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enha-doodles ยท 7 months ago
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ENHYPEN REACTION TO YOU FANGIRLING OVER SOME OTHER CELEBRITY | โœงโบใ€‚
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Pairing : (all members) x reader
Note : ksksksk writing something for enhypen after sooo long , felt good . The nostalgia is real but then i remember my cringey writing - so grateful I improved . I wanna write a yandere one next so plz send requests guys !!!
Warnings : not proofread , lame humour
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LEE HEESEUNG
Heeseung pouts dramatically as he watches you fangirl over the celebrity, feeling a surge of jealousy bubbling up inside him. "What about me?" he whines, his voice taking on an adorable whiny tone, complete with puppy-dog eyes that could melt even the coldest heart. With shiny sparkling eyes, he attempts to rotate your attention back to him, pulling you into a tight hug and peppering your face with playful kisses, all in a bid to reclaim his status as your number one fan.
PARK JONGSENG
Jay can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance as he watches you fangirl over the celebrity, but he's determined to keep it lighthearted. Hugging you tightly, he rolls his eyes with exaggerated flair, muttering under his breath about the celebrity's questionable talent. "He's not even that good," he grumbles, though his playful smirk betrays his true feelings. "But he kinda looks like me, right?" With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he pulls you closer, stealing a quick kiss before diving into his own hilarious imitation of the celebrity's signature moves.
SIM JAYEUN
Jake grins from ear to ear as he watches you fangirl over the celebrity, thrilled to have found a fellow fan in you. "Oh yeah, you have that album? Well, too bad I have the signed one!" he boasts, flashing you a cheeky grin. With an air of playful competition, he launches into a spirited debate about who the bigger fan is, all in good fun. "You may have met him once, but I once waited in line for six hours just to catch a glimpse of him from afar!" he declares proudly, earning a playful eye-roll from you in response.
PARK SUNGHOON
Sunghoon can't resist teasing you mercilessly as he watches you fangirl over the celebrity, reveling in your adorable excitement. "Looks like there's competition for me," he quips with a smug grin, though there's a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. With exaggerated arrogance, he strikes a series of ridiculous poses, parodying the celebrity's trademark moves in a bid to steal back your attention. "Who needs him when you've got me, right?" he says with a playful wink, pulling you into a goofy dance that leaves you both doubled over with laughter.
KIM SUNOO
Sunoo adopts a sassy demeanor as he observes your fangirling, determined not to let the celebrity steal your attention away from him. "Okay, but have you seen how cute I am?" he jokes, his eyes sparkling with mischief. With a playful toss of his hair, he launches into a hilarious impression of the celebrity, complete with exaggerated gestures and an over-the-top accent that leaves you giggling uncontrollably. "I may not have millions of followers, but I've got charm for days!" he declares proudly, flashing you a dazzling smile that melts your heart on the spot.
YANG JUNGWON
Jungwon laughs good-naturedly at your fangirling, though he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy deep down. "Looks like you've found a new crush," he chuckles, though there's a hint of wistfulness in his tone. With a playful wink, he pulls you into a tight hug, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek saying "but it'll always be me right?" to remind you that he's the only celebrity you need in your life.
NISHIMURA NI-KI
Ni-Ki's jealousy reaches peak levels as he watches you fangirl over the celebrity, his playful demeanor giving way to a hilarious mix of envy and frustration. "Ugh, he's so smug. I hate him," he mutters under his breath, his annoyance palpable. "Why are you even looking at him? Have you seen his hairstyle? That was me back in my school days." (as if bro ever went to school๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€) With an exaggerated eye-roll, he launches into a comedic rant about the celebrity's questionable fashion choices, determined to prove once and for all that he's the only one worthy of your admiration.
ใ€‚ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โœงใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€โบใ€€ ใ€€ ใ€€ใ€‚
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enhadiares ยท 7 months ago
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โ€œGAME OVERโ€
Chapter 1 | Let the game begin
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๐Ÿ‘พA/N: I AM FINALLY STARTING A SERIES! It's very exciting but since it's my first time after my hiatus so I hope you guys like it!
๐Ÿ‘พPairing: enha x fem!reader
๐Ÿ‘พWarning: This is all fictional!
๐Ÿ‘พSynopsis: Bound within the confines of a virtual realm, a group of friends must decipher its mysteries to secure their freedom. Amidst the labyrinth of challenges, they encounter a formidable adversary - a lurking shadow who controls their fate. As alliances fracture and betrayals unfold, they must confront not only the puzzles of the game but also the sinister presence that seeks to keep them imprisoned. Only by overcoming both external threats and internal conflicts can they hope to break free from the shadows within the game
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A new dawn breaks in one of the bustling state of the United States, with the sun casting its usual bright rays, offering a glimmer of hope to some for a better day ahead.
Amidst it, boredom creeps in, despite the anticipation of summer vacations being fun and exhilarating, right?
Well, not for you.
The shrill ring of your black device snaps you out of your reverie, prompting you to answer.
"Look who's on the line! It's the white sheep!" you exclaim upon picking up the call.
"Why the crankiness, woman? I called because we're considering checking out the new arcade that recently opened" Jungwon, the young man, explains.
"A new arcade? Count me in!" you reply eagerly, rising from your seat with excitement finally brewing. You've always adored arcades and never shy away from expressing it.
"Alright, my lady, come over to my place at 5, and we'll head out together" he chuckles at your enthusiasm.
"Sure thing, Mr. Sheep Garden" you retort playfully before hanging up. You flop onto your bed, letting out a scream into your pillow while kicking your feet in the air.
Now, that's what a vacation should feel like.
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The following day dawns, and you wake up a bit later than usual due to the excitement from the previous night hindering your sleep.
After completing your morning routine in the bathroom, you emerge in a robe, pondering over what to wear.
After much deliberation, you settle on a stunning Y2K fashion ensemble.
Once dressed, you gaze at your reflection in the mirror, feeling thoroughly satisfied with the result.
Hailing an Uber, you head to Jungwon's house as planned, the journey taking approximately 15 minutes.
Upon arriving at the house, you press the doorbell, and a familiar face greets you with a beaming smile.
"She's here, guys!!" he announces excitedly, his happiness infectious.
"Didn't expect such a warm welcome! You're like a ray of sunshine, so bright" you remark, sharing in his enthusiasm.
This is Sunoo, the embodiment of cheerfulness within the group. His actions are naturally endearing, and his voice resonates like that of an angel.
"Hey, what's the hold-up? Let her in first" another voice interjects, followed by a playful tap on Sunoo's head.
It's Jay, the nurturing figure of the group, known for his caring nature and impeccable sense of style. Though he plays the role of the group's guardian, his fashion choices exude sophistication and elegance, earning him admiration from all.
With a smile, you step into the house, unaware of the lurking presence in the shadows nearby.
Inside, the rest of the group awaits, each offering their own unique greeting as you enter.
Jake bounds toward you like an excited puppy, his invisible tail wagging with joy as he envelops you in a tight hug.
"Calm down, Layla's dad" you giggle, reciprocating his affection.
Sunghoon follows with a firm handshake, his demeanor as cool as ice, a nod to his past figure skating exploits , but he doesn't lack warmth nor humour.
"Oh yes, Mr. Icy" you wink, returning his handshake with equal firmness.
"Look here comes the sheep" you proclaim with a hint of sass as Jungwon greets you with a lively laugh, his playful demeanor belying his natural leadership qualities.
"Call me something cool, woman, 'sheep' sounds so childish" he teases, adding to the playful banter.
Next is Niki, the youngest of the group, greeting you with a wide smile and a brotherly hug. "Yessir," you both exclaim simultaneously, sharing a bond forged in mischief and camaraderie.
Finally, Heeseung, the group's ace, joins in, his mastery evident in everything he does.
"What are you waiting for, Bambi boy?" you jest, opening your arms for a hug, which he accepts with a smile.
As the group settles in, a figure emerges from the bushes outside, a smirk playing across their lips.
"All the players are assembled," they declare with a hint of mischief.
And with that, the stage is set.
Let the game begin.
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tinyenha ยท 1 year ago
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Trailer: Who are they?
"Father?" A sweet girl called her father who busy searching for something in the old vintage book that he owned. Her father looked at his daughter and patted her head. "Yes dear, you need something?"
She seems hesitant to ask at first but since she's curious and has felt uncomfortable these past few days, she decided to ask her father. "I saw someone come to our home a few days ago. I wonder who they are, father. By looking at their clothes, they're different from us..." He chuckled and at the same time worried that his daughter felt scared of the mysterious visitors that had approached him recently.
"Don't worry dear, that's my customer... Like usual" He smiled and tried to assure his daughter. She knows her father well. She tried to understand her father even though his answer didn't satisfy her. "Alright... If you said so..."
Why father seem hesitant to answer my question? I don't think they're normal humans like us... The dark aura surrounds them, I can feel it.
Her father holds his daughter's hand gently. "I know what you're thinking dear. Don't think much about it, okay? They just come and request me the new set of mannequins for their dressing room to display their clothes." She sighed and stared at her father's eyes.
I don't think that's all, Father... I think they have their other intentions and use you to fulfill their desire. How I wish I could read their mind, to protect you from them...
She always trusts her father more than anything because she loves her father so much. After her mother's death, she only has her father as her companion. He rarely spends time with her but she didn't mind. She understands that her father works to give the best for her daughter.
Her father works as a mannequin maker, and many people especially royalty request him to make a bunch of them to use as a display for their dresses. Her father's work also involves dark magic and she doesn't even know that her father can do it.
These mysterious customers somehow spread danger silently without their knowing...
The story is inspired by the horror games called "Mad Father" and "Dark Deception", the storyline in this series has a similar vibe but with additional parts that make the series even darker and twist.
Coming Soon...
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Taglist: OPEN!
From author:
Hello! Nice to meet you guys! You may call me Minnie ๐Ÿญ This is my very first fanfic series that has been kept in mind and try to consider if the ideas are okay to share or not. Feel free to leave an idea, suggestion or taglist request to my ask ๐Ÿค
Don't worry, I'm in legal age to write this kind of story. I hope minors dni with this series as this series is full of nsfw. I will do sfw story and take request soon once I'm ready.
Anyways, I hope you guys like the trailer and the way I write the story so far. More to come soon, please wait for it!
(oใƒปฯ‰ใƒปo)โœจ๏ธ
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soireegurl ยท 7 months ago
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Chapter 3
PSH x reader (feat.YJW)
Synopsis:
Your childhood friend who went through traumas and hardships finally evolved and grew into a successful and powerful man... However, something about him seems to be different...
Summary for chapter:
You had a talk with your sister but the talk didn't seem to work out well... It broke into a fight... Jungwon seems to be acting different too...
No Copyrights @soireegurl
Note๐Ÿ–‡๏ธ: This story contains Yandere themes, Mafia themes. Mention of killing, blood, violence, vulgar languages.
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After letting out your feelings in the park, you went home with a heavy heart. You don't want to face your sister and Sungmin but you have to get things clear.
"Omo, where did you go honey?"
Your mom asked you as you stepped into the house, your sister's friends have left and the house is pretty empty now.
"I just went out to take a breather... Don't worry mom..."
You said as you let out a small smile to signal that you are okay.
"Okay... I hope you're feeling better honey..."
Your mom knows your feelings for Sunghoon and she was also shocked to see Sungmin with your sister just now.
"Yes... Don't worry mom..."
"Where's eonnie?"
"Oh, she's at the backyard with Sunghoonnie..."
"Okay... I'll go find her mom..."
Your mom gave you a little pat alon the shoulder and went back to cleaning up the house.
You went to the backyard and saw your sister and Sungmin sitting on the swing while looking lovey dovey.
You can't take it ... You really can't... The sight of a guy so similar to Sunghoon, hugging your sister makes you feel so hurt.
"Oh? Y/nnie..."
Your sister saw you and Immediately stood up from the swing.
She walked towards you and stood Infront of you.
"Are you feeling better?"
You nodded a little but still the hurt feelings still lingers in your heart.
"Eonnie... Are you sure he is not Sunghoon...? They look too similar!"
"Y/n... Everything thing is possible, he might be Sunghoon's twin, since you know, Sunghoon is adopted... There's a possibility..."
