lv3psh

[lv3psh]

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 - 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲, 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆. 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: ~𝟰.��𝗸

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆, 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘃𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗲. 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴.

you had never considered yourself a romantic. the kind of love you read about in books or saw in movies? that wasn’t for you — or at least, that’s what you convinced yourself since you could never imagine developing romantic feelings for someone else. but then, lee heeseung happened.

it was a regular thursday night, the sky a rich shade of indigo, speckled with stars as you made your way home from an evening walk. your steps were slow, unhurried and your mind wandered aimlessly, as it often did on these night strolls. the quiet hum of the city was muted by the gentle rustling of the trees, the distant chatter of people, and the soft glow of streetlights casting long shadows along the path. there was a serene beauty in the stillness of these moments, a kind of peace you found comfort in — until heeseung shattered that stillness, in the best possible way.

it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him. in fact, he had become somewhat of a regular fixture in your life over the past few weeks. the two of you lived in the same neighborhood but you hadn’t exchanged more than a few casual greetings. he was the kind of guy who drew attention without trying, his presence effortlessly magnetic. tall, with an easy-going smile and eyes that seemed to hold secrets, heeseung had a way of making the ordinary feel extraordinary.

but tonight was different. tonight, he didn’t just pass by with a wave or a nod of acknowledgment. tonight, he stopped. “hey,” his voice broke the silence, pulling you out of your thoughts.

you looked up, startled to find him standing a few feet away, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jacket. the moonlight bathed his features in a soft glow, highlighting the sharp lines of his face and the warmth in his eyes. there was something about the way he stood there, so effortlessly comfortable in the stillness of the night, that made your heart skip a beat.

“hey,” you replied, your voice quieter than you intended. heeseung took a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “you walk here often?”

you nodded, unsure of where this was going. “yeah... it’s very peaceful.”a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “mind if i join you?” you hesitated for a moment, but then you nodded again, this time more decisively. “sure.”

and so, the two of you began walking side by side, your footsteps in sync as you made your way down the familiar path. at first, the conversation was light — small talk about the weather, your day, his day. but as the minutes passed, something shifted. the air between you grew heavier, charged with an unspoken tension that neither of you acknowledged, but both of you felt.

you couldn’t help but steal glances at him as you walked. there was something about the way he moved, the quiet confidence in his stride, that intrigued you. heeseung wasn’t like anyone you’d ever met. he was... different. mysterious. and yet, despite the mystery that surrounded him, there was an undeniable pull — a magnetic force that drew you closer, even though you barely knew him.

“so,” heeseung broke the silence after a while, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “do you believe in fate?”

the question caught you off guard, and you turned to look at him, your brows furrowing in confusion. “fate?”

he nodded, his gaze focused on the path ahead, though you could see the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips. “yeah. like... do you think things happen for a reason? that people meet when they’re supposed to?”

you weren’t sure how to respond. you had never really thought about it before, at least not in the way he was asking. did you believe in fate? in the idea that certain moments in life were predestined? the concept seemed almost too grand, too... romantic.

“i don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “i guess i’ve always thought that people make their own choices. that life is... random.”

heeseung hummed thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. “maybe,” he said after a pause. “but i don’t think it’s random that i met you.”

you stopped in your tracks, your heart suddenly racing in your chest. the moonlight seemed to grow brighter, casting a soft glow over the two of you as the world around you faded into the background. his words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, and for a moment, you weren’t sure what to say.

“why would you say that?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, almost afraid of the answer.

heeseung turned to face you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. “because... it feels like i’ve known you forever. like every time i see you, i’m supposed to be with you.”

your chest tightened, his words stirring something deep within you. it was impossible to explain but somehow, it felt as if he was speaking to the deepest part of your soul. as if he had been there all along, waiting in the quiet corners of your life, just waiting for the right moment to step into the light.

you felt your throat dry up, unable to speak. instead, you glanced up at the moon, trying to steady your racing heart. the moonlight bathed you in a soft, silvery glow, and for the first time, you understood what people meant when they said things felt right. this moment, standing here with him under the stars, didn’t feel random at all.

it felt like fate.

you continued walking together for what felt like hours, though time seemed to stretch and blur as you moved. it wasn’t the destination that mattered — it was being with him. the conversation flowed naturally, your laughter filling the quiet night air as the tension between you melted away. it felt easy, being with heeseung. effortless. like you were two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together.

“you know,” heeseung said after a while, his voice soft as he glanced up at the sky. “the moonlight suits you.” you laughed, feeling a bit self-conscious. “what does that even mean?”

he turned to you, his gaze soft, almost tender. “i don’t know. it just... does. you look beautiful right now.”your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you were speechless. no one had ever looked at you the way heeseung did, like you were the only person in the world who mattered. it was overwhelming, this feeling of being seen, of being wanted.

“he’s giving me elvis, with some james dean in his eyes...”

heeseung had that same captivating energy, that quiet confidence that drew you in, even when you tried to resist. and he really did. when you were with him, nothing else mattered. the world outside, the worries and stresses of everyday life—they all faded away when he was near. all that existed was this moment, and the way your heart seemed to beat in time with his.

as the night wore on, you found yourself standing at the edge of the river, the gentle lapping of the water against the shore the only sound around you. the moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the landscape, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

heeseung turned to face you, his eyes searching yours with a depth of emotion that made your breath catch. “i’m glad i met you,” he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. you smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. “me too.”

