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RYAN PHILLIPPE Cruel Intentions (1999)

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Cruel Intentions (1999) Dir. Roger Kumble

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𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍. 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒’𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 “𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜” 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 “𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜” 𝚒’𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊, 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜.

𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝟺𝚑: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝟺𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗.

𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝟸𝚗𝚍: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝟸𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚟𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢. 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚐. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 “𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎”.

𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝: 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 “𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝” 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 “𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎”. 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟾 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖 𝟸𝟸 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚒 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 “𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗” 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚏𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜. 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍.

𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝟷𝟸𝚑: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠. 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒��� 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚙, 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎.

𝟻𝚑 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜: 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟻𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝟻𝚑 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝟻𝚑 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟻𝚑 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 + 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟻𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟻𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝟾𝚑: 𝚒’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟾𝚑 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚘. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 “𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐” 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚍𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗. 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜. *𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚜* 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝟽𝚑: 𝚒’𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚜. 𝚒’𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒’𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚠𝚠 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢??? 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢????

𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚗: 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗??? 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛??? 𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 “𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝”.

𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢: 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎? 𝚒’𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍. 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋.

𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚜. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚎. 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎. 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍. 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕.

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cruel intentions | part one

part two out now!

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: you live your life (un)comfortably in the shadow of your bright and beautiful best friend, chaeyoung. when campus heartthrob, beomgyu, takes an interest in you, you can't help but feel like it's just a way for him to get closer to your beloved best friend. in reality, his intentions are far crueler than that. or, beomgyu agrees to get with the campus' resident dark cloud in order to win a bet with his friend.

genre: romance, angst, campus life, clichés and melodrama (as per uje)

warnings: brief mentions of reader's abusive household, reader has almost comically low self esteem

word count: 7.8k

notes: hi... r u mad at me? i know i've been gone for a month or so and definitely have other projects i've promised to work on, but i've had a lot of personal stuff going on and couldn't focus on anything. i love this trope so much tho and couldn't stop myself from wanting to try my hand at it. i'm not expecting much from this seeing as how it's devoid of any suggestive content, but i figured it'd be better to post it so you all know i'm alive. if people want a part two, i will gladly make one since i really like this trope, but i do want to know if that's the case before i write anything. anyway, i think that's it. enjoy, my lovely friends :^)

you’re okay. you really, really are. you wouldn’t say you’re happy, per se, but things are alright as they are. there are worse things than living in the shadow of your bright and beautiful best friend, whom you love very, very much. chaeyoung is nothing if not dazzling, so much so that everyone falls flatly at her feet in the wake of one of her smiles. you are, as a matter of fact, no exception. chaeyoung has been like a savior from your unstable home life ever since middle school. she has stood up for you when you were too afraid to stand up for yourself and has become more like your family than your family ever was. even so, are you envious of the way that everything seems to go her way? you’d be lying if you said it doesn’t bother you at times, but it becomes more and more bearable every day. besides, you can’t blame her for it; she has no idea that you’re considered as little more than her sidekick and, for lack of a better term, a mob character in the colorful campus life you’ve grown to accept as not your cup of tea. 

being chaeyoung’s best friend comes with “perks” such as invites to what would otherwise be completely exclusive parties you wouldn't even dream of being considered for, but you can’t count how many times you’ve been approached with the intent of getting closer to her, so you refrain from any such affairs and opt to focus on your studies and fulltime job. in the beginning, your feelings would be hurt when men you were interested in feigned mutual attraction in hopes that they’d get closer to chaeyoung, but you’ve come to accept things as they are and you’re now known for your flatout rejection of anyone who attempts to woo you. 

these past few years, what with your heavy coursework, demanding job, and feelings of inferiority, have been grueling, to be sure, but you’re finally in your last semester and closing act of this entire charade you’ve come to call your college career. in a few months, you'll be a free woman and you’ll be able to begin your life as a fully fledged adult. chaeyoung will remain as your best friend, you know, but you won’t have to be compared to her every second since you two are set on very, very different career paths. life, as it is, feels so small and unvaried to the point of suffocation, but all of that will be over once you’ve entered the post-college workforce. or, at least, you hope it will. 

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heeseung is lovesick, to put things in the simplest of terms. 

“i just don’t see why chaeyoung won’t give me a chance! i really, really like her,” he whines.

“i know,” beomgyu says with a roll of his eyes. 

“so why can’t you help me out?” he pouts.

“what the hell am i supposed to do about it?” beomgyu asks with a hint of irritation.

“gyu, you sit next to her and her friend in class! put in a good word for me!” he pleads.

“she’s always talking to that girl, so it’s hard to even say two words to her. you know that.” 

heeseung is, again, pouting, but the machinations in his head are firing in overtime as he searches for a solution. suddenly, his face alights as if he’s found the perfect plot. beomgyu’s wariness increases tenfold as he waits to hear whatever fucked up plan heeseung has put together.

“i know! what if you distract her friend so i can actually talk to her? and you can find out what type of guy chaeyoung likes.” he looks so earnest in this moment, but beomgyu cringes at the idea.

“dude, no. that’s fucked up,” he says.

“c’mon, i know you can do it!”

“well, yeah,” beomgyu nods in agreement, “but i’m not pretending to be interested in somebody just so you can fuck her friend. that’s wrong.”

“oh, please, gyu. we all know you’ve done worse.” he’s right. still, beomgyu vehemently disagrees. heeseung, in his desperation, can only think of one way to force him to give in: attack his pride.

“what, are you scared she won’t fall for it?” heeseung teases. “well, i can’t blame you. i heard people calling her the ‘iron maiden’ and that she won’t let anybody near her. why would she fall for you of all people?” beomgyu scoffs at his insolence.

“i could get her if i really wanted to,” he replies. “i just don’t feel like it.” 

“sure, whatever. i know you’re just scared she’ll reject the ‘great beomgyu’ and you won’t be able to keep saying you’re the hottest guy on campus.” beomgyu actually rolls his eyes at this.

“i bet you i could get her to fall in love with me by the end of the semester if i really wanted her to,” beomgyu argues petulantly. 

“prove it,” heeseung challenges with a raise of his eyebrows. now he’s got him.

