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𝐽𝑎𝑘𝑒'𝑠 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 | 𝑃.𝑆𝐻

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❥ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝, 𝐥𝐦𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜? 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 ♡

❥ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞

❥ 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

❥ 𝐰𝐜: 𝟕𝟕𝟗

❥ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬), 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Sunghoon never meant to fall for you.

You were Jake's girl. Everyone ones it. Jake, with his perfect smile and easy charm, the kind of guy who walked into a room and made it feel like a movie set. And you—bright, kind, always laughing at his dumb jokes—fit into his life like a final puzzle piece.

But then there was Sunghoon, always just on the edge.

He met you through Jake. Double dates, parties, game nights. Sunghoon told himself it was just admiration at first—the way you remembered the little things he said, the say you looked at him when he made a dry joke no one else caught. He told himself it was fine. You were happy. Jake was his best friend. That was the truth.

Until it wasn't.

The first time it really hit was at Jake's birthday party. You wore a soft red dress, the kind that made it hard for him to look away. You leaned on Jake's arm, but your eyes kept drifting toward Sunghoon in the quiet moments, like there was something unspoken there, something fragile neither of you wanted to touch.

Later that night, he found himself standing on the balcony with you while everyone else dance inside.

“It’s loud in there,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Yeah,” he said, watching the city lights below. “I get it.”

You glanced at him. “You always get it.”

His heart clenched. He looked away, trying to laugh it off. “Don’t let Jake hear that. He likes to think he’s the one who gets you.”

You didn't laugh. You just looked at him for a long second, your smile fading. “Sometimes I wonder if he does.”

That night kept him awake for weeks.

Jake never noticed the silence in the spaces between. Never noticed the looks, the tension, the conversations that lingered too long. But Sunghoon did. Because he saw you. Really saw you.

And it was killing him.

He wanted to tell you everything. That he wanted to be the one you came home to. That he'd never take you for granted. That everytime you smiled at Jake, it cracked something inside him.

But you weren't his girl.

You were Jake's.

And that made all the difference.

It started with another party.

Jake was drunk. Loud. Holding court in the center of the room like he always did, telling a story that made everyone laugh—even you. But Sunghoon could tell it wasn't real laughter. Not the way your eyes flick to the door, not the way your fingers fidgeted with your drink.

He stayed by the window most of the night, watching the city, trying not to watch you. Failing.

When Jake disappeared upstairs with two of his friends, probably to smoke or pass out or both, you slipped out into the balcony.

Again.

Like a pattern you both never spoke about.

You stood beside him in silence, arms crossed against the cold. “Do you ever feel like you’re not really in the room? Like you’re just… floating above it?”

He looked at you, his throat tightening. “Yeah.”

You turned to him, eyes soft. “I feel like that all the time lately.”

Sunghoon wanted to say so many things. That Jake didn't deserve you. That you deserved more. That maybe the reason you felt so far away was because you we're never really meant to be there—with him.

But all he said was, “You shouldn’t have to.”

Something in your face shifted.

“Sunghoon…”

It wasn't a warning. It wasn't a question.

Just a name, full of everything you hadn't said. And everything you wanted to say.

He stepped closer, breath catching as your eyes met.

“This is a bad idea,” you whispered, but you didn't move.

“I know.”

And still—you didn't stop him when he leaned in.

The kiss was quiet. Almost hesitant. A breath, a tremble, the weight of guilt already sinking in. But when your hand slid up to his chest, when you pulled him close like you'd been waiting for this as long as he had—there was no denying it.

The kiss deepened. Months of tension and longing, pouring out in a moment that felt like both a beginning and an ending.

And then—

You pulled away first.

Eyes wide. Breath shallow.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” you said, voice barely audible.

“I know,” he said again, his own voice rough. “But I don’t regret it.”

You stared at him for a long second, torn between two truths.

Then you went back inside—without another word.

And Sunghoon stayed there, alone on the balcony, knowing the damage was already done.

Jake's girl.

And now? Something else entirely.

End.

