#Injun

[weirdkpopgirl]

All I Need | Renjun Imagine #6

Title: All I Need

Genre: Fluff, kinda angsty

Warnings: mentions of mental health, vague mentions of anxiety, a little suggestive, making out

Word Count: 531

Author's Note: This was a request from an anon, and technically my request box is closed. However, I thought the idea they gave was cute and thought it wouldn't hurt to write a little something for Renjun. I feel like I don't write enough stories where the reader is comforting the member, rather than vice versa. And I know Renjun won't see this (thank God), but I truly believe he deserves the world and I sincerely hope he's getting the rest he needs for his physical and mental health. I hope those who are also struggling are taking care of themselves too. Thank you for reading ^ ^

P.S. I have quite a few things I'm working on writing-wise so please look forward to my future works!

𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪

When you noticed Renjun’s declining mental health and encouraged him to take a break, you didn’t think he’d actually listen to your advice. You were aware of the concerns and disheartenment that came after the company’s announcement about him not participating in upcoming activities. Despite your boyfriend’s evident disappointment over not performing with his members, you were grateful for his decision to prioritize his well-being.

Shortly after the announcement was made, you headed over to his dorm in hopes of lifting his spirits. When a physically and emotionally exhausted Renjun opened the door to you holding a Moomin plushie and a grocery bag of ingredients for hot pot, he never felt more loved. Not a second was wasted before he was pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Thank you for being here with me,” he murmured, prompting a small smile to grace your lips.

Returning his hug, you rested your chin on his shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

For the first time in a while, the two of you enjoyed a quiet evening where you ate good food and caught up on your lives. After dinner, Renjun pulled you into his room for some much-needed cuddles. Nestled in his bed, you let him be the small spoon as he shared what had been troubling him lately.

“I wish I could take all your pain away,” you said quietly, subconsciously tracing the contours of his face.

The boy’s eyes glimmered with appreciation, and he relaxed under your touch. “Even if you could, I wouldn’t let you.”

Your lips parted to rebut his words but were stopped by a warm pair of lips pressing against yours. With widened eyes, you saw Renjun’s endearing expression after he pulled away. 

“You’re all I need,” he whispered, before leaning in once more.

Admittedly, you thought the second kiss would be the last for the night. But Renjun didn’t stop this time, catching you a little off guard. Even though after a year of dating, intimacy had not been extensively explored in your relationship. Mainly because the both of you had boundaries and wanted to respect them, but this…this kiss seemed to stretch on and on, and you didn’t hate it.

His lips moved slowly against yours, as his fingers traced feather-light patterns along your jawline. With gentle pressure, he tilted your chin upward for a better angle to deepen the kiss. Eventually, you stopped letting your thoughts distract you and gradually allowed yourself to surrender to the moment. Your hands found their way to his back, pulling him closer as you kissed back in hopes of conveying all the comfort you wanted to give him. 

It was enticing, losing yourself in this shared intimacy. Then when you finally parted for air, you noticed the glisten of tears in Renjun’s eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips, “so very much.”

You smiled, feeling your eyes get glossy as well. “I love you too, Jun.”

He embraced you once more, holding you closer than ever. It was at this moment when you silently promised to stay by Renjun’s side forever. 

If you were all he needed, then you were willing to give everything.

𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪

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[purgatoire-noir]

so i’ve dyed my hair, beard, moustache, and eyebrows copper…

i’ve always wanted to be a black ginger… who knew it would look so natural

[freakywonbin]

Huang Renjun : "Broken Melodies" 23.06.2023

[renjwoo]

⊱ ◌⋰ ⏆ ┉

┉ ⏆ ⋱◌ ⊰

@hazelnut-affogato. @neodreamy.

even we are different world in social platform now. you two always in my heart. oh i m being cheesy. renjun always gonna remind me about you cuties. ilysm! ♡.

[huang-minjisu61]

Pretty boy✨

[heartseungs-archive]

[01.20]

At this time of night, the studio falls silent. Only the sound of dripping water and soft thuds as you shape the clay are there to accompany, along with the dimly flickering LED bulb on your work desk. The mannequins behind take on a ghostly appearance, shrouded by shadows and yet stark white. It may seem spooky, foolish even, to hang about in such an isolated place. After all, this is what makes up ghost stories, isn’t it?

