#jennie kim x reader

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Tour Break ft. Lisa and Jennie

pairings: Jennie Kim/M!OC, Lisa/M!OC rating: Explicit word count: 3.7k summary: A few months have passed since your last encounter with Jennie. When a tour stop brings the girls near your university, they decide to pay you a visit. PART ONE HERE. tags: size kink, semi-public sex, stomach bulge, rough sex, footjob A/N: may have gotten a bit carried away. hope yall enjoy!

After that night with Jennie, the following weeks leading up to their tour changed for you completely. Instead of preparing to go off to university, you began spending more time with your sister and her friends. It was an effective way to lose that embarrassed little sibling complex. Mostly though, it was because being around them offered more chances for Jennie and you to sneak off and fool around.

And boy did you two fool around. You had to have easily been the luckiest person in the country during that time. Eventually, though, it came to a close as they went back on tour and you went off to university.

You kept in touch through texts and sneaking in the occasional FaceTime when possible, but it wasn't until the end of your spring term that you got to see them again. It wasn't even a personal visit; it just so happened they were playing at the local stadium near your university.

You had received a text from Jisoo that you were to meet them for lunch later in the day. As happy as you were to see your sister, you found yourself anxious to see Jennie. It had been more than a few months now. Would she still be interested in your arrangement? Would she still be interested in you, or had the thrill disappeared? You supposed there was only one way to find out.

You walked through the front doors of the restaurant you were to meet them at, and the hostess led you to the table where they were waiting. Immediately, you were greeted with high-pitched voices and limbs swallowing you into hugs.

Okay, maybe you hadn’t completely gotten rid of the little sibling complex.

"You look so different with all that scruff!" Rosie exclaimed, running a hand over your chin, her fingers brushing against your stubble. “I bet all the girls on campus fall for this.”

“I do alright for myself,” you joked.

Some light-hearted laughter echoed in the restaurant and you found yourself scratching the back of your neck as you stole a look at Jennie. As everyone took their seats you placed yourself next to Jisoo and across from Jennie. You stole another glance at her but, to your disappointment, she seemed to be acting completely normal.

Of course she was, you silently chastised yourself, Did you expect her to suck your dick right in front of Jisoo?

“I want to hear all about it. How has your first year been?” Jisoo questioned, placing her chin on her hands.

"Really? You guys have been traveling the world and you want to hear about how school has been?" you asked.

"Duh! And make sure you leave in all the dirty details," Lisa chimed in, a smirk on her features.

"I think we can do without that part," Jisoo said, her face scrunching up.

"Speak for yourself!" Lisa retorted.

Her words earned laughter from everyone except Jisoo, and you felt yourself slowly beginning to relax. Among her many talents, you found that Lisa was an expert at lightening the mood in any given situation.

"Where do I begin..."

You proceeded to recount the events that had occurred in your first semesters at university. The parties - which Lisa seemed particularly interested in hearing about - the friends, your classes, and even the few girls you had what could loosely be called relationships with. Though admittedly, you might have intentionally overplayed those stories. Judging by the way Jennie’s expression subtly shifted when you told the stories, it had worked. Or, you hoped it had.

Christ, you were getting bold. Playing games with one of the most desired women on the planet?

"Wow, I can’t believe my baby brother is sounding like an adult," Jisoo said, placing a hand on yours as you finished. "You’re practically a man now."

You scoffed before pulling your hand away teasingly. "God, when did you get so sentimental?"

She laughed, hitting your arm playfully before turning back to the group.

"To be fair, I think he’s been a man for a while now," Jennie spoke up for the first time, her gaze zeroing in on yours.

You played it off with a laugh, but you could feel your face heating up. Beneath that, there was a tinge of fear. Was this payback for provoking her? It had to have been. Of course, Jennie had always been flirty, however where it had been innocent in the past, you now had a history. If it could be called that. And you weren’t exactly sure how Jisoo would react to that history. But you had prodded her, now you had to deal with whatever came next.

You took a sip of your drink, recovering your composure before changing the direction of the conversation. "So, how is the tour going? You guys are on the last leg right?"

There was a collective nod before Jisoo spoke, "It’s been wonderful. I really wish mom and dad would have let us take you to some of these places."

"Why do you say – THAT!?"

The last word came out almost as a high-pitched yelp and you immediately went into a coughing fit to try and mask it. Jisoo looked concerned, as did Rosie, while Lisa bore a smirk and Jennie seemed almost indifferent.

"Sorry, I must have gotten something stuck in my throat, go on," you coughed.

Jisoo patted you on the back to make sure you were okay before continuing her answer. You, however, were no longer listening. That was because there was currently a foot pressed against your inner thigh unbeknownst to anyone else. When you looked across the table, you had no doubt about who the culprit was.

Truth be told it was exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time. Jennie stared back at you, the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips. Her eyes, meanwhile, were practically daring you to react and say something. When you didn’t, you swore her smirk grew more bold, her foot pushing higher against your thigh.

"…Well, we did New York in December, it looks amazing…" Jisoo continued on.

You nodded your head, trying to remain focused as Jennie’s foot rubbed up your leg until she reached the height she wanted. Her toes curled slowly as she moved to press against your crotch. At this point, you were already starting to get hard and had to move your chair in more so Jisoo or Rosie wouldn’t see.

"How was the crowd overseas? Good?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation and any attention away from what was happening underneath the table.

"Oh, they were amazing," Jennie spoke. When you turned your attention to her, she was simply smiling as normal, despite that the sole of her foot was now rubbing your erect cock through your jeans. "There was so much excitement and energy. I literally felt like the crowd was just going to explode."

While the other girls just nodded in agreement, you closed your eyes briefly. Lisa began speaking but at this point, you were barely registering what any of them were saying. Jennie’s foot continued to jerk you off over your clothing, rubbing you as furiously as possible without being noticed. At one point, her toes pressed against your zipper and you wondered if she just might free your cock from its constraints. That would be terrible. So why did you want it to happen so badly?

“Are you okay?” Rosie asked, giving you a glance.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, you're fine. You just need a drink," you said, trying to give your best smile before sipping your water slightly. You could see Jennie smirking out of the corner of your eye. You still didn’t know what she was playing at but you also weren’t sure you cared at this point either.

Rosie gave you a concerned look but they soon carried on with telling their tour stories. Your mind, however, was focused somewhere else. Jennie’s toes had worked down the zipper of your pants and had slid inside just enough to allow more contact with your hard cock, her sole rubbing against the stiff length as she jerked you off.

You tried to keep yourself together. You really did. But eventually, it got to be too much and you leaned back in your chair. You tried to disguise it as simply stretching but judging by the look Jennie was giving you, you doubted that was how she took it. You felt the pre-cum dripping onto her feet as she continued her assault. Fuck, you were going to cum. There was no way you would be able to hold out much longer.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jisoo asked, turning to face me. "You look like you're burning up."

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Maybe just a little hungry. Are the appetizers here yet?" you said, hoping your excuse would work.

"Actually, that's a good idea. I could go for some food too," Rosie chimed in.

"I'll check on the status," Jennie spoke up. "I need to use the ladies room anyway."

You let out a sigh of relief when Jennie's foot left your lap. But the relief was short-lived as you watched her stand up and make her way around the table. You held your breath, wondering if she would say anything but, instead, she placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it before walking away.

The contact was brief, and it could have meant nothing but you knew better. You were certain of it. She was just making sure that the message was sent.

"I'm going to head to the bathroom as well," you said, standing as you held your napkin over your lap awkwardly.

You quickly scurried away, following after Jennie, catching up to her before she made her way to the bathroom. "What the hell was that?"

Jennie looked at me with her eyebrows raised, an innocent expression on her features. Her words, however, were anything but, "What? Did none of your little campus sluts do that for you?"

"So you were jealous then?" you asked.

"Do I have something to be jealous about?" she said simply before making her way towards the ladies' room.

Maybe it was indignation, maybe it was anger; hell maybe it was just because you were still horny. Whatever the reason you found yourself following Jennie into the bathroom. As the door swung closed behind you, you grabbed her by the arm and spun her to face you. Your lips pressed hard against hers in a heated kiss.

Christ. It had been so long that you almost forgot how soft her lips were.

Almost.

You pulled her tightly against you, pressing your body hard into hers. Your tongue invaded her mouth, dominating her as the kiss intensified. Your hand traveled down her body, slipping under her skirt and grabbing a hold of her firm ass. You could feel that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Hoping this would happen were you?" you muttered against her lips.

“Baby, I’ve been going commando for months now,” she whispered. Her breath was hot against your ear causing your cock to twitch from the sensation.

“God I’ve missed you” you muttered.

Not wanting to wait anymore, you got rid of your own pants, sliding them down past your knees. Jennie positioned herself up, using the sink as a counter and spread her legs for you; her wet, glistening pussy looking up at you in the eye.

You gripped the base of your cock, positioning yourself at her entrance and thrust yourself inside her.

"Fuck~!"

Jennie was still just as tight as you remembered and your hands immediately went to her hips. You started pumping her hard and fast, your hips snapping back and forth as her legs wrapped around your waist.

"Oh my God~" she groaned, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you into a deep kiss.

Her tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring the familiar territory.

Your lips locked in a frenzy as you both tried to express months of pent up sexual frustration. Jennie's pussy gripped you tight, squeezing and milking your cock as you fucked her.

“You thought you were cute with your little act earlier didn’t you?” you grunted as you pulled out and slammed back into her with more force than before causing her to squeal in surprise, and pleasure.

“You…liked it…didn’t you,” she shot back, her words coming out in short pants. Your sudden change in roughness caused her to move one hand to the sink, gripping tightly as her body shook each time you entered her.

Rather than answer immediately one of your hands moved to her throat, choking her lightly as you continued to fuck her, "It was embarrassing."

There was a brief moment of surprise on Jennie's expression before a devilish smile crept across her lips. "Someone's gotten into a few new kinks while I was away." Her hand rose to cover over the top of yours, imploring you to squeeze tighter as her fingers curled against your hand.

Not bothering to respond, you focused on the task at hand as you quickened your thrusts. This was different from your usual dynamic with Jennie but you didn't hate it. Far from it in fact. And clearly you weren't alone in that sentiment. You could feel her pussy clenching around you. Her breathing became heavier, her chest rising and falling, breasts heaving, and her skin flushed. It was an expression you hadn't seen in a while.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

Jennie nodded eagerly, biting down on her lip, stifling a moan as her orgasm was building.

You could tell she was close by the way her pussy tightened around your cock and the look on her face.

"Go on then, cum for me, Jennie" you grunted, releasing her throat and leaning down to kiss her once more.

As soon as you released her she gasped for air, her head rolling back against the mirror as she let out a loud cry, her body convulsing around you as she came hard. Her juices spilled down your shaft as you kept pounding her through her orgasm.

It was the sexiest thing you had witnessed since, well, the last time you had fucked Jennie. Finally she relaxed and elicited small moans as you continued to slide in and out of her, chasing your own release, knowing it wasn’t far now.

“I thought I’d find you two in here.”

Your mind registered the presence of a third voice, but your body was too far gone. Thrusting into the singer’s sweet pussy a few more times you felt your balls tighten. Grabbing Jennie’s slim waist you pulled her close against you before you erupted into her. Your hips jerked erratically a few more times as your seed shot to her womb.

“Christ…you weren’t lying about how much he cums, Jen,” the third voice said.

Unbeknownst to you, her eyes were fixated on your fluids currently leaking out of Jennie. It took another moment but finally your brain began to function properly again. You tore your gaze away from Jennie, to see Lisa standing there, hands on her hips and her tongue licking her lips.

“Lisa! Shit!” You might’ve jumped backwards were it not for Jennie’s legs still being hooked around your waist. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“You mean you’re not balls deep inside one of your sister’s best friends?” Lisa asked, manicured eyebrows raised.

You hesitated for a moment, “Okay…Maybe it is exactly what it looks like.”

Jennie, who had finally started to recover as well, brushed aside her sweat soaked bangs, “Relax. You don’t have to worry about Lisa.”

“You told her?”

“I came to my own conclusions,” Lisa answered. “We were both there on that dance floor, remember? Jen just got to you first.”

There was something undeniably hot about that. That two of the most desired women on the planet had wanted you, going so far to outmaneuver one another to get to you first. Briefly you wondered what it might’ve been like if that night had ended with the two of them. Boldly, you wondered if you might be about to find out.

“First come, first serve, Lili,” Jennie grinned. She pushed you back so she could slide from atop the sink, your release dripping down her thigh.

“You’re not jealous?” you asked, remembering her earlier reaction when you mentioned seeing other girls.

Jennie rolled her eyes. Her hand reached down, fingers curling around your cock as she slowly stroked you to cut down on your refractory period, “Are you comparing Lisa to one of these campus sluts?”

“N-no, not necessarily,” you moaned.

“Good,” Jennie kissed your cheek. “Then bend her over this sink and fuck her like a good boy before your sister starts asking questions.”

Yep. That did it alright. You were back to full mast from those words alone. You turned your gaze to see that in the time you had been talking to Jennie, Lisa had stripped out of her clothes. Your cock gave a twitch at the sight. Jennie was hardly the only one of Jisoo’s friends you had fantasized about. It was all three if you were being honest with yourself. Now here you were staring at Lisa’s toned, perfectly fit body.

Lisa bit her lip, smiling and giddy with excitement as she stepped towards you. She turned, wiggling her tight ass against your crotch as she looked over her shoulder at you, biting her bottom lip, "Don't be shy, stud. Jennie's told me plenty of stories."

That made you curious. It also made you not want to disappoint her. There was no sense of pressure, maybe because you just had your balls drained and any nerves along with it. Instead what you felt was an excitement and eagerness to get to it. “Are you sure you can handle it?” you asked, feeling confident.

Lisa merely winked at you and gave another shake of her tight ass, “Why don't you find out.”

You briefly spotted Jennie out of the corner of your eye, her eyes practically glowing with anticipation at what would come next. One hand grabbed Lisa's slender waist while the other pushed against her back, bending Lisa over the sink. She giggled as she gripped the white porcelain for balance, moaning when she felt your cock start to probe her entrance.

