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[imagineproduce101]

Passion Ch. 9

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend.

read ch.1 here | read ch. 8 here | read ch 10 here

There was a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach, one that you weren’t used to—nerves. Today was the big day for your dance team. You and Jung Jung had been preparing for this moment since summer had started.

The two of you had signed up to compete as a duo in the big summer competition. Winning it would put your studio on the map, and give both you and Jung Jung recognition both as dancers and as choreographers.

You shook your head and rolled out from under the covers, shuffling towards the bathroom to start getting ready. Chungha and Yoojung had set out your outfit for the performance, and had given you very specific instructions for your makeup and hair. After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you got started on the makeup, carefully checking your phone frequently to make sure you were doing it properly.

Once your makeup looked reasonably okay, you did your best to style your hair, and then tugged the outfit on. Given how much time it had taken Chungha and Yoojung to finally settle on one, you were surprised at the simplicity of the black leggings and coral sweater.

On the bathroom counter next to you, your phone started buzzing from notifications. Seeing that it was Youngmin, you picked up.

“Hey, I’m here,” Youngmin said cheerfully. You had been surprised when Youngmin agreed to come to the event, given that his own dance group would be performing, without him. He’d assured you that he’d be alright, explaining that he’d rather go and experience being in the audience than distance himself entirely.

“Okay, I’ll be right down,” you replied, hurrying to scoop up your duffel bag. The hot summer air washed over you as soon as you left the house, and you ran down to where Youngmin’s car was waiting.

“Excited?” Youngmin asked, glancing over at you with a small smile before starting up the car.

“Nervous,” you confessed, leaning your head back against the headrest.

“To be honest, I am too,” Youngmin sighed, “for my own team. This is the first time that I wasn’t involved in anything for them, and I really want them to do well.”

You glanced over at Youngmin, feeling bad, “you know, you don’t have to follow your father’s words every time. You’re living your own life.”

Youngmin smiled wistfully over at you. “It’s not always that easy.” You shrugged. On the one hand, you understood that he needed to be realistic. After all, Youngmin would have to make a living, and the realistic route wasn’t necessarily the one that followed his dreams. But still, you’d seen the way he looked when he danced. It was like a whole different person in Youngmin’s skin, someone happier and more cheerful. “Anyways, it’ll be good for my father to see me there.”

“Why’s that?” You didn’t really see the connection from you dancing to his father.

“You know, he sees I can watch a dance performance without being in it, he thinks I’ll never dance again,” Youngmin shrugged, “win-win.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Youngmin’s side profile, as he ran a hand through his hair, focused on the road ahead. The lights from the street danced across his face, and you shook your head, looking out to the street as well.

“You need to live for yourself,” you murmured, not thinking he would hear.

Youngmin’s gaze flickered over to you for a split second before turning back to the road.

The bright lights warmed your skin, a feeling that you had missed. You were onstage alone as you took your starting position, ready to start as the opening notes of the song started.

The two of you had settled on The Hills by the Weeknd, with you dancing a solo to the verse by Nicki Minaj at the beginning. Jung Jung had insisted on having a section that was just you dancing, since he’d had a solo in the last choreography that you’d done.

Your body moved like it was second nature, having gone through the motions that it was like second nature. Jung Jung soon joined you onstage as the chorus started, holding firmly onto your waist as he slowly dipped you back.

The dance was incredibly intimate, with a lot of touching, but you and Jung Jung were practically siblings; you’d never felt any kind of romantic or sexual feelings towards him, and you knew that he hadn’t either. As you and Jung Jung landed every move right on beat, you felt that familiar rush course through your veins, and you had to suppress a smile.

In the audience, Youngmin wasn’t smiling, far from it; narrowed eyes trained on the incredibly close couple onstage, fingernails digging into his palms as he clenched his hands. An unfamiliar feeling bubbled up inside him that made him want to storm onstage and throw the stupid lanky dancer into a wall—jealousy. Youngmin breathed deeply in through his nose, practically hearing his step-mother’s voice in his head—‘don’t overreact’.

Onstage, Jung Jung wrapped his hands around your waist, drawing you close to him, foreheads touching, close enough to kiss.

Youngmin’s growled and shot up from his seat, stalking out of the venue into the cold night air to cool off.

I only call you when it’s half past five

The only time that I’ll be by your side

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me

“(y/n), nice job tonight!”

“Yeah, really (y/n), you killed it!”

“Ah, thank you,” you bowed quickly, cheeks flushing as you hurried to where Youngmin stood, since he was your ride home. “Ready?” You asked cheerfully, going to stand next to him.

Youngmin looked down at you, a strange look on his face.

“Youngmin?” Your forehead wrinkled in confusion, “you okay?”

“What the hell was that?” he ground out, folding his arms.

“What the hell do you mean?” you shot back, a wave of déjà vu washing over you. It felt like the first time the two of you had talked, the way that he peered down his nose at you, eyes flashing angrily. It made you want to punch his lights out.

“That dancing,” he folded his arms as well, eyes growing even angrier. It was late, and the two of you were the only ones in that corridor, so his voice ricocheted off of the walls, amplified.

“Yeah, I was dancing,” you glared up at him, “what the hell’s your problem?”

“My problem is that it’s out of line to dance that sexually with another guy,” Youngmin shouted, cheeks growing red in anger.

You took a step back, rage filling your body, “Im Youngmin, who the fuck do you think you are?” You snapped, “What gives you the right to say something like that—you’re not even my fucking boyfriend, you don’t have the right to get jealous!”

“Well, maybe I was jealous, okay?” Youngmin ran a finger through his hair, eyes never leaving yours, “Okay, you know what, maybe even though I’m not your real fucking boyfriend and this whole fucking thing was fake, maybe I was jealous, okay? And maybe, maybe I don’t want this whole fucking thing to be fake, but you’re right, what gives me the right to say something like that.”

Youngmin stood there, panting from his little tirade, hair a mess from the number of times he’d run his hands through his hair. You gaped at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed at his words, and his eyes remained on yours, intense and heavy.

“Whatever,” he groaned, breaking the eye contact, “I’ll call you a cab, just wait out in front and don’t do anything stupid.” With that, he turned on his hell and stalked off, leaving you to just gape after him, still processing what the hell had just happened.

As you laid in bed that night, you kept tossing and turning, Youngmin’s words ringing in your ears.

Maybe I don’t want this whole thing to be fake.

Did Youngmin really want to date you? And even further, did you want to date him?

No way, you thought crossly to yourself, rolling over onto your side. After all, you hated the guy.

But if he asked…

You sighed, turning onto your stomach. You couldn’t deny the fact that Youngmin’s small smiles and jokes made your heart flutter. You liked Youngmin, and that fact wasn’t going to change no matter how much you rolled over in bed.

the end is near my friends ;)

[wannaonescenarios]

could i request just a small au for youngmin?? any kind would be okay!!

thanks for requesting!!

- barista youngmin who always loves making lattes

- makes that cute foam art and always makes little hearts or flowers hehe

- even though it’s not the best paying job around, he works really hard at what he does and for that, the manager can’t help but love him lol

- ‘’theres no way manager jonghyun favors me’’

- ‘’hyung,,,he gave you a week off,,,he didn’t even give me that when i asked’’

- ‘’oops??”

- and especially when he’s running off orders and his satoori gets in the way

- ‘’…did you just say paca?”

- ‘’huh?? no they ordered an iced caramel macchiato??’’

- ‘’…okay’’

- does his best to wish everyone a nice day, even if the people are rude back to him, he just bites his tongue and continues to smile

- works with fellow barista daehwi who is new to 101 cafe and protects him from angry customers when they are rude to him

- you’re a regular at the cafe because your roommate likes to get it on all the time so you hang out at the cafe to do work until whenever your roommate lets you back in

- youngmin knows your order by heart because he sees you often

- always gives you the biggest smile and makes small talk as he’s taking your order

- personally delivers the coffee to you and always gives you a small cookies for free (even though his co-workers daehwi and donghyun like to tease him about that hehe)

- daehwi likes to tease him about you and youngmin is flustered because,,,he’s not denying what daehwi is saying,,and that,,he really likes you,,

- takes him a while to muster up the courage to get your number and they have to hype him up behind the counter before he does

- so one day you walk in and order your regular

- and youngmin is unusually quiet, normally he’s so talkative and smiley towards you but now, he’s avoiding your gaze and giving you a small smile

- you’re like ??? but brush it off and go wait at a table for your order

- from the bar, daehwi is like ‘’fighting!!” and youngmin just gulps because he’s finally doing it?? confessing ???

