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take a break comfort drabble ♡

#taekookau;

"it's okay," jungkook whispers his words into taehyung's hair. "i promise. it's okay to take a break."

taehyung tiredly mumbles, "but the exam is in a few days and—"

jungkook sucks in a trembling breath. "baby, please. please take a break. everything will be okay."

the world is quiet outside. exam season means no parties. it means stress added upon stress, and stress can be the difference between grades slipping or climbing up another step.

it means late-night study sessions and surviving on 3-minute ramen until the highlighters run out, because then, they'd have to go to the convenience store. jungkook is always the first to volunteer to buy more; study necessities are very important to him.

sometimes, he comes back with frozen pizzas or sushi. but neither of them have time or money to eat out during finals.

but if jungkook takes his studies seriously — aims for nothing less than a B+, then taehyung throws his whole life into it.

A after A lines his grades in bold red ink, and jungkook is always so unbelievably proud of him, but taehyung... he's never pleased enough.

it makes him a machine during exams. studying for hours on end with no breaks, eating the pizzas frozen because heating them up for 15 minutes is too long.

falling asleep on his papers, studying 2 subjects at a time, nose always buried in some textbook.

it's worrying, this constant cycle of diving headfirst into studying relentlessly. then, the aftermath —burn-outs, hair falling out from stress, weight fluctuating because of unhealthy eating habits.

it becomes too much. always too much, and it breaks jungkook's heart everytime.

"jungkook, i'll be fine." sitting on the couch, curled up on jungkook's lap with his papers strewn about around them, taehyung continues, "i need to revise a bit more, then i'll sleep. i think."

"taehyung, you literally collapsed."

"just didn't have enough water. 'm okay."

"no, you're not," jungkook whispers. "you're not, baby."

it all happened 20 minutes ago. jungkook woke up to an empty bed, taehyung's side cold and untouched.

he'd gone to the kitchen for a glass of water, all the while missing the warmth of his cuddle bear.

as if on cue, taehyung stumbled in after him.

"hey, babe," taehyung said.

jungkook stared. taehyung was here, why wasn't he in bed? "tae?"

"how was your day?"

"tae, why aren't you asleep?"

"i'll come to bed later."

"tae, baby. you need sleep."

taehyung smiled, dark circles under his eyes. "i'm not tired, trust me."

then, out of nowhere, taehyung's legs buckled. like a marionette being cut from the strings, taehyung fell to the floor, and jungkook nearly lost his damn mind.

he picked his cuddle bear up and brought them over to the couch.

shoved all the papers and textbooks off, collapsed onto it with his mind spinning, heart hammering in his chest, and laid taehyung carefully over his lap.

then, jungkook held taehyung tightly until he woke up.

but upon waking, all taehyung did was yawn sleepily and thank jungkook.

then, he tried to go back to studying.

studying. as if he hadn't just collapsed on their kitchen floor at 3AM.

jungkook is scared out of his mind. he's scared and worried, and he holds taehyung tighter.

"you can keep revising after some sleep, babe. you've been studying non-stop this week."

"jungkook—"

"and you're not fine. i can see it. you're tired. baby, your mind is so tired." he leans his head on taehyung's shoulder, eyes closing tiredly. "why do you keep doing this?"

taehyung turns to him. jungkook looks up, meets his eyes. more prominent now are taehyung's dark circles, the sharper contour of his face.

the smile he gives jungkook is bright — so fucking bright and it touches jungkook's heart like a flood of sunshine, but it's tired. dimming.

"hey, i just need to get 90+ on this exam. then i'll take a break."

"you'll be studying for the exam after."

"but there'll be a small break in between."

"taehyung, you're literally falling apart in front of me. how do you not see that?"

taehyung sighs. "baby. i'm not tired."

stubborn. taehyung is so stubborn.

jungkook gaws on his bottom lip before saying, "taehyung, i want to say a few things. you can choose to listen or not. but, i think it needs to be said because i love you. i love you so fucking much, it hurts to see you like this."

taehyung stills. "...okay."

"you're not okay. taehyung, baby, i don't think you're okay. you might feel fine — whatever that feels like to you, but you literally just collapsed in our kitchen and i'm scared out of my fucking mind."

taehyung's eyes widen.

jungkook continues. "this past week, i have barely seen you get food except when i bring it to you and stay there until you eat it. the water bottle in your room is always full. you pull all-nighters to keep studying and nap for 30 minutes in the day."

taehyung nods slowly. because it's true.

it's all true, and jungkook has been watching it happen before his eyes, heart breaking piece by piece everytime taehyung stumbles to the couch for a nap or forgets to eat.

"the world will keep spinning if you take a break. i promise it'll be okay, baby. your body is precious, your mind hasn't stopped working in days. you need to look after yourself."

jungkook runs a hand through taehyung's hair. taehyung closes his eyes and leans into the touch.

"sometimes, i think about it all, how small we really are in this world. one test mark isn't worth the price of your mental health. baby, nothing is. for you, nothing should come first except yourself."

"but what if my academics is tied to my mental health?"

"then one thing needs to change — your standards for your academics, or your standards for your mental health. would you rather get high grades and break your mind to pieces, or lower grades but at least you can smile through it all?"

taehyung hesitates.

"for me," jungkook continues, "i would rather you fail every course with a big smile on your face. fail every damn thing and laugh about it. fail it all, but at least you got to enjoy life. because you can re-take courses, but you can't take back moments in life."

taehyung sighs and leans back into him, back against jungkook's chest. he lowers his papers to his lap.

"i just— i stress so much about the future. about what'll happen if i have to re-take the course, or the exam. that costs money. i don't— not everyone has that kind of money."

"then do well enough that you don't have to re-take it."

taehyung huffs out a tired laugh. "you're confusing me here, babe."

"when i said i'd rather you fail, i didn't mean i think you should aim to fail," jungkook says, "just that if your ultimatum is between failing an exam or failing to protect your own mental health, i'd rather you fail the exam. but i still want to see you succeed and thrive and feel so damn proud of your marks. study, pass, but don't give up yourself for it. i just want to see you happy."

"how? how can i do that?"

"boundaries, baby," jungkook murmurs, "study hard and study well, but set boundaries to it. 30 minute blocks of study, then a break. snacks while studying. water.  have days where you don't study in the week. go easier on yourself. please, be gentle to yourself."

taehyung leans his head back on jungkook's shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. "how do you know so much about this?"

"you. i look at you and i think, i want him to be happy," jungkook says. "and... i may have done a little research."

"research?"

"yeah. study tips."

taehyung smiles. "you're cute. you researched this just for me?"

"well, yeah. i wanted to fight for my case, i needed evidence, your honour."

"and do you think you've managed to convince me?"

"i think that's for you to decide, isn't it? what's the verdict?"

"the verdict is..." taehyung opens his eyes, gaze bleary as he looks at jungkook. "i'm tired. i think... i think i want to go to sleep."

"okay." jungkook smiles, presses a kiss to his cheek. "that's it, baby. i just— i just want to do one more thing."

"hm?"

"close your eyes again, please," jungkook says. when taehyung does so, he continues, "count down from 30 when i say so, and i'll tell you a few things to remember when you find yourself falling back into this self-destructive slump. okay?"

"'mkay, koo."

"start counting... now." jungkook leans his forehead on taehyung's shoulder, closing his eyes. "you're fucking brilliant. so beautiful, inside and out, and you don't need exams and grades to reflect that. you're more than those numbers. more than rankings in a system."

taehyung's breath stutters. jungkook forges on.

"every result you get on an exam, i'll be so proud of. i'll shout it from the tallest rooftops and kiss you so goddamn silly, even if there's a fail stamped across the whole thing in bright red, 'cause you tried your best."

taehyung mouths the numbers. 18, 17, 16.

"the important thing is that you try your best. that's more than enough. you try your best in exams and all of that, sure. but try your best to take care of yourself, that's more important. you're more important. i cherish you so much."

jungkook leaves a kiss on taehyung's shoulder.

"and if you're disappointed in your results, you find yourself hating it, just know that i'll love you hard enough to make the world shake. bad results aren't the be all, end all. you can pick your grades back up in the next task. it's okay to be disappointed in results. that's normal. that will happen. but you know the way to get through that? have a strong enough mindset and coping mechanism to do so, and, cuddle bear, you can't do that with a tired, struggling mind."

taehyung counts down the last seconds under his breath.

"and in the times that you're proud of your score, i'll be so goddamn happy for you. happy /with/ you. i'll kiss you all over. i'll pick you up, spin you around, and the world won't seem so bad."

3, 2...

"just know that whatever happens, it's okay to take a break. okay to breathe, okay to fail. you're important."

1.

"i love you with all the love my heart can hold, and you're so important to me, my cuddle bear. my taehyungie."

0.

the first tear drops from taehyung's eye.

jungkook kisses it away. "when you find yourself falling back into this pattern, just remember that, 'kay?"

"okay," taehyung whispers shakily. "i'll remember."

"good." jungkook holds him tighter. his heart feels lighter. "i'm glad."

"jungkook..."

"hm?"

taehyung's voice is tentative and soft, bursting at the seams with fondness when he whispers, "want to go to sleep now?"

there are papers strewn all about them. some half-filled, unanswered equations, a textbook with pages marked all over. taehyung isn't done studying, but he wants to sleep.

he wants to take a break.

finally. finally, he's ready to take a break. a rest.

taehyung finds jungkook's hand curled around his waist and holds it, locking their fingers together.

jungkook feels something lodge in his throat. his voice comes out raw, rough at the edges when he whispers, "yeah, baby. let's go to sleep."

—

[a/n: here's a little drabble from me to start off the year. it's inspired by me and my own silly study habits, and i wrote it to remind myself of how to take care of myself when university gets hard.

but i also know that a lot of you beautiful people on here struggle when exams come around. so, this is a reminder to you, too — take breaks. it'll be okay, i promise. and if you get bad marks, that's okay, too. the world will keep spinning, and you can keep going. you can keep fighting :]

please remember this when exam season gets hard 💕

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Taekook AU

_SWEETEST DOWNFALL_

"I loose everything after I have you." -Jungkook

"You complete my scattered universe and now my world only revolves around you." Taehyung

Can they still save their marraige after falling out of love? Or just let the promise to be broken?

[sincerelyxnini]

afterparty sleepy comfort ♡

#taekookau;

"Hyung, 'm gonna fall asleep."

Taehyung bites back a smile and softly presses the cotton pad to Jungkook's cheek. "5 more minutes, baby."

3AM sneaks in with the trailblazing lights of parties and beer, and settles like comfort in their room.

It's time to clean up.

Jungkook slumps against the wall, sitting on the sink and he's dangerously close to knocking over all the micellar water and cotton pads, but Taehyung's too soft-hearted to move him. His sweetheart is tired, that much is obvious.

"Can you sing for me?" Jungkook murmurs.

Taehyung hums lightly before saying, "You'd fall asleep if I do."

"No, I won't. Promise."

"Yes you will. You will, baby."

Jungkook sighs, eyes drooping shut. "How much longer?"

"The foundation's nearly off. I'll do your eyeshadow next then you'll be fine to go to sleep."

"Okay," Jungkook whispers.

Taehyung just smiles. Grabs another cotton pad, douses it in micellar water, and begins to pat away at the last vestiges of foundation on Jungkook's face.

Under his fingertips, Jungkook is warm and breathing and beautiful. Lethargic, soft.

This is always Taehyung's favourite part after a party. Some nights, he enjoys this more than the event itself.

The party they just went to was meant as a celebration for the end of finals. Taehyung simply couldn't refuse when Jungkook dragged him to one, hands clasped together, even though they were bone-tired and sleep-deprived. And it was fun - parties with Jungkook are always fun.

It was a rush of shots and sticky beer spilt on the beer pong table, music right in his ear and Jungkook's body draped over his as they jumped and danced and tasted the bitter and sweet alcohol on each other's tongues.

But it ends. It always does, and there came the downtime. The slow patter of tipsy footsteps as they walked back to their apartment. The bathroom light too bright at first, but they got used to it.

And out came the micellar water from under the vanity. The cotton pads, too.

Jackets off, tight jeans off, and Taehyung's in sweatpants but Jungkook's just in his boxers and it pleases Taehyung to know that only he, in this moment — this 3AM moment that flows like warm, viscous honey over his tongue, between his teeth, spilling out of his lips and into the kiss he presses onto Jungkook's cheek, so sweet — only he knows about the Elmo boxers that Jungkook wears.

About the bruise on his thigh and the mole on his hip.

Just as Taehyung starts on the eyeshadow, Jungkook pipes up, voice tired and slurred and on the verge of cracking, "Taehyungie hyung, you remind me of water."

Taehyung wants to keep that voice in a locket like a strand of hair. Let it hang right next to his beating heart.

"Hm?" "Well, you know," Jungkook starts. And, no, Taehyung doesn't know, but he nods anyway. His love says, "Everything you do is overflowing. Like— it— it just flows out from you in waves. Your touch and your kisses and your words. It washes over me."

"What does?"

"Love."

Taehyung pauses. Jungkook's eyes are closed. Taehyung has a cotton pad pressed over one eye, soaking up all the eyeshadow.

Even without his gaze, Taehyung can feel the sincerity of Jungkook's words. It's in the pitch — low and rough, the product of his sleepy, serious thoughts.

It's in the breathiness, and the quietness, like it's some secret that only the two of them should know. But it's not really a secret, is it?

Everyone can see Taehyung's love for Jungkook. He doesn't hide it. Displays it proudly for the world to see — their kisses, their hugs, their laughter like streams of water rushing out, a flood, and for every last droplet squeezed out of their smiling lips, there's a billion, trillion, infinite number of atoms of adoration and fondness held tenderly inside.

"That's why I remind you of water?"

"There's more."

Taehyung lifts the cotton pad from Jungkook's eye. Most of the eyeshadow is gone, but it's going to take a little more time.

Jungkook shifts, and his movements are slow and heavy and it's undoubtedly because of his intoxication seeping away.

"Once, when I went to some fancy place with my parents— I was small. Really small, and I don't have any other memories from that age except this. And, anyway, this one time we went to a really fancy hotel," Jungkook mumbles.

Taehyung gets back to cleaning him up. "Mhm."

"And there was this fountain in the foyer. Big and cool and I couldn't take my eyes off it. In the middle, there was this angel, and the water was flowing all around it, and I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world."

"The angel?"

"No. The fountain. All of it."

"But wasn't the angel the coolest thing?"

"No. The angel was the cherry on top. But I liked the water flowing out of the fountain, I liked the pool underneath, I liked the coolness of the water, and there was a gold railing around the edge of the fountain so people won't y'know, fall into it."

Taehyung finishes removing the eyeshadow from one eye and moves on to the other. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. And this railing was gold and shiny, but some parts were dulled. They were bronze. And when I asked my mom why, she said it was because so many people touched the gold railing that all the gold faded away in those areas. Turned it bronze."

"I'm like the gold railing?"

"No— Well, yes. But no." Jungkook laughs softly, nose scrunching. "Hyung, listen."

"Okay, okay. Sorry, baby."

"You're the whole fountain to me. You're the pretty angel on top — all your good, your smiles and happy moments. You're the water underneath and the mechanisms inside; all the things you don't show to everyone, but I've seen them. I've touched the cold waters that you hide, your sadness and insecurities and I love them. I love you because of them."

"And the part about the gold railing?"

"So many people have loved you. You've had a million people in your lives, but I'm the one who loves you the most. Me."

"You?"

Jungkook nods. "Me. I want you to turn bronze because of me. Just me. And you'll be golden for everyone else."

"Now, isn't that a little possessive, baby?" Taehyung uses his free hand to tap Jungkook on the chin. Jungkook's lips quirk up into a small smile, and Taehyung's heart shakes.

"Maybe," Jungkook mumbles.

"And isn't bronze less beautiful than gold?"

"No. No, hyung. Bronze is beautiful in its own way. It means you've been loved well and dearly, and I want you to be loved. So much. I want to do the loving. I want to love you forever, like I do now."

Beautiful. Jungkook is beautiful, and his sleepy words mirror his gentle soul.

Taehyung feels his breath stutter with every word that kisses Jungkook's lips because — god, dear god, how could someone store so much love in one body?

How could someone warm him to the core so unbelievably tenderly, with whispered words at 3AM and messy hair, with pouty lips and eyes closed and makeup smudged?

Taehyung's voice trembles when he whispers, "I want you to love me forever too."

"I will," Jungkook promises. So full on conviction, like he knows he will.

"And I'll love you until forever and a day, and to the lifetimes after that," Taehyung murmurs.

"Babe, don't one-up me like that," Jungkook whines, then says, "I want to love you until eternity ends and the next universe begins, and I'll love you in every universe that exists."

"Well, how did I ever get the privilege of having you as the one who loves me the most?" Taehyung asks. Soft, amused but it's a genuine question.

He still wonders how he got someone like Jungkook — gentle and caring and poetic (especially when he's sleepy) — to love him so much.

"Because you're you and I'm me," Jungkook says.

"And that’s enough?"

“More than enough.”

Taehyung finishes cleaning the last blurs of eyeshadow on Jungkook's eye. He pats Jungkook's cheek to let him know, but Jungkook reaches up to grab his wrist instead, fingers curling around his skin, and he turns his head to press a sweet kiss to Taehyung's wrist.

Jungkook opens his bleary eyes and, lips still brushing against Taehyung's skin, he whispers, "I love you."

Taehyung swipes his thumb along Jungkook's cheek, tender. "I love you too."

Jungkook yawns and says, "sleep?"

Taehyung nods. "You go ahead. I still need to clean up."

Jungkook frowns. "I'll do it."

"Baby, you're tired. Sleep. I'll be in soon."

"No, hyung. You cleaned me up. I want to do the same for you."

Stubborn. Jungkook is stubborn and determined, but his movements are clumsy and he almost pokes Taehyung in the eye when he wipes off Taehyung's eyeliner.

3AM: micellar water, cotton pads, tongue poking out the corner of his lips, and Jungkook is always so, so beautiful.

The morning is blurry and dark outside, the horizon on the verge of breaking out from the ocean it's trapped under, when they wash their faces.

The cleanser foaming up, hands grabbing for the same towel, and Taehyung giggles when their heads butt together in their chaos.

Then, they're off to bed.

The booming bass and sticky alcohol slips away down the drain, and the stars wash the night sky in lights.

But under the sheets, it smells like vanilla softener and the lavender shampoo that Jungkook uses, and Jungkook is in Taehyung's arms.

Their love comes in like a tidal wave, and Taehyung...

"Goodnight, baby," He whispers.

Jungkook mumbles something incoherent ("sing for me?"), eyes squeezed shut. Still, he manages to tip his head forward and smush his lips to Taehyung's collar in a sleepy, lingering kiss.

Love like a tidal wave, stars like the sea, the tap drips in the bathroom and Taehyung takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, holds Jungkook tighter through the night.

Softly he sings, "Twinkle twinkle, my little star..."

Jungkook melts into him a little more, breaths deepening.

"How I wonder what you are..."

Taehyung dives head first into their love like he always does. Lungs burning, body suspended in warmth.

"Up above the world so high..."

He falls asleep when the first droplets of golden sunlight trickle through the window.

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[sincerelyxnini]

baking! ♡

thinking about a #taekookau where taehyung loves to bake, but his best friend, jungkook, isn't such a fan.

still, when taehyung craves warm pastries and sweet delights, jungkook is there with flour in his hair and a whisk in hand, oven pre-heated and a recipe ready on his phone.

just imagine jungkook dreading all the cleaning up they're going to have to do because of the mess, and he's never been patient but baking requires careful precision and lots of waiting (too much waiting), and he can never seem to get it right.

but then there's taehyung with all his measuring cups and reusable piping bags and kitchen timers. two aprons in the drawers, and his pantry filled with flour and yeast and constarch and baking powder and strawberry jam.

he's always just one apple pie away from happiness.

and jungkook is always a little too harsh with everything. a little brash and rough around the edges with restless impatience, but taehyung loves how he tries.

loves how he's there in the kitchen with every new baking recipe that taehyung finds, apron around his waist.

loves how jungkook is there with tattooed hands kneading dough that's too soft for the callouses on his palms, sifting flour with so much force that it goes everywhere, and taehyung loves to do things slowly and carefully, but he loves jungkook's way of doing things more.

loves it when jungkook lets him tie up the curly bangs hanging over his forehead into a small bun at the back of his head.

loves how jungkook smudges flour on taehyung's cheek with a teasing grin and how he cracks the eggs too hard.

taehyung loves all the rough edges and the harshness, and when he looks at jungkook, he sees a boy that's faced the harshness of the world head-on and it's shaped him into someone with hands too strong for the soft crust of a lemon tart.

taehyung would guide jungkook's hands, fingers brushing over each other, and he'd tell jungkook "one cup of flour" in a soft voice.

watch with warm eyes and a melting heart when jungkook takes 5 minutes scooping out 1 cup to perfection, because he's /trying/.

jungkook is all jagged edges and explosions of flour, sugar spilling on the counter and eggshells suspended in the batter and taehyung loves him.

loves him so, so much and with every bite of the choc chip muffins that jungkook helped him bake, he loves even harder.

this type of love spills out out from taehyung's steady hands, overflowing. a warm, steady rush of adoration & affection & love. love like freshly-baked macarons & cream puffs & rough edges & harsh hands being gentle.

taehyung loves him.

(if only he could tell jungkook.)

—

if this were a whole fic it would be best friends to lovers, pining, they're both soft for each other, jungkook being a mess in the kitchen, taehyung cleaning up after him with a fond smile, jungkook having a hard past, taehyung being there to help him cope with it, fluff ☁️🍰

but like. imagine taehyung being so distracted while giving recipe instructions that he says, "babe, can you crack two eggs into the bowl please?"

and jungkook gets SO FLUSTERED by the nickname that he chokes on his spit, accidentally crushes the eggs in his hands, knocks over the milk, and almost falls into the pantry.

he gets back up, egg-yolk sticky hands in the air with a quiet, "oh fu— uh. ah, shit. sorry. im sorry."

and taehyung, absolutely /mortified/ that he called Jungkook "babe" just watches half shock and half in adoration and fondness.

(from that day on, taehyung calls him cute nicknames like "darling" and "sweetheart" just to see him blush and stutter and drop everything.)

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soccer captain jk x best friend tae ♡

#taekookau;

Taehyung knows he shouldn't. He's nothing but the dorky best friend who follows Jeongguk around, & Jeongguk is everything: soccer captain, popular. Golden boy.

But when Jeongguk asks him, eyes wide, "Come with me to the snow trip?"

How could Taehyung ever refuse?

---

If Taehyung had to guess, he would say that it all started long ago.

A time when all he cared about was the newest episode of Teen Titans and the 1 page of math homework his teacher gave him, stuffed and crumpled at the bottom of his superhero school bag.

It started off on a Monday. The type of Monday to crunch under the heel of Taehyung's shoes. A crunch, made by a toy sports car gone off course and right in his path — and a cry.

The park that Taehyung's mother had taken him to was suddenly filled with loud, shrieking cries.

It was from a little boy, obviously quite younger than Taehyung. And Taehyung might be a small boy, just 5 years old, but the boy with the snotty red-tipped nose and watery eyes and noisy wails was a lot, lot smaller.

They were at the playground, Taehyung's mother on the bench at the other side, and the boy just kept crying, crying, crying.

Panicked, Taehyung picked up the little car and brought it over to him.

"Here." Taehyung shoved the toy into the little boy's hands. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please stop crying."

The boy did not stop sobbing.

He didn't know what to do. He was only a small boy, barely able to count his own age on his own hand but, well, this smaller boy was crying and it was because of Taehyung and Taehyung's mother is too far away, and he didn't know where this boy's parents are and he's still crying.

Shoving the car into the little boy's hands again and again didn't seem to work, neither did the magic words of "I'm sorry."

But when Taehyung offered the lollipop his mother bought for him at the grocery store close to their home, the little boy eagerly took it and stifled his sobs and sniffles around the sweet candy.

Still shaken up, Taehyung quietly said, "Hello, I'm Taehyung."

The little boy did not respond. Just continued to suckle on the lollipop until the tears dried on his face, and Taehyung still felt bad for making him cry, so he stayed with the little boy until his whimpers died down and his eyes stopped looking so wet.

It wasn't until the little boy's mother came rushing over with a distressed, "Jeongguk!" that Taehyung finally found the name of the little boy.

Jeongguk.

And as Taehyung told Jeongguk's mother the story of what happened ("I didn't mean to stepped on his car, I promise! I said sorry. I'm sorry. I really am."), Jeongguk found the time to finish the lollipop and pick the car up with his sticky sweet hands.

With his face still blotchy and a drop of snot still dripping out of his nose, he'd pressed the car back into Taehyung's hands.

"What?" Taehyung asked him, confused.

But Jeongguk just grinned and made a noise with his lips, spit flying everywhere.

"Was that meant to be a car?"

Jeongguk nodded eagerly. Pressed the car against Taehyung's hands with chubby fingers again.

"You want me to play with you?"

All Jeongguk gave was an enthusiastic squeak, a little bounce on his feet, a puffy smile, and Taehyung was hooked.

That was the start of their story — a toy car, a park, a lollipop. And lots of crying.

Even to this day, Taehyung thinks he's still hooked. Never got out of the 'Jeongguk is so adorable and I need to see him happy' phase.

There's a million fish in the sea and Jeonggu's thrown a line right at him — hook, line, sinker, and now he's snagged Taehyung's heart.

It's dramatic — very, very dramatic — but maybe that metaphor has some truth to it, Taehyung thinks. Because everywhere Jeongguk goes, Taehyung feels a tug in his heart telling him to follow along.

To walk wherever Jeongguk walks, play wherever Jeongguk wants to play.

And Taehyung's never complained, not really. Jeongguk has this magical ability to keep everyone captivated, to keep them pliant and malleable under his warm, calloused hands.

Taehyung doesn't think Jeongguk does it on purpose. No. He just has a natural, irresistible charm.

It's probably why — even though Jeongguk was quiet in middle school and high school — as soon as he found the courage to talk in college, he bloomed.

Grew so popular so quickly that Taehyung had little time to adapt to having to share his favourite person with everyone else.

All it took was one soccer try-out, one dance club, a whole bunch of talkative people, and one of Jeongguk's smiles.

Once he got accepted into the soccer team and dance club, started being invited to parties, the name "Jeon Jeongguk" spread quicker than wildfire.

But because he's such a sweetheart, and he's so unbelievably caring, he never left Taehyung behind in the dust.

Not even when Taehyung only kept to himself, his few close friends, maybe talked casually to the acquaintances he knows. Not even when Jeongguk had people throwing themselves at him, not even when the team won the college championships in his first year because their striker, Jeon Jeongguk, was flawless.

Taehyung is brought out of his thoughts by a sharp flick to the forehead. "Ow!"

"Hyung!" Jeongguk leans over the back of the couch, face hovering above Taehyung's. He's grinning, eyes crinkling up.

How cute.

Taehyung's heart warms at the sight as his forehead burns with pain.

He might as well be melting into the couch from how soft the cushions are. Jeongguk's couch is amazing, it feels like a cloud shaped just for him.

Or maybe Taehyung's just laid in it enough times to make an imprint of his body.

(Jeongguk's couch is his third home. His second home is his apartment.

His first home, the home he's known for most of his life and loves with all his heart, is Jeongguk himself).

Jeongguk reaches down and pushes Taehyung's hand away. His own fingers brush against Taehyung's forehead gently — first, brushing his hair away, then the reddened skin — before murmuring, "oh, I'm sorry."

"'S fine. What's up?"

"Have you seen my varsity jacket?"

"In the far left corner of your room, next to the Iron Man 3 figurine and under the Thrasher hoodie I gave you for your 19th."

Jeongguk lights up and gives Taehyung's forehead one last gentle brush. "Thanks!"

Then, he's off, ambling towards his room with obvious excitement.

Taehyung sighs and settles back into the couch. A minute or two later, his forehead doesn't hurt anymore, but there's a phantom ache created by the loss of Jeongguk's fingers brushing against it.

Wow, he misses Jeongguk already.

In the direction of Jeongguk's bedroom comes a big muffled thump erupts, followed by a crash, a yell with a voice crack in the middle, and Taehyung would be worried only if Jeongguk didn't exclaim "found it, hyung! Hell to the yeah." a moment later.

Then, heavy footsteps come running out from the room and towards him.

Jeongguk is by the couch a moment later, leaning so far over it that Taehyung's afraid he's going to fall and crush Taehyung with his muscly, toned, hot, dreamy, beautiful, amazing, glorious, mouthwatering—

Taehyung clears his throat and immediately restarts that thought process:

Jeongguk leans so far over the couch that Taehyung is afraid he'll fall over and crush Taehyung with his own muscly, toned, beautiful body.

(He hopes that Jeongguk doesn't see the flush on his face).

(Although, Taehyung really wouldn't mind if Jeongguk decided to tip over the couch and crush him with his beautiful, inked-up, healthy, lickable, kissable body).

Jeongguk still hasn't changed clothes, still in his oversized sweatshirt and basketball shorts, hair a clumpy mess on his head and Taehyung thinks he's so beautiful. He's fit for a ball, a meeting with every royal family...

A wedding (hopefully theirs)—

And even now, as Jeongguk gets ready for another soccer after party (his team won against a friendly competition with the neighbouring college and — well, of course they would win. Jeongguk trained them well), he never fails to consider Taehyung.

"You sure you don't wanna come?"

Taehyung clicks his tongue. "No, Jeongguk. You know I hate parties."

"Liar. You love them."

"Okay. Okay, I do. I just don't like your soccer ones. Everyone smells like Axe body spray and it makes me dizzy. Plus, you guys always talk about sports and I don't get half of it."

Jeongguk sighs. "I tried."

Taehyung snorts. "Go get changed, Jeongguk."

As Jeongguk leaves with sad puppy eyes, Taehyung settles more into the couch and adamantly tries to ignore the pang in his heart. Jeongguk knows the pitiful puppy eyes makes Taehyung sad.

It's why he did them. And they work. They always work. But Taehyung's gotten a little better at controlling his reactions.

So, he just turns on the TV, opens up Netflix, and readies himself for a night of romcoms, ice-cream, and nacho stains on his (Jeongguk's) sweatshirt.

Taehyung bites his tongue hard when Jeongguk comes back out of his room looking so fucking hot in leather pants and a varsity jacket, silk shirt underneath unbuttoned far too low on his chest.

His hair is styled back, piercings all in, and dear god he looks too good.

Taehyung can't help it. He stares. His best friend looks so tantalisingly beautiful that Taehyung just wants to take Jeongguk's face in his hands and keep him here and kiss him silly all night long.

But he can't, and he's scared to try.

Jeongguk's never shown any interest in him romantically, and Taehyung knows Jeongguk is way out of his league anyway.

It's been a lost cause from the very beginning. Taehyung's been so lost for Jeongguk from the very beginning, from the Monday when they first met.

Luckily, Jeongguk's on his phone texting this and that about something, and doesn't notice Taehyung's blatant staring.

It's not until Jeongguk chirps a, "goodbye, hyung! Stay as long as you want. May or may not be back tonight. You know how it is."

"Yeah, yeah." Taehyung waves a hand dismissively in the air, ignoring the pang in his chest. "Just go already. Go have wild, raunchy sex. I need to be thoroughly re-acquainted with your Netflix account."

Jeongguk laughs. "See you."

Then, he leaves. The front door shuts quietly a moment later.

Taehyung waits a minute, another, and then he falls back onto the couch. Blowing a long breath out, he reaches a hand up and rubs at his chest, right over where his heart lies.

Taehyung lied. He doesn't not like soccer parties. He likes every party, really. As long as it has booze and music, he's happy.

The real reason why he always refuses Jeongguk's invitations to these parties is because he can't stand seeing Jeongguk flirt with someone else.

He learned his lesson the first time. The first time Jeongguk invited him to a soccer party, Taehyung saw a side of his childhood best friend that he'd never seen before — flirty and cocky and acting as popular as he is.

Taehyung had seen him give hickeys out like coupons, had seen him chug beer and drunkenly make out with some nameless girl, sweat clinging to his forehead, his neck, his lips, dripping from his hair, and Taehyung had felt sick.

So never again. Since then, he'd made a promise that he'd never go to another party with Jeongguk again.

A little extreme, but Taehyung finds that it makes his feelings a little easier to bear. On the nights that Jeongguk comes back to his apartment, Taehyung can relax.

Even if Jeongguk comes home smelling like beer and other people's cologne, at least he came home.

On the nights that he doesn't...

On those nights, Taehyung has to turn up the Netflix volume as high as he can go without getting a noise complaint, if only to drown his thoughts. He likes to think that Jeongguk doesn't come home on those nights because he got black-out wasted, and one of his friends offered a room to let him sleep in. Just a simple, innocent reason the believe in.

In reality, Taehyung knows. Knows that that's not what happens. Jeongguk is popular and hot and young. Parties mean drunken decisions, and sex can be a very tempting one.

So, Taehyung just curls up on Jeongguk's couch, plays How To Train Your Dragon again, and hopes that Jeongguk's drunken stumbles make their way home in the all-too-silent threads of time between 2AM and slow shatter of Taehyung's heart.

(He always likes to stay at Jeongguk's apartment when he knows Jeongguk is going to a party. Makes the excuse that he'd like to make sure Jeongguk doesn't vomit all over his carpet if he does come home, and Jeongguk accepts his flimsy excuse all too easily.)

That night, Jeongguk doesn't come home. Taehyung watches the whole trilogy, puts on one of Jeongguk's sweaters, and curls up on the couch, falling asleep while waiting for him.

Waiting and cursing his stupid, stupid, stupid heart for falling in love with his best friend.

---

"Have you made a decision yet?"

Taehyung takes his sweet, sweet time munching on the waffle in his mouth. Sticky sweet maple syrup coats his tongue and he laments its loss as he swallows it all down, smacking his lips, before answering, "No."

Jeongguk glares. "Hyung."

"Look, Jeongguk, I'm just not sure, okay?" Taehyung dives in for another waffle-filled bite, muttering, "why do you even want me to come along, anyway?"

"Because you're my best friend." Jeongguk scoffs. "Is that even a question?"

Best friend. Taehyung wishes he could be something more.

He makes a sad, incoherent around his mouthful of waffle.

Jeongguk, leaning against the kitchen bench, sighs, pulls his sleeve over his fingers, and reaches forward to wipe a drop of maple syrup from the corner of Taehyung's lips. "Wanna say that again?"

Taehyung tries not to choke on his food, face suddenly feeling hot as he draws back. Slowly, so as not to alarm Jeongguk. "Uh— Just wanted to ask about Jeonghan."

"Jeonghan?" Jeongguk cocks his head to the side, eyes narrowing in thought. "Who...?"

"Your date from last Friday."

"Ah." Jeongguk nods slowly, the name clicking in his mind. "Yeah, no. He laughed too loudly at everything I said. I wasn't joking when I talked about my dog dying, but he laughed anyway."

Taehyung winces. "Sheesh."

"Yeah, so. Definitely not asking him to come along."

Taehyung is slowly running out of waffle to distract himself with. "What a dick."

"Mhm. And you're diverting the conversation."

Taehyung just laughs nervously and shoves another forkful of waffle in his mouth.

It's been a few days since the soccer party and they both had an Overwatch late-night self-care binge last night.

Hence, Taehyung is currently shoving waffles in his mouth like there's no tomorrow in Jeongguk's tiny kitchen, and Jeongguk looks unbelievably good straight out of the shower. Hair damp, curling up around his nape, face freshly moisturised. Glowing.

Taehyung's always been the hungrier out of them during breakfast. Jeongguk's appetite comes at lunch time, but Jeongguk still woke up early anyway to make Taehyung waffles.

Probably as a bribe to get Taehyung to give his answer. His answer about—

"The snow trip, hyung," Jeongguk almost whines. "It's getting closer, and I need you to be my plus one."

"Jeongguk."

"Taehyung."

Taehyung sighs, closes his eyes, and throws his head back with a dramatic groan. Jeongguk's been relentless about this, and Taehyung really doesn't wanna go, but he's always been horrendously bad at saying no to Jeongguk.

The snow trip is an all-expenses paid vacation trip, organised by the University itself as a prize to the most successful sports team.

Since Jeongguk's team has been hitting win after win this whole year under Jeongguk's captainship, the soccer team gets it.

Each member goes on a trip to the snow for two weeks, and they get to bring one person along.

Jeongguk wants Taehyung to come.

Taehyung doesn't want to come, because the snow trip is infamous for hook-ups and one-night stands and raunchy parties and, well, he doesn't really do well when the lethal combination of alcohol, Jeongguk, and bad decisions are around. And Taehyung doesn't know how to do any snow sports.

He'd rather not give Jeongguk another potential reason to see him as someone clumsy and utterly useless at sports, at everything.

"It'll be fun, I promise." Jeongguk comes closer, grabbing the sleeve of Taehyung's shirt and tugging on it. "I won't leave you alone."

"Jeongguk..."

"And I want to introduce you to all of my friends. I want you to meet them. Please?"

Taehyung gnaws on his lip. "Gguk..."

"I don't want to go without you. I really, really don't," Jeongguk insists. "And I'm not saying this just to guilt-trip you, and it's true, but I'd rather not go if you're not going with me."

Taehyung jolts, eyes wide. "Jeongguk, no—"

"It's true. It's you, or I don't go."

Taehyung's mouth drops open. "You're so unfair."

Jeongguk drops his sleeve, eyebrows furrowing as he uses both hands to cup Taehyung's face, squishing his cheeks together and saying, "Come." Squish. Un-squish. "With." Squish. "Me." Un-squish.

Taehyung bats his hands away.

He tries to pretend that the feeling of Jeongguk's palm on his skin isn't lingering, like he hasn't seared an invisible burn on Taehyung's face.

Taehyung glares at Jeongguk with no venom, but he has to think about this. He can't let Jeongguk miss the snow trip.

The captain of the soccer team missing his own team's once-in-a-lifetime exclusive trip? Unbelievable. That would be blasphemy.

And Taehyung believes Jeongguk. He really would stay behind if Taehyung didn't tag along. He's stubborn like that. So sweet like that.

Taehyung knows he shouldn't. He's nothing but the dorky best friend who follows Jeongguk around, & Jeongguk is everything: soccer captain, popular. Golden boy.

But when Jeongguk asks him, eyes wide, "Come with me to the snow trip?"

How could Taehyung ever refuse?

Because here's the thing: Jeongguk is cool, Jeongguk's friends are cool, Taehyung is not. He doesn't want to bring down Jeongguk's social status by being... himself. He's scared of being judged and thought of as not worthy to be The Jeon Jeongguk's best friend.

He's scared of going on this trip and seeing Jeongguk flirt with other people while his own heart aches for him, scared of falling even more because he does — he falls more with every moment he and Jeongguk are together.

Even now, he's falling. Always, always for Jeongguk.

But Jeongguk is looking at him with those eyes. The same eyes that five-year-old Taehyung couldn't refuse, the same eyes that Taehyung has always loved, one way or another.

And he's always been so horribly bad at saying no.

"Fine," Taehyung relents, shoulders dropping. A surrender. "Fine, Jeongguk. I'll come along."

Jeongguk whoops, punching the air, and here comes his little bounces — a trait he's never seemed to get rid of. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you so much, hyung! Hell to the yeah."

"Yeah, you better be thankful," Taehyung grumbles. He has one bite of waffle left, but it looks cold and soggy and drowned in maple syrup. He pushes the plate away.

Jeongguk grabs his shoulders and shakes him, muscles straining as he moves Taehyung easily. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. "This is going to be so fun!"

"Sure it is," Taehyung sighs. "Sure."

And Taehyung may act unhappy, may grumble and whine all morning, but he's fine. Really, he's fine. Because Jeongguk smiled that sweet smile of his, eyes happy and bright and excited, and it's because of Taehyung.

Not the snow trip.

Taehyung.

And Taehyung can't really be sad, not when Jeongguk looks like that. Not when he's so happy like that.

God, he's weak. So, so weak for Jeongguk that it hurts, and he smiles and plays along with Jeongguk's excitement after a while like his heart isn't burning inside his chest.

That day, when Taehyung goes back to his apartment, he flops onto his bed face down and lets out a long, drawn-out, agonised groan. Why did he do that? He shouldn't have done that.

Then, his phone pings, and it's a message from Jeongguk. It's a selfie with a suitcase open and clothes thrown all over this room, captioned, I'm packing already! I'm so excited 🤪.

Taehyung holds the photo close to his chest and he can't contain all the feelings — Jeongguk is so endearing when he's excited, and he's so cute, and Taehyung loves him, and his heart is about to burst with adoration.

Taehyung rolls around on the bed wildly, feet kicking in the air, and when Jeongguk sends him another selca with a pair of Iron Man boxers on his head and Taehyung's old Pokemon shirt as a necklace, he almost sobs and rolls again and—

Falls onto the floor.

Ass aching, heart cracking, phone filled with photos of Jeon Jeongguk, Taehyung sighs.

He guesses he should start getting ready for the snow trip. And start finding ways to tamper down his own feelings for his best friend.

This is going to be so fun.

Taehyung wants to cry.

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come talk to me on my retrospring about this!

and here's the link to the full fic based off this drabble on ao3~

[callicoversy]

Calli's Midnight Library

Hi! I recently made a carrd to keep all my works organized. You can access it by clicking below or on the title above.

So, when you access it I have added links to my social profiles and a little Bulletin Board to add different notices/messages.

The works are organized per category.

These are all the COMPLETED ones. They are perfectly clickable. (For the time the all link back to the AO3 versions. I might add their twitfic versions there later on.)

Next, you will find the CURRENTLY UPDATING fic/fics to make it easier to access. Also, I added the entire Canon Love Ruminations series there. Everything is completed.

I love that they look like book spines on a shelf. I blame my mind for this. It said make it EXTRA and I had to listen to it... 🥲

Also, there is an ONGOING and UPCOMING section so now you can find out what comes next.

Lastly, you will see a FIC RECS section where I will add my favorite works from other writers along with a little poster. I will add more soon.

So this is it. You can check it out if you like. I will add the rest of the AO3 works later on.

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Thank you for being part of my little universe! 💜 Love you all! Stay healthy and don't forget to smile!

[callicoversy]

25 Fics For 2025

This is my personal writing challenge for 2025! Prompts may change as time goes by but this has everything I want to write! If you wanna make one you can tag it with #25ficsfor25 on Twitter or here so we can see each other's progress!

Progress:

Racing Red (02/11/2022) ✅

[eallyrei]

|| ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ||

ᴡᴀᴛᴛʏ: 𝚜𝚃𝙰𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚢

(read note in the end)

𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"𝘉𝘳𝘰, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤.

𝘛𝘴𝘬! 𝘛𝘴𝘬! 𝘛𝘴𝘬! 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤." 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥.

𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥. "��𝘩𝘺?"

"𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘭. 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺." 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘐𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

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"𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨! 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?'

𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥.

"𝘋𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦!" 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥.

"𝘞𝘩𝘺? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥?" "𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘢. 𝘞𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦. 𝘐 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘈𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘢. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮?" 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

'𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩' 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥

𝘐 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘸. 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

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𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥.

"𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥?"

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥. "𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴."

"𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥... 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺."

"𝘕𝘰," 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

"𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵... 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵."

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘩... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦..."

𝘐 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳.

"𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵," 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥.

"𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵."

𝘔𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵.

"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐... 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦."

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮..."

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦... 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺... 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴... 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧... 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺." 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯.

"𝘞-𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺.

"𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦" 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯.

"𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦." 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨

"𝘖-𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘩! 𝘏-𝘩𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧..."

"𝘕𝘰," 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵.

"𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦."

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