#beomgyu

[choiyeonjuns]

BEOMGYU :: WORKOUT JJANG BEOMGYU EP. 00

[beomgyus]

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[sophieeeet]

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･. 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Pairing : Bf!Soobin x Gf!FemReader

Synopsis: Whenever Soobin goes to the World Tour with the Group, he develops a Habit of carrying a part of you with him to Ease himself or more likely please himself with your panties.

Genre: idol! Soobin x nonidol FemReader

Warning: smut , Fluff , smau + written , jerking off on reader's panties , heavy orgasm ( male receiving)

Soobin would jerk off with your panties when he was on Tour with the group or when you weren’t at home, It was easier to sneak your panties when he went on tour so that you couldn’t scold him.

At first it started as just the heat of moment when you weren’t home but it soon became a habit of his whenever he went on tours or awards far away from you

It was a sneaky bad habit until it wasn’t; it turned into a kink of his when he couldn’t get his grubby hands on your body. It was a nasty little secret that he kept to himself.

There was nothing he loved more than getting back to his hotel room, stripping, getting your panties and wrapping them around his hard length as he jerked off.

It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. As his cheeks would turned pink at the thought that It felt like you were right on top of him, bouncing and sliding that wet pussy up and down his length

The smell of your detergent and your scent would waft off of him, and it made him shiver and explode from the tip of his dick, and not just him finishing, but he would finish hard.

Of course, nothing could compare to him ramming his hard cocks into your tight pussy, but that was the next best thing, and he cursed himself for not doing it earlier when he would go out for a while without you and pout, not being able to touch himself without you.

Sex toys and fleshlights were a no-go for him; even if he were to put your panties up to his nose and inhale them while using the sex toys, it wouldn’t be the same.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of having the soft cloth of your panties on his rock-hard dick, and when I say nothing, I mean nothing.

When he came back, he would get the usual

“ Soobin did you accidentally take my underwear with yours?” and he’d lie through gritted teeth about not taking them and then sneak them back into your drawer.

He didn’t know how you would react if you knew he was stealing your underwear, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to mess up the chance of not being able to take them with them and make a mess of them.

His cum would overflow all over them; it was insane. That’s why he had to handwash them, but he didn’t care. It was worth it.

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[ye0njnne]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Greenlight

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𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍 (𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖣𝗈 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍)

𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1.5𝗄

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ෆ Soobin ෆ

𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍-𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍.

𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 .

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 - 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗆 - 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍.

"𝖦𝗈𝖽, 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇...” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈.

“ 𝖨... 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌...” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍.𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌.

𝖴𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀.

“𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ,𝖸/𝖭 ..𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽..." 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. "𝖸𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇... 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈..."

ෆ Yeonjun ෆ

"𝖬𝗆𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽," 𝖸𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗍, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌."𝖦𝗈𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇."

𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝖻 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽.

” 𝖸𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇, 𝗈𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝖨... 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗎𝖻, 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅," 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. "𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄."

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽.

"𝖸𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇 ... 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌.

𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁- 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. “𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒.”

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌.

𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌.

"𝖸-𝖸𝖾𝗌... 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾... 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋-𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖮𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗓𝗒.

ෆ Beomgyu ෆ

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅.

"𝖮𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄!" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎’𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅. “𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝖽.

"𝖮𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾.

𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌. 𝖠𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖼𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒.

𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎’𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁.

"𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎 …𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾..." 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝖽. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖡𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅.

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𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍���𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋.

𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆; 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 - 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝖲𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇-𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾.

𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗈𝖻𝖾. "𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄," 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, "𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾.

𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒.

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾.

𝖤𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅," 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗓𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌.𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

"𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀." 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

"𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌,𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.” 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇, 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. "𝖦𝗈𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌."

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𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖧𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖪𝖺𝗂’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 - 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖦-𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 - 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒.

𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

"𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾," 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾.

"𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗐… 𝖦𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄-𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

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BABYLON | part eight

Beomgyu x f!reader

summary - After a mutual friend returns home from travelling, exes y/n and beomgyu are reunited two years after a terrible breakup to help plan a welcome home party for their friend. Will they put their issues aside and welcome each other back in, or will they both want answers for the situation that has been ruining them for the past two years?

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CRIMINAL CONSIENCE

TAPE 01 ─ STAY AWAY FROM CHOI BEOMGYU

synopsis moving rapidly through your career as one of the leading female investigators, you never once encountered a case you couldn't crack. though you never expected for your past mistakes to come back and haunt you in the form of an ex lover, accused of murder.

pairings: criminal!beomgyu x investigator!reader ✎ NOTE, this story is partly told in flashbacks. beware of time stamps as present and past is mixed throughout the story.

warnings for tape 01: mentions of drugging/drug use. oral (f, rec), marking.

𑁤 general warnings ─ this story contains dark themes, portraying unhealthy and toxic relationships as well as substance abuse. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

tape 01 ─ stay away from Choi Beomgyu

February 19th 2024 ─ present time 

You hated being late. You hated feeling rushed, the way things would always turn out half-assed. Yet you had turned off alarm after alarm, snoozing past at least five of them before finally pulling yourself out of bed with a groan. 

Though one glance at your phone has you rushing to your feet. There was no way you’d make it in time. Pulling on your shirt, looking everywhere for a pair of socks, toothbrush in your mouth. Having to redo your ponytail three times because your stubborn hair refused to lay flat and you’d run out of hair gel. 

One hand on the steering wheel and one applying lipstick messily all over your lips, you sway past the cars on the crowded roads. Parking was easy, you almost made it on the first try this time. 

Stumbling your way through the hallways of your office building, earning rather confused looks from your colleagues. Finally you make it to your office, your own private space. Breathing out a sigh of relief as the door closes behind you, you glance at the clock. Only five minutes late, that was 300 seconds and... 

“That’s not important now”, you sigh as you drag your feet over to your desk. There’s an unfamiliar file on top of your rather large pile. Frowning, you pick it up. Just as you’re about to open it and have a look your phone chimes. 

You bring the device to your ear, “you here yet?” Yeonjun's voice carries over the line. Rolling your eyes, you sit down on your desk, “of course, what do you honestly think of me”,  you snort. 

“Nevermind, don’t”, you then add with a groan. Your colleague chuckles on the other side of the phone. “You seen the file I left for you?”, he asks. You turn said file over in your free hand, “you left it?”. Yeonjun hums, “I need you down in the interrogation rooms in about fifteen, that okay?” 

“Of course, I’ll be there in ten”, you grin and Yeonjun scoffs, “i’ll bet”. You hang up and shove your phone in your back pocket before you make your way toward the interrogation rooms. 

The sound of your heels clacking along the stone floors fill the now empty hallway. Your ponytail swings in tune with your steps and you reapply your favorite red lipstick. Red had never been a color of your choice, but it had been someone else’s.

Another echo of footsteps join yours and soon a voice calls out, “miss y/l/n!”.  Turning around on the spot a smile finds its way to your lips, “Huening!”, you exclaim as the younger man approaches you. 

Huening had this boyish appearance that made him look youthful and innocent. No wonder so many of your female coworkers had a thing for him. Your own history of lovers, on the other hand, were far from anything and everything Hueningkai represented. 

The younger man gives you a shy smile as he hands you a mug of coffee, “you seemed to be in a rush earlier so I…”, he trails off as his gaze falls on the mug in his hand. “Well…”

“That’s very considerate of you, thank you”, you say as you take the cup from him. Bringing it up to your lips you smile, “how did you know I love lattes?”.  The tips of Huening’s ears turn pink, “I er…just y’know, went with my gut feeling…”. 

A small giggle escapes your lips, “never stop trusting it”, you say as you give his shoulder a pat. The younger man’s ears turn from pink to a flaming red as he nods. Clearing his throat he glances at the file in your hand. 

“New case?”, he asks and you nod. “I’m about to meet the suspect just now”, you say as you take a sip of the coffee. On your way you had gone through the pages briefly. To be honest you would need at least thirty minutes to just sit down and read through them. But time was a luxury you couldn’t afford today. 

Huening nods as he fidgets with the hem of his shirt, “perhaps…when you’re done, we could get lunch together?”.  It was impossible for you to decline his sweet request, “I would love to”. Your younger colleague beams as he takes goodbye of you. 

Sipping on your coffee, your red lipstick stains the cup. Eyes scan the papers one last time as you approach the interrogation room. Yeonjun meets you by the door, “you got the files?” he asks and you nod. 

“Yes, though I’ve barely had time to go through them thoroughly”, you admit as you recall your rushed morning. Yeonjun shakes his head, “don’t sweat it”. He brings out a file of his own as he reads a few main points to you. 

“23, male, brought in yesterday night at 1.22am”. Yeonjun flips the paper, “he’s under investigation for murder and attempted arson”. You nod along as you sip on your coffee, arson and murder wasn’t an unusual combination. 

“Any witnesses?” you ask and Yeonjun shakes his head, “none have come forward”. You frown, “how is he linked to the crime?”. Your colleague puts his files down as he turns to look at you, “victim’s DNA on him”. 

Your eyebrows raise in evident surprise, “really?”. Should no other evidence or witnesses surface the man would be as good as guilty already. Yeonjun nods as he unlocks the door for you, “good luck, I’m on the other side of the glass at all times”, he reassures and you give him a thankful smile as you step inside. 

Your heels echo inside the small and dark room as you approach the table in the middle of it. Not looking up from your files you slide down on the chair opposite the man. 

“You are being investigated for the murder of Park Baekhyun as well as the attempted arson against his property. You have the right to remain silent and or request for an attorney, keep in mind that anything you say can be used against you in court”, you say as you place your files down on the table. 

The man in front of you looks up and your eyes widen. His dark eyes pierce yours in such a familiar way that you almost have a hard time controlling your breathing. Lips curling into a smirk as he looks at you.

But that can't be him, it’s impossible, yet he looked exactly like… 

“Beomgyu?” 

Your mouth betrays you before your mind has the chance to stop it. Beomgyu’s smirk only widens as it exposes his shiny teeth, the same teeth that had grazed your skin so many times before. 

He lets out a short laugh, “dollface, it’s been a while hasn’t it?”. 

You want to yell, shout, cry, possibly even throw your coffee in his face. But you do nothing. The smirk on his face doesn’t falter as Beomgyu tilts his head to the side, studying you, as if trying to calculate your next move, you knew he could. 

Though before he has the chance to, the door behind you clicks open. Yeonjun enters with a frown plastered on his normally expressionless and professional face.

“You know this guy?”, he questions and you nod without taking your eyes off Beomgyu who’s smirk only widens. “Know? That’d be an understatement”. Yeonjun gives Beomgyu a short glance before he beckons you to follow him out. 

As the doors to the interrogation room closes behind the two of you, Yeonjun turns to you with a sigh. “What on earth is going on?”. You chew on your bottom lip hesitantly, “well, I sort of…we sort of….” “were something?”. You nod, “yes, something like that”. 

“It was a long time ago though”, you quickly add in a rushed tone and Yeonjun raises an eyebrow. “Exactly how long is long ago?”, he questions. 

You nervously scratch at your forearm as your gaze wanders, anywhere but Yeonjun’s eyes. “I haven’t seen him in ten months..”, your voice is hushed, shameful even. And you were ashamed, ashamed of having any sort of connection to a man like that. 

The look your colleague gave you might as well have had you resigning on the spot. “Jesus christ”, he mumbles as he runs a hand through his hair, “I’ll take you off the case, we’ll find someone and─” 

“No!” 

The words leave your lips before you even have the chance to consider them. Why? You had no clue, but you knew that you wanted─ no, needed this case. Maybe it was only to satisfy your own curiosity or perhaps it was to gain some sort of closure. Either way you knew that this case could not go to someone else. It had to be you.

Straightening your back, you glance up at Yeonjun as your arms fall to your sides. “I’m confident that I can do this”, you state as you hold his gaze. The older man gives you a look of disbelief but your persistence eventually makes him cave as he sighs. 

“Alright, but if I notice that things are getting out of hand, you’re out”. 

You smile, “thank you”. Yeonjun nods, “well then, if you’re ready then go on back inside”. 

The silence as the doors close behind you to the interrogation room is deafening. Glancing down at the table you notice your coffee cup missing. Beomgyu turns said cup around in his hands as he studies it closely. 

“You like your coffee black”, he states as you sit down opposite him. Why would he remember that? Why did your stomach jump at the fact that he did remember such a detail? You push it aside as you look up to meet his gaze, “things change”, you say as reorganize the files in front of you. 

Beomgyu grins, “not you”. He leans forward as his cuffed hands rest on the table in front of him, “you look just the same”, he mumbles as he studies your face closer. You refuse to lean back, that would mean that you were scared, that you would let him win. And you wouldn’t, not this time. 

“Well luckily we’re not here to talk about me”, you give him a small smile and watch as he leans back in his chair with a small grunt. 

“Last night”, you begin as you glance down at the files once more, “you were at present at Park Baekhyun’s property between the hours of 10pm and 1am, what were you doing there?”. 

Beomgyu bites the inside of his cheek as he grins, “cleanin’ up a mess”. You raise an eyebrow as you question him further, “what kind of mess?”. He smirks, “well certainly not the ones we used to make”. You swallow as you try to dismiss anything he says. 

“What kind of mess was my question”, you repeat and Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “One of my employees messed up, he’s new, I don’t blame him”. His eyes flicker toward the glass window on one of the walls, certainly aware of the fact that Yeonjun was on the other side, even though he couldn’t see him. 

“You gotta go easy on the newbies”, he then adds as his eyes shift back toward you with a mischievous glint. “But you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” he smirks as his tongue prods at the inside of his cheek. 

“I went easy on you the first time”. 

He didn’t. Perhaps that was why you remembered your first encounter with Beomgyu to this day. 

March 28th 2022 

“Oh come on, don’t be like that. Everyone will be there!”, your friend Kayla whines as she tugs at your arm. You shake your head, “no, everyone you know will be there”. Finally pulling yourself from her grasp you flop back down on your bed. “It’ll just be awkward to bring me along”, you mutter. 

Though your friend won’t have it. “Well if you’re not going then I’m not either”. The bed squeaks as she takes place beside you. The two of you stare up at the ceiling of your small apartment in silence for about thirty seconds before Kayla starts once again. 

“Pleaseeeeee”, she whines as she rolls over on her side to look at you. Giving you her best pout and puppy eyes you finally give in. “Fine, but you better not leave my side”. 

The first thing Kayla did was leave your side. Running off to wrap her arms around that no-good boyfriend of hers. You swallowed a gag. The club was hot, smelled like alcohol and sex, and was absolutely crowded. 

You instantly regretted coming here. You knew no one, and without your only friend, your introverted self could count on a lonely night. Quietly making your way over to the bar, you order yourself a drink in an attempt to drown your regret. 

As you sip on your drink, your eyes scan the dance floor after your friend. Though all you could make out were half naked bodies pressed against one another. You found your eyes wandering over to the small booths by the sides of the main floor. They were secluded, but far from private. 

Then your eyes fell on him. He wasn’t your type, at least you thought he wasn’t. Maybe it was the liquor, or the overwhelming sense of loneliness you felt that night. But when your eyes locked with his, you swear the two of you could’ve been the only people in the room. 

Sprawled out on the sofa to one of the booths, two of the prettiest girls draped over him, drink in his hand, mid conversation with one of the guys next to him, yet his eyes remained on yours. 

One of the girls plays with his long dark hair as she whispers into his ear. He smirks as he brings his drink to his lips, over the rim of the glass you catch the subtle wink he gives you. Your heart skipped a beat. 

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to getting hit on. Or even just subtly flirted with, but this, this felt different. This man was far from anything you had ever laid your eyes on, you felt intoxicated but you weren’t so sure that it was because of your drink. No, there was something about him. 

So you did the only reasonable thing, you winked back. 

The man’s smirk only widened as his free hand moved up the inner thigh of the other girl. She squirmed under his touch, emitting small giggles as she leaned in to kiss at his neck. He seemed to pay her little mind, eyes still trained on yours. 

No matter how badly you wanted to, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from him. He was so… “Don’t even think about it”, Kayla mutters as she appears next to you, causing you to jump in your seat. 

“What?” you question as you finally pull your gaze from the man and to your supposed friend. She rolls her eyes as she motions towards the man, “him”. “Don’t even think about starting anything with that man”. 

You frown, “I wasn’t…”─ “oh no but you were”, she cuts you off as she orders a drink of her own. “That man is no good”, she continues as she leans against the bar, “only uses girls for his own pleasure, you’ll get hurt”. 

You scoff, “what if I only seek pleasure”. Kayla frowns as she turns to look at you, “then I suggest you seek it elsewhere, he is no good”. Receiving her drink she takes a large swig and you set your own empty glass down. 

“How do you know about him?” Kayla had never even mentioned the man to you before and you were curious to know her history with him. Your friend shakes her head, “used to be close to this one girl, then one night she’s off with him”. 

Kayla sighs as she takes another sip of her drink, “next time I see her is two weeks later, drugged out of her mind”. Your eyes widened, Kayla had never even mentioned anything like this to you, perhaps you could understand why. 

She points her drink toward the man again. His hands roam the bodies of the girls who cling to his sides as they whisper sweet nothings into his ears. “That, is what that man will do to you”, she states as she downs the last of her drink. “Besides”, she shrugs, “I have never seen him with the same woman twice”. 

Setting her glass down, Kayla pulls herself from the bar, “I gotta get back to Jim”, she gives your cheek a quick peck, “call me when you’re ready to go home, yeah?”. She scurries off onto the dance floor before you have the chance to reply. 

Sighing, you return your attention to the bar as you order yourself another round. Whilst waiting on your drink you feel a hand on your shoulder. Startled, you turn your head to be met by an unfamiliar man. He gives you a polite smile as he introduces himself, “Hwan” .

You can’t help but smile back, “Y/n”, you say and when he asks to join you, you comply. Hwan takes the seat next to yours, “how come I haven’t seen you before, you new in town?”, he asks as he orders himself a drink. 

You shake your head, “no, just not a fan of clubs I suppose..”. The man nods, “I see, then I must’ve been real lucky to catch you here”, he grins and you giggle, “indeed”. 

“You here with a friend or boyfriend?”. “Just a friend, she sort of forced me along”, you say as you sip on your drink. “So no boyfriend then?”, he asks, leaning slightly closer. 

Just as you’re about to tell him no, a tall figure appears behind him. His presence makes the hair on the back of your head stand up. Hwan, inevitably notices the man as he turns around in his seat with a frown. 

“Can I help─”, he begins but is quickly cut short. 

“Scurry off”, the man who you’d locked eyes with previously says. Hwan glances between you and the man in a confused manner. When you don’t say anything he finally gets up as he gives you a small bow. 

The man from earlier clicks his tongue as he takes Hwan’s seat, quickly calling the bartender over, “I’ll have what she’s having”. 

A small silence falls over the two of you and you nervously grip your glass. What was going on? You had certainly seen the same man with two girls all over him not less than ten minutes ago. Why was he here? With you?

Sneaking a glance at him you find him already looking at you. His eyes study your face in an almost calculating way. Though he doesn’t say anything, the smirk that etches its way onto his face gives away that he likes what he sees. 

As he gets his drink, the metal rings on his fingers make a clinking sound against the glass. He takes a sip as he continues to study your face. You shift in your seat, feeling rather uncomfortable under his intense gaze. 

“Choi Beomgyu”, he then says. The name fit him, oddly enough. Perhaps it was a bad idea to give out your own name, a piece of you, to the man your friend had previously warned you about. But this man intrigued you, almost like a forbidden fruit that you know you shouldn’t eat. Yet you can’t help but wonder, could one bite be so bad? 

“Y/l/n, y/n”, you say as you set your glass down. Beomgyu’s smirk widens. “You come here often?”, he asks and you shake your head, “rarely”.  He hums against the rim of the glass, “you didn’t really strike me as the type anyway”. 

You can’t help but frown at his answer, “then what type is that?”. Beomgyu raises an eyebrow as he glances toward the dance floor, you follow his gaze. “Her”, he mutters, “and her, her, her and her”. 

You take in the appearance of the multiple half naked girls, pushing anything and everything they could onto the nearest stranger. Beomgyu’s eyes snap back to yours, under the blues and purple of the club, they glint in an almost starlike way. 

“But not you”, he states. 

“Not me”, you agree as you finish your drink. You look at him as you brush a strand of hair from your face, “then perhaps, you’re striding outside of your usual target group”. 

Beomgyu tilts his head, “I’m not opposed to trying new things”.  

Maybe it was the liquor, or the fact that Kayla had already warned you about him, or maybe it was the way his eyes drugged you stronger than any other substance could. But you found yourself wanting more, if he wasn’t opposed to trying new things, then who says you weren’t either?

And perhaps that was why you had let him lead you upstairs. Let him close the door behind you, sealing you away from the world. Let him push you back against the soft mattress of the foreign bed. 

And maybe, just maybe that was why you had let his hands wander. The same way they did those girls not even an hour earlier. The cold metal of his rings digging into your soft thighs as he pushes them apart. 

When his lips found your neck, they were soft. You had little expectations of the man currently between your legs, however, his lips being soft, had not been one of them. And he’s gentle, a lot more than you had expected. He takes his time exploring you, as if you were an exotic and foreign artifact. Something that he had never before come across. 

His large hand cups your face as he exhales, letting his warm breath fan your face. His thumb pulls your bottom lip down before he pushes it inside. Your tongue immediately wraps around it as your eyes lock with his. 

“You’re so pretty”, he murmurs as his free hand brushes through your hair. “Pretty like a doll”,  his eyes wander down your body. “Made out of porcelain, untainted and perfect”, he whispers as he pulls his thumb from your mouth. 

His now saliva coated thumb presses against your clit in a menacing way as you squirm beneath him. “And such a pretty pussy too”, he groans as he leans down to ghost his lips over where you need him the most. 

His tongue drags between your folds, drawing moans and whines from you as you grip onto the bed sheets. As his tongue dwells deeper, Beomgyu uses his hands to roughly massage and grope your thighs, making sure to leave you blue and purple. 

Occasionally inhaling before diving right back at your cunt, his nose stimulating your clit just enough to have you see stars but never a shooting one. Beomgyu groans between your legs at the sheer taste of you. 

“Need more”, he grunts as he pulls you closer to his face. “You’ll give me more, won’t you dollface?” 

You nod furiously as your thighs close around his head. Finishing all over his face with a small cry as you grip the bed sheets enough to cause ripping. 

As your orgasm fades and all that is left are your trembling legs, Beomgyu finally pulls himself from your cunt. Nose, lips and chin coated in all of you. His dark eyes find yours as he smirks, “I like you dollface”, he states. 

“I’ll keep you”. 

And that was, exactly, how you became infatuated with Choi Beomgyu.

A/N ─ EEEK, it's finally out!!! please please please drop some feedback I would love to hear your opinions >.< also this Beomgyu is such a 180 degree turn from pretty princess Beomgyu so it's been a little challenging to write but I am loving it so far!!

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