Yet, solitude seems to have provided a perfect space for you to continue your art, undisturbed by the constant frenzied buzz that makes up the classroom. Away from your classmates’ laughter and jokes, there is just you and your art. While entertaining, they have also proved a distraction, leaving you to remain awake at odd hours to have any chance of finishing your final work.

The stress that came with being in Seoul’s top-performing arts university was unpleasant, but not unfamiliar. You had always sought approval from figures of authority, whether it had been your homeroom teacher, or now your lecturer. Just the other day, she stated that your art “lacked feeling and passion”, which you would have to somehow find within six months. Though there wasn’t much passion that could come from expensive coffee runs and hour-long presentations on art history.

Taking a step back from your sculpture, your eyes scan over it. The faceless mould of a woman stares back, and you’re not sure how to feel. In a way, it feels like a mirror: surrounded by an endless sea of talent, you’ve become nothing but another student-artist wannabe. A sigh escapes before you know it, and you rub your eyes. Maybe it’ll be a good idea to take a break, and ‘view some scenery for inspiration’ as Ms Kim suggested.

Just then, footsteps ring down the hall. A tinge of fear rises at the thought that it might be some sort of revengeful spirit before you quash it. Stupid. Ghosts don't exist.

It gets closer and closer, and your breath stops. Before you can blink, the doors slide open, a body follows through, and instead of a ghost with long hair and a white gown, it is Renjun. Huang Renjun, to be specific. Scholarship winner and acclaimed artist since childhood, if the stories are to be believed. Maybe you would know better if he spoke in class. However, Renjun stays shut off, preferring to sit in his corner and work on his paintings, with the rest of the class too intimidated or too unnerved to truly strike a conversation. It's definitely not that he’s incapable of socializing - you’ve seen him around with Jaemin and Haechan from the theatre department, and Chenle from Med.

Renjun looks equally surprised to see you, and it causes you to smile slightly. It seems the both of you are night owls. The smile might come out more as a cringe though, and you’re sure it's not the most flattering look with clay-stained overalls and messy hair. To your surprise, he smiles back. What shocks you even more, however, is the question that he asks.

“Long night?” Renjun’s voice is much clearer than you expected, likely due to the silence of the art studio. It’s pleasant and calming, different from the loud voices of most students in this class.

“Yeah. Ms Kim’s been hounding me about the progress on my work, so…” you gesture half-heartedly to the structure.

“I’ve seen your sketches. They look great. Also Ms Kim just likes to nitpick, but it’s for students she likes. So it’s a good sign.” The praise from him fills you with much more joy than it should, but it’s nice after the cloud of anxiety that’s been hanging over you this entire week.

“I hope so. You’re definitely her star student though. Mind letting me see your paintings? I’m thinking of practicing my brush techniques for the sculpture eventually, and from what I’ve heard…you’re good. More than good actually.” Renjun looks down at that, and you can tell he’s hesitating to say something. Did you cross the line, perhaps? Maybe he was just trying to be polite to someone who he would have to share the space with.

“Actually-” Both of you say it at the same time and immediately halt, staring momentarily. You huff out a laugh, and gesture for him to first.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to collaborate with me for the exhibition. Of course, you don’t have to, but we both have vastly different areas of expertise and I think it’d make a good competition piece.”

Renjun’s request was most definitely not expected. You’re sure you’re fully awake now, and yet fear this might be some sort of half-awake dream that you’ve hallucinated. In the span of five minutes, Huang Renjun, painter extraordinaire, has complimented your work and asked you to collaborate with him. You’d be a fool not to accept, even if you have to work extra hard to make up for the sheer difference in skill.

Nodding, you gesture for him to take a seat opposite your workspace. Perhaps it would be better to bounce out ideas first, to show that you’re committed to this so he doesn’t regret his choice. You’re too busy in your own thoughts, that you don’t realise the look of relief that Renjun has at your agreement, obvious even in the poor lighting. Unable to decide, you return to your sculpture, while Renjun pulls out his sketchbook and gouache paints. He seems to be scribbling down ideas, so you place your faith in him and leave him be. After all, both of you have the entire night, and probably many others ahead if this partnership goes through. But at least now, there’s a renewed sense of hope, an excitement that you thought you had lost a while ago. Eventually, you’ll have to thank Renjun. For whichever lucky stars had aligned, converging your paths together for the next few months.