You looked at Sungmin who was standing behind your sister.
You carefully scanned his face and notice the exact same moles on Sunghoon's face.
"Even if they are twins, how can they have the exact same mole? Twin's can't look exactly the same..."
"What's your point here Y/n?"
You sister started to sound annoyed.
"What if I can prove that he is Sunghoon... Will you... Will you break up with him?"
You know you sound a little rude here, but you really cannot bare seeing him and your sister together...
*Slap*
"Y/n!"
Jungwon quickly held you as you stumble back from the slap.
"Are you crazy? You just can't bare to see me happy right? You know I don't easily fall in love... And now that I finally do, you want me to give up?"
"Even if he is Park Sunghoon, I will not break up with him Y/n."
Your heart was hurting more than the slap.
"But eonnie... You know that... You know that..."
Your words got stuck at your throat.
You never told Sunghoon about your feelings... And now that he is standing infront of you, you can't bring yourself to say your feelings for him.
"Know what? Know that you like Sunghoon?"
"Like I said, he is not Sunghoon... This is a fact and final. I don't want to hear anything from you anymore. "
Your sister said and walked away living you, Jungwon and Sungmin in the backyard.
You were sobbing quietly while holding on to your cheeks where your sister slapped you.
"Mr Park, done watching the show? You may leave now."
Jungwon's tone was hostile...
"Please take care of her. "
Sungmin said and left.
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[Jungwon's pov]
*Slap*
When I saw Yena(y/n's sister) slapped Y/n, I immediately went up to Y/n and held her in place so she doesn't fall from the impact.
I shot a death glare at Yena but I didn't fail to catch Park Sungmin's action.
He also wanted to come forward to help Y/n but stoped himself suddenly..
I raised my eyebrows at the sight but didn't bother much as Y/n is more important now.
I heard the conversations between Y/n and Yena.
"Know what? Know that you like Sunghoon?"
When Yena said that, my breath hitched.
I knew that Y/n had feelings for the Sunghoon guy from the way that she tells me things about him.
But she had never admit.
Now that Yena said it, I can't help but to feel hurt and betrayed.
"Why am I always not her first choice..."
I can't help but to think...
I have been beside Y/n for 7 years... Definitely more than that Park Sunghoon... But why... Why can't I ever get into her heart?
While in deep thought, I also realised the shock on Sungmin's face.
Suddenly... I thought came to my mind.
"What if... He is Park Sunghoon...?"
I started to panic... If he is really Park Sunghoon, that means Y/n will go away from me...
No... That can't happen...
I have to stop this... I need to make sure this man will not cause any threats to me...
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[Author's pov]
After the unpleasant incident with your sister, you went back to your room with Jungwon.
"Y/n... Are you okay? I'll get some ice for you okay?"
Jungwon said a got up, but you held his hand and stopped him.
"It's okay... I'm okay..."
You said and you sniffled.
Jungwon's heart hurt seeing you cry.
"Y/n... See what you did to yourself..."
Jungwon let out a huge sigh.
"Y/n... Hear me out... Just forget about him... This is ruining your relationship with your sister..."
Jungwon tried to convince you.
"I want some time alone Jungwon..."
You didn't want to talk about this at this time. You really need some time to clear your mind.
Jungwon bit his inner cheeks to calm himself down.
"Okay... Rest well, I'll come again tomorrow... "
He left your room and you are all alone now.
After your room's door was shut, you let out all your emotions you have been hiding.
You covered your face with your hands as you cried.
It hurts... It really hurts...
You don't want to ruin the relationship with your sister, but at the same time, you can't stand seeing the guy you love with your sister.
Even though now you can't prove that he is Sunghoon, but in your heart, you already confirmed that he is Sunghoon and you will do anything to prove that to your sister.
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[Sunghoon's pov]
After the fight, I didn't leave Yena's house immediately.
I was sitting in my car just aimlessly sitting there not knowing what to do.
"Aish... This is so annoying..."
I messed my hair in frustration.
I sat in the car for about 15 minutes while thinking about what had just happened...
"She got hit because of me..."
"It's so stupid that I can't even protect her from this small thing..."
I felt really bad and useless...
After awhile, I saw Jungwon coming out of the house. Without thinking, I immediately went out of the car and walked towards Jungwon.
"Why are you still here?"
Jungwon's tone was unfriendly, as if he didn't want me to be here.
"How is Y/n?"
"I don't think that is any of your business right?"
Jungwon raised his eyebrow and looked at me with a questioning look.
"I just want to make sure that she's okay... After all, I was the cause of it."
"If you really feel bad, then you should away from her, never appear infront of her anymore."
"What?"
"You heard that right, Mr Park... "
Jungwon said as he glared at me.
"Mr Yang... I don't think this is how you treat you client right?"
"Well, we are not in the company now... And I think Mr Park can distinguish between public and private affairs right?"
I smirked at his words and took step forward.
"Of course I can... But it's whether I want to or not."
Jungwon didn't seem to be intimidated by me, and took a step even closer.
"Well, I don't really care... All I care is that YOU, stay away from Y/n..."
"You like her don't you?"
I said and smirked after seeing Jungwon freeze on his spot upon hearing my words.
He took a step back and said.
"That's none of your concern Mr Park."
He said and tried to walk away but I continued.
"Sss... But from what I heard... She liked someone else... Seems like... You got no chance."
I purposely provoked him and successfully did.
"Shut up you bastard."
He said and grab me by my collar.
"Tsk tsk... Mr Yang... You are too violent... How would Y/n react if she sees you like this...?"
"Stop provoking me Park Sungmin... You don't know what I can do."
"I would like to see it... Mr Yang Jungwon... Or should I say, Mr J?"
I said and felt a sense of satisfaction seeing the shock look on Jungwon's face.
"How do you know me?"
"That's not important... What's important is, I know your things... So think twice before you want to act big Infront of me.."
"How would Y/n react if she knows her friend is a Mafia boss, someone who kills without even blinking his eyes? I'm worried for her safety now."
"You don't have to worry, I will never hurt her. You should be worried about yourself."
Jungwon shove me away and gave me a glare before leaving the place.
"I have to stop Y/n from getting to close to him... He is too dangerous..."
I thought to myself and got in the car and drove off.
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Chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4
Love is pain Masterlist
Taglist: @heeseung-min @whateverhoon @nenesz
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lino-jagiyaa ยท 2 years ago
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๐“๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž - yandere series | masterlist
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this series will include 10 fics/drabbles between 1000 - 2000+ words and will mostly be requested
๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐š๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ฌ. ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐š๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž.
rules/info:
one fic per idol
iโ€™m labeling these as yandere solely on the fact that each person is being presented as possessive and controlling. โ€” that being said, i wonโ€™t include gore, or any graphic descriptions of violence
ie. blood, gore), in some fics i may include mentions of death but never any graphic description of it.
all fics in this series will be smut, suggestive, or just angst. no fluff will be included. so minors dni!
if there are multiple requests for the same kink, prompt, or scenario i will just write them for each of the same.
you can use the nsfw prompts i already have available or create your own. you can choose up to 3.
you cannot pair any of the idols together (ie. a threesome). again, one fic per idol
use my ask box to request - not in the comments for this post
iโ€™ve decided to finish these up to celebrate reaching 200 followers on my blog since iโ€™m very close to reaching that (since i announced this series in december of last year) <3
list of groups/idols you can choose from:
stray kids (5/8 taken)
ateez (2/8 taken)
enhypen hyung line (1/4 taken)
txt (2/5 taken)
10/10 slots filled
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- line up
all mine - preview
๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ข๐ง๐ž | Lee Felix - @qjqja
(soft dom, marking)
safe - preview
๐’๐š๐Ÿ๐ž | Han Jisung - @dadonbabysworld
(breeding kink & dacryphilia)
see me - preview
๐’๐ž๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž | Lee Minho
(mirror sex, dom!minho, size kink, breeding kink)
only - preview
๐Ž๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ | Bang Chan - @monstaxdirtywonk
(jealousy, brat taming)
moonlight - preview
๐Œ๐จ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ | Hwang Hyunjin
(somnophilia/CNC with soft!dom)
salvatore - preview
๐’๐š๐ฅ๐ฏ๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ž | Park Seonghwa - @whatudowhennooneseesyou
(praise, body worship, lovebombing)
chained - preview
๐‚๐ก๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ | Park Jongseong
(bondage, overstimulation)
change - preview
๐‚๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž | Kang Taehyun
(degradation, orgasm control, thigh riding)
dark room - preview
๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐‘๐จ๐จ๐ฆ | Choi Beomgyu
(breeding kink + obsession)
let me love you - preview
๐‹๐ž๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ | Choi San
(mutual masturbation, dacryphilia)
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leave a comment to be added to the taglist - lmk if youโ€™d like to be tagged for all or only a specific one !
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sooniessoulmate ยท 6 months ago
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๐”ป๐•’๐•ž๐•’๐•˜๐•–๐•• - ๐•”๐•™.๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ ๐•ก๐•ฅ.๐Ÿš- ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•ฅ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ž ๐•ค๐•ž๐•’๐•ฆ
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๐•ก๐•ฅ.๐Ÿ™ | ๐•ž๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ | ๐•”๐•™.๐Ÿš๐Ÿ™
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๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ ๐•ก๐•ฅ.๐Ÿš : ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐• 
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๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ง | ๐•ž๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ | ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ฅ
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mleighd94 ยท 9 months ago
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I want a female character main lead who is the spy, assassin, or mafia whose skills impress our boys. Maybe she saves them ๐Ÿง
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thinemoonshine ยท 29 days ago
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felt like this baby could use more love โ™ก!! also here to tell others that i have another fantasy wip (or is it more to sci-fi/fantasy combo?) and am excited to publish it!!
เผ„LECHE OF THE SIRENS.เณƒเฟ”*
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corrupt!enhypen ot7 x siren!reader warning(s): those stated in the first chapter, enhypen are all insane, self-harm, betrayal, death and violence, (y/n) treats the boys like puppets on strings, gore(barely), suggestive themes, the boys being literal criminals, spiking drinks, intoxications, they suffer and finally get what they deserve...and more type: mini series word count: 17.2k
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jungwon and riki are now smitten which means that (y/n)'s plan is near perfection. now, all that's left is to finally bestow upon them the 'reward' that they deserve. a truly picturesque ending is about to befall them... well, at least to (y/n), it is.
๐“Ÿ๐“๐“ก๐“ฃ 3 (the finale)
๐’ฅungwon finds himself watching (y/n). It began with curious glances and grew to become mezmerised stares and eventually, lead him to roam with the anticipation of bumping into her. It's so painfully obvious and (y/n), being the little bundle of rainbows and sunshine she is, obviously entertains him.
She of course, doesn't miss throwing in a couple of snarky remarks and pulling off little rebellious acts just to give him a taste of both sweet and spiceโ€”preserving his interest until it becomes permanent. And like the others, she has succeeded. Being with (y/n), Jungwon seems to forget his social status and truly, it gives him a sense of relief yet at the same time vulnerable but he adores it. He's addicted to these newfound emotions and sensations he's never felt before.
The same goes for Riki whose guarded walls tremble and crumble with each day he uses to tutor (y/n) in dance. Every caress of her hand against his, every shy, longing gaze exchanged and every whisper of her hypnotizing, lulling voice brings goosebumps to wake on his skin. He finds himself shivering and buzzing with want towards herโ€”to be the only one she lays her touches, to be the only one to be graced by her smiles and to be the only one whom she sees.
And Heeseung? A rat caught in a beartrap. His spirit has been through the roof ever since (y/n) confessed to him on how he's so special. Always sneaking bashful yet, hopeful glances at her when others are around and clinging onto her like a homesick pup at every chance they get to be aloneโ€”babbling and chanting how much he loves her, begging to be praised and reciprocated.
Others are no different. Each and every one pathetic, overgrown manbabies who don't see past their their own noses.
"(y/n)!" Sunoo calls for the girl and she exits her thoughts to lay her focus onto the other who's out in the sun while she stays shielded under the veranda. She smiles when she sees him fisting a number of small pink flowers with the widest, brightest grin on his face that rivals the sun. "Your favourite colour!"
(y/n) titters and nods and he returns to crouching on the radiant green grass.