“i be falling for you...”

but there was something in his gaze, something almost wistful, as if he was holding back. and you knew, in that moment, that there was more to heeseung than he was letting on. but you didn’t push. because right now, under the moonlit sky, everything felt right.

and that was enough.

the next morning arrived far too quickly. the warmth of your bed felt like a comforting cocoon, and your thoughts kept drifting back to the previous night. the way heeseung had looked at you under the moonlight, the softness in his voice, and the unspoken connection that had settled between you — it all lingered like a dream you didn’t want to wake from.

but reality had other plans. your shift at the café started early, and as much as you wished to stay wrapped in the memory of the night before, you had to drag yourself out of bed and face the day. you worked as a barista at a cozy little café a few blocks away from your apartment. it wasn’t glamorous, but it was familiar and comforting — filled with regulars who knew your name and a few tourists who stumbled in, enchanted by the warm atmosphere.

the bell above the door jingled as you entered the café, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee immediately filling your senses. your co-worker, yuna, greeted you with a cheerful smile from behind the counter.

“you’re running a bit late today,” she teased, playfully nudging your arm. you laughed, grabbing your apron from the back. “yeah, i guess i had a long night.”

yuna raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on her lips. “oh really? do tell.” you shook your head, unwilling to divulge the details just yet. heeseung was still a new and fragile part of your life — something you wanted to keep to yourself for just a little longer.

“it’s nothing,” you said, tying the apron around your waist. “just... went for a walk.”

yuna didn’t push, though you could see the curiosity dancing in her eyes. “well, you’ll have to tell me about this ‘walk’ later. we’ve got the morning rush coming in soon, so let’s get to work.”

the café gradually filled with the usual hum of customers, the clinking of cups, and the low murmur of conversations. you found yourself falling into the rhythm of your work; grinding beans, pulling espresso shots, and steaming milk — letting the mundane tasks distract you from the swirl of emotions that last night had stirred up.

just as the rush started to die down, the bell above the door rang again. you turned to greet the new customer, the usual smile on your face, but when you saw who it was, your breath caught in your throat. it was heeseung.

he looked different in the daylight — more casual but no less captivating. his black hair was slightly tousled, and he wore a simple hoodie, the sleeves pushed up to reveal his forearms. but it was his eyes that drew you in, just like they had the night before. there was something about the way he looked at you that made your heart stutter.

he approached the counter, his expression softening when he saw you. “morning,” he said, his voice as smooth as it had been the night before. you swallowed, trying to keep your composure. “good morning. what can i get for you?”

heeseung glanced at the menu for a moment, though it seemed more like a formality than a genuine search. “i’ll just have a latte,” he said, his eyes flicking back to yours. “unless you recommend something else?”

your cheeks warmed under his gaze, and you cleared your throat, trying to focus. “a latte’s a good choice. one latte coming up.”

as you moved to prepare his drink, you could feel his eyes on you, watching with an intensity that made your hands tremble slightly. you forced yourself to focus on the familiar motions of steaming the milk and pulling the shot, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the way he had looked at you under the moonlight.

“and i just can't stop.”

there was something undeniably magnetic about heeseung, something that made you feel like you were the only person in the room when he looked at you.

you finished his drink, carefully pouring the steamed milk over the espresso to create the perfect heart-shaped foam on top. you slid the cup across the counter to him, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened when your fingers briefly brushed.

“one latte,” you said, your voice a little softer than usual. “enjoy.” heeseung’s lips curled into a small smile as he picked up the cup. “thanks. i’m sure it’ll be the best one i’ve ever had.”

you laughed, feeling a little flustered under his attention. “don’t set your expectations too high.” he leaned against the counter, taking a sip of the latte. his eyes never left yours as he savored the taste, and after a moment, he let out a satisfied hum. “perfect. you weren’t kidding.”

your cheeks flushed at the compliment, and for a brief moment, the bustling café seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world. the memory of the night before hung between you, unspoken but palpable, and you wondered if he was thinking about it too.

“so,” heeseung said after a moment, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “about last night…”

your heart skipped a beat. you hadn’t been expecting him to bring it up so soon, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to talk about it. but there was something in his gaze, something soft and sincere, that made you feel like you could be honest with him.

“yeah,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “about last night…”

heeseung set his cup down on the counter, leaning in a little closer. “i’ve been thinking about it all morning,” he admitted, his tone gentle, as if he was afraid of overwhelming you. “about how it felt… different. like something clicked.”

you blinked, taken aback by his openness. you hadn’t expected him to feel the same way, to be as affected by the night as you were. but here he was, standing in front of you, saying exactly what you had been too afraid to admit to yourself.

“me too,” you confessed, your heart pounding in your chest. “it felt… right.” heeseung smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made your heart flutter. “i’m glad you feel that way.”

for a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. it was the kind of silence that felt full, rich with possibility.

“i was wondering,” heeseung began, his voice a little hesitant, “if you’d want to go out sometime? like, not just for a walk, but… a real date?”

you stared at him, your heart doing flips in your chest. was this really happening? after just one night, one walk under the moonlight, he was asking you out on a date? and yet, despite the whirlwind of emotions, it felt natural. like this was exactly where you were supposed to be.

“yeah,” you said, your voice steady, though your heart was anything but. “i’d like that.” heeseung’s smile widened, and the warmth in his eyes made your chest ache in the best way possible. “great. how about tonight? i know a place not too far from here.”

you nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. “tonight sounds perfect.” heeseung picked up his cup, his fingers brushing yours once again, and for a moment he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something more. but instead, he just smiled, giving you one last lingering look before turning to leave.