- he serves you your drink and he sees the way you light up when you see the foam art

- and tbh he’s kinda blunt (in my opinion) so he just blurts it out because he might chicken out and if he wasn’t going to say it now, when would he?

- ‘’i really like you,,,and i was wondering if you would like to go out to eat for lunch sometime,,if that’s okay?’’

- and you’re like

- ‘’are you asking me out on a date?”

- and youngmin just flushes red but he manages to nod and behind him, he can hear the distinct sounds of daehwi squealing

- ‘’okay!”

- at that his head just shoots up and looks at you with surprise and you just,,,laugh because he honestly looked like he expected you to reject him lol

- and finally mustering up the courage, he manages to maintain eye contact before

- ‘’we could go today or whenever you’re free,,but could i have your number before you leave?”

[atinysunbaby]

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Cold Water - Youngmin

The date scenario with Jihoon was so damn cuteeee!! Can you do a Youngmin scenario where you go on a date at the beach or something and you two are like really playful and teasing each other all the time? Plsss <3

(Admin: Babyboiii, I’m glad you like our pro101s2 scenario)

Youngmin was looking towards the water holding his arms up, talking about how beautiful it was.

“Y’N come here,” he turned a little too late, you completed your sneak attack pushing him into the water, he shouted your name grabbing your arm while he stumbled forward into the water eventually falling, “you’re evil,” he laughed, tugging your arm until you fell into the water with him.

“It’s cold,” you complained splashing water onto his face, he playfully glared at you splashing water back at you.

you pulled yourself to your feet crouching still, he did the same, the two of you continued to assault each other with watcher laughing to yourselves. Youngmin took quick steps towards you once you’d stood up stretching your arms over your head. Youngmin wrapped his arms around your waist, the area his arms touched warmed you. He started to pull you deeper into the water, before falling backward into it with you still in his arms, you squealing hitting at his chest.

“Ah it’s cold,” he laughed, you splashed water onto his face, trying to pull yourself from his grip, but he only tightened his grip more, “you’re not going anywhere,” he shook his head, his hair falling into his face.

You pushed his hair back, he smiled sitting up to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

“Let’s get changed then go eat,” Youngmin suggested, he let go of your hips before lacing his fingers with your own.

“Sounds like a plan, I’m going to take a shower first though,” you said following behind him, Youngmin quirked an eyebrow at you, “no,” you said before he even asked, Youngmin laughed smiling towards you.

“Okay, seriously though, let’s enjoy our trip,” the two of you talked more on the way back to your hotel.

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Is this boy really 23?

[chesungs]

baby i miss you :(

[daybreakx]

“Open it” + AB6IX Youngmin

festive prompt list

female reader.

warnings: pregnancy, a little suggestive.

a/n: I don’t officially write for AB6IX, but I am obsessed with Youngmin (I’ve thought he’s cute since broduce but right now he’s really hitting me with the feels) so I hope this turns out well.

Also anon who requested with Youngmin, I love you and this is totally because of you (and for you), although I sort of mixed both your suggestions so I hope you don’t mind!

The fact that your boyfriend’s birthday was on Christmas Day, always meant he got double the presents. It also meant there were usually a lot of people at your house since early hours in the morning, so that’s why you woke Youngmin way sooner than he expected. 

“Five more minutes” he groaned, trying to hold on to you before you completely left your shared bed “Please? It’s my birthday”

“No, come on, we have to get changed” you laughed “And I want to give you your present before everyone gets here”

“Oh is that so?” raising one eyebrow he smirked, scooting closer to you “I like the sound of that”

“Alright so get up” pushing him off before he could actually reach for your face with his lips, you got out of bed, leaving Youngmin pouting and a little confused, “Also, Happy Birthday love” you leaned over the mattress and kissed him softly.

“Thank you, I love you” Youngmin finally pushed the covers aside, smiling brightly as he prepared for the day ahead.

You were still making the last arrangements for Youngmin’s celebration at your house, when he came down the stairs, still wearing that beautiful smile. 

“You look handsome” you approached him again, letting him wrap his arms around you “I have a present for you.”

“I feel like you’ve been saying that all morning” he chuckled, kissing your cheek “Thank you for working so hard for this whole Christmas, birthday thing”

“It’s okay, I love you and I want you to have a nice time” smiling at him again, you “Come on, let’s open some presents”

Leading him into the living room, you had set three small boxes wrapped in bright red paper in the coffee table. Youngmin sat on the couch in front of the small table, and grabbed the first one, shaking it a bit to try and figure out what it was.

“Open it” you encouraged him, getting extremely excited yourself, he was in for a huge surprise.

Youngmin got rid of the wraping pretty fast, and opened the small box, he gave you a confused look as he took out a small sneaker out of it. “Is this a keychain?”

You shook your head, suppressing a laugh. “Continue!”

Leaving the sneaker aside, he grabbed the second box, still confused about its contents when he took out a tiny sock out of it. This time, something started clicking in his head, as he looked at the shoe, the sock and then at you. Without a word, but his movements getting quicker he took the third box between his shaky hands. Almost ripping apart the whole box, his eyes opened twice as big than before, “Are you for real?” he asked, his voice louder and three tones higher than usual. It was the positive pregnancy test, what he found on the third package.

You nodded repeteadly, biting your bottom lip. “Merry Christmas?”

Youngmin jumped back on his feet and in a second, he was lifting you off the ground, arms tightly wrapped around you as he kept saying “I love you” over and over again. 

“I’m going to be a dad!” he yelled, his tone of voice back to normal, but still loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear him. “Thank you, y/n, this is the best present ever” his eyes sparkled with emotion as he finally stopped moving, grabbing your face with both hands he continued speaking: “I love you so much, thank you for making me the happiest man on Earth”

“I love you too” you pulled him a little closer by the neck “I’m so happy to start this family with you”.

[is1it0true1]

AB6IX as Chicken Dishes

Warning: Full crack & very long post w/o keep reading option

IM YOUNGMIN

You can tell it's a salty one.

Bonus: he sounds like a chicken

JEON WOONG

A very rich flavour

Bonus:

KIM DONGHYUN

Well, we all know that he have experienced being this chicken himself.

Bonus:

PARK WOOJIN

Very spicy.

Bonus: he is ready to take off

LEE DAEHWI

A whole variety.

Bonus:

But how are these chicken so beautiful?

[golchaworld]

[10:23am]

There’s an empty space instead of a warm body when you reach out, eyes blinking and slowly bringing you further into consciousness.  You pout, wondering how all 6 feet of your boyfriend could have disappeared so early in the morning.  You take a moment to stretch before rolling over on your other side, finally spotting the open bedroom door.

Your feet meet the cold wood of your bedroom floor softly, the change in temperature waking you up fully.  As you make your way out of your room and down the hall, you can hear faint mumbles over the sizzle of a pan.  

You’re unable to prevent the smile that erupts on your face once you reach the kitchen.  Youngmin stands in front of the stove, sweatpants slung low on his hips, while the shirt he was supposed to be wearing hangs loosely from your frame.  He moves softly to his own rhythm, set by the soft rap he mumbles under his breath.  The pan sizzles once again as he flips the blueberry pancakes he had been bent over all morning.

Youngmin startles as your arms wrap around his bare waist, making it clear that he had been unaware of your presence.  “God, babe.  You scared me.”  

He chuckles when you place a soft kiss in between his shoulder blades.

“What are you doing awake?  I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.”

“You know I can’t sleep when you’re not there.”

Youngmin sighs, knowing how much you complain about not being able to sleep when he’s away.  He pushes the thought aside, though, turning around and placing an unexpected kiss on your lips instead.  When he pulls away, you’re both smiling too wide, cheeks pulled up in lazy bliss.

“Go back to bed,” Youngmin coos.  “I’ll be there in a minute.”

You nod in response, quickly leaning up to steal another kiss before turning away to head back to your bedroom.  Youngmin smiles again, shaking his head at your antics.  He turns back to the stove after you disappear down the hallway, letting his face drop.  He flips another pancake, wondering how he’s going to tell you that he’s leaving tomorrow.