There are others...and then there is Sunoo.
She's noticed how different he's become compared to how he was the first time they met. He's changed, but it isn't simply a facade or a temporary shift in character but he's truly changed.
With or without (y/n) in the picture, he acts the same. She's seen it plenty of times before. Whenever he and his six other friends would lounge, he'd stay quiet during the times when they would speak of scandalous topics or belittle those around themโ€”present and yet, absent. When he would face a little mishap such as the servants accidentally spilling tea on his clothes, or when his aide would try to advise him, he listened. He did not immediately punish them nor does he harshly send them away but he stayed and listenedโ€”letting the servants apologise and letting his aide speak before sharing his won thoughts which more often than not are understanding and mindful.
Certainly, he does grow irritated every once in a while and it is clear that at times, his patience is forced and smile strained however, he's tolerant. More sensible and more...attentive to those around. A better him than he ever was before.
(y/n) looks up at Sunoo who's now standing upon her and she feels something light and ticklish resting on her crown. Bringing her hand up, her lips stretch to form a grin at the soft feel of dewy petals and she realises that Sunoo's made her a little flower tiara.
"You're beautiful," he compliments quietly, still shy despite the time they've spent together, and his cheeks glow in a shade skin to the petals on her head.
"How honoured I am to be called such by someone of your stature," she teases but the frown that places itself on his face displays his distaste for her statement.
Sunoo sighs before slowly bringing himself down to his knees to instead rest his cheek against her knees. "I've told you before not to mention about that..."
His sulky tone elicits a soft chuckle of amusement from her and she runs her fingers through his dark locks.
"How can I not? Living in this mansion, wearing fancy attires and feasting on gourmet mealsโ€”everything reminds me of it, of how I came from nothing. You can't deny it, Sunoo. We're both of different worlds," (y/n) emphasizes once more and it deepens his sour mien.
She halts her movements when he abruptly raises his head up to glare at her but it turns gentle immediately as a face of defeat appears.
"I know but...I will make it work. I'm certain I can. The moment father returns, I will explain to him. I cherish you, (y/n), and I want to live my life with you," Sunoo softly yet adamantly states as his hands clasp hersโ€”drawing circles on their backs with his thumbs.
Hearing those words from him...aches her. An odd feeling.
(y/n) exhales deeply with a small shake of her head. "It will never work. I know my place and it is nowhere near you. Even if you were to tell your father, he will never accept me and I will never be granted your family name. It is more feasible that he will choose another to receive that honour."
Sunoo almost scoffs at her words. They are nothing but truth and that is exactly why he finds it more incredulous. Just as she said, he is a man of power, his family reigns over many, they are authority and yet, he is still confined to this rule that prevents him from having (y/n) to be his betrothedโ€”to be united in holy matrimony until death do them apart.
Still, he is unable to break free from this ridiculous law and tradition. What use is power and name if he can't share them with (y/n)? What use is anything if (y/n) cannot remain by his side?
"Don't be too disheartened, Sunoo."
Her voice lures him out of his head and he lifts his head up to her before she cups his jaw with her hand. She smiles. "We do not need to be wed to stay together. I can still be with you... Perhaps, as a concubine of some sort."
Sunoo's lips fall open, in disbelief that she would even suggest such a thing. Does she truly believe that Sunoo will willingly let himself vow to be with another woman when he only has her in his eyes? And her expressionโ€”
His gaze flickers on her visages, not overlooking the subtle melancholia swirling in her orbs, or the stiffness of her smile and the soft knit of her brows.
How can he ever be able to let her suffer? So, he shakes his head. "No. I refuse it."
"What do you mean?" She almost gasps, interpreting his words as a rejection but he shakes his head once more.
Rising to sit on his heels, he then holds her face in his warm hands before staring at her with a look so determined and convicted that she falls quiet.
"We flee," he breathlessly says, as if he's been holding those words for the longest of times. "We run from this wretched place, away from this accursed fate and start anew. We'll follow our own rules without caring of what others may think. We'll live in our own place and we'll spend our lives happy with one another without the need to conform to all this...this absurdity that have been internalized within society."
(y/n)'s eyes widen and she shakes her head vigorously. "Sunoo, have you gone mad? Youโ€™ve lived like this for so long, what makes you think you can survive out there?โ€
โ€œYou.โ€
His answer is immediate, concise and assured. He spared not a single second nor breath to reply and his hand moves to tenderly tuck her hair behind her ear. A soft, loving smile forevermore on his lovestruck mien whenever he gazes at her.
โ€œYou, (y/n). Because of you, I am sure I will be able to survive for I cannot live without you. Yes, I am aware of the risk but I too, cannot ignore the undeniable so I have been considering to escape for some time,โ€ Sunoo confesses and he brings his face closer to hersโ€”tips of their noses touching.
โ€œI will have everything prepared within 3 days and we will forever leave this place behind.โ€
โ€˜Perfect,โ€™ the girl thinks but externally, she continues to protest as she pulls away. โ€œBut Sunoo, this place is your home. You grew up hereโ€”created many beautiful, priceless memories and have many cherished belongings. You really want to leave all this behind? Will you not grow to yearn and mourn for it?โ€
The noble goes quiet at this, seemingly pondering over the fact or maybe even just realizing it. But then his eyes upturn once more into crescents and plush, rosy lips pull to a wide grin as he shakes his head side to side with his hair bouncing.
โ€œMy heart have already resided with you, my love,โ€ Sunoo claims, voice wispy and enchanting. He leans forward once more, letting his lips graze the skin of her cheek before placing a kissโ€”then on the other side before on her forehead, eyes, her nose, jaw and finally her lips.
He savours the kissโ€”melting in the warm softness of her touch and relishing in her saccharine taste.
Sunooโ€™s hand that holds her travel upwards to gently run through his hair while the other gently guides her to tilt her head, wanting to deepen the kiss.
But before he can, (y/n) turns her face away slightly to speak.
โ€œIfโ€ฆIf we truly are about to leave then, can I make one request?โ€ (y/n) asks and Sunoo nods, attention all on her. โ€œWould it be alright to have a little outing? There is this place that I know of, that I often frequent before I came here. It was always tranquil with a view so picturesque that I wish to visit it just once more.โ€
The subtle bobs of his head urge her to continue.
โ€œIโ€™m more than ready to leave once the time comes, but I too know that it means that I will never be able to visit that place again. Your fatherโ€ฆI donโ€™t reckon he will simply let you go without sending his soldiers to a search party,โ€ she lets out an airy chuckle, bittersweet, and Sunoo knows that sheโ€™s referring to the constant hunt they will be apart ofโ€”not until they finally go as far as they possibly can from here.
It aches him, to know that the reason why they have to be like this, that she has to suffer this fate is because of him. Despite choosing to flee, it was actually his last resort as he knows that by doing so, they will be in a constant chase of cat and mice.
As if fugitives, and yet the only โ€˜crimeโ€™ theyโ€™ve ever committed is fall in love.
โ€œThen, we shall go to this place tomorrow morning. I will tell the servants to prepare what we need,โ€ Sunoo offers and the girl nods but then rests her hand on his arm lightly.
โ€œCan we bring the others?โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€ Sunooโ€™s voice raises in pitch from surprise, not expecting her to want to include his friends. And truthfully, as inappropriate timing as it is, he feels jealous. โ€œWhyโ€”I mean, they might not want to join.โ€
Never in a million years and more will they refuse and Sunoo knows that. Which is exactly why heโ€™d prefer them not intruding.
But at the dispirited mien she wears, he immediately goes back on his words.
โ€œBut, of course! They have not ventured for a holiday as of late which means they would love to attend,โ€ he brushes off his previous statement with a light chuckle and the girlโ€™s spirit returns.
(y/n) practically buzzes as she beams and her pecks on his cheeks make them glow bright pink. โ€œSplendid! Itโ€™s just that, I figured itโ€™d be nice to have a final farewell. Youโ€™ve been friends for the longest of times, itโ€™s only proper.โ€
Her attentiveness towards him makes him feel afloat, so light and giddy. To think that her proposition is for him makes him feel so touched.
So, so loved and wanted that heโ€™s unaware of the wickedness and maliciousness that drips from her โ€˜harmlessโ€™ words.
โ€˜Final farewell, indeed,โ€™ she thinks as Sunoo fixes the flower crown to sit prettily on her head.
โ€”
โ€œSo, a sudden excursion?โ€ Jaeyun asks as he slips into (y/n)โ€™s dwelling that afternoon. The girl looks up from her book and smiles at himโ€”not making a single attempt whatsoever to move because a moment later, Jaeyunโ€™s head rests on her outstretched lap while he lays perpendicular on her bed. โ€œWhat prompted it?โ€
The girl hums as he plays with her hand that hovers his faceโ€”massaging her palm and folding her fingers. โ€œJust needed a breath of fresh air.โ€
โ€œThen, I reckon it has nothing to do with Sunooโ€™s father returning from his business trip. For example perhaps-โ€ His eyes shift to stares into hers. โ€œA little getaway for goodbye?โ€
His intellect surprises her considering how he is akin to a clingy puppy at most times.
She doesnโ€™t reply and he sits up, now facing her after he turns his body.
โ€œIt is??โ€ He asks in disbelief, eyes popping and mouth gaping. Sorrow flashes across her face and thatโ€™s enough to answer himโ€”large hands clasping both of hers instantly as he mirrors her expression. โ€œThat canโ€™t be. You canโ€™t leave me!โ€œ
She sighs, feigning despair. โ€œI have to, Jaeyun. Sunooโ€™s father will not take me kindly as you all have.โ€
โ€œYou have the choice to come with me. All you have to do is choose me," Jaeyun offers desperately, his grip tightening at every emphasis and (y/n) is once again taken aback by the pure genuineness from his pleading gaze.
However, (y/n) has grown bored of entertaining these entitled men. So instead, she just turns away. "You know where I stand, Jaeyun."
Her firm refusal has him breaking, shattering, and he's confident he has never felt agony as excruciating as this. It drives him mad.
Tears well in his eyes and (y/n) feels his grip tremble violently around her encased hands before cold air suddenly caresses her skin. She furrows, not expecting for him to simply let go but she is instantly corrected at the sound of objects clattering.
Her eyes widen when she sees him holding a candelabra to the skin of his arm, sleeve messily rolled as the cold item shakes in his quivering hold. The candles have all been broken and discarded to the floor along with the trinkets put on her desk.
"Jaeyun...put it down."
The latter shakes his headโ€”bottom lip tight between his teeth, pretty eyes streaming hot tears that cascade down his flushed cheeks as he swallows his sobs into choked whimpers. "You're not leaving me. Y-you just can't! How can I live without you?? A day without you has me yearning for your soft caresses and whispers! Needing to be graced by your laughter and smiles! Do you think I could survive if you were to be absent for longer?"
'How is that my problem?' (y/n) internally hisses a snarky thought but she remains a solicitous charade. "Jaeyun, you know I have no choicโ€”"
"You do!" The other interjects, almost in a roar before he swallows harshly to quell himself. "You're the only one who says that! You have the choice to choose me, or any other but instead you decide to be tethered to Sunoo. Yes, he saved you! And yes, he brought you in but I could've done the same! And I can do so much better than he ever did!"
He presses the sharp edge of the candelabra onto his flesh before letting it slice against his skin, drawing blood and (y/n) gasps at this, now turning (appearing, at least) frantic.
"Don't do this, Jaeyun!" She begs as she rushes to him and albeit seeming to be guarded, he makes no effort to push her away when she runs into his chest.
Her fingers curl into the light ruffles of his white shirt and she shakes her head vigorously. "I'll think of something! I-I may not be able to be with you all the time but I will come to visit! I will make sure of it."
He stiffens instantly, expression falling to indifference and gaze hardening as he emits a shuddering breath. "So, injuring myself is not enough for you...?"
She furrows, both amused and gobsmacked at his mindset. It's ridiculous how he thinks he can make her do anything for him. It's laughable.
"Then, will you turn to me if I were to do it to Sunoo?"
(y/n)'s brain quietens almost instantly at that. Shocked.
'He's threatening to hurt...Sunoo?'