You found her already dripping from her sex, running your cock along her folds before roughly sliding into her. "Shit" you moaned, the feeling of her tight sex enveloping you from the start. Your thick cock was splitting her in half and you could hear Lisa moan as her head fell forward.

"Are you okay?"

"Don't you dare stop," she told you. "Give me all of it, stud."

You didn't need any further instruction. You kept working your cock into her until you finally bottomed out inside of her, your balls pressed flush against her rear. It was heavenly. How many people around the world wanted to do this? Yet you were the one fucking the Thai princess in a restaurants bathroom.

You reached forward, one hand wrapping around Lisa's neatly done ponytail and pulled back her head raising. Her eyes locked with yours as you began to slowly withdraw your cock before slamming back into her.

"That's so fucking hot," you heard Jennie say.

Had your attention not been solely focused on fucking Lisa you might've spared her a glance. As it was, you were entranced by the talented dancer; your rhythm steadily increasing as she propped herself up against the sink. Fucking Lisa’s lithe, fit body was a whole different experience. Each time you moved inside of her, you felt like you might break her. Like your cock might punch through her cervix and bulge against her stomach. And yet Lisa took every inch like a goddess.

“Shit. Shit. Shit” she chanted, her body shaking with each thrusts, her head still pulled back, “You’re going to fucking break me. Is that what you want, stud? You want me to walk on stage with a limp from being fucked so good, huh?”

Your cock swelled inside of her at the thought. The filthy words driving your passion. You watched your reflection in the mirror, pounding the global starlit from behind. Truth be told you almost didn’t recognize yourself. In the span of a few months you had gone from drooling over your sisters friends and nearly coming yourself just from some provocative dancing to taking charge and fucking Jennie and now Lisa.

It made you realize her words were exactly what you wanted to do.

"That's exactly what I want to do," you grunted in response. One hand moved to slip around her throat, squeezing lightly as the other still held her ponytail, "I want my cum dripping down your leg when Money plays and you're dancing on stage."

Lisa moaned, struggling to maintain a state of coherence let alone form a proper response to your words. Fortunately, Jennie was more than willing to provide commentary as her fingers played with her own clit.

"Yeah? Are you going to sit in the front row to make sure?" she asked.

"That's right," you grunted.

You didn't know if you'd ever be able to look at Lisa the same again after this. Let alone when she was on stage performing an array of provocative moves. But logic no longer mattered. You were completely lost in the moment, saying anything and everything as long as it heightened the moment.

Too much. It was too fucking good. It was —

“Oh f-fuck,” Lisa let out, her eyes rolling back.

Her body tightened, her walls squeezing your length as her orgasm hit like an ocean wave on a stormy night. You weren't far behind, in fact as she shuddered against you you continued to thrust into her tight pussy. You buried yourself deep inside of her when your own release finally hit, painting her insides with your seed.

By the end of it you were utterly spent. And you weren't the only one either. Lisa slumped against the sink, letting it support her weight.

"I think I...I need a few minutes," she babbled.

Jennie licked her fingers, cleaning them of her own release. "Don't worry, stud. I'll take it from here. You go back before Jisoo really starts to ask questions."

You could only nod dumbly as your cock slipped out of Lisa, your cum seeping out of her hole. Needless to say, this had been one hell of a reunion.

[halcyonwrld]

— A LATE BREAKFAST

PAIRING. Jennie Kim x Reader

With a big test coming up, you and your girlfriend make a bet to see who can stay awake the longest during your study date. Ultimately, you win. This is a brief glimpse of the cozy morning afternoon that follows. (1.3K)

TAGS. college!au, just some good ol’ domestic fluff, a suggestive mention or two, playful mention of suffocating 💀

Waking up feels like transitioning out of a daze and headfirst into a living daydream. Everything feels warm and hazy. Sunlight pours in slats through the blinds. Distantly, you register the sound of the humming air conditioner, and the soft lull of music from the apartment above you.

Being inside of these four walls brings you a feeling you can only describe as pure comfort. The kind that makes you wish you could stay in bed forever.

You yawn as you come to, sluggishly scanning your apartment.

The TV is on, paused on Netflix’s home screen.

With a groan, you stretch, careful of Kuma at the foot of the bed. The joints in your legs crack with a satisfying pop of pressure. That satisfaction is shortlived; you can’t help but grimace as you notice your arm is trapped.

Jennie snores softly against your shoulder, blissfully unaware of your predicament at the moment. Your girlfriend is practically on her stomach with the way she’s curled into you, black hair mussed wildly about on her forehead, arms contorted in such an awkward way you wonder how she’s sleeping so peacefully.

She’s lucky she’s cute.

You try to pull your arm, but no give. And an annoying blunt something is digging into your waist.

Turning fully onto your side, you blindly fumble with your hand underneath the sheets. You realize it’s your phone as soon as you get ahold of it.

Turning it on— your eyes widen: it’s nearly 2 in the afternoon! You can’t believe you’ve actually slept the entire morning away. Again.

It takes you mumbling her name at least three times before Jennie begins to rouse from her sleep. (Though, you think it's your weak movements attempting to free your arm that truly wakes her.)

She squints at the light, immediately screwing her eyes shut. Then, she loops an arm around your waist and nuzzles into your chest. “Five more minutes…” she murmurs, the ghost of her lips tickling your sternum.

“Jen…” you warn.

Like a child, she whines an indignant noise, burrowing further into your warmth.

You roll your eyes before you press a patient kiss to the top of her head. Your stomach grumbles; of course she smells like blueberries, of course.

“You… you know that you fell asleep first, right?” you murmur through a yawn, teasing despite the sleepy haze that still has a grip on you both.

"Mmm, no I didn't,” she rasps, lying straight through her teeth, “you fell asleep before me, but-"

"But nothing- unless… you have proof that I don’t?”

She goes quiet at that.

Too quiet.

"Babe… you're gonna fall asleep in five more minutes, and-” You huff, yanking your arm from underneath her. Tingles shoot down to your cold fingertips as the blood begins to flow back into your veins. “I need to piss."

Jennie groans. "Just hold it."

You scoff, pushing her away by the forehead. "How about I suffocate you instead?"

"Ugh… fine.”

Jennie rolls onto her back, allowing you to move. She cocoons herself in the sheets to the neck after you stand. Watches you with puffy, low eyes as you round the bed.

“Delete the photos… I know you have so many terrible pictures.”

You scoop up a random shirt from the floor, sending her a lovesick smile when your head pops out of the top. “Babe, please… you’re the most photogenic person I know.”

“Blegh,” she complains, face scrunched as she tugs your pillow over her head, “Too cheesy.”

You giggle as you make your way to the bathroom.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"Jagiya…"

You hum at the term of endearment, glancing at your girl as you tug on a random pair of grey sweatpants, foamy toothbrush stuck to your jaw.

Jennie looks far more awake. In the time you’ve spent in the bathroom, she’s propped a pillow underneath her head, and found her phone. The sheets have slipped just below her collarbones, revealing the straps of her lace bra.

She places her phone on her stomach when you look at her, giving you her full attention. That soft stare of hers doesn't fail to give you butterflies.

"Thought you only needed the bathroom?" she asks.

You shrug. "Well, now I'm hungry."

She smirks. "No need to leave, I'm right here."

You roll your eyes and head back to the bathroom to finish up, ignoring her call of complaint.

"Since we missed breakfast, m’gonna make some. Want something specific?" you call before you turn on the shower for her, knowing she preferred to first thing in the morning.

You step out to hear her clearly, leaning your weight against the doorframe. She’s staring at herself in the ceiling mirror, rubbing an eye.

"Toast please,” she mumbles sweetly.

You hum, then collect all of your textbooks and loose papers from last night and shove them into your bag.

"What is-"

You look over.

Jennie is sitting up now, blankets bunched around her hips and a familiar paper in her hands. She smooths out a yellow sticky note, and you wince to yourself as she squints to read it, already knowing what it is.

She holds it up for you to see, eyebrows raised. "Really?"

You can barely make it out from where you’re standing, but you don't need to. You remember lazily scribbling the words ‘LOSER’ on it last night. Along with the click of your camera taking an incredible amount of pictures after sticking it to her forehead… how your drowsy laughter flooded the room as she didn't budge not once, too comfortable in your presence to once rouse from her sleep.

And yeah, maybe one of those pictures is your wallpaper right now, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

"Oh, where did that come from?” you drawl, scratching your head and glaring at the slip of paper as if you didn’t recognize it. “Weird.”

“Yeah… so weird.”

You glance around, trying to ignore the feeling of her knowing gaze burning holes into your face. Kuma scratches insistently at the door, whining. "Oh, Kuma needs to pee. Gotta go!" you rush, happy to have an out.

You swing open the door and let the canine rush out ahead of you, phone in hand as you escape Jennie’s grumbles to herself.

"Y/n!"

You pause mid-step down the hall, a suspicious squint to nothing in particular. Your girlfriend actually sounds upset. Kuma continues on without either of you, nails clicking against the floors as he jogs around the corner, not a care in the world as he races to the kitchen.

You shove your phone into your back pocket as you walk back to the room. You peek inside, blinking innocently as possible. "What?"

Steam wafts from the bathroom. Jennie is on the edge of the bed in nothing but a bra and some sweats, tying up her hair into a ponytail. The simple image of all of her beauty in a haze of golden light, is a sight that makes you swallow, hard.

She turns toward you, mischievous eyes brightening when she sees you've come back for her.

"Kiss please?" she begs in a voice you know all too well. She reaches out, expectant. Pleading with an expression that makes you a little weak in the knees.

Definitely a trap.

You’ll give her a 9/10 for effort, but you know any tricks she has up her sleeve will only prolong your day even further. Typically, you wouldn’t mind, but you’re nowhere near ready for an interrogation about the pictures you took last night, and you know she’s wondering.

You match her scheming smile, pretending to her request over. "Hm…. you can get all of the kisses you want, after you get up and brush your teeth.”

Just to be annoying, you blow one to her before you leave.

Jennie groans dramatically as you shut the door behind you.

[goldennikko]

AGAIN AND AGAIN — jennie kim

summary : you and jennie argue about the dates she had forgotten due to work. only when you were on the verge of breaking up did she realize she didn't want to lose you.

pairing : jennie x reader

tags : f!reader ; argument ; crying ; harsh words ; swearing ; angst to fluff

requested: ✔

word count : 3.0k

how many times has this been? 

5th? 

6th? 

you didn't know. you couldn't even count it anymore. the number of times jennie left you hanging was too much for your heart to bear.

you couldn't believe your heart was still beating after all the times jennie had broken it.

you had no idea how many tears you had shed, but your eyes hurt too much.

you couldn't count how many sleepless nights you'd had, but your body was begging you to sleep.

you waited.

and waited.

and waited.

again.

and again.

nonetheless, you were still here, pathetically sobbing at your shared home's kitchen counter. jennie made you wait again tonight and you're still waiting for her to come home.

the door finally opened after hours of waiting. there was a brief pause as jennie wondered where you were because you were usually on the couch, watching a movie or sleeping while it was playing. you could hear her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way to the kitchen, where you were.

"baby?"

you scoffed bitterly at the pet name. "baby? that's all you have to say?"

you didn't meet her gaze, so you didn't notice her lips forming a frown at the sight of your tear-stained face. jennie stood there, frozen, unsure whether she should approach you because you looked upset—

no.

mad.

"is everything okay, baby?" jennie asked, exhaustion and worry mixing evidently in her tone, but comfort was also present.

you chuckled, the bitterness still on your tongue. "really? is that all?"

exasperated, the cat-eyed woman sighed. "look, i wouldn't know if you don't tell me. just tell me so we can both sleep."

that caused you to snap.

you slammed your hands on the counter and stood up from your seat, causing jennie to flinch as the seat screeched in disapproval. when it fell to the floor with a loud thud, she jumped. she looked at you with wide eyes as you gave her the most intense glare she'd ever seen.

it almost seemed to be filled with hatred.

"i could say the same to you." you said, tears welling up again in your eyes. "you should have told me you weren't coming, jennie."

jennie. her name rang out in her head, mocking her. you don't address her as such. since then, you've preferred calling her jen and sweet pet names, but never the government name.

"tell you?" jennie echoed in confusion.

you threw your head back, your chest tightening as you felt the pain spread across your chest, and you gave her a tired look. you were in utter disbelief. you expected her to remember.

but she kept proving you wrong by forgetting again and again.

"it's supposed to be date night." you reminded her quietly, too tired, and jennie's eyes widened. her head whipped to the nearest calendar, where she noticed a date with a red heart. "you said you'd make it up to me."

jennie gave you an apologetic look and went to explain, but you simply shook your head.

"you forgot, jennie. you forgot. again. and you made me wait in the restaurant like a fucking idiot."

"i'm sorry, baby. it slipped my mind because of work." jennie explained, but you were sick of hearing the same excuse for the nth time in months.

"work, work, work." you sneered. "it's always work, jennie. how about you? me? us?"

jennie's exhaustion was catching up with her at that point and she was becoming irritated. the look she gave you caught you off guard and you laughed bitterly, tongue poking the inside of your cheeks to keep your rage at bay.

"you're upset? now? with me?" you asked, pointing to yourself.

"it's not my fault i'm busy with work, y/n!" jennie fought back, throwing her hand to the side to emphasize her annoyance. "what exactly do you want me to do?"

"i want you to please tell me that you won't be able to make it to our date night, jennie! don't make me wait like a moron at the restaurant!" you yelled as you marched up to her, tears streaming down your cheeks because you couldn't keep it in any longer.

"i want you to rest! i want you to relax! with me!"

jennie stood firm, her heart breaking at your pleading tone and nonstop crying, but she was too caught up with her frustrations at the moment to care.

"i'm busy, y/n! why can't you see that?! i thought you were okay with this?!"

you burst out laughing, tears streaming down your cheeks. "okay? you call this okay?! making me wait means okay? overworking yourself means okay?!"

"but we were okay!" jennie insisted.

"are you insane?!" you screamed. "when was the last time you touched me? when was the last time you kissed me? when was the last time you told me you love me? when, jennie?!"

jennie ran her hand through her hair in frustration. "i love you, of course i do, y/n! you're supposed to know that! and i thought you knew the risks of dating an idol?!"

"i knew, jennie! oh god. i knew! i. fucking. knew! but you promised me!" you prodded her chest, making her stumble with each harsh word you hurled at her. "you promised me that you'd make time for me."

"i understand if you're busy, jennie. grab your phone and give me a call, a text, or whatever you prefer. make someone else let me know, your managers, the girls—i don't care, just let me know! how much time does that take away from your work, huh?" you asked.

"minutes, jennie! not even a minute!" you yelled, gathering your hair in your hands to keep from injuring yourself because you were seconds away from punching the nearest wall.

you didn't, however, because you didn't want to scare away your girlfriend. you didn't want to hurt her or anyone else. you didn't want to instill fear in her because all you wanted was for her to understand your point. you weren't that kind of person; you were sweet and patient. you can't just take pain over and over because you, too, have a limit.

jennie knew that. 

she watched your face contort from anger to pain, just pain, as she was stunned by your outburst. jennie felt your pain twice as much because she was the source of it all.

"i just want you to make time for me, jennie, and i want you to rest because i see you're tired."

you were both crying and sobbing, but your vision was too blurry from your tears to see your girlfriend. you backed up, sobbing pitifully as you tried to wipe away your tears, but they kept falling.

jennie's heart sank and she took a step forward, but you turned around. she reached for your hand, but you smacked it away and cast another glare over your shoulders, as if her touching you would burn you. you wanted her to touch you because you missed your girlfriend's touch, even if it was painful, but you were too upset right now.

"don't touch me."

your girlfriend was taken aback by the venom in your tone and you walked around the couch, picking up the previously discarded coat as you made your way to the door. jennie realized it a little late, but she dashed over to stop you.

"no, no, no!" jennie begged, panicked thoughts racing through her mind as she wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, preventing you from reaching the door.

"don't touch me. let me go." you hissed, easily overpowering her and removing her arms from around you.

"please, don't go, baby!"

when you slipped out the door, jennie stumbled but cried out. she tried to chase you down, but you were already gone. the idol walked back home, sobbing, as she realized she might be alone tonight or even forever.

she was terrified by the thought.

you had work, too. 

you were busy, too. 

but you've never used your job as an excuse to skip a date night or any other event in her life.

she, on the other hand, forgot about your date night, birthday, and anniversary.

nonetheless, you stayed.

and yet, every time she came home, you always greeted her with a sad yet gentle smile, whispering an it's okay into her ear and guiding her through the exhausting night filled with anxious thoughts.

you never once mentioned being busy as jennie's friend and girlfriend.

the cat-eyed idol collapsed by the door, so she curled up there, leaning against the door frame, waiting for your arrival. if she made you wait for days and hours, it wouldn't hurt to wait for you out in the cold this time.

jennie had no idea how long it had been. one hour? or two? she didn't mind because all that mattered was that she was there when you got home. however, due to exhaustion from work and the argument tonight, she couldn't help but close her eyes, despite her best efforts to keep them open.

it was dangerous to sleep out there in the middle of the night, but jennie was knocked out before she knew it. she had nightmares about you packing your bags when you got home and she even had visions of you not returning at all. she shivered at the door, not because she was cold, but because she was afraid you would abandon her.

jennie felt a gentle swipe on her cheek and her eyes shot open in fear that it was someone else, but her racing heart calmed down when she saw your blank face. only then did she realize how tired you were; the bags under your eyes and the way your lips pursed in a thin line made her sob once more.

"y/n/n…" jennie whimpered as she reached for your shoulders, attempting to wrap her arms around you. she was afraid you didn't want her touch, but you let her. she jumped on you, sobbing and burying her face in your neck. 

your warmth was almost strange given how long she had been away from you, but it provided her with the comfort she needed.

"idiot." you whispered as you hooked an arm under her thighs. "you're an idiot for sleeping here."

you carried the small woman inside and proceeded to your shared bedroom. jennie felt the bed welcoming her and drew back with bloodshot eyes to watch you settle into your side of the bed.

"no..." jennie whimpered. she didn't want to be away from you, so she climbed on top of you, straddling your waist and laying on your body.

for a brief moment, you were silent as you gathered your thoughts, your arms not snaking around her waist as usual, causing jennie's heart to break even more.

"you should've told me if you didn't want to go on a date."

jennie shook her head frantically in response to your words and your voice fell silent. you were on the verge of giving up. "no, please. i wanted to, i swear. but i'm an idiot for standing you up and i'm so sorry."

you chuckled, but it was emotionless; it was just a huff, a sign of exhaustion. "i heard that last week and the few other weeks before that, jennie."

shaking her head, the cat-eyed woman drew back to look you in the eyes. "i swear i'll make it up to you!"

"that, too."

jennie's world came crashing down around her, and she bit her lip to keep another sob from erupting from her throat. you finally looked her in the eyes and reached up to pull her lips from between her teeth. she remembered you telling her to stop because it was damaging her soft lips.

"do you even love me?" you whispered.

your pleading tone made jennie cry. to think you were beginning to doubt that hurt her. she clenched her fists around your shirt, resting her brow on your cheek.

"i love you. i do, a lot."

"i don't see it."

you felt tears fall down your cheeks, but they weren't yours. it was jennie's and you would have cried too if you hadn't drained them all over the last few weeks. the thought had been bothering you since last month and it was the cause of your sleepless nights.

but every time jennie agreed to the dates you were trying to set up, you'd forget about it, only for it to return when she forgot.

you let out a sigh. "let's sleep. we'll talk tomorrow about... whatever this is."

with that, you went to sleep. jennie stayed on top of you all night, and you'd wake up to the shiver wracking her body as she tried to silence her sob in your neck at the thought of you possibly breaking up with her the next morning. you'd only sigh, and it took a while for you to wrap your arms around her, one hand on her back, running up and down, shushing her.

when jennie was finally able to calm herself and fall asleep, you followed suit.

you awoke with no weight on top of you, causing you to sigh. did you really expect her to be there when you woke up? pathetic. you clicked your tongue and stood up; your muscles begged you to go back to bed, but your throat was scratchy from all the crying the night before.

you made your way downstairs, a blanket wrapped around you to protect you from the biting cold, barely registering the noise in the kitchen, but you came to a halt when you saw her. she was moving around the kitchen with her back to you. there was food on the table, mostly your favorites, and she was making your favorite drink right now.

you stood there, checking to make sure you weren't hallucinating and screaming at your brain to let go of the illusion. however, she turned around, her eyes widening at the sight of you, and she jumped in surprise, spilling some of the hot drink onto her hand.

you shot forward, leaving the blanket behind, as she hissed in pain. you grabbed the drink and dragged her injured hand to the sink. you put both of them under the faucet and let the water run over the burn. jennie was initially hesitant, but she soon found herself melting against you and relieved when you rested your head against hers.

"i'm sorry." your girlfriend was the first to break the silence and you merely hummed. "i know my mistakes and i won't do it again. i will make time for you. i will make it up to you."

"and i'm sorry for saying we were okay. i'm a complete idiot." jennie added, watching your thumb caress the burn under the cold running water.

you sighed and reached for a towel to dry her hands gently. "look, it doesn't matter. all i want is for you to rest."

jennie turned to face you, a determined expression on her face. "no, i'll rest and make it up to you. i'm sorry it took me being afraid you'd leave me to realize i needed to make time for you."

"and for yourself."

your girlfriend nodded. "and for myself."

you sighed and leaned down, kissing her on the temple. jennie nuzzled up to you like the cat she is.

"please. please keep your words this time. i'm begging."

jennie gave you a firm nod and took your face in her hands, watching you lean into her touch. "i promise i will."

as your lips finally met, you shoulders sagged in relief. jennie returned the kiss with equal, if not greater, passion. 

her arms were wrapped around your shoulders, one hand on the back of your head to keep you in place. you had yours wrapped around her waist, longing for her touch. 

as your lips moved feverishly against each other, there was a promise, a vow, that she'd do everything she said today in this kitchen.

jennie pulled back, panting, and rested her head against your brow. "i called the company."

you hummed, hope lighting up within you.

"i managed to convince them to give me a break." she said happily.

you returned it. "i assume with threats?"

jennie gave a nod. "of course." she said.

when a smirk appeared on your lips, she took pride in it. "that's my girl." you said.

tears welled up in jennie's eyes, and you reached out to wipe them away with one hand. "i love you, sweetheart."

jennie sniffled. "i love you, my love, and i'm so sorry."

jennie sobbed once more in your arms, swaying as you hummed a song. it took her a few moments to calm down, but once she did, she pulled back to look at you again.

"did i mention it's a month off? a two even." she smiled, her eyes still welling up. she was just waiting for lisa to respond to their group chat messages.

you furrowed your brow. "did you get the girls involved as well?" you teased, but you were still happy.

"they got themselves involved, y/n/n." she corrected.

you laughed, knowing that the girls would have jennie's back at any time. besides, they had to lock you both in a closet to force you to confess to each other, jisoo's idea, because watching you dance around each other's feelings was agonizing.

"where do you want to go?" jennie said.

you hummed while pecking her lips. "wherever you want to go, baby."

jennie pouted. "i want you to decide."

you kissed the pout away and led her to the table. "okay, i have a few ideas, but let's talk about it over breakfast because the food is getting cold."

jennie nodded in agreement, but pulled you in for another long kiss. 

she had missed this. 

she had missed you. 

"i love you. thank you for being patient with me, but i'll make it up to you, y/n/n."

"i love you, too, jen."

nikko note: hi, hi! i'm not really the best at writing angst, so i'm sorry if this is not that good. but still, thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed this one!

[perfectsunlight]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝐤

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

“can i see you tonight?” you asked hesitantly, fidgeting with the hem of your chanel sweater, one of your favorites that jennie had given you. 

jennie had just returned from paris this afternoon, and you wanted to see your girlfriend. you had news to share with her, and deep down you hoped that somehow she’d see you. but you should’ve known by now.

jennie never wanted to see you.

"i'm sorry, darling," she responded coolly, her voice laced with a hint of indifference. "i have plans tonight. maybe some other time." her words stung, and you could feel your heart sink.

you couldn't help but wonder if she had intentionally planned something just to avoid spending time with you. it wasn't the first time she had brushed you off, but somehow, it still managed to hurt every single time. the doubts began to gnaw at you, making you question her true feelings for you.

but deep down, you knew you had fallen under her spell. jennie had a way of twisting situations to her advantage, effortlessly manipulating you into questioning your own worth. it seemed that the more you loved her, the more she enjoyed toying with your emotions.

as you stood there, clutching onto the sweater she had given you, you couldn't help but wonder if it held any significance to her at all. perhaps it was just another carefully crafted gesture, designed to make you feel indebted and vulnerable.

you took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. “i see.” jennie’s scoff could be heard from the other end of the phone, and you physically flinched when you heard her snap at you.

“oh don’t even start, y/n.” 

jennie's tone turned sharp, her words slicing through the air like daggers. the sudden shift in her demeanor caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless.

"i have my own life, you know," she continued, her voice dripping with condescension. "i can't just drop everything for you whenever you want. you're being so needy."

her words struck you like a punch to the gut. the accusations of neediness made you question your own desires and needs, as if they were somehow unjust or excessive. it was a tactic she often employed—shifting blame and deflecting any responsibility onto you.

but this time, you refused to let her manipulate your emotions. summoning your strength, you spoke with a newfound determination.

"you're right, jennie. i shouldn't have expected you to prioritize me," you said, your voice steady despite the hurt bubbling beneath the surface. "i just had something really important to tell you, and i thought you’d want to know about it."

silence lingered on the line, punctuated only by your racing heartbeat. it was a pivotal moment—an opportunity for jennie to reflect on her actions and perhaps offer a genuine explanation. but instead, her response was laced with manipulation once again.

"you're overreacting, as usual," she scoffed dismissively. "you can literally just tell me over the phone, nothing can be that important."

a mixture of frustration and disappointment swelled within you as jennie belittled your attempt to share your news. it was clear that she had no interest in giving you the support and attention you craved.

but this time, you refused to be swayed by her manipulative tactics. you took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before responding.

"no, jennie, this is something that deserves more than a phone call," you asserted, your voice unwavering. "i wanted to share it with you in person because it's important to me. it's about my dreams, my aspirations, and i hoped you would be there to cheer me on."

there was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line, as if jennie was momentarily caught off guard by your firm stance. but before long, she regained her composure, her tone now laced with a subtle mockery.

"do you know how busy i am? what could be so significant that it requires an in-person meeting? stop being dramatic, i can’t drop everything for you." she scoffed, her words dripping with disdain.

her words cut deep, echoing the doubts that had been haunting you for far too long. staying in this toxic cycle would only erode your self-worth further.

you felt a surge of determination as you realized that it was time to reclaim your power and break free from jennie's toxic grip. you were tired of being manipulated and invalidated, tired of allowing her to diminish your worth.

"you know what," you declared, your voice steady despite the emotional turmoil brewing inside. "you’re right, jennie. just forget it, don’t even worry about it. forget i ever said anything."

"finally, you're being sensible," she remarked, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "i always knew you would come to your senses. i’ve gotta go, i love you."

jennie's sudden change in demeanor caught you off guard. the mocking tone in her voice and her proclamation of love seemed out of place, almost forced. but you couldn't shake the feeling that she was manipulating you once again.

as she hurriedly said her goodbye and hung up the phone, a mix of confusion and frustration swirled within you. it was clear that she had no intention of addressing your concerns or offering any support. her "i love you" felt hollow, devoid of any genuine emotion.

you thought she’d care enough to hear your news, because in a way it did pertain to jennie, as well. after training for years, the blacklabel had decided to sign you as a soloist.

which meant that jennie’s producer was now your producer, too.   

teddy knew who you were since you’d been working with him occasionally during your debut days. however, now you are officially going to be working with him. 

a million thoughts raced in your mind as you sat inside teddy’s recording room. pictures of your girlfriend and her members could be seen across the room.

a part of you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and nostalgia, knowing that your relationship with jennie had come to this point. but you were determined not to let those emotions hinder your progress or cloud your professional mindset.

teddy greeted you warmly, his presence exuding a sense of professionalism and experience. you shared a brief exchange, acknowledging your previous encounters during your debut days. 

it was a bittersweet reminder of the connection you once had with jennie and the hopes you had harbored for a shared musical journey.

but as the recording session commenced, you focused on the present moment, dedicating your energy to your own growth as a solo artist. teddy's guidance and expertise became invaluable as he helped shape your sound and bring your artistic vision to life.

as the days turned into weeks, you built a working relationship with teddy based on mutual respect and a shared passion for music. he recognized your talent and dedication, investing his time and energy into nurturing your potential as a solo artist.

while the presence of jennie's images in the recording room served as a constant reminder of the past, you chose to view it as a testament to the experiences that had shaped you. it was a reminder of the strength you had gained, the lessons you had learned, and the determination that propelled you forward.

with each recording session, you felt a sense of liberation, knowing that your music was an expression of your individuality and creativity. through hard work and collaboration, you began to carve out your own unique sound and identity. 

however, teddy wasn’t blind. he could tell from the words you were writing and singing about that this person was someone he knew all too well.

teddy's keen observation skills didn't go unnoticed. he could sense that the emotions and experiences you poured into your music were deeply personal and connected to your relationship with jennie. the lyrics spoke volumes, subtly alluding to the struggles and pain you had endured.

in one of the recording sessions, teddy approached you, a thoughtful expression on his face. he spoke with a gentle sincerity that contrasted sharply with jennie's manipulation.

"i can't help but notice the depth and authenticity in your music," teddy said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "it's clear that these lyrics hold a significant meaning for you. if you ever need someone to talk to or share your story with, know that i'm here to listen."

his words touched a tender place within you, providing a much-needed reassurance that there were people who genuinely cared about your journey. it was a stark contrast to the emotional rollercoaster you had experienced with jennie.

over time, you began to open up to teddy, sharing the challenges you faced and the impact your relationship had on your artistry. he listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and understanding. his presence became a source of strength and guidance, almost like a father you wished you had growing up.

as you continued to work with teddy, he became not only your producer but also a mentor and confidant. he recognized the importance of your personal growth and helped you navigate the complexities of your emotions, providing valuable insight and support.

“does she know about the song yet?” he asked as you were wrapping up one evening. a small scoff escaped your lips. “no. we don’t talk enough for that.” 

the man nodded slowly, fully aware of the situation you were in because of one of his other artists. he loved you and jennie both, but he knew this was something that you shouldn’t probably tell her about.

“don’t tell her.” he said slowly. “let her find out about it on her own.” 

your label had dropped the news that you had signed with them the following day. and needless to say your girlfriend was livid because you took his advice. 

you hadn’t told her the news yourself. she found out through the media, along with the rest of the world.

“why didn’t you tell me y/n?” jennie asked firmly over the phone. you rolled your eyes at your girlfriend’s tone. it was 7:30 in the morning and she was already starting to get riled up.

“yeah and when would i get the chance to? you never talk to me anyway.” you said casually, moving your head to the side so the makeup artists could work. 

your relationship with jennie was always toxic since her debut. she was controlling, and usually you’d fold, but since working with teddy, you’ve become more abrasive. 

it was time jennie got a taste of her own medicine. and that was exactly what you planned on doing.

“you’re being ridiculous. stop talking back.” she snapped at you over the line. “you know better than to talk like that with me.”

“look jen, i’ve gotta go.” you scoffed before hanging up. with the motion of your hand, you silently told the artists to continue their work. 

a small smirk appeared on your lips. this felt good. defying jennie even more felt like some sort of challenge now. 

the next day teasers for your upcoming single dropped, and jennie threw her phone against the wall when she called you 50 times and you didn’t answer. 

because the title of your song was “the devil wears chanel.”

as the teasers for your upcoming single spread like wildfire, you couldn’t help but relish in the irony of the situation. the title seemed to strike a nerve with jennie, amplifying her frustration and anger to the point of fury.

amidst the chaos of her incessant phone calls, you watched as jennie’s name flashed on your screen for the umpteenth time. with a smirk, you declined the call, allowing her frustrations to simmer.

you knew the title of the song would hit close to home for jennie. it was a subtle yet deliberate jab, a reflection of the power dynamics you had experienced in your relationship. the message behind the song resonated deeply, not only with you but also with those who understood the symbolism.

as the release date approached, anticipation filled the air. the song became a hot topic of discussion, with fans and media outlets speculating about its meaning and connection to your personal life.

"no, i’m not changing it," you replied firmly, your voice filled with determination. "you can’t tell me what to do with my music.” 

there was a stunned silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the sound of jennie's sharp intake of breath.

"how dare you speak to me like that?" she hissed, her voice seething with anger. "you can’t just paint me as the villain in this."

"and how would people know its about you, jennie?" you snapped, your voice steady. "no one even knows we’re together!"

"i know exactly what you're doing," jennie retorted, her voice dripping with venom. "i won't let you tarnish my image."

you couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and disbelief at her response. it was as if she was projecting her own manipulative tactics onto you, deflecting any responsibility for her actions.

"this is about my own experiences and emotions," you asserted, trying to maintain your composure. "it's not about painting you as anything. but if the shoe fits, jennie."

jennie interrupted you with an icy laugh. "you've changed, haven't you? working with teddy must have given you some delusions of grandeur. just remember your place."

her threat hung in the air, a reminder of the toxic power dynamic that had consumed your relationship. but you refused to let her words intimidate you any longer.

"don’t call me anymore, jennie.” you said firmly. you were no longer the person who would fold under jennie's control. 

when the single finally dropped, the response was overwhelming. 

“the devil wears chanel” became a sensation, capturing the attention of fans and the media alike. it showcased your growth as an artist, both musically and personally.

some clever fans even started drawing parallels between you and jennie, despite the fact that the two of you had never interacted publically. it was interesting how they could put two and two together without you saying a word.

while jennie’s public reaction remained unseen, her silence spoke volumes. the power dynamics had shifted, and you were no longer the one under her control. 

it was a liberating feeling, knowing that you had reclaimed your voice and were now using it to express your truth.

you knew that jennie would eventually hear the song, and you couldn't help but wonder how she would react. the lyrics spoke of liberation, reclaiming your power, and breaking free from toxic relationships. it was an anthem of empowerment, a reflection of your journey towards self-discovery and self-love.

the day of the song's release arrived, and the response was overwhelming. fans praised the talent in your vocals and the relatability of the lyrics. critics hailed it as a bold statement of artistic independence and personal growth.

but it was jennie's reaction that held the most weight for you. despite your toxic relationship, you still felt the attachment towards her. jennie’s approval still weighed heavily on your mind, even though you hadn’t spoken in days.

days turned into weeks, and yet, no word from jennie. it seemed as though she was keeping her distance, perhaps processing her own emotions in private. you were thankful for it because it gave you time to process your own.

then, one evening, as you were preparing for an interview, your phone buzzed with a text notification. it was from your manager.

from: manager

chanel wants you to come to their next show

your head started spinning. jennie was chanel’s ambassador. she was definitely going to be there.

as if on queue, jennie started calling you. needless to say, she was not happy.

“you’re not going.” the idol hissed over the phone, gripping the device in a vice like grip. “i swear to god if i see you there.”

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself against the surge of emotions that washed over you. jennie's anger was palpable, and you knew that attending the show would only add fuel to the fire. but you also recognized that it was an opportunity for both closure and growth.

"i told you to stop calling me," you replied, your voice resolute. "but regardless, no. i’m going."

there was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line, broken only by jennie's heavy breathing. it seemed as though she was contemplating her response.

"don't you dare show up there," she seethed, her voice laced with warning. "i don’t want to see you there."

as her threat hung in the air, you realized that attending the show would indeed test the boundaries of your newfound strength and resilience. 

but you also knew that succumbing to jennie's control would only perpetuate the toxic power dynamic that had defined your relationship.

"i'm sorry you feel that way, jennie," you replied firmly, your voice filled with determination. "but i don’t care about what you want."

with that, you ended the call, not allowing her manipulative tactics to sway you. 

as the day of the show approached, you prepared yourself mentally and emotionally. you had only ever defied jennie over the phone and over texts. doing this was an in-person thing.

walking into the venue, you felt a mix of nerves and excitement. the air was charged with anticipation, and you couldn't help but wonder how the encounter with jennie would unfold.

the moment arrived when you found yourself in the same space as jennie, both of you caught in the midst of the dazzling fashion world. the room was filled with industry insiders, photographers, and fans, all eager to witness the unfolding spectacle.

you caught a glimpse of jennie from a distance, her gaze briefly meeting yours before she averted her eyes. it was clear that tension still lingered between you, and the wounds from your past relationship had yet to fully heal.

but as the show began, you focused your attention on the runway, the stunning designs capturing your imagination. the exquisite creations of chanel took center stage, and you couldn't help but let it take your mind off of the human chanel herself.

however, from the shadows you could feel jennie’s burning gaze into the side of your head.

you could sense jennie's presence, her silent scrutiny intensifying with every passing moment. it felt as if her gaze was a physical weight, attempting to unsettle your composure. but you refused to let her presence deter you from enjoying the show and embracing the opportunity for growth and closure.

throughout the event, you remained focused on the stunning creations parading down the runway. the artistry and craftsmanship of the fashion pieces were awe-inspiring, captivating both the audience and yourself. it was a moment of pure appreciation for the art that transcended any personal tensions.

as the show reached its climax, your attention momentarily shifted from the runway to the corner of the room where jennie stood. her eyes met yours, an unspoken challenge passing between you. it was a test of wills, a reflection of the power dynamics that had defined your relationship.

you held her gaze steadily, refusing to back down. the weight of the past and the complexity of your emotions hung in the air, and in that moment, you saw a flicker of something in jennie's eyes—but maybe you were seeing things.

because you had never seen a look like that from jennie kim since before she debuted. it almost looked like regret.

with the final walk of the models and the resounding applause of the crowd, the show came to an end. as the audience began to disperse, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the pending confrontation with your manipulative lover.

jennie approached, her steps hesitant yet determined. the air crackled with a mix of tension, vulnerability, and the possibility of resolution.

“y/n.” 

the devil herself, dressed in signature chanel locked eyes with you. at first you wanted to run as far as possible, but then you saw who she was with.

it was the person in charge of global affairs for chanel. 

you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. their presence together seemed calculated, as if it was all part of jennie's plan to keep you entangled in her web.

the woman in charge approached you, a polite smile on their face. "y/n, i've heard so much about your talent and artistic vision. we have a proposal for you."

you glanced between jennie and the chanel representative, sensing the underlying dynamics at play. taking a moment to collect yourself, you responded cautiously, "i'm listening."

the representative continued, their voice filled with enthusiasm. "we've been considering a collaboration between you and jennie. it would be a powerful statement of two incredible talents coming together, representing the strength and resilience of women in the industry. chanel believes in the power of unity and collaboration."

the proposal caught you off guard. it seemed like an opportunity for growth and artistic exploration, but deep down, you couldn't shake the feeling that jennie had orchestrated this to keep you within her reach.

you glanced at jennie, searching for any sign of confirmation or validation. her expression was unreadable, her eyes giving nothing away. it was as if she held all the cards, waiting to see how you would respond.

taking a deep breath, you mustered the strength to assert yourself. "i appreciate the offer, but i need some time to think about it. this collaboration would require careful consideration, especially given our history."

the representative nodded, understanding the weight of your decision. "we believe in your talent, y/n, and we're open to exploring what this collaboration could mean for both of you. which is why we already asked your management ahead of time, and they approved it for you."

the revelation that your management had already approved the collaboration caught you by surprise. it seemed as though jennie had been working behind the scenes, manipulating the situation to her advantage. 

the feeling of being trapped in her web intensified. you had already fallen into her trap.

you glanced at jennie, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and anticipation. it became evident that this was all part of her plan, a calculated move to keep you entangled in her control.

collaborating with jennie would be a double-edged sword, reigniting old wounds and further entangling you in her manipulations. and there was nothing you could do about it.

because the devil wore chanel. and you were trapped in this vicious dance of power and manipulation, unable to break free from its suffocating grip.

“i see.” you said softly, eyes glancing between the woman and the devil herself.

jennie's triumphant smile widened, her victory becoming more apparent. she had succeeded in ensnaring you once again, using chanel as a means to exert her influence and maintain her hold over you.

the chanel representative stepped closer, oblivious to the underlying tension. "we believe this collaboration has the potential to be groundbreaking."

you felt a surge of helplessness wash over you. the weight of the situation pressed upon your shoulders, and you realized that the path ahead was fraught with uncertainty and further entanglement.

in that moment, you made a decision. a decision to play the role that jennie had assigned you, to dance to her tune once more. it seemed that breaking free from her grip was an impossibility.

with a heavy heart, you nodded and forced a smile. "i'm honored to have this opportunity. let's make it happen."

jennie's smile widened further, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. she had won, and you were trapped in her carefully constructed web.

as you walked away with the chanel representative, you couldn't shake the sinking feeling that this collaboration would only deepen the scars that jennie had inflicted upon your soul.

the devil had prevailed, and you were left with no choice but to succumb to her manipulations once again.

you still loved jennie kim, even if she was the most vile person you had ever met.

the weight of your decision settled heavily upon you as you continued down the path jennie had paved. every step felt like a concession, a surrender to the toxic cycle that had ensnared you.

days turned into weeks, and the collaboration between you and jennie took shape. on the surface, it appeared to be a harmonious partnership, a merging of two talents. chanel praised the collaboration, oblivious to the underlying power dynamics and manipulation at play.

behind closed doors, however, the wounds from your past relationship resurfaced. jennie's control and manipulations were still ever-present, woven seamlessly into your interactions. her subtle remarks, her veiled jabs—it was as if she reveled in keeping you on edge.

you found solace in your art, pouring your emotions into the music and lyrics. it became an outlet, a way to express the complexities of your entangled relationship with jennie. but even in your creative endeavors, she maintained an iron grip.

“you’re not going to put an album out, y/n.” jennie whispered against the shell of your ear. you bit your lower lip in an attempt to fight off the goosebumps forming on your neck.

she always did this. jennie always tried to get whatever she wanted from you with just a few deep kisses.

and as unfortunate as it was, you always gave in to her.

“jennie.” you whispered, trying to hide the way your heart was pounding in your chest from her close proximity. “stop it.”

jennie's lips curled into a sly smile, her warm breath grazing your skin. "you know you can't resist me," she purred, her voice laced with seduction. "be a good girl for me, yeah?"

your mind waged a battle between desire and self-preservation. every fiber of your being yearned to break free from her grasp, to reclaim your independence and pursue your own artistic endeavors. but the magnetic pull she held over you was undeniable, a toxic blend of passion and manipulation that left you powerless.

her fingers traced delicate patterns along your arm, her touch igniting a familiar fire within you. it was a dangerous dance, one that both exhilarated and terrified you. you could also see the copious amounts of concealer lining her collarbone, proof that there were marks underneath that definitely were not yours. 

but still, you once again made a choice to surrender, to give in to the intoxicating allure of jennie's power. as much as you wanted to resist, to find the strength to break free, you couldn't deny the twisted love you still held for her.

as jennie's lips met yours, engulfing you in a whirlwind of passion and control, a part of you mourned the loss of your own agency. but another part of you reveled in the forbidden thrill, the undeniable chemistry that ignited between you. 

you knew deep down that this wasn't healthy, that you deserved better than a love that demanded your sacrifice. yet, for now, you allowed yourself to be consumed by the heat of the moment, the fervor of a love that was as destructive as it was intoxicating. 

you succumbed to the devil's embrace, knowing that the road to freedom was one you would not be taking anytime soon.

as the collaboration reached its peak, you couldn't deny the impact it had on your mental and emotional well-being. the scars deepened, the suffocating grip of jennie's control tightening with each passing day. 

it seemed as though there was no escape from her influence, no path to reclaim your independence.

the world saw the glamorous facade—the successful collaboration between two renowned artists. but beneath the surface, your soul yearned for liberation. the devil wore chanel, and you were imprisoned in her web.

one evening, you got an email from chanel sending you their best wishes. confusion laced your features as you felt a sinking feeling within your soul. something wasn’t right.

“what the hell?” you muttered as you slowly sat up and read your phone screen over and over again. then you saw the headlines in your news notifications.

chanel collaboration with jennie kim and y/n l/n to be taken over by jennie herself

you immediately called jennie, and you feared she wouldn’t answer. but she did.

“jen what is going on?” the tone you spoke with was unmistakable. it was pure fear. “what did you do?”

"oh, darling.” jennie's low chuckle echoed through the phone, a chilling sound that sent shivers down your spine. “i just told them you weren’t doing well mentally, and that i would be so kind enough to take over entirely.”

your heart sank, realization crashing over you like a tidal wave. it had all been a carefully orchestrated trap, and you had fallen right into it. 

the collaboration, the manipulation, the entanglement—it had all served jennie's ultimate goal of complete control.

a teary scoff fell from your lips. “so you used me? you never cared did you? about me or my feelings.”

"i never used you, y/n," jennie sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "you just can’t play my game and expect to beat me, baby.”

anger mingled with the fear within you, fueling a fire of determination. "you won't get away with this, jennie," you gritted through clenched teeth. "you can’t do this.”

jennie's laughter grew louder, a twisted symphony of satisfaction. "oh, my dear y/n. there is no escape from me. you are mine, and you always will be."

the weight of her words crashed upon you, and crushed your spirit. there was no longer a will to fight back and reclaim your autonomy to rebuild the shattered pieces of your life.

as you hung up the phone, tears fell from your eyes. you curled into a ball on the floor, clutching the same sweater jennie gifted you all those years ago.

it served as a painful reminder of the deception and control that had consumed your life. you didn’t know how much time had passed, but when you glanced at your phone finally you saw a text from jennie.

from: the devil.

i’ll send you the rest of the collaboration pieces just bc i love you <3

the text message from jennie only intensified the torment you felt. it was a cruel reminder of her power and her ability to manipulate your emotions. as you read the message, a mix of anger and despair coursed through your veins. 

how could she claim to love you while reveling in your pain?

but none of that mattered, and it seems like none of it ever did. not to jennie, at least.

and even though you loved jennie kim, love was not enough. but as cruel as it was, at least you had love. even if it was wrong and manipulative. even if it made no sense at all and left you crying in your room alone. 

and even if it was twisted, toxic, and came in packages of chanel, you would still be hopelessly in love with your million dollar woman. forever.

a/n: if you are w someone like this pLEASE LEAVE THEM-

also thank you for 1.4k <333

[baddestbittyontheblock]

jennie kim fic recs

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「🩰」 proof by @jigujellee jennie kim x reader | fluff, 1.3k

-life is full of changes, but jennie is one of things that managed to stay the same.

「🩰」 holidate by @sevlgi jennie kim x fem!reader | angst, fluff, holiday relationship, coworker!au, fashion interns, too many clothing descriptions, insecure!y/n

-you don’t know what you expect when you’re asked kim jennie to date her for the holidays. you definitely don’t expect for her to fall in love with you, too-- or that you won’t want her to.

「🩰」 groupmate by @dolljenn jennie kim x reader | mature content

-your professor decided to pair you with jennie for a science project, but ended up scissoring.

「🩰」 smut blurb by @xonaoi jennie kim x reader | biggest lesbian jenni, chances of getting caught, idol au, scissoring ( we love that ), and oral

「🩰」 the beautiful dress by @naughtyblackpinksnaps dom!jennie kim x sub!female!reader | dominant idol submissive reader relationship, semi-public groping receiving, slight teasing receiving, slight ear play receiving, making out, public restroom sex, slight nipple and breastplay receiving, female oral sex giving and receiving, and tribbing.

「🩰」 lead the way by @jigujellee jennie kim x reader | slight smut, some fluff, 1.8k

-you were always taught not to talk to strangers, but if the stranger is hot, then why not?

「🩰」 jennie gf headcanons by @fourseasonscomeandgo jennie kim x fem!reader | mentions of bug killing, knifes, and harming people with it, cursing

「🩰」 little show by @ninigummysmile dom!jennie x lisa x sub!fem!reader | smut

-you and your girlfriend are having a very intimate moment when you are interrupted

「🩰」 isn't this love by @drymbp jennie kim x reader

-love is when y/n listens to each and every word that leaves jennie's lips.

「🩰」 tiktok series by @chaepu jennie kim x reader | fluff

-the one where you call her by her name

「🩰」 typa girl by @writemekpop jennie kim x reader | fwb jennie, suggestive, smutty

-you're the type of girl who runs away after a one night stand, but can jennie make you change your mind?

「🩰」 girl friends or girlfriends by @girlgroupwriting jennie kim x fem!reader | fluff, smut, 2.4k

-in friendships and relationships, if there is one thing you’ve learned, it’s that communication is key.

「🩰」 drunk (and clumsy) romeo by @fourseasonscomeandgo jennie kim x fem!reader | fluff, cursing, alcohol, 1.6k

-you have known jisoo since you were both around six years old as your mothers are friends. you two remained close all these years, even when she debuted and became the superstar she is today. you're proud of her.

「🩰」 the jealousy playlist: that one twice song about jelly by @fourseasonscomeandgo jennie x gn!reader | fluff, 1.2k

-when you first started dating jennie you felt a little out of place.

[chaepu]

Tiktok Series - Jennie Kim

pairing: jennie kim x reader tags: tiktok content creators genre: fluff

the one where you call her by her name you slyly walk up to jennie with your phone as she's doing the laundry, "hey jennie, i'm about to get food did you want anything?"

jennie shifted her head towards you so fast and frowned at you. "what was that?" she says

you tilt your head. "what?"

"are you mad at me?" "no?" you reply back, confusion laced in your voice. "why'd you call me that?" "what are you talking about?" you ask. "why'd you call me that?" she emphasizes. "that's your name." "yeah, but not to you." she says while agressively folding the laundry. "jennie-" "stop, to you its jen, nini, babe, baby, babygirl, the love of my life, apple of my eye, please get out of my laundry room" she spews out. you stare at her and finally speak before the time on the tiktok goes out, "so you don't want anything to eat?"

this the most we've ever seen jennie mad damn, you made her so mad she grabbed two different socks

the one where jennie tells you you couldve been nicer to her you and jennie were currently sitting on other ends of the couch, you playing video games with your friends as jennie was mindlessly scrolling on her phone. little did you know that she started filming you.

"babe," you move your headset a little bit so you could hear jennie speak, eyes still towards the screen, "yeah?" she sighs, "i feel like you couldve been nicer to me today." you glance at her and she's looking at you. "what?" "i feel like you could've been nicer to me today."

you move your mic and start to speak to your friends, "hey guys, im gonna get off. talk to you tomorrow." you shut the game off and look at jennie as you start crawling towards her. "im sorry baby. did i do something? did you want to talk about it?"

wait, y/n is actually so cute

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a/n: thanks for reading! i've got a couple more prompts as content creators so i'll be turning this into a mini-series.

[bitchiswild]

About You

Jennie x F! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: angst

A/n: damn 😔🤚

Requested

In a dimly lit bar, the ambient sounds of clinking glasses and murmured conversations blended with the soft strumming of a guitar. Y/n, the lead vocalist of a local band, stood on the small stage, her fingers lightly grazing the strings of her guitar. The crowd hushed as she began to sing, her voice filled with raw emotion.

"There was something 'bout you that now I can't remember," Y/n's voice resonated through the venue, capturing the attention of everyone present. The lyrics were a reflection of her own heartache, a melody that echoed the pain of a love lost. As she continued, memories of a past romance surfaced in her mind.

~~~

(past)

"What are you writing about, my love?" Jennie, her girlfriend, asked, her fingers gently caressing Y/n's shoulders. Y/n sighed contentedly at Jennie's comforting touch, looking up to meet her eyes, which were filled with adoration for the girl before her.

"I'm working on a song about you, actually. I'm calling it 'About You'," Y/n replied, a soft laugh escaping her lips. Jennie joined in, their laughter intertwining in the warmth of the moment.

"Can I hear it when you're done?" Jennie asked, her curiosity blending with a genuine interest in Y/n's creative expression.

"Of course, babe. Once I perfect it, I'll let you be the first to hear it," Y/n assured her, a radiant smile illuminating her face.

"Anything you write, Y/n, is perfect in my eyes," Jennie whispered sweetly, her words carrying a sincerity that melted Y/n's heart. The air between them filled with an unspoken understanding, a connection that went beyond the words shared. In that intimate exchange, the love they felt for each other was beautifully woven into the fabric of the moment, creating a tapestry of affection that lingered in the air.

Weeks passed, and the song "About You" evolved into a beautiful melody that resonated with the emotions Y/n harbored for Jennie. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting warm hues across the sky, Y/n invited Jennie to their cozy apartment to share the finished piece.

The room was filled with the soft strumming of Y/n's guitar as she began to sing. Jennie sat on the couch, captivated by the heartfelt lyrics that seemed to paint a vivid picture of their love story. Y/n poured her soul into every note, and as the final chord resonated, a profound silence enveloped the room.

Jennie looked at Y/n with tears shimmering in her eyes. "That was beautiful, Y/n. It's like you've captured the essence of us in every word and melody," she said, her voice filled with genuine emotion.

Y/n smiled, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and satisfaction. "I'm glad you think so. It's all about you, about us."

As the last notes hung in the air, Y/n set the guitar aside and moved closer to Jennie. Their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, the unspoken connection between them deepened. Jennie reached out, tenderly wiping away a tear from Y/n's cheek.

"You have a way of turning the ordinary moments into something extraordinary," Jennie confessed, her fingers gently tracing the contours of Y/n's face.

Y/n leaned in, capturing Jennie's lips in a sweet and lingering kiss. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the soft melody of their love lingering in the air. The song had not only become an ode to their journey but also a bridge that reconnected their hearts.

After the kiss, they held each other, savoring the warmth of the moment. "I love you, Y/n," Jennie whispered, her words echoing the sentiment expressed in the song.

"I love you too, Jennie," Y/n replied, a profound sense of completeness settling between them.

~~~

"I don't get it," I asked, confusion and heartbreak intertwined within my words. Jennie's revelation felt like a sudden plunge into icy waters, a shock that left me breathless.

"Y/n, get it in your head. You and I have different dreams," Jennie declared, her words hitting with punctuated finality.

"But... but, I thought we were each other's dream?" I stammered, my voice barely audible as the weight of her words pressed upon my chest.

"I lied. I can't be a low-ball artist's girlfriend. You won't make it out there. You've been playing in the same five bars for the past three years, and there has been no movement," Jennie uttered venomously, her words cutting through the air like shards of glass. Each syllable felt like a blow, a relentless assault on the dreams I had nurtured and believed in.

My heart shattered into fragments. Being an artist was not just a career; it was my soul's yearning. Being a singer wasn't merely a profession; it was the rhythm of my existence. And Jennie... she was my dream personified. Yet, here she was, dismantling them all with ruthless precision.

Tears welled in my eyes, betraying the depth of the pain coursing through me. Jennie noticed, her gaze faltering for a moment, a fleeting acknowledgment of the devastation she had just unleashed. "Y/n, I—" she began, an apology clawing its way out.

"No. Just leave, Jennie. Never come back," I interrupted her, my voice devoid of emotion, each word a struggle to push past the lump forming in my throat. My lips quivered as I turned away, unwilling to let her see the extent of the devastation she had wrought.

The air between us hung heavy with the shattered remnants of dreams, the echoes of love, and the profound ache of betrayal. As I walked away, the weight of her words clung to my every step, a haunting melody of heartbreak playing in the silence she left behind.

~~~

(Present)

"It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender," she continued, her eyes closed as she poured her soul into the song. The lyrics unfolded the story of her love for Jennie, the only woman who had left an indelible mark on her heart.

"I miss you on a train, I miss you in the morning," Y/n's words hung in the air, expressing the ache of loneliness that accompanied Jennie's departure. The crowd listened intently, drawn into the narrative woven by the heartfelt lyrics.

In the midst of the audience, unbeknownst to Y/n, Jennie stood watching. Her gaze fixed on the stage, she felt a mix of emotions listening to the song inspired by their past. The lyrics resonated with her own journey, the sacrifices she had made to chase her dreams, leaving Y/n behind.

As Y/n continued to sing, the intensity of the moment reached its peak. The bar was silent, captivated by the emotional performance. That's when Y/n opened her eyes and, to her surprise, locked eyes with Jennie. A bittersweet realization washed over them both.

The song reached its poignant conclusion, and the crowd erupted into applause. Y/n, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected gaze, collected herself and graciously acknowledged the audience.

After the performance, as Y/n made her way off the stage, she noticed someone waiting for her backstage. It was Lisa, the new drummer of the band, accompanied by a familiar face—Jennie. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as the two approached.

"Y/n, meet my girlfriend," Lisa grinned, introducing Jennie to the bandmates.

Y/n and Jennie exchanged glances, the unspoken words of the past year hanging in the air. In that moment, surrounded by the music that once united them, they felt the possibility of a new beginning. The echoes of the song lingered, serving as a reminder that sometimes, the most beautiful melodies emerge from the symphony of life's unexpected twists and turns.

[the-roo-too]

do you write for blackpink? if you do then can i request for jennie fluff alphabet ❤️🫰🏻- 🌸

i write for nmixx, nwjns and le sserafim, tho i can take requests for other girl groups! if i’m familiar with the idol, they’ll be put under the ‘others’ part of my masterlist :D

just like the jimin fic

candy -> jennie ruby jane ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- being with someone like jennie in the industry like this is hard, so she definitely admires the fact that you still decided to stick with her! waking up with you in her arms just makes her go all soft :((

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- your neck 👹 for neck kisses ofc, very affectionate 🥸

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- jennie really likes cuddling when one of you is sitting on the other’s lap 🤭 it just feels so secure and private yk?

dates (what’s her ideal date)- deffo a secured place, maybe a picnic somewhere? jennie prefers domestic dates 😌

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- she feels like you’re the one person who won’t ever judge her, so she expresses what she feels always, be it verbally or just by her behaviour 🧍‍♀️

family (does she want one)- definitely does, but not right now, not while she’s a big public person 🥶 jennie will probably want to have a lil family with you in a couple years time tho! 🫶

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yesss 🤭 i’ll talk about it later, but holding hands makes her feel calm! 🤝

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- ma girl jennie goes l i v i d 👹 she will burn the cause of your pain with her bare hands, im not even joking

jokes (does she like to joke around)- a bit? it’s normal for her to be slightly playful, but jennie isn’t the type to tease you all day or something. she’s just chill

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- i already mentioned that, but neck kisses! loves them like 🤭🤭 they are very soft tho, it’s not a sexual thing, just casually planting a lil smooch on the side of your neck <33

love (what’s her love language)- jennie is filthy rich, her love language is definitely gift giving! you could wake up on a random day and there’s just a very expensive bag or new perfumes sitting on your nightstand with a little note ‘thought this was cute, have a good day love!’

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- sneaking out to get snacks at 3 am 🤭 it was during your movie night on your 6 months anniversary and the memory is just very dear to her <33

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- it’s not about sleeping directly, but jennie is big on skincare routines before bed! she posts cute photos of you two wearing face moisturising masks on her secret spam account

oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- acting like a grownup one second and then using baby voice on you is pretty quirky 💔

pet names (what does she like to call you)- i’m sorry but she isn’t creative in that field 💀 ‘love’, ‘honey’ yk the usual ones. not really anything out of ordinary

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- jennie LOVES to spill to you all the tea she has on famous people 😭 that’s her favourite part time activity tbh

rush (does she rush into things)- absolutely not, jennie has everything planned out with you. dates, outings with friends, she likes to keep things under control

secrets (how open is she with you)- in her field of work, she needs to keep some stuff to herself. i feel like jennie doesn’t like not being honest to you, so she tries to avoid topics she can’t talk about

time (how long did it take for her to confess)- 3 moths 🥶 she was scared you wouldn’t like her back! who wouldn’t like her back tho but she took you on a cute lil friendly date to the park and very shyly confessed her luv for you :((

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- she does that goofy baby voice idk if you know what i’m talking about 😭 but jennie like coaxes out of you what’s wrong :((

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- i’m sorry but yes 😭 we’re talking about jennie, there’s a 50/50 chance the public would skin you both for existing so 💔 she’s actually more scared that people would attack you if the two of you did actually come out :((

warrior (how often do you fight)- jennie is a busy person and while you don’t fight too often, it does annoy you when she misses a date or comes home late and just lays down in bed. you’re very understating tho :(( so even if a argument does appear, you quickly try to resolve it

x-ray (is she able to read you)- let’s be honest, jennie knows you better than you know yourself. she knows all your needs and can read your emotions pretty well, she’s a true one 💪

yes (how would she propose to you)- balloons everywhere, lights! both your families are present, your friends, a suspiciously expensive photographer and all that stuff. when jennie does propose to you, she does it in the flashiest way possible 😌✨

zen (what makes her feel calm)- holding hands 🤭 it kinda grounds her, reminds her you’re there with her and she’s not alone! <3

part of [the fluff series]

[chocotonez]

morning sun (jennie kim/reader)

a/n: ceil learn how to finish drabbles challenge (impossible)

warnings/genre: fluff, cuddling, mentions of the public knowing about your relationship? gn reader and let me know if anything else should be tagged!

You and Jennie were curled up together in bed, enjoying the warmth of each other's embrace. The morning sun was filtering in through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room.

A yawn escaped your lips as Jennie placed her head between the crook of your neck, her arms wrapping around your waist. Her fingers ghosted your sides, lazily tracing shapes while internally complaining about having to leave your side for some schedules.

"Good morning," You murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Morning," A replied, her voice still groggy. "What time is it?"

"Like…Six? When do you have to leave?” you asked, rolling over to stare at your phone and squinting at the sudden bright screen.

Jennie sighed, “we have time. let’s just order breakfast for delivery?” you nodded, as she giggled and reached up to peck your cheek, grabbing her own phone to go through the nuances of morning notifications.

Your hand trailed down her back, tracing shapes before finding itself in her hair, twisting and curling her strands. She didn’t want to get all sentimental this early, but she wanted to be here, cuddling with you all morning. She was already dreading aggressive press and the scrutiny of the public eye, complications involving your relationship. None of it mattered when she was in your arms and you were in her’s.

"I love you," She murmured, casually and quietly.

"I love you too," You replied, their voice soft and warm. "More than anything."

You laid there in silence for a few moments longer, just enjoying each other's company. The world outside could wait – for now, work didn’t matter, others didn’t matter, and you could just bask in the simple pleasure of love. You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, as you both relaxed furthered into the mattress, letting the sun hit your faces as you relished each other’s presence.

[cladestine]

prompt: reader and jennie sleeping together. reader is awake and contemplates on kissing jennie because she might wake her up. reader leans in only to hesitate centimeters away out of embarrassment. jennie opens her eyes and says, 'Well if you won't do it, I will.'

pairing/genre: jennie x reader with lots of fluff

Blackpink recently finished their Seoul concert yesterday. There were a lot of people who watched the group. It may be a kid, an athlete, a politician, an idol, or a celebrity—you name it, everyone is there to watch the biggest girl group in the world; and as the girls' photographer, your main duty is to take pictures of the group whether it's from rehearsals, soundchecks, and concert itself. You made sure that you would capture the girls' best angles and their cute moments on and off the stage. To be honest, you don't find it hard because the bond that they have is natural and every angle of the girls' is their best one, so you undeniably always have something beautiful to capture.

You are scrolling through those pictures that you took yesterday on your laptop. You find it funny because most of the pictures were cute candids of the girls. There is a picture of Chaeyoung eating a whole orange; Jennie bringing Kuma to their practice; Lisa annoying the hell out of Jisoo at their rehearsal; Jisoo and Haein doing a wacky pose backstage; Lisa laughing with her idol friends; and a whole lot of pictures that you know the girls and their management would like. When you are filtering the approved and rejected photos that you will send to the management, one photo catches your eye in particular—it is Jennie on one of their sound checks. She is looking at your camera with her genuine smile plastered on her face. You smiled as you remembered the entire story behind the photograph.

*Soundcheck Day 2*

You are taking pictures of the group on their day 2 soundcheck. There were a lot of people in the venue, but since the ticket is just limited being it as for soundcheck, it is not somehow crowded, so you are free to roam around the venue without any fans barging and distracting you from taking pictures. You are thankful for their fans, but you avoid scenarios that would stop you from doing your job, because last time a fan kept on asking you to fill her bag with confetti, you missed a lot of good shots because you got too busy raking the confetti like a damn autumn leaves to put in the fan's basket. As you were taking pictures of the girls, your eye caught Jennie having fun interacting with their fans. Jennie's happiness radiates throughout the whole venue, and you are happy for her because Jennie always tells you that she missed performing and interacting with their fans on stage, so for her to experience it today is enough for you to understand that she is really happy right now. You are watching her through your camera lens with such adoration. Jennie found your camera and said, "I love you." Some might think that it was directed at the fans, but little did they know that those words were solely meant for you. You mouthed back the same words, and Jennie blushed and smiled. Seeing your favorite smile on her, you immediately took a photo of it and winked at Jennie.

______

You smiled, remembering what happened in the picture. You look at the girl beside you and admire her beauty. You are ready to risk it all for her. You would do anything and everything if that meant that it would result in her happiness. You are willing to lose sight of all the colors in the world if that means that she will always be happy to see the beauty of life. If it costs you a life in order for her to breathe, no questions asked, and you are ready to die for her.

"It will always be a fair trade when your happiness is involved. Even if it cost me my life, I would do it. That's how much I love you. It's always you, Jennie." you whispered in her ear. You are centimeters away from her lips when you get embarrassed and pull away. You blushed because it just sank in to you how much you love Jennie Kim. Once you pulled away, you started scrolling on your laptop once again when you heard her voice.

"Well, if you don't do it, I will," Jennie said. She grumpily woke up and kissed your lips. "Why did you pull away? I was expecting a kiss" she said, after she pecked your lips again. You are confused and embarrassed because it just meant one thing: Jennie was already awake when you were being emotional because of a photo you took of her. "I'm sorry. I don't want to wake you" you shyly said. Jennie smiled at you and kissed you once more. This time it was a passionate one. It is not rushed nor wild. It is more of a reassuring and genuine kiss. You figured that it was kind of how Jennie responded to the words you uttered a while back, and even though you were already a year together, the high and excitement that you were feeling never faltered. You are so lucky that amidst all the people who are trying to catch Jennie's heart. She chose you. Jennie chose you.

"Don't expect me to continue sleeping when you confess how much you love me. To be fair, I feel the same way. I will always choose you, Y/N" Jennie said.

note: i am back. my account was broken for whatever weird reason and i can't post anything on tumblr, i just found out yesterday that it was already fixed so yeah, hello friends!!

also, i just want to thank everyone for 100 followers. celebrate small wins, am i right? i accept requests so if you do have prompt/s in mind or you just want to ask me anything, you can click the link in my bio.

[glazedyam]

Hiii can I request a Jennie NSFW alphabet bet please 🌛

JENNIE NSFW ALPHABET

WC: 1.05k

Warnings: nothing gross, jut plain nsfw.

Jennie is my cutie-patootie, I will defend her with my life. 🥺 Finally someone asks for something for Blackpink, I’d really like to write more for them, but I’m dry as the Sahara desert. I’m without ideas. 💀

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Jennie is a big cuddler, so she oftens cuddles with you after sex, making sure you’re comfortable. She also likes resting her head on your naked chest. She just loves the intimacy and the comfort it brings her.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also on their partners)

Hers: Her waist. Listen, she didn’t work hard her whole life to maintain her waist that thin just for it to not be her favorite part of her body.

Yours: Your lips. She loves them, loves to kiss them, loves to bite them… she just thinks they compliment your face very well.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

She loves to watch your face when you cum. The way your eyes roll back and you bite your lip to prevent any sound from coming out.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

She’s a bra/panty-stealer. That’s it. That’s the secret. She just loves your scent. She keeps them in a secret drawer until she can return them to you, or until they stop smelling like you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Jennie has had her fair share of boyfriends before dating you, since she didn’t really understand her attraction to women, so it was a bit difficult for her to get used to having sex with a woman, but she’s a quick learner.

F = Favorite position

Missionary. It’s vanilla, yes, but- she enjoys the feeling of her puffy clit against yours, the way she can look into your eyes, and see how much you like it when she fucks herself against you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

She’s definitely more on the serious side, as she prefers the moment to be romantic and intimate.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

She’s groomed, shaved, to be precise. I feel like she doesn’t like waxing.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect.)

Jennie is very cut-to-the-chase. When she wants you, she makes it clear. She can be romantic, but she prefers you be the romantic one.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t masturbate often. She’s too busy to do it properly, and she rather have you instead, but when she has to masturbate, she does it in her room, where no one will bother her and she knows she’s in control.

Kink = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Scent kink. She loves how you smell, so natural, so perfect… it’s a turn-on for her when she gets to eat you out, since she’s close to your cunt, and can smell your arousal.

L = Location (Favorite places to do things)

The bedroom. Jennie is a private person, and she a place where both of you can be comfortable.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going).

As I said before, your smell, but you wearing something of hers, it turns her on so much. It made her feel weird at first, since she didn’t want to be a pervert, but she owns it now.

She lends you her clothes more often now, with the excuse that you need to be as fashionable as her since now you’re dating a literal fashion ambassador, but it's just so she can get off.

N = No (Turn offs, things they refuse to do.)

Hit you. She can’t fathom doing it, she just can’t. I see Jennie as someone who can be mean in bed when she’s jealous, but when you ask extreme things like hitting you, it’s a no-no. She will, however, spit in your mouth if you beg for it.

O = Oral (Preference in receiving or giving, skill, etc.)

Giving. She loves to be close to your arousal, and she loves to taste it with her tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Slow and sensual is Jennie’s way. If you want her to be rough with you, you’ll have to be patient with her, as she needs to get the hang of how to do it properly first, or without hurting you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She likes them, but she prefers regular sex.

When she has pent up sexual frustration, she likes to do a quickie, but I don’t really see her doing it on the regular.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

I don’t see her taking many risks. She has a reputation to maintain, and can’t have anyone watching you both do it, you’re hers after all.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last).

Jennie gets tired quickly, but she can last one or two rounds before needing a rest, but she makes sure to pay enough attention to you to compensate for that fact.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Jennie owns one toy that she uses on herself whenever she wants to masturbate, but she stopped using it now that she has you. She prefers to use it on you.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease).

She loves to tease you, watching how you blush and try to hide your face… it’s so cute to her.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds they make).

She moans a lot, but she’s quiet when she does. She used to fake moan a lot in her past relationships, but now she doesn’t have to do it, since she doesn’t feel pressured to pretend that she’s having a good time, she’s having a good time for real now.

W = Wild card

I had no idea what to put here, but like, I can imagine her being a pillow princess when she’s needy. It’s so rare when this happens, so relish on it while you can.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not that high. She can go long periods of time without having sex.

Z= = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward).

I don't see her falling asleep that quickly, but if she does end up sleeping, it’s against your chest, like I said before.

[minarisplaything]

Blackpink in Your Area (p1) ft. Jennie Kim

Pairing: Jennie Kim x Male!Reader Rating: Explicit / Mature Wordcount: 1.6k Summary: After her latest performance you find yourself sneaking backstage with your girlfriend.

AN: some context, this was made...god around the time of their first world tour? so writing wise it might not follow the same rhythm of my current stuff. but it's a personal fave i've had privately that i figure fuck it i might as well post it now. if you want to read a TWICE converted version of this chapter with Nayeon you can find it on my AFF profile but this is the OG never published version. Enjoy!

"Where are we going?"

"Ssh. Just come on!"

The accented voice leaves little room for argument as the owner's hand pulls you down another corridor. It seems with every turn you get further and further lost — which is likely the point. However, Jennie seems to know exactly where she is going, a small comfort at least. She pulls you down another tight passage then stops, pressing you against the cold wall. Instinctively you hold your breath before realizing you have no reason to — or at least you hope you don't.

"Jennie, you're acting like we're running from the cops," you speak, your voice a hushed whisper despite your previous reasoning.

"They might as well be the police," she responds, glancing back the way you came.

After another moment, she must be pleased that there is no one following you and turns to face you, a mischievous grin on her features. Without a word, she cups your face with her hands, bringing your lips down to meet hers in a slow, greedy kiss. Whatever concerns or confusion you had previously begin to fade away as your hands find their way around her. It has been so long since you had a moment together that you had forgotten how easy it was to melt into her embrace.

She pulls back, her nose brushing against yours. "If anyone saw us," even with your eyes closed, you can hear the relief and satisfaction in her voice. The kiss had the same effect on you. "This would be over and my career would be on the line," she places a kiss to your jaw as she speaks.

It is a bittersweet truth. What you have is masked in darkness and secrecy; not even the other members of her group know about you. If it were ever revealed to the public, not only would the fans and paparazzi eat you alive, dating is strictly against her company's rules. You always said that you would end things with her before you ever let that happen to her.

You feel her palm running over your cheek, your distressed thoughts likely showing on your face as your brow furrows. "Don't think about that now," she presses another kiss to your lips, then another and another; giving you plenty of time to notice just how soft and irresistible her lips are. By the fourth kiss, you are eagerly kissing her back, your hands sliding from her waist up her back, pulling her closer than you already were.

This time around your embrace is needier, hungrier; as if every second you were living on borrowed time. You feel her hands move from your cheek up into your hair, fingers running through and gripping at the short strands. Her teeth dig into your bottom lip, tugging on it while she peers up at you with those killer eyes of hers. The sight alone is enough to make your heart skip a beat.

"I need you," she says when she lets go, "Right here. Now."

As she speaks, one hand slides down from your hair, running over your chest and rubbing over your slacks. Her palm encourages the bulge that is growing there and you cannot deny that your arousal doesn't just come from her but the fact that at any moment you could be discovered. It is exhilarating in its own way. Adrenaline and lust are a dangerous concoction on any night but here with Jennie, it seems especially so.

You agree without a word, only giving a small nod of your head before you are spinning her around so her ass is jutting out to you while her hands splay against the opposite wall. She is still dressed in her stage outfit from the earlier performance, which doesn't help to subdue your eager hands in the least. She is stunning in every way, yet when she is on stage she still somehow seems to magnify that. Seeing the outfit just brings back memories of watching her earlier that night.

"Need some help there?" A teasing voice breaks you from your momentary recollection. Jennie is glancing over her shoulder at you, brunette hair partially masking her features. She has a vixen side to her and truth be told, you are used to her taking control and being in charge, but you also know that you cannot let this opportunity she is giving you go to waste.

In return, you offer her a smirk of your own, "Merely admiring the view." Though given your time and place, this is hardly the moment for appreciation.

You push her plaid skirt up, your hand dipping between her thighs. "You've soaked right through your training shorts, baby," you try to keep the arousal out of your voice, but the husky facade cracks just a bit. Jennie moans in response; the notion turns you on just as much as it does her clearly. "Just how long were you thinking about this?"

At first, it is a rhetorical question, but as your wrist snaps back and forth, fingers getting her off over her clothing, you find yourself eagerly waiting for an answer. Jennie does not give any; her breath comes out in quick hiccups. She leans further into the wall, her hips pressing out closer to you in obvious need. "Were you thinking about it during your performance?"

"Y-Yes..." she manages, her own hand reaching back to grip your wrist, refusing to let you stop. "When I saw you in the crowd — oh god."

You can tell she is going further and further down the rabbit hole. Her New Zealand accent becomes more pronounced the more aroused she gets. An astute observation you have made over your time together. It is not the only sign either; she is biting down on her plump bottom lip and her thighs are clenching deliciously around your hand.

Satisfied with her answer, you lean over her, your breath hot against the shell of her ear. "Baby, we don't have much time."

The idol takes a moment before she nods in response, her grip loosening on your hand. Your fingers deftly move from between her thighs to her waistband, pulling down her spanks to expose her to the night air. You make quick work of your pants buckle, or at least you try to. Your own eagerness causes your hands to fumble with it for a second before finally getting it undone and unzipped.

"Oh fuck..." Jennie moans loudly as you slide your length into her, and it is the most heavenly sound in existence. In any other time, you might've clasped one hand on her mouth to muffle the moans lest you be discovered, but in this moment, caution is thrown to the wind.

You can feel your cock swelling even further once you are inside her; the walls of her pussy clamping down on you. It takes you one thrust, then another before you are in to the hilt, a deep groan rumbling from your chest past your lips as you take a moment to revel in the sensation. That moment is all you allow yourself, however. Comparing it to the earlier kiss that had been the slow and eager first embrace; what comes next is pure hunger and lust.

Your hands grip her waist tighter as you pull out of her, hips snapping forward to meet hers. Another delicious moan reaches your ears as she lets her head fall back. Each thrust is harder and faster than the last, desperate to be with her and to have her coming undone in pleasure. Of course, to do that, you have to hold yourself together as well, and that is no easy task. "God, you feel so good."

The sound of skin slapping together begins to fill the space you have tucked into, mixing with the heavy breaths and moans that fill the air. You lean over her, one hand moving to turn her face towards you as your lips meet in a sloppy embrace. "I love seeing you like this. I want to make you feel this good all the time."

Jennie only moans in response, her mouth hanging open as she takes every inch of you. Your free hand moves from her waist to her chest; fondling her breast through her top. You have enough sense not to be so aggressive that you pop a button, but it is a tall task. The last thing you need is questions from the costume department.

"Fuck, right there," her hand reaches back, grabbing at your ass to force your cock back to hitting the same spot. Jennie is so used to being in control that you are almost tempted to deny her request. And maybe in a different time and place, you would have teased her for a bit before giving in. Now, however, you do not even have control over yourself, let alone strength to tease her. All you can do is what she asks of you. Hips move frantically to fulfill her desire, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Her nails dig into your skin, and you can feel your own release coming as well. "I — I'm close!" you grunt in warning.

"Hold on, baby. Hold on, I'm almost there... almost...!" she goes quiet; her body tightening as her mouth falls open in a silent cry, her eyes shut tight as her orgasm runs through her. Fingers dig into the back of your neck as she comes, and it is just might've been the most beautiful thing you have witnessed since her last one. Jennie has never been the loudest when she comes undone, yet it is still enough for you to reach your breaking point.

"JENNIE?!"

Suddenly, a voice cries out, causing you to physically jump back, your cock springing free of Jennie's pussy, cum shooting in the air. When you look in the direction of the out crying voice, you are both aroused and horrified.

There stands Jennie's group-mate and best friend, Jisoo, her face coated in your cum.

"...Oh fuck..."

[fayeforrosie]

hi!! may i request a jealous jennie x reader fic pls! angst w fluff❤️❤️

Words Not Meant To Be Said

Jennie x Fem! Reader

After selfishly lashing her anger out on you, saying words that could not be taken back, Jennie realizes that it's up to her to make things right Warnings- Swearing, mention of alcohol Thank you for the request anon! :)

The aftermath of this night had been Jennie's fault. She knew that. She knew she shouldn't have said such things to you, and as soon as her words unconsciously slipped off her tongue, she immediately took a step back, rethinking what she had said as she placed the two of her hands on her head, gripping her hair in regret.

The two of you weren't officially dating, however it was quite obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that something was going on between you and her. She knew it was acceptable for you to contemplate her whereabouts as she arrived at your apartment later than usual, and yet she still felt the need to selfishly take her anger out on you.

"It's not even that late Y/n! I don't know why you're making such a big deal about me coming home at like", she glances at the clock "ten at night!"

"It's not about you being late Jennie! It's about how you said you would be here at eight, and so I waited for you for two hours without a single fucking text! I don't care if you stayed longer at your friends, I care that you tell me the actual time you'll be here, and then fucking follow through!" You angrily step closer to her, shouting even louder than you had been when she first walked through the door.

Jennie furrows her eyebrows and slams the drinks she had brought onto the table, raising her hands in defense.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know I was your fucking girlfriend or something? Am I supposed to change my entire fucking schedule just for you?"

Your tightened shoulders began to relax, furious emotions simmering down to the last drop. Shaking your head disappointingly, you grab your keys off of the counter adjacent to you, strutting out the door without a single mutter being said on your behalf.

Anger wasn't what you had felt at the moment. You didn't want to argue back with her, she said what she said, and there was no changing it on her part. You knew she regretted saying it as soon as your gaze falls upon her softening eyes, her arms reaching out as you walk out the door, repeating the same words over and over.

"Y/n I'm sorry you know I didn't mean it. Y/n come on please. Y/n I'm sorry, really", she had begged, pleading for you to come back.

Ultimately, that is what led you to where you are now, sitting at a local club, three or four shots surrounding your presence that random men or woman had bought you.

You never do this. You were never the person to go clubbing, however with all of the contradicting feelings floating around in your hazardous mind, you assumed this would be the best decision to finally let loose and forget about her.

On the other hand, Jennie didn't know what to do. She tried calling one of her closest friends and ask for their advice on what she should do, yet to her dismay her friend failed to pick up on the other line, leaving Jennie in a puddle of thoughts she was forced to deal with herself.

She brushed her hair back with her fingers, sighing as she looked up at the ceiling, contemplating on what she should do to make it up to you. She had already tried calling and texting you multiple times, nevertheless she received no response, as she expected.

Thinking back, Jennie knew there was so many better ways to handle the situation, but in the heat of the moment, like she would always do, her emotions got the best of her, and to gain privates end, she shouted such hateful words towards you, knowing it was wrong.

Jennie decided it had been enough standing around before she grabs her keys and starts out the door, immediately racing to her car and hoping into the drivers seat.

First, she stopped at one of your closest friends house, Sana, and asked if you had possibly came by, however Sana shook her head and gave her other places to check around the town.

Next, following Sana's orders, Jennie drove to one of your favorite libraries, a place you would always resort to when your day wasn't as pleasant as others. Nonetheless, after searching through the libraries interior, you had yet to be there as well.

Jennie drove to numerous other places, continuing to call your cell in the mean time, and failing to find you in all areas she checked. As she drove by yet another place you enjoyed going to, Jennie heard a ding coming from her phone, immediately picking it up in hopes it was you.

She looked down at the screen, frowning as she realized it was only Sana, however her eyes lighting up as she begins to read the text that had been sent to her.

I just checked Y/n's location on Snapchat and it said that she was at that club by her house. I would go check on her.

After reading what was sent, Jennie places her phone next to her and almost instantly races to the designated direction, not a care in the world that she might have cut in front of a couple cars and sneakily ran a red light.

Finally Jennie arrived at the club, slamming the car door shut and running towards the entrance, ignoring the irritated hollers she would recieve as she pushed herself through the crowd of people. She quickly holds her ID up for the bouncer before she moves inside, uncomfortably loud music and horrific smelling men invading her senses.

She turns her head left and right, desperately searching in every direction for where you could be. As she walks through the mobs of drunken people, a certain laugh she could easily recognize passes by her ears. Her head perks, following the direction of your laugh, shoving her way towards your sound as hurriedly as she could.

Finally her eyes fall upon the back of your head, your gorgeous hair she's admired for so long flowing down your shoulders. She smiles out of relief and makes her way over to you, breathing heavily, her nerves beginning to suddenly rise.

"Y/n I need to talk with y-"

You turn around at the recognition of her voice, only for Jennie to realize a dark haired woman sitting next to you, way too close for her liking. You roll your eyes once your gaze falls on hers, turning back to the woman you had been talking to, moving just a smidge closer, knowing that Jennie doesn't like what she sees.

"Who's this?" Jennie asks defensively, walking towards your figure and standing by your side, a face written of straight jealousy.

"Why do you care? It's not like we're girlfriends, isn't that right?" You tilt your head, reciprocating what the woman had said to you not even a couple hours before.

Jennie knows the reason behind your words, and it felt only worse now that you were confronting her about it. She knew you were upset, and she knew that the two of you had a lot of talking to do, nonetheless, a random attractive lady attached to your side was not what Jennie was expecting you to respond with.

"Y/n, I know your mad, but please can we just talk this out?" Jennie begs, her heart aching with not only regret, but her jealousy burning within. She wanted you away from that woman. She wanted you away from this nasty club, where anyone and everyone wouldn't hesitate to take a chance on you, as proved by the woman not too far from her. It was unfair for Jennie to feel like this, after she had just got done yelling at you for being so invasive, and yet she stood there next to you, wishing she could rip you away from all of the vile men and woman eye-fucking you in every possible direction.

"I'm not talking anything out with you Jennie. You were right, we aren't dating, so we should stop acting like we are." You turn to your side, attention once more engrossed on the woman by your side, Lisa, she said her name was.

"Listen Y/n... I know what I said was wrong, and it's completely my fault, but I mean it when I say that I could not be more sorry for what I said to you. It was wrong and hurtful, and I just beg you to let me take you back home so we can talk it out." Jennie inches towards you, wanting nothing more than that pestering black haired woman to see that you were hers and nobody else's. She wants these people, staring ever-so indiscreetly, to realize that you are taken by someone else... her.

"Jennie", you say to her, your tone sounding as if there was nothing left inside of it, and truth be told, there wasn't. "Why don't you just leave me alone. Go sit somewhere else and find a nice girl to talk with."

"I'm not doing that Y/n! I want you to come with me, plea-". Just before Jennie could finish her sentence, a hand makes it's way to her chest, pushing her back slowly as a figure begins to arise in front of her.

"Why don't you just back off. She said to leave her alone." The woman, Lisa, who had been sitting by your side as she witnessed the entire argument unfold, finally says as she stands in between you and Jennie.

At that, enrage instantly shoots through Jennie's body, her face turning a deep red and her head looking as though smoke could blow out of it at any second, similar to those silly cartoons animated for little kids.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jennie stands tall, stepping closer to the woman with no shame in the slightest. "I don't know who you fucking think you are but-".

"Jennie!" You shout, snagging her attention away from the woman. If you hadn't stopped her at that, who knows what kind of terrible words would pridefully spill off her tongue. "Go sit somewhere else and relax yourself. I don't want you near me right now."

And Jennie did just that, no other choice at hand, and the sting of vexation even now coursing through her veins. She watched as you threw your head back in laughter, hand resting upon the other woman's shoulder as you responded in just the way that woman hoped you would. Her arm was wrapped loosely around your waist, a drink occupying her other as she arrogantly flirted her way through the conversation.

Jennie couldn't stand to watch it, but she knew if she was to go up to you and say something then it would only make the matter worse. Instead, she sat there and watched you, her eyes never leaving your figure. She couldn't leave, not until she knew you were safely back in the comfort of your own home, no stupid little annoying chick chaperoning you.

Jennie sat there for almost an hour until she finally sees you stand up, however the same woman by your side begins to follow you out of the club. Jennie instantaneously rises from her seat, rushing to follow you out of the door and to wherever you planned on going.

Letting her thoughts get the best of her once again, Jennie runs ahead of you and stops in her tracks, turning to face you and the woman.

"What are you doing?" Jennie asks, worry and jealousy evident in her tone.

"What does it look like? I'm going back to my house with her", you say confidently, almost as if this entire situation was merely aimed to get on every last nerve of Jennie's.

"No you aren't Y/n. Please just let me take you home." Jennie's eyes drop to your hand, noticing how its intertwined with the other woman's, holding it unyieldingly.

"Jennie I know you're upset but just-". Your immediately cut by a strong pair of lips being pushed against yours, retracing them back to Jennie's, and you feel her hand slide to your waist, pulling you tighter to her and away from the woman behind you. She continues to kiss you, her hand sneaking down to yours and ripping Lisa's hand right out of your grasp, replacing it with her own.

"Y/n, please, give me a chance to talk to you", Jennie speaks softly, her lips retracting from yours. Lisa begins to back away, feeling out of place, and deciding it would be best for her to go back to where she had been before.

Jennie leans her forehead against yours, eyes brimming with tears as her hold on your waist stays as tight as it has been.

"Let me take you home ok? We can sit down on your couch, I'll make you something yummy to eat and we can go from there."

Your eyes begin to water as well, various different thoughts coursing through your brain on what to think and what you should say. You want to push away from her, but truthfully, you couldn't find yourself to do it.

"I thought I meant nothing to you Jennie. You made it sound like what we had was just a stupid little fling to you", you ease into Jennie's arms and allow your voice to become soft, tired of all the yelling and hatred that has been passed around throughout the night.

"Y/n. You mean everything to mean. Please don't let those stupid stuff that I said to you earlier make you think otherwise-"

"How do I know you mean it Jennie?" Your tears begin to spill against the concrete, voice shattering, lips trembling. Jennie's heart aches for you. She hates seeing you like this. It breaks her more than it breaks you, and even though you don't realize the effect it has on her, she knows deep down that your feelings mean more to her than her own.

"Because I love you Y/n. I've loved you every since this thing that we had started. I never wanted to admit it, not so soon, but if that's what it takes to convince you that I mean it, then that's what I'm going to do." Jennie admits lowly, her voice shaking and her self confidence rapidly dropping.

Words can't describe the amount of emotions soaring through you at the moment. You want to be mad at Jennie, but hearing her admit such a thing, hearing her say what you have wanted to say all along, only causes you to forget everything else that had gone wrong before. You rid the words she had previously said to the back of your mind, something that could be discussed later on, and your hands make there way to the back of Jennie's neck, pulling her towards you in one swift motion as you press your lips to hers.

Almost as if its a custom routine, Jennie holds your body close to hers, instantly kissing you back, feeling as the grip you have on her neck fails to get any looser. Her lips slide in between yours, savoring every last moment before you pull away, lips still inches from hers, whispering the words she been hoping to hear for months passed.

"I love you too."

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This was honestly so bad but I wanted to get this request done cuz I have a lot haha, I don't mind though, please keep them coming!! I love you all!!

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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟥,𝟩𝟨𝟢

𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗻 - 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝘆

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌. 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾���𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾, 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗀.

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍.

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉’𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗍.

𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍.” 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

“𝗒/𝗇/𝗇?”

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋.

“𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗒/𝗇.” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. “𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗈.”

𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈

𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌. 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌.

𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 “𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀” 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖿𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖿𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈. “𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒. “𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌? 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 ��𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈.

“𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗌𝗂𝗋. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗂 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.”

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, “𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒/𝗇. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗉.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾. “𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒/𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.” 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖻𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌.

𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺. “𝗒/𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. “𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗂.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒, “𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽! 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍, 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝗃𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗒𝖺, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗂’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾. 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌.”

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. “𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄. 𝗂𝖿 𝗂’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾.” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌. 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗇. “𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄.

𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 “𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒”, 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍.

𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾.

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 “𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗈” 𝗈𝗋 “𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗐” 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝖺𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁�� 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀.

“𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.” 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. “𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾.” “𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. “𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾? 𝗐𝗁𝗒?” 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼.

“𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾, “𝗒/𝗇, 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾. “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂’𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉’𝗌.”

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 “𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽” 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾, 𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗂. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾.

“𝗁𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂’𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒.” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗈𝗑. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

“𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗒/𝗇/𝗇. – 𝗃” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝖺𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾? 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.

𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒? 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂'𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇

“𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇, 𝗒/𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.” 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌, “𝗈𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾.

“𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽, “𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇?”

“𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗌.” 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁.

“𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗂.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁, “𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋���𝗓𝗒, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗂’𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. “𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽. “𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.”

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾.

“𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗒/𝗇/𝗇. 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?”

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈?

𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌.

𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆. 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀–𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗂'𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗒𝖼𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 “𝗒/𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍, 𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽.

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐𝖾𝖽. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒? 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐

𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟢𝟢𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁. 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗓𝗈𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅’𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 ��𝗁𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗀���𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗐��𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍:

“𝗂 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇.”

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺.

“𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾. 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗉𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌.

𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾?

[simpnamedluna]

~Girlfriend!Jennie Headcanon ~

SFW Content

-You still don’t really understand what you ever did in your past life that made you deserve a girlfriend like Jennie.

-Literally the sweetest baby ever!!!

-She wouldn’t hurt a fly.

-Like, as in literally.

-The amount of times she’s stopped you from killing a bug in insane.

- “No, Y/N! Don’t kill it! If you kill it, baby fly will wonder why daddy fly never came back from his fly work!”

-All your friends are jealous of your relationship.

-Jennie would never say or do something of which she knew you disliked.

-Low-key has a saviour complex…

-She will keep you from all harm whenever you need her too.

-However, she expects you to do the same.

-Loves spoiling you with anything you want.

-You only need to do as much of think about it and she will buy it for you.

-You want her to make you food? Done.

-You want the new IPhone? Done.

-You want to cuddles? Obviously! Cuddling is a MUST in your relationship.

-You better get used to it!

-The second Jennie walks through the door after a long day at work, she is expecting cuddles for the rest of the evening and night.

-She won’t let go of you until you manage to wriggle out of her grip.

-Jennie loves to take care of you,

-but becomes a blushing mess when you do the same for her.

-You see, Jennie has always had to look after herself so whenever you take care of her, she definitely appreciates it.

-Jealousy is Jennie’s middle name.

-She trusts you, yes,

-but seeing you all lovey-dovey with someone else will always make her feel that sting of jealousy.

-She craves your attention 24/365 and whenever it’s on someone else, she will get all jealous and pissy about it and she isn’t afraid to show you.

- “Hey baby.”

- “Don’t call me that! Why don’t you go and cuddle Lisa instead since you clearly love her more than me.”

-However, you will always be there to reassure her.

- “Jen - please. You know I love you. I love you more than anyone or anything. My eyes have always and will always be on you and only you.”

-She low-key finds it entertaining whenever you get jealous.

-You get all moody - which in her eyes, is ‘totally adorable’ or however she puts it.

- “Aww, Y/N-baby. Are you a little jelly?”

-Though she stops teasing when she realises you don’t find it all amusing.

NSFW Content

-A dominant bottom, definitely.

-She loves nothing more than getting you all worked up, in hopes of getting her much deserved punishment.

-Has lots of variety in her kinks…

-Mommy kink

-Spanking

-Biting

-Role play

-Gets turned on by the thought of getting busted doing the deed with you.

-Definitely is not into choking or anything that will leave anything more than a faint red mark on the ass.

-She doesn’t want to hurt you more than a slight spanking from time to time,

-And she doesn’t want you to do that to her either.

-Jennie is very sensitive when it comes to pain so don’t even think of spanking a little to hard because she won’t like that at all.

-The only safe words the two of you use are simply just “Stop” or “No”.

-Even though you are definitely the top, you don’t really mind Jennie dominating you either.

-Her top three favourite positions are definitely scissoring and getting fucked both in the missionary position and doggy-style with your strap-on.

-Jennie also loves oral sex.

-Both giving and receiving.

-She loves it when you eat her out, not even breaking eye-contact for a second.

-The aftercare is simple but sweet.

-Long, hot bubble baths together

-Massages

-Cuddles

-You name it.

-Wether you’ve had previous sexually active relationships or not, you definitely can’t deny that Jennie is the best you’ve ever had.

[chaepu]

Affectionate Friends - Jennie Kim

pairing: kim jennie x reader tags: model!reader genre: fluff

You and Jennie were always the touchy friends. Whenever you guys were around each other, you'd always be holding hands or cuddled up. You've shared kisses every now and then, both sober and drunk. It's no secret how affectionate you both are to each other to the world, but you guys were nothing more than affectionate friends, and you were okay with it.

"What are you up to today?" the idol asked you, while sitting on your bed.

"I think I've got a shoot later today, but that's it." you replied while jumping onto your bed, laying down next to her.

"Oh okay, I've got a shoot too, hang till then?" She said to you and you nodded.

You both just ended up sitting around because you weren't in any mood to actually go out.

"I've got to go now babe, shoots in like 30 minutes and I'm trying to beat traffic. Dinner tonight?" Jennie says to you as she walks towards the door.

"I'm going to head out with you but sure thing, text me after your shoot." You say while locking the door and walking towards your car.

After sitting in traffic for 40 minutes and stopping for coffee, you run into the building where your photoshoot is.

"Sorry I'm late!" you say out of breath, giving yourself a mental note to text your personal trainer for some help.

"Ahh, Y/N, good to see you again" Mario, your favorite photographer, says to you as he hugs and kisses you. "You're partner is already here, I don't know why you two didn't carpool."

"What?" you asked confused.

"Now tell me how we left at the same time, but you're 15 minutes late," Jennie says as she walks out of hair and makeup with a rob on.

You stare at her, "you didn't tell me this was your shoot"

"I didn't know this was YOURS" she emphasized.

"Hm, you didn't ask" you retaliate.

"Ditto, they asked me the same thing when I walked in and I was going to text you but I wanted to see your reaction."

"It's both of your shoots, now Y/N, go get ready. We are running behind because of you."

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Mario wanted a classy, sexy shoot, which is why you and Jennie were currently face to face staring at each other, with her being underneath you, your arm propping you up.

"I can smell you," you whispered to Jennie. "You smell nice"

"Well, it is your lotion Y/N/N, but thank you." she said giggling under you.

"Mario, how much longer do I have to stare at Jennie? I'm tired"

"As long as I want, now stop asking me questions and turn your head back"

"It was one question..." you mumbled to yourself, you heard Jennie laugh and you swiftly turned your head towards her.

"Do you not like staring at me?" Jennie said to you.

"And if I said I like to?" you challenged her.

"I'd say I like staring at you too. You have pretty brown eyes that make me feel nice."

You felt yourself blush. Crush or not, whenever Jennie complimented you, it made you feel warm inside.

"Well, I like staring at you." you said, giving her a little peck on the nose.

"Do it again!" Mario screamed at you guys.

You looked over at Mario and he was gesturing you to peck her again so you turned to Jennie and she was waiting for you.

"Better give the man what he wants," Jennie said to you.

"You just want my kisses, Kim" you said while giving her another peck on the nose, then on the cheek.

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a/n: thanks for all the support on my last two imagines! this is another repurposed story, nonetheless, i hope you enjoy!

i am taking requests if anyone would like to send in something! writing isn't my main hobby but if i ever get the inspiration to, i would like to have them!