Occasionally, your eyes drift over to where he’s sitting, quietly muttering to himself before writing things down. The acceleration of your heartbeat is something foreign, and you’re sure you’re wide awake now.

You find that you no longer care much for solitude, not when Renjun is by your side with his sketchbook.

[manctmemories]

Jeno and Renjun. ♡

[cerealkiller740]

1954 Florida Orange Juice

[dakbees]

💙🤍💙

[127luvr]

currently going through terrible post concert depression so can you maybe write smth where renjun and reader spend some time together after the tds2 berlin concert ended. maybe exploring the city a bit, but ik not everyone knows a lot about berlin so them spending time together in the hotel is also fine :')

Moon

Huang Renjun x Male Reader

“I don’t know how the fans do it Renjun.” You rub the dark birthmark on his hand, counting the tiles on the floor as you walked side by side. “I mean… seeing you one night in concert and then having to go home… back to seeing you on a tiny screen. I don’t know how I’d survive like that. It’s a miracle we made it through quarantine.”

He pushes you with his shoulder, scrunching his nose in fake annoyance as he comes to a stop. It’s hours after the concert ended—the venue sits empty and silent compared to the ground shaking music and lively screams from fans that leaked from it just a while ago. It’s still ringing in your ears, not quite registering how different the Renjun you had by your side was from the Renjun that performed on stage. You watched him from your peripheral vision, how he kicked rocks and moped around the entrance of the venue, scared of exploring a city so unfamiliar.

“I booked us a food tour for earlier, but you got too busy and it’s far too late to go now—” You catch the frown growing on Renjun’s face, quickly spinning him around to face you. “Hey, it’s okay. I wasn’t done with what I was saying. Anyway—I was thinking since we can’t do that we could either join Jaem and Jisung at the East Side Gallery or we could walk to the Oberbaum bridge. It’s just a few minutes away but it’s so worth it.”

“I think that you’ve had to share me with enough people tonight, let’s go to that bridge.” You smile from ear to ear, offering him a small peck before following the address you typed in on your phone.

The walk is mostly quiet. The only noise that reached your ears was the sound of Renjun’s puffy sleeves clashing on the side of his jacket as he swung your hands together. The two of you ogled at the empty streets, letting it slip your minds that it was past midnight and you were lucky to see two people outside in this weather. You keep your eye on the river next to you, smiling at the lights that bouncing off of it. You couldn’t think of better person to experience it with other than Renjun. There was nothing he loved more than being a tourist in other cities. He was so curious about everything—the park the two of you passed—the gallery that was just down the path—down to the lively club that sat on its lonesome. There were questions even you didn’t know the answer to—not that he cared. He was mostly asking just to ask, not looking for a real response.

Once the two of you reached the bridge you were breathless. You let go of Renjun’s hand, racing him to one of the many window-like openings that overlooked the river. You looked far into the horizon, taking in the sights as Renjun came up behind you. His footsteps echoed around the corners of the empty deck.

Your (e/c) eyes reach the moon, a soft smile settling on your lips. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Renjun’s arms find their way to your torso, his head resting on your shoulder as he balances his body weight on you.

“I think that phrase only works if it’s in Japanese.” He pinches your hip, too comfortable to move from his stance behind you. He can’t think of a better way to spend his night. Watching the lights reflect off the river underneath you. Watching as your (s/c) complexion glows next to the orange architecture of the bridge. He is glad he agreed to this—adding a simple, yet significant memory with you here was a reason to come back and explore more of the city with more time. “But yes, the moon is beautiful, (Y/n/n).”

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[weirdkpopgirl]

Starving Yourself | Dream Reaction #6

Reaction: When their gf skips meals

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Warnings: subtle mention of eating disorders, body image issues, lots of crying (I apologize)

Word Count: 3435k

Author's Note: I've had this subject in the back of my mind for a while now. A few days ago, I just got into it and thankfully finished today. I want to first credit my friend who helped me come up with scenarios for this lol.

Just a little disclaimer, I wanted to say something for those with poor body image. I feel like you hear things like this a lot, and you might read more things like "oh I also struggle too," and "please don't feel bad about yourself." When I was working on this, I did write some of the stories based on experience. So I don't have any right to advise on improving your self-esteem or working to have better eating habits. I'd be a hypocrite if I said those things. All I can say is that I know how what self-hatred is like, and how it can take you down some dark paths.