Jaeyun tilts his head upon noticing the immediate shift of response from her. He scoffs, lips pulling to a smirk as he wipes his teary eyes and cheeks with the back of his unoccupied hand. "Answer me, (y/n). Will you?"
And suddenly, she's...furious.
The noble is given no room for reaction when she abruptly smashes her lips onto his after a rough yank of his collar.
His brows raise and grip loosensโ€”dropping the candelabra with a loud THUD! against her carpeted floorโ€”he's roughly pushed before being forced onto the bed when its edge touches the back of his knees.
Jaeyun grunts into the kiss when he feels her teeth pierce his lip and the metallic taste of blood spreads on his tongueโ€”sending an electrifying feeling through him.
He gasps violently when she pulls away, in desperate need of air, especially because of the pleasuring pain but is indubitably titillated by her assertiveness. He breathes heavily as he looks up at her with clouded eyes and flaming red skinโ€”his head unable to conjure a single coherent thought as he's overwhelmed by his crave for her.
"Just listen to me, hm?" (y/n) hisses deceptively sweet with a raise of her brow and the other gulps, nodding like the mindless little mutt he is. Her hand begins to caress his cheek before she traces the centre of his throat down to the dip between his collarbones and down to his chest, making him arch to her touch.
He mewls loudly but immediately bites his tongue to quieten himself at the disapproving look she throws him. He must be insane. He truly must be, especially for (y/n). To feel more aroused by her anger is unnatural, is it not?
So, why does he feel himself getting stiffer and needier by it?
"What was it that you were saying before?" (y/n) asks and Jaeyun groans, eyes fluttering shut when her hand begins to trace shapes on his chest. "You wish to harm Sunoo? Hm?"
Something tells Jaeyun that by agreeing, it will only further fuel the flame of her anger. So, he does.
"Yes..." He pants out and immediately lets out a choked moan when her other hand finds its place around his throat in a tight hold.
"Don't," she seems to coo and her sickly sweet voice right beside his ear makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull. "Do not even think of doing so. He is my saviour, Jaeyun. You harm him and you'll do the same to me. You will listen to me, will you not?"
He's far too consumed by her to even respond and she frownsโ€”squeezing his neck until it narrows his air supply and his eyes shoot open to look at her.
"Answer me, Jaeyun. Will you?" She mimics him and the knowledge of that is so ravishing to him. To think that she's outsmarted him using his own words? Oh, he's bewitched.
And the violent nods he performs is enough to tell.
Seeing his excitement makes her scoff. 'How wretched.'
"What a good listener you are. Such a good little thing," she insults, but at his airy whimpers and fluttering eyes, he obviously did not comprehend.
As expected of a despicable, dumb mutt.
โ€”
It was the right choice to entertain Jaeyun. Because now, there is no tail behind her asking for attention for the rest of the day as he's incredibly spent and is recuperating in his chamber with a deep slumber.
"(y/n)? What are you doing here?" Jongseong asks when she steps into the kitchen.
She casts a glance onto the tea set in front of him. "I could ask the same to you. But from the looks of it, are you making tea?"
He nods before closing the pot and walking over to her with the tray in his hands. "None can make the beverage as well as I canโ€”well, if I were to omit you."
(y/n) giggles and his chest fills with pride.
"Care to join me?" He offers and she replies with looping her arm around his, letting him guide her to the tea table at the garden.
And on the way they meet another, Sunghoon, who naturally invites himself to the table without even regarding their opinion.
"You can drink from mine," (y/n) pushes her cup to Sunghoon and he's glad to accept if it isn't for Jongseong shoving his own into the younger's face.
The latter's luxuriant brows knit at his intrusion but the older only shrugs.
"Any hints to where we are going tomorrow?" Sunghoon strikes up a conversation and (y/n) smiles ambiguously as she keeps her gaze on her cup.
โ€œA place where land meets water,โ€ she replies tersely.
Sunghoon arches a brow. "A beach? It seems you have an affinity for them. That is where Sunoo first found you, after all."
The girl grins as she traces the painted flowers on her cup. "No...and yes. The place I frequent is not a beach, but it is true I am fond of them, or more specifically, water."
Jongseong chuckles, finding her liking for something as simple and abundant as water both mirthful and endearing. "Yeah? What is it about them do you like?"
The sparkle in her eyes and blush on her cheeks are so lovable to them and they stare with faces of adorationโ€”grins wide and gazes tender as they anticipate her answer.
"Well, water can solve most problems first and foremost. It's one of the essences of life. They quell the thirst of all living thingsโ€”crops, animals and humans alikeโ€”and they also serve as medicine for certain illnesses. And if there are distasteful people then you can..."
She trails off, suddenly silent until she lifts her stare to meet with theirs. A ghost of a smile on her face. "Drown them."
Despite knowing of her insanity, Sunghoon himself is still shocked hearing it. Meanwhile, Jongseong is purely horrified to hear his sweet girl mentioning something so violent and unhinged.
But do they grow wary? No, not at all. They simply think it's just a personality quirk. A little more 'truth' from her as a sign that they've grown closer. Which in this case, is not untrue at all.
"That's a frightening idea, (y/n)," Jongseong gasps softly as he reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair away from her face. He looks at her attentively, his touch warm and inviting as he strokes the apple of her cheek. "Now, what gave you such a malevolent perspective?"
She shakes her head and takes a sip of her tea, meeting eyes with Sunghoon briefly as he stares at her with intrigue. "Sailors. They fall into the waters much too often."
Hoon tilts his head and dark brows knit subtly. "How do you know?"
"(y/n)!" Riki beckons and they all turn to the lad who jogs towards them.
He nods to his friends with a small, "hyung" uttered as a greeting to each and they reciprocate similarly. His eyes then shift to the lone girl and his lips curve faintly into a smile before he restrains it by pursing them together. "Sunoo hyung searches for you."
Both Sunghoon and Jongseong acquiesces her request to be pardoned but the former lad finds himself staring at her furthering back with a rather inquisitive stareโ€”differing from the other who wears a small pout on his adorable petite lips.
"Let us call it a day. I doubt your inclusion is for the purpose of having tea and biscuits with me," Jongseong sighs out knowingly, ready to retire to his chamber and Sunghoon agrees. The two stand and bid brief farewells before going their separate ways and letting the servants tidy the table.
Riki and (y/n) are already within the safe, warm walls of the mansion. Both embraced by a comfortable silence before the lass breaks it.
"Why have you lied, Riki?"
Her cognizance makes his eyes widen and he whips his face to the other with alarm, mouth parted as he tries to justify himself but failing to.
His sad attempt amuses her and she titters with a soft shake of her head.
"Fret not. I don't mind and neither do I intend to tell the other two," she assures and Riki sighs in relief.
He clears his throat from embarrassment. "I...wanted to spend some time with you. As our ballroom lessons have ceased due to your outstanding ability, we have spent less and less with one another and I, well..."
Riki becomes reticent but it is not as if both he and her are unaware of his sentiments.
Of how he misses her.
After all, absence makes the heart yearn.
"Do you like them? The hyungs," he suddenly asks and (y/n) turns to him briefly, seeing him staring at his polished shoes before facing the front. "I noticed that you seem to be with them for most."
The girl hums in thought. "I have no favourites."
"Except for Sunoo hyung," he adds and it brings a smile on the other's face which is not unnoticed by the young man. It tugs on his heart effectively, in such a way that he wishes to be in the position of his older bestfriend.
In a rare state of distraction from her reverie of Sunoo, she fails to notice how the figure aside her has shifted to her front until she finds herself colliding softly against his chest.
She lifts her head up to meet his sharp, solid gaze that oddly seems to plead for her affections.
"Why? What does he have that I lack?" Riki asks out of the blue, voice in a forced composure.
'It has started,' she thinks as she recognizes that familiar green murkiness swirling in his deep brown orbs. 'The envy.'
"You lack nothing, Riki. How can you assume such a thing?" (y/n) comforts and it works wonders to assuage the young noble's anxietyโ€”however, it is much heavier than how it seems.
"Then, why are you fond of him so? Is it not because he's pretty? Everyone tend to admire him for his beauty, his gentleness and elegance that are seamless. All so perfect, so admirableโ€”everything that Iโ€”" He halts at the realisation of how emotional and whiny he sounds and he swallows the remaining words. 'That I am not.'
He is uncertain of when it started, but by the time he's regulated his thoughts, his breaths are heavy and eyes are burning as vision blurs from the pools that gather in them. He sniffles but quickly fakes a cough with a turn of his headโ€”arm against his mouth to before he hastily presses it against his glossy eyes.
Exhaling a shuddering breath, he prepares to face her again but his throat tightens and water brims within his lash line once more when she calls for his name so sweetly, warmly.
"Riki, come here," (y/n) beckons softly, barely above a whisper and he gravitates towards her figure at her opening arms. His back hunches as he bendsโ€”now wetting the fabric on her shoulder as he hides his face against it and muffles his sobs with a harsh bite of his bottom lip. "What caused you to think of this?"
'Everyone, everything,' he wishes to say but only manages to think.
Throughout his whole life, he has been labelled as bad news and instead of choosing to work against it, to prove that it is all a misconstruction, he instead chooses to succumb to it. He fulfilled all those rumours they speak of him, conducted every misdeed no matter if it brought misery and ruin to others and became the monster they believed him to be.
To be the miscreant he believes himself to be.
Nevertheless, he reveled in itโ€”the power and forced reverence he carries from this imageโ€”until he met (y/n).
He's never wanted, wished and prayed desperately for anything more than he has for her.
But seeing her so lovestruck and attached with Sunoo, or anybody else for that matter, it torments him. He began comparing them to himselfโ€”listing his flaws one by one and further digging the grave of desolation. Day by day, he understands why (y/n) prefers them more than she does with him, why she smiles more with them than him, why she likes them more than she likes him.
Why they're so much better than him in every single aspect and why she will undoubtedly turn the other way if she were given the choice to choose between him and anyone else.
And it kills him at every waking moment. And even in sleep, his dreams are haunted by this, like an incessant nightmare woven to cause him everlasting terror.
But he can't let her go. He just can't.
"Why must you come now? Why couldn't I have been to one to have found you?" Riki croaks feebly against her shoulder and the cordial, soothing caresses of her palm against his back only turns the faucets in his eyes even further. "Why am I such a wretched, worthless being?"
He has fallen too deep, feelings too grave that he is unashamed in leaving them bare. She will find out sooner or later after all. All these emotions too foreign and consuming for the young lord to keep them covert.
Her silence however, acts as some sort of balm to his distress. Seeing as she has not rejected him, he feels the slightest stroke of hope and his arms coil around her waist tighterโ€”akin to a predatory snake and its prey yet, their roles are undoubtedly reversed.
โ€œWhy doโ€ฆwhy do you favour Sunoo so much?โ€ He then, asks.
If he canโ€™t compete with Sunoo, then at least he can mimic himโ€”try to adopt his characteristics that (y/n) adores with the wishful thinking that he will obtain even a sliver of her affinity towards the older.
โ€œWhy? Hmโ€ฆโ€ She begins to hum a tune that both acts as a calming lullaby and an anxiety inducing countdown from suspense. โ€œIt is because he listens well.โ€
โ€œL-listen?โ€ Riki inadvertently stutters at his choked words from emotional vulnerability but then begins to straighten his posture at the feel of her hand gently tugging him back by the nape.
The girls nodsโ€”letting her gaze run across his flushed, dewy face from his tears before offering a beguiling smile that renders him breathless. โ€œIt is simply because he listens so wellโ€ฆ And for someone like me, that in itself is a miraculous gesture. You see, those with no identity nor statusโ€”and a woman at thatโ€”are often cast aside. So to have someone to listen to me so attentively, to be so uncritically accepting no matter what I say or do, it means the world."
'To listen...' Riki empathizes with her deeper than he expects. Despite being a complete juxtaposition, he is aware of how it feels to be unheard. All too well.
And to have this sort of connection between them rekindles that diminishing aspiration inside of him. He has a chance to earn a place beside (y/n). The only condition is to listen and he would be the biggest fool in the world to fail.
"I'm a good listener..." Riki mumbles and (y/n) brings her hand to cup his damp cheek to which he longingly leans into. His softened sharp eyes flicker between her own deep, inquisitive gaze as his plush lips part to speak feebly. "Give me a chance...please."
