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rosewould · 2 years

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malice; jsc

words; 7.9k (imagine if I didn't split these)

genre; angst

warnings; cheating(?), losing loved ones, mentions of sex in a car

preface; the switch from first person to second/third-ish is intentional. I split this into two parts because the length was just getting ridiculous. I'll be posting the last chapter right after this one!

"Grandpa, can you hear me?" Sungchan whispers before sighing in defeat. It was pointless. The house was eerily quiet. Sungchan was forced to coexist with his dark thoughts. The sound of his peaceful breathing and all the machinery around the room only serving as painful reminders of his grandfather's dwindling condition. What once was a warm and inviting place where Sungchan would plead with his grandfather to tell him bedtime stories was now warped beyond recognition. Looking around his grandfather's room was a visual representation of how those memories have been tarnished. Bulky medical equipment shoved in between his aged furniture sticking out like a sore thumb.

He attempted to blink the tears away, but they managed to slip down his cheeks anyway.

His routine was the same every day, go out and buy coffee and then return to his grandparents' home and stay locked within the walls for the rest of the day. Watching television but not really soaking in any of the information. Peering back at his grandpa and hoping he'd wake up. Any time he thought about the routine it made him dread waking up. So he didn't think about it, just kept on with a blank mind.

"Hot black coffee, right?" Minjeong asks with a smile. Sungchan nods emotionlessly. "I think we go to the same university. I saw you on ___'s instagram." She says as she hands him his drink. He would recognize her anywhere. Also on instagram, he saw her in a photo with another friend. Such kind eyes with a warm smile.

"Yeah, we do. I took a break, though." Sungchan mumbles.

"Ah! So I was right. I could never forget a handsome face." She tries and fails to wink, just ends up blinking. Sungchan chuckles for the first time in ages, a flush spreading across his cheeks at the compliment.

Somehow Minjeong had convinced him to hang out. Forcing him out of the house surrounded by doom and gloom. They were perched under a tree that shaded them from the punishing sun.

"I always wondered why you ordered hot coffee when it was so hot outside." Minjeong peers up from her riceball at Sungchan. She looked so cute with her cheeks full of food. His smile faded when he remembered why. It was freezing cold in that house. His grandfather liked it that way, Sungchan wanted it to be the way he left it when he woke up.

"Eh. I just like it."

It stayed that way, Minjeong trying to break through to Sungchan and him dodging the questions left and right. The two of them were tipsy outside of a convenience store when it slipped.

"Come on! Let's go watch a movie at my house!" Minjeong delivered a limp slap to Sungchan's shoulder.

"I can't, I'm sorry." He slurred, unable to keep his head from drooping.

"Why notttt?" She raises her hand to hit him again but misses. The two of them burst into laughter. "Come onnnn... Just for one night!"

"No..."

"Why?!"

"Because I don't want to miss it if he wakes up," Sungchan says louder than he intended to, suddenly humorless. "If I do I'd never be able to live with myself."

Instead of being scared off by the sudden shift, perhaps it was the liquor, Minjeong slides her chair closer to Sungchan. "Tell me about him."

It took some convincing, but Minjeong persuaded Sungchan to let her come visit. He thought that the sight of him would make her pity Sungchan, quite the contrary.

"Hi Mr. Jung! I'm Minjeong, a friend of Sungchan's. The way he talks about you makes you seem like such a delightful person, so I just had to meet you!" She presses her lips together before kneeling beside his bed. "When you wake up, I'd be thrilled for the three of us to spend time together."

The moment touched Sungchan so deeply, it's a memory he holds close to his heart. Even to this day. From then on, she helped him care for his grandfather. She also urged him to leave the house and feel the sun on his skin. Minjeong coming into his life brought all the vibrance back with it. She was a welcome breath of fresh air.

It had been a couple months since she started helping him, they were cuddled up on the couch. Sungchan's heart was thumping prominently in his chest. With her head so close to it, he was afraid she'd hear how excited he was about the close proximity.

"I feel so comfortable around you, you know?" She whispered, face splashed in the hues omitting from the television.

"I feel the same about you." Sungchan replied, maybe a bit too quickly. As soon as they locked eyes, they were leaning in to press their lips together. He didn't mean for it to go as far as it did, but one thing led to another. If he was in his right mind he would've taken her to his bedroom.

Minjeong was everything to Sungchan. She was the reason he was able to wake up every day and smile. The reason he felt hope for his grandfather. He knew better, though. The doctors explicitly told him that it was looking bleak for old Mr. Jung. So when he got that call, he felt like a fool. His worst nightmare came true. His grandpa didn't make it, and he wasn't there to say goodbye.

He left suddenly, ignoring her when she asked if something was wrong. The look on his face worried her, so she decided to visit his house. Hearing the commotion from outside the door, Minjeong decided it was best to just come inside unwelcomed. When she entered, she was greeted by his grandparents' living room in shambles. Throw pillows busted open and feathers littered all over the place. Glass scattered all over the wooden floors. Furniture flipped over and strewn around haphazardly.

"Sungchan! Stop!" Minjeong rushes over to Sungchan who's reaching for a vase.

"I'm so fucking stupid!" He slams the vase to the floor and it shatters into tiny shards upon impact. He had cried so much that the collar of his shirt was soaked. She tried, again and again, to stop him from wrecking everything but he powered through.

"Why are you doing this?!"

"The nurse said he opened his eyes before he died. And I missed it. Because I was fucking around with you." He spat, pointing his finger in her face. She gasps loudly at the unexpected attack.

"How could you say something like that?" She asks quietly, voice wavering as she covers her mouth.

"Just leave." Sungchan exhales shakily as he stares at Minjeong with a hopeless look in his eyes. Minjeong respected his wishes, still very much wounded by his words. Her excuse was that she was in a vulnerable place. That's why Hyunsuk's words worked so well on her.

"You're not gonna tell me to smile, are you?" Minjeong glares up at Hyunsuk, who is crouching over her. She bought a couple bottles of liquor, prepared to forget, and settled outside that same convenience store. Perhaps the curb wasn't the greatest choice for sitting, but she wasn't in the mood to think.

"Not at all. Why would I need to when you could look this breathtaking without even trying?" His teeth gleam underneath the streetlight, eyes raking over her body.

A piece of her heart wilted away whenever Sungchan said those words. The vacancy was ever-present, constantly reminding her that something went awry. Warning her that she may never be able to fix it. It was stupid, but Hyunsuk knew all the words she needed to hear.

"I've never met someone that made me feel like this-" Hyunsuk grunts next to her ear, thrusting into her from behind. "I can't get enough of you. What are you doing to me?" His whimpers make Minjeong's eyes flutter closed, goosebumps erupting all over her arms. Their moans were muffled inside Hyunsuk's car, but not silent.

Sungchan dropped the convenience store bags in his hands. Minjeong jumps at the sound, peering over her shoulder. The look on her face, maybe it was mortification? Remorse? Dread? Might've been a mixture of all three. One thing was for sure, Sungchan would never be able to stop picturing her getting fucked by his best friend in the backseat of his car.

There was no way it could get worse he thought. He was wrong. He expected Minjeong to rip herself away from Hyunsuk and run into his arms. Explain that it was a mistake. Hell, it wouldn't have even taken a lot for him to forgive her. He had already lost his grandfather, and every second away from her was like being cloaked in darkness. But she didn't. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned away from Sungchan. Turning away from what they spent months building together.

Sungchan spent weeks curled up in his grandfather's bed, using the good memories of her to distract him from all the anguish threatening to snuff out any remaining light. It was still painful, but nothing compared to the thought of her throwing away their bond so easily. Did she ever care? Was she just nice because she pitied him after all? Or were her intentions malicious?

Only someone pure evil could inflict this amount of pain on someone who trusted them. With someone who she knew was a friend of Sungchan's nonetheless. There had to be an ulterior motive. Her just carelessly hurting him like that was somehow a more excruciating conclusion. So he focused on the option that hurt less:

She did it out of malice.

"Did that make it easy? To do what you did to me..." You ask, staring at your ceiling. Maybe you should've been giving him a harder time, but you were exhausted. By the time you left Minjeong's house to find him, there was no fire left. All you could manage to do was weakly slam your fists against his chest. Sobbing for him to tell you it was all a lie.

"How could you do this to me? After everything I was already going through?"

He didn't have it in him to defend himself. The thought of him doing something so wicked to you made him sick. And he had felt that way for a while now.

"For a little while." Sungchan's heart aches when you wince at his response. You deserved the truth, so he continued. "I wanted her to think I didn't care about her either, but something about the way you talked about the situation redirected my anger. Not just you, everyone. He betrayed you, and no one thought it was a big deal." Sungchan wanted to touch or hug you, but he opted not to. Instead, he kept his fingers interlocked across his stomach, clenching his jaw.

"I wanted to stop caring about you so bad. Tried to convince myself that there was a specific reason I cared. That hearing everyone say it wasn't a big deal felt like they were saying it to me. And it did, but I couldn't stop thinking about how you didn't deserve any of this." He shakes his head, still resentful about the situation. "After a while, I didn't even care about Minjeong. Seeing you so broken down while Hyunsuk and his friends were doing just fine boiled my blood. It wasn't right and I became determined to make you see the truth. Pretty soon I started to realize that I felt pain whenever I saw you in pain. I don't know when it stopped being about seeing myself in you." Sungchan sighs as he fails to sort out his thoughts, head thumping against the floor. He closes his eyes.

Not fully understanding, you pull at loose threads on your sleeve. Was all of this out of pity? You were just so pathetic that Sungchan couldn't go through with using you?

"Do... do you like me? Did you ever like me?"

"That night when I kissed you..."

You clench your eyes shut, preparing your heart for its inevitable pummeling. This was what you needed to learn your lesson. The moment someone gives you a little attention, you're fully committed. Ignoring all the red flags and risking your heart for a sprinkle of affection. Maybe this time you'd get it through your thick skull.

"I planned it. I planned to seduce you and take you home with me. I didn't expect you to ask me that question. Why in the world would I think you were psycho? It made my heart sink. By the time I kissed you I had completely forgotten about my plan. After that, it was impossible for me to stay focused."

"So you..."

"Yeah, I think I did like you by that point. I do like you."

Your heads tilt to the side to look at each other. "Every time I saw you, I felt the urge to reach out to you. Hug you, maybe kiss you again. That fucking kiss, it was all I ever thought about. For a moment you stopped blaming yourself and I stopped seeking revenge on Minjeong. All that mattered was you and I, and how we made each other feel. The closer I got, the more I felt I could block out the noise for both of us."

It hurt that his intentions weren't pure the whole time, but it feels better knowing that you weren't alone in using him as a distraction. Leaving everything behind to just feel good even if it's for a short amount of time.

"I guess I used you as well. You were a welcome distraction. Deep down I didn't want to see Hyunsuk, and the thought of that didn't sit well with me. I wasn't ready to accept that we shouldn't be together, so I'd focus on you instead. I did feel bad about it, like I was stringing you along only to ditch you when I had no use for you anymore. Maybe we owe each other an apology."

"I'm sorry." Sungchan says first, almost inaudible as he gazes into your eyes. You look at him then down to his hand reaching for yours. You wrap your pinky around his.

"I'm sorry."

Asking him to leave felt impossible. Like the two of you were chained together and him walking away would rip off a piece of you. It was necessary, though. You both weren't thinking clearly and needed to force yourselves to think on this. Even if it still felt so good in each other's presence. Before he left, he cradled your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours. The closer you got to each other, the more it felt like being inside a force field where no one could harm you. Neither of you could explain it... you just felt safe.

Perhaps that's what compelled you to whisper an airy, "I'll call you, okay?"

It was a lie. As soon as you were thinking straight, you avoided him at all costs. That man was so close to stomping on your already battered heart in pursuit of the woman you hated at the time. You were afraid the action would've changed you for good. For the worst. How could you ever go outside again? So many people were capable of pursuing you with the intent to do something malicious. Anyone could be smiling in your face while readying a blade behind their back.

Yeri: We're coming over, is that okay?

The message made your heart jump. You replied with a please that let them know it was urgent. You weren't sobbing like the day you decided to pull out of the friend group, but it was just as dire, if not more.

"Babe, I'm so sorry this happened to you."

Yeri's eyes carefully took in your detached disposition. They both examine you like you were about to erupt at any second.

"I can't believe this, I'm seriously in shock. You don't deserve to be treated like this." Sana smooths her hand over your back.

It was the similar to what Sungchan said. You don't deserve what happened to you. Yet it still happened. It was like there was a target on your back, or something was written on your forehead.

"Why not?"

Your friends give each other a look. "What do you mean why not?" Yeri asks carefully.

"Sana's the second person to say that to me. People betrayed my trust so easily, and others downplayed it like it wasn't a big deal. Obviously there's something they see that we don't that makes them feel like I deserved it." You blink slowly, mumbling out your thoughts.

Each word confused and shocked both of them. They had never seen you like this before. To say it was scary was an understatement. They had to do something and fast.

"I mean I have no problem with leaving. All they do is complain about the fact that you guys left." Sua shrugs, leaning back in the dining hall chair.

"Okay cool, Wooyoung?" Yeri asks hopefully.

"I was already planning on leaving. I like Chan, but the rest of them showed their true colors." He wraps his fingers around his plastic cup, drumming them against it as a troubled expression twists his features.

"Do you think you can recruit Chan?" Sana gasps when the idea hits her.

"I can try. He's a pretty caring dude, so I think he'll be down." Wooyoung nods with a smile.

"___ and I have some mutual friends. I think I can try and get them on board." Moonbin speaks up.

The five of them exchange proud looks to one another.

You had no clue what Yeri was planning, but she told you she was planning something. She didn't want you to be in the dark which was beyond considerate. Constantly wondering if people are planning behind your back was an inescapable prison.

A few weeks later, you wake up to a letter slid under your door. It was sealed with teal wax. Stamped in the middle was a heart with flower stems intricately laced over each other in the middle. You flip it over to see something clearly from Sana written in teal ink.

"To a Treasured Friend, From... Well you'll have to open to see ;)"

The words on the inside were also handwritten. The letter read as follows:

Dear ___,

Almost four years ago, you started your first day of college. Little did we know that the person who'd bring light to our lives had finally arrived.

Yeri: I thought you looked so shy, but you had a Hello Kitty charm so I had to talk to you.

Sana: I thought you were so cute! I just wanted to squish your cheeks and give you cookies. So I did!!

Many more first impressions filled the page, written on the left, right, and down the middle. So many different styles of handwriting and colors of ink made the page vibrant. The impressions ranged from thinking you were shy to thinking you were a nerd to having a crush on you. Some of them made you gasp, having no clue that your friends saw you this way. It was mildly embarrassing, but you could feel the corners of your mouth quirk upward.

It took a while for us to get where we are now but we wouldn't have it any other way. However, in these four years, we realize we didn't do a good enough job showing you how much of an impact you've had on our lives. Think about it, just being who you are was significant enough to change the course of other people's lives. They take time out to spend time with YOU. They open up, letting themselves be vulnerable to get closer to YOU. Most importantly, they can't imagine a life where YOU don't come along and put a smile on their face.

A tear falls from your eyelash onto the letter. You gasp, dabbing it away with your sweater sleeve only for more to cascade from your eyes. These were words you expected to have no effect on you. No matter how many people come around and try to explain your worth to you, nothing will change until you realize it yourself. But these words showed their sincerity and how much effort they were willing to put in to help you. It was impossible not to be touched, even if self-doubt was pushing its way back to the forefront. All you could think was 'why me?'.

It may take some time for you to internalize our words, but that's something we've got plenty of. It may have taken four years for us to get to where we are now, but we're willing to spend four, five, or even a decade more of our time helping you understand your significance. You deserve to be surrounded by people who love and cherish you, and we know how hard it is to constantly wonder who those people truly are. We want to start over and do it correctly this time.

Let's rewind back to first impressions. Start over so we can do a better job at showing your importance to us!

At the end of the school year, we'll all meet on the last day of the art festival. We want you to choose the people who you think will enrich your life and create a new friend group. One that doesn't make you doubt your self worth.

The letter is signed by everyone who wrote their first impressions. Seeing them altogether made your heart swell. Your finger traces over the many names, smiling when you see Yeri and Sana's at the tail end.

It almost felt like a chore. You already had to focus on finals and your stupid sculpture, and now you had to think about who want to keep in your life. However, it was hard to ignore how empowered it made you feel. The pressure wasn't on you anymore.

Except when you worked on your group project. One person probably blames you for most of his friends leaving the friend group. One you almost assaulted, and who's friend you did assault. And lastly, Sungchan...

You sneakily try and glance at him for the thirtieth time that day and notice he's doing the same. He quickly looks away, jaw tight as he looks at the paper in front of him. You didn't contact him like you said you would, and he took that as a request for space. All he wanted was to make sure you were doing well. And to kiss you... a lot. You were clouding up his brain. Being in close proximity to you without being able to touch or talk to you drove him mad.

Yuto clears his throat. "That's all the time we have today. The research looks okay, but we're pretty behind. There's been a lot happening behind the scenes so I understand. We need to get moving, though. If we slack anymore we won't get done in time." Yuto punctuates his words with a nod. You all agree audibly or by nodding back at him.

"I don't know how else to say this, but you and Minjeong need to learn to work together, or else it'll take the rest of us down." Yuto says to you sternly before packing his things up. The sound of everyone collecting their things echoed in the empty lecture hall. You sigh, clenching your eyes shut. Regardless of what was going on, you should've at least tried to work with the girl. Now you were risking other people's grades.

"Give her a break she was going through some things. We'll get it done. Even if it means you and I have to help with the research." Sungchan spoke with a mellow tone, packing his things up as well. Yuto knits his brows together and opened his mouth to speak but Minjeong speaks first.

"I agree. She shouldn't have been forced to work with me in the first place." It was the most confident you'd seen her in months. There wasn't a hint of insecurity in her voice. Your eyes meet hers and she smiles. "How about we stay a bit longer and see what we can get done?"

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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.

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"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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httpisaoki · 2 months

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urs ft. kim minjeong

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.

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

masterlist.

#aoki's works #aespa x reader #kim minjeong x reader #winter x reader #kpop x reader #angst

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rinasangel · 5 months

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“What is this feeling?” Kim Minjeong

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

“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.

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.

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.”

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.

#aespa smut #kim minjeong smut #winter smut #aespa winter smut #kpop smut #aespa fanfic #aespa fluff #aespa angst

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wendzyy · 19 days

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HEAD OVER HEELS

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

#aespa #kpop angst #kpop fluff #kpop smau #kim minjeong #aespa minjeong #minjeong x reader #aespa winter

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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

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.

#aespa #aespa imagine #aespa imagines #aespa oneshot #aespa x reader #kpop angst #aespa winter #winter x reader #kim minjeong

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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.

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

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

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.

#aespa #aespa x reader #kpop #kpop x reader #winter #winter x reader #minjeong x reader #kim minjeong #ningning #giselle #aespa imagines #kpop imagines #angst

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kyuusberry · 3 months

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you | aespa winter - oneshot

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

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.

#aespa #winter #kim minjeong #minjeong #kpop #kpop gg #kpop oneshots #oneshot #angst #kyuusberry

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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.

𓇼

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.

𓇼

“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.

𓇼

“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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httpisaoki · 3 months

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CHROME HEARTS — aespa

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 :< 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 !

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)

( CLOSED ! . . . )

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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

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 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼�� 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 𝗏𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 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 ��𝗈𝗎 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.

𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆: [ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖾 <𝟥 ] :( 𝗒/𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍: 𝟪:𝟣𝟣 𝖺𝗆

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 𝗒𝗈�� 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 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 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 𝗒𝗈�� 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 𝗁𝖾𝗋 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 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾�� 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 𝗍𝗐𝗈 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, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 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)

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