Please stay strong. I am very sorry for how long this note is 😅

~ ~ ~

MARK

His life was going normally, being a workaholic as always. At the same time, he felt more at ease since he was dating you. The other night, you guys went out on a movie date to see the new Black Panther film. It wasn’t until near the end of the movie that he noticed the popcorn you bought was barely touched. But knowing your slight dislike for greasy foods, Mark didn't think too much about it.

After dropping you off, he returned to his dorm. He was met by the Dream members who appeared to have been waiting for him.  They watched quietly as their leader removed his shoes and took his jacket off.

“Hyung?” Jisung asked cautiously.

“Yeah? What’s up?” The Dreamies exchanged looks with each other that he couldn’t quite read. Was it uncertainty?

“I don’t think he knows,” Chenle murmured, causing Mark’s brows to furrow in confusion.

“Know what?”

Chenle glanced at his hyung, and back toward the members beside him. But he was going to tell Mark the truth no matter what.

“That (Y/n) collapsed at her university last week.”

Mark stepped back, clearly shocked by this news. “What? Why?!”

“Apparently she wasn’t eating much,” answered Jaemin.

“She’s your girlfriend. Didn’t you notice something was off?” Haechan’s voice raised slightly. As one of your good friends, the singer couldn’t help but show his irritation. He knew Mark had been so caught up in work recently. But you’ve been struggling for a long time now.

Now in distress, Mark ran a hand through his hair as he searched his memory for anything he might’ve missed. He paused for a moment, remembering the popcorn from earlier. Then he was dashing back out the door, despite it starting to rain.

That was how you heard the sound of your doorbell ringing close to midnight. Luckily you were awake, but you were surprised to see Mark soaking wet. He also looked as if he was about to cry any second.

Despite your befuddlement, you pulled the man inside so he could change into some dry clothes. Mark would bring up to you what the guys told him earlier. At that moment, you began to regret hiding your problems from your boyfriend. You’ve never seen him so worried before.

You spent the rest of the evening—or morning cuddling in bed. Mark kept repeating how much he loved you and apologized for making you feel like you couldn’t come to him. All he sincerely wished for was for you to be happy and healthy. He wasn't going to allow another incident to happen.

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RENJUN

You had spent nearly an hour getting ready to meet up with Renjun’s parents. Seeing them was the first thing on your list for a weekend trip to your boyfriend’s hometown. It’s been nearly a year since you last met his parents, which made you more nervous than usual.

Renjun’s eyes lit up when you finally came out of the bathroom. He instantly recognized the white blouse with a dark blue floral print and the matching blue skirt you were wearing. It was the outfit he bought you not too long ago. 

“Wow, you look so pretty!” He exhaled. There was no hiding how taken away he was with you.

Even though you didn’t agree with his compliment, you thanked him shyly. Renjun noticed something wasn’t quite right pretty fast. The previous times you were about to meet his parents didn’t feel like this. But he couldn’t pinpoint why things felt strange with you.

Deciding to not dwindle on it, you guys left the hotel to meet up with Renjun’s parents at a restaurant. His mother quickly stood up when she spotted you two coming in. While she happily hugged her son, you exchanged greetings with his father.

“It’s so nice to see you again, (Y/n),” Mr. Huang smiled warmly.

You bowed your head politely, “Thank you. I’m sorry it’s been so long.”

Mrs. Huang pulled away from her son to get a better look at you. Her eyes filled with slight concern, and she took your hands. “You’ve gotten skinnier my dear!”

That's what it was. Renjun now knew what he was wondering about earlier. Preoccupied with carrying on a conversation with his mom and dad, you didn’t notice how he observed you throughout dinner. He waited until you guys came back to your hotel room to confront you.

“(Y/n), are you okay?”

Your body tensed slightly at his question. “Of course I am. What makes you ask that?”

“It’s just—you’ve become so thin lately. Also, you barely ate anything tonight, and you love Chinese food,” He pointed out. “Sweetheart, what’s going on?”

Honestly, you felt like you’ve been playing a game over the past few weeks. Wondering how long you could hide your unhealthy eating habits from Renjun. Of course, it didn’t take him very long.

Your eyes dropped to the floor. “Nothing—I just haven’t been hungry recently.”

