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i swear nothing’s hotter than a guy who’s protective over you 

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fanta - donghyun (ab6ix)

genre: musicmajor!donghyun, suggestive word count: 2.3k synopsis: left at the clubhouse without a drive home? no problem. kim donghyun’s here with you! lower case intended.

disclaimer! makeout scene, mentions of mature themes.

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maybe getting wasted would’ve been a better idea tonight.

in truth, you would’ve been more comfortable spending your first night on spring break in your room, eating or sleeping - this party was never really to your interest. it was only until your roommate, lee chaeyeon, insisted on going because she wanted to see “someone”. knowing that both of you lived quite a far distance from the venue, she could use a drive home just in case, because there was no way she would stay sober until the end of the night.

that’s where you came in.

you couldn’t really complain; you’d put yourself in this situation, and you’re sure chaeyeon would’ve had other friends to drive her home if you didn’t want to. still, sitting on the same chairs and walking around the same rooms for four hours definitely wasn’t the most fun. you’ve tried dancing, but the music and sweaty crowd didn’t sit too well with you. you’ve tried talking to groups of people, scattered around the place, but they all eventually came back to the dance floor, and that’s when you lost interest.

so you just took your place at the bar and stayed there with a glass of iced tea by your side.

over time, however, you saw the crowd die down a little bit. at about two in the morning, you began to see some people going home, arguing about going home, or hooking up, signalling the start of the end of the night. people started to mass-exit the venue at about three, and by three-ten, you hoped chaeyeon would’ve come up to you by now to go home.

there were only three people left in your sight; two asleep, and one coming down the stairs, groaning. he looked like a student himself, except a little taller and cuter than a few of the boys you’ve seen around. he looked tired, but it seemed like he wasn’t about to black out or throw up anytime soon. in other words, he seemed sober. he was wearing a loose white button-up shirt, its sleeves folded up to his elbows, coupled with a simple pair of jeans.

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wicked games ☆ two

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☆a/n: wow this took so long to write (mostly due to procrastination and my writing break) but i finally finished writing it!! please let me know your thoughts, feelings and reactions in my ask or the notes :) also, thanks to @adorex1​ for always being willing to be my beta reader and helping me with any writing problems i have!

to say that you were annoyed was an understatement, but there was a small logical part of you that reminded you that your boss wouldn’t have pulled you out of a mission unless it was important. as seungwoo drove the both of you back to headquarters, you picked at your nails, thinking about the mission. more than anything, you felt bad towards your informant. he had risked his career to get you into the building, and here you were, pulling out your team with nothing more than a “sorry, we’ll get back to you soon”. once they find out that your team had infiltrated their server room, they will increase their security, making it harder for you to go in the same way you did this time. and if your informant gets caught, your mission could become a mission impossible.

“what do you think the boss called us back for?” you asked, not knowing what to think.

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i want you, to be my greatest weakness.

i want to be fearful of a world without you in it, but also strong enough to be worth sharing it with you. i want to love catastrophically, feel the pain and sadness that goes hand in hand with every great love story, and every bright radiant ray of happiness. i want to be understood and seen, but not just by anyone, by you. i want someone to make the darkness seem not so scary on the bad days, and someone who makes the bright days brighter.

i want it to be you. i do. sincerely.

but i’m scared. i’m scared if it’s you. i’m scared of loving dangerously, scared of all the things i want and feel and hope and dream for. i’m scared that today may be my last day, or that one day i won’t wake up from the darkness of my slumber and succumb to whatever darker ideas reside inside me.

so it can’t be you. it has to be me.

but me, it’s a lonely concept. it’s a solitary shadow against the sidewalk as i walk back during twilight. but that single shadow is not worth anyone’s time or love, it’s just a shadow, it isn’t a person, much less human much less anything but a trick of the light. but even then the light cruelly shines everywhere but within it, for a shadow is the antithesis of the light.

i wanted you, to be my greatest weakness.

but i see now that i myself, was only ever my own greatest weakness in the end.

[tavasong]

Our Dance (P. Woojin)

Genre: angst, (mini) scenario, dancer!reader

Summary: Sometimes, there are dances that just can’t be done alone, no matter how hard Woojin tries to re-choreograph it on his own.

A/N: My first AB6IX writing! Inspired by their B-side “Dance For Two”, I wanted to write this since last week xD. It’s told from Woojin’s perspective.

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Woojin stares intently at the mirror, his gaze burning even as his pupils shake. The music blatsting through his earbuds nearly deafens him, but it still doesn’t seem loud enough to drown out the painful throbbing in his heart. His feet move swiftly to the rhythm, his arms snapping out and emphasising the motions.

But it’s not enough. As the music rolls into the drop, Woojin stumbles, his feet catching on one another and tripping him up. He falls as if in slow motion, the sinking feeling all too familiar before he hits the practice room floor with an ungraceful thud. Growling, he rolls onto his hands and knees, his constricting chest heaving for breath as frustration wells up within him. He messed up again.

With a muffled shout, Woojin slams the palm of his hand against the floor, then hisses in pain at the fierce stinging sensation it brings. Panting slightly, he pushes himself to his feet once more, staring with cold, hollow eyes into the mirror, before restarting the song.

“One, two, and three and four,” he whispers to himself, chanting it like a mantra as he goes over the dance again, as if it were a military drill. The drop approaches again, and he moves into position – and stumbles yet again, swearing, as his feet collide with one another. His body no longer seems to follow his commands as he tries to dance alone; it feels foreign without you, your comforting warmth twirling around him. The hole you’ve left in his heart is carrying over into his dance, your dance.

It was our dance, Woojin thinks to himself, the words triggering a wave of aching, hollow anger and regret. The dance, choreographed by the two of you in his spare time away from the group, had been tailor-made for the both of you; it was Woojin’s pride and joy, the height of his skills as both a choreographer and dancer, as well as yours. But now, without you, it’s as if everything is falling apart. Without you spinning around him, the powerful yet elegant movement of your limbs, the warmth of your body by his… Without all of it, it’s as if he’s had a leg cut off. The dance is no longer the dance, but instead, a messy flailing of limbs. All because of you… or rather, the absence of you.

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, Woojin can see you in his mind – your smile, the glittering of your eyes, the curve of your lips. He can feel your hand in his, your head on his shoulder, your warm breath on his face as the two of you danced like you both wore the cursed red shoes of Anderson’s fairytale. Your laughter rings in his ears, the sound of your voice as you called his name, the sound of your crying as your favorite character in a show was killed off.

Opening his eyes again, Woojin can see you with aching, crystal clarity in the mirror, smiling at him. Waiting for the dance to begin. But when he turns to see, you aren’t there – the practice room is just as empty as it’s been for the past several hours, the only occupant being Woojin himself. Looking back in the mirror, he catches another glimpse of you, before the image melts completely away, gone before he can blink.

Pained, Woojin turns away from the mirror, distractedly checking the time on his phone.

2:17 AM.

The brightly glowing numbers mock him, daring him to sleep while memories of you linger in his mind.

Knowing that sleep will never come, and too heartsick to attempt the failing dance anymore, Woojin slowly lowers himself to the floor, hoping to numb his mind with his phone for a while. He scrolls through his emails, his social medias, through YouTube, and even the fan café in an attempt to distract himself from you.

Then, he sees it – an Instagram post from you, containing a short clip of your dance.

With another man as your partner.

Woojin thinks he recognizes him – he’s seen photos of the guy on the website of the dance school you attend, noticed him in the group photos you’d post from dance class. But he’s still a stranger to him, unknown even in name. And that only makes matters all the worse.

You taught your dance, yours and Woojin’s own collaboration, creation, to a stranger?

A spear of ice seems to be lodged in his heart as Woojin watches the video again in disbelief. Hurt, bitterness, regret, sorrow – it all seems to crash down onto him, and before he even knows what he’s doing, he finds himself hitting send on a message to you.

Woojin: Since when is our dance done with strangers?

Immediately, he regrets sending it, fearful of what you may say – if you even reply at all. It is, after all, some hours past midnight.

To his surprise though, you respond quickly, as if you’re awake, too. However, the message is less than comforting, and it breaks Woojin a thousand times over again.

Y/N: Since you became one yourself.

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[𝟭:𝟭𝟮𝗮𝗺] 

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳?”

𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

“𝘏𝘮𝘮… 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴.

𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦, 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

“𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳… 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥…” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵.”

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺.

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴. 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳.

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

“𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘺.” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

“𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴!” 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

“𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, “𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶…”

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?”

“𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯!” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥.

“𝘠𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.”

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰.”

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.

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☁️ 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ☁️

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AB6IX || IMAGINE

meeting them for the first time…

♡ DAEHWI ♡

you’d meet him in a movie theater during a horror movie you decided to watch. he’d be sitting right next to you and shivering while constantly covering his eyes. during a particularly scary scene he’d unknowingly grab your arm and hide his face behind it. after realizing what he did he wouldn’t stop apologizing and would be grateful that because of the darkness you can’t see his flushed cheeks. however during the next scary scene you’d offer him your hand which he wouldn’t let go of for the rest of the movie and all the way out of the movie theater.

♡ WOOJIN ♡

you’d meet him while jogging around the city. you’d both have your earphones in and would bump into each other while taking a turn on the sidewalk. after realizing the situation he’d get up first and, slightly flustered, reach out to help you get back on your feet. having made sure you were alright he’d insist you two should grab coffee together since it must’ve been destined to happen.

♡ DONGHYUN ♡

you’d meet him during your shift at a local restaurant. you’d be taking an order from an elderly couple when he’d enter, completely soaked as it recently started raining. ashamed of his state he’d turn around to go back out but you’d stop him telling him to stay and warm up. you’d bring him a blanket from your car and tell him to order something warm to drink and eat. afterwards he’d be so grateful he’d insist on making it up to you by taking you out on a date as soon as possible.

♡ WOONG ♡

you’d meet him on a long train ride you’d take to visit your parents. having bought a ticket for a one person compartment you’d be very surprised to see someone already sitting there. after a brief conversation you two would agree that there must’ve been a mistake but would decide not to report it and just share the compartment. throughout the ride you’d end up constantly looking at each other and not being able to stop getting shy when catching the other person. after about half an hour your gazes would suddenly meet and you’d both start talking at the same time. you’d find out that he’s the absolute cutest person you ever met and your trip has never felt so short before. luckily he’d ask for your number.

♡ YOUNGMIN ♡

you’d meet him while studying in a library near your apartment. he’d come to relax and read a book but would notice that the book he wanted to read was laying on your table ready to be taken home by you. being the shy alpaca he is, it would take him a while to approach you but he wouldn’t regret doing it when instead of you studying and him reading the book you’d end up talking for hours and eventually leaving the library to grab dinner together.

like if you want me to turn this into a series and write “your first date with them” next

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a/n: this series of text posts will be more like a personal journal of sorts ! for me to vent and write about how i’m feeling,,, it’ll be tagged as ‘not x1′ and ‘not ab6ix’ so blacklist those tags if you don’t want to hear some of my personal writings ! and some might be a bit depressing so i’ll tag that as a warning as well

“today, i am floating” that’s what she tells me and i consider it,,, yes i am floating,,, but it’s a bit more than that,,, i feel like i’m standing on a plank of wood adrift at sea, and not realizing how dire my situation is.  i feel that sometimes, because my head is above the water that i’m fine, and happy, and living the best that i can... but sometimes the plank flips on me... sometimes the plank shatters into a billion pieces right from under me, and try as i may i can’t grasp at any of the pieces, i can’t grasp anything... to keep me afloat

how foolish was i to think that a weak and flimsy piece of wood could keep me dry and alive... it had me convinced it could at some point, but that plank of wood was never a boat, it was never something stable and sturdy... as i sink deeper into the depths of this endless sea, waves crashing above my head, suffocating me, preventing me from reaching air, it pushes me further below... and i just let it, what’s the point of fighting,,, i feel helpless and somehow resolved at the same time

before magically another small piece of wood drifts up from below, floating, carrying me with it back to the surface, back to the light, back to the air, to the sun, to the breeze

and as i cling to this new piece of wood, i let it convince me all over again, like a fool, that this time it can support my weight until we reach land... i let it convince me that this time i can really stand on it without it shattering beneath me, that it can withstand any storm and carry me forever... and i become convinced, reassured even and i trust it...

until it too, breaks into pieces and i sink again, doomed to repeat this cursed cycle

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when u get this u have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ☺️😙 love you

“when u get this u have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) - x1musings 😁😁😁”

aww thank you anon T-T and thank you too nei ! ❤️❤️❤️ this is a lot harder than i expected huh,,,

my gifs ! i gif for some of my other blogs and after a lot of frustration, i think i’m pretty ok at coloring and sharpening gifs ^^ 

my room (? LOL) i think i decorated it really aesthetically ! so it’s cute :D 

can i say my love for kim wooseok,,, hmmm 

my friends ! i’m very lucky to have them 

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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[𝟭:𝟭𝟮𝗮𝗺] 

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳?”

𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

“𝘏𝘮𝘮... 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴.

𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦, 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

“𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳... 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥...” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵.”

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺.

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴. 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳.

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

“𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘺.” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

“𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴!” 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

“𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, “𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶...”

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?”

“𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯!” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥.

“𝘠𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.”

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰.”

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☁️ 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ☁️

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sugar-cookys replied to 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓂𝓎 // 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 3: 

“Noooo 😭😭😭 I was getting so happy that they were getting somewhere and that things were becoming mutual but he had to go and do that 😢 oh well, I guess we need to wait for them some more lol (the angst level in this was high and I love it ❤️❤️)”

Thank you for reading it and liking it ! ^^ Yea,,, he’s scared of getting hurt again which is why he pushes reader away U.U guess we’ll have to see what the both of them do now T-T

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No Mercy | Chap VII

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6.

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-> pairing | Seungyoun x reader, Seungwoo x reader (neither confirmed)

-> word c: 3k+

-> genre: mafia au, fluff, angst, (possible) smut

-> summary: Dating a mafia boss is hard. But it’s harder when the mafia boss is a powerful, possessive drug lord, who likes to keep track on your every little move. Caught in a cat and mouse game with his enforcer for two weeks, you must bear through his severe scrutiny, because one wrong move could mean a bullet to your head.

-> Warnings: mentions of drugs and swearing

Loosely inspired by © A bittersweet Life

The decision to get out of Seungyoun’s car was easy. But every decision you made after that was hard. Like debating whether to call a cab or just walk two blocks over to your dance class or to just miss it altogether.

 One of the hard decisions was calling Seungwoo and venting out your fury at him.

“Why do you do this to me?”

Seungwoo had been agitated, unable to find the correct context to build his response. He always hated when he didn’t understand things. 

“Why, when I’ve finally found it in myself to heal, do you ruin things?”

At this Seungwoo had sighed, barely showing any emotions as he replied, “I’ll talk later.”

“But I won’t.”

You were being accurate enough. You weren’t going to talk to him for a long time after the call, thus you wanted to utilise the short time as best you could to lay yourself bare.

“I barely have any friends, Seungwoo. I barely talk to people, I have to look out for a thousand eyes following me when I go out. And yet, when I’ve finally confided into this environment, when I’ve found a friend, a good friend, you’re desperately trying to take it away?”

“What do you call this Seungwoo? Jealousy? Possessiveness? But over what? I’m not yours. Hell, you don’t even love me. At least not in the way a person ought to be loved.”

It was true. Where your affection for Seungwoo was like the forever rising tide, Seungwoo’s affection was like the wind. It was there, with its transparency and hollowness, but you could barely feel it. 

“Seungyoun is a good person. Don’t taint him for my sake. Please.”

A good person. That reminded Seungwoo of something he said to you long ago.

‘There are no good people, just the right circumstances.’

And he wanted to say that now, but his belief that you lacked the brainpower to comprehend his words pivoted him away from his voice.

So, before you could call him out again, the line had dropped, and a guttural scream of utter contempt and fury was heard through the small cluster of buildings around you. 

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𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓂𝓎 // 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 3

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵! 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘪 𝘛-𝘛 @x1musings​ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴, 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘬!

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 / 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.1𝘬+

➵ 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 3

𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴.

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☁️: pspspspspspspsps please send in asks about the latest flower academy part i’d love to hear what everyone thinks of it 🥺✨

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𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓂𝓎 // 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 3

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵! 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘪 𝘛-𝘛 @x1musings​ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴, 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘬!

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 / 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.1𝘬+

➵ 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 3

𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴.

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭...

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦...

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.

“𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥... 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬!” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦-”

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮... 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴.

“𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥...” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺? 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺...” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, “𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵- 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘬?” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.

𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱. 𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱.

𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 (𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴), 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘶𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬-𝘵𝘰-𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.  

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬.

𝘚𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮... 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨.  

𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴... 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥... 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶...

𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

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𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦.

𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧...

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘪.

“𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?” 𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥, “𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘰𝘬...”

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮?”

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵-” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, “𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.”

“𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵...”

“... 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵...” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, “𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘪, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰!”

“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘥! 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶!” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺. 𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺.

“𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺!” 𝘈 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴.

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶!” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘱.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦.

“𝘏𝘪! 𝘐𝘴 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯?”

“𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘠/𝘯... 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.

“𝘈𝘩𝘩 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶!”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

“𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬!” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.

“𝘐 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵! 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦-” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

“𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶-”

“𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳?” 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦.

“𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵? 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵-”

“𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵...” 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬’𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱... 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤.

“𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵?”

“𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱. 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘣, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵.

“𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦... 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵... 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮.

“𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬-”

“𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘠/𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

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𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 || 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 || 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 1 || 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 2 || 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 4 ||  𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 5

☁️ 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ☁️

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there is a DIFFERENCE between two characters who just hate each others guts and are abusive and bad for each other and two characters who are RIVALS and are LOCKED in BATTLE but have a DEEP SEATED RESPECT FOR EACH OTHER and MIXED FEELINGS and perhaps even some FONDNESS? some TENDERNESS?

[x1musings]

wicked games ☆ one

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“y/n, are you in position?”

you could barely hear seungwoo’s voice over the hustle and bustle of the café you were standing in. as you stared at the office workers and university students around you, you thanked your lucky stars that you weren’t like them. it was a regular monday morning and most of the patrons looked just about ready to die. you couldn’t help but listen to their constant complaints about everything from their never-ending workload and annoying bosses or lecturers to their less than stellar personal lives, all while chugging coffee like it was water. if zombies were real, you figured they would look quite similar to the people around you.

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