“see you tonight,” he said softly, and with that, he was gone, the bell above the door jingling as he walked out of the café.

you stood there for a moment, staring after him, your heart still racing. it felt like something out of a movie, the way everything had unfolded so quickly, so effortlessly. but it wasn’t a movie. this was real, and the butterflies in your stomach were a testament to that.

the rest of your shift passed in a blur, your mind consumed by thoughts of heeseung and what the evening might hold. you replayed the events of the morning over and over in your head, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

as the sun began to set, casting the café in a warm golden light, you found yourself feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. you hadn’t been on many dates recently, and the thought of spending more time with heeseung — getting to know him beyond the surface level — was both thrilling and a little terrifying.

but as you stepped out of the café at the end of your shift, the cool evening air brushing against your skin, you couldn’t help but feel hopeful. something about heeseung, about the way he made you feel, was different. special.

and as you walked home to get ready for your date, the moon already beginning to rise in the sky, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, fate had brought you together after all.

as the night crept closer, you found yourself staring at the reflection in the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of your outfit for what seemed like the hundredth time. your thoughts drifted to heeseung and the soft way he had asked you out earlier. it was simple yet thrilling, sending ripples of excitement through you. the prospect of seeing him again in a few hours had your heart in a constant flutter.

you had chosen something casual but still cute — something that felt like you. tonight wasn’t about impressing him but being yourself, allowing him to see who you truly were. the soft fabric of your top complemented your favorite jeans, and you added a touch of mascara to accentuate your eyes, hoping they would reflect all the emotions swirling within you.

as you turned away from the mirror, you caught a glimpse of the moon rising outside your window. it hung low and bright, casting a silvery glow across the room, reminding you of the way heeseung had looked at you the night before. “you look beautiful right now,” his words echoed in your mind, sending a rush of warmth through your chest.

the clock ticked closer to your meeting time, and nerves twisted in your stomach. you paced your room, replaying snippets of conversation from the café, the way his gaze felt like it was pulling you in.

finally, the time arrived. you grabbed your phone, glancing at the message he had sent earlier: “can’t wait to see you!” the excitement in those words sent a thrill down your spine, and you stepped out of your apartment, heart racing in anticipation.

the walk to the restaurant was filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. the cool evening breeze brushed against your skin, carrying the soft scent of blooming flowers. the moonlight bathed the streets in a gentle glow, illuminating your path and heightening your senses.

when you arrived at the restaurant, a cozy little place with fairy lights strung across the entrance, your breath caught in your throat. heeseung was already there, standing by the door, scanning the area as if he were searching for someone — searching for you.

when his eyes landed on you, a bright smile broke across his face, and it felt like everything else faded into the background.“you made it!” he exclaimed, stepping forward. the warmth in his voice made your heart soar.

“of course,” you replied, your nerves melting away under his gaze. “this place looks amazing.”

“it’s one of my favorites,” he said, leading you inside. the ambiance was perfect: soft music filled the air, and the gentle chatter of other patrons created a comfortable buzz. you were led to a cozy table in the corner, the candlelight flickering between you as you sat down.

you both settled into easy conversation, discussing everything from favorite foods to funny stories about your day-to-day lives. heeseung had an infectious energy, and his laughter seemed to light up the room. with each passing moment, you felt the connection between you deepen, pulling you closer together.

“and when you smile, it’s like the whole world stops to watch you,” you thought, trying to hide the way your heart fluttered with every compliment he offered and every laugh you shared. he was charming, sincere, and effortlessly captivating.

as you talked, heeseung leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “you know, last night was really special for me,” he admitted, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

you felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks. “me too. it felt... different.”

“like something clicked?” he asked, echoing your earlier thoughts. you nodded, feeling vulnerable yet excited. it was as if you were sharing a secret that only the two of you understood.

after a few more moments of easy banter, heeseung took a deep breath, as if he were gathering his thoughts. “i know we just met, but there’s something about you that feels... right,” he said, the sincerity in his voice sending shivers down your spine. “i don’t want to rush anything, but i can’t shake the feeling that you’re someone really important.”

you gazed at him, your heart pounding. it was terrifyingly beautiful, the way he put himself out there. “i feel the same way,” you admitted, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart. “it’s like i’ve known you forever, even though it’s only been a short time.”

“every look, every touch..."

he smiled, and in that moment, the world around you faded away. all that mattered was the connection blossoming between you, fragile yet powerful. the flickering candlelight danced around you, and the soft music seemed to fade into a backdrop for your shared moment.

after dinner, heeseung suggested a walk along the river, and you readily agreed. as you strolled side by side, the moonlight illuminated the path ahead, casting shimmering reflections on the water. everything felt magical, like the night had wrapped you in its embrace.

“i can’t believe how perfect tonight has been,” heeseung said, glancing over at you. “it feels like something out of a dream.”

you laughed lightly, glancing up at the moon that hung above you, so full and bright. “it really does. maybe it is fate.”

“maybe it is,” he agreed, his tone playful yet sincere. “i don’t think it’s a coincidence that we met.”

“... makes me wanna give you my heart”

as you walked, the conversation flowed easily. heeseung shared stories about his friends and dreams, and you felt an overwhelming sense of trust building between you. each word he spoke felt like a thread weaving your lives together, creating a tapestry of shared experiences and hopes for the future.

eventually, you reached a quiet spot by the river, the gentle lapping of the water echoing softly around you. heeseung stopped, turning to face you. the moonlight enveloped you both, making the moment feel even more intimate.

“can i tell you something?” heeseung asked, his voice barely above a whisper. you nodded, heart racing. “of course.”

he took a breath, as if preparing to lay bare his thoughts. “i haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time. it’s scary but... exciting too. you make me want to open up, to be real.”

your breath caught in your throat. he was sharing a piece of himself, and the vulnerability in his words resonated deeply within you.

“my feelings for you runs so deep,” you thought, the realization hitting you with the force of the tide. “i feel the same,” you replied, the honesty in your voice surprising even yourself. “you make me want to take that leap.”

heeseung stepped closer, the space between you shrinking as the moonlight illuminated the moment. you could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting presence that made your heart swell.

“can i?” he asked softly, his eyes searching yours. you nodded, your heart racing as he moved in, closing the distance between you. when his lips met yours, it felt like the world stopped. everything melted away, and all that existed was this connection — the warmth of his lips, the softness of the moment, and the sweet sensation of finally giving in to what you both felt.

“i never knew you could hold moonlight in your hands”

as you kissed under the moonlight, you knew this was just the beginning. your paths had intertwined in a way you couldn’t have imagined, and it felt like fate was smiling down on you both. the night was a perfect blend of hope and possibility, and you couldn’t wait to see where this journey would take you.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝗹𝘃𝟯𝗽𝘀𝗵. 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱.

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𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 - 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗽, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲. 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: ~𝟯.𝟮𝗸

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝘀𝗳!𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 ��𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮 (𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱!

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗸𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻! 𝗶'𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵! 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 （╹◡╹）♡

you had once believed in love with every ounce of your being. in fact, there was a time when you thought you had found the one — the person who would stand by your side through everything. you had fallen deeply, recklessly, for someone who promised you the world. they painted love as a grand adventure, filled with excitement, passion, and endless possibilities.

but over time, the cracks in that perfect image began to show. it started small — forgotten dates, unanswered texts, subtle shifts in how they spoke to you. you convinced yourself it was nothing, that everyone has off days, but as the weeks turned into months, it became impossible to ignore.

love, which had once felt all-encompassing, began to feel suffocating. you poured your heart out, tried to communicate, to hold onto what you thought was slipping away, but it felt like you were grasping at air. then, it all came crashing down one fateful night.

you discovered the truth in the most painful way — through a mutual friend who had seen your partner with someone else. when you confronted them, they didn’t deny it. instead, they gave you a half-hearted apology, claiming they didn’t want to hurt you but had “fallen out of love.” the words shattered you, echoing in your mind long after they were gone.

what hurt the most wasn’t the betrayal itself, but the way they had led you to believe everything was fine. you’d been giving your all to someone who had already checked out of the relationship, leaving you to fall alone. after that, you swore off love.

"i would never fall in love again..."

you couldn’t risk going through that again — feeling that kind of vulnerability, only for it to be used against you. the heartbreak left a deep scar and no matter how much time passed, the pain lingered. you convinced yourself that love was dangerous, that it was better to build walls than to allow anyone close enough to tear you apart again.

so, you buried your heart under layers of fear and mistrust, choosing solitude over the risk of being hurt again. even though a part of you longed for love, you told yourself it was safer this way. no one could hurt you if you never let them in.

but deep down, you still wondered — was it possible for someone to love you the way you had always dreamed of, without breaking your heart in the process?

the city lights blurred as the rain streamed down the window, streaking in patterns that felt oddly soothing. you sat in the café, absentmindedly swirling the foam in your coffee. the soft murmur of conversations around you faded into the background as your thoughts wandered, floating somewhere between the present and the past.

it had been almost two years since you’d last allowed yourself to feel anything for anyone. the memory of your last relationship still lingered like a shadow, darkening every thought of love and trust. you used to believe in love at first sight, in the romantic ideals that so many around you seemed to find effortlessly. but after him — after the betrayal, the promises broken so easily... you weren’t sure you believed in much of anything anymore. so you swore off relationships. you swore off anything that could make you feel that vulnerable again.

the café door opened with a soft chime, letting in a gust of wind and a handful of raindrops. you didn’t bother looking up at first. it wasn’t until you heard your name — spoken with a warmth you hadn’t heard in years, that your heart skipped a beat. “y/n?”

you froze, your breath catching in your throat. you knew that voice. slowly, hesitantly, you raised your eyes from your coffee cup and found yourself staring directly into the kind, familiar face of yang jungwon.

he was soaked from the rain, his black hair sticking to his forehead, and his clothes damp from the downpour. but he still had that smile. that same soft, boyish smile you remembered from when you were younger. it was the kind of smile that could make the world feel a little less heavy, a little less complicated.

you blinked, struggling to find words. “jungwon…?”he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his wet hair. “yeah, it’s me. long time no see!”

long time indeed. the two of you had been inseparable when you were kids. you grew up on the same street, spent your summers playing together in the neighborhood park, and shared all your childhood secrets under the old oak tree in your backyard. but as you got older, life had pulled you in different directions, and eventually, you lost touch. it had been years since you last saw him, but now, here he was — standing in front of you like no time had passed at all.

you offered him a small smile, though your heart was racing. “yeah… it’s been a while.”

jungwon’s eyes softened as he slid into the seat across from you, still smiling. “i couldn’t stay away forever, though.”

the conversation flowed more easily than you expected. you asked about what he’d been up to, and he told you about how he’d been focusing on his music career with enhypen, how busy life had been since debuting and how much he missed home. as he spoke, you realized something: jungwon had always been there for you. he had always been the kind of person who knew how to make you laugh when you were down, who listened when no one else would, who cared in ways that felt too easy, too genuine.

over the next few weeks, Jungwon kept his promise of not staying away. “i'll never let you go again like i did.”

he started texting you casually, checking in and asking if you wanted to hang out. at first, you were hesitant. you’d built walls around your heart, walls that you weren’t ready to let anyone, especially Jungwon, break down. but oh how patient he was. he didn’t push, didn’t demand anything from you. he was just… there. and that, you realized, was more than enough.

one night, as the autumn chill began to set in, you found yourself sitting beside him on a park bench, the same park you used to play in as kids. the leaves crunched underfoot as the two of you walked, your breath visible in the crisp air. for a while, neither of you spoke. the silence between you was comfortable, filled with the unspoken understanding that had always existed between you and jungwon. finally, he broke the quiet.