“(Y/n)-ah, please don’t lie. You have to eat,” Renjun chastised. 

He walked over to your side and lifted your chin with the tips of his fingers. “Now I know why you’ve been so tired lately. If you keep this up, you can faint or something worse might happen.”

“I’m sorry. I guess, I just wanted to look my best for you and your parents,” You admitted, after a short pause. 

In return, Renjun pressed his lips against your forehead. “For the record, my parents love you, and so do I. You don’t need to change anything about yourself. Especially if your health is at risk.”

You melted into his touch, and let yourself sink into his embrace. Renjun was always there to reassure you that you were more than enough for him.

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JENO

Jeno and you were a newer couple, after having met through mutual friends at university. His major was computer programming, while you studied creative writing. So your schedules were different, but you did share one class. 

Your boyfriend was the one to convince you to take dance. Honestly, you were a little reluctant at first. But you ended up signing up for the class to spend more time with him. Since Jeno was more athletic, dancing was a lot easier for him. You…not so much. It was still fun, despite the increasing levels of anxiety the class gave you every week.

One afternoon, you met up after both of your classes finished. That’s when he asked to eat lunch together later. Yeah, a typical thing for a just-got-into-a-relationship boyfriend.

You agreed to his sweet offer. But you didn’t think when you jokingly added that it felt weird since you usually ate one meal a day. Jeno turned to you in astonishment.

“What? Only once?!” 

Confused by his reaction, you slowly nodded. “Yeah…”

He stopped walking and moved his hand to your shoulder.

“(Y/n)-ah, that isn’t healthy,” He lightly scolded. 

But you quickly brushed off his concern for your eating habits. You took his hand and dragged him to the school’s dance studio. “It’s not a big deal, Jeno-ssi. We better hurry, class starts soon.”

In spite of Jeno being slightly wary, you seemed to be learning the new dance routine fairly smoothly. That was until you were changing formations and you started to become dizzy. Huffing quietly, you shook your head to dismiss the slow onset of a headache and kept up with the next moves. This feeling was something you were used to whenever you did any intense physical activity. 

However, things were different when the room suddenly began to spin. Your legs were the first to give out, shortly after. Wincing, you pressed your knuckles against your forehead. Gasps and words you couldn’t process only irritated you more. Fortunately, Jeno rushed to pick you up off the ground and carried you to the health office.

The nurse checked up on you after getting settled. “Did you eat anything today?” She asked. 

Jeno couldn’t hide a scoff when you told the woman you had. He frowned when the nurse advised you to rest. Once she left, Jeno allowed himself to sigh.

“(Y/n), you need to eat more.”

“I-I think I just need rest,” You contradicted him.

The boy crossed his arms in persistence. “How can you rest when you have a headache because you don’t eat three meals a day?”

His tone softened a bit when he realized how fatigued you were. Lecturing wasn’t going to help you in this state. With another sigh, he made his way to the chair you were sitting in.

“Rest for now,” He said gently. “I’ll bring you something to eat.”

Jeno petted your head and pecked you on the lips before dashing out of the room. You waited anxiously for about 15 minutes before your boyfriend came back with assorted types of kimbap. He must’ve bought some from the nearby stand owned by a halmeoni.

You almost cried when he opened the wrapper and fed you. For the first time, someone showed you that they cared. Though you were both early in the relationship, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling deeper for Lee Jeno. Most likely, love.

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HAECHAN

Due to upcoming exams, you and Haechan spent your Saturday afternoon in the library preparing. Studying on a weekend may not be an ideal date in Haechan’s opinion. At the same time, he knew how stressed you got when exam season came around. But that didn’t stop him from complaining now and then.

“Aish, I missed breakfast because Jaemin was taking too long,” Haechan groaned.

He pouted when he received no response from you. His salty mood prevented him from getting anything done. On the other hand, you were ultra-focused on finishing up an essay for one of your English classes. However, you snapped out of your zone by Haechan’s hand tapping on the corner of your laptop.

“Are you hungry too? Did you have breakfast?”

Almost instinctively, you replied to his question with a simple “no.” You shook your head when he asked if your roommate was also running late this morning.

“I just forgot,” You said absentmindedly.

He watched your eyes flicker back to the computer screen in front of you. It kind of seemed like you wanted to end the conversation quickly. But you couldn’t escape your boyfriend that easily.