[daisydosie]

hi pretty moot Ive been loving angst lately and Im always eating up a rejected confession trope sooo like heeseung or which member u want to do confesses to you and you’re like caught off guard not knowing how to respond so in the confusion you turn him downnn😾😾but when you realize you made a mistake it’s too lateeee because he’s already moved on. live laugh love🤪

Also im going FERALLLL over blonde hair ni-ki

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼𝑡 𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑈𝑠 | 𝐿.𝐻𝑆

���𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❥ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐡𝐢!! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭! 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐈. 𝐚𝐦. 𝐧𝐨𝐭. 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. 😞

❥ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

❥ 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧—𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.

❥ 𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

❥ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

The day Heeseung confessed to you was unremarkable, in the way most significant memories often are before they’re burned into your heart.

It was a cloudy Thursday afternoon, the kind that made everything feel a little slower. The two of you had just left the campus library, your footsteps echoing down the nearly empty hallway. You were rambling about something trivial—a professor’s outdated slides, maybe, or the way your coffee had tasted weird that morning—when he suddenly stopped walking.

You turned back to find him standing a few steps back, hands in the pockets of his jeans, head tilted slightly like he was trying to decide something.

“Heeseung?”

His name hung in the air, gentle, curious.

“I like you.”

Three words. Soft, but certain. There was no buildup, no warning. Just honesty, thrown into the quiet space between you.

You blinked. “What?”

He gave a small, nervous laugh and looked down at his shoes. “I like you,” he said again, more carefully this time. “I’ve liked you for a while.”

You stared at him. Not because it was unbelievable—Heeseung had always been kind to you, thoughtful in the ways most people weren’t—but because you'd never let yourself entertain the possibility. Somewhere along the way, you had decided that the way he lingered after walking you home, the way he remembered your favorite snacks, the way his gaze softened when it landed on you… all of it was just friendship.

And now, here he was, standing in front of you with his heart open, waiting for something—anything—in return.

But your mind was blank. There was no grand realization, no cinematic flashbacks to every sweet moment. Just a dizzying rush of confusion, fear, and the sudden pressure of expectation.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you mumbled, pulse racing.

Heeseung’s eyes searched yours for a beat. “Just be honest.”

And you were. Or at least, you thought you were.

“I don’t think I feel the same way,” you said, and it came out harsher than you wanted it to.

Heeseung didn’t flinch. Didn’t show anger or disappointment. He just nodded—once, slowly.

“Okay,” he said softly.

There was no confrontation. No begging. No dramatic exit.

Just the sound of him walking away, leaving behind a silence that felt impossibly heavy.

You told yourself it was for the best. That it was better to be honest than to string him along. That you needed time to think. That your answer had come from confusion, not cruelty.

But the thing about honesty is—it doesn’t always come with clarity.

In the days that followed, your mind replayed the scene over and over again. The way he’d looked at you. The way you’d fumbled, panicked. The way his shoulders had seemed smaller as he turned away.

And then the questions started. The ones that made your chest ache late at night.

What if you’d asked for time instead of answering on the spot? What if you’d told him you weren’t sure, but wanted to try? What if you were wrong?

Because somewhere between the sleepless nights and the silent mornings, you realized: maybe you did like him.

Maybe you always had.

You thought of the way your heart fluttered when he sent you a voice note late at night. The way your day always felt a little less gray after talking to him. The way his presence always felt like safety, like home.

But by the time you realized it, Heeseung had already started pulling away.

It wasn’t dramatic at first—just subtle things. He stopped texting as often. The good morning memes stopped coming. The songs he used to send you "because they reminded him of you" dried up.

You tried to reach out. Small things. Asking if he wanted to grab coffee, if he was free after class.

His replies were polite, always. But distant.

And then one evening, you saw him.

He was walking across campus with someone else. They were laughing at something he said, their shoulder brushing against his. And Heeseung—he looked happy. Not the fake, forced kind of happy, but genuinely light in a way you hadn’t seen in weeks.

Your stomach twisted.

You watched from across the quad, rooted in place, your hands curling into fists inside your jacket pockets.

That should’ve been you.

You should’ve been the one making him smile like that. You should’ve been beside him—not behind.

You left before they could see you. Before the grief on your face could betray how badly you’d messed everything up.

A week passed. Then another.

It took you that long to build the courage to face him again. To say the things you should’ve said when it mattered.

You found him alone on a bench near the arts building, scrolling through his phone. The sky was pink with sunset, the campus bathed in warm, quiet light.

“Heeseung.”

He looked up, surprised. “Hey,” he said cautiously.

You hesitated, then sat beside him. “Can we talk?”

He gave a small nod. “Sure.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot. About that day.”

He looked away, his expression unreadable.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you continued, voice tight. “I was caught off guard. And I panicked. I thought saying no was the right thing because I didn’t want to mess anything up between us. But now I think… I think I was wrong.”

He didn’t speak. Just let the silence sit there between you, heavy and patient.

“I like you, too,” you said finally. “I just didn’t realize it until after everything happened. And I’m sorry. I know it’s later than expected, but I need you to know.”

When he turned to face you, his expression was kind—but there was a sadness there, too.

“I appreciate that,” he said gently. “And I believe you.”

Hope sparked in your chest. “So maybe… could we try again? Start over?”

Heeseung hesitated, then sighed. “I wish I could say yes.”

The spark dimmed.

“But I’ve moved on,” he said, not unkindly. “I spent a long time waiting—hoping, even after you said no. But eventually, I had to let it go. Someone else came into my life, and… I’m happy now.”

You looked down, heart pounding so hard it hurt.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t be,” he said. “It’s not your fault. Sometimes, timing just sucks.”

You nodded, swallowing past the lump in your throat.

“I miss us,” you said quietly.

“I do, too,” he admitted. “But it’s different now.”

You sat there a moment longer, letting the silence wrap around you both like a final goodbye.

Then, with a quiet breath, you stood.

“Take care, Heeseung.”

“You too,” he said, offering a small, wistful smile.

You walked away, not because you wanted to, but because it was all you could do. Because loving someone doesn’t always mean you get to be with them.

Sometimes, love is knowing when to let go.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon and the wind picked up around you, you realized that the saddest part of it all wasn’t losing Heeseung.

It was knowing you had him once—and didn’t hold on.

End.

[daisydosie]

hii :D i saw you're open for request so i came to ask for some fluff with sunoo pretty please >.<

𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑠 | 𝐾.𝑆𝑁

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❥ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭!

❥ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

❥ 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

❥ 𝐰𝐜: 𝟗𝟑𝟐

❥ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

It was supposed to be movie night.

You and Sunoo were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a shared blanket that smelled faintly of your laundry detergent and his cologne. The lights were dim, casting a warm golden hue across the living room, and the only sounds were the soft hum of the TV and the rustling of popcorn in the bowl between you two.

You'd let Sunoo pick the film this time, mostly because he'd pouted and used that voice—the one that made it impossible to say no to him. So, here you were, watching some indie romance he swore was "really good, trust me!" but twenty minutes in, you couldn't have said what it was about if your life depended on it.

Mostly because Sunoo kept talking.

Not that you minded. His voice was comforting, full of warmth, it always made your heart feel a little lighter.

"Okay, but hear me out," he said, turning to face you slightly, one knee bumping gently against yours. "If we were in a movie, do you think we'd be the main couple or like... the quirky best friends who accidentally fall in love?"

You raised a brow pretending to think. "Hmm. Quirky best friends. Definitely."

He gasped. "How dare you! We are clearly main character material."

You laughed "We forgot about the movie plot twenty minutes in. I don't think we're main character material."

Sunoo smiled, eyes twinkling. "The plot just isn't as interesting as us."

You couldn't argue with that.

You shifted a little pulling the blanket up higher as your hand found his under the soft comforting warmth. He linked your finger together without hesitation, thumb stroking lazy circles into your skin. It was such a simple gesture, but it made your chest ache in that soft, happy way.

"Hey," he said suddenly, voice quieter now, more thoughtful.

"Hmm?"

"I really like doing nothing with you."

You turned your head, catching the way he was looking at you—like the whole world could fade away and he wouldn't even notice as long as you were beside him.

You smile, your heart flipping just a little. "Good. Because I'm kind of amazing at doing nothing."

He laughed quietly, leaning his head on your shoulder. "That you are."

For a while you just sat like that—fingers intertwined heads resting close, the flickering light of the screen casting soft shadows across the room. The movie still played in the background, mostly forgotten, but you didn't care.

"Do you remember our first date?" you asked, breaking the silence.

Sunoo lifted his head just slightly, a smile already forming "You mean when you spilled soda on your shoes?"

You snorted. “It was one soda, and I was trying to flirt, thank you.”

"I thought it was adorable." he said nudging your knee with his. “I went home and told my roommate I was going to marry you one day.”

Your chest fluttered "You did not."

"I did. You looked so flustered trying to clean your shoes with napkins all while still trying to impress me."

You groaned, covering your face "That was so embarrassing."

"That's when I knew I wanted you to be a part of my life," he said, voice soft now. "Because even then, you were just... you. And that was more than enough."

You peeked at him from under your fingers "Sunoo..."

He just smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with a gentle touch. "I meant it."

Your gaze held his, the room fading into a soft blue around them. The movie was still playing, though neither of you had looked at the screen in a long time. The sounds of it—soft music, quiet voices—blended into the background.

And then, almost in sync, you both turned to look.

The two main characters were sitting close on the couch, facing each other. One of them was reaching out, brushing their partner's cheek with a tenderness that made your chest ache. Their voices were quiet, indistinct, but the look in their eyes said it all.

They leaned in slowly, a soft, careful kiss pressing between them.

You blinked.

Sunoo turned back to you at that exact moment.

Your eyes met.

And then, without needing to say a word, you leaned in—gently, like the world had slowed down just for you.

Your lips met in a kiss so soft, so unhurried, it felt like time itself held its breath. There was no urgency, no rush—just the gentle press of his mouth against yours, familiar and new all at once. His hand came up to cradle your cheek, and your fingers intertwined with his other hand once again, anchoring yourself to the warmth of him.

The kiss matched the one on screen—two people, helplessly in love, pausing everything else, finding each other in the stillness.

When you finally pulled away, neither of you spoke at first. Just stayed close, looking into each others eyes, breaths mingling.

"Well," Sunoo whispered, lips curved up into a gentle smile, "I guess we are the main characters, hm?"

You laughed quietly, heart full. "Guess so."

He nestled back into your side, content. "We should probably rewind the movie. We missed like... more than half of it."

You reached for the remote but didnt press play. Instead, you let it rest beside you and turned to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Or we could just keep doing nothing."

He sighed happily. "Best idea you've ever had."

And so you stayed there, wrapped up in each other while the credits began to roll in the background—two main characters in your own quiet, perfect love story.

End.

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𝑀𝑟. 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 | 𝑌.𝐽𝑊

𝐌𝐫. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❥ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

❥ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞��𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭.

❥ 𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤

❥ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝟗𝟎% 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ♡

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥. 𝐍𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐍𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐀𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞́, 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬—𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫?” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨.

“𝐇𝐞𝐫? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝,” 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. “𝐇𝐞𝐲! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤… 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐬!”

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. “𝐈’𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭. "𝐈’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤."

“𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐧,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. “𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞.”

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡. 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐤𝐞? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢�� 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥. “𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭.” 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐨… 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 ‘𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧,’” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. “𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. “𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.”

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨… 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝? 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐬. 𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦—𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬?

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞, 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

“𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠!” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. “𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲?”

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞. “𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. “𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭.”

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲. “𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤! 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐲! 𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭.”

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. “𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. “𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞? 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. “𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭?”

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝. “𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.”

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. “𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬…” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 “𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.”

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥? 𝐀𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭?

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❥ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

❥ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞?

❥ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧

☙ 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜/𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠

☙ 𝟏: 𝑀𝑟. 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠

☙ 𝟐: 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒?

☙ 𝟑: 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

☙ 𝟒: 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔?

☙ 𝟓: 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡.

☙ 𝟔: 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.

☙ 𝟕: 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑛! (𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔)

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Welcome to my blog ♡

I will write fluff, angst, suggestive themes, and (maybe) smut ♡

Please keep negative comments and other negative thoughts to yourself, this will be a safe space for everyone!

I intend on writing reactions and fics, if you have ideas or requests please send them in!

I will try to keep my works gender neutral but if not it will be fem!reader!

If anyone has any advice for me it would be much appreciated I want to grow and improve my writings and works!

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