“not for free,” beomgyu says with a smirk.

“... fine. what do you want?” 

“i want you to pay my half of the rent for the rest of the school year.” heeseung whines in response, but he quickly makes the calculations in his head and decides it’s worth it when he takes into consideration how fucking hot chaeyoung is. 

“deal.” 

“deal.”

and so it begins.

-

beomgyu, like most people, hasn’t really paid much attention to you before now. he barely even has an idea of what you look like, to be perfectly honest, but he can immediately figure out who you are just by looking to chaeyoung’s side as she's walking through the classroom door and seeing who’s sticking there. he takes in your features as if he’s seeing you for the first time, and he kind of is, frankly speaking. you’re not nearly as pretty as chaeyoung, and you definitely lack the aura she has, but you’re not bad by any means. your clothes are ill-fitting and your entire demeanor is soaked with an air of exhaustion, but if he looks carefully, it’s not like you’re an eyesore or anything. still, he’s considerably better looking than you are. this should be easy.

“hey,” he says softly in his baritone voice when you slide into your usual seat next to his, chaeyoung sliding in on the other side of you. to his surprise, you say nothing in response.

“hey,” he tries again, a little louder, thinking you just didn’t hear him or something.

“oh. hey,” you say confusedly before turning back to look at chaeyoung and continuing your conversation with her. well, that’s not nothing, he guesses, but heeseung sends him a knowing, goading glance from his seat and beomgyu feels himself growing irritated. 

when the professor enters, you turn to face her with a focused face and immediately pull out your pen to begin copying whatever she says down with solemnity. 

beomgyu is staring so intently, he’s surprised you don’t feel his eyes boring into the side of your face, but you don’t seem to notice a thing. before long, your professor announces that there will be a final project that will require a partner. chaeyoung excitedly grabs your arm with a grin, to which you answer her with a soft smile of your own. 

unluckily for the two of you, your giddiness is short-lived when she pairs chaeyoung with the person sitting on the other side of her, and you are stuck with the boy who randomly greeted you earlier. 

“i’m glad we’re partners,” beomgyu says with a smile as soon as the professor is finished relaying the details of the project with the class. 

“why?” you blink in confusion. 

“‘cause you’re really smart, right? and cute, too,” he chuckles. 

“oh, i guess,” you say flatly after a short pause. “when do you want to work on the project?” there is no wavering in your voice when you speak to him, and you look directly in his eyes, which is a far cry from the sweet, trembling voices and shy glances he’s used to. do you not find him attractive or something? no, that can’t be it. he’s everybody’s type. 

“i’m free tomorrow after 5. do you want to come to my place?” you tense up, but he keeps pushing. “you know, so there are no distractions?” you’re wary, of course, but you see no hint of sinister ulterior motives. besides, he can’t possibly see you in an impure way, so you agree with a low hum. 

“great. i’ll see you then.”

-

you arrive at his doorstep with your usual exhausted, haphazard look. some part of him thought you might try to doll yourself up to some extent, seeing as how you’re coming to the apartment of the hottest guy on campus and all, but he can sniff out no such effort. your hair is carelessly thrown up and your face is devoid of anything but the barest amount of makeup. your eyes are tired and there’s a permanent crease in your brows. still, he figures that complimenting you is worth a shot.

“hey, you look pretty today,” he says warmly. you do nothing but stare with a withering glance, but the grin never leaves his face.

“hi. where did you want to start?” you ask while following him to his living room and setting your bag on his couch. if he feels slighted by you ignoring his compliment, he doesn’t show it. 

“i thought we could review the rubric first and go from there,” he shrugs.

“okay.”

he makes several attempts at small talk, but they go nowhere. you are laser focused on the project and don’t even hesitate to reject any and all advances from him to the point where he’s beginning to grow frustrated. maybe you aren’t called the iron maiden for nothing, but the prospect of having his rent paid for the rest of the year is enough to keep him from giving up. he decides he’ll try a different approach.

“do you want some coffee? you look tired,” he says gently. you’re actually surprised at his observation, and he can tell. 

“yes, actually. thank you.” 

when he finishes making your coffee, he hands you a mug and you thank him while sporting a shy, grateful smile. momentarily, he’s stunned. he’s never cared enough to look for your smiles, and even if he had, he’d never see them unless you were with chaeyoung, but he realizes you look infinitely prettier while wearing one. 

“of course. if you don’t mind me asking, is there something wrong? you look really tired lately.”

“i-i’m just working overtime these days. th-thank you for noticing,” you sputter nervously. seriously? his feigned consideration of your personal circumstances is what makes you flustered? well, whatever. he can work with this.

“work is important, but your health is more important. don’t spread yourself too thin.” if your cheeks felt hot before, they’re scorching to the touch now. 

“i… i’ll keep that in mind. thanks.”

he doesn't probe much more deeply than that for fear of scaring you away, but you seem to have opened up just a bit in light of his thoughtful words. when you two decide to wrap up for the night, he walks you to his doorway.

“thank you for tonight,” you mumble with another one of your rare smiles. 

“you’re welcome,” he replies with a grin. 

you’re about to walk through his doorway when you turn back suddenly. before he can ask about it, your next words come tumbling out.

“chaeyoung likes confident men, but not to the point where they’re obnoxious. she hates movie dates because she wants to talk too much during them, but she likes stargazing, preferably with a picnic, too. she won’t text first, but she’ll respond quickly if she likes you back.” he’s stunned into silence and tries to stutter out something to the effect of “i wasn't trying to get you to tell me about her”, but all you do is give a knowing stare and he realizes he’s been caught. you leave his apartment and he’s left reeling. so much for being discreet.

-

the next time he sees you, he knows he has to apologize, but it isn’t until you meet again for the project that he decides the timing is finally right. 

you’re sitting on his couch, scrolling through your laptop as you proofread what you two have written so far when he musters up the courage to say something.

“listen,” he begins cautiously. you lazily look up at him and he tries to swallow the lump in his throat. 

“i… i think i owe you an apology and an explanation. i’m sorry for making you feel like i was just being nice to you so you could tell me about chaeyoung, but i really have no interest in her, i swear.” well, he’s half lying and half telling the truth, but he means it when he says he couldn’t give less of a shit about her. he can’t say he wasn’t just being nice to you in order to get his rent paid, though.

you look confused for a moment, as if you don’t even know what he’s referencing, but realization dawns on your face as you finally remember what he’s talking about.

“oh, it’s okay. it doesn’t bother me, anyway,” you reply with a shrug. 

“i’m serious,” he says firmly. “i really have no interest in her. to be honest, i’m interested in someone else at the moment.”

“oh,” you respond flatly, and you turn back to your laptop as if you’re bored and couldn’t care less about the most popular guy on campus actually having feelings for someone, for once. he snaps your laptop shut and you look up at him in surprise.

“i mean it. the person i actually want to get to know more about is you.”

your jaw drops in pure shock. 

“m-me? why?” you say, as if you can’t possibly believe that anyone could take a genuine interest in you. for some reason, he feels a pang in his heart at your sheer incredulity. sure, you’re no chaeyoung, but it's not like someone liking you is so rare of an affair as to throw you off kilter like this, right? 

“what’s wrong with me wanting to get to know a pretty girl like you?” you scoff and roll your eyes. you know you’re no trophy by any stretch of the imagination, so you have a hard time believing he means a single word.

“yeah, right,” you snort derisively. “the cutest guy on campus has a crush on me. you can’t honestly think i’d fall for that, can you? if you’re trying to flatter me to get me to do this entire project by myself, keep dreaming.” he’s surprised at your insistence. well, you’re not entirely incorrect. his intentions are impure if nothing else, but for some reason, he’s determined to prove you wrong. 

“oh, so you think i’m the cutest guy on campus?” he teases with a smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows. as if you didn’t realize you said those words yourself, you look more flustered than you’d care to admit.

“w-well, i —” 

“i’ll take it. and no, i’m not trying to get you to carry our grade on this. i genuinely just want to get to know you better.” and he doesn't know how much of that sentiment he really means, but he does know it means more than it should.

-

after a few more meetups, you’re pretty much convinced that beomgyu truly has no interest in chaeyoung. he never asks about her, and even when you offhandedly comment on her, he never pushes to know more. he just hums in recognition or perfunctorily answers. as for believing that he sincerely has interest in you? you’re not sure you believe that, but when the project is finished within a week and he asks you out on a date, you can’t help but seriously consider this previously inconceivable thought. 

“what did you say?!” chaeyoung asks excitedly once you relay that beomgyu, of all people, has asked you to go to dinner with him. 

“i said i’d think about it,” you sigh.

“you should go! text him right now and tell him you’re going!” 

“i don’t know, chae. you’ve heard the rumors about him. he’s a player…” 

“who cares about the past?! i haven’t heard anything like that in a while. plus, it’s worth taking a chance, right? you haven’t been on a date in god knows how long. if you don’t text him, i will!” she exclaims. “gimme your phone, i’ll do it right the fuck now!”

“no!” you counter, clutching your phone to your chest protectively. “i… i’ll do it myself,” you mutter.

“that’s my girl,” she says with a sweet grin.

-

“i feel stupid,” you mumble as chaeyoung applies the finishing touches to your hair. 

“well, you don’t look stupid, i’ll tell you that much. you’re absolutely gorgeous,” she boasts. 

“as if,” you mutter, but you know she truly believes it. chaeyoung has always argued that you’re beautiful, even though you know that the rest of the world, including you, doesn’t think so.

“i’m being serious!” she says with a playful smack to your shoulder. “you look hot! i bet he’s gonna drool when he sees you.” 

“alright, you’re going too far,” you say with a shy smile.

“go! you’re going to be late,” she chastises. you check the time and realize she’s right. you hurriedly grab your things and scramble out the door. 

beomgyu offered to pick you up, but you vehemently denied this on account of the restaurant being a 5 minute walk from your apartment. you need the walk to calm your nerves, anyway.

when you enter the restaurant, all bright-eyed and beautiful, beomgyu looks up from his phone in sheer shock. he knew you were actually pretty cute under the exhausted veneer you have permanently placed over you, but he never knew just how stunning you are when you don’t look like life has run you over. you’re actually wearing form-fitting clothes for once, too, and he likes what he sees.

when you lock eyes with him, you actually smile, which you have been doing a lot more lately, and he can’t help but return it with a smile of his own. it’s a little more eager and sincere than he realizes.

“you look gorgeous,” he remarks when you sit down in front of him. 

“you’re exaggerating…” you mumble embarrassedly. 

“i’m not. you’re stunning.” and he means it.

“th-thank you,” you say, and the air is thick with tension before you clear your throat and ask him if he's already ordered drinks.

the date goes surprisingly smoothly, all filled with laughter and banter. he already knew you were smart, but he realizes how funny you actually are when you’re not so tense. you match his mischievousness with your own and it feels so much like a real date that he forgets why he’s doing this in the first place. 

he’s surprised to hear that you’re actually quite interested in music. you share a mutual interest in a lot of bands and you even offer up some recommendations of your own, which he earnestly writes down in his notes app. when he mentions that he actually plays the guitar, your eyes light up in interest. 

“will you play for me, someday?” you ask excitedly. 

“of course,” he smiles softly. a lot of girls have asked him to play for them, and he has always happily obliged in order to get in their pants, but this time feels… different somehow. like he really just wants to show you how much he loves music and creating his own.

as you leave the restaurant, he grabs your hand and laces it with his. to both of your surprise, you don’t pull away and even let him gently swing your hand back and forth. you actually look like a real couple. you feel like one, too.

-

dates with beomgyu become a happy, regular occurrence. you’re not necessarily together as of now, but it’s been about a month and you’re genuinely considering something serious with him. he seems to eagerly reciprocate this sentiment if his constant invitations are of any indication. 

he suggests walking to the nearest park to sightsee, and you agree before you can even fully consider it. as you walk through the trail and take a seat on a bench in front of the pretty, sparkling pond, he locks eyes with you. you look so beautiful like this, eyes devoid of their usual exhaustion and wariness, replaced by a sense of peace. he can’t help but try his luck and lean down to, hopefully, join your lips with his for the first time. usually, he’d have tried this a lot sooner, but for reasons unknown to him, he’s treated you with a lot more care and reverence than he’s ever treated anyone before. a sudden ringing interrupts the moment, though. you casually take out your phone and all the aforementioned contentment in your eyes flushes out as you see the contact information. 

“h-hello?” you say unsteadily as you unlace your hand with his and walk away. 

he can’t quite hear what you’re saying from the distance you’re at, but he can see how wound up you are. he tries to be considerate and tune out your conversation, but when he hears you yelling and the person on the other end of the line yelling back, he can’t help but be engrossed. you’re borderline screaming now about something related to money. something about a sibling of yours, maybe. something about how you’re tired of being taken advantage of and how the other person is being unfair. you’re angry, he can tell. indignant, even, but all of that leaves your demeanor when you deflate with insincere apologies and a sense of relenting out of sheer defeat. after the explosive call ends, you walk back to him with the same exhaustion permeating through your bones that he’s become so familiar with. even though you’re dressed and primped so beautifully, nothing can cover the tiredness of your entire person.

“i’m sorry you had to hear that,” you say in a monotone voice. 

“o-oh. it’s alright. is… is everything okay?” he tries tentatively.

“yeah,” you say with the most forced smile he’s ever seen. 

“do you… do you want to talk about it?” he asks.

you sigh. normally, you would not. normally, you’d brush it off and just call chaeyoung to blow off some steam, but for some reason, you’re so frustrated that you can’t help but want to tell somebody other than chaeyoung because you know you rely too much on her for comfort. as for that somebody being beomgyu, you, for some reason, somewhat trust that he won’t go around telling everyone about your family troubles. you also vaguely feel that he won’t judge you, either.

for his part, beomgyu genuinely seems concerned. he seems like he wants to listen. he’s shown you, in the past month that you’ve known him, that he really does notice when you’re tired and cares enough to ask about you. he tries to cheer you up with coffee and snacks even though you have refused to divulge any of the details of your personal life thus far. what’s the harm in trying to trust him? you feel like you can tell him about this, so you do. and once you do, it’s like you can’t stop.

you tell him all the dirty details of your home life and just how fucked up it is. you tell him about how you’re forced to work a full time job on top of being a full time student to help with your family back at home. it’s not that you mind helping out, but they show you no consideration or care and you’re always left feeling like you’re just there to be their workhorse no matter how many times you tell them that you’re tired. the only time they ever contact you is to try to wring every last penny out of you. your sibling, of course, is the exception, and is the only reason why you keep doing it aside from your unfettered guilt that you were practically born feeling. your need for validation has not sprung from nothing, and it seems like your money is the only way to get it from the people you reluctantly call your family. you don’t delve into details about the abuse you’ve endured, either, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. still, you can't help but love them. you just wish they loved you, too.

when you’re finished speaking, you don’t even realize that you’re crying until beomgyu gingerly wipes your tears away. oh no, you think. you’ve said too much. he’s going to be scared off just like every other guy you’ve told about your emotional baggage. who would want somebody whose life is in shambles? your self esteem is low, your financial circumstances are almost as equally dire, and you have no redeeming qualities you can think of. what have you done?

you hurriedly apologize for your outburst and wipe your tears away in a frenzy. 

“s-sorry. just ignore me,” you say with a shaky breath and he can see you folding into yourself. 

“why would i ignore you?” he asks, cupping your face. “you haven't done anything wrong. i’m so sorry that you’re being treated this way, and i’m even more sorry that you feel the way you do. you don’t deserve this, you know?” 

your eyes snap up to his at his words. does he really mean them? his eyebrows are knitted in concern and he seems like he really does care. 

“it’s… it’s okay. i’m fine. i should be used to it by now, but i’m just so, so tired all of the time. i feel like everybody on this planet just wants to use me,” you sob. “everybody besides chaeyoung a-and now, maybe, you,” you admit, grabbing one of the hands that holds your cheek. he feels like he’s been electrocuted as your words resonate in his heart. he is using you. he is planning on throwing you away at his earliest convenience once he’s done with you. 

but he’s increasingly unsure if he wants to do that, anymore. with every day that you spend together, he finds himself wanting to soak up every part of you. he wants to know everything about you. your likes and dislikes, what makes you tick and what makes you smile, and, now, what makes you feel so sad all of the time. he wants to be the one who takes away all of your exhaustion. he wants to be the shoulder you can cry on. he realizes that he never wants to see you sad ever again, and, more than that, he realizes that he’s felt this way for a while. when he began to genuinely care about you, he doesn’t know for sure, but it may have been the moment you told him how to win chaeyoung over as if you never expected anyone to be kind to you for good reasons. he realizes that he’s wanted to prove you wrong and that you’re worth giving a fuck about ever since then. 

“sorry if that’s too much,” you say in lieu of his pensive silence, pulling away from his touch, but he pulls you into a tight hug before you can fully separate yourself from him. 

“don’t be sorry. i want to hear about these things, if it makes you feel better. i want my girlfriend to trust me,” he says softly. 

“your girlfriend?” you ask incredulously. 

“well, yeah? i mean, if you want to be, of course,” he says sheepishly. 

“of course i do!” you say excitedly. you throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a sweet kiss. your lips are soft and so, so warm. warmer than anything he’s ever felt before.

-

it’s a mere month before graduation, and you and beomgyu have been together for a few months now. every day is blissful. he convinces you to relax, and his mere presence is enough to soothe your nerves. the exhaustion that previously hung around you like a curse is pretty much gone and a spark of life has finally entered your countenance. he feels proud when he thinks that he helped put it there.

every time you’re overwhelmed at work, he seems to notice before you do, and he always stops by with a meal because he already knows you forget to eat when you’re stressed. by the same token, you reciprocate this sentiment by showing up to his apartment and helping him through some of his harder coursework with no complaint, even though your workload is considerably heavier. he resists, at first, but you insist on helping as much as you can and you tell him it makes you happy just to help him a fraction of how he’s helped you. 

you don’t realize that you’ve helped him just as much. you’ve made him into a better person, unconsciously or not. you’re so considerate of his feelings and always make him feel important no matter how busy you are. he’s never felt this way about anyone or anything before, but he’s so grateful you’ve shown him how much love has to offer. love. he never expected to find it in such an unconventional way, but he knows it when he feels it. 

-

heeseung, for his part, is pretty satisfied. after months of chasing, chaeyoung has finally agreed to go on a date with him. he has promised her a picnic and a night of stargazing, which she happily agreed to. when she tells you about her upcoming date with heeseung, you’re a little surprised. what are the chances that beomgyu’s friend knew what you had suggested to beomgyu when you thought he was interested in chaeyoung? but they’re friends. best friends, even. it’s not shocking to think that if heeseung expressed interest in dating chaeyoung, that beomgyu would share what he knows. you snuff the light of suspicion out with a vengeance. hasn’t beomgyu shown you how much he really cares about you? how could you doubt him like that? you’re a bad girlfriend for even entertaining that thought.

-

it’s another dreary day in the library for beomgyu. he just wishes you weren’t working so you could hang at his apartment and make out, but he knows you’re swamped with work these days, so it’s all just a fantasy. that doesn’t keep him from indulging in it, though. when heeseung pulls up a chair next to him, he audibly groans.

“what’s with the attitude?” heeseung playfully chastises. beomgyu doesn’t need to rely on his almost preternatural intuition to know that heeseung is over the moon right now.

“oh, i know. you’re thinking about your little girlfriend, aren’t you?” he teases. 

“so what if i am?” beomgyu snaps, a little too defensively.

“hey, man, i’m just kidding. you’ve done a great job on bagging her for me. my date with chaeyoung went great, by the way. thanks for asking.” beomgyu just rolls his eyes at heeseung’s obnoxiousness, which, if he recalls correctly, was one of chaeyoung’s turn-offs. 

“i’m glad it went well,” beomgyu says sarcastically, devoid of any sincerity.

“for paying your half of the rent for months, it better have! it was worth it, though. so, so worth it.” 

“what the fuck are you talking about?” a sudden voice cuts in from out of the blue. chaeyoung. oh no. 

“n-nothing,” heeseung says hastily, looking like a deer in headlights. beomgyu can only stare with widened eyes — too shocked to do anything else.

“bullshit. you said you paid his rent because he ‘bagged her’ for you. were you talking about who i think you’re talking about?” heeseung rushes to deny it, but she turns her hardened gaze to beomgyu.

“were you fucking talking about who i think you’re talking about?” chaeyoung repeats through gritted teeth. beomgyu feels his heart sinking to his stomach. his whole world has come crashing down around him and he feels like he could just die from the shame. he wishes he could deny it, but her eyes are teeming with a sense of knowing. 

“y-yes,” he says softly while breaking eye contact with her and looking at his hands, which he didn’t even know he was wringing. a sudden burst of pain on his cheek tears his gaze away from them, though, as chaeyoung slaps him square across the face.

“you’re a piece of shit, you know that? she trusted you, and you know how hard it is for her to do that. you’re fucking filthy,” she says in rage and disgust. the librarian has now come to investigate the disturbance, but chaeyoung quickly says she’s already on her way out. before she goes, though, she sends one last damning look at beomgyu and leaves her parting words. 

“just you fucking wait until i tell her about this, you son of a bitch.” 

-

beomgyu is anxious beyond words. he doesn’t know if he should call you, text you, or show up to your apartment groveling on his knees. he doesn’t have the time to do any of it, however, before he sees a text from you saying that you’re coming over. 

when you arrive, that same old tired look you always had before meeting him is there, and it has increased exponentially. gone is the vigor you two had fought so hard to restore. oh no.

he tries to greet you, but you just hold a hand up to stop him in his tracks. you take a seat on the couch and look so tense you could explode at any moment.

“chae already told me, but i want… i need to hear it from you. is it true?” you ask shakily. 

“baby, listen, i was—” 

“is. it. true?” you repeat impatiently. 

“... yes, but i—” 

“i see,” you say with a solemn nod and a tight-lipped smile. his mouth feels dry as he waits for you to elaborate, but after a long, long silence, he realizes that’s all you have to say in the face of his deceit. he wishes you would cry, or be angry and yell at him for lying to you. it’s infinitely worse, somehow, to see you accepting it as if it was a matter of course. and, to you, it is. of course he wouldn’t like you — let alone love you. of course it was all a sick, cosmic joke. that’s what you are. this is what you deserve, and you’re an idiot for expecting anything different from him or anyone else.

“well, i guess you’ve won the bet,” you sigh, rising from your seat and smoothing down your skirt. “congratulations.” 

his eyes are watery now, but you perceive it as the reaction of a child getting caught doing something he knew was wrong in the first place. you have accepted things with the type of resignation only a truly defeated person would have, and it breaks him more than he ever supposed anything could.

“don’t be sad,” you can’t help but add when you notice his upper lip trembling. “you can smile; i know you want to. now you won’t have to deal with me anymore. i’m sorry for wasting your time.” your words snatch him out of his entranced state and he’s rushing to get his next thoughts out with a desperation he can only describe as primal. 

“n-no, that’s not it at all! and don't be sorry! i… i’m the one who’s sorry. i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean —” 

“it’s okay,” you cut in with a knowing smile, which shatters the last remnants of his heart. “i understand. i really, really do. i know you’re not a bad person. it’s my fault for taking this whole thing too seriously.” your smile is still there, but it has twisted into something truly ironic and teeming with disgust. not toward him, he realizes, but toward yourself. “i should’ve known better.” 

he’s rendered speechless once again, but you don’t give him a chance to collect his thoughts before walking away, closing the door lightly behind you. what words can he say to you to undo what he’s done? he wishes he could dig out his heart so you’d understand his true intentions. they were ill at first, yes, but they’ve evolved into something different entirely. something so sincere and pure he doesn’t dare to show it to anyone other than you. and you’re so calm about this entire situation, it’s driving him mad. how could you think so lowly of yourself as to see this coming? how could you think his actions were anything less than appalling and cruel? and, oh god, what has he done?

-

you’re okay. you really, really are. living in the aftermath of what you had foolishly believed was love is painful, to say the very least, but there are worse things, after all. what those things could be, you can’t seem to think of at the moment, but you know they exist even if you don’t have the energy to ponder them at present. chaeyoung, as expected, is more loving than ever. she rarely leaves your side these days. she’s always been clingy, but there is a level of doting and care she reaches without complaint on her part. beomgyu, to his credit, has seemingly taken the hint and fucked off. he doesn’t show up to your shared class and you took the liberty of blocking him on everything you could possibly think of. even it he hadn’t gotten the memo, chaeyoung is by your side like a rabid dog and she will gladly bite if he approaches. you’re grateful for that, you guess. him essentially cutting himself out of your life has made pretending like he never existed much easier. there are still traces of him, though, and they haunt you viciously. 

-

there’s a party celebrating your impending graduation, and you would rather die than go, to be honest, but chaeyoung makes such a convincing argument that you can’t help but relent after hearing her drone on and on about how you deserve to have fun and let loose since your college years are ending and you have yet to fully put yourself out there in terms of student life. you will, in all likelihood (and with any hope), never see most of these people again, so will it kill you to just let go for once? on top of that, it will be a welcome distraction from your downward spiral that inevitably comes when you think of beomgyu. 

you don’t really know what you’re doing when it comes to dressing up besides the basics, but chaeyoung knows more than her fair share and is all too willing to doll you up in a way you previously thought was impossible. after her flitting hands while doing your makeup and careful choices in wardrobe, you barely recognize yourself. for once, you feel good. you feel confident. you even almost feel worthy of standing alongside a drop-dead gorgeous girl such as your best friend, so when you enter the door of the house party, you don’t feel as small as can be under the scrutinizing gazes of all the usual party goers. one familiar pair of eyes watches you in awe, though, even if you don’t notice. you’re much too engrossed in the atmosphere of pure fun to recognize anything else.

you’re not really one for dancing — far too awkward and uncoordinated to really try it — so you sit as comfortably as you can on the decidedly uncomfortable couch and sip on what must be your third drink this evening. you’re smiling in contentment at the sight of chaeyoung dancing with her new crush. if you can't be happy, you’ll be satisfied with her happiness, instead. this is how it should be, you think. this is how it always should’ve been. 

you’re so stuck in your thoughts you don’t even turn your head at the feeling of the couch sinking as a boy sits next to you. that is, until he clears his throat and you’re snapping your eyes up to meet his.

“i’m taehyun. i’ve never seen you around before,” he casually remarks. he’s really beautiful, like, fresh off the runway beautiful. you almost wonder if he’s talking to somebody else for a second, but his expectant eye contact with you tells you otherwise. you shyly introduce yourself and mumble something about parties not particularly being your scene.

“really?” he smiles. “that’s a shame. i wish i’d seen you before tonight.” you can’t help but blush. “i’d like to get to know you, if that’s alright.” you’re not so stupid as to fall for a man with honeyed words, at least not again, but you find yourself caring less and less about the repercussions as your head feels foggier and foggier. so what if this is a sick joke? you’re almost out of this hellish purgatory you call school life, anyway. even if taehyun doesn’t end up liking you, what’s the harm in indulging in a little fun while you can? you’re not going to put your heart on the line again — you’re too jaded for that — but maybe you can enjoy his company for what it is, no matter how fleeting it may be. so before you can think any better of it, you agree. 

or, at least, you try to, but your sentiment is cut short with a sharp tugging of your arm.

“beomgyu, what are you doing?” you hiss as he leads you to an unfortunate-smelling bathroom.

“i-i need to talk to you,” he replies sheepishly. 

“what’s there to talk about?” you ask with a sigh. “i’m not mad at you. i forgive you. so what else do you want from me?” you actually seem a little annoyed, which he has never seen before from you. it causes him to sputter and almost lose his train of thought.

“you know what i want to talk about…” he says meekly. 

“oh? the fact that you dated me and said you loved me because of a bet?” you can't help the bitterness that laces its way around the edges of your words.

“yes, it was for a bet, but then it wasn’t about that,  anymore. i really did fall for you. i… i love you.” 

“i don't believe you.”

“b-but i mean it! how can i make you trust me?” his voice is overrun with desperation, but you quirk your eyebrow at his words.

“you can't make me do anything. i don't know what you're getting out of this, maybe some sick satisfaction that you can pick me back up again at your leisure? maybe you just feel bad for me? whatever it is, i don't care anymore.”

“no! listen to me, i really do care about you! i know i hurt you, but let me be there for you. i… i'll prove to you how much i care. how much i love you.” you're quiet for a long, long time. an excruciatingly long time. you seem to consider every syllable he just uttered, but you don’t seem fazed by his sincere words at all, and he worries he's losing you for good. before he can stop himself, he gently cups your face in his hands and tenderly runs the pads of his thumbs across your cheeks. you don't push him away and, for that, he’s grateful.

“alright. alright, i do believe you. i believe you love and care about me,” you admit with a sigh. he lets out a shaky breath he didn’t even know he was holding in before he presses his forehead against yours. thank god you believe him. maybe you don’t trust him yet, but he’ll do everything in his power to earn it back.

“i believe you, but it’s not enough,” you say resolutely, grabbing his hands and prying them off of you. his heart sinks and he can’t help but feel the sting of tears in his eyes.

“i forgive you, i really, really do, but you can't treat people however you want and expect things to go back to the way they were just because you’re sorry. i can’t… i won’t accept that.” he winces and he makes no move to stop his tears from falling now, but he bites his lip to stop the whimpers.

“you know me. you know how hard it is for me to… to believe that i’m worth loving.” he flinches at your self-deprecating words and he wishes he could kiss your face and erase any doubts of your worthiness. you are the most lovable person in the world to him. he wants to shake you and demand that you see it, but what right does he have to do so? instead, all he can do is shake his head furiously in denial of your sentiments.

“and everything you said, everything you did, just makes me believe that i’m right about myself. even if you mean it now, i can't get over the fact that it was all a lie from the start. if you love and care about me like you say you do, don’t you think i deserve better than that? better than having to be reminded that the person i love the most in this world only chose me because he wanted to get his rent paid?”

“i’m… i’m so sorry,” he repeats with a whine. “i wish i could go back in time and redo everything.”

“but you can’t,” you say softly, and he whines again, like an animal. 

“i promise… i promise that i really love you, okay? and i’ll wait for as long as i have to for you to see that,” he says between sobs. you can’t help but feel sorry for him. you’ve seen beomgyu cry from stress, but never from the pure, unadulterated amount of pain he’s feeling as of now. you almost want to acquiesce and let him have his way, but you can’t do that. you don’t have much dignity to speak of, but even you can’t tolerate a betrayal this sizable. maybe, before you met him, you would have, but ironically enough, his presence has taught you that you should never compromise yourself like that for anyone. not even for the one you love the most.

“thank you, beomie,” you say softly, “but i don’t want you to wait for me. i want you to be happy, okay?” you ask as you stand on your tiptoes and press a goodbye kiss to his forehead. “and i’ll try to be happy, too.” without waiting for an answer, you leave the bathroom and shut the door behind you. 

“i don’t want to be happy if it’s not with you,” he mumbles bitterly, but you’re too far away to hear it.

notes pt. 2: is this cheesy? YES. do i care? ONLY A LITTLE BIT. anyway like i said lmk if u want a part two <3

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Well I know this sounds corny, but whenever I feel the temptation of peer pressure, I turn to God and he helps me through the problem.

CRUEL INTENTIONS (1999) dir. Roger Kumble

[aenslem]

Cruel Intentions (1999) Dir. Roger Kumble

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RYAN PHILLIPPE as SEBASTIAN VALMONT Cruel Intentions (1999) directed by Roger Kumble

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Sarah Michelle Gellar in Cruel Intentions (1999) dir Roger Kumble

[rachmcadams]

"Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. When I get through with Cecile, she'll be the premiere tramp of the New York area."

Cruel Intentions (1999) dir. Roger Kumble

[bakerolivia]

CRUEL INTENTIONS ( 1999 ) dir. roger kumble

[explicit-tae]

ughh I just came back from re reading the cruel intentions drabbleee, I want to see girl dad jungkook so badd

no but girl dad jungkook that just lets her do whatever she wants, whenever she wants against the mc's will

Punishment

Jungkook cannot help but release a sigh - a sigh so deep from his chest that he has to take a deep breath to regain back all of the oxygen he let out. His hands rub at his temples, eyes closing a bit so he can process the words that the young man before him speaks.

“Who…why are you here?”

Jungkook was tired - simple. He was tired of running this empire that was known as Bangtan. Sure, he wasn’t doing it alone. But it was enough to drive his stress levels high. He often had headaches having to deal with the new recruits - all young and determined, but dumb as shit and often made mistakes.

“You can’t keep hurting the men that work for you, Kook.” Yoongi had said to him one day, scolding him with his tone and those feline-like eyes. 

“I-I don’t know what you mean, Jeon-ssi.” the young man murmurs, sitting across from Jungkook as he speaks. He’s obviously nervous, hands trembling in his lap.

“Someone had to have let you on to this job because I sure as hell didn’t!” Jungkook barks, crashing his hand down onto his desk. “I bet it was Taehyung, huh? He always wants to give me his shitty people.”

The last thing Jungkook needed was to deal with more shit - on top of more shit. Over the course of the last few months, he had to pick up the slack of other new recruits. His products were being lost, which meant his money was slowing down (not enough to hinder him, just enough to piss him off) which meant he had clients waiting longer than what they should be.

“I apologize, Jeon-ssi. I should have been more attentive-”

“More attentive to my product?” Jungkook leans forward. On his desk is a brick of what is supposed to be coke sent straight from overseas - what he got was not coke. “Have you ever done drugs?”

The man - boy, he appeared to be in his late teens - shakes his head with wider eyes. 

Jungkook turns his eyes to the surrounding men, all standing behind the one seated across from him. They were all seemingly new, some here longer than others. 

“This is not coke.” Jungkook murmurs. “You were instructed to check the product before handing them millions of my money, correct?”

“Yes, but-”

“Shut up.” Jungkook hisses. “Now what we got is some cheap imitation of fucking coke and I’m down millions of fucking dollars because of you,” Jungkook points at the wide-eye boy. “and all of you,” he waves his arms around to the surrounding men. “who cannot do something so simple!”

Jungkook wants to ask his hyung’s what they do when their men act foolish if he was instructed to not hurt them. His hand itches to strike each and every one of them and he was trying his hardest to be the bigger person.

Jungkook closes his eyes. “Just take a deep breath…” he hears your voice in his mind; so soothing and calm. 

Jungkook opens his eyes and stands. “Tomorrow, you all will be going back overseas and getting me my money back. This,” Jungkook picks up the brick of cocaine - if only it was authentic, and throws it at one man - it hits him in the chest harshly. “is unacceptable.”

The room is silent as Jungkook gives his orders. He doesn’t dismiss them properly and only waves his hands for them to leave. They all scurry off, seemingly throwing one another out the door to be out of the older man's sights.

“I’m proud.”

Jungkook groans again at hearing the voice.

“Jimin.”

“You never add hyung to my name anymore.” Jimin enters the room and behind him, another young recruit. “I’m hurt.”

“Why the fuck is he here?” Jungkook didn’t have time for small talk. “Please…please don’t tell me you fucked up again?”

Jungkook doesn’t have the mental capacity to handle the amount of screw ups everyone has been throwing his way lately. 

“Ji-hu…” Jimin pushes the younger man inside the office. “...tell Kookie,” 

“Don’t call me that.” Jungkook injects. “Speak.” he then says to Ji-hu.

Jimin shuts the door to the office behind him and leans against him. He is always amused when Jungkook is visibly upset.

“I…we may have-”

“May have?” Jungkook quoted. “You may have what? It’s either you did or you didn’t?”

Ji-hu glances away for a moment. “The heist…”

Jungkook groans loudly, crashing against his seat.

“I told Taehyung-”

“As did I.” Jimin nods in agreement before Jungkook can finish his sentence. “These new batches of men we have are completely useless. You all are always fucking up.”

“Don’t we pay you enough, Ji-hu?” Jungkook stands, rounding the desk and stalking his way towards Ji-hu. “You were appointed leader of that heist because I am well aware of your abilities. You let me down like the rest of them.”

Jimin crosses his arms just as Jungkook slaps Ji-hu on the side of his head. He proceeds to do it a few more times, letting out more frustration than necessary on the poor boy - but he would be lying if he said it wasn’t an amusing sight. Jungkook looked more like a father disciplining his child than anything else. 

“I’m sorry, Jeon-ssi-”

“Jimin, where’s everyone else that was on the heist?”

“Outside. Would you like me to get them, Kookie?”

Jungkook glares at his older friend but only nods. 

It took five minutes for the rest of the men to return and now Jungkook decides that, however comical it may be to Jimin, that he had to do what was right to shape these men into where they need to be.

Yoongi would be proud that he wasn’t causing damaging harm to them.

Jungkook swings the belt against the younger mens back, each blow slapping against their skin harshly and leaving a stinging effect each time. 

“I shouldn’t have to beat you all into submission,” Jungkook hisses, slamming down his belt more on the four men. “I don’t even have to do this to my own son!”

Jimin wants to say it was because Jungkook would never hit Jin-seon - who now is a direct carbon copy of his father at the age of 10,  attitude and all. Jin-seon’s behavior is often excused by his father and only corrected by his mother, but knowing how Jungkook was raised, Jimin understands why he allows his son to do whatever he wishes.

There’s a knock on the door that halts Jungkook’s beating to his men. He turns towards Jimin who only shrugs his shoulders.

“Enter.” Jungkook sighs, turning towards the door fully.

The door opens and immediately, Jungkook’s eyes soften.

You widen your own eyes at the four men, all cowering on the ground with welts on their exposed skin. You’re holding a large tray in your arms and you contemplate turning away.

“Appa, look!”

“Jin-ah, appa’s busy-”

Your daughter doesn’t care - she never did. 

Jimin watches as Jin-ah, the small 5 year old girl, runs towards her father who kneels down to bring her into his arms. She isn't fazed by the four men who are forming bruises onto their skin as she had seen this before on accident. “They were being bad so appa had to punish them, baby. No need to worry.” was what Jungkook had told her when she asked why a few men were bleeding all over the place. 

“Eomma and me made lunch!” Jin-ah is excited, her eyes wide with excitement. She had most of the lunch she prepared herself - a complete mess that only a five year old could make - on a tray and insisted that you and she take it to her father. Jungkook would eat whatever concoction Jin-ah made for him, the worst being ramen cooked in coffee and milk because she knew her father liked them.

“I made the tea.” you sigh, stepping into the room. There was no stopping Jin-ah now. “Um,”

You glance down again to the men on the ground. 

“They were being bad, eomma.” Jin-ah says, pointing to the men. 

Jimin cackles at this while you only sigh, wishing Jungkook would try better to not normalize what he’s involved with to the children. 

“Very bad.” Jungkook hugs Jin-ah tighter, peppering her soft cheeks with kisses. His heart swells when his daughter wraps her small arms around his neck.

“Can I banish them?” your daughter asks when she’s releasing her father’s neck.

“It’s pronounced punish-”

Jungkook is interrupted by your stern hiss. “No! You can’t!” you walk over the men who remained kneeling on the ground to place the tray onto Jungkook’s desk. “Let’s go-”

“I wanna stay.” Jin-ah clings onto her father, nails digging into his shirt. 

“Why don’t we all just have a little tea party?” Jimin claps his hands. “Come, Jin-ah, sit on the ground with us.”

Jimin grabs the tea just as Jungkook allows his daughter down. She goes towards Jimin who has set out four glass cups - taken from Jungkook’s liquor cabinet - and into each of the men’s hands. “Pour them their tea, Jin-ah.”

“I-I don’t really drink tea-”

“You’ll drink whatever my daughter serves you.” Jungkook isn’t amused with the lack of respect for his daughter’s hospitality.

“Yes, Jeon-ssi.”

Jin-ah is happy to pour the tea - that barely makes it into their cups and instead is poured on their hands and lap instead. To avoid any reaction from her father, then men remain quiet, dying on the inside at the burns they’ll be receiving. 

Jin-ah sits across from the men and speaks about nonsense - whatever cartoon she’s watched lately and what goes on at her school. You shake your head, turning your eyes to your husband. “Really?”

Jungkook has a soft smile on his lips as he looks at his daughter. “She looks so happy.” he murmurs. “How could I say no to her?”

You cross your arms. “I do it all the time.” you murmur. 

“I remember how small she was when she was first born. I knew she loved me when she didn’t cry in my arms.”

“You cried instead.” you snort, leaning against his desk at the memories of your daughter's birth. 

You suppose it was emotional for Jungkook as he wasn’t able to be there for Jin-seon’s. He was very attentive, determined to witness you during your entire pregnancy. It was astonishing to see  your stomach grow bigger and bigger each month.

“Let’s have another one.” Jungkook winks at you suggestively, jokingly. Though he wouldn’t be opposed. 

“No.” you deadpan and it causes Jungkook to wrap you into a tight embrace. “Dealing with three Jungkook’s is hectic enough. You truly want me to add a fourth?”

Jungkook only snickers, placing his lips at the nape of your neck. He inhales your sweet scent, a familiar scent of home to it.

[ferrisbuellers]

SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR as Kathryn Merteuil in CRUEL INTENTIONS (1999) dir. Roger Kumble

[chaoticroad]

“How can someone so charming be so manipulative?”

Cruel Intentions (1999) Dir. Roger Kumble

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CRUEL INTENTIONS (1999) dir. Roger Kumble