Then he asked, “How do you forget to eat breakfast?”

The cool expression on your face slowly faded, as you stopped to think for a moment. Lately, finals haven't only been your source of stress. This past month was spent traveling back and forth between Seoul and Pohang to take care of your sick mother. On top of that, you were balancing school life and hiding your problems from everyone. You guessed self-neglect was a result of all that.

Haechan noticed your sudden change and instantly became worried when tears formed in your eyes. He proceeded to reach his hand across the table to take yours.

“(Y/n), is everything okay?”

You promptly clasped your opposite hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs. At least you still had half the mind to cry quietly, remembering you were at a library. Usually, you were the last person to have an emotional outburst. But Haechan’s question made you realize how not okay you were.

Fortunately, your boyfriend was quick to act and rushed to your side. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, holding you in a tight embrace that would hopefully calm you down. 

A few minutes later, Haechan closed your laptop. “Okay, you’re going to stop thinking about school for the rest of the day.”

“Hyuck…” You wanted to argue, though you knew he was already standing up and packing your things away.

“You can tell me what’s been bothering you over lunch,” He added, “Does jjamppong sound okay?”

Haechan had no idea what was causing you to break down, or why you weren’t taking care of yourself. But getting you to eat was his priority, and he started by recommending your favorite dish. 

Since then, he’s become a lot more protective and gone out of his way to take care of you more. Whenever he was down, you were always there to support him. So that’s what he was going to do for you.

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JAEMIN

The first thing he did after getting out of bed was to look for you. He was a little sulky that you didn’t get to wake up together. Especially since he hasn’t seen you in one month and two weeks. Jaemin loved his job, but he hated how it also brought this distance in between you two. What made him feel worse was how you never complained. Not even this time, when he showed up at your apartment at one a.m. Instead of scolding him for coming over at such a crazy hour or for walking to your place in the cold, you simply led him into your room to get some much-needed sleep.

Luckily, it didn’t take long for Jaemin to find you. He was greeted by one of his favorite aromas when entering the kitchen. And there you were at the counter, carefully pouring a pot of steaming dark liquid into a blue mug. Watching you he realized you had gotten up early to make coffee for him.

As his heart swelled with a dozen emotions, he walked up to stand behind you. Barely startled by his presence, you merely glanced upward to see the tired grin on his face. 

“Did you sleep well?” He responded with a delicate kiss on your exposed neck.

His arms circled your waist, gently pulling your back to meet his chest. It was then, did he notice how his girlfriend’s waist was practically nonexistent, or in other words, thin. Thinner than usual and definitely not healthy.

Jaemin’s smile contorted into a look of concern. Slightly pulling away, he turned to you.

“Jagiya, have you been eating well?” His tone was soft, despite his deep voice.

Automatically, you could tell your boyfriend wasn’t speaking in a casual small talk way. Nonetheless, you pretended not to be fazed.

“I’ve been on a diet…” You set the coffee mug down.

He frowned. “What kind, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You cursed in your head, as you hurriedly made up a lie.

“A low-carb diet,” You tried your best to sound assertive.

“A low-carb diet or a no-carb diet?”

You froze in place when you noticed the hint of anger in the last part of his question. Jaemin slowly turned you around to face him. “(Y/n), be honest. Have you been eating well?”

Several seconds of silence passed by, as you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“No.” There was a catch in your throat, as your lips quivered.

Jaemin brought you back into his embrace when you began to cry. His chin rested on the top of your head, as your tears soaked his shirt. His heart broke at the sound of your sobs. All he could do was press kisses into your hair, and pat your back.

You sniffed, “I just…I just see pictures of us, and I hate how I look when you’re so perfect.”

“(Y/n)-ah…”

“I know it sounds stupid. But I want to be a girlfriend who is also beautiful.”

Jaemin cupped the right side of your face and sighed, “(Y/n)-ah, you’ve always been beautiful to me. You don’t need to lose weight or do anything else to prove that.”

As comforting as his words were, Jaemin knew that it would take more than that to make you feel better. From then on, he didn’t miss a chance to shower you with compliments and affection. He loved you and had no problem making sure you believed that.

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CHENLE

You were currently on opposite sides of the room. Chenle was watching Instagram videos on his phone, and you were writing the next chapter to a story you started a while ago. This was agreeably considered hanging out with each other. Doing your own thing until someone broke the silence. And this time, it was Chenle.