His frail tone laden with pure ambition and yearn brings a smile to her faceโ€”triumphant, wickedโ€”and she nods gently.
"I will, Riki. Who am I to deny you?"
โ€”
"You hide something."
(y/n) pivots on the heels of her feet at the voice that disrupts the silence of the balcony. Her gaze meets with the curious yet cunning eyes of Sunghoon as he approaches her with slow, calculated strides. "You sound certain of yourself."
"And you are not the slightest bit bemused," the noble quips and halts his steps when he looms over her. With a tilt of his head, a corner of his lips hooks to form a smirk. "As if you have been waiting for me to confront you. Is it not?"
His confidence is admirable and she scoffs at the thought of how useful of a quality it is to have as a siren. He would be perfect for the roleโ€”if he only deserves it.
The girl shrugs with a sly smirk of her own before taking a step backโ€”letting her waist meet the white stone gate that protects them from a disastrous fall.
Despite the darkness of the night, the maiden is still radiant. The moonlight shining on her makes her seem to glowโ€”hypnotizing eyes scintillating and beguiling beauty enrapturing him with each breath.
His hands find their way around her hips and his hold tightens momentarily when he takes a step forwardโ€”figures almost touching now and the proximity is honestly making him dizzy.
The softness of her bod and warmth that penetrates his skin seem to be working against him as wellโ€”rendering him dazed and mindless as he is filled with nothing but the thoughts of embracing her.
But no, he has an objective. He shall not let his resolve be so easily broken.
"Tell me. What is it that you have concealed from us? And why do you?" He manages to ask with composure despite the tremble of his limbs as he restrains himself from just pulling her into him.
Wearing a faux face of naivety, she strays her eyes from him. "Why are you so sure that I am hiding anything? I'm just a lone, forsaken girl who was saved by a young, rich noble with too much time and money in his hands. Unless, of course..." She returns her focus to the other as her mien now shifts to a daunting, challenging look. "You have an inkling to what it is that you say I withhold."
Her implication is accurate and Sunghoon's reticence proves it. So she taunts him.
"Come now. I thought you wanted me to reveal my truth so why are you the one keeping to yourself?" (y/n) scoffs and gently rests her hands on his slim bodโ€”feeling the soft curves and dips of his abs beneath the thin night shirt he wears. She doesn't miss the sharp inhale he takes. "What am I hiding, Sunghoon? Enlighten me."
Sunghoon shudders when she slides her palms up higher to his chest before dangerously down to the low band of his trousers hugging his hips. "That you...you're a pirate."
Fits of giggles erupt from the girl before they evolve to laughterโ€”hand cupping her mouth to prevent from being too loud and potentially awaking the others as tears brim her eyes.
A pirate? How creative. Although, it is the most plausible answer considering what he knows of her.
Found at the shore wearing ragged cloth, having an affinity for water, is aware of the fact that many sailors have met their doom at the seasโ€”clearly, she is a pirate.
"I am impressed. If this is your way of flirting then I say you have succeeded," she teases with little airy chuckles escaping her and although to woo her is not his main mission, he can't help but feel proud and gratified.
Feeling emboldened, he decides to make a move.
"Does that mean you'll grant me a kiss?"
He will never admit it but he's desperate. His friends have all been graced by her touch and endearment, he knows thatโ€”even her secret relationship with Heeseung because the latter has become much too blissed out recently to even realise how obvious he's being, especially when drunkโ€”so why has he not received anything from (y/n)?
Is he not ravishing enough? Impossible. Maybe, he's not charming? Not in any universe. Perhaps (y/n) finds him unattractive? Never does anyone find him so. He is the epitome of perfection.
Which means that the only reason why (y/n) has been so conserved with him is because she's bashful and hesitant. What if she is rejected by him? What if he finds her unpleasant? She must be so worried which lead her to be so guarded with him. All she needs is a little push and Sunghoon is more than willing to be the catalyst.
"Why should I grant you a kiss?" (y/n) retorts and the sight of her furrow amuses him.
'Ahh... She truly is a stubborn little dove,' he thinks as a beguiling grin stretches on his pretty, porcelain profile. "Why should you not? You do not need to shy away. I promise, I will not reveal any of our shared experience tonight to any other."
His narcissism oozes so profoundly, it chokes the maiden. And she wishes so badly to rip it from him.
"You're unworthy of it. You have nothing to be rewarded for," (y/n) states casually and his jaw clenches while stare hardens.
Reward? Why is she speaking as though he is a mere pet asking for treats? Does she not realise that him even offering her to touch him is an honour itself? Despicable.
"You think so highly of yourself to call a simple gesture from you as reward. You should know that your worth is decided by othersโ€”such as how you're treated like the lady of the house simply because the lord, Sunoo, has decided for it to be. But without him, you are but the same deserted speck of existence you were before."
Sunghoon's words are now venom, voice hissing and gaze akin to slicing blades. His fingers are forceful around her, sure to paint her skin in shades of purple and green but she retains her sangfroid.
The bewilderment on his face is so unbelievably comedic when he sees her completely unrattled and instead, wearing the same kind, inviting mien she always does.
"Were you not the one who asked me to 'grant' you a kiss? If it truly is as meaningless as you say, then why do you ask me for it?" She wittily responds and Sunghoon's visibly rendered speechless but he quickly picks himself up.
"Th-that was just a figure of speeโ€”"
Once again, he's silencedโ€”but this time by her lips pressed against his as she hungrily devours him.
Bratty boys have always been her favourite, after all.
Sunghoon's hands on her hips loosen from surprise and she takes the opportunity to press herself against him to which he enthusiastically reciprocatesโ€”bucking his hips forward and wrapping his arms around her before dipping his head forward to deepen their connection.
He groans pleasurably when her tongue slips between his teeth to explore the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. The tightness in his trousers grows and she feels him throb and twitch against her, causing her to skillfully spins their positions to instead, have him pressed against the stone balustrade before grinding into him.
Sunghoon moans loudly at this. The sensation much too stimulating through the flimsy, thin fabric of his slacks and her nightgown. He can almost feel everything.
Almost.
And it drives him crazy.
He subconsciously chases after her lips when she pulls away, craving for more, needing to be satiated and whines pathetically when she rejects by turning her head away. Still, he finds an alternative and latches his wet, bitten lips onto her neck to leave open-mouthed kisses.
"To see you so gravely affected by a worthless kiss, it makes me doubt your words," (y/n) brings up and Sunghoon huffs against her skin. "Anyways, you've gotten what you asked for so I think I should retire now."
She attempts to escape from his caging hold but his grip only tightens and teeth graze her skin.
"Wait," he breathes out heavily as he begins to nip and fingers dig into the flesh of her waist, clawing and squeezing in protest. "Don't go."
"Why? Were you not the one who said I am of no value? There is no reason for you to ask for my company," (y/n) intentionally rejects, wanting to see him surrender on his own accordโ€”for him to admit himself that he yearns for the touch of someone as irrelevant as her.
Sunghoon is panting now, face buried in the crook of her neck as he shakes his headโ€”lashes tickling her while hot breaths causing her hair to rise. "No..."
"Hm? You didn't?"
"I did! But am I wrong?" He remains egotistic as he raises himself slightly, just enough so his face is at level with hers as he glares stubbornly into her eyes and yet the shake of his dark, hungry pupils belie him.
She softly arches her brow, expressing her dissatisfaction to his remark and he subconsciously winces at it. "It seems I've wasted my time. I shall see you again tomorrow, my lord."
The term she uses to address him sounds foreign albeit it being only right. It makes them sound distant, and the tone she uses is frigid alongside her austere gaze.
He rejects it.
'No, no no!' Sunghoon chants as she manages to step aside and within a breath, he hurries to block her path to the insideโ€”earning him a mien of incredulity from the girl which shifts into intrigue when he brings her hand to cup it against his face.
"I revoke my statement. I-I'm sorry so please, help me," he pleads through broken, wispy croaks and he nuzzles his face into her palm. His other hand then reaches for her other and brings it down to the centre of his slacksโ€”her brows knit and eyes harden when he begins to rub her palm against the stiff bulge, letting her feel his desperation. "You did this to me. It's only fair that you will help me, right?"
To say she's disgusted is an understatement. The shameless act of using her hand to caress his arousal without her consent? Revolting.
"UGH!" A choked grunt emits from the other at her abrupt blow to his hardened core and he plummets to his knees at the agonizing pain. Never did he expect her to be so violent. His eyelids are shut tight before they snap open with shock at the blunt yet forceful affliction against his lower part.
His gaze travels down to the ball of her foot pressing mercilessly before he brings his eyes up to see what he can confidently say is the most lethal yet beautiful sight he has ever seen in his life.
There, (y/n) stands with a bewitching nonchalance, cryptic, that juxtaposes with her typical softness and he's reminded of the first time he spoke to her.
Stretching his lips to a smile, he was finally able to let out a small chuckle. "Are you sure your friends won't be upset with you by giving these to me?"
(y/n) shook her head and stoodโ€”hands dusting her skirt and straightening it before she turned towards the mansion.
"How are you sure?" Sunghoon asked once more as he too, rose to his feet and now towered over the other.
The latter tittered and brought her hands behind her back, clasping them together as she began to amble. "Because I ate them."
The memory kindles an unfamiliar sensation in him and suddenly, the pain she inflicts becomes more welcomed than he anticipatedโ€”head falling back, eyelids fluttering and tongue almost lolling out his hanging jaw.
(y/n) scoffs, feeling him twitch and throb under her foot and she lifts it before stomping downโ€”eliciting something between a moan and shriek from the other as he shakes, eyes rolling backwards.
The girl's lips curve to a smirk at the enticing sight beneath her and she begins to massage him through the thin fabric which unsurprisingly makes his hips buck and body limp forward.
His forehead resting against her knee as she stands between his graciously parted legs. A shivering, whimpering and moaning mess as he starts to press wet kisses against her leg to try and distract himself from completely losing his brain from the pleasure.
(y/n) is going to have fun tonight, and she's amiable enough to grant him the sameโ€”seeing as it is the last time he will ever be able to.
โ€”
Finally, the day of the trip arrives. Hearty laughter and merry conversations fill the air as the seven nobles rest upon the mats they've laid on the pillowy green grass of the hill. Picnic baskets filled with an abundant of food and beverage surround them, the dawn sky is in a beautiful, amber and pinkish hue while a constant zephyr caresses their figures.
A perfect day.
(y/n) has brought them to a small hill quite a far distance away, on the outskirts of the village and further into the forest. But the journey was not taxing. In fact, it is as nature itself have been awaiting their arrivalโ€”not a single vine nor stone obstructed their path, nor does any insect or any other fauna disturb their peace. The dispersed flora only adds more comfort and almost a sense of magical ambience as they ventured through before finally arriving at a cliff.
The seven understands now why (y/n) brought them to this place.
Grass is greener, sky is clearer and the view... oh, the view that greets them is unlike any other. Below the cliff is the sea and it is vast and breathtaking, stretching further away. The rising sun seems to be magically emerging from the waters as its light illuminates the surface to create the illusion of twinkling crystals.
"(y/n)! Come and have this beverage Jongseong just made! It's sweet and refreshing!" Jaeyun beckons and (y/n) pulls her gaze away from the gentle waves of the sea below them before joining the group.
Heeseung immediately opens his arm, inviting her to sit by his side on the mat while he supports his slightly leaning figure with his other hand.
The girl accepts which undoubtedly ignites some jealousy from the others but she cares not. Her eyes are only set on one, after all.
"Here," Jaeyun offers her the cup but instead of letting her hold it, he brings it to her lips and let her drink. Heeseung notices this and scowls at his excessive indulgence although, he too would do the same if given the chance.
The fiery competitiveness between both men is hilarious but she enjoys the princess treatment. For once, they are using their hands and energy for the sake someone other than themselves.
"Are you feeling cold?" Jungwon then approaches with a blanket in his hands and he sits on his heels before pulling down her lifted dress to cover her legs exposed by her sitting position. With an amiable smile, he gently lays the blanket onto them for extra warmth to which she thanks with her own small grin.
Sunghoon watches from the side with crossed arms and restrains a scoff. "All this coddling is going to suffocate her."