“do you remember the time we buried a time capsule here?” he asked, his voice soft and full of nostalgia.

you laughed, the memory surfacing easily. “yeah. we were, what, ten? you insisted we dig it up in exactly twenty years.”

he grinned. “twenty years seemed like a lifetime back then. but now it doesn’t seem that long, does it?” you shook your head, smiling despite yourself. “no. it really doesn’t.”

the conversation drifted after that and as you walked, you found yourself wondering how things had changed so much, and yet, how some things remained the same.

jungwon was still jungwon: kind, patient, and steady. but you… you weren’t the same person you used to be. you’d been hurt, betrayed by someone you thought you could trust. and even though you wanted to believe that things could be different with jungwon, the fear was still there. the fear of opening up, of trusting again, of letting yourself love someone only to be hurt in the end.

jungwon seemed to sense your hesitation, though he never said anything. instead, he let you take the lead, never asking for more than you were willing to give.

it wasn’t until one particularly difficult night that things began to shift.

you had a terrible day at work — stress piling up, and your boss breathing down your neck. by the time you got home, you felt like you were on the verge of breaking. you hadn’t planned on calling jungwon but before you knew it, your fingers were dialing his number.

he picked up on the first ring. “y/n? everything okay?”his voice was so warm, so gentle, that it nearly broke you.

you swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. “i… i don’t know. i just… i didn’t want to be alone tonight.”

there was a pause on the other end and then jungwon spoke again, his voice filled with understanding. “i’ll be there in ten minutes.”

true to his word, jungwon showed up at your door, still dressed in his usual laid-back fashion: a hoodie and jeans, but with a concerned look in his eyes. he didn’t ask any questions. he didn’t need to. he simply pulled you into a hug and for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to lean into him, to feel the comfort and warmth of someone who truly cared.

he stayed with you that night, not saying much, just keeping you company. the two of you sat on your couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching some random movie that neither of you were really paying attention to. and for the first time in years, you felt… safe. you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could trust someone again.

over the following months, things between you and jungwon slowly, cautiously, began to change.

he was still patient, still kind, but there was something else there now — something that neither of you wanted to acknowledge outright but both of you felt all the same. it was in the way his hand would brush against yours when the two of you walked together, the way he looked at you like you were the only person that mattered in the world, the way your heart fluttered every time you saw his name pop up on your phone.

and yet, you were still scared. scared of letting yourself fall, scared of what would happen if you did. scared of the inevitable hurt that you were certain would come. but jungwon… jungwon never seemed to doubt.

he never wavered in his feelings, never hesitated to show you, in small ways, how much he cared. he never pushed you to say anything you weren’t ready to say, never made you feel like you had to rush.

after a quiet dinner together, you found yourself standing outside your apartment building, the cool breeze ruffling your hair as you looked up at him. the streetlights cast a warm glow over his face, and for a moment, you let yourself imagine what it would be like — what it would feel like — to let yourself fall.

“jungwon,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. he looked down at you, his eyes full of warmth and patience. “i’m scared.”

he didn’t ask why. he didn’t need to. instead, he reached out, gently taking your hand in his. “i know,” he murmured. “but i’m not going anywhere. i’ll wait as long as you need. i’ve waited this long, haven’t I?”

“oh, let me hold you.”

the sincerity in his voice made your heart clench. you weren’t used to this — to someone waiting for you, understanding your fears, and staying despite them. it was terrifying and comforting all at once. you were so used to love being fleeting, to it slipping through your fingers before you had a chance to grasp it. but with jungwon, it was different. love wasn’t rushing you. love was patient, steady, waiting for you to catch up.

you exhaled slowly, the weight of the moment pressing down on you but not in a way that suffocated. instead, it felt grounding — like maybe, for the first time in a long time, you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

"i don’t want to hurt you," you whispered, your voice breaking at the edges, your greatest fear slipping into the open. "i don’t want to mess this up."

jungwon’s hand tightened around yours, the warmth of his skin grounding you in that moment. his gaze softened as he looked at you, his eyes filled with nothing but understanding.

“you won’t,” he said softly, his voice steady and sure. “we’re in this together, okay? and no matter what happens, i’m not going anywhere. i promise.”

the weight of his words hung between you, sinking deep into your chest. you wanted to believe him. more than anything, you wanted to believe that maybe this time would be different. that maybe, just maybe, love wouldn’t leave you in ruins again.

you nodded, your throat tight with unshed tears. "okay." jungwon smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that familiar, boyish way. “okay.”

the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months.

jungwon became a constant presence in your life, not just a reminder of the past, but a promise of a future. slowly, piece by piece, you began to let your walls down. it wasn’t easy. there were nights when the fear would creep back in, the memories of your past heartbreak lingering like a ghost in the corners of your mind. but every time you faltered, jungwon was there, steady and unshakable, waiting for you with open arms.

you found yourself sitting on your couch, curled up next to him as a movie played in the background. you weren’t paying attention to the screen, though. instead, your focus was on the way jungwon’s arm was draped over your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin.

“hey, jungwon?” you asked, your voice quiet in the stillness of the room.

“hm?” he hummed, not taking his eyes off the screen, though you could tell from the tone of his voice that he was listening.

“i've been thinking.”you stated, hesitation dripping from your sentence, as he turned his head to look at you, his expression soft but curious. “about what?”

you hesitated for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip as you tried to find the right words. “about us. about… everything. jungwon didn’t say anything, but he shifted slightly, turning his body toward you so that he could give you his full attention. you appreciated that about him — how he always made you feel like what you had to say mattered, like he was truly listening.

“i guess i’ve just been… scared. scared of letting myself feel this way again. but i’m starting to realize that maybe… maybe it’s okay to be scared. maybe that’s just part of it, you know?”

jungwon’s eyes softened, his expression unreadable, but you could see the tenderness there, the quiet understanding. he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a way that made your heart stutter.

“you don’t have to be scared with me, y/n,” he murmured, his voice low and full of quiet conviction. “i’m not going anywhere. i’ve never gone anywhere, and i never will.”

his words washed over you, filling the cracks in your heart with a warmth you hadn’t felt in years. it wasn’t an all-consuming fire, the way love had felt before. it wasn’t a storm, sweeping you up in its intensity. no, this was different. this was the kind of love that grew slowly, quietly, until one day you woke up and realized it had been there all along. and suddenly, you weren’t scared anymore.

that night, everything changed.

as the movie played on in the background, you found yourself leaning into him, your head resting against his chest. his heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, a quiet reminder of everything he’d promised you. and in that moment, you let yourself believe it. you let yourself believe in him. “i love you, jungwon.”

"i would never fall in love again until... i found you."

the words slipped out before you had time to second-guess them, before you could let your fear hold you back. you felt him stiffen slightly beside you, and for a moment, your heart stopped. but then his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer.

“i love you too,” he whispered, his voice soft but filled with certainty. “i’ve always loved you.” the weight of those words settled over you and for the first time in years, you felt something you hadn’t dared to feel in a long time. hope.

the months that followed were a slow and steady unraveling of everything you’d built to protect yourself.

with Jungwon, you didn’t need walls. you didn’t need to hide behind your fear. because for the first time, you were with someone who didn’t just say they loved you — he expressed it, every single day. in the way he held your hand, in the way he listened when you spoke, in the way he never once made you feel like you were too much or not enough. he just… loved you. and that was more than you ever thought you deserved.

one night, as the two of you sat on the roof of your apartment building, watching the sun set over the city, you realized just how far you’d come. you’d let yourself love again. you’d let yourself trust again. qnd it was all because of him.

“i was so scared,” you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned into his side. “i was scared of getting hurt again. but you… you made me realize that love doesn’t have to hurt.”

jungwon smiled, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “love isn’t supposed to hurt,” he murmured. “it’s supposed to heal. and i’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel that kind of hurt again.”

you turned your head to look at him, your heart swelling in your chest at the sight of his warm, gentle smile. he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, like you were the most important thing in his life. and maybe you were. “i believe you,” you whispered, your voice steady and sure. and for the first time, you realized that you truly did.

years from now, when you look back on that moment, you’ll remember it as the day you finally found yourself.

you found love. you found trust. you found someone who would never let you fall. and most importantly, you found the courage to believe in love again.

"i was lost within the darkness but then i found him... i found you."

because until you found jungwon, you didn’t think love could be like this—steady, unwavering, and kind. you didn’t think it was something you were capable of feeling again. but with him, you knew. you knew that love wasn’t just a feeling. it was a choice. a choice to stay, to trust, and to believe in the future, no matter how scary it might seem.

and with him, you knew you would always choose love.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝗹𝘃𝟯𝗽𝘀𝗵. 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱.

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𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝘆.𝗷𝘄, 𝗹.𝗵𝘀, 𝗽.𝗷𝘀, 𝘀.𝗷𝘆, 𝗽.𝘀𝗵, 𝗸.𝘀𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻.𝗿𝗸

𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲: 𝟮𝟬 | 𝟬𝟵 | 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 - ?

"𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲."

𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 - 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗶 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘇

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 - 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 - 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗱𝟰𝘃𝗱

𝘀𝗶𝗺 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻 - 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 - 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟵𝟳𝟱

𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 - 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶 - 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗳𝘁

𝗲𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝟳 - 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗴𝗮𝗴𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝗹𝘃𝟯𝗽𝘀𝗵. 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 | 𝐩.𝐬𝐡

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴-𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭.𝟰𝗸

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝘂

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹!𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽

you were already regretting coming to the library early, not because you didn’t like being there, but because he was. park sunghoon. you cursed under your breath as you spotted him in your usual spot, his head buried in a textbook and his fingers tapping rapidly on his laptop.

he didn’t need to look up to know you were there — he could probably sense the irritation radiating off you. the two of you had been in an unspoken competition since freshman year. you didn’t even remember how it started. one moment, you were both at the top of the class; the next, every assignment, test and lecture had become a game of who could outdo the other.

“morning,” he said, without bothering to look up. his voice was laced with that trademark indifference that drove you insane.

“morning,” you replied stiffly, taking the table beside him. you didn’t want to acknowledge him further but the fact that he was there — quiet, focused, and somehow always two steps ahead — kept you from fully focusing on your own work.

a few minutes later, you heard the soft thud of his notebook closing. “can’t believe you’re here this early. got something to prove?”you shot him a look, one eyebrow raised. “i could say the same about you.”you stated as he shrugged. “maybe we both do.”

that was always how it was with sunghoon. conversations were battles of wit, and every smile or smirk was a carefully calculated move. you sighed, trying to ignore the slight tightening in your chest that came whenever you interacted with him. you hated how much space he took up in your thoughts, how much he affected you without even trying.

the rivalry persisted for two and a half years. sunghoon was frustratingly brilliant, always just ahead of you in every course. he never gloated, though — no, he was far more subtle than that. his victory came in the form of quiet smirks when test scores were handed back or the slight raise of his eyebrow when a professor praised one of his points over yours during a discussion.

it wasn’t until senior year, when your professor announced that the final capstone project would be completed in pairs, that your world collided more directly with his.

“partners?” you repeated, staring at the professor in disbelief. sunghoon, sitting a few seats away, looked equally shocked. for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something — displeasure, maybe? but it quickly disappeared, replaced by his usual unreadable expression.

“yes,” the professor said, with a smile that seemed a little too pleased. “i think the two of you will work exceptionally well together. exceptionally well together. you stifled a groan. if only they knew.

the first meeting wasn’t ideal. you tried to keep it professional, focusing on splitting up the tasks logically so you’d each have your own part to do. sunghoon, however, seemed less interested in working separately.

“it’s a group project,” he said, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “we should work together on everything.”

“that’s not efficient,” you countered. “if we divide the work properly, we can get it done faster.” retaliating as you flipped through the syllabus and marking key.

“but this project is supposed to be a collaboration,” he replied, voice annoyingly calm. “we can bounce ideas off each other, catch things the other person might miss.” you stared at him, trying to hold back your frustration. he wasn’t wrong but you hated that he always had a counterpoint. “fine,” you muttered, relenting for now. “but we’re going to need a schedule.”

weeks passed and much to your surprise, working with sunghoon wasn’t as terrible as you’d expected. sure, you still had your disagreements — he was a perfectionist, you were more pragmatic but you couldn’t deny that he was a good partner. smart, reliable, and (though you hated to admit it) thoughtful in a way that you hadn’t expected.

there were late nights spent in the library, both of you bent over laptops, quietly typing and researching away. the rivalry between you still lingered, but it softened. somewhere between the shared coffee runs and discussions about data points, something shifted. it wasn’t obvious at first, but you started to notice things: how he sometimes brought you your favorite coffee without asking or how he’d pause his work to listen carefully when you spoke about a new idea.

it became easier to talk to him, to work alongside him without feeling like you were constantly on edge. the tension was still there but it was different now, more of an undercurrent than an outright competition.

one evening, after yet another long session in the library, the two of you stepped out into the cold air. the campus was quiet, the sky dark and a light dusting of snow covered the ground. you rubbed your hands together, trying to stave off the chill, when sunghoon suddenly nudged you with his elbow. “cold?” he asked, his breath visible in the freezing air.

you shot him a look. “obviously.” without saying anything, he shrugged off his scarf and handed it to you. “here. you didn’t bring one.”

you blinked at him, confused by the unexpected gesture. “uh... thanks?” you said, hesitating before wrapping it around your neck. it smelled faintly of his cologne, and you mentally cursed yourself for noticing. “you’re welcome,” he said simply, his voice softer than usual.

the two of you walked in silence for a bit before sunghoon spoke again, his tone unusually thoughtful. “you know, i always thought working with you would be… harder.”

you looked at him, your brow furrowed. “you thought i would be difficult?”

“i mean.. you’re competitive,” he said, smirking. “but so am i. i guess i just thought we’d clash more.”

you couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “i guess we’re not as bad as we thought.”

“guess not,” he agreed, his smirk softening into a small, genuine smile.

that smile — it was rare but it was the first time you felt something shift inside you. maybe sunghoon wasn’t just the academic rival you had built him up to be. maybe there was more to him than the competition, the quiet smirks and the top grades. maybe, just maybe, you could see yourself wanting to be around him beyond just the project.

the project neared completion, and so did your final semester. with graduation looming, everything seemed more real. you’d have to part ways soon, move on with your separate lives. you hated how that thought made your stomach sink.

one night, as you both sat in the library, finalizing the last few details of your work, you found yourself glancing at him more often than usual. his brow was furrowed, his lips pressed together in concentration. for the first time, you weren’t thinking about how to outdo him or get ahead. you were thinking about what it would be like to miss him.

“hey,” sunghoon’s voice cut through your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. “what’s up?”

you shook your head. “nothing. just… thinking.”he raised an eyebrow, clearly curious “about?”

“about how weird it’ll be once this project is over...” you admitted, surprised at how easily the words came out. “we’ve spent so much time together these past few months. it’s going to feel… strange, i guess?”

sunghoon’s expression softened and he leaned back in his chair, studying you for a moment. “yeah,” he said quietly. “i’ve been thinking about that too.”

there was a pause, and then almost hesitantly, sunghoon spoke again. “you know, we don’t have to stop hanging out just because the project’s over.”

you looked at him, your heart skipping a beat. “what are you saying?”

“i’m saying,” he began, a small smile tugging at his lips, “that maybe I don’t want this to end. the project, the coffee runs, the… whatever this is.”

you stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. for once, there were no academic scores to worry about, no competition, no rivalry. it was just you and him, and the possibility of something more.

“i think i’d like that too,” you said softly, feeling a warmth spread through you despite the chilly air.

sunghoon’s smile widened and for the first time, it felt like you were truly on the same page—no rivalry, no tension. just the two of you.

and that, you realized, was something you’d never expected, but had always quietly hoped for.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝗹𝘃𝟯𝗽𝘀𝗵. 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱.

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𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩.𝐬𝐡

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗼𝘂𝗹, 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭𝗸

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗯𝗳!𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 (𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗮/𝗻: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆

the first snow of the season had arrived in Seoul, blanketing the city in a serene layer of white. the gentle light of dawn filtered through the cream-coloured curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. you stirred awake, feeling the comforting weight of sunghoon's arm draped over you. his steady breathing and the warmth of his body made the morning feel serene and perfect.

you turned your head slightly to see sunghoon still asleep, a peaceful smile on his face. the first snow of the season was falling outside, and you could see the flakes drifting past the window. it was as if the world had been dusted with a layer of magic.

quietly, you slipped out of bed and wrapped yourself in a cozy robe. you tiptoed to the window and pulled back the curtains, revealing a picturesque scene. the city streets were blanketed in white, and the rooftops looked like something out of a fairytale.

just then, you heard sunghoon stir behind you. he propped himself up on one elbow before standing up and heading over to you, blinking sleepily. “morning baby,” he said as he enveloped you in his arms, wrapping you in a back hug. his voice a soft murmur as his eyes followed your gaze to the window, and a bright smile spread across his face. “looks like we’re in for a perfect snow day.”

you turned to him, feeling your heart flutter at the sight of his sleepy smile. “it’s beautiful. did you have something in mind for today?”

sunghoon’s eyes twinkled with excitement as he admired you from below. “how about we make the most of it? i thought we could head out and enjoy the snow. i even brought my camera to capture and film all the fun.” you nodded enthusiastically, "that sounds perfect hoonie."

after a quick breakfast together — some warm toast and fresh fruit — you both bundled up in your winter gear. sunghoon put on his favorite coat and wrapped a scarf around his neck, and you admired how he looked so effortlessly stylish even in the cold.

with a playful grin, sunghoon grabbed his camera and led you outside. the snow had thickened overnight, and each step you took created a satisfying crunch. he started snapping pictures of the snowy landscape and of you, as you admired the winter wonderland around you.

“baby, let’s start with some snow angels!” he suggested. you both headed to a nearby open field, and with a burst of energy, flopped down into the soft snow. the coolness of the snow against your skin was refreshing and as you moved your arms and legs to make angels, you could hear sunghoon laughing behind his camera.

his laughter was infectious, and you found yourself giggling as he showed you the photos he’d taken — some with you looking completely engrossed in making snow angels and others with him trying to create his own, looking hilariously serious.

soon enough, a snowball fight began. sunghoon ducked behind a snowbank, grinning mischievously as he readied his first snowball. you tried to defend yourself, but his playful aim was too good. snowballs flew through the air and the two of you ended up in a flurry of snow and laughter.

after a while, both of you were breathless and laughing hard. “how about we warm up?” sunghoon suggested, his cheeks flushed from the cold and excitement.

you agreed and he led you to a nearby café that looked like a cozy haven. the café was warm and inviting, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filling the air. you both settled into a corner booth, still chuckling from the snowball fight.

as you sipped your hot cocoa and sunghoon enjoyed his coffee, he pulled out his camera to show you the photos from earlier. each picture and videos were a snapshot of the day’s joy — snowflakes catching in your hair, candid laughter, and playful moments.

“these are the cutest hoon,” you said, your eyes lighting up as you looked through the photos. “you’ve captured everything so perfectly."

sunghoon’s smile was soft and sincere. “i wanted to make sure we had something to remember this day by. it’s been really special.”

after you finished your drinks, you both decided to take a leisurely walk along the river. the snow was still falling gently, and the riverbanks looked serene and untouched. sunghoon took more photos as you strolled hand in hand, capturing the tranquility of the snowy scene and the warmth of your moments together.

when you reached a quaint bridge overlooking the river, sunghoon paused and took a photo of the two of you with the snowy landscape as the backdrop. he looked at you with a tender expression. “today has been amazing. I’m so glad we got to share it together.”

you leaned in closer, feeling a deep sense of contentment and smiled at him. “i couldn’t agree more. this has been one of the best days ever.”

as the sun began to set and the snowlight faded to twilight, sunghoon walked you back to your home. outside, you both lingered, not wanting to let the day end. he showed you one last photo — a beautiful shot of the two of you with snowflakes falling gently around you, looking truly happy. “this is my favorite,” he said softly. “it’s like a perfect memory of today.”

you took his hand and squeezed it gently, feeling a rush of affection. “thank you for making today so special hoon. i'll cherish these memories forever.”

sunghoon smiled warmly and pulled you into a gentle hug. he then leaned in, his eyes locking with yours. “i’m really glad we got to spend today together."

before you could respond, sunghoon’s lips brushed against yours in a tender kiss. the moment felt timeless, surrounded by the gentle snowfall and the soft glow of the streetlights. you kissed him back, feeling the warmth and love between you. as you finally pulled away, sunghoon rested his forehead against yours. “see you soon, okay?”

“definitely,” you replied, your heart full. with one last, heartfelt smile, sunghoon walked away, his footsteps crunching softly in the snow. you watched him go, feeling that this snowy day had been truly magical. the snowflakes continued to fall, each one a reminder of the beautiful moments you’d shared together.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝗹𝘃𝟯𝗽𝘀𝗵. 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱.

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐯𝟑𝐩𝐬𝐡

୨୧ 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗷 𝘀𝗵𝗲/𝗵𝗲𝗿

୨୧ 𝗲𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗮𝘀𝘁

୨୧ 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

୨୧ 𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻

୨୧ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗮𝘂, 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀

୨୧ 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲

୨୧ 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝗹𝘃𝟯𝗽𝘀𝗵. 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱.

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✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝗹𝘃𝟯𝗽𝘀𝗵 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

୨୧ 𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗳𝘂𝗹

୨୧ 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲:

- 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀/𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴

- 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁

- 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮/𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁

୨୧ 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲

୨୧ 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 (𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗽)

୨୧ 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿/𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

୨୧ 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘀

୨୧ 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀/𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀, 𝗶 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 (𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗼)

୨୧ 𝗱𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡, 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹-𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗱

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝗹𝘃𝟯𝗽𝘀𝗵. 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱.