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[taegikookficrec]

I don't know if you still are posting, I will ask any way. Can you give recommendations stories you sre reading?

These are the fic I have recently read;

Stop copying me!

Dinner and a show

Blank Consolation

Barbie Dreams

if that's what you like

[derireo-galge]

Royal Service | 4k | yoongicest✍🏼

Yoongi was only going to meet up with someone, taking advantage of the temporarily closed palace but didn't expect to end up kneeling for the king, who, though obviously older, looked exactly like him.

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He has always thought that the night time is his time of the day. Ever since he could remember himself.

And it had almost nothing to do with him being the notorious leader of a certain organization, rather with his biological rhythm, with how he felt more active and energized once the sun has set.

He was a man of certain habits and wasn't going to change them anytime soon. Hence why he arranged a midnight meeting in the middle of a sleeping city.

The palace stood before his eyes, just as royal, just as grand as in the light of the day. Usually open for local visitors and tourists, it was now closed for reconstruction, making it a perfect place to meet up undetected.

One of his many personal informants was supposed to meet him there. Yoongi checked the data sent through a safe channel and locked his phone, hiding it in his jacket pocket

It was almost time but seemed like there was noone around. Well, it happened sometimes, no big deal.

Still deciding to check the palace just in case, he moved from a room to a room, staying alert, yet still marveling at the beautiful decor and old paintings, touched with a hand of time. Where was he when this building saw its best days? Was he a commoner or was he one of the royals?

Yoongi definitely wasn't a young soul. And a thorough look into his family history hinted on his ancestor being one of the royals, but truly, it was hard to believe. So many years has passed, who knows what exactly was there now?

He entered one of what he assumed was private wing bedrooms. It was spacious and had luxurious furniture for that time. A plate next to the entrance stated it was the king's quarters and Yoongi smirked to himself.

Nowadays Agust D was the king of Seoul.

Should he build himself a palace? It wouldn't make much difference, for everyone in this area knew where their headquarters were.

While he was walking around the room something caught his attention. A tall wardrobe with an intricate pattern that ran trough the wood panels of it.

Oh, he loved furniture. He definitely should have one of those. He touched it with his fingertips and wondered: how was this made?

Yoongi opened the double doors that barely creaked, showing the piece was in good condition, or at least well kept. He followed where that pattern was going with his eyes.

It was too dark to see so he stepped inside, letting go of the both doors. He almost jumped into the air when they closed behind him and he hurried to open them again. He didn't fancy being trapped in there.

He didn't manage to do it right away, maybe because the mechanism was still old, and with a third push he all but fell out of it, landing on his hands and knees with a grunt. To his surprise, he felt a soft carpet under his fingers that wasn't there before.

The second thing he noticed was light. Soft, casting the corners in shadows. The dark, almost empty room that he was strolling just a couple of minutes ago was now lit up. Even though it was a soft kind of lighting it was still a big contrast for his eyes. He needed some time to adjust.

The third thing he noticed when his eyes stopped hurting and opened properly was a glint of a sword, aimed towards his neck. He looked up and saw a figure before him, holding the dangerous steel, dressed in the dark fabrics that flowed from the air coming off the open window.

- Name the one who sent you and your ending will be swift.

What the fuck, he knew that voice. But for that moment it rendered him speechless.

The sword raised a little, making him tilt his face up and look at the man who had him at the end of his deadly weapon. But maybe it would have been the best to not know, because it was his own spitting image that was frowning at him.

- Huh, - he uttered, still keeping the blade aimed at his neck, - Interesting.

To Yoongi it was clear the person before him was a kind of a royalty. With his, Agust's, face. Was he the king?

- Where am I? - he asked in a faint voice.

The man in flowy traditional attire smirked dangerously, showing his little teeth. Gods, he himself looked exactly like that when he did it.

- At His Magesty's King Min's private quarters. And you're still alive just because I'm curious now. Where did you think you were? If not inside my clothing space?

Yoongi audibly gulped through the lump in his throat. He was now more surprised than scared.

- At the royal palace. But it's more like a museum now.

- A museum now, - the king, obviously it was him, moved the blade and touched an array of silver hoops in Yoongi's ear, making them emit soft metal clinking.

- It all looked empty just five minutes ago. And nobody sent me. I used that place for noone goes there at night. It's a tourist attraction.

Just as he said those words he had a pinch of regret. Maybe he should have worded it better. But Min didn't seem to be phased by that.

- I have faced witchery before, - he mumbled as if to himself, - So this does not amaze me as much as it could have.

Should it somehow made Yoongi feel better? He didn't know. He didn't even think.

King Min went to pick up a chair that stood close to his enormous bed and pushed it towards the kneeling man. And then he moved the tip of his sword again, in a gesture that was hard to misinterpret.

Yoongi raised slowly, not to anger the person with a weapon, and sat on the simple looking chair. Any ounce of fear he might have had was now replaced with adrenaline. His hands started to shake.

- Nevertheless, - the king continued, - You have broken into my chambers. So you will sit there prettily and wait until I get back.

Yoongi almost growled when he saw the man so identical to him getting some ropes from the bedside drawer. He surprisingly carefully bound his new captive and then checked if it was a tight enough hold.

It was reminding him too much of all the instances where he has been tied up to the somilar chairs. Multiple times. Mostly, they ended up with fun, especially if it was Kitty who did it.

But unfortunately, Kitty wasn't here. There was noone for a while and then king Min returned with another person in tow. And holy shit if that person didn't look like his long time friend and a brilliant advisor Hobi.

- Ah, your Majesty! Nothing to worry about! - he exclaimed, seeing the sight before his eyes.

Yoongi didn't really want to listen to all the scientific nonsense, he was never very good with all of that but he was knowledgeable enough to understand, this shit happened here before and he will soon be going back home.

That there had been such instances before and the two men from joseon era nonchalantly talk about time portals like they were discussing breakfast menu. As far as Agust knew, it was an unknown fact even in modern times.

What a fucking quest.

- So you'll be gone by the morning, - the king said, coming closer to the bound man, who he was now one on one, - That's good news.

- Believe me, - he grunted, - I'm thrilled about that too.

And then the royal's face changed. It lit up with a smile so sweet, it was almost bizarre to see it on his "own" face. It's like he lost a decade and seemed more youthful, closer to what Yoongi himself was.

- Let's get to know each other then, soon as you're not here to assassinate me.

He sat on the bed, crossing his legs and setting his elbow on one of them. He was supporting his face in his palm and his long blond hair fell forward like a silver-golden waterfall.

Agust wanted to laugh at the irony. Because that would be the kind of job his team would actually take.

- My name is not important. But everyone knows me as Agust D. Twenty-eight, Pisces, enjoy classical music. Happy? - he spat out, looking like am angry kitten.

- Sassy. - the king rubbed at his chin, - I like that. I know exactly what to do to you.

He stood up and unsheathed his sword again, pointing at the younger man. Yoongi didn't even blink and all the ropes around his torso loosened, falling down his body, having been precisely cut by one swing of the blade.

- I'm quite curious to see such a younger version of me, who I can do whatever I want with and have no consequences. That's, if you don't deny your king. Hmm?

Min put the weapon away and leaned back on his arms, motioning "come here" with his finger for the other man.

Agust wasn't going to deny neither him, nor himself. He moved to brush the cut ropes off his body but was unable to move his hands. His wrists were still tightly bound and were starting to get numb.

- I can't- can't move my hands, - he uttered in a hoarse kind of voice.

- You only need your knees to get closer to the king, - the man on the bed drawled in his deep voice and Yoongi didn't think twice.

He got on his knees and crawled towards the other slowly. His mind was already getting hazy and he blamed Kitty for that, who methodically made his body learn to respond to certain submissive actions.

When Yoongi got close to the king, the older man parted his thighs, spreading his knees as wide as he could. He looked truly majestic and the younger didn't feel out of place kneeling before him.

- You have such a pretty face, - he complimented, making Yoongi blush, - I wonder if you know what I'm about to do with it?

That's where he finally realized where all this was going. He himself was hard and didn't get phased by the sight that was awaiting for him between Min's legs. The black shiny material was tenting and he rubbed his bulge, pulling on the strings of his pants.

He pulled his cock out and moved closer to the edge, touching Yoongi's cheek with the hard tip, tapping on the pink mouth that the younger opened out of habit.

- Want to fuck that doll face. Paint it with my cum. What do you think, pretty thing?

Yoongi took a sharp breath and almost coughed from how sudden it was. He didn't expect to hear anything so explicit out of the mouth of the calm and collected person that captivated him literally and maybe metaphorically too.

- And it doesn't bother you that I look so much like you? - he asked with suspicion.

- Oh, - the king leaned in, still fisting his cock, - That's actually what makes it even more entertaining.

Yoongi wanted to laugh. But he also wanted to have this experience. And noone had to know. Right?

- Feed me then, - he sassed and received an intense gaze from the elder, full of lust and fire.

Min guided his length between the parted lips and thrusted in one motion. It was warm and wet and he glided in and out slowly, gradually increasing his pace.

Lewd sounds filled the room and the king grabbed the younger's hair for leverage. He pulled on the dark strands, tugging the man onto his shaft repeatedly, doing exactly was was proposed. He fed all of his length to the younger tho, in turn, gladly took every inch.

Yoongi silently took everything he was given. He relaxed into the grasp on his hair and opened his mouth wide, feeling the cockhead penetrating his throat again and again. He watched the older man from under his eyelashes and admired how he moved his body, looking so ethereal in the soft lights of the chamber.

He almost missed the moment he pulled out and fisted his cock fast, soon releasing white ropes of come onto his face. Yoongi stuck his tongue out to get whatever he could inside and licked whatever he could reach with his tongue.

Min leaned in and helped him clean the come with his own mouth before ever so softly kissing him. The feeling of warm lips on his was surreal, the gentle moves contrasting with how harsh his face was fucked just a minute ago. His hand ran through his hair, ruffling it even more.

Then Agust was prompted to raise from his knees and his legs trembled from being in his position for so long. He tried to stay as upright as he could while the man released his wrists and rubbed at them with his long cold fingers, soothing the reddened marks.

- Come here, little one. You did so well for your king. Now it's my turn to serve you.

- I'm not little, - Yoongi grumbled, hearing the endearment but nevertheless pleased with the way he was treated, - But... I can't wait to see what the king is capable of.

He was coaxed to lay on top of the elder, who freely spread in the middle of the bed. Slowly, piece after piece he was rid of his clothes, so unfitting for the royal chambers. Min squeezed every curve of the younger's naked body, kneaded his buff pecs and biceps, pinched the pert nipples and twisted them, circled his sinched waist tenderly.

Yoongi practically melted in the strong arms of the king. His touches, his embrace felt so secure, powerful, even though the moves were now careful and slow. Soon he was straddling the half naked man, being completely bare himself with no ounce of shame.

He leaned back, watching the intricate patterns running through the ceiling and pushing onto the muscular thighs behind him with both his palms. He grinded on the thick shaft that was coming back to life underneath him, feeling its hardness against his balls. Long calloused fingers wrapped around his own girth and there were slick sounds of oil that the king lathered his cock with.

Softly, swiftly, the palms twisted on every upstroke, making Yoongi moan deeply and thrust into the welcoming grip with more and more fervor.

- Look what a cute birdie the witchery brought here, - Min murmured, - It's singing so so beautifully for me.

Agust moaned louder as he came, splashing his come all over the both of them. He then was carefully lowered onto the cool silky sheets and they felt amazing against his sweaty back.

The older man gathered whatever landed on his abdomen and belly and then mixed it with more scented oil. He lathered it all along Yoongi's entrance and prodded at it, holding both of his dainty ankles high in the air with a strong grip of his other hand.

Yoongi pawed at the sheets helplessly as his sensitive hole was prodded and thrusted into with two slicked up fingers. They would pull out slowly, circle around the rim and thrust inside fast and deep, again and again, curling just right to graze the sensitive prostate.

The grinds became more and more insistent and Yoongi grabbed the lapels of the royal gown, getting to wrap his fingers around the wrist of the hand that was literally fucking him.

- I'm- if you don't stop - please, I'm close, - he whined, crying out at every jab to his gland that was punching air out of his lungs.

- Isn't that the point though, birdie? - the king crooned and continued his movements until the younger man exploded with climax, dribbling cum on his tummy where his hard cock rested.

- Please? - Agust asked again, taking a hold of his own legs and bending them at the knees.

He hooked his arms under them and spread before the king with his face absolutely burning with shame and excitement. He was presenting for the man like he thrived to do this, pliant, ready for taking in any way the figure in power wanted.

- You want me to take you? Even after you already came twice? - Min chuckled, taking more oil and sticking up his cock, - You're such a greedy little one. But I should be hospitable to my unexpected guest. Are you ready? Yoongi-yah?

Yoongi could only nod as the sound of blood pulsing in his ears got louder. He felt both spent and aroused, wanting to be filled to the brim and fucked into that mattress. The older had similar size to him and the thought of his cock inside was making him shiver, making fire ignite in his insides.

- Spreading so well for me, - the other commented, - Keep your legs like that. Feel them while you still can.

With that kind of warning he rubbed his cockhead over the puffy ring of muscles and pushed inside, filling Yoongi's hole to what seemed like the limit, with no more space left. He nestled inside so easily like he was always supposed to be there, plugging the younger man with himself tightly.

The moment he started moving Agust cried out wantonly, loud. It was a feeling like he was being split into two but it was very welcome, painless, fulfilling. Long blond hair cascaded onto his chest and he let the strands run in between his fingers, spreading the scent of sandalwood and something floral.

- Do you like it? Wanna pull on them? - he smirked seeing Yoongi's affirmative nods, - Maybe I'll let you after I'm done with you.

The younger scrambled to hold on to anything he could reach as the king increased his pace, pounding into him with all his might. Skin slapped on skin and that sound rang loudly in his ears.

He felt himself being on the brink of his orgasm, overstimulated and wired to every touch to his body when Min stilled deep inside him and came, shallowly thrusting a dozen more times. Yoongi felt hot come filling his hole and whined as he didn't get to finish. His hand went to his cock but was slapped away right then.

- Not yet, pretty thing, behave, - the king's tone was firmer, - It's now my turn to try you out.

The younger man attempted to gather his chaotic thoughts and when he finally came to his senses and realized what exactly he had just been offered, he sat up with a grunt and pushed Min on his shoulders.

The other easily lowered himself on the sheets, spreading his hair in golden waves and passed Agust a bottle with oil. Yoongi took some of those strands, tugging at the mix of silver and gold locks teasingly.

- Have you done this before? - he asked quietly and for the first time throughout the night he saw the king's face adorned with a rosy blush.

- Well, - he shrugged his elegant shoulders, watching intently as Yoongi poured the scented liquid and parted his legs to fit between them, - There's this dancer.

- A dancer? - Yoongi raised his eyebrow in question.

- The one that I'm very fond of. We've met recently and I was about to ask him for a walk. All those affairs, you know. And I've heard some rumors... so I've been preparing myself for certain things.

- Let's open you up for that boy then, your Majesty. - Agust laughed fondly, thinking of a certain dancer of his own.

- Now you're addressing me properly, boy? - the king laughed too with his deep pleasant voice.

- Exactly now, - Yoongi replied as his fingers moved inside the tight hole.

He laid his body over the king's and got closer to his face. He guided himself in after a slow and thorough stretch, moving languidly and carefully. Min moaned through gritted teeth until Yoongi bottomed out and stilled, giving the other time to adjust.

- How is it? - he whispered.

- Mm, good. Keep going, - the king said and Agust moved, performing slow and deep thrusts.

He kissed the elder, licking along his parted lips, coaxing him to open up wider to taste him on his tongue. His hands cupped the king's face and gently thumbed at his high cheekbones.

- So good, little bird, - Min sighed into the caressing mouth, - Ah, right there!

He himself pushed his hips to meet the thick cock that stretched him so well from the inside. His crossed wrists were pinned to the bedsheets securely and he enjoyed that, not even trying to set himself free.

The long excruciating seconds he was coming untouched his body was arching off the bed, fighting the weight laying and moving on top of him. He didn't have any tme to breathe as the younger pulled out and pushed at his legs right under his knees, bending them close to the king's chest.

The action exposed his pink entrance that quivered before releasing milky trickles of come. Yoongi eagerly lapped at them, hungrily licking up everything with his tongue. Then he moved onto the front and licked the older man's cock clean before settling on top of his body again, pecking his doll like lips.

- Gods, I've never had it quite so...intense, - he breathed out, weaving his arms around Yoongi's neck.

- I'm sure that dancer boy will appreciate some experience, - the younger said, fighting the immediate urge to close his eyes and sleep the exhaustion off.

He didn't though, not right away. Not before him and the king kissed breathless, intertwining their legs and touching each other's sweaty bodies as if wanting to study every curve and line of them.

Yoongi woke up to a change of temperature. He was sure he was freezing and now something warm was thrown over his body.

He opened his eyes slowly and for a moment saw nothing but colorful spots. The dominant colours, unsurprisingly, were pink and black.

- I know you have this certain lifestyle, Agust. And that somewhere deep inside your heart you're an artist. But for the love of all good in this world, why do I find you here sleeping like a homeless man?

The voice was obviously pissed but the layer underneath it, the one only Yoongi could uncover, was laced with worry.

- Kitty, baby, - he rasped and coughed at the stinging feeling in his throat, - What is my arch nemesis doing here?

- Working. As your personal nanny. Should I bend you over my lap and spank you? Will you then call me mommy?

That woke him up quickly. He scrambled to stand up and saw Jimin in all his leather clad glory, holding out Yoongi's own gun to him.

- Finders keepers, but I'll let it slide. Take it and don't, - he looked around the room where the elder peacefully slept, sitting inside the tall wardrobe and leaning on the wood, - Sleep in weird places.

- You just need someone to kidnap and torment, am I right? - he chuckled, wrapping himself tighter in the warm quilt, - Wait, are you leaving?

Jimin turned around, obnoxiously chewing on a pink - surprise - gum and cocked his hips, adorned in a spiky belt. He looked over Agust's curled frame and dark circles under his eyes that made his scar look even more ominous.

- Any suggestions then? - maybe he'll take pity on the man who rules the city with an iron grip. Just for today.

- You said finders keepers, - he rasped, feeling how actually sore his throat was, - So do it? For now.

- For now. - the younger parroted.

- I'll be of use, - Yoongi scrunched his nose at how that sounded but then he smirked because his opponent had a too thoughtful face.

And if Kitty was thinking, there would be trouble. After last night he thought he was more ready for it than usual.

- Do not utter a single word to anyone about this, got it? - the younger threatened but it was half hearted.

He wrapped his arm around Yoongi's back and led him outside of the palace. The sun was rising, the city was waking up as Yoongi was clutching onto Kitty's muscular back, sitting behind him on his brand new motorcycle that was taking them both into a new day.

The end.

[koolibrary]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V Characters: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Seokjin | Jin Additional Tags: Joseon Era AU, Historical AU, Slave!Jimin, Noble!Yoongi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Past physical and emotional Abuse, Homophobia, First Times, Forbidden Love, Very Very Slow Burn, Anxiety, ableist slurs, mentions of past prostitution but rly nondescriptive, Explicit Sexual Content, Bottom Yoongi, Top Park Jimin Summary:

"Remember what I told you. You are mine now and I take care of my things."

Joseon Era AU: Jimin, a low born, catches the attention of nobleboy Min Yoongi.

[koolibrary]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi | Suga Additional Tags: Demon Jeon Jungkook, Demon Min Yoongi | Suga, King Jeon Jungkook, Queen Yoongi, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Bottom Min Yoongi | Suga, Top Jeon Jungkook, Size Difference, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Masturbation, kinda??, Hand Jobs, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Blood, Biting, jungkook bites yoongi a lot lol, Jealous Min Yoongi | Suga, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Soft Min Yoongi | Suga, Soft Jeon Jungkook, They love each other so much, Yoongi tries taking care of everything, jungkook has other plans, also, Jeon Jungkook Has a Big Dick, this is soft actually, Married Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga Series: Part 4 of Immortals Summary:

“The people of this realm worship power. And so do I.”, Jeongguk replies to that, making Yoongi smile. “Now come here.”

The command sounds impatient almost, but Yoongi promised after all, that he’ll take care of everything, so he walks over to Jeongguk, not the slightest bit ashamed at his naked state. The King doesn’t even hesitate to put an arm around his back as he stands between his legs.

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A little smut scene that fits into chapter 14 of Forevermore. They are cute and they make love.

[yejixsm]

BTS x M.YG oneshot

{ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢, 𝐢 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰. }

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 & 𝐣𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞.

𝐒𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐓𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

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𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢.

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧.

𝐒𝐨, 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 — 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 — 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭. 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐉𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧.

" 𝐎𝐢, 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧, " 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰. " 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. "

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭.

𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, "𝐉𝐢𝐧-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞? "

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡, " 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞."

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐫.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 { 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧- } 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝—

" 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. "

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝.

" 𝐂'𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢," 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬.

" 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐉𝐢𝐧-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠. "

" 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲," 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫. " 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. "

𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞.

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . . 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧? 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

" 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤. 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞? "

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, " 𝐡𝐚𝐡? 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞. "

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭.

" 𝐍𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬."

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

" 𝐞𝐡?! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤! " 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

" 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?"

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭, 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, " 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬."

𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐉𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨. 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧.

𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩. 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.

" 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠. " 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡, " 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞? "

𝐒𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝, " 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡! "

" 𝐇𝐚𝐡? 𝐰𝐡𝐲'𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡? "

" 𝐉𝐨𝐨𝐧-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝? "

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭.

" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠? " 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰.

" 𝐍-𝐧𝐨!" 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. " 𝐈𝐭 . . . 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞."

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝.

" 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. "

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

" 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐩, 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲."

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝.

" 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞?"

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, " 𝐌𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢. "

" 𝐄𝐡?" 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧. " 𝐌𝐞? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲, 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧!"

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟, " 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭? "

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

" 𝐉𝐢𝐧-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠! 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞? "

" 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞! " 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

" 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝."

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞.

" 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞?! "

" 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢!~" 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩, 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝑼𝒉-𝒐𝒉, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭.

" 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞! 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞?"

𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞.

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, " 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞."

" 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐬."

" 𝐌𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐦?"

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

"𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭! 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤?" 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐱 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢.

" 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢."

" 𝐎𝐢, 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤-"

" 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩, 𝐓𝐚𝐞," 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧. " 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧."

𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐞.

" 𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠?"

" 𝐖-𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥," 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. " 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞."

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐞.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧.

𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

" 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠?"

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

"𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤," 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫. " 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐢𝐧-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫."

𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭.

" 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢. 𝐀𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞."

" 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞?"

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚-

" 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞." 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬.

" 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭."

𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒎

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤.

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, " 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠? 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫- "

" 𝐍𝐨!" 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

" 𝐍-𝐧𝐨, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲. 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. "

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝- 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, " 𝐓𝐚𝐞, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞?"

" 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, " 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. " 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞."

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝—

" 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠."

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒕. 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝,

" 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭! "

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐭.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤.

" 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. "

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

" 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰," 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞. " 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢-𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲."

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆.

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{ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐡! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭!

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

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guys a genuine question

Does anyone know anything about when bottom Yoongi week is or like Yoonkook month or week or just like anything related to Yoongi happens? If so can someone let me know?

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Heal My Weakness

BY: Only_A_Fangirl

SHIP: NAMGI

WORD COUNT: 6309

CHAPTERS: 1

STATUS: COMPLETE

RATING: EXPLICIT

SUMMARY:

“So, it’s like a submissive-dominant kind of thing then?” Seokjin asks. “I don’t know,” Namjoon replies. “I’ve never thought of myself as dominant. And with the way Yoongi behaves, to think of him as submissive seems kind of silly. It’s just in those moments. It’s like he changes.”

TRANSLATIONS: Russian and Italian

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Sway

BY: tonghua

SHIP: TAEGI

WORD COUNT: 15826

CHAPTERS: 1

STATUS: COMPLETE

RATING: EXPLICIT

SUMMARY:

Taehyung has never topped with anyone and is curious about what it's like. Seokjin suggests he ask Yoongi since his heat is coming up, which is laughable considering Yoongi has never asked anyone to spend his heat with him. So what happens when Taehyung goes for it and Yoongi actually says yes?