[6ixfics]

pour up / youngmin

rated T word count: 795

PART ONE

if youngmin was ever sure of anything, it would be that he never got over you. it didn’t matter which part of you, or which aspect of your personality; it was only common knowledge among his friends that the thought of you always lingered in his head. since the very first step you took out of his penthouse, bags packed and not a single trace of you left behind, youngmin has never stopped missing you.

even on nights he rode till late, beating traffic lights, speeding across the highways, more often than not, he’d find himself on the route to your apartment block as if on auto-pilot. and then the realisation hits him and he drifts as he makes a u-turn to wherever the motorcycle takes him.

he tries to get drunk every time his body drags him into a club, indifferent and emotionless. yet his heart remains cold and the same, taking a stranger back home just to temporarily overcome the loneliness that has washed over the penthouse. as though he’s merely trying to convince himself that he’s doing well without you. as though he wants to show you that he doesn’t need you to fill the void in his chest.

but he has to face the truth someday — no one could compare to you. every shot of alcohol he takes can’t compare to how drunk you make him feel. every woman that has his name rolling off her tongue can’t compare to your quiet pleas against his skin. forget having good sex, it didn’t feel right if it wasn’t you.

sometimes his wildest thoughts cave him in. sometimes he thinks he’d seen you somewhere in the crowded, noisy club, all messy hair and skin-tight dress and dancing to the music haphazardly. sometimes he thinks he hears your voice in his ear, louder than the blaring speakers, making him look around frantically and trying to find you in the pockets of people in the tight space.

at some point of time he thinks he has it all under control, that the strings that tie him to you are getting looser with each kiss he leaves on a stranger’s bare skin. but youngmin has got it all wrong when he wakes up with a bitch hangover and finds himself lighting another cigarette at three in the morning, as though it’s you he’s breathing in time and time again, only for him to let everything go in puffs of toxic smoke.

slowly the pictures and 15 second videos of you and your new boyfriend start being posted on instagram. youngmin takes notice, his thumb pressing on the screen of his phone to stop and stare at the wide smile plastered on your face. he could not be bothered about the other man’s attributes; whether he was more good-looking or richer, or if he was funnier and gentler. the only thing that mattered to youngmin was that you looked happier, and maybe it made him more upset than he would’ve liked to admit to anyone.

he’s reckless, showing up at another club the following weekend, dressed in all black and a loose, tie-dyed grey denim jacket. almost immediately upon sitting down on the stool at the bar, he’s downed a shot of vodka, the familiar strong taste washing his mouth and burning his palate.

not enough, the voice at the back of his head prods, and he’s downing a good five shots. it’s starting to heat up as he gets tipsy, head spinning and throat on fire. he dismisses the few women who come and go, the high-pitched voices a little bit too much for him. he quickly gets agitated, raising his tone a little bit to tell them to leave him alone. he doesn’t think it’ll be a good night for him.

youngmin figures he’s just going to stay at the club until he gets bored of people-watching. he cringes at those eating each other’s faces off, raises his eyebrows at fems who scan him up and down, fiddles with the silver watch wrapped around his wrist. he’s sick of it. undeniably so.

he gets up to leave, and it’s about midnight as he pays for the alcohol and heads towards the exit. just as he’s about to leave the premises, he has to do a double take.

you’re there. standing in line, arm linked with another man’s. wine-red dress ending mid-thigh, hair swept over to one shoulder. you’re glowing, and he has to look away. maybe a second too late.

“youngmin?” it’s like your voice sobers him up in an instant. “it’s you, right?”

he glances at you, a small, hesitant smile on his face. “yeah,” he stops in his tracks. “have a good night. enjoy yourself.”

he hated just how cold he sounded.

[thepixelelf]

The Us of Tomorrow

Genres: angst, romance, rich au [?]

Pairing: Reader & Lim/Im Youngmin

Words: 3.1k (00:12)

Warning: Kissing more than usual but like it’s not that intense

Note: this might be the most unrealistic dialogue and senseless plot I’ve ever written but uh… happy holidays!

You see Youngmin for the first time in years, but you really wish you hadn’t.

•••

You almost considered not coming to the wedding at all, what with everything that had happened, but who were you to deny the puppy dog eyes of your best friend?

It was almost ironic—how Donghyun’s eyes filled with tears as his almost-wife walked down the aisle. Funny, you kind of wanted to cry too. Your clothes felt too tight, suffocating, like they were this close to offering the escape you were hoping for, but still not quite getting there. It was this place, you concluded, these people. You didn’t belong there, not with girls next to you in dresses costing more than your rent, men with watches costing more than your car, not with crystalline chandeliers overhead and hundreds upon hundreds of gold foil dipped flowers.

Your eighty-dollar outfit itched like no tomorrow.

The real reason you truly didn’t want to come, however, was seated three rows up, wearing a suit worth more than, well, everything you owned. He hadn’t seen you yet, thank god, but your fingers tapped anxiously against your thighs. All he had to do was turn around and you’d be done for.

One look at that face and you’d throw away everything you’d worked for.

Even though you hadn’t seen him in years — three, to be exact — you could still remember every detail of his face, of him. It was like he stamped himself in your brain. After days and months and years, you still couldn’t forget. How could you? It wasn’t easy forgetting the love of your life.

But you parted ways. And that was that.

There was no going back.

Right?

Right.

The ceremony ended beautifully, as expected of your friend—a romanticist and over-spender to the very end. As soon as everyone was allowed to stand, you high-tailed it out of there. No need to cause any unnecessary drama.

For the rest of the evening, you kept an eye on him, making absolutely certain that he never saw you. Getting out of there without contact would be the best possible outcome of the night.

But, since Mother Fate had hated you from the beginning, tragedy struck.

You’d gone to get a drink during dinner, which was fine because he was sitting a ways away, his back to you as his own table conversed between themselves, but of course your luck had it so that he too became thirsty at the same time. As you turned around from the open bar with a glass of champagne in hand, you very nearly bumped into him.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” you said, not knowing yet that you’d run into your worst nightmare. Looking up, your eyes widened, matching his perfectly.

He looked older—not physically, really, but more mature. His hair, which had been dyed back when you were together, was now returned to his natural black, and his once sharp gaze had softened. He stared at you, eyes shakily roaming up and down as if to see if you were really there in front of him.

You gulped. “Youngmin…”

No words came your way in terms of a response, in fact, it seemed as though Youngmin had froze—quite similar to how you had reacted when you first saw him that evening.

Without another word, (because what good would that do) you bowed your head and attempted to walk away. Perhaps you could do this; walk away. You’d done it before.

“Wait!”

A hand, warm and clammy, gently wrapped around three of your fingers, beckoning you to stop.

Ah, he didn’t do that last time.

“Wait,” he repeated, more calm and quiet now that you had decided to stay. “Wait.”

Even after you stopped, his hand kept its place around your fingers. Unwillingly, your mind flashed with memories of him, of you, of the pair you once were, of lips on lips, of late-night giggles, of lazy mornings. He never used to hold your hand under the scrutiny of the public eye, but whenever he could, be it under a table or in the dark of a movie theatre, your fingers were always the first thing he went for.

You could feel your face start to get warm and glanced around to see if anyone was looking. Many were, to your utter embarrassment, their heads turned to watch. After all, how many times in your life will you see the country’s richest young bachelor with his hand around some… regular old you.

“Okay, but not here,” you bargained. If there was anything you wanted least, it was causing a ruckus at your best friend’s wedding—especially over something so small as an ex boyfriend from three years ago. “Please.”

He silently let you lead him out, hand still clutching yours. As much as you probably should have taken your hand away (for sanity’s sake), you didn’t.

You had no idea where you were going. The venue, a hotel for only the one percent, felt like a maze. Perhaps Youngmin could feel that; he was always the person who knew you best.

As you passed the front desk, he pulled you away from your imaginary path.

“I need a room,” he told the clerk.

She looked at you both, him determined and you blushing out of anxiousness, hand in hand. You knew exactly what she was assuming.

“Sir, we don’t really—”

He cut her off by detaching your hands and pulling out his wallet, placing his ID on the marble countertop. She took it, albeit doubtfully, but gasped when she read his name and bowed, apologizing profusely before ringing up what he asked for.

Right. You forgot he practically owned this place.

The journey to the room (the penthouse suite, for god’s sake) was silent and awkward. Youngmin hadn’t reclaimed your hand since he let it go at the desk, and your fingertips felt cold without his. In the elevator, you kept your eyes on the very interesting corner rather than the oncoming cataclysm standing beside you.

Once in the room (though you hesitated to call it that when it had a full kitchen and three bathrooms), you stood awkwardly at the door. Somehow, it felt like an intrusion, even if he had brought you there himself.

Both of you’d still said nothing. You had no words, none that you would’ve allowed yourself to say, anyways.

He walked in without taking off his shoes, going immediately to the fridge and pulling out a bottle. He went to open it, but stopped himself. The bottle stayed on the kitchen counter as he walked away, back to you.

“We need to talk,” he said, trying his hardest to sound like his voice wasn’t about to crack.

You were well aware of that, the need to talk. But there was nothing you could’ve said.

“Now isn’t a good time.”

“So when is it a good time, huh?”

Never. Never would be great. Optimum.

“Youngmin,” you tried, “it’s been three years since we broke up, you need to let—”

“Since you dumped me, you mean? Three years since you suddenly said you were in love with someone else? That you only used me for my money? Three years since you completely disappeared from my life?” His breathing became staggered, uneven as his frustrations leaked. “But please, tell me exactly what I need to let go.”

You sighed. What you needed was to take control of the situation, and you weren’t. “Me, Youngmin. You need to let me go. I used you, I dumped you, I was a horrendous bitch about it, and you should absolutely hate me to the bones.”

“Oh believe me, I hated you,” he half whispered with a nihilistic smile.

Hated. Past tense. You tried to push that thought back.

“Then why are we here?” You met his eyes, hoping you looked strong instead of how broken you felt. Any longer alone with him and you’d cave, that much you knew for sure.

He stepped closer, and you subconsciously backed away, your back pressing into the closed door.

“Because,” he whispered, hand coming up to press against the door by your head. Leaning in, he paused only centimeters from your face. You almost missed the way his eyes studied your lips before once again meeting your own. “You lied.”

“What?”

He glanced at your lips. You glanced at his. The space between you shrunk, though you weren’t sure if it was because of you or Youngmin or the combination.

“You lied,” he repeated, and you could feel his words fan over your chin. “You never fell in love with someone else. I know.”

“You sound very sure of yourself.”

“I have my sources.”

Donghyun. That snake bastard.

Just slightly, you pulled your head back, once again able to meet his eyes. You missed them.

“You’re making a mistake, Youngmin.” The words left you as breaths; anything stronger and you’d have buckled under the pressure.

He moved in, so close that you could feel the phantom of his touch. “Then tell me I’m wrong,” he said against your lips, “Tell me you used me, that you fell for someone else. Tell me again that you never loved me at all.”

You’d said those words before. They were familiar to your tongue, still burned in from the first time you fired them off. So why were they stuck in your throat now? Why couldn’t you crush his heart like you did three years ago? It would be so easy.

Your silence was more than enough for him.

His lips moved against yours, and you reacted on instinct. Your hands traveled up to his jaw, each cupping a side of his face, pinky fingers brushing the hair at the nape of his neck. It was all so familiar, every press of his lips, every graze of his hands as they ran over your sides, every touch, every smell. His hands went to the backs of your thighs, and you knew exactly what he wanted—you always had. Jumping into his arms, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he locked his hands together underneath, just like he would when carrying you piggyback. He walked to the couch with you in his arms, sinking into it so you ended up on his lap, never once stopping for breath.

Everything burned. Each nerve ending set on fire against him. Him. Your movements were desperate, rushed, just like his were. He kept readjusting his grip—as if it could get any tighter—just to keep you from disappearing again. The air around you sizzled, waves of heat flowing and flowing. It was a dance of body and tongue engulfed in flame. All too fast, all too hot, all too much.

Then it cooled.

It cooled when you needed air, when you couldn’t tell whose tears were falling on your hands, when the awful truth of the situation rushed to the forefront of your mind.

This was the opposite of what you needed.

But exactly what you’d hoped for. And you hated yourself for it.

You slumped in his hold, forehead pressed against his. When you pulled away and looked at him—truly, for the first time—his eyes shined with tears fallen and falling, a beautiful, slight smile on his lips.

He looked so happy as a nervous laugh escaped him. A shaky hand brushed your hair out of your face and found itself stable resting on your cheek, the other still on your waist. His thumbs rubbed back and forth, something he always did that you’d so desperately missed.

You broke. Your head fell to his shoulder as you let yourself cry freely. He had never judged you for crying, and he wouldn’t now.

You’d lied to yourself for so long—three years. And now you’d lost it all because you weren’t strong enough. You were weak.

His arms wrapped around you. For the first time in years, you felt safe; at home. Yet your heart pounded, screamed at you to run away.

Once you were done pitying yourself, you raised your head. When you faced Youngmin again, his smile still blessed your existence. Why couldn’t he just hate you?

“Because,” he answered softly, “we’re in love. Head over heels. Desperately, helplessly, unapologetically in love.”

“How?” Your voice came out in a hiccup. You probably looked awful, face and eyes all red from crying. Though, you wouldn’t have been able to tell with the way he was looking at you.

He laughed slightly, and you pouted your lips. This was a very serious situation, you thought, but he seemed to be taking it much more lightly than you were.

“I don’t know if you remember this,” he started, taking both your hands in his and resting them on his chest, “but I waited a long time to tell you about my… social status. When we were friends, you still didn’t know, and even when you first asked me on a date, you were still in the dark. You knew I was at least well off like Donghyun, but you still insisted on splitting bills and buying me things you couldn’t afford.” His thumbs ran over the backs of your hands. “I told you the truth three days after you first told me you loved me, and still, nothing changed.”

He was right, you didn’t remember at all. His wealth had never meant that much to you. It wasn’t like he kept a huge secret, anyways, if you’d been more invested in the one percent’s who’s who, then you would’ve known either way.

“You never used me for my money,” he continued, “that I knew.”

“Youngmin…”

“Donghyun was the one who said you never tried dating again. He said you completely erased that aspect of your life. That’s how I knew it was really all a lie.” His eyes became sad, while his shy smile persisted. “Because when you like someone, you tell them. Just like you told me.”

He kissed you again, light and skin-deep, but heartfelt. His eyes fluttered closed, but you kept yours open.

“I wish I found you sooner. I have so many ‘I love you’s’ to say back.” His lips moved to your neck, where he simply stayed still, the warmth of his face nuzzled so closely seeping through your skin.

Youngmin never said “I love you,” but in that time you’d been together, you knew. It was in the way he touched your fingertips, the way he knew your favorite orders, the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. His heart had always been on his sleeve, whether he knew it or not.

Tears began to flow down your cheeks again, silent this time. “I can't… You can’t, Youngmin. I don’t deserve that from you.”

Another kiss, this time in the juncture between your neck and shoulder, sweet and slow. “Why not?”

“I left.”

“You’re here now.” He readjusted his arms around you again.

“I know. I know.” Your voice started to become choppy. “But I can’t stay here. I can’t stay with you.”

“Why?”

It was almost as if he wasn’t listening at all, his attention focused solely on hypnotizing you through slow, soft kisses on your neck. And, just maybe, it was working a little. 

“I left for a reason.”

He hummed into your skin, the feeling reverberating down to your bones. Every moment with him had you falling further and further. He was more lost than you were, not paying attention to a word you said as he indulged in the dream that was you and only you.

“Youngmin, please.” You set your hands square on his shoulders and pushed him into the back of the couch, his eyes still glazed over and half-lidded, lips still pursed to commit crimes against humanity. “I need you to listen. There’s a reason I lied to you three years ago.”

By the look on his face, you knew that while he’d figured out you lied, he never thought about why. 

“We were young, stupid. We thought we could get through anything as long as we had each other. But you’re you and I’m me. We can’t change that. This world doesn’t run on love, Youngmin, it runs on oil, and money, and greed. If we stayed together, I would have dragged you down with me.”

His eyebrows furrowed. Eyes flicking frantically back and forth, he looked down for a moment before whipping his head back up again, eyes wide.

“My father forced you?”

“What? No—”

“He did!” Youngmin cut you off. “He says that all the time! Oil and money and greed!”

To this day, you still remembered his father’s speech all about how you weren’t enough for his son. That you would’ve been a stain on his flawless reputation. Dammit, you didn’t think he had a damn catchphrase.

“Listen to me, Youngmin.” You cupped his face and made him stay still. “This isn’t about that, it's—”

“Of course it’s about that! I’ve been looking for you for three goddamn years and now I find out it was all my father’s doing? All this time I stressed out thinking you hated me and—”

You kissed him. Deep and full. If there was one thing Youngmin never resisted, it was your kisses.

“I love you, okay?” you whispered when you pulled back, the words brushing against his lips. “I loved you then and I love you now and I’ll love you from now on, but that’s all I can give you. I know you won’t be satisfied with just words, but it’s all I have.”

With that, you crawled off the couch and fixed anything out of place before walking to the door.

His faint, dejected words stopped you.

“Please,” he breathed, “I want this. Us.”

You didn’t turn around, knowing full well that if you did, you’d run back to him.

“There’s no ‘us’ anymore. Not today.”

His footsteps were light and slow as he stood and made his way to you.

“But there will be.” You shivered as his fingertips brushed against your arm. “I promise, there can be. So stay. Stay, and I’ll make sure… I’ll make sure that tomorrow, there’s an 'us’.”

And who were you to say no?

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Late night stroll with you 🌠

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Passion Ch. 7

*previously titled ‘Can’t Remember to Forget You*

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend.

high school au + fake dating au

same universe/basic timeline as let me love you

ch one | ch 6 | ch 8

As summer officially started, you found yourself going on a number of dates with Youngmin—fake date, of course. You’d gone to different restaurants around the city, gone on a group date with a few of Youngmin’s friends, and taken Daehwi to the zoo. Through it all, you realized that Youngmin wasn’t a shitty person on the inside, he just tried to act like a shitty person, and that was something that you still didn’t understand, nor was it something that you were planning on excusing him for.

The group date with Youngmin’s friends had, unsurprisingly, been a trainwreck. His friends were loud, obnoxious, and you could tell that Youngmin was getting more and more irritated at their crass remarks.

Taking Daehwi to the zoo was a much more pleasant affair. Daehwi, of course, was delighted to go somewhere with the two of you, skipping happily as he clutched onto both of your hands. It was nice to get an afternoon off of dancing and working in the grocery store, and Daehwi’s wide smiles and gasps at the various animals made it even better.

Youngmin was also starting his internship soon. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t talk very much about it. You had been sitting at an outdoor table at the zoo, across from Youngmin, when you brought it up.

“So, when does your internship start?” You asked casually, watching Daehwi jump down from a rather large rock.

Youngmin glanced over at you, and then back down at the frozen yogurt cup he had been holding for Daehwi. “Couple days, actually.”

Your lips curled up into a half-smile, surprised at yourself for even caring. What had this world come to? “You nervous?”

“Nah,” Youngmin’s eyes darted over to you again, and you could tell he was lying. The two of you remained in silence for a little while longer, both of you knowing full well how worried he was. You didn’t have to hear from Youngmin about this internship; everyone from school was already talking about it. It was the Samsung internship, the one that streamlined high school graduates into management positions, or even higher.

Knowing how important and nervewracking the internship was, you were surprised to hear from Nayoung that Youngmin’s parents were leaving for a business trip to Japan the weekend before he started. Then again, you weren’t really that surprised.

As you settled down to get some sleep before an early shift in the grocery store, you glanced over at your phone.

To: im ym

Good luck tmrw

With a sigh, knowing you’d done the right thing, you rolled over.

You hadn’t even closed your eyes for a few seconds before your cell phone started ringing. Without checking the caller ID, you held the phone up to your ear.

“Yes?”

“(y/n),” Youngmin said breathlessly, “(y/n), it’s, it’s Daehwi, he, he—“

“Woah, Youngmin,” you sat up in bed, alarmed at Youngmin’s voice. You don’t think you’d ever heard the boy so distraught. “Take a deep breath and then tell me.” You heard Youngmin take in a shaky breath.

“It’s Daehwi,” Youngmin repeated, “he, he has a fever, and says his stomach hurts, and that he might throw up, and (y/n), I have no idea what to do, my step-mom isn’t here, and I’m at home by myself, and Daehwi won’t stop crying.”

“Hey, Youngmin, it’s gonna be okay,” you said quickly, keeping your phone to your ear as you clambered out of bed, yanking a few things into a large bag that had been lying on your floor, “I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, (y/n),” Youngmin sighed, “I should get back to Daehwi.”

“Deep breaths, Youngmin,” you reminded him, “if you feel like you’re getting panicky, call me again, okay?”

“Yeah,” Youngmin replied. You could just imagine him nodding, and you shook your head. You were moving so quickly to get some flu and cough medication into your bag, along with a change of clothes that you didn’t have time to think fully about the situations, or its implications. You dashed out of your house, hurriedly flagging down a taxi.

When you finally arrived at Youngmin’s house, you could faintly hear Daehwi’s sobs.

“He’s miserable, (y/n),” Youngmin whispered, looking down at you with a pained expression, looking just as miserable. You nodded, following Youngmin into Daehwi’s room.

“Hey, Daehwi,” you smiled, going to carefully push the hair out of Daehwi’s eyes. He definitely had a fever, if his burning forehead and flushed cheeks said anything.

“Noona?” Daehwi peered up at you, sniffling, “I feel like I’m on fire, noona, can you make it go away? My stomach really hurts too.”

“Do you feel like you might throw up still?” You asked, concerned. It sounded like he might have caught the flu. Daehwi nodded, whimpering. “Okay, I’m going to give you some flu medicine, if that’s okay with you? It’s just for kids, so the dosage will be alright.”

You looked at Youngmin, just to make sure that he was alright with it as well.

“I know how to swallow pills,” Daehwi said, still trying to make you and Youngmin proud, even though he was sick. Youngmin grinned, having appeared with a glass of water. Daehwi gulped down the medicine, wincing at the taste of it, before curling up underneath his blanket.

“It’ll start working in about 20 minutes,” you told the small boy, who nodded sleepily.

“Do you want some tea or anything? Some soup?” You asked, ruffling Daehwi’s hair.

“Some tea, if it’s not a trouble,” Daehwi murmured, clearly close to sleep. You nodded, getting up. Youngmin and you headed to the kitchen.

As you started boiling some water, you realized something, turning away from the stove suddenly

“Hey Youngmin—“

Your eyes widened as your body nearly slammed into Youngmin’s. He’d been walking towards you to hand you a tea bag, and as you narrowly missed crashing into him, his arm darted out to steady you, hand firm on your waist. The two of you stood there, your eyes wide as you realized just how close your body was to his. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and was acutely aware of the sharp inhale of his breath.

“Careful,” Youngmin murmured, before gently placing the teabag into your hand. As you turned to make a cup of tea, you couldn’t help but notice how cold you felt.

Silently, you finished up the cup of tea and hurried into Daehwi’s room. He had already fallen asleep, breathing peacefully, and you smiled at the sight, setting the mug down on his nightstand. When you went back to the kitchen, Youngmin was pulling the rice cooker out from underneath the sink, yawning.

“Wait, Youngmin,” you called, frowning, “isn’t tomorrow the first day of your internship?”

Youngmin looked over at you in confusion, “yeah, why?”

“Youngmin, it’s already midnight,” you exclaimed, taking the rice cooker from him, “you should go to sleep, really. I can make you something quick for lunch, but you should get rest for your big day.”

Youngmin stared at you for a few more seconds, the heavy look that made your stomach turn with a strange feeling. Finally, he sighed, a small smile dancing on his lips before trudging off to the bathroom.

You started on making the rice, thinking over everything that had happened that night. You tried to assure yourself that the reason you’d raced to the Im household so quickly was for Daehwi’s sake, but a small part of you knew that it had something to do with the tinge of desperation in Youngmin’s voice when he had called you.

“(y/n).”

You looked up at the sound of your name, and that same weird tug in your stomach made you feel like you’d just run three miles uphill. Youngmin was in a loose t-shirt and sweats, hair damp from a quick shower. He shot you a smile, holding up a new toothbrush package.

“Thank you, for everything,” he said quietly as you picked up the toothbrush up, murmuring a quiet thanks. “I-I know that things have a bit strange lately, but I really appreciate it.” You ducked your head, trying to hide your quickly reddening cheeks. It was that damn stare of his, the quiet, weighted one, that always seemed to make you blush.

“It’s—“ you cleared your throat, cheeks reddening even more. Youngmin’s lips twitched up into a tiny grin. “It’s no trouble, don’t worry about it.”

Youngmin paused, looking at you for a beat more before smiling fully, “good night, (y/n).”

“Night, Youngmin.”

teehee are those feelings i see being caught hmmm

im on winter break i will rise and finally write! also maybe if the gods are willing i will finish this damn story before the new year. 

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Rite of Passage

Summary: You had always believed that getting to wear your boyfriend’s clothing was something magical that all women got to experience at least once. But being on the chubbier side, you didn’t expect it to ever happen for you.

Pairing: Lim Youngmin x chubby reader

Genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff. Oh and older woman (noona)/younger man au

A/N: When I first got into Youngmin when I was watching P101, I remember a video interview he did just as MXM started where he said he preferred cute and chubby women over sexy and slender. And that he would like someone older than him. I’m sure he will love whoever he meets in life that he’s attracted to, but as a chubby noona, I’ll admit, I rejoiced! Recently, this idea came to me out of nowhere, so I’m really happy to share it with you all now.

I know this is a little specific with sizing and age, but I’m sure a lot of people can relate to thinking they might not fit a certain mold in society and doubt their ability to do whatever that is. So I’ll hope you give this a read regardless. Because it’s ridiculously cute!

Word count: 1839

You shivered against the cold air, wrapping your arms around your body to keep warm. It had been sunny all day long and as your date with your new boyfriend Youngmin progressed into the night, you realised you had forgotten to bring something with you to keep you warm now that the sun was gone and replaced by the stars above.

Youngmin noticed your discomfort and shrugged off his denim jacket immediately. “Here, wear this.”

“Oh, I’m fine!” you said over-enthusiastically, dismissing his offer with a desperate smile. “Honestly, you keep it for you.”

“I’m warm and you just shook against the chill of the wind, Noona.”

You smiled forcibly, and let your arms hang loosely at your sides again. Truth be told, you were becoming quite affected by how cold it was. And, the fact that Youngmin had offered his jacket did make your heart swoon.

But you couldn’t accept it.

For years, you had actively perused novels as a teenager, smiling and squealing giddily at the romantic chivalry of the male protagonists. Whether it was offering a coat to their girlfriend or love interest when it was chilly, or doing little gestures to brighten their world, you had soaked it all up, excited for when you would one day get the blessing of receiving such gestures from someone you loved in real life.

You hadn’t been prepared for the beautiful imagery you had nurtured over those juvenile years to be shattered when you got your first boyfriend. You had played the move effortlessly, forgetting your coat one time on a date just to see what your boyfriend’s reaction would be. And then when the fateful moment came and he offered you his varsity jacket, well, you had been utterly embarrassed.

Because you had never expected it not to fit.

You weren’t someone who was considered in one weight camp over the other. You weren’t skinny enough to wear anything with ease, but you had never considered yourself to be greatly overweight either. You were thicker than most of your friends, but you had always been that way. Your mother had affectionately referred to you as big boned, and well, those bones of yours made it impossible for you to do up your boyfriend’s jacket.

“Oh, it doesn’t fit you, how about you take it off, Y/N? I didn’t think your arms would be that thick compared to mine.”

You decided that perhaps it was because you were going through another body change in life and he was more on the slender side. Not once had you thought of body size being an issue since everything happened so easily in fictions. You attempted not to let it deter you, though you subconsciously became more aware of your chubbier parts and tried to lose weight so you wouldn’t face something like this again.

With your next boyfriend, it was with sheer misfortune that you had gotten wet helping out with a booth during orientation week in your second year of university and your boyfriend had taken you into the club room to borrow something from his stash of clothes to wear instead.

Nothing fitted you and you went home, ashamed and cold.

You had vowed from that moment on, no matter who you dated, you just wouldn’t accept their offers over clothing. It wasn’t worth the heartache or the self-destructive thoughts over your body either.

You were happy within your skin as you were but you weren’t immune to feeling self-conscious like any other human out there either.

“Are you sure?” Youngmin continued and you nodded, pushing through the sting against your bare arms and smiled up at him.

You would do better to be more prepared next time.

As you continued to date Youngmin, you realised just how sweet and doting he was. He really was exactly who you had dreamed of over the years to have at your side, and whilst you hadn’t expected to date someone younger, you loved everything about him.

Except when he would insist he help you with things you knew he couldn’t.

“I’m fine, I bought a coat this time!” you cried, reaching into the bag you had been lugging around on your date and pulling it out before he could take off his hoodie. Slipping it on, you made a bit of a production in assuring him you were comfortable, smiling brightly up at Youngmin once you were done.

He sighed heavily. “Will you never let me do anything for you?”

“You don’t have to give up your warmth for me, Min. It’s a modern era now, old chivalry is over. Have you heard the new approach of women giving up their coats for their boyfriends now too? If you ever get cold, I’ll give you mine instead, okay?”

“Why? You never accept when I do anything for you like that.” Youngmin shook his head adamantly and his gaze grew guarded, hiding his disappointment below the surface.

You frowned; you didn’t understand why he was so upset. You were simply saving him the burden and you the embarrassment. Trying to shrug the moment off, you reached out for his hand and cuddled into his side. It wasn’t long until he was smiling again.

But moments like that continued. You could tell he was trying his best to ensure you were happy and comfortable whenever you were with him; though it was starting to draw a small wedge between you both.

You didn’t want him to suffer and he didn’t know why you would excessively become so independent on dates like that. You started to enjoy spending your time together at his or your apartment instead, where you didn’t have to worry about any of the ailments of the outdoors to cause an issue for you.

As the movie you were watching rolled into the credits, you glanced over at Youngmin and smiled. “That was a good movie, huh?”

“We could have gone to see it at the theatre a couple of months ago, Y/N. It would have been better on the big screen,” he replied and you felt awkward, reaching for your glass of juice hastily to distract yourself from his statement. You didn’t have a proper grip on it as you thought when you went to take a drink and proceeded to spill it on your dress.

You gasped, horrified at doing something so foolish. Especially since tonight, you were at Youngmin’s home and not yours.

“Just wait here, I’ll get you a towel,” Youngmin instructed and you sat there, scolding yourself repeatedly until he returned, a towel and one of his hoodies within his grip. You reached out for the towel appreciatively.

“Thanks, this will do.”

“You’re soaked, there’s no way I’m letting you stay in that, Noona.” He placed the hoodie down beside you. “You need to change.”

“I’ll be fine. It’ll dry soon enough and-”

“Why do you always reject my clothing offers? Is there something about them that you don’t like?”

You stared at Youngmin, unsure of what to say. You had believed you were doing the right thing by ensuring you could look after yourself. Not once had it dawned on you that your rejection of his offers would have a negative affect on how he viewed himself as your boyfriend.

Your gaze grew wide as you shook your head. “There’s nothing wrong with them or you.”

“Then why do you always make a big deal about not needing my assistance? You confuse me because you love when I dote over you so I thought you were a romantic at heart and would appreciate my attempts.”

“I do and I am,” you agreed, nodding quickly. Clutching at the towel, you decided to be honest. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”

“Y/N, it’s a bit late for that,” Youngmin admitted and you shook your head.

“I mean, I’m not skinny, Youngmin. The idea that your girlfriend can fit your clothes, it doesn’t go for everyone. I didn’t want you to feel the awkwardness of a moment when I can’t fit your clothes. That’s why I’ve done what I have in the past.”

He was silent, processing your words. Youngmin then smiled, his large hand reaching out to cup your face. “That’s really it?”

“Well, it’s to protect my heart too, I’ll admit. In the past, I’ve had to learn about the clothing thing the hard way.”

“In the past, you never dated someone like me either,” he commented, gesturing a hand to his height. He was right; he was your tallest boyfriend to date. Youngmin grinned. “You even claimed my shoulders are ridiculously broad.”

“Well, they are!”

“And I like my hoodies to be baggy, so I tend to buy larger sizes.” He gave you an encouraging smile and you realised what he wasn’t saying.

To give his clothing a try, it might just fit.

With a determined inhale, you nodded and took the hoodie from him, leaving the living room so you could remove your dress in the bathroom. After patting down your skin with the towel, you reached for his hoodie that you had placed down on the side of the basin and slipped it over your head.

And finally, the magic happened. You stared at yourself in the mirror ahead as you rearranged the garment a little, shoving your hands through the sleeves that were too long for you. A giggle soon erupted from within you, and you did a quick check over.

So, it wasn’t entirely something that looked giant on you as most depictions of a girl wearing a guy’s clothing were expressed as. But you fitted his hoodie and you felt as if you had succeeded with some sort of girlfriend ritual of being able to fit his clothes.

Entering the living room again, you beamed at Youngmin. “It fits!”

“Yes it does,” he murmured, eying you quietly.

Your elation eased off at his affected gaze. You frowned. “Do I not look good in it?”

“Well, uh…” He blushed deeply and that’s when you realised it. Now Youngmin was experiencing his own boyfriend ritual.

Seeing his girlfriend in his clothes.

“I want to keep it on,” you confirmed and he blinked away from his thoughts, nodding softly.

“Are you going to go home and sleep in it?” he questioned and you stared up at him, wondering how he had read your mind. That was exactly what you were going to do when you left to go home tonight.

Youngmin smirked. “Noona, you’re not the only one who has had fantasies about this. Guys like seeing their girlfriends in their stuff. It’s like a rite of passage.”

“So we’re now truly official since I’m finally wearing your clothes?”

Youngmin pulled you into his arms, kissing you softly. “We’ve been official for weeks now, Y/N. But I like seeing you in my clothes a little too much already. I hope we face more incidents where you need to borrow them.”

You grinned and nodded. After all, you now hoped for that too.  

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬’𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳.

12:37𝘢𝘮 [𝘔𝘪𝘯] 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦.

12:39𝘢𝘮 [𝘠𝘰𝘶] 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘢𝘮?

[𝘔𝘪𝘯] 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱?

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯… 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯?

𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

12:40𝘢𝘮 [𝘠𝘰𝘶] 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘵.

12:42𝘢𝘮 [𝘔𝘪𝘯] 𝘉𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 5

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘚𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦…

“𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.

“𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨.” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥.

“𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬?” 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺.

“𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦… 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴.” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦.

𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘠/𝘯.”

“𝘔𝘮𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦.”

𝘏𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦. 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥.

𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢�� 𝘰𝘶𝘵? 𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵… 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘚𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.  

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦?

𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴.

“𝘈𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘱.” 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

“𝘠𝘦𝘢… 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.

“𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱. 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 “𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦.

“𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

“𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘭, “𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘹. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

“𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺,” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, “𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬.”

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳.

“𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳?”

𝘈 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵… 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴.

“𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

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𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦��𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮.

𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩. 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 “𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦”.

𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩.

𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘖𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨?” 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘥.

𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

“𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩.”

“𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱.

“𝘊𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶-“ 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯,

“𝘊𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺?”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

“𝘕𝘰 𝘐-𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘯-“ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯.

“𝘠/𝘯…”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘣 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

“𝘉𝘺𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

✧*:･ﾟ✧ ☽༓☾ ✧･ﾟ: *✧

|| 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 2 ||

☁️ 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ☁️

[mochikis]

ab6ix as aesthetics.

youngmin: candles, fields and parks, summer, huge smiles, kisses on the cheeks, 80s blazers, stuck after sitting in leather seat for too long, scattered roadmaps, staring in awe at someone's eyes, tall gate on a graveyard, birds watching, waking up in a new city, walking through a greenhouse, scent of old books, getting lost in favourite music, sandalwood, fresh coffee, spearmint.

woong: pastel smoke bombs, picking sunflowers at dawn, falling in love with the moment every time your friends laugh, tea with milk and sugar, cat basking in sun rays, bubble baths, freeze dried roses, holographic paint, sleeping under skylight, babble of coffee shop, collecting stickers to put on laptop, embroidery, buying cotton candy at the fair, introducing friends to each other, singing along to the radio, perfectly executed instagram theme.

donghyun: london skyline, cheering for friends, floral patterns, riding bike down old brick street, finding perfect candle, peaceful house on a hill, silk dresses flowing in the wind, watching fog roll of the sea, reading in early hourse of the morning, snuggling in oversized sweater, lemon scented cleaning supplies, freshly laundered and made bed, lighting a brand new candle, cackle of a vinyl record playing, checking things off to do list.

woojin: hugs, shadowy forest, firecrackers at midnight, fluffy white cats, pink rain boots, falling asleep to the sound of a storm, wearing multiple bracelets, hiking with friends, knowing what people are thinking just by looking at them, crystal ball, hot long showers, watching smoke rise, rush you get from leaning in to whisper secrets into someone's ear, fog lingering over quiet lake in the early morning.

daehwi: rain, pillow fights, polaroids, reading, fairy lights, jelly shoes, sitting on sidewalk watching people go by, knitted socks, collecting plastic shopping bags, house plants, wearing odd color combinations, standing on a tall building and taking a deep breath, ivy crawling up a garden wall, citrus and vanilla, galaxy print, condensation droplets on cup of iced coffee.

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

임영민, Im Youngmin

@shizziebo​:

So I may have one really small favour to ask you if your not too busy with your other request, buuut... I’ve been craving reading a make out with youngmin!!!! Like you very first make out, where your both cautious cause you’re both nervous and you’re not really sure in the beginning how to initiate it but then your like ‘fuck it’ and just climb on his lap, pause for a sec to look at him and you swallow some nervous spit (sorry those string of words are so unappealing) before you just lean in to kiss him gently, to test the waters and then before you know it, you’re in a full blown make out sesh. Maybe one of the boys could enter his room and the both instantly jump apart!!!! To make it more juicy and interesting; they could be friends??? Start of the relationship!!!!!

Group: AB6IX

Member: Youngmin

(A/N) I told you that this request killed me... I wasn’t lying. I’m writing from the grave.

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You tried to focus on the movie, you really did. It was just a little difficult. Especially when Lim Youngmin was out there just... Existing. 

It was irritating sometimes how flawless he was in your eyes. Even when he looked like a total mess, you were still in awe of him. And not just the average, “Damn, bro! Drop the skincare routine”; something deeper than that. 

Something more stable.

When he was disheveled, sweaty and gross after practice, you almost always said, “Your hair looks nice”. It wasn’t even you buttering him up, it was just the way your mind worked. When he sported that comical frown that made his cheeks puff out, all you could think was “cute”. 

When he smiled, you got lost in the up-turn of his lips, when he laughed you drowned in the sound, and when he caught you staring at him, it gave you butterflies. Even more so when he looked to you first.

It was like no matter what mistake he made, you would still see him as beautiful, which was both touching and annoying in equal parts. 

It was strange thinking of him like that after so many years of being just friends. You were stuck in a so-so limbo of both of you knowing and acknowledging that you liked each other, having kissed once or twice, everyone around you being aware of your feelings, but neither of you taking any steps forward. 

A frustrating, confusing standstill. You couldn’t tell if it was because he couldn’t see a future with you, he was scared, you were scared or mixture of all of the above. 

Either way, it pissed you off.

You poked him lightly with your toes. “Yo,” you said, just slightly louder than the movie playing on his laptop. 

He looked away from the screen, setting his eyes on you. “Yeah?” he answered. He was always attentive like that, which gave you a little hope, but also made you feel burdened. 

Love sucks. 

“Do you like me?” you asked bluntly. “Like... At all?” 

His breath caught in his throat, dark eyes widening. He cleared his throat, looking back at the screen. “Well, I thought that was kind of obvious,” he said, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear. His fingers went to his fringe, twisting it awkwardly. 

He shifted around in his seat, as if he were suddenly uncomfortable. He forced himself to look at you, chewing the inside of his cheek nervously. “I mean... We’ve kissed before.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Those didn’t mean anything, though!” you complained, crossing your arms. “If we have anything, I want it to be real.” 

Suddenly, his expression changed. “You don’t think those were real?” he asked. He furrowed his brows. “Why?” 

You searched your brain for the right answer, your expression mirroring his own. “Just ‘cause,” you stated lamely. “It felt like I was kissing my friend, not someone who loves me.”

He scoffed under his breath. “Friends do love you,” he said. “That’s kinda what friends are for.” 

“But they also don’t kiss each other on the lips, Youngmin,” you said firmly. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, not catching the look that he gave you when you did so. “How can I put this?” you wondered aloud. “I just... This sounds so basic, but I don’t want to settle for mediocrity, y’know?” 

He raised a brow. “So you think I’m mediocre?” he asked. 

Your jaw clenched. “That’s not what I said,” you argued quietly. Your mind was racing. This always happened with you. You tried to word your thoughts, but they always came out sounding so poor and unappealing. Even if you meant good things, your unskilled tongue always twisted it into a proper mess.

You groaned, letting your head fall back against the wall. “My God,” you breathed out. You revised your plan in your head before sitting up to face him again. “Okay, I’m back,” you said. 

He gave you a look. “...Okay?” he said. “Got anything else to comment on? Other than my mediocrity, that is.” 

You frowned. “Dude, don’t make me hurt you,” you threatened weakly. You rubbed your hands together as if you had prepared something fantastic. Really, it was just the bare minimum and you were hoping that he’d catch the drift. 

“You and me,” you said, pointing in turn, “we don’t talk well.” 

He nodded slowly. “True enough.” 

“But I’m trying to tell you something,” you continued. He nodded again, the tension slowly slipping away. You pointed to your mouth. “Words?” You shook your head, wagging a finger in sync. “Not working.” You took a few slow breaths. “But maybe actions would help a little bit?” 

You only barely registered the way his cheeks lit up, dimly illuminated by the light from the screen. “What do you mean by that?” he stuttered. 

You’d deny it if anyone asked, but you could feel your cheeks heating up as well. “I mean that...” You shuffled slightly closer to him, the mattress bending under you, making him watch your every move particularly closely. “I could just show you what I’m looking for.”

There was a silence hanging in the air; palpable and almost suffocating. 

“Then, why don’t you?” Youngmin finally said. You stared at him for a moment; the flickering lights on the side of his handsome face. He could sense your hesitation. “I dare you,” he said quietly, his words piercing through the air and shooting straight to your ears. 

For whatever reason, it set you off. The only thought in your mind was: “Well, screw it.” 

You moved closer to him, tossing a leg over his lap, straddling him. Naturally, your hands rested on his shoulders, but they didn’t make a move from there. He didn’t make any advances, he stayed where he was, keeping his hands a respectful distance away, resting limply by his side.

There was something quite intimate about sitting here together in the comfort and quiet of his room, on his bed, just exchanging eye-contact. You could hear the other noises in the dorms, slightly drowned out by the soundtrack from the movie. 

Daehwi was playing games, Donghyun was humming a melody while strumming along on his guitar and Woojin and Woong were doing God knows what, just being lazy roommates. 

Your mind fogged over with too many thoughts. They could walk in at any moment. They could spot you and never, ever let you live it down. Or they might even screw it up. 

Though, was there really any more ‘screwing it up’ than what you were about to do? By your standards, you were about to lose the greatest friendship you’d ever had. Maybe it wasn’t the longest-lasting or the one that knew all of your darkest secrets, but it was the one that was most comfortable; most natural. 

You hadn’t told him everything, but you felt like you could if you wanted to, which was more than you could say for your other friends. With the way you were, you felt like you were being an irritant if you talked about yourself too much. 

But with Youngmin, he had this way of making you feel important. In his presence, you never felt like an inconvenience or a burden. You felt like a person. A person who had just as much rite as anyone else to state her opinions and feel her emotions freely.

Your hands started shaking at the realization that you were about to throw that away for just the chance that you could grow into something more. You ran your fingers through your hair again. 

Before you could pull yourself from your thoughts, his arms were around your waist pulling you closer forcefully, his eyes half-lidded. “Can you stop doing that, please?” he muttered softly. “Please.” It sounded like he was begging.

Your brow raised. “Doing what?” you asked, matching his volume.

Cautiously, one of his hand trailed up your side. Slowly, ever so slowly, like a tease. Sparks were left in the pathways made by his fingertips. They reached your neck, pausing for a beat, resting on the smooth, unblemished skin, his thumb rubbing against your jaw-bone. 

He didn’t meet your eyes, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t looking at you. It felt like he was taking in every inch of you, just examining fondly—his eyebrows knit in concentration—every curve of your figure. Every beauty mark, every freckle, every flaw. 

It was like he was memorizing you.

His hand moved again, traveling farther up until it carded through your hair with a gentle stroke, staying wary of any tangles or knots. “That,” he breathed out. “Please stop doing that.” 

Your hand caught his wrist, keeping his hand close to you. You were well aware of his other hand resting on your hip, but you tried not to let it distract you. “Why?” you asked. You didn’t know why the compulsion to ask came over you, but there it was, showing its face. “Why do you want me to stop?” 

Even with the poor lighting, you could see the way his cheeks turned red. He timidly avoided your searching gaze. “Because it makes you look gorgeous,” he admitted abashedly. “That’s not a very friend-like thing to think...”

A small smile crossed your face. Seeing him look so shy to admit you were pretty... It decided your own mind for you. “Youngmin,” you said, gaining his attention. You held his hands, brushing over his knuckles with your thumbs. “That’s exactly what I’m looking for.” 

His eyes widened. “I’m looking for the type of relationship where both me and the other person can make each other feel beautiful,” you continued, “and when you look all shy like this while you compliment me?” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “It definitely makes me feel beautiful.” 

He smiled sheepishly. “So...” he started, his gaze shifting to your hands, still lightly holding his. A tenderness overtook his eyes. “You want that kind of relationship with me?” he asked. 

You nibbled your bottom lip. Now you were the one feeling embarrassed. “If I can, I guess,” you said, shifting a little. 

He took in a sharp breath at your action, immediately taking hold of your hips to still you. “You really can’t do that,” he said under his breath, his eyes screwed shut and his heartbeat speeding up. He said it so quietly, you almost didn’t hear him. 

When his dark, shining eyes opened, they bored into your with an intensity that you’d never seen from him. “If that is the kind of relationship you want...” He leaned a little closer to you. “Shouldn’t it be your turn to make me feel beautiful?”

You felt a tension return to the room, but it was different from before. It was the kind that make your mind fuzzy with excitement and your skin set on fire. 

“It should be,” you said. “But I’m not quite sure that you understand me fully yet—” 

He cut you off with a quick, soft peck to the lips. “You don’t like it when I kiss you like that, right?” he asked, gazing into your eyes. His hands were resting securely on your back, fingers spread, making your realize how large his hands actually were. “It feels too familiar, right?” 

You nodded slowly. Honestly, the kiss didn’t even shock you. You’d gotten too used to the little shows of affection while stuck in your limbo-state. They were habit, and sometimes habit was stale. 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips while he swallowed the lump in his throat. “Then, why don’t we... Explore?” he suggested. He pulled you a little closer, his face so close by now, it blurred in your vision. 

You both knew what being this close meant. It meant you were on the threshold of your friendship. One step decided your future with each other, and that, in and of itself, filled you both with terrible anxiety. 

Would you regret this? 

However, looking into each other’s eyes in that moment—studying each other—it proved something to you. This would change the nature of relationship, and maybe even who you were as people, and it would definitely be a step over the threshold, but it would be a step in the right direction. 

Forward, not back. You could feel it sinking into your bones the more your breaths intermingled. 

Youngmin tittered nervously, his warm, minty breath fanning over your face. “Here’s to unexplored territories?” he offered. 

You shut him up by closing the distance between you. His eyes fluttered shut and both of your lips quivered against each other for a moment before moving together in a slow, simple rhythm. 

Your lips molded against each in an awkward, sloppy way at first, but it got smoother as you went on. You were both hesitant to ask too much from the other, so you left it uncomplicated, guiding and following each other in equal measure. 

He pulled away slowly, his eyes still closed. “Like that?” he asked, breathless. 

Your hands tangled in the hair at his nape. “Close. That was a kiss like someone who loves me,” you said, your tone matching his, “but now,” you cleared your throat, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “if it’s okay, I’d like one that feels like a boyfriend.”  

He opened his eyes to look at you before nodding. “’Kay,” he said, his voice just barely above a whisper. He leaned in, meeting your slightly chapped lips once again. The pace was brought up just slightly. “Like that?” he asked in between kisses. 

“Faster doesn’t mean better,” you said. “Deeper.” 

He took instructions well, though you weren’t even intentionally trying to lead him, the words just slipped out in the heat of the moment. He deepened the kiss, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulling it gingerly. 

“Better?” he asked, desperate for your approval. He chuckled, a flutter of nervousness blooming in his chest. “I feel like it was wrong.” 

You let out a breathy sigh that shot straight to his chest, spreading throughout his body like an electric shock. “Do it again and I’ll let you know,” you said. 

With a little more eagerness than either of you had expected, he did, eliciting the same sound from you. You leaned a little farther into him, giving him the same treatment. 

He melted into it seamlessly, whimpering in the prettiest way. 

“It’s good, right?” you asked softly, smiling ever so coquettishly. 

He nodded, entranced by you. “Yeah, a little bit,” he admitted. His fingers trailed a gentle path up and down your spine, respecting the boundaries of your shirt. “What’s a step up from a boyfriend?” he wondered aloud. 

You thought for a moment, your hands playing with his hair unintentionally. “A lover?” you offered. You nodded, satisfied with your answer. “Sounds about right to me.” 

Youngmin pulled you impossibly closer, your torsos pressed against each other. “Then... Can I kiss you like that?” he asked, a genuine request. You didn’t need to say anything verbally for him to know your answer; he just had to look into your eyes. 

Just as your lips touched and your tongues lightly grazed each other, you both heard footsteps coming down the hall. 

With expert speed, you wiped your mouths and jumped away from each other, immediately (and unconvincingly) looking back to the laptop screen, pretending to be completely enthralled with the plot-line. 

In truth though, you’d both been too caught up in each other to remember what it was even about. 

Daehwi peeked his head into the room. “Hey, Youngmin?” he started. He took one look at the two of you before snorting. “You guys are so not subtle,” he laughed. He spun on his heel and closed the door again before jogging further into the dorms. “Guys! Youngmin’s officially an adult!” he shouted. 

Youngmin groaned, covering his burning face with a pillow. “I’m gonna kill him...” he said, voice muffled by the cushion. 

You smiled playfully, even though you were equally as embarrassed. “I’m gonna thank him,” you said. 

He threw the pillow at you. “Don’t you dare become his enabler!” he warned.

Your jaw dropped. “Is that how you treat your girlfriend?” 

“Nope,” he said, shaking his head. “But it’s how I treat my ex-best friend.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, sure, whatever—” You were cut off by another kiss. This one was emotional, expressive and precious, sending delightfully romantic shivers down your spine.

Youngmin pulled away, giving you a smile. “And my soulmate,” he said. 

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Why’d you do it, bruh... You know you’re just killing yourself. 😂 I hope that there was enough angst to satisfy you, Cheya. I know how much you love it. With Youngmin though, since you’re kinda sorta head-over-heels for him, I felt like a focus on slow-build romance was equally (if not more so) important. 

I hope it met your expectations/requirements and it didn’t disappoint. 

In summary, hope you enjoyed!