His stomach growling did not go ignored by him. Naturally, he pulled up a delivery food app. He then paused and looked over to you who was typing away on your computer.

“(Y/n)-ahhh, I’m ordering food. What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” You replied, without looking up.

Chenle sat up in his spot on the couch. “Do you want tteokbokki?”

“Um, I’m not in the mood for tteokbokki.” He saw your head shake behind the computer.

“Jokbal?”

“Haechan will be upset if we eat that without him.”

“How about gukbap?”

“Eh…”

“Okay, what about-”

Losing concentration, you shut your laptop in frustration. “I’m not hungry! Just order something for yourself.”

“I want to eat with you though,” He whined. You closed your eyes for a moment and sighed before starting to speak again. 

“But—”

“No buts. You’re going to come here and help me choose something.”

Just as you opened your mouth to protest, Chenle already decided he had enough. He lifted you from your chair which earned him an “are you crazy?” look. Then he brought you to where he was previously sitting. While doing so, he noticed that you were very light.

“How are you not hungry?” Chenle asked. “Your stomach is practically crying out to me.”

You wrapped your arms around your waist self-consciously. “You’re exaggerating, Chenle.”

Even though you made it sound like not a big deal, Chenle had a feeling there was an underlying problem here. He knew that you had a small appetite, but having no desire to eat was separate. For someone who was such a big foodie, the idea of his girlfriend starving herself worried him.

“We haven’t had a meal together in so long,” Chenle pretended to sulk. “But if you really don’t want to eat, I won’t force you.”

Ugh, you just couldn’t resist the rare look of sadness on the boy’s face. He knew you hated to be guilty.

So with a sigh, you slowly made a new suggestion. “Actually…maybe we can get tteokbokki. Can we just share the bowl?” 

As if he wasn’t moping a second ago, Chenle smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Of course. Anything for you, Cutie.”

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JISUNG

He sat patiently in the lobby, waiting for you who was at a doctor's appointment. You insisted this was nothing but a normal check-up. But that didn’t stop Jisung from accompanying you. He stood up in slight surprise when you came out earlier than expected.

“(Y/n)-ah! You’re done?” You bobbed your head and grabbed his hand with a small smile. 

Jisung noticed you were being quieter than usual during the drive to your place. But he thought you might be tired from a long day of classes before having to visit the doctor’s office. You’d probably feel better when you got back home.

Once you guys arrived, Jisung was left alone when you went to change into more comfortable clothes. As he plopped down on your small couch, his eyes darted to the medical papers you had previously left on the coffee table. Out of habit, Jisung picked up the papers to organize them. 

However, your recorded weight on the first page caught him off guard. His eyes widened in horror at the number. He knew you were small, especially compared to his size. But he didn’t think you were underweight to the point that it was dangerous. This must’ve been why you barely said anything earlier.

Tears flooded his eyes in an instant when he saw you walk out of the room. Suddenly confused as to why your boyfriend was crying, your lips parted to ask what was wrong. Then you spotted the slightly crumpled papers in his hands.

“Jisung—I can explain,” You spoke calmly, in an attempt to keep your voice stable. 

Jisung looked at you in despair. “Is this why I haven’t seen you eat lately? Or how you don’t want to go shopping together anymore?”

Your confirmed silence made him feel worse. Regardless he rushed up to hug you, engulfing your small frame into his taller figure. The two of you stayed in that position for a long time. Your fingers stroked his back as you also tried to calm him down. You made sure to reassure him that you knew you had a problem and were going to try to build better eating habits. Jisung would offer any support he could give you.

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CHAMOMILE TEAM 23:00 (DGNA)

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Jane

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𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜ꨄ︎

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 : 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝙳𝙰,𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝'𝚜.𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜'𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗,𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 ,𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜.

𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖.𝙰𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔 ,𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜'𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗.𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 , 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝 'ʏᴇs' 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍,𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎.

𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 ,𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍.𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍.𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜.𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 , 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛. ''ɢᴜʏs.. ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ,ᴅᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇʏ ᴅᴏᴠᴇʏ sᴛᴜғғ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ'' 𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢,𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚐 ,𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗.''ʏᴇᴀʜ ,ʏᴇᴀʜ sᴏ ғᴜɴɴʏ'' 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢.𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍.𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 ,𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍.