends, or a relationship. You already know the truth about the world, so you thought.
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Now, you have been accepted into your dream university. Although things were going smoothly in the right direction so far, you couldn’t help but feel conflicted about the anoint of people that will be attending the school this year. You felt a bit strange, but that emotion couldn’t be pinpointed after most emotions have been blocked out from your consciousness.
After begging your mom to pick a single room in the dorms, you were quickly humbled after discovering that such things didn’t exist. You had to have a roommate. Through the entirety of your life you were mostly fearless, but now you’re being forced to spend a whole 4 years with a person you’ve never met before. A weird feeling hit your chest. Was it anger? Or perhaps being what they call, nervous?
Many thoughts and scenarios filled your mind, you were overthinking, something that you haven’t done since you moved houses after the incident. It wasn’t clear why completely normal human interaction at a university was so intimidating to you, but you felt small when you shakily entered the new room.
Quick eyes darted around to observe every little detail. Kitchenette, small dining table with… two chairs, small couch with a small tv, couch only has room for about… two people. There were only two more doors so you naturally assumed that they were separate bedrooms, thank the lord. You let out a relieved sigh before turning the knob to one of the doors. Swinging the door open, you were expected to be met by a small and intimate room, but you were met with a… bathroom?
“Hey! You must be my roommate. I mean i would hope so since you’re looking at the place very intensely.”
Once the voice that wasn’t yours hit your senses, your heart began to beat abnormally fast. Are you nervous? You’ve never been nervous before, just very cold and locked away from the world and other humans. Shaking away the questions in your head, you tried to compose yourself before turning to the source of sound. There was a girl standing in the other doorway. A very pretty girl.
“Hi, I’m Minjeong. Kim Minjeong.”
The pretty girl softly spoke with a smile of her face. You looked down slightly to see an extended arm and an open hand. Oh god, you’ve never shook hands with anyone before. How do you shake hands again?
“Hey… I’m y/n. Nice to meet you Minjeong.”
Shit, you forgot to put any emotion of your face or your monotone voice. It’s like you were on some emotionless default setting. Your cold hand awkwardly reached for hers and wrapped around, it was warm. She sweetly smiled as you both shook hands. Or well, she shook your hand, you might’ve forgot to move after her warmth reached your icy hand.
“Nice to meet you too, y/n.”
Something was happening to you, your face felt like it was heating up as your heartbeat began to almost hurt from its intensity and speed. Are you okay? Maybe you’re sick. Oh shit, you don’t want to get her sick if you’re not feeling well. You reluctantly pulled your hand back, initially shocking her. You take note of this as you swiftly correct yourself.
“S-Sorry. I’m just, not feeling that well. I don’t want to get you sick or anything…”
Look at anything but her, that’s what you told yourself. The floor was a nice contender, that was until she took a few steps closer to you, soft slippers shuffling across the wood floor. You almost gasped when her hand lifted up to rest itself against your blazing cheeks and forehead. The pretty girl is really close, a bit too close.
“Oh no, you’re burning up.” Minjeong frowned as she continued to check the temperature of your red face.
Cute. You think she’s cute. But why? You have never found anything cute before, not even a small puppy, not since you were a kid.
You felt like you were about to pass out, feeling quite pathetic since all she did was check your temperature and you were borderline having a panic attack, but it’s whatever.
“Here, come sit down and I’ll get you some medicine.”
“It’s okay. I think I’m oka-“
She suddenly dragged you by the arm and sat you down on one of the dining chairs. You felt like a child again, like she was your mom taking care of you. You felt safe in a way, something you haven’t felt since you were… a kid. It seems there is a pattern, Minjeong was making you feel things you haven’t felt in almost your entire life. But how?
“Here y/n, take this.” Minjeong spoke softly to you as she handed over a glass of water and a couple of pills which you assumed to be advil.
The corners of your lips turned up into a shy smile. While picking up the glass you thanked her and used the water to help swallow the medicine. After setting the cup back onto the table, she gently grabbed your hand, leading you towards the other room you have yet to explore.
As the two of you walked past the door frame, you were greeted with half the room being covered in ivory decorations and posters of who you presumed to be her favorite singers. The other side was blank and you knew that it was your side of the room.
“You don’t have to go all out like i did, but i thought it would be nice to make myself at home since we’re going to be living together for a while.”
You hummed softly as she continued to explain her decoration choice. This isn’t too bad. Maybe it was a good thing to finally talk to someone all these years.
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As time passed, you found that you and Minjeong surprisingly had a lot in common. This made it easy to talk to each other. Conversations no longer felt uncomfortable or forced to you, at least when you talked to her.
You also found yourself frequently doing things together. She offered to tour around the school together, and she even offered to walk you to your classes. You haven’t felt this cared about by anyone who wasn’t your mother, it was strange to you.
Soon enough, interactions within the school turned into fun activities outside of it. She would often ask if you wanted to go to the movies, or take a walk at her new favorite park, or even go out to eat together.
When being with her, you just feel so happy. This girl would never fail to make you laugh or smile, and you found yourself naturally feeling close to her. Is this what having a friend was like?
Although you felt a bit regretful about refusing to meet anyone new in the past, you couldn’t help but be extremely grateful to have a friend you cared about in the present. Minjeong had completely shifted your once cold and lay-low world into a bright and sunny one.
As your friendship with her developed even farther, you started to become afraid. You were afraid because Minjeong was beginning to make you feel something strange. You often found yourself gazing at her for extended periods of time, and she would make your heart pang faster than normal. She suddenly made you nervous even though you have been friends for a solid amount of time now.
Why are you nervous? Maybe your body is starting to reject her in a way. But why? She’s your friend, you can’t lose that now, the only thing that made your life worth living.
Hundreds of questions and doubts floated by, but you pushed them aside when Minjeong came back and sat down across from you.
“Here’s yours y/n. I’ve never met someone who likes cotton candy flavored ice cream, I’ll have to try some.”
Minjeong spoke with a smile as she handed you the cup of cotton candy ice cream you ordered at the counter. The two of you were enjoying a nice ice cream shop getaway after a long week of uni. You thanked her and began to eat your frozen treat.
The girl in front of you reached across the table and glided her spoon into your blue ice cream, successfully stealing a bite. The action made you two giggle as she ate it off of her spoon and hummed at the taste.
“It’s very good, I like it y/n. Oh- you’ve got something on your lips.”
You looked at her like a deer in headlights as she took a napkin and gently wiped the stray ice cream off the corner of your mouth. She retracted her hand and let out a light giggle.
“There, all better.”
The feeling was back again, but this time you smiled uncontrollably. It was still out of nervousness, but it almost felt like a good thing. The small silence was broken when she began to speak.
“I have to tell you something y/n. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now but I needed to find the right time. I think now’s a good time and I can’t wait any longer.”
You were a bit stunned by this. What did she have to tell you? You hoped it wasn’t bad, or maybe you did something wrong perhaps. You just nodded and maintained eye contact, letting her know to continue.
“I really like you y/n, and i want to be something more than just friends, if you want that too.” She bit her lip in anticipation, nervous for what you had to say.
Her words had a hard time sinking in your mind. You honestly couldn’t really tell what she meant, mostly because no one has ever told you this before.
“More than friends..?” Your confusion was obvious to Minjeong and she explained further.
“Yeah, like you know, girlfriends.” She was now shyly smiling.
You could vaguely pinpoint the emotion you were recently feeling while around her. Maybe you liked her too? Everything was unfamiliar, but you knew a thing or two about romantic interests just from watching a few shows, even though you didn’t necessarily understand it.
Many thoughts swam in your head, most of them were just trying to understand what she meant. But you know what she means, you’re just overthinking.
Ultimately, you decided that you reciprocated the feelings she had presented to you on this winter night. You liked her too.
“Minjeong, I…” You slightly hesitated, and this didn’t go unnoticed to her.
Her heart dropped. Maybe she had scared you off. Or maybe you didn’t feel the same way and she had made you uncomfortable. She wanted to crawl into a hole and shame herself for possibly ruining a perfectly good friendship.
“…I would like that. I like that idea.”
Minjeong’s face lit up and you couldn’t resist having the same reaction. She let out a relieved sigh and held your hand in hers.
And that’s when the next chapter of your life sprung into action.
You and Minjeong were now dating and things couldn’t be better. She held your hand everywhere the two of you went, and you loved it, her hands were so soft and comforting. She would frequently take you out on fun dates that she thinks you’ll enjoy, as well as spending quality time alone in your dorm together. She was everything you could ever hope and wish for.
When she is feeling particularly happy in a day, she would run around with a grin on her face and brag about how amazing her girlfriend was. When she is feeling defeated and sad, she would hold you closer when you hugged her and cry softly into your shoulder.
When those dark moments would appear, something inside you automatically knew how to comfort her. You would hold her tightly and tell her that everything will be okay, and you would leave soft kisses on her cheeks and lips while wiping her tears away. It was those moments she cherished the most.
But there was something that stood out to you, and that was the events that were currently happening.
It was quiet for a moment. The only thing that could be heard was steady breaths and quick heartbeats. You don’t remember how you got here, but you were laid down on Minjeong’s bed with her hovering above you. She held your waist gently with one hand. You observed her pretty eyes as they darted down to somewhere lower on your face.
You could feel something in the air shift when she licked her lips. She looked like she wanted to eat you whole. With hooded eyes and parted lips, she looked up into your eyes once more before closing her own and leaning in, closing the gap. Everything felt surreal at this very moment.
Her lips felt so soft against yours. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her beginning to move. This felt way too good. You never expected kissing to be this good.
It started off slow. You felt fluttering in your stomach as she kissed you. You have heard about the saying ‘Butterflies in your stomach’ before, but you never really understood what it meant, until now.
Your eyebrows furrowed when she introduced her hot tongue to yours. Things were becoming messy now. Wet smacks and soft moans could be heard in the quiet room. After a few minutes of softly making out, she broke the kiss to catch a breath, a small trail of saliva connecting you two. She then began to kiss across your jawline and down your neck.
Minjeong feverishly left sloppy kisses down your neck, leaving marks and bruises causing a whine to slip out of your mouth. She focused back onto your lips as her hands fumbled with the drawstrings of your pajama pants. Once she successfully untied the string, her warm hand slipped inside and underneath your panties. The air was getting thicker as your breaths became heavier.
Things were going too fast for your brain to register. You’ve never done this before. You’ve never done this before and you were starting to panic.
“M-Minjeong wait.”
The girl on top of you immediately drew her hand back and looked at you in concern.
“Shit, I’m so sorry y/n. Was i going too far?” Minjeong was on the verge of rambling but she caught herself in order to listen to your response. Her heart was racing as she was afraid that she had crossed a line.
“It’s noting. I’m just, a little nervous. I’ve never done this before…” Your voice was shaky as you confessed to her.
Minjeong was shocked. She was shocked that a beautiful girl like you had never had sex before, she thought you were a pretty good kisser but maybe you were just a natural at it. But nothing to worry about. Even though Minjeong was extremely horny and wanted to devour you, she was also very understanding and sweet.
“Hey, it’s okay yn. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’m totally okay with just kissing or even doing something else non sexual.”
She melted your cold heart. You’ve discovered a new emotion at this very moment. A feeling that you have never experienced throughout your life, not even when you were younger. You felt like you wanted to be around her at all times, or that you wanted to kiss her forever, or tell her that you loved her.
Wait, what is this feeling?
“No it’s okay, I really want this. I just think…” You trailed off, hesitating to wisely choose your next words.
She waited patiently and watched you with a soft expression, urging you on to continue. You were about to step into unfamiliar territory, but you are ready now.
“I love you Minjeong.”
Warmth. Warmth was all the both of you felt.
“I… I’ve never loved anyone before, but i know I’m in love with you Minjeong.”
To say you were a bit nervous was a god damn understatement. You just admitted to feeling something you’ve never felt before to the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. You felt like you were about to explode when she didn’t respond back.
After a great deal of silence and you awkwardly darting your eyes across the room, she carefully held your chin with her hand and tilted your head up, planting a soft kiss onto your lips once more.
This time it felt different though. Deeper might be the word to describe it. It felt deeper. It felt like all of her own emotions were being poured out in just that one kiss. There was something in particular that felt more prominent.
Love.
Everything felt right now. Was this the secret to life you have been locking away from yourself within your own consciousness? You never knew such a strong feeling could exist in your heart, but here it is being revealed by Minjeong.
She leaned back a bit and rested her forehead against yours, staring into your eyes that were staring right back.
“I love you too. So much.”
A wave of happiness crashed over you as you leaned in to kiss her once more. Now it was exciting, passionate even. Your mind was reeling with thoughts of her, only her. You wanted her and she wanted you back, so badly. She resumed back to her previous actions and let her lips trail further down your clavicle.
“Can i take this off?” Her hands her hovering over the hem of your shirt.
You eagerly nodded and lifted your arms over your head so she could remove the piece of clothing that was blocking her view from your gorgeous breasts. She softly moaned when she laid eyes onto your plump mounds, her mind hazy from arousal. Her hands slid over the sensitive skin of your waist and up to your bare chest.
You were nervous and on edge as she moved to gently squeeze your chest with her hands. Your body involuntarily jolted at the sensation. So this is what it feels like to be touched in those areas, it feels nice.
Things escalated quickly as she was soon sucking on your nipples while you whined and moaned. It felt so good whatever she was doing. All you could do was grip the pillow your head was resting on and let Minjeong do whatever she wanted with you.
Not after long, you started to feel hot and wet down there. You knew what sex was, you’re not dumb, but you’ve never touched yourself before so you have no idea what it feels like. It suddenly felt too hot in your pants, but Minjeong fixed that.
She planted light kisses down your abdomen and stopped when she reached her destination. She licked her lips in anticipation and dug her fingers into the waistband of your bottoms. With almost being lost in complete lust, her senses were swiftly regained once she remembered that you were a virgin.
While looking up at you with awaiting eyes, she made one last confirmation. “Are you sure about this baby? I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself once I start.”
Something within those words made heat rush down to your core once again. What was she going to do to you? There was only one way to find out.
“Yes I’m sure. Please touch me Minjeong, it feels hot down there.”
You’re too cute for her, fucking adorable even. Something about you triggered her to rip your pants and panties down, leaving you completely naked and bare. She slid her hands under your thighs and pushed them apart, revealing your dripping cunt. It was all too much for her. Before you could even begin to predict her next move, she dove in.
It was unlike anything else. It was beyond heavenly. Minjeong held you close to her as she drank up all of your juices. You let out a loud moan of her name when her tongue circled over your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body.
Your hand instinctively reached to push her head closer when she started to suck on the small nub. Loud pants and whines could be heard along with the sinful noises from your girlfriend in between your legs. Your hips began to move on their own, chasing her mouth even though it wasn’t going anywhere.
Short after she started, you felt a tight knot in your tummy. The feeling only caused your eyes to roll back. You didn’t know what was about to happen, it felt like the knot was about to burst.
“Minjeong wait, please stop, I feel weird. My tummy feels so weird.”
Your girlfriend ignored your cries and please and continued to eat you out like she was starving. She didn’t expect you to last long, but it was just another thing that made you even fucking cuter to her. She sped up her movements and feverishly ate your cunt to encourage your first orgasm. You rolled your hips against her face, feeling closer and closer to your inevitable peak until…
The knot snapped. The knot snapped and everything felt ten times stronger. You practically screamed out her name as your body convulsed. Your pussy and your abdomen clenched over and over again. Tears prickled at the side of your eyes as you felt winded, you gasped for air. Your girlfriend slowly circled your clit with her tongue, helping you ride out your orgasm.
Minjeong ran a hand along your lower stomach to calm you down and bring you back to reality. You let go of her pretty hair and your hand retreated back to the bed. She swallowed every last drop and eventually pulled back while licking any remaining juices off of her own lips.
“How was it baby? You seemed to enjoy it.”
You couldn’t even speak. Your body was still twitching lightly as you stared at each other. A smirk grazed her features before she stuck two of her fingers into her mouth, properly preparing them for the next movement of your pleasure. You blinked curiously as she eased a finger into you.
It hurt at first, but soon the pain faded as she smoothly moved in and out of you while kissing and leaving marks all over your thighs. The pleasure only doubled when she squeezed the second one in, thoroughly stretching out the pussy she’s claiming as hers now. It all felt too good.
“I-It’s too much Minjeong. I can’t.” You whined out and sobbed as you covered your eyes with your arm.
It felt so good it almost hurt, it was too much, but Minjeong didn’t care. She wanted to see her baby come undone one more time before she’s satisfied.
Her long fingers only deepened their strokes and curled inside your sensitive pussy. Her mouth drifted back down and found its way onto your clit once again. That was the final straw. You felt the now familiar knot come back as she assaulted your swollen cunt.
“M-Minjeong, I feel weird again. Feels so good, please don’t stop.”
She smirked at the sound of you slowly becoming addicted to her touch. She never missed a beat or slowed down, desperate to make you reach your peak once more. She gave one last lick to before sitting up to meet you in a sloppy kiss.
Her thumb circled your puffy clit as her fingers thrusted at a steady pace. You moaned against her lips, a new set of tears falling down your cheeks as your orgasm ripped through you. You broke the kiss and held her close, gasping as she bit down onto your shoulder, the pain only adding to the pleasure.
Your cunt clenched around her fingers rhythmically, your body followed a similar pattern with jerks and twitches. You let out a satisfied moan before falling limp onto her bed. Your high slowly subsided and you felt a sudden rush of exhaustion fall over you.
With tired eyes, you watched Minjeong pull her digits out and enter them in her mouth, humming at the taste.
“Mmmm, I like this flavor more than any dumb ice cream flavor. You’re so fucking delicious y/n.”
You rolled your eyes at the cheesy comment before pulling her down to cuddle you. She held on to her stupid grin and softly kissed your forehead before pulling away and lifting your achy body up.
“Okay baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”
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So this is your conclusion, your awakening. There is something deeper in life, and there is something more to feel than numbness. There’s love. And you found the love of your life, Kim Minjeong.
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wendzyy · 19 days
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HEAD OVER HEELS
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sypnosis - yn ln , a popular student falls for someone she met online , causing minjeong to decide whether or not she should reveal her true identity.
genre - fluff + angst
note - lovesick minjeong, this fic is also heavily inspired by the 23.5 series
accounts : loser club | S-TAR
taglist(open)
CHAPTERS :
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
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dollfacedsl1ut · 7 months
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Rockstar Next Door
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compendium : Karina and her friends decided to go to a local concert before college the guitarist caught her eye but to no avail she couldn’t get her number the next day when she moved into the college dorm a familiar guitar was found outside her neighbors door, when you walked outside she noticed why it looked familiar you were the guitarist she met at the concert maybe this would be her chance to finally talk to you or maybe even more
dynamic : !fan Karina x g!p guitarist reader
warnings : it’ll be listed in each chapter but I’ll update this as i go!!!
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CHAPTERS
01 “Her first concert”
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1104-am · 11 months
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winter | priority
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genre ; angst , fluff
pairings ; idol!winter x reader
notes ; wrote this while listening to priority 🥹
word count ; 2.5k
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as you arrive home late at night, the dimly lit house greets you with a quiet ambiance. the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint ticking of a clock on the wall serve as the only audible companions in the silent abode. the entrance hallway is adorned with scattered shoes and a jacket carelessly thrown over a chair, a testament to the haste with which you had left for work earlier that day.
as you make your way into the kitchen, your tired eyes land upon a sight that instantly tugs at your heartstrings. your girlfriend, winter, lies slumbering on the kitchen counter, her head resting on her folded arms. a small, half-empty plate of cooked food sits beside her, evidence of her efforts to prepare a meal for you. concern mixes with relief as you gently shake her shoulder to rouse her from her sleep.
"minjeong-ah," you whisper softly, trying not to startle her. "hey love, it's me. i’m home."
her eyes flutter open, and confusion quickly gives way to annoyance as she realizes the late hour and the fact that you've only just returned. her expression twists into a mixture of frustration and hurt, her brows furrowing and her lips pressing together tightly.
"what time is it?” she frowned, once she realizes what time it was. “why are you always late, y/n?" winter’s voice carries a hint of bitterness, as if the words have been rehearsed in her mind countless times before.
“i’m sorry, i had work. my boss—“
"it’s always work, work, work. the same bullshit over and over again"
the harsh tone startled you, you feel a pang of guilt tighten in your chest, realizing the strain your work schedule has placed on your relationship.
"i’m sorry, minjeong. but you know how demanding my job can be. i never meant to make you feel neglected" you responded trying to diffuse the tension.
she scoffs, her voice tinged with frustration. "sorry doesn't cut it anymore, y/n. i need more than just empty words. i need you to show me that i matter to you. make me your priority"
"but i’m doing all of this for us minjeong" you plead, your voice tinged with desperation. "i want to provide for our future. i want to give you the life we've always dreamed of. gosh.."
the room feels heavy with unspoken emotions as the argument escalates. the fatigue and stress of the day have fueled your own frustration, leading to a battle of words between you both. voice rise and emotions intensify.
her eyes well up with tears, her voice breaking as she replies, "what good is a future if we're miserable in the present? i need you here with me, y/n! i need your presence, your support. practices have been so hard nowadays and when i come home in hopes of talking to you, you’re always not here for me!” tears poured down her cheeks, as a feeling of guilt grows bigger.
as emotions run high, winter’s voice quivers with a mixture of pain and frustration. "i can't help but feel like I'm an afterthought in your life, y/n," she says, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. her eyes well up with tears, but she stands her ground, her voice determined.
taken aback by her statement, you feel a surge of offense rise within you. "what? how can you say that?!" you retort, your voice filled with a mixture of hurt and indignation. "you know how much you mean to me, minjeong. i’ve always tried to show you how important you are in my life and now you’re dismissing my feelings and efforts for you?"
her expression hardens, her anger fueling her words. "feelings and efforts? what good are they if they only come second to your work? i’ve been waiting for you night after night, feeling like a stranger in our own home. it’s not just about the grand gestures, y/n. it’s about the everyday moments that show me i matter to you!"
you clench your fists, the frustration and pain coursing through your veins. "i’m doing my best for the both of us! why does it seems like everything i do is not enough for you?”
her voice cracks, her tears flowing freely now. "It's not about the material things, y/n. it’s about your presence, your time, your effort to truly be here with me!”
the words hang heavily in the air, the weight of the argument sinking deeper into your hearts. hurtful remarks and accusations have become arrows, piercing the fragile bond you once shared. the pain is evident in both of your eyes, a reflection of the love that still resides beneath the surface, but now shrouded by a cloud of resentment and doubt.
in a moment of anger, you lash out, the hurt fueling your words. "you think i don't care? you think i don't prioritize you? maybe you're right. maybe i should stop trying so hard, since nothing i do seems to be enough for you!”
the tension reaches its boiling point as winter's anger overflows. with a mix of anguish and rage, she grabs a nearby plate and hurls it to the floor, shattering it into pieces. the sound of breaking ceramic echoes through the room, the shards of porcelain mirroring the shattered fragments of your once harmonious relationship.
silence descends upon you both, the anger dissipating as quickly as it had flared. winter’s eyes widen in shock at the destruction she's caused, her anger giving way to sorrow. tears streak down her cheeks, mirroring the brokenness of the plate at her feet.
in that moment, the weight of the argument settles heavily on your shoulders. you realize the depth of the pain you've inflicted on winter, the toll that your absence and prioritization of work have taken on your relationship. with a heavy heart, you step forward, about to hold her when suddenly you feel a strong force pushing you.
as winter pushes you away, her hands trembling with a mix of anger and regret, your foot inadvertently lands on a shard of the shattered plate. a sharp pain shoots through your body, causing you to wince and lose your balance.
“fuck!” you exclaimed. you manage to catch yourself against the kitchen counter, but the throbbing ache intensifies with each passing second.
winter’s eyes widen in shock as she witnesses the unintended consequence of her actions, her mouth agape in disbelief. however, the lingering anger prevents her from immediately expressing concern or checking on your well-being. instead, without a word, she turns away and retreats towards the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her, leaving you alone in the kitchen, nursing both your emotional and physical wounds.
a few minutes passed, the pain in your foot is a constant reminder of the fractured state of your relationship. as you gingerly make your way towards the pantry, your footsteps echo in the quiet house, filling the void left by winter's absence.
your retrieve a broom and a dustpan, your movements slow and pained, grunting here and there as you begin the task of cleaning up the broken shards scattered across the floor.
the sound of clinking porcelain and the sweep of the broom become the backdrop to the overwhelming ache in your heart. the realization sinks in that winter’s anger was so consuming that she didn't even pause to ask if you were okay, to show even the slightest concern for your well-being. and it hurt you.
once the task is complete, you make your way towards the bedroom, a mix of hope and trepidation swirling within you. as you approach the closed door, you take a deep breath and tried opening the door but as expected, the doorknob could only turn halfway indicating that the door’s locked
you sighed, and with a heavy heart and a limp from your injured foot, you resign yourself to spending the night alone in the living room. you gather a pillow and a thin blanket, the meager provisions for comfort, and settle yourself on the couch. the loneliness pervades the air, a tangible presence that exacerbates the pain both inside and outside your body.
as the night wears on, the weight of emotional turmoil finally gives way to exhaustion, and you drift into a restless sleep. however, the pain from your injured foot rouses you from your slumber in the wee hours of the night. blinking away the sleep, you find winter silently kneeling beside you, a first aid kit open on the coffee table, her gentle hands carefully cleaning the wound.
the dim light of a bedside lamp casts a soft glow on winter’s face, revealing the traces of sadness and concern etched upon her features. her eyes flicker with a mixture of regret and tenderness as she tends to your injury, her touch both gentle and deliberate. yet, despite her actions, the silence between you remains palpable, her lips sealed shut, as if the weight of her anger still weighs heavily upon her.
in all honesty, you’re still hurt at her words and how she didn’t even show the slightest concern when you injured yourself, "what are you doing" you slightly pulled your leg away from her, voice laced with hurt.
she kept silent, continues her ministrations, her gaze fixated on the task at hand, her silence a tangible barrier between you. your reach out, you held her arm preventing her from continuing.
"i’ll do it. just, go back to bed or whatever” you sighed. but the girl is very stubborn. and in a blink, your foot is already wrapped with bandage.
but still, she remains silent, the quiet treatment persisting like a heavy fog between you. her refusal to respond is a painful reminder of the rift that has grown between your hearts, deepening the ache in your chest.
as she finishes tending to your wound, she carefully stands up, her eyes avoiding yours as she gathers the first aid supplies. and without a word, she retreats back into the bedroom, leaving you alone once again, the lingering silence echoing in the room.
you lie there, your heart heavy with a sense of longing and confusion. the tenderness with which winter cared for your wound hints at a flicker of affection, yet her continued silence leaves you grasping at straws.
as the weight of the silence continues to press upon your heart, exhaustion finally overtakes you once more. sleep beckons, offering a temporary respite from the emotional turmoil that has consumed your thoughts. you eyes flutter closed, and you drift into a restless slumber.
but not long after, your eyelids flutter open once again, this time due to a different sensation. a heaviness rests upon your chest, causing you to shift and stir. with a slow and dazed awakening, you find winter nestled beside you, her head resting on your chest as she slumbers peacefully.
the room is shrouded in a gentle hush, the early morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow upon the scene before you. the rise and fall of winter’s breath against your chest creates a rhythmic melody, a reminder of the connection that still exists beneath the surface.
with a gentle touch, you run your fingers through winter's hair, relishing in the softness beneath your fingertips.
“i’m sorry” her voice startled you as you thought she was in a deep sleep. your hand stopped moving once you feel your shirt getting wet due to winter’s tears.
“i know you meant well, but my feelings got to me and i lashed it out on you when i shouldn’t have..” her voice was above whisper. you hummed, feeling guilty too because of what you said. both sides were hurt and it’s unfair if she’s the only one who apologizes so you did your part.
“i’m sorry too, i should have not make you feel that way.” you whispered.
as the air between you and winter becomes charged with a mix of forgiveness and longing, she lifts her gaze to meet yours. in that moment, an unspoken understanding passes between you, and without a word, she leans in, her lips gently brushing against yours.
the kiss is tender yet passionate, carrying with it the weight of an apology and a promise. it speaks volumes, conveying the depth of her remorse and her desire to make things right. the warmth of her touch against your lips ignites a flicker of hope within you, erasing the painful memories of the argument and replacing them with a renewed sense of connection.
her lips are soft and inviting, molding perfectly against yours as if they were made to fit together. the sensation sends an electric current through your body, causing your heart to race and your senses to heighten. there is an exquisite dance between her lips and yours, a rhythm that syncs effortlessly, drawing you closer and deepening the intimacy of the moment.
her mouth explores yours with a delicate and passionate fervor. her lips part slightly, inviting you to deepen the kiss, and you respond eagerly, allowing the intensity to build. tongues intertwine in a sensual dance, their movements mirroring the love and longing that swirl within your souls.
each brush of her lips against yours is a tender caress, a gentle apology for the hurtful words that were exchanged. the taste of her lingers on your tongue, a bittersweet reminder of the pain and the love that coexist within your relationship. time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the intoxicating sweetness of the kiss, momentarily forgetting the outside world and the trials you have faced.
her hands find their way to your face, cupping your cheeks with a tenderness that speaks volumes. her touch is both gentle and possessive, a silent reassurance of her commitment and affection. the warmth of her touch seeps into your skin, melting away any lingering doubts or insecurities.
as the kiss deepens, the intensity grows, fueled by a mix of desire, forgiveness, and unspoken promises. the softness of her lips against yours gives way to a hunger, a primal need to connect and rediscover the passion that binds you together. your breaths become intertwined, ragged and needy, as you explore each other with a fervent desire, savoring the taste and texture of the kiss.
the world around you fades into the background, and it's just the two of you, lost in a sea of shared emotions and unspoken declarations. with each passing moment, the kiss becomes a language of its own, a symphony of longing and healing, carrying with it the power to mend the broken pieces of your hearts.
as the kiss eventually comes to an end, she pulls back slightly, her eyes searching yours for any signs of hesitation or doubt. but what she finds is a reflection of the love and forgiveness that fills her own heart. with a soft smile, she rests her forehead against yours, their breaths mingling as they take a moment to savor the tenderness and vulnerability of the shared kiss.
"i'm sorry," she whispers, her voice filled with sincerity. "i love you, and i promise to do better."
you caress her cheek gently, your voice carrying reassurance and love. “i love you too,”
in that moment, the kiss becomes a turning point—a symbol of reconciliation and a renewed commitment to one another.
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rae-blogging · 4 months
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CROSSING LINES: Prologue
pairing : park jongseong x fem! reader, park sunghoon x fem! reader
genre : angst, fluff and smut
word count : 700 (for the prologue)
format : series (not in lowercase)
synopsis : jay and y/n are content in their happy relationships with minjeong and sunghoon, blissfully ignorant of each other's presence when an accident turns their lives upside down. was anything ever the way it had seemed?
contains : themes of death, infidelity, heartbreak, unhealthy coping mechanisms, sexual harassment in upcoming chapters, jay being a complete jerk who def has anger issues, y/n being extremely delusional and naive
a/n : it has been ages since i've really sat down and written, but i had wanted to write this for a while now so here it is. this is based off a show called 'bepannah' which despite its flaws i was absolutely in love with, jay and y/n's characters are heavily inspired by those of aditya and zoya so if ridiculous anger issues or seeing jay be petty and horribly mean is not something you'd like to witness, i'm sorry.
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Park Jongseong had only ever been sure of two things in life:
Flying 
Kim Minjeong
And he couldn't ever come to a conclusion about the order. It didn't matter, though, because the only person he needed to understand that was always by his side, his best friend, his girlfriend, Minjeong. With her, Jongseong could be Jay; he could be childish, immature, and whiny. He could be flawed. He could be more than the arrogant heir of Park Industries.
Jay didn't honestly remember when he fell for Minjeong; all he knows is one day she was singing along to Harry Styles in his car, and the next, they were tangled on the back seat, her voice whispering a confession he could only smile in response to. For Jay, the transition was easy, and their relationship was effortless because, to him, despite everything, Minjeong was his best friend above all; she knew him inside out, and he, her. Nothing could ever change how he felt about her and how he felt with her.
Why then was he standing, trembling on this unassuming street of Seoul, with his darkened eyes fixated on the dead body of his girlfriend and a stranger right now? Their hands intertwined. Rigor Mortis, the doctor whispered, not even bothering to glance up at Jay before he turns to the team of detectives at the scene.
Jay could barely feel the glass shards from a stray bottle crackle under his feet as his body unwillingly staggered back, only then realizing there was someone behind him. His body turning around, and he blinked at the hazy silhouette he saw on the ground, his vision blurred by the thick sheen of tears covering his eyes that he didn't even register were there.
His mind still trying to make sense of the situation when his eyes meet your reddened ones, his ears suddenly becoming aware of the sound of loud sobs. Your frame kneeled upon the muddy ground whimpering while one of the detectives tries to console you and get you back up. Jay can catch a few words from the conversation, his mind too muddled to pay attention when you try to push past the cop towards the bloodied bodies.
“It's my fiancé! You don't understand! Sunghoon!” You cry, and Jay wonders for a second if he should be screaming too. His body unable to react or respond to the sight, his eyes blankly falling at the ground where his girlfriend now lays dead. Her face somehow free of any major scarring; she looks just fine, and he almost calls out to her like he can hear you do for the man in the background. His eyes once again darting towards the intertwined hands of Minjeong and Sunghoon as he stares lifelessly. She wasn't wearing her ring.
He can faintly hear the sound of a few detectives whispering, his brain barely able to piece certain words together, but he could guess their words as he stared at your frantic self overwrought with emotions that Jay hadn't even acknowledged yet. He saw how you vehemently shook your head to something one of the policemen said and your tearful but firm voice piercing his ears as he clenches his fist at your words.
“They were just sharing the cab!” You protest, trying to wipe your tears, but more keep falling. “She was- she scared, she must have been scared, she must have asked for a lift" You sniffle, trying to sound sure of your words as your eyes meet the sympathetic ones of the policeman in front of you, his gaze angering you as you gulp down tears, "Some women have to be like that, they- she must have been running away from home, so, so he held her hand; she must have- she must have asked him to. Sunghoon is kind, he's really nice like that, he-”
Anger finally flickers on Jay's face, his presence left unnoticed as he clenches his jaw at what you say, his voice cutting through your heart as you immediately jump back, not having even realized he was standing there.
“Your fiancé cheated on you.” His voice is sharp and almost hollow, and you can feel faint memories of earlier this morning resurface at his appearance. Memories that suddenly seem of a distant past. “Your nice, kind fiancé cheated on you with my girlfriend.” His cruel words of disdain making you open your mouth in immediate denial and anger, but he doesn't let you. “You are an ignorant id-” His words getting cut off by a wary detective, “We are taking the bodies to the hospital for an autopsy; if there's any immediate family, you can inform, please do it now.”
Your hands immediately fiddling before you ask hesitantly, “Did he- did he- did it happen immediately after the car crash?” The detective sighs, “We can't be sure yet, but the doctor seems to think so, yes. Both seem to have died at the spot right after the accident. We'll find out more once we take them to the hospital.”
Jay's lifeless gaze flits over the ambulance his girlfriend is in. His dead girlfriend. Just a few hours ago, he had been out buying a birthday gift for her. And a few hours before that, Minjeong had woken him up after opening all the blinds and teasing him when he protested.
“Don't be a baby," she grinned. "You know I have to leave for Busan for the art exhibition soon. Now get up!"
Jaw clenched, hands balled up into fists as Jay realized how easily she had lied to him. Was any of it ever true?
“You can't think the worst of everything," your voice shakes Jay back to reality, your soft eyes still brimming with tears as you try to console an angry Jay. “I'm sure there's an explanation. Sunghoon would never cheat on me, neither would- would your girlfriend if she loved you. You don't have to take everything as you see it. That's foolish."
Your voice magnetic and firm enough to almost make Jay believe your words, but he could hear the slight waver in your voice, the uncertainty in your lilt, how it sounded more like you were convincing yourself than him.
“You are a fool to force yourself to believe any of that.” Jay's words are flat. “You and I were both cheated on, and right now, I don't know if I am infuriated or devastated, but it doesn't matter because you are neither. You are just a fool whose fiancé probably cheated on her because she was too delusional to live in the real world. Anyone would cheat if they had to deal with someone like you.” Jay's words seem to prick your soul. Your heart wrenching as he walks off, his hand grabbing his phone as he walks out of earshot, and you are left to stand on the once barren road, the quiet buzz of policemen and ambulance not enough to pierce through your thoughts as the words of the stranger seem to reverberate in your head.
Anyone would cheat if they had to deal with someone like you
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laurentpark · 8 months
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Burn — Kim Minjeong
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pairing: kim minjeong x aespa! reader
summary: where minjeong finally finds the courage to confess to you only to find out it was too late.
genre: angst
warnings: unrequited love
word count: 790
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i'm not in love. i'm not in love. i'm not in love.
minjeong chants those words repeatedly in her mind, laying in her bed with her eyes closed, trying to get her mind off of one specific person who has been driving her crazy.
you.
you were originally a source music trainee before transferring over to sm entertainment just less than eight months before you debuted in aespa but that didn't mean you didn't connect with the girls well. although things were awkward at first, the five of you got along because of your easy going personality.
but out of all the members, there was one person who you had the hardest time with.
winter.
the relationship between the both of you started off rocky due to introverted personality and closed off personality. it took quite a long time for her to open up to you but she eventually did after the girls forced winter to go and talk to you.
if only they knew the reason why she was so hesitant to talk to you.
she found you intimidating. not because you were scary or anything, but rather because she found you very attractive. and not just your looks in general, you were charismatic and the way you talk to her so gently to make her feel at ease made the girl fall for you. hard.
minjeong lets a frustrated groan escape from her lips. the pain in her chest is burning and she knew the remedy is only you.
more specifically, confessing her feelings to you.
but that option absolutely terrifies the girl. there were many things that could go wrong– like you rejecting her and ruin your friendship. but, maybe, just maybe, you also shared the same feeling and accept her confession.
"i need to talk to jimin-unnie." she huffs out, seeking advice from her leader.
walking out of her bedroom, she finds her way over to the living room to see her leader sitting on the sofa while watching tv.
"minjeong, is that you?" jimin calls out, turning around to see the shorter girl standing there awkwardly with a weird look on her face. jimin raises her eyebrow in confusion at the girl. "you…okay?"
"how do you say you like someone without actually saying it to them?"
jimin stays silent for a while before speaking, "is this about y/n?"
minjeong widens her eyes in surprise. "n-no, of course not-"
"you're a horrible liar, you know that?"
"how did you know?" minjeong questions the leader. 
"minjeong, everyone knows." 
"not everyone." minjeong refers to you, sighing in defeat. jimin frowns her words and pats her shoulder to comfort her.
"minjeong, are you listening?" jimin snaps the younger girl out of her thoughts. "you like her, don't you?"
minjeong nods her head silently.
"then confess. it's better to try things out and let your feelings be free than keeping it to yourself. i can see that you have so much love to give but you're not letting yourself do that because of fear. don't waste that love minjeong, confess and give it to her."
"confess and give it to her…?" minjeong repeats her leader's words in a questioning tone before smiling and nods her head excitedly. "where's y/n?"
"she's with ningning and giselle outside." jimin responds making the younger girl bolt out of the living room. "good luck!" 
pushing the door outside, she runs into giselle and ningning… but not with you. 
"looking for someone?" ningning asks the older girl. 
"y/n."
"she's still in the car with somi." giselle explains, pointing her finger at a car behind them. minjeong gives them a nod and was about to go but the rapper's grip on her hand prevented her to do so. "wait, why are you in such rush?"
"i have to tell her something." minjeong loosens giselle's grip on her. "i have to tell her i love her."
both giselle and ningning look at each other with a scared yet worried expression.
"wait, unnie-"
minjeong stopped her tracks as she felt her heart drop to her stomach at the sight of you and somi kissing each other.
"...oh." was all minjeong could say at the sight.
"you were too late." giselle sighs out patting her shoulder, giving the girl a pitiful look in her eyes. "you should've confessed earlier. after all, somi just confessed."
"but don't worry about it!" ningning tries to cheer her up. "there's other fishes in the sea, right?"
giselle and ningning, her members tried their best to cheer up the girl the best they could but their words only went in minjeong's ear and out the other. she can't focus on that.
not when the pain in her chest started to burn again.
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zuhaism · 3 months
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⊹ 。˚ 𓂃 ♡ STORMS ?! ┊ kim minjeong ⁺
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synopsis : y/n and minjeong never talks. what happens when they’re forced to?
pairing : aespa5th!member x kim minjeong
genre : fluff
author’s note : this is the same y/n frm the karina one lolsss
y/n and winter had never been that close; they had only exchanged a few sentences while preparing for their debut. being the only pair of introverts in the group didn't help, as they were often left alone in silence when the other three went out.
"y/n!!" a shout echoed from across the hallway as the lights flickered during a blackout. the thunder outside was intense. "minjeong unnie?" y/n called out, venturing toward minjeong's room with her phone's flashlight guiding the way.
the other three had left earlier for their schedules, leaving y/n and minjeong free for the evening. they usually spent most of their time doing their own thing, not communicating much. y/n was fine with it; they had never had a full-length conversation before, so nothing changed.
the flashing phone in y/n's hands illuminated the hallway and minjeong's doorway. the door to her room was open, and y/n found minjeong curled up on her bed, hands covering her eyes as another thunderous sound echoed outside.
minjeong opened her eyes and met y/n in the doorway. she sat up straight and slowly made her way toward y/n. the smaller girl latched onto y/n when another loud bang from the thunder erupted. y/n chuckled under her breath, wrapping her left arm around minjeong's shoulder, eliciting a furrowed brow from minjeong.
𓇼
"the circuit got cut off. i don't think i can fix it," y/n said, eyeing the power box adjacent to the kitchen where minjeong was seated. minjeong groaned in response. y/n chuckled awkwardly after closing the power box and walking up to the older girl.
minjeong's head dropped onto the kitchen island. y/n stood beside minjeong, unsure of what to say, pondering whether it was an awkward or comfortable silence for minjeong. in the dimly lit kitchen, y/n broke the silence cautiously.
"um, do you wanna sit on the couch? it's more comfortable," y/n suggested, her voice uncertain. minjeong looked up and nodded in agreement. the two awkwardly shuffled to the living room, avoiding eye contact in the flickering glow of y/n's phone, revealing their unease.
y/n took a seat in the middle of the couch, and minjeong hesitated before settling beside her. the distance between them felt awkward. as another clap of thunder reverberated through the apartment, minjeong visibly tensed, instinctively scooting closer to y/n, seeking comfort from the younger girl. y/n, caught off guard, welcomed minjeong's presence with a pang of empathy.
unsure of how to handle the situation, y/n wrapped her arms around minjeong's shoulder, trying to ignore the effect she had on her. minjeong jumped and squealed as another loud bang happened outside, burying her head into y/n's shoulder.
y/n looked down at minjeong, who had buried her head into her shoulder. "so, how do you pass the time during storms?" y/n struck up a conversation to avoid an awkward atmosphere.
minjeong looked up with confusion in her eyes. "huh?" y/n swallowed a lump in her throat, breaking eye contact. "i thought you were scared, so, um—I thought it might help."
"music helps," minjeong remarked, her gaze fixed on the younger girl. she felt a subtle warmth as y/n retrieved her phone from the coffee table, playing 'die 4 you' by dean. minjeong kept her eyes on y/n as she sat back beside her, letting her head rest on the couch with closed eyes, lost in the soothing melody. minjeong instinctively drew closer to y/n, snuggling into the crook of y/n's neck.
the remaining three members arrived home, their laughter filling the apartment as they stumbled upon the usually reserved duo, now entwined in a very intimate cuddle, bathed in the glow of the living room lights. giggles echoed across the apartment as they took pictures of the cuddling duo.
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kyuusberry · 3 months
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you | aespa winter - oneshot
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pairing: kimminjeong(winter) x fem!reader
genre: angst
warnings: cheating (don’t cheat on your partners)
ib/rm: selfish
a/n: filler story.. also not proofread. realized how similar this was to the inspiration i used, so it’s kinda like a remake in a way 😓
cis men, homophobes, racists, 20+ accounts, smut accounts dni
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screams were ringing in the bedroom of your house, things thrown across the room, glass broken.
“how could you?! i trusted you, minjeong! i gave you everything and this is what you give back?” you choked on your words, eyes puffy and red.
“i’m sorry! it was a mistake, i messed up, just please forgive me, y/n,” she sobbed, pleading.
“forgive you? mistake?” you were shaking from anger, “mistake? how the hell is cheating a mistake! it’s not an accident! it’s you, minjeong!”
“y/n, i’m sorry! i love you, just please, don’t leave me,” she choked, holding your hand.
you yanked your hand away from hers, “if you loved me, then you would’ve never cheated. you’re only crying now because i caught you. if i didn’t confront you then you would’ve never confessed. this isn’t love, minjeong,” your breath caught in your throat, “we’re over.”
“no, please. i swear! i’ll make it up to you! just please, please take me back,” she begged.
“no, minjeong,” your heart shattered, “if this was love this would’ve never happened. this argument would’ve never happened.”
“why are you giving up on us so easily?”
“because someone decided to break my trust,” you smiled, “goodbye, my love,” you walked out, leaving all of your memories and a chapter of your life behind. the pain of betrayal would take a while to heal, but you held onto the tiniest glimmer of hope— hope that you would find your happiness. the happiness you deserved.
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perfectsunlight · 1 year
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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞
𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗜𝗜 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟥,𝟢𝟧𝟤
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𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾. 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗓𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗍; 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍.
𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗌.
𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅𝗀𝗂? 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾.
"𝗒/𝗇-𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗏��𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎," 𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝗎𝗀. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾. "𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋-" 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅𝗀𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, "𝗒𝖺𝗁! 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖭𝖸𝖮𝖭𝖤. 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅𝗀𝗂?" 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅𝗀𝗂 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.
"𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗀𝗎𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅𝗀𝗂 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍.
𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝟩:𝟥𝟢. 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋.
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.
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𝟤 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆: 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾 <𝟥 *
𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆: [ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾 <𝟥 ] 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒? 𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍: 𝟣𝟢:𝟣𝟩 𝖺𝗆
𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆: [ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾 <𝟥 ] 𝗂 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋-𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍: 𝟣𝟣:𝟥𝟧 𝖺𝗆
𝟣 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆: 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾 <𝟥 *
𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆: [ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾 <𝟥 ] 𝗃𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗒𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍: 𝟤:𝟢𝟤 𝗉𝗆
𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆: [ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾 <𝟥 ] 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄? 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍: 𝟥:𝟥𝟥 𝗉𝗆
𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆: [ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾 <𝟥 ] 𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍? 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍: 𝟧:𝟦𝟤 𝗉𝗆
𝟤 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆: 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾 <𝟥 *
𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆: [ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾 <𝟥 ] 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍: 𝟨:𝟣𝟩 𝗉𝗆
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒.
𝗍𝗈: [ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾 <𝟥 ] 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝟩:𝟦𝟩 𝗉𝗆
𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅-𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋. 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀; 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌.
𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾; 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.
𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.
𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖻. 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗎𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋.
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇? 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗉𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.
𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 ��𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 "𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁" 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍.
𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋. 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋. 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍.
𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗉 (𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒) 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽.
𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽.
"𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽. 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 "𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.
"𝗇𝗈, 𝗇𝗈. 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒. "𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗂-" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 "𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽.
𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒, 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒. "𝗒/𝗇, 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽…𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄.
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗍. "𝗒/𝗇?" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 '𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋' 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗑.
"𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. "𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅? 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾!" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅'𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.
"𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾? 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍." 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌. "𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇? 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍? 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽"
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 "𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝗒/𝗇. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍-" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁���𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌. "𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "𝗇𝗈, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆. 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.
"𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋"
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖽𝖾. 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺. 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.
"𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐," 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. "𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾'𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒/𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽."
𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 "𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇-𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾. 𝗐𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋." 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾.
"𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾'' 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒.
𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍.
"𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. "𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗌, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽."
"𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒/𝗇" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋. "𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀."
𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗀𝖾. "𝗐-𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍?" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿. "𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗆𝖾, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀." 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, "𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅." 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.
"𝗒/𝗇, 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀" 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. "𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍? 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌. "𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌?" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗑-𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋.
"𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗒/𝗇. 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒/𝗇, 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎." 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋.
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆; 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.
"𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎" 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗉. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗂𝗋. "𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗍?" 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗇𝗈𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.
𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽; 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐���� 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗌. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.
𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗒𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋.
"𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾, ���𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍."
(i will always love you, y/n)
"𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋."
(it was supposed to be you in the end)
𝒇𝒊𝒏
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httpisaoki · 3 months
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CHROME HEARTS — aespa
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sypnosis: you were always too warm.
-> a/n : new written series inspired by songs?! yes yes ik ik how many series i've opened up but this one is special for valentine's. expect a mix of fluff and angst bcs idk :&lt; songfics i think?
-> a/n : each episode is somehow related to each other (like ning, rina, and winter) though the timeline may not be accurate, the angst in it still stands hehe !
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CHAPTERS.
juliet's tears, ning yizhou (feb 12th)
pov, aeri uchinaga (feb 14th)
urs, kim minjeong (feb 19th)
stupid in love, yu jimin (feb 20th)
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( CLOSED ! . . . )
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ddoxhan · 1 year
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destined to be
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tears just keep falling, but never to the ground
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genre : angst; longing for someone who was in your life, someone you were so in love with and still is; gn! reader x any aespa member; how does it feel to long for someone so much you forgot how it feels, so numb and dreadful
t/w : none ?? ig
a/n : leaving hurts so much, but being left behind is on another level of agony. what is bound to happen will, yet I couldn't brace myself for it :( anyways enjoy !!
no one told me that losing someone felt like losing everything you thought life was. no one told me goodbyes were this hard to say. no one told me that you were going to be gone the next moment, when we were just laughing about some lame joke that I don't even remember anymore. all I can think of is just you and nothing else, truly.
it feels like all that's left is my body, its frame. I feel, empty. like this void right in the middle of my heart, ceasing the beating because what I do, eat, are only done for the sake of it. one moment I focus on something, the next you'll see me zoning out for the nth time, back to thinking about you.
please, please. let me out of this invisible cage. free me from these deafening cries. relieve me from these suffocating feelings. if I can, I don't want to feel. it hurts to feel now, where I don't deserve to feel happiness and joy without you. neither do I think I deserve to be submerged in this unbearable misery ever since you weren't here anymore.
you'll always be somewhere better, just not beside me. I'll always be somewhere worse, just not beside you. our times will forever be engraved in memories from now on, but I hate it. so much I'd do anything just to have you back because we never wanted this.
maybe you did, but I know if you had a choice, you'd choose to be here. like the old days, like those days we went to the neighborhood convenience store to get ice cream on hot days, like those days we drove for two hours to the amusement park we've always wanted to go, like those days we looked into each other's eyes, full of love and passion. passion to have the other in their embrace for as long as time existed.
people came and went by, but you stayed right here. and so did I, unwilling to leave you behind but that works both ways. even so, that day had come, and you were gone. not with the wind, yet it feels like the winds blowing were whispering in my ears. inaudible, but it had me break down with tears welling in my eyes. they refused to drop to the ground, instead rolling down my cheeks but before that could happen, I wiped them off with my sleeves.
no tears shall be shed to the ground with your departure. for I believe you felt relief, from all the pain and helplessness. watching you in your state, my heart clenches every now and then as you struggled to form your words to express what you felt. all I could do was comfort you and tell you, that it was okay, that it was fine with me if you chose to leave. it wasn't okay, however, I made myself be okay if it meant that you were happy, free.
you may be gone, but I will forever cherish that smile of yours for as long as I remember it and imagine what it would have been if time froze. just for you and me at that moment. just to hear your laughter for the last time, see that bright smile for the last time, feel you by my side for the last time, have you in my arms the last time. I did do all of that, but I'm greedy for more, because I'm still not ready to let you go. no amount time or experience can ever prepare someone for a last farewell.
I shall end the day on this note of yearning and heartaches. words seem powerless before these feelings I am feeling, but I guess,
"I miss you"
works just fine. there will be a day where I'd come find you, and we'd never be separated again. having you in my embrace, as we catch up on everything we had missed through long, long strings of time.
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wendzyy · 18 days
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CHAPTER 1
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sypnosis - yn ln , a popular student falls for someone she met online , causing minjeong to decide whether or not she should reveal her true identity.
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it was minjeong's first day being a 12 grader at a Highschool in seoul. She had moved from Daejeon to Seoul a few days ago due to a problem. Now she's living with her cousin, minji. Anyway, minjeong was beside the road, waiting for a taxi to come pick her up, minji had already left without her so now she had to deal with finding a taxi to bring her to school. It has been a while and no taxi was in sight, she felt like giving up but a bike came by, stopping right in front of her. minjeong couldn't see who the driver was since she was wearing a helmet. "what are you waiting for? hop on." the girl said in a sweet tone and minjeong got on almost instantly.
once they arrived at school, minjeong gets off from the bike. "ah..thank you for the ride.." minjeong thanked her, stuttering a little. "anytime." the girl replies as she took off her helmet. now, minjeong could see her face clearly and when she does, her heart almost stops. The girl was now looking at minjeong, a warm smile plastered on her face that made minjeong's heart flutter. "what's your name?" she asked. "m-minjeong..kim minjeong." minjeong answers her but the girl couldn't quite hear her well. "huh? what was that?" this time, she gets closer to minjeong and minjeong couldn't help but get nervous. "my name is kim minjeong." minjeong says in a more clearer voice. "nice name, im yn ln. pleasure to meet you." yn took her hand out for minjeong to shake and she eagerly took it. "you too." she mutters. "i better get going." yn sent her a wave then left, leaving minjeong in awe.
yn ln, the girl she always sees in social media..the same girl she had a huge crush on went to the same school as her.
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yourstruleejn · 2 years
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fate has a cruel way of bringing people in and out of one’s life. be it through weather changes, old memories or what seem to be mere coincidences. Jeno and you parted ways a long time ago, but destiny still has its say in who you end up with.
pairing // lee jeno x fem! reader; other characters include lee donghyuck (other dream members are mentioned) and aespa’s kim minjeong
genre // fluff; maybe angst? good ending tho; high school au + college au !!; exes to ??? (it’s kinda our beloved summer inspired but like /mildly/); everthing that is in cursive is a throwback !!
word count // approx. 10k
tw // drinking but legal ! (let me know if i forgot any!)
playlist // here
authors note // this one took me a hot minute and i’m not sure if i’m 100% happy with it but i think it’s the best i can do for it at this point! i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! and also sorry for just disappearing haha i’ll try to write more/faster in the future and summer is coming up so, be prepared!
! reminder ! everything i write about on here is entirely fictional and in no way am i saying this is how the boys would act in real life ❥
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i.               like downpour you come and go
Jeno sighed as the raindrops hit the concrete. He was currently seeking shelter from the violent rainfall at a bus stop. Just moments ago, the sky had been a vibrant blue, and now it was painted all grey. A groan of frustration left the young man when he realized he didn’t bring his umbrella. Just great. He really wasn’t sure why he agreed to meet up with Donghyuck, when he could have spent his day off at home, avoiding the current downpour. But a few days ago, the promise of a beautiful day outside with one of his best friend convinced him. On top of this series of unfortunate events, that albeit were out of his control, irked him incredibly nonetheless, Hyuck had texted him a few minutes ago that he was going to run late. That of course was to be expected, and Jeno had actually taken Donghyuck’s usual fashionably late arrival into consideration when he left his apartment, but he still arrived at the park before his friend did. He just hoped Hyuck would arrive soon.
A notification from his phone crushed this wish, however. He frowned reading the text he had had just received.
Hyuck: Hey sorry man, I think its gonna take me another thirty minutes, the trains delayed because of the rain.
Hyuck: but you could go to the café near the bus stop. They make a mean hot chocolate. Wait for me there. See you.
Getting to the café would be a problem Jeno concluded. There was virtually no way for him to get there without getting completely drenched. However, the thought of good hot chocolate convinced him to sprint over there. Besides, it really didn’t seem like Hyuck had left him any choice, saying he’d meet him there.
Unfortunately, Jeno was not the only one to try to sit the rain out at the café, so it was quite literally packed with people. There was not a single table unoccupied, all the waiters were running around, a little stressed, trying to get every new customer their order. It seemed they hadn’t expected the rain either and were understaffed for the business boom caused by the sudden weather change.
For the third time today Jeno was tempted to let out a dramatic sigh and wish that he had stayed home, but out of the corner of his eye, at the far back of the café he saw a table for two, occupied by one. Normally Jeno wouldn’t go up to a stranger and ask if they could share the table, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
The table was somewhat secluded from the hectic main area of the small café. Jeno was surprised that anyone had spotted it at all. He suspected that the young woman sitting at the table must be a regular and in the café before the rain had started, or else she wouldn’t have been able to secure such a nice, quiet space to finish her work. Jeno approached the table, but with her gaze fixed on the screen of the laptop in front of her, she didn’t seem to notice him advancing in her direction.
Jeno cleared his throat, “Excuse me?”
The second that the young woman’s eyes moved from her work to Jeno, his heart literally stopped. Well, figuratively stopped. He realized that the young woman he had hoped would share her table with him was you. Technically meeting you wouldn’t be such a big deal, if only it hadn’t been so long and if only, he hadn’t left the way he did.
Staring back at him, you looked just as surprised as he did. Eyes wide open and slight confusion written over your features.
“Hi,” Jeno breathed out, “I didn’t realize it was you. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you while working.”
A quick smile was thrown in your direction and then he was ready to turn around and leave. He was honestly just planning on going back out into the rain, which he hoped would wash away the embarrassment he had just felt from this very one-sided interaction. Even though you had had little choice in that matter.
You were too stunned by seeing Jeno again after all these years to immediately react. Your mind was racing quite a bit and you only really comprehended what had happened when you were already faced with the man’s back. So, just like that Lee Jeno reentered your life on a rainy day, just like he once had. This time he was quicker to leave you behind, though. You sighed.
-
May was always especially rainy and on this particular day in May you were incredibly unfortunate. Usually, you always had an umbrella with you, just in case, but you had lent it to a classmate just a week prior, and he hadn’t given it back yet. The morning had already been incredibly suffocating with the humid weather, so your mom reminded you to bring an umbrella to school, but in your morning rush you had forgotten to take an extra one with you. So, here you were standing just beyond the main entrance of your school, willing the downpour to halt, just for your way home, then the rain could fall as much as it liked. You just had to get home. 15 minutes, max.
You were just about to call your mom to pick you up when you, noticed someone with what looked like your umbrella move past you. The audacity some people had. “Hey! You!” you glared and shouted after the figure.
The student came to an abrupt halt, turning around and pointing at himself with a confused look. He was an upper classman, and it was obvious that he was startled by a younger student, such as yourself, talking to him in a demanding manner. Such manner that it made him seriously think that he had wronged the girl in some way.
You ran through the rain to get to the boy as fast as you could, to retrieve your umbrella and give the boy a piece of your mind. Even though it had only been a split of a moment you were out in the rain, you could already feel the fallen water on your skin. Your hair must’ve already curled its way back to its natural state, so you weren’t surprised to see the surprise on Lee Jeno’s face as you appeared in front of him in such close proximity. The umbrella was just big enough to shield both of your bodies from the rain. You must’ve looked crazy.
Even in all of his confusion the thought that you were pretty crossed his mind. Or the thought that you would be pretty had you not such a serious, maybe angry, definitely annoyed expression written over your face. Generally, Jeno thought you were pretty even with such a expression overtaking your features, but since it was directed towards him, he was slightly worried.
“That’s my umbrella.” You stated matter-of-factly.
Normally you wouldn’t talk to an upper classman in such rude fashion, but you had had a really rough day and just wanted to get home not thoroughly soaked. Studying his features, you recognized the boy in front of you. You knew who he was. The whole school knew who Lee Jeno was; stellar student and star athlete. Captain of the school’s Baseball team. You also heard that he was nice and helpful in moments of need. All you needed him to do right now was give back your umbrella.
He looked at you confused, “It’s my friend’s, Park Jisung’s”
Park Jisung. Said classmate you lent your umbrella to a week ago. He had begged you to lend it to him, since he had to carry some comic book, which apparently was worth more than his yearly allowance and Chenle (another one of your classmates) would most definitely kill him if he got it wet. You agreed since you had actually brought extra rainfall protection on that day. Now, of course, you were regretting the decision.
You sighed, “No it’s mine. I lent it to Jisung last week and he hasn’t given it back. See it’s my initials on here.” You pointed to the bottom of the handle, where in neat handwriting your initials adorned the umbrella.
“Oh.”, was all Jeno said. However, he still held onto what was now established to have been your umbrella.
“Well?” you asked expectantly, “Can I have it back?”
“But then I don’t have an umbrella.” He looked at you, brows furrowed.
“That is in all frankness not my problem.” You reached to grab the umbrella from him, but in a swift motion, almost a reflex, Jeno took a step back, leaving you exposed to the heavy rain, mouth open in shock.
Jeno had never pulled someone towards him so quickly. He hoped the grip on your arm wouldn’t leave marks, but when he had taken a step back, to keep the umbrella in his grasp, he hadn’t thought as far ahead as you standing in the rain without anything shielding you from it. In any other scenario Jeno would have blushed, being so close to a girl, but he was just so shocked and surprised with himself to actually comprehend the even closer than before proximity of your body.
“Sorry.” He whispered almost inaudibly.
You scoffed. Was this guy for real? With the added wetness to your school uniform and hair your body began to shiver despite the somewhat warm May temperatures. Now you really wanted to get home. You were about to curse at the boy in front of you when he stripped off his blazer and placed it over your shoulders.
“I’ll walk you home.” He stated, smiling comfortingly, as if it was a solution to all of your problems.
You narrowed your eyes at him, “No.” Jeno’s eyes went wide at that, never once had someone rejected his offer to walk them home. He himself thought it was sweet to do such acts of service. Before he could rephrase his offer and explain what he had meant, you continued, “I’ll walk you home.”
Now Jeno was blushing.
 ii.              flowers are a gift from the earth. and a reward from me, for you
It was a slow day. In every aspect. Spring break meant that there were barely any university students in town. Well, barely any but you. You were working in an empty shop, while it was the most beautiful day outside. You sighed, seeing the beams of light come through the glassy front of the shop which overlooked a small square. You loved to work in the flower shop, really. It was one of the best jobs you’ve had so far. You loved interacting with the customers, creating beautiful bouquets to give to their loved ones. You thrived off of the love, as well as the general distraction from whatever was going on in your life. That’s why, on days like these, when it was just you and the flowers, both doomed to observe the sunny outside world, your mind wandered to places you’d rather it didn’t.
The short and coincidental interaction you had with Jeno just a few days ago occupied your mind more than you had hoped it would. It seemed like he couldn’t get away fast enough. It was obvious that he hadn’t recognized you at first, but it would be a lie for you to say you hadn’t done everything in your power to distract your mind from him the second he had stepped into the shop, all disgruntled and annoyed from the rain. Your first instinct was to laugh about it and wave him over, as if he was here to see you. Thankfully you were able to muffle that instinct as soon as it rose up from deep inside of you. The distraction part was also going fairly well, until the young man decided to march right up to and ask something, you weren’t really sure what it was, just to turn around within five seconds, giving you no time to react. It was a little overwhelming seeing him again after all this time.
When you had told your roommate Minjeong about it, she burst out laughing. But upon seeing your expression she placed a hand on your back. Her face turned from teasing to empathetic and almost worried within a split-second. A small smile its way onto her face, “Still hurts, huh?”
You just nodded, bringing your knees up to your chest and sighing once more, to let all of the unspoken feelings out, without actually speaking them still.
The truth was back when Jeno and you parted ways, it was sort of mutual. Sort of because, while you didn’t not want to be what you were right now, Jeno’s points and worries made sense. He was graduating high school a year before you were, going to university kind of far away. So, you decided to break up, if you can even call it that since technically you were never officially each other’s significant other. Still, you considered yourself to be Jeno’s, and you were sure he considered himself yours as well. Back then it was easy for all of your girlfriends to paint Jeno as the villain, giving him dirty looks at school, for the little remaining time he was still roaming your school’s hallways. You knew it couldn’t have been easy for him either.
It still was easy enough for him to leave town without a last goodbye, though. When you found out from Jisung that Jeno had left right after graduation, and didn’t say a final goodbye, or anything at all really, it was easy to believe the words your friends had to say about him. And for a time, you did. But soon the anger turned into hurt, which eventually got more and more dull until you barely noticed it on a day-to-day basis. Only certain things, sounds, smells brought back the memory of your love that never really got to be what could have been. Well, could have, would have, should have, didn’t.
So here you were, wallowing in your first, and so far, only love that mattered. All of this made you just sadder so, to make it go away you decided to just let your head rest on the counter before you. It smelt like fresh cut flowers even more intensely than the shop already did. Trapped in your busy brain you didn’t notice the bell at the door ring.
“Is the shop closed?” an unsure male voice called from the entrance.
You were quick to react, happy that there was someone to take your mind off of Jeno, “Nope. No. I’m here. Sorry.” You said, lifting your head quickly off the table.
You had to stifle a laugh when you saw who had stepped into the flower shop. Was this fate playing some incredibly vicious joke? Whatever you had done in your past life must’ve been quite the crime, you concluded.
In front of you stood none other than Lee Jeno, who to be fair looked just as bamboozled to see you. You let out one sigh before saying a soft greeting to the man. Now that he wasn’t running away from you, you could study his features. He hadn’t changed much. The main difference was merely his more adult look, but put him in a school uniform and boom, you’d be back to being 17 and in love with the kindest, sweetest boy you had ever met.
Your heart ached at the thought that he was probably here to buy flowers for his girlfriend, nonetheless, you had to keep the business going, “What can I get for you today? Something pre-made or would you rather select the flowers for your own bouquet?”
Jeno was taken aback by your professional /read cold/ behavior. Despite the polite smile on your face, he couldn’t recognize any of your warm, welcoming expressions from high school (experienced by Jeno only after he had given back your umbrella, of course). Then again, basically running away from you last week couldn’t have helped his cause. Other than the change in expression towards him you still looked just as graceful as you did in high school.
When Jeno had first noticed you back then he was far from brave enough to talk to you. He knew you were friends, well classmates, with Chenle and Jisung, but he still struggled to find a reason to introduce himself to you. That’s also why he thanked a higher power for the unexpected downpour that one day, as well as everything else that followed.
“I’ll just take the one with the sunflower. But could you please wrap it?” he spoke softly, as if he was asking you to do an impossible task. The impossible task of wrapping up his new girlfriend’s flowers?
You just hummed softly, taking the bouquet off the stand, and bringing it to the back of the counter. For Jeno the silence was suffocating, for you it was welcome. You were focused on working right now anyways. Concentrating on getting the flowers wrapped as gently as possible.
“How have you been?”
Jeno’s question caught you by surprise. You halted your current actions and looked at him. It wasn’t a necessarily unhappy look, but Jeno still felt exposed under your gaze. Well, besides the fact that he had just interrupted your delicate wrapping of his bouquet, as well as practically sprinted out of a café at the sight of you, you just weren’t sure what he was looking for with asking the question.
Jeno was tense looking at you, looking at him, but after a moment or two your features softened, and you turned your attention back to his purchase. You nodded softly, “I’ve been good. Busy. Good-busy, though.”
Jeno let out a relieved sigh, “That’s good.”
You threw a small smile in his direction, finishing up the packed bouquet and handing it to him. He politely thanked you as he took it from you, paid, and with that he was out the shop.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, bringing a cooling hand to your cheek you tried to calm your nerves, before tackling the cleaning of the stray leaves and blossoms that decided they didn’t want to be part of Jeno’s bouquet.
You picked up one of them and brought it closer to your eyes, to get a better look at it before softly whispering, “the others are traitors, thank you for staying.” You then proceeded to giggle at your own silliness before actually continuing to tidy up.
What you didn’t know was, that Jeno was watching you through the window. He smiled at your habit of being soft and vulnerable when you thought no one was watching. You used to do that a lot, however, Jeno almost always got to sneakily witness those moments. There even was a time you would act that way around him without hiding. Of course, he couldn’t hear what you had said, if he had he probably wouldn’t have come to the conclusion that you were happy, but you looked happy.
-
You: smiling. Over the past two weeks Jeno had been fortunate enough to be able to see you like that a lot more often than he was used to. He was also lucky enough to have gotten to know you better ever since that fateful day in the rain. Now, here he was on your second date, well hang out, watching you ramble on about anything and everything while sipping on the Capri Sun you had brought to share. Initially, you had brought two, of course, but Jeno had already finished his and you had offered him another sip from yours, so he had stolen one or two from your pack as well. You said it was ok.
“If I fail my history test tomorrow, it’s totally your fault.” You stated as you happily strolled along the park, not at all worried about said test, Jeno noted.
You two were actually supposed to study. The both of you had another two tests just before a short break. Your history test was dreaded by all the students of your grade, and Jeno, having already taken the test, suggested he’d help you study for it. From the beginning you suspected you wouldn’t get a lot of studying done and that the plans with Jeno would definitely stir up your whole day. Actually, you were quite sure that Jeno would stir up your whole life, turn it upside down.
“You won’t fail the test. It’s pretty easy actually, I don’t know what all the fuss is about.” He chuckled to himself. He had scored a 93% last year, and from what he had gathered he was sure you were a lot smarter than him, “besides, it’s so nice outside today. It’d be a tragedy if we spent it cooped up in the library all day. Consider this a short break, we are only stretching our legs for a minute.” Jeno proceeded to dramatically stretch his limbs, groan and sigh, leaving you giggling, shoving him lightly.
“Ok mister, I play video games all night but can’t sit still two hours to study without my body getting stiff.”
“I actually move quite a bit when I play video games!”
“Oh, I’m sure you do.” You laughed. Despite being slightly worried about the exam, it was nice taking a break. Or taking the rest day off, as you suspected it would turn into a full-afternoon-adventure.
“Tell you what, I’ll ask you one of the most asked history questions ever, and if you get it right, you stop worrying about the test and embrace the afternoon plus I will give you this daisy,” he quickly picked up the tiny flower from the grass beside the walkway, “and if you don’t get it right, you definitely need the break because there’s no way you will get this wrong.”
“So, either way we’ll spend the afternoon not studying?”
“It’s called self-care” he smiled his infamous eye-smile. You shook your head; it was foul play. Jeno knew you were weak for his smile. Well, he probably knew you were weak for him.
“Okay. Shoot. What’s the question?”
“When was Rome founded?”
You laughed, “You really think Mr. History Teacher is going to ask questions like this?”
“Sounds like you’re avoiding answering. You’re right, Y/N, maybe you should be worried.” He dramatically shook his head.
“753 BC. Idiot.” You glared at him while he just smiled, proud that you knew your romans.
Jeno grabbed your arm the get you to slow down and halt in front of him, “Don’t you want your reward?” he smirked.
Your cheeks were burning and judging by Jeno’s smirk, he knew what he was doing to you. Ever so slowly, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, and moments later placed the daisy behind it. He looked at you as though you were the most precious painting in the world. You whispered a small thanks and then the two of you continued you way through your study-free, sun-filled afternoon.
As time went on, you talked about all sorts of things; Your families, music, and goals after graduating. (After all you hadn’t really known each other for all that long.) The last topic left a bittersweet taste in Jeno’s mouth; He was excited about finishing high school, sure, but you had another whole year of school before you, and while your maybe-relationship (?) was incredibly premature and the two of you were only getting to know each other for now, Jeno knew how he felt. He knew how much he liked you, and he just didn’t want to stop anytime soon. Or ever. But for now, break was coming up and Jeno was sure to remind you to make time for him. It made your heart flutter.  The attention Jeno gave you was unlike any other you had ever gotten before. Looking back, you were so happy that Jisung didn’t give back your umbrella right away (or ever really). You smiled contently as you walked side by side the last rays of golden sunlight warming your skin. A small smile adorned your lips as Jeno casually slipped his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer.
“It’s gonna get chilly soon, we should preserve the warmth.” He was blushing slightly. Since the umbrella incident Jeno had managed to control his blushing a little better, only turning three to four shades redder when he came in sudden contact with your body. He wouldn’t have it any other way though, it confirmed his feelings, and he liked the butterflies.
So as expected and promised, the short study break turned into an afternoon full of laughter, every thought of history cast aside except the one you were making for your own lives. With the golden light fading and the sky slowly turning into a twinkling, tiny polka-dot pattern, Jeno dropped you off at home. The warmth of the day had subsided, but you didn’t even notice the change of temperature as a gentle kiss was placed onto your cheek, warming you up from the inside out.
You hadn’t even properly processed the kiss, before the boy made another swarm of butterflies erupt inside of you, “Hey Y/N? If you get a higher mark on that history test, I’ll buy you real flowers, okey? But if my score ends up being higher, you’ll buy me some!”
You chuckled, your hand finding the daisy behind your ear. Challenge accepted.
 iii.            let me hold your hand, so you don’t fall for someone else
Days were long, boring, and filled with thoughts of you. Jeno hadn’t actually seen you since that day at the flower shop, yet he seemed to see you everywhere. Daisies blooming, umbrellas everywhere, and hell, Donghyuck’s new dorm room was room Nr. 753. (so technically he was also thinking of ancient Rome?)
When Jeno had first told Hyuck about his little encounter at the coffee shop, he burst out laughing and kept bringing it up throughout their whole meet-up. Most of Jeno’s friends had always been Y/N-enthusiasts, so Jeno was sure there was some hope, some hidden agenda in Donghyuck’s continuous mentioning of you. It would’ve been a lie for Jeno to say that you and everything he had felt, he feels, for you was in the past, so he chose not to talk about you at all.
It was hard. Especially after seeing you again in the flower shop, all he wanted to do was tell Hyuck how happy you looked, and how bad he felt for wanting to be included in your happiness. However, he didn’t deserve to have such demands after leaving. Back then you were determined to make things work and Jeno was quite overwhelmed with the ending of his childhood. Staying friends is what he suggested, and although he could see that it hurt you, you agreed. But in the end, it wasn’t what Jeno wanted at all. He was in love with you, he just wasn’t sure how to handle such strong feelings in a time of such change. And thus, he just left. Friends don’t leave their friends without saying goodbye. Not when they go home after a movie marathon and certainly not when they leave for university. Sending a message was the least he could do, and he typed it out, but he just never hit send.
In any case, Jeno was sure your happiness was more than complete, even without him. So as Donghyuck was putting the flowers Jeno had gifted him into a vase, and he kept teasing him about how it was sweet that he knew each of the guys’ favorite flower, Jeno was thinking of you. And as the small dorm filled with the rest of their friends, he was thinking of you. And as he walked home that night, he was thinking of you. And the next day, he was thinking of you.
The first time Jeno really wished he could stop thinking of you was a rather unexpected one. Jeno would’ve bet his throwing-arm on the certain emptiness of the library during spring break. There was virtually no way anyone else would be between the bookshelves, except for the people that actually worked at the library of course.
In an attempt to simply lower the volume of the tiny voice inside his head that kept chanting your name, Jeno decided to stop by the library to pick up a few books he would be needing for upcoming essays and whatnot. The bike stands in front of the building were almost empty. Only few bicycles scattered around the metallic constructs, some put up properly, others toppled over. Jeno was almost certain that the bikes were either placed there for a quick stop to the convenience store on the other side of the road, or that they had already been there and not been moved for the majority of the semester. In any case, Jeno was counting on the library being empty, as well as it being a quick visit of picking up books and then getting back to his apartment and possibly calling up the boys for an afternoon in the park.
The cool air-conditioned atmosphere and the smell of books welcomed Jeno as the doors slid open, inviting him in. The old lady working at the front desk was sitting comfortably reading a book; a good sign for no one being in the library, no books to put away. It was also quiet. Well, it was a library after all. But during the semester, when the library was full of desperate students, there were always some sounds, even if it was only the turning of pages. The lady barely acknowledged Jeno as he walked past her determinedly. Jeno knew where the books were that he needed so he didn’t need her until he was actually checking them out.
Strolling through the rows and rows of bookshelves, Jeno couldn’t help but feel some sort of comfort. This was an environment he knew pretty well; it was also because outside of baseball, Jeno never really did much but study. Of course, he had hobbies like gaming and hanging out with his friends, but he also cared about his grades, so he always made sure to have enough time to study. Days like these would’ve been a portal straight back to the past if it wasn’t for the lack of you. Jeno shook his head at his thoughts wandering off towards your direction once again. He sighed, sliding the last book he needed off the shelf and turning back to head towards the exit.
Just as he was about leave the aisle of books, he spotted someone familiar sitting at one of the tables. He had to refrain from audibly sighing. From what he could tell, you sat alone at one of the tables at the far end of the so-called study space. The window front let in enough light for students to not get sleepy during their endless hours of studying, and at this very moment your gaze was turned towards the outside world. Jeno just stood and stared for a second. Was this really happening? Running into you for the third time in only 2 weeks, this must be some sort of sign, right? Divine intervention to get you back to him. But just as Jeno worked up enough courage to go say hi to you, invite you out to coffee maybe, just as he had gotten his legs to work again, as he took the first step in your direction, a head popped up beside yours. A male head.
Jeno once again stopped and stared. Your mouth turned into a smile as the young man next to you whispered something into your ear. Shaking your head, you shoved him back into his seat and he once again disappeared behind the wall. Looking at the scene now, it was clear that you weren’t alone; Two bottles of water were placed on top of the table in front of you, numerous textbooks were stacked on top of each other, none of them for your major and at an even closer inspection, you were reading a novel. So, you weren’t studying at all, simply accompanying your… boyfriend? You kept smiling at the guy in front of you, you kept giving him the attention Jeno wanted, the attention Jeno once had, the attention he had lost. He appeared once more from behind the wall and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.
Had Jeno stayed a moment longer, had he not turned around the second the other male’s fingers wrapped themselves around yours, he would’ve seen you pulling your hand from his grasp and sticking your tongue out to your friend in mockery. But he didn’t. So Jeno concluded that this was not a sign for him to talk to you. This wasn’t divine intervention to get the two of you back together. It was the message for him to move on. So, as he checked out his books, he tried not to think about you. Walking back home, he tried not to think about you. Entering his apartment, he tried not to think about you.
Jeno wasn’t used to not succeeding at things. He had always done fairly well with everything, so why was this any different. If only he had held onto your hand a little bit longer, if only he had held it a little bit tighter, then maybe you wouldn’t be falling for someone else.
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“Y/N” a soft voice woke you from your sleep. In all honesty you weren’t entirely sure when you had fallen asleep but the position of your head on the book in front of you, as well as the pain in your neck, indicated that it wasn’t an intentional nap. You hadn’t fully opened your eyes yet, when another statement was made by the soft voice, “You’re drooling allover your novel.” With a surprising speed your hand flew to the corner of your mouth checking if what was had been said was true (it was not), but you were only met with a giggling Jeno.
“Ha ha. Very funny, Jeno, thank you so much for the entertainment. I should hire you as my alarm.”
“Does that mean I get to wake up next to you every morning?”
You playfully rolled your eyes in an attempt to control the butterflies in your belly.
The two of you had spent the afternoon in the school-library. Jeno studying for his final exams and you reading. The afternoon quickly evolved into nighttime and looking outside now you were met with a pitch-black darkness, that did not look welcoming at all. Observing the outside, you let out a sigh, sleep still heavily clouding your brain.
Jeno on the other hand was looking at you, smiling. Before you fell asleep, he couldn’t get any studying done because he loved watching your facial expressions while you read. After you fell asleep, he couldn’t get any work done because he was busy just staring at you and listening to you breathe. There was a small smile on his features at all times, he noted to not invite you along to (serious) study sessions again.
Only then did you realize that Jeno had already packed up all of his things, “Are we leaving already? I’m not tired at all I could do this for another 3 hours minimum!” you smiled up at him, stretching your arms theatrically.
“Okay sure, sleepy head, but what you’re forgetting is that you have a curfew, and as the responsible young man that I am, I shall bring you home at least fifteen minutes before then.” He stated, smiling at you, and reaching out his hand for you to grab.
You checked the time, and it was true, your curfew was coming up rather fast and you really had to get home. You placed your hand in his and watched as his fingers wrapped around yours, the warmth from his hand spreading all the way to your heart. Too focused on the love you had for the boy in front of you, you didn’t realize that apparently your legs weren’t completely awake just yet, resulting in the first step being somewhat off? And then the next one had you stumbling completely. So, two steps in and you were already on your way to hit the floor.
But thank God for Lee Jeno. Thanks to him and his incredibly strong arms as well as very nice reflexes he caught you just in time spinning you towards him instead of the ground. Both of your eyes were big in surprise, staring back at each other. You opened your mouth in an attempt to thank him but his lips forming into themselves into a grin, made you reconsider your words for another moment. And that resulted in Jeno being faster with his reaction to the incident.
“Falling pretty fast for me, huh?” he smirked.
Your lips turned into a smile, “That totally ruined the moment just now, do you know that Lee Jeno?”
“Oh no not the government name.” He feigned fear, opening his mouth, and widening his eyes. This expression was soon replaced by what you could tell was a genuine smile, “You’re not going to move away?” he asked, suddenly somewhat shy.
Too caught up in Jeno’s joke and the general situation to have actually moved away, you hurriedly took a step back to give the boy in front of you some space. But before you foot could even hit the ground again, Jeno pulled you in once more, smiling. He promptly placed a soft kiss on your forehead (something he had seldom done before, especially in public!) and then placed his arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the library.
“Let’s get you home, sleepy head.”
You were sure your face was glowing with all the blushing it had been doing in the past moments. While the heat radiating from it welcomed the cooler night-air, the fresh air did little help to calm your racing heart.
 iv.  let’s stray alone
The world was spinning. Moving too fast and it seemed like you just couldn’t catch up with it. Your brain wasn’t doing you any favors by making everything blurry. Maybe downing that last drink wasn’t the greatest of your ideas. Your feet halted for a second as you tried to stop the carousel that seemed to be the ground for a second. You had to get yourself together in order to get home as soon as possible.
You had gone out for drinks with some of your friends and not planned on getting this intoxicated. There really wasn’t any occasion for your celebration, although it is important to say that Minjeong referenced to the evening as a mourning-party for you, since you clearly had fallen once again for Lee Jeno. You really wanted to contradict her, and you almost did, but then again you knew there was no point in lying to your best friend. She had observed you each and every day since Jeno came into the flower shop, thus Minjeong knew exactly what was going on. Contrary to its name, the outing today was actually supposed to keep your mind off your high school romance and keep the mere idea of men out of all your brains. It was doing a pretty good job (which was surprising since most of Minjeong’s Missions ended in chaos) until Lee Donghyuck walked into the bar of your choice. And thus, chaos spread. At least in your mind.
“You gotta be kidding me.” Minjeong sighed. Confused you followed her gaze. At the sight of your former school mate, you almost had to laugh. “There’s no way Jeno will show up, is there?”
“Lee Jeno is haunting you, Y/N” one of your other friends said giggling.
“It’s fate! Destiny! I’ve always said Jeno was your soulmate” another one chimed in, excited at the thought of your romance.
Minjeong scoffed, “Jeno doesn’t deserve Y/N, not after the way he left.” She turned to you, “You okay, bubs? We can leave if you want?”
While you appreciated Minjeong’s offer, you knew she had wanted to go a club after this, so in a swift motion you gulped down the drink in front of you and shook your head, “I don’t want to spoil anyone’s fun. I’m just going to go home and relax there, where the possibilities of running into Jeno are zero.”
“Never say never!” your friend chimed in making, most of the girls at the table laugh and you roll your eyes.
Minjeong just nodded along, watching you slip on your jacket. “You sure you don’t need me to walk you home? You know it’s not far, I can be back in like 30 minutes. You had quite a few drinks.”
It was true, your apartment wasn’t far, and you really had a few drinks, but with flushed cheeks and a small smile you declined her once again and headed to the door. You risked one last look back at where you saw Donghyuck, regretting it instantly. He was watching you, knowing him, he probably had been for quite some time. He offered you a smile, which of course you reciprocated. You had always liked Jeno’s friends. They were incredibly welcoming in high school and in the couple of years where Jeno was playing baseball out of town, you had seen them a few times and caught up a bit. But now with his apparent return to your hometown and thus  the possibility of Jeno showing up any second, and further confusion for you and your apparently not gone feelings for him, you decided to just throw Hyuck a small wave. Finally, you escaped from a for your heart potentially difficult situation.
So here you were: Drunk, almost home and most definitely scared of still being in love with Lee Jeno.
You remember your mom telling you once that cool night air is the best remedy for intoxication, and up until this starlit night you would have stood by this, but tonight it seemed to not work its magic at all. Sitting down on a park bench just behind your apartment building you let out sigh looking up at the sky. Bad idea. Who would’ve thought that looking up would actually make the spinning worse? Quickly you lowered your head and stood up again deciding it was time to finally get to your apartment.
Taking the way you had, meant you had to go through a sketchy ally which then led straight to the entrance of your building, and it was also where the stray cats lived. You smiled to yourself thinking of the many days you stopped by to feed them and got some cuddles in return. Not all of them loved you, of course, but you were proud to say that all of them at least tolerated you (meaning none were hissing at you anymore). Turning the corner, you were still smiling about your furry neighbors, Jeno somewhat forgotten at the thought of getting to pet them.
You were pulled out of your thoughts as your feet came to an abrupt halt. The cats were there. But there was also someone else. Crouched down, stroking the kitties as they happily munched on what you could only presume was provided by the host. Your breath hitched, suddenly everything you did was too loud, and you could swear any second now he would turn around and see you just standing there, watching him like a creep. No. Nope. You were definitely too drunk to talk to Jeno right now. As well as too fragile, if you were being honest.
Carefully and quietly, you took the few steps back behind the corner you had just turned. You breathed out. The guarantee of invisibility thanks to the wall allowing you to gather your thoughts. Arguing with yourself whether or not you should just go up to Jeno, you took a peek. He was now sitting on the road, one of the cats settled comfortably in his lap. You didn’t have to see his face to know what look was on it. A soft smile spread across your features as you watched the boy you once came to love interact with the cats that have brought you comfort countless of times. You hoped he found comfort in them too. You heard Jeno let out a small sigh, barely audible, as he played with one of the kittens.
Caught up in his own thoughts Jeno was happy to have stumbled upon the strays. He was on his way home, after dinner with the guys. Donghyuck had insisted on them getting drinks later, but Jeno had refused, alcohol wouldn’t help his aching heart and he would end up drunkenly calling you or worse running into you, with his luck. Of course, he didn’t tell Donghyuck that, who would just insist on him tagging along. Jeno knew deep inside he wanted to run into you again, just so that he could finally tell you everything he’s been holding inside, how sorry he is he left the way he did, how much he has been thinking about you and most importantly how he never stopped being in love with you.
Who knew he would unknowingly end up in front of your apartment? Fate had its ways.
“What am I going to do, huh?” he asked the cat in front of him. Looking around Jeno had come to the conclusion that somebody was taking care of them; toys were lying around, and water bowls stood filled up to the brim. “Someone’s been taking good care of you. Hopefully they show you all the love you deserve. I’m sure you take good care of them, too. You think someone will take care of me too?” Jeno chuckled at the silliness of talking to cats about his troubles. But his heart was heavy, and he wasn’t used to feeling this way. The past years he was doing okay, thinking of you every now and again, having fond memories together and re-awakened the occasional butterflies, but now? The thought of you brought a longing and regret.
Jeno had no idea that you were watching him. I mean how would he know? Hidden behind a wall was not only you, but your heart as well. Hearing Jeno say these words confused you more than ever. Only a few years ago you were sure you and Jeno would end up together, now? You were hoping for it deep down, but you weren’t entirely sure how to go on about it. It was just a little more complicated than either of you had anticipated.
-
The first stone for the wall around your heart was set when Jeno asked you to talk. Technically that wasn’t too out of the ordinary. The two of you always talked but it was the way he phrased it that worried you. It was how he didn’t grab your hand pulling you away from your friends, how he didn’t place his hand on your lower back to lead you outside, and most importantly it was how reluctantly he spoke and how he didn’t really look at you.
Just days ago, the two of you were smiling and laughing together. The feelings you felt for the boy were so intense, almost overwhelming, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Back then, you wanted to tell Jeno you loved him. (You didn’t verbally, but he knew. Exactly how you knew he loved you.)
Now, here you were standing in front of the boy you loved, who was avoiding your gaze at all costs. Deep down you were hoping he was just nervous to /finally/ ask you to be his girlfriend, but you knew that wasn’t why he wanted to talk.
“Is everything okey?” stepping forward you tried to seek out eye contact, growing more worried by the second. Over the past few months, you had gotten to know Jeno quite well, and while it was a fairly trouble-free time, you had experienced him worrying. Mainly about the future and how his childhood was coming to an end. But this was different. Jeno was afraid of losing you, that had always remained unspoken. But now, he just wasn’t sure how to make things work.
“I’m not sure how we should go on about this.” He still wasn’t looking at you directly, which only added to your nervousness.
“What do you mean exactly?” You blinked confused, taken aback by the statement. You weren’t exactly sure how he expected you to react to this. You understood his worries, however you always figured you were going to come up with some sort of plan together, that maybe during summer you were going to work things out together.
“I think, I think we should just be friends.” Jeno thought his voice gave away that this wasn’t what he really wanted. In the end he wasn’t entirely sure why he was doing what he was doing. It’s not like it was the lack of feelings that proposed a problem but rather the overwhelming love he felt for you. Everything was a lot, it was just too much, and no matter how cruel it sounded, you were the thing he could get rid of most easily. He couldn’t stop time from moving forward, he couldn’t not graduate and not go to college. So not pursuing the love he had for you was the easiest way to lessen the weight of change. Even though it was the last thing his heart wanted him to do.
“Oh.” At first you were just relieved that he was alright. But then the reality of what being friends implied hit you, “Right.” You breathed out.
Jeno’s eyes met yours for the first time. Jeno could see you close yourself off towards him. He tried to explain everything he was feeling as best he could, without hurting you any further and without admitting his feelings making things even harder for the both of you. He tried to lessen your weight as well. But you just nodded along to what he was saying, gaze fixed on a spot on the floor. Jeno could see you holding back tears, he too, was trying to stay composed, keeping up the façade of doing this for the ‘greater good’. It was just the easy way out, really.
“Are you okey?” his voice was soft, as though he was handling something incredibly fragile, which in some ways he was.
At last, you looked at him with a small smile on your lips, but not one that spread warmth around his heart. This smile was distant. A single tear escaped your eye, but you were quick to wipe it away, “Well, I can’t say it is what I would have wanted, but if it is what you want, there’s not much I can do, right? So,” you tilted your head and smiled a tad bit wider, still not fooling Jeno, “Friends?”
It wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what he wanted at all, but at the same time he really didn’t know what else to do. He knew you weren’t going to force him to do something he didn’t want to do, but it still hurt to hear you say that this is not what you wanted. It laid out the blame loud and clear. And you were right. You thought that this was something the two of you would talk about together. That the process of figuring Jeno’s post-graduation was something the two of you would do together. So, in the end he made a decision you should’ve made together, alone.
The thought of being friends with Jeno while still feeling all this love for him was almost impossible. Comical even. And when he left a week later without saying goodbye, you realized it was impossible for him too. Jeno never wanted to be your friend, he just wanted out and that you couldn’t understand.
 v.  fate has its ways
Things had been quiet for the past two weeks. The lack of Jeno gave you time to think clearly without freaking out too much. Honestly, at first you were surprised by how much of an effect he still had on you, but after reminiscing in the memories you had with him, you were impressed by not being affected by it more. The good memories made you excited at the thought of meeting Jeno again on accident. You realized pretty soon into your Jeno-escapades that you had forgiven him, that his presence was ever missing from your life. And besides, were many things remained unspoken between the two of you.
Fate definitely was playing games with your heart, since now that you were hoping to see Jeno, you didn’t. Just after he had scrambled up you and your life again, and you were starting to feel happy about it again, he disappeared. Not that it was his fault that you stopped running into him, but every corner you turned you were looking for him, every time the bell at the flower shop rung, signaling a new customer had entered, you hoped it was him, and at every little disturbance at the café you hoped it was Lee Jeno who was pulling you out of your thoughts. Of course, it never was him, always leaving you disappointed, looking for someone who you once loved and were ready to love again. Fate really was cruel.
For Jeno the world was spinning. When Donghyuck had told him that you were at the bar that night, his decision not to go felt like the worst decision anyone had ever made. It felt like missing the jackpot of the lottery by one digit, like bingo, but someone else said it faster. He doubted every decision he made, that didn’t lead him to the bar that night. From what Hyuck had told him, you had left almost immediately after he had arrived, why he didn’t know. But Hyuck had described you as very tipsy so maybe that was the reason why you left? He chuckled at the possibility of experiencing you drunk although he hoped you had gotten home safe that night.
So, Jeno too kept looking for you, everywhere. Although he was not quite as determined to talk to you as you were to talk to him, he longed for your presence in his life and the sunshine it had once brought. He didn’t expect you to be the exact same person as you were in high school (who would be after so many years?), but he was certain that you had only gotten even more perfect over the time you had spent apart, though he wasn’t entirely sure how that would even be possible.
With days filled with the thought of you in addition to his college student responsibilities, the weather had turned warm, and summer was approaching as quickly as ever. Time had gone by much more quickly than usual and Jeno wanted to stop wasting it without you.
-
Cicadas. The sound of summer. Even in the city they played their music day and night. It never really was quiet in your hometown, too many students celebrating too many occasions. There was always someone playing music too loudly from some corner of your neighborhood, so hearing the loud sounds of the cicadas was refreshing. It was like a welcoming greeting whenever you left your apartment in the evening. Minjeong had left to visit her family over the weekend, which for you meant that you had little to no motivation to cook for yourself. Of course, you still had to eat so you decided on stopping by the store just by your apartment building for some instant dinner.
You were happy on days like these; You had been productive enough to treat yourself to something, yet you hadn’t let the day go by without stopping to enjoy the small moments like listening to the cicadas or lingering on the balcony, in the sun for a moment longer than you normally would have. Jeno crossed your mind every now and then, memories resurfacing you hadn’t realized you even remembered. The semester was coming to an end for the first time in a while you weren’t too confused about your feelings, so you were content.
You sat down on a table inside, overlooking the small crossing in front of the store. You had your food in front of you and looking at it, it felt like a reward. After a day of studying for your final exams all you really needed was good food and a cold iced tea to be happy. So, enjoying your food, you watched life pass by outside, focused on the lives of passing people until a hand tapped your shoulder.
Jeno had ventured into the small corner store in hopes of a refreshing drink, as well as some treats for the stray cats that lived nearby. He was about to leave when he had spotted you, happily munching on your food, gaze fixed on the outside world. He was tempted to just let you be, content in being on your own, enjoying your food, but he didn’t know when he’d run into you again, if he’d run into you again, and after all, he really wanted to see you again, maybe even on purpose the next time. So, he took a leap of faith, and tapped your shoulder.
Neither of you had any idea that the other one had been re-falling in love over the past weeks. That each of you had been quietly longing to see the other again, just to finally go up to them and talk. Overwhelmed by memories and what-ifs, regrets and possible do-overs you were anticipating to be reunited by fate once again.
So, when you turned around, and realized it was Jeno who had  tapped your shoulder, your eyes lit up and a smile spread across your face almost instantly, setting free the familiar butterflies in Jeno’s stomach.
“Hi.” You spoke softly, pleasantly surprised (although by now you really shouldn’t be). Your heart was speeding up due to the grin that formed on his lips and the eye-smile that was welcoming you.
He smiled back, ”Hello.”
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