"That so? At least, we're doing something," Heeseung retorts and earns himself a glare but the moment Sunghoon meets eyes with (y/n), he shies away and the tips of his ears and cheeks mantleโ€”recalling the intimacy they shared the night before.
Riki rolls his eyes at the oldersโ€™ childishness and yet he too, finds himself abashed once meeting the gaze of the girl and only manages to flash a sheepish smile before whipping his head away.
Jongseong does not fail to notice the twoโ€™s oddity but he says nothing, assuming that they must have shared an experience with (y/n). At this point, her relationships with his brothers are not a mystery. They've all seen how she's affectionate with each and every one of them but strangely, they do not argue.
It seems they've become aware that by doing so, it will only create more disadvantage for them. To argue means that (y/n) will undoubtedly return to the safe, peaceful embrace of Sunooโ€™s and stay hidden from their sight as to not provoke any more ire.
So theyโ€™ve learned to shareโ€”although, deep down each and every one of them wishes to monopolize her, to shackle her within their own cages that theyโ€™ve prepared just for her.
All except for one.
One who truly sees her as not a mere possession but a living, breathing being capable of her own mind and heart.
โ€œIt is a great day,โ€ Sunoo sighs dreamily as he awes at the clear pink sky before turning his head to look at (y/n) whoโ€™s joyous laughing as sheโ€™s surrounded by his friends. He smiles, eyes akin to scintillating crescents.
Her image now is a stark contrast from how he and her first met. And knowing that sheโ€™s in a far better position now causes his chest to swell with relief and gratitude.
โ€œSheโ€™s happy.โ€
Feeling his stare, (y/n) turns to him and is instantly greeted by the sight of him watching her with endearment and undivided attention. His hand lifts to wave at her and she feels her heart grow.
โ€œIt was ludicrous! If only theyโ€”โ€
Jaeyun halts his words when (y/n) starts to rise to her feet, letting the blanket slip off her lap and onto the picnic mat before she makes her way to whom she calls her saviour.
The other 6 watch with apparent flames in their eyes while they turn to deep shades of greenโ€”sentiments burgeoning when they see her naturally falling into his open arms like puzzle pieces.
Sunoo clings onto her before pressing his lips against her crown lovingly, pure adoration oozing from his every gestureโ€”from his melting honey gaze to his delicate, lingering touches.
"What a perfect pair," Jongseong mentions and yet, the sarcasm in his voice is sharp and critical.
Heeseung's brows knit further at the younger's statement but he too can't seem to deny as his hardening gaze burns through the initial two. "On the surface they are."
'He is not the only one she adores,' they all selfishly think but appear unbothered aside from their overt jealousy.
"True," Jaeyun agrees confidently, almost vainly. "The only reason why she's so affectionate with Sunoo is because he brought her in."
"Really?" Riki asks curiously and his brows raise. If that is one of the reasons then it's no wonder Sunoo is unrivalled. How can they? Seeing as they took no part whatsoever in saving her.
Jaeyun nods, once again smug. "She told me last time when we were...sharing a moment together. She spoke of how prominent Sunoo is in her life but the only reason being is because she sees him as his saviour. She's indebted to him."
A silence follows as the other five dwell on his words.
"Then...she holds no deep affection for him?" Jungwon asks, wanting assurance as he blinks his cat-like eyes to the older who bobs his head.
"Her affections for Sunoo are as earnest as her feelings for us all."
And all of a sudden, an abrupt greed imbues their chests before it grows and stretches to the ends of each limbโ€”up to the top of their heads down to their toes, the feeling gnaws and festers as a wicked idea surfaces.
If what Jaeyun says is true, that (y/n) likes Sunoo just as she does to them, does that not mean that they are all eligible to gain a position in her heart? The only distinctive factor that separates them from Sunoo is just her sense of gratitude for the addressed due to his heroism.
It is simply just that.
So, if he were to...vanish, per say, does that not mean that they all can vie fairly to be the new conqueror of her heart?
"Why are you all so quiet there??" Sunoo's yell hooks them out of their deviously scheming thoughts and they turn to see him tilting his head at them with a furrow of confusion. "Come! (y/n) says the view will be more wonderful when the sun rises!"
Sunoo swivels on his heels before jogging off to the aforementioned girl who stands near the edge of the cliff while his friends remain unmoving.
The six however, seem to share a similar sound of mind when they turn to one another to exchange ambiguous looks and malignant grins.
They know what they have to do.
"Wah~! The sky is painted in such pretty shades!" Sunoo awes naively with (y/n) by his side, unaware of the approaching six figures from behind. "(y/n), this place isโ€”MMPH!"
A gasp erupts from the girl when she's abruptly pulled back by the shoulders by a pair of strong, large hands while Sunoo is roughly rendered immobile as his wrists are pinned to his back by a brusque grasp while another hand clamps his mouth.
His foxy eyes grow twice their size when he turns to see Heeseung smirking at him with malice glinting in his darkened eyesโ€”immediately looking around frantically to ask for help from his other friends only to see them sporting the same countenances.
Sunoo blinks rapidly, flustered and panicked but he's still very much aware to check on (y/n)โ€”grunting harshly below Heeseung's large, muffling palm when he sees the girl being held back by Riki.
"As much as I agree with this plan, I do think it is unwise for us to let (y/n) be a witness. She will only grow to contempt us from watching us kill her guardian angel," Jongseong voices out rationally from the side, arms crossed and sharp eyes darting between the captured two.
Jungwon clicks his tongue, dissatisfied and vexed at his older friends' rashness that lead to such a messy situation. "Well, it is much too late for that now, is it now? She's already seen usโ€”no, she's watching us right now."
"Do not fret," Sunghoon suddenly chimes and his eyes meet with (y/n)'s glossy ones which turn to a glare instantly and he feels himself shiver with twisted delight. "I know someone who can make her forget all this ever happened. After all, my family has funded for the establishment of a mental institution near our home."
"Excellent!" Jaeyun claps his hand once to show his agreement, toothy grin flashing innocently despite being anything but.
They all then approach Sunoo, backfacing (y/n) in the process as if trying to obstruct her from viewing.
Heeseung lets go of his suffocating grip on the younger's mouth and he gasps for air desperatelyโ€”panting and shaking as the lack of air catches up. But he's quick to recover.
"What is the meaning of this?!" He shrieks, glaring at the others with such ferocity that he almost seems unfamiliar to the rest. "Let me go this instant! Your pranks are not funny!"
Jungwon scoffs, lips pulled to a mocking smirk as he clutches Sunoo's dark locks within his hand and earns a sharp cry from the other. He yanks his head up as he stares daggers into his fox-like eyes. "This is not a jest, Sunoo. What it is, however, is the perfect plan to finally rid you off of your podium and let us have our rightful chance to gain (y/n)'s heart."
His words confuse the older whose brows visibly knit. "Wh-what?"
Jaeyun clicks his tongue with irritation. "Don't feign obliviousness now! You always keep (y/n) by your side, keeping her tethered to you with the excuse of you being her guardian!"
"I never!" Sunoo denies and this in turn, evokes Sunghoon's wrath.
"Is that so? Were you not the one who raged at me, accusing me of trying to 'steal' (y/n) away from you when all I did was suggest for her to get treatment for her wellbeing?" Sunghoon hisses, stepping forward while Won tightens his grip on Sunoo's hair. Hoon scowls at his rival before arching his dark brow challengingly. "Do correct me if I have wrongly misjudged you."
Sunoo can only bite his trembling lip, unable to refute and at his silence, the others begin to bombard him with complaints and cursesโ€”both aimed to bring misery and demise to the poor, young noble.
Meanwhile, (y/n) has been quiet and strangely compliant within Riki's hold and he is honestly bewildered. But his loosening grip becomes taut once more when she suddenly speaks.
"Riki."
Oh, how his heart skips beats just from hearing her mellow, sweet voice call for him.
"yEsโ€”" He clears his throat at the unexpected crack in his voice. "Yes?"
"I thought you wanted to gain my favour," (y/n) then, says and he stays mute, not knowing what he should say. "I thought you said you wanted a chance."
He freezes, eyes widening briefly.
"Do you not want it anymore? Or maybe, were you simply just toying me around like all the others do?"
His throat dries. "Iโ€”No! Of course not! I was never toying with you! My feelings are genuiโ€”!"
"Your actions say otherwise," (y/n) spits abruptly and the ire in her tone makes his knees buckle and face pale.
Is she cross with him? Does she despise him now?
"You betray me," she says coldly, voice firm and rough despite its lack of projection. "You betray us. What we could've had."
The abrupt shift of her tone when he hears it crack and tremble into a feeble whisper makes him shake his head with horror at the realisation that he has disappointed her.
'You betray us. What we could've had.'
Her words echo in his ears and his bottom lip begins to quiver, desperate to justify himself and yet seeing the brutal scene unfolding before themโ€”his brothers belabouring Sunoo both mentally and physicallyโ€”he finds little to no chance of him saving himself.
Has he ruined his chances with her?
After she so kindly and graciously offered him one? Even when she's so patient and lenient by only setting him one condition and that was toโ€”
"Listen," (y/n) shakily says and Riki looks down at the side of her face, heart clenching so suffocatingly he loses his breath. "I thought...you said that you'd listenโ€”that you're a good listener. But perhaps, I should not have given you the benefit of the doubt."
CRACK!
And just like that, Riki's resolve shatters into a million shards and his thoughts have gone haywire.
He wants to rewrite himself for (y/n). He wants to prove that he can be betterโ€”he will be better.
And this objective is so strong and overwhelming, it blinded him. So, so blinding that he doesn't seem to notice how his hands have slipped from (y/n) to instead grapple another before brashly and mindlessly shoving them off the cliff.
A loud shout erupts while heads turn with shock and panic, all eyes widening and jaws falling.
"JAEYUN!" Jongseong shouts frantically as he runs to the edge to see the younger emerging from the water. Thank goodness, the sea is sereneโ€”calm and silent other than the soft splashes made by the smallest waves that hit the ragged sides of the cliff.
He sighs with relief, grateful for natureโ€™s patience and understanding. If the waters were raging, Jaeyun could have suffered a fate much worse.
โ€œRiki! What is the meaning of this??โ€ Heeseung growls, clearly disapproving and upset. โ€œHave you lost your mindโ€”Oh."
Ears perk at the sound of controlled surprise that left their furious eldest's mouth and they follow his hard stare to see Riki standing behind (y/n) whose hand is wrapped around Sunoo's wrist.
Heeseung, with the other 4 nobles standing firm on his side, express bewilderment at the sight of the 3 who are clearly against them. But it does not linger in Heeseung as he's suddenly smirkingโ€”a scoff of disdain escapingโ€”and he wets his bottom lip with a swift swipe of his tongue.
"Oh, so this is how it goes? Behind our backs, you've decided to consort with the enemy and betray your lifelong brotherhood," he hisses and Sunoo furrows deeply.
"Enemy? As in...me?" The latter asks with his tone feeble and shaky. The rims of his eyes are already brimming, glistening with hot tears as he recalls what just transpired.
Jungwon clicks his tongue with irritation as a groan of exasperation rumbles through. "Yes, you! Who else could it be, Sunoo?? If you were not such a selfish bastard who hogs (y/n) all to himself, it would not have gone this far."
Sunoo gasps, his wide shocked eyes meeting the venomous feline eyes of the younger who only scorns.
"It's fine, isn't it? After all, they are still outnumbered," Jongseong points out and the realisation fills the majority group with a sense of triumph. Their previously frigid faces now grinning malevolently as they begin to step closer. "Jungwon, make sure (y/n) remains obedient, will you?"
Jungwon snickers, thrilled as a wicked grin forms. "Of course."
However, just as the four are about to commence with their plan of once again, eliminating Sunoo but now with an addition of Riki, a loud, booming thunder roarsโ€”shaking the ground beneath themโ€”before being followed by an explosive, sharp lightning that rips the skyโ€”making them crouch and cower as they rush to to cover their heads.
The tremble is violent, the sound akin to a banshee's shriek and a heavy storm brews abruptlyโ€”clouds thickening and ridding of any sunlight while its snowy white trait turns into a deep, dark grey. It's all so sudden and unexpected. The previous sunny day seemed to be a mere figment of their imagination from how quickly the weather shifted. It's impossible.
"The waves are picking up! I-I'm starting to get carried away! Find help! AND QUICK!" Jaeyun shouts frantically from the waters. His yell is shaky as the body of water he floats in begin to turn violent. It almost swallows him but he manages to pull himself back up with a sharp gasp of air. His eyes widen with terror as he realizes how precarious of a situation he is in and the colour drains from his face. He flounders in the water as he looks up at the top of the cliff. "HURRY! PLEASE!"
Sunghoon combs his hand through his dark locks stressfully. A sharp hiss sounding as he listens to his brother's desperate calls. "We have to save Jaeyun first. The temperature's fallen and he will soon freeze. The waves will engulf him."
"Sunghoon's right. Search the carriage. There might be a rope or something in the emergency supply box," Heeseung sighs out exasperatedly before approaching the edge to look down at the floundering Jaeyun. "Stay afloat! We will get you some help soโ€”"
"I've tried to be patient," (y/n)'s feminine, eerily calm tune interrupts Heeseung and they all whip their heads to her just to see her with her head hung down. "I've tried to be patient...just for the sake of Sunoo. I wanted him to be able to laugh with his brothers just a bit longer...for the last time."
As if listening to her hauntingly soft voice, the aggression of the waters have quieten, the winds now absent and even the faint rustles of small creatures have vanishedโ€”creating a still dead silence that makes her voice seem to echo.
"'Last time?' What are you..." Jungwon trails off when (y/n) slowly lifts her head to reveal her ghostly pale eyes, a mix between an icy blue and an exotic, venomous caledon with shimmering silver flecks surrounding her slit, pitch black pupils.
He gasps with terror, stumbling back on his heels and crashing against Sunghoon who wears the same, pale-faced look of horror just as the rest are.
But what scares them most is when she smiles, malignant and vengeful, and reveals lines of sharp teeth, sharper than razors that even just seeing makes them feel as if their flesh is being torn by rows and rows of blades.
She's a creatureโ€”a terrorizingly beautiful and bloodthirsty monster. They can see it in her piercing, predatory eyes.
"A witch... She's a witch!" Heeseung shouts accusatorily as he attempts to step back but once again, thunder roars and lightning strikes before the heavy clouds begin to shower bullets. The sounds of turbulent waves crashing against the cliff and the deafening rain muffle their ears from hearing anything else.
"DID I NOT MENTION BEFOREโ€”TO NOT GRAZE EVEN A HAIR ON SUNOOโ€™S HEAD?" (y/n) vociferates with a voice shrill and booming throughout the cliff. Her figure stands at the edge as her cutting gaze fixes on a speechless, petrified Jaeyun.
Sheer fright and panic as he struggles to remain afloat from the violent fearful tremble of his limbs combined with the hostility of the waters that exert his limits.
(y/n)โ€™s reptilian eyes narrow as the ire in them bursts. โ€œYet, you still foolishly ignoreโ€ฆand so you shall pay.โ€
There is no time to wonder on what she means when Jaeyun abruptly begins to scream with excruciating agony. His sounds of pain alert the others who rush to inspect the causeโ€”eyes widening and jaws unscrewing when they witness the horrid sight.
Red begins to diffuse in the water surrounding their fallen brother as he writhes and flails frantically in the pool. Invisible forces seem to be tearing through his clothes and deep into his fleshโ€”creating cut after cut that seems to increase in severity the more it continues.
Jaeyun gargles a mouthful of salty sea water when he momentarily submerges from the overwhelming pain and yet heโ€™s given not a moment of restโ€”continuously yelling and pleading for mercy as his deep injuries sting terribly with a torment like no other.
Itโ€™s as if his whole body is engulfed in flames as the salty liquid seeps into his open flesh and he struggles more and more to stay afloat.
โ€œH-help! Helpโ€ฆ!โ€ Even his desperate cries have grown weakโ€”his throat burning from the salty pool and eyes threatening to shut as the blood loss sends his consciousness slipping.
โ€œWhat is happening?? Whatโ€™s causing him those injuries? Are there sharks below there??โ€ Sunghoon frantically voices, in panic at the terrifying state of his friend.
Jungwon trembles violently, fearful and yet unable to tear his eyes away and thatโ€™s when he sees it. Sharp, shimmering tails. His face blanches immediately as throat dries, his heart thumping so forcefully and quickly from the terror that it seems to wish to escape on its own. โ€œNoโ€ฆthese are not sharks.โ€
And as if awaiting for a more dramatic flair, the figures that have been shredding Jaeyun from below the surface like piranhas emerge with mischievous, devious eyes and wicked grins that display their rows of razor teeth.
They bear the same characteristics as (y/n)โ€”pale, icy eyes that drip with malice and an ethereal beauty so deadly it gags them.
"They cannot help you nor can you help yourself," (y/n)'s voice rings and it surrounds them from every angle, from every direction, even through the deafening storm as if she's enwrapped their headsโ€”yet here she stands upon them. "I am your only salvation."
Chills run down their spines as they attempt to maintain a defensive stance but it's an impossible feat with how heavy the rain isโ€”it quickly bringing them to their knees from its sheer intensity and weight. Fear dominates them as they realise how greatly disadvantaged they areโ€”vision greatly blurred and ears deafened but ironically, they also feel a sense of...excitement.
They can't calm the trepidation and yet, neither can they contain their obvious anticipation of what's to come. Their hearts are racing, cheeks flushing as they wonder what sort of deviousness (y/n) has planned for them.
And that hopeful feeling only multiplies when the sound of her giggles echoโ€”silencing every rational, coherent thought as they physically tremble with titillation.
It's her.
At the end of the day, it's still her. The girl they adore, the girl they admire and have fallen so deeply with to the point of an unhealthy obsession. They've always wanted her, that's the main reason why they even orchestrated to remove Sunoo in the beginning. But now, seeing as how they're so desperately craving her, needing and yearning for her despite seeing her true nature, they realise that they've gone truly insane.
Nevertheless, they think they will truly lose their mind if they are not graced by her presence in the next second.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N), D-DARLING!" Heeseung is the first to crumble as he practically uses all the air in his lungs to howl for the girl. "I'm sorry! I-I never should have acted so foolishly! It is a mistake and I will repent! Justโ€”just let me join you, my love!"
Another giggle and he jolts in his position at the pleasant goosebumps that rise on his skin. He pants before inhaling deeply, about to holler once more but is halted by a hand clasping his mouth with a harsh slap.
(y/n) looms over him, reptilian eyes cutting into his as her long, forked tongue runs across her razor teeth and despite the horrifying nature of her form, Heeseung smiles beneath her hand.
The girl of his dreams, she's come to him.
"Silence yourself or I shall do it for you," she hisses as her fingers dig into his cheek and bends down slightly only to bare her teeth when he attempts to raise himself, desperately chasing after her. "Disgusting."
Still keeping a hand over his mouth, she shifts her focus to the other three who are already staring at her as much as they can with eyes straining due to the stormโ€”hoping to get even a sliver of the attention that she gifts Heeseung.
"Mmph...(y/n), please. Take me back. I-I'm sorry," the eldest of the nobles muffles against her palm as he presses needy kisses against her cold skin. "Pleasepleasepleaseโ€”"
"Enough!" She snaps brusquely and he shudders, eyes fluttering at her command to which she recoils at. A pathetic specimen of a man.
This is not what she wantsโ€”she refuses to let them find pleasure nor contentment from her ministrations and yet, Heeseungโ€™s brain is far too muddled with his affections for her that even her insults are defined as rewards.
She cannot let that be.
Heeseungโ€™s round eyes grow twice their size, bulging out of their sockets and unconcerned for the sharp droplets stinging them as an inexplicable, unendurable pain burns at his cheek.
His voice is untamed, shouting and yelling in pure agony as the taste of his own blood spreads on his tongueโ€”the result of (y/n) ruthlessly, in the slowest, most excruciating manner, stabbing her sharp nails through his cheek until her fingers press down on his wet pink musclle.
Heeseung writhes and thrashes, desperate to flee from her blade fingers as she continues to viciously rip through his soft tissue, nearly ripping his whole jaw but she stops before she reaches that far. She'd hate for him to die so quickly.
Pulling her hand back roughly, she revels in the way he continues to scream through the pain as bloodshot eyes flow endlessly with thick tearsโ€”his body toppling over to land on his back harshly as his skull crashes onto the stone ground.
The large hole at the side of his face oozes with thick, dark blood like a waterfall and into his own mouth as he twitches and jumps like a fish out of water.
She then turns to the other three with a sharp spin and she smiles sweetly although the blood of their brother that drips down her hands as she clasps them express otherwise. โ€œHow rude of me to not entertain the rest of my company. As an apology, I will grant each of you your own personal attendee. Now, wonโ€™t that be swell?โ€
The three nobles are rendered speechless from fright, throat dry and body paralyzed both from her horror and the rapidly dropping temperature. Despite it being supposedly early morning, the day is more fitting to be evening with how the sun is completely veiled behind thick layers of dark gray clouds.
Harsh winds blow, adding more to their chill as if the storm is not sufficient enough to freeze them.
โ€œ(y/n), pleaseโ€ฆ I thought we had something. I thought we were companions,โ€ Jungwon attempts to crack her stony heart and yet the frigid stare she casts him is enough to confirm that she will not be swayedโ€”by any means possible. Tears brim his eyes and he blinks furiously as breaths begin to grow ragged and rushed, desperate.
Sunghoonโ€™s quick to notice that heโ€™s begun to hyperventilate and he grunts, struggling to move his laden figure and clothes to reach the younger. โ€œJ-Jungwon.โ€
This act doesnโ€™t go unseen by (y/n) and yet, she simply turns her head away. They deserve not even a pinch of mercy.
Growing impatient, she thinks she might just finish the job by herself until the melodious song of her people begins to pierce through the air.
Its hypnotizing quality is overwhelming, instantly putting the nobles in a hazy condition, a brief moment of respite, before being abruptly drowned into a sense of deep desolation and uninhibited anguish.
Their previously melodious hums shifted suddenly into bloodcurdling banshee shrieks and wails as they arrive atop the cliffโ€”all wearing white rags and hanging from their shoulders as a poor excuse of clothing however, it only makes them appear more haunting and daunting.
Akin to ghostly, vengeful spirits thirsty for bloodโ€”which in this case, is not entirely false.
The fear and shock that imbue in the kneeled noblesโ€™ figures jolt them immediately, even Heeseung who was writhing against the floor and Jungwon who was struggling for breath.
As if orchestrated before, the maidens all divide themselves to stand behind a man each. The ominous ambiguity of whatโ€™s to come fills the humans with a dread alike no other and theyโ€™ve begun to plead for (y/n) to โ€œgrant us mercy!โ€ or โ€œwe will changeโ€”be better men!โ€
All of which, she disregards.
โ€œAs promised, you all will have a woman eachโ€”is that not to your preference?โ€ (y/n) mocks, tone light as if she is doing them a favour and yet the condescension that paints her features are a telltale sign of her true intention.
Her words make them quickly shake their heads. Theyโ€™ve seen the fate that has befallen Jaeyun as he was ripped to shreds in the waters before.
As if hearing their thoughts, (y/n) grins and with a snap of her fingers, another maiden arrives with a limp body carried in her strong arms before itโ€™s dropped carelessly in front of the four.
Their eyes widen and jaws drop to see their brotherโ€”whom they assumed was deadโ€”wheezing laboriously as blood continues to spill out of his deep, flesh cuts that are carved into every surface of his bod.
His expensive attire now completely stained with a crimson shade while his skin is paled with almost a bluish undertone.
Heโ€™s still aliveโ€”surviving, to be exactโ€”and yet he already looks like a corpse. Jaeyunโ€™s eyelids flutter as he attempts to lift them but to no avail and he continues to pant and moan feebly at the excruciating torment, not even aware that his brothers are by his side.
โ€œJaeyun!โ€ Jungwon calls out, feline eyes round, but heโ€™s restricted from uttering another word when the siren behind him roughly clasps his mouth with her cold hand, the other grappling his shoulder with long sharp nails that sink into his flesh.
He grunts against her palm as blood seeps through his shirt from his fresh wounds.
(y/n) giggles, a sound too sweet for someone so diabolical and the nobles thrash within the grasps of their captor when theyโ€™re abruptly immobilized by the siren standing behind them.
Each of the mystical being now standing on their knees as their arms wrap around the man relentlesslyโ€”mimicking (y/n) who holds the same pose with the dying Jaeyun in her embrace.
โ€œTheyโ€™ve made quite the masterpiece with Jaeyun,โ€ (y/n) starts as her lips graze the shell of his ear down to the crook of his neck, the smell and taste of his blood drowning her sensesโ€”pupils dilating and forked tongue running across her bottom lip. She then turns to the sirens with a glint in her eye. โ€œIf you will, ladies, mirror the art that I hold now?โ€
And without warning, shrieks and screams of terror and agony rip through the heavy storm as the sirens mercilessly begin to ravage the nobles with their sharp long nails and predatory teeth.
Even when the humans beg to be saved, plead for them to stop, they all fall on deaf ears as the sirens seem to find enjoyment in their torture.
High pitched giggles and laughter emit from the group of enchanting women as they continue their ruthless savagery to the battered lords.
(y/n) stares with sparkling orbs, awed, before she turns her head to the side to face Sunoo and Riki who are held tightly by a siren eachโ€”although, not quite in the same predicament as their brothers.
She tilts her head, brows dip and lips in a faux pout. โ€œDo you see what happens to bad men? You should be grateful that you are not among them.โ€
Riki with dark hair matted to his forehead from the rain, gulps as his fingers twitch by his sides. His eyes refuse to stray from his childhood friends despite the gruesome sight that is displayed. However, deep within his chest, he canโ€™t help but feel somewhatโ€ฆrelieved.
With his five brothers gone, there are less rivals to compete with to gain (y/n)โ€™s affections. With his brothers gone, he can finally do as he wishes without their haughty, domineering presences that always overlook him due to his young age.
With them gone, he can finally have (y/n) all to himself. Of course, there is a matter of Sunoo but he has always been the softest, kindest among them. Heโ€™s more than certain that Sunoo will be willing to share. Especially now that heโ€™s lost all of his friends, Sunoo is expected to want to hold anyone thatโ€™s left close to himโ€”and that is Riki.
His dark, twisted mindset is left unknown by Sunoo whose face is flushed red and moist not only from the rain but the thick waterfall of tears that cascade down his cheeks.
The latter is trembling in his stance as his hands are clenched tightly. Watching his friends, his brothers, family, being murdered right in front of him ruins his mentality in a way that canโ€™t be reversed.
Heโ€™s despondent, grieving and sympathetic yet at the same time, heโ€™s confused, awed and accepting. Because who is he to deny the accusations that they are men of corruption? Theyโ€™re vile people, wicked and selfish. It is no wonder that they are now suffering from the price of their sins.
Yet at the same time, theyโ€™re his close friends. They grew up together, spent time with each other more than they do with their own families. So to see them being tortured in such inhumane way ruins him.
โ€œ(y-y/n),โ€ he managed to croak out and despite it being deafened completely by the raging storm, (y/n) manages to catch itโ€”eyes shifting from Riki to him in an instant. โ€œPlease...โ€
Hearing his plead, (y/n) ponders for a moment before suddenly raising her hand that previously held Jaeyunโ€™s jaw and the sirens halt.
Despite their pause however, the four men continue to writhe and groan exhaustedly as the pain from their multiple injuries continues to send ineffable agonizing sensations shooting through their limbs and shutting every other sensations.
โ€œSunoo,โ€ (y/n) calls, her voice in that same echoey, haunting yet dulcet quality. Her arm outstretches to him and the siren that holds him easily loosens her grip to which he quickly escapes to instead, run to the maiden that holds his heart.
โ€œPlease stop this,โ€ Sunoo whispers with a crack in his voice, eyes constantly flooding with tears even as he searches her face for an answer. His pale, quivering hands reach up to cup her face as his thumbs gently caress her wet skin. โ€œPlease, please, (y/n). I canโ€™t bare to watch this any longer.โ€
His words are heavy, deep with genuine remorse and desperation before he breaks down into complete sobs. Short inhales and shuddering exhales as he brings his face closer to the girlโ€”nose brushing against hers before he places a chaste kiss on her lips. โ€œI beg of you.โ€
He pulls away, expecting to see that delicate, fond smile that she always graces him and yet what greets him is pure nonchalance, almost like the face of a porcelain doll as she blinks.
โ€œHow brazen. Do you truly think you are innocent enough simply because I do not punish you as I do them? How adorable,โ€ she coos condescendingly and Sunooโ€™s face falls, shocked and bewildered. He yelps when she abruptly yanks his head back by the hairโ€”the pain stinging and bringing tears to his already brimming eyes. โ€œDo you think that just because I hold affection for you, your past sins are now irrelevant? Because that is simply foolish, Sunoo. There are many, many that have become victims to your iniquitous deeds. And until now, they are still suffering.โ€
Sunoo can only bite his tongue at her words. Sheโ€™s right. She has always been. It is true that heโ€™s done a great deed of evil and it costed the peace and sometimes even, lives, of others.
And heโ€™s only begun to realise that when she came into his life. He strived to be better for her, to provide his people with a comfort that they rightfully deserve since way before and heโ€™s proved that heโ€™s capable of it. He has changed.
But never once did he ever regret his undoing from the past. Never once did he take a moment to sit and mourn for the people whose lives he has ruined. He has completely forgotten them, hoping to simply conceal them from existence by being good.
โ€œI-Iโ€™m sorry,โ€ Sunoo sniffles, biting his lip with an intensity that draws blood. โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€
(y/n)โ€™s heart aches and she frowns, tightening her grip on his hair before tossing him away haphazardly. โ€œIt is not me you should apologise too, but the people.โ€
He crashes against the stony ground of the cliff and the sounds of his brothers screaming and howling fill his ears once more as the sirens resume their activity.
Sunoo curls into a ball with hands tight against his ears as if it will drown out the product of his brothersโ€™ misery.
And this goes on and on until theyโ€™re practically holding onto their dear life by a thread. With eyes that struggle to open, mauled chests that rise and drop as if theyโ€™re weighted by bricks and figures completely marred by lacerations on every surface of their skin and flesh. Their faces and limbs mangled beyond recognition.
The storm calms too, now turned into a light drizzle and Sunoo finally rises to sit albeit weakly before whimpering as the sight of his friends lying inert in their own pool of blood greets his vision. He can still hear their desperate, harrowing screams for mercy, to be alleviated from the pain with a quick deathโ€”โ€œjust KILL ME! please! PLEASE!โ€โ€”echoing in his head like an everlasting mantra.
The sirens now completely vanished from thin air as if they were never there. Only the damage they've inflicted on his brothers are proof of their existence.
โ€œRiki, come here,โ€ (y/n) beckons and the young lord immediately moves as soon as he's unboundโ€”being in a much better condition than Sunoo although the thick gloss on his eyes, grit teeth and knit in his brows belie his indifferent front.
He lowers himself to one knee beside (y/n) and tries his best not to cast his gaze onto the whimpering, debilitated Jaeyun in her hold and yet his attempts are proven futile at (y/n)'s request.
"Can you help me clean up?"
Riki blinks before nodding without a moment's hesitation. "What do you want me to tidy?"
The girl says nothing although the sly yet, almost sympathetic mien that forms on her visage tells him.
His plush lips part as the air is knocked out of his lungs. Even the light and warmth of the sun that has finally begun to peek from behind the clouds do nothing to comfort him.
"Y-yes?" He sounds shakily, eyes darting to Jaeyun and at (y/n)'s definitive nod, he slumpsโ€”eyes wide and spirit withered as if it wasn't already draining before.
"Is this not exactly what you wanted? To have me all to yourself?" The maiden tempts, voice wispy and melodious, upon seeing the hesitation flickering in his quivering pupils and he inhales sharply at the feel of her cold hand against his cheek before being completely rendered breathless by the proximity of her face.
She smiles against his lips and he feels it through the slight graze she graces him withโ€”adam's apple bobbing as he feels his rationale and kinship towards his brothers beginning to diminish to the back of his head. (y/n) pulls away just enough to run her gaze across his features, seeing the black of his eyes widen as ears blush before angling her head and leaning forward.
However, just as their upper lips touch, she retracts completely and Riki grunts softly at the lack of contactโ€”frowning in protest and yet, unable to complain.
Her ministrations are brief, fleeting and still, so seductive.
The promise of getting that attention from her is enough to fuel his fire and that's what brings him to the edge of the cliff with the limp body of Jaeyun in his arms.
"R-Riki?" Sunoo stutters, eyes wide with fear at what the younger is about to commit while the latter ignoresโ€”taking only a few seconds pause before his arms drop and Jaeyun's figure falls freely with a harsh, heavy splash.
And at that moment, Riki can only think of one thing: how truly grateful he is that they're dying. He can't trust himself to be able to do the same thing if they still had the will to fight for their lives.
"Riki, stop!" Sunoo pleads, voice hoarse as he stumbles to his feet.
SPLASH! Down goes Heeseung.
"Riki! Please!"
SPLASH! And now the water is Jongseong's eternal bed.
"STOP!" Sunoo commands as he rushes to reach the younger.
SPLASH! The pearls are returned home with Sunghoon's descent.
"NISHIMURA RIKI!" Sunoo roars, hand tights around Riki's forearm as he brings Jungwon's flailing body in his hold. The youngest turns to meet the furious yet deeply broken gaze of the older as he pants. "What...what are you doing?"
"She asked me to," Riki simply replies, face stoic. "And I listened."
Sunoo's grip tightens. "How could you?? Have you gone insaโ€”??"
"Have you not?" Riki abruptly interjects and the other flinches backwards when the former turns his whole body towards him. "After witnessing the horrors that have been bestowed upon, you've still retained your sanity?"
The older's fingers uncurl from the other.
"No... Actually, you've lost your mind way earlier before, haven't you? The first of us to," Riki scoffs while the other furrows, unnerved. "You're the first to have fallen into her trap, hyung. You've kept her with you, allowing her to poison our heads and making us her victims one by one while simultaneously making sure you've monopolized herโ€”that end of the day, she will always return to you."
His accusations are sharp and yet, groundless. It's incredulous. He's ridiculous. "What on Earth are you saying? I never had such motive!" Sunoo denies.
Riki laughs, head thrown back as his grip around Jungwonโ€™s mangled form tightens, making the weakened man to flinch amidst his state between conscious and unconsciousness. And yet, their youngest barely bats an eye. โ€œYou may think Iโ€™m a fool just like the others always do. Must think Iโ€™m daft enough to not be able to see through that halo you wear on your head. But I am notโ€”I can see how selfish you truly are, how greedy. You cannot tell me that you donโ€™t feel the slightest bit of relief knowing that you no longer have to share (y/n) with the hyungs. I know that deep down, youโ€™re just as corrupted as we all areโ€”after all, you are friends with us.โ€
The older curls his fingers into a fist, shaking and foxy eyes sharpened. Rikiโ€™s wrong. Heโ€™s not what the younger says he is. Heโ€™s better than them. Despite those adamant refute in his head however, Sunoo canโ€™t seem to find his voice to verbalize them.
Because hidden underneath, stuffed inside a heavily guarded and locked chest in his heart, Sunoo himself seems to realise that the youngerโ€™s words are nothing short of truth.
And Riki, the ever so observant Riki who is always overlooked, knows this.
He takes another step forward, practically a hairโ€™s width away from the pretty faced noble if it isnโ€™t for Jungwon that remains caged in his arms and separating the two. A long exhale escapes as he looks down at the shorter with crazed eyes paired with the devious smirk that curls onto his faceโ€”bending down slightly to be face-to-face.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry to say however, that you still have to share (y/n),โ€ Ki taunts, wet hair falling over his eyes and making look more insane and villainous than he already is. The drizzle that continues making the atmosphere more grim and Sunooโ€™s eyes widen at his statement. โ€œBecause lo and behold, I am still here and you can do nothing about it. Sunoo hyung is after all, much too soft that even when his lovely girl was having fun with his friends he chose to turn a blind eye. Unfortunately for him, Iโ€™m not as delicate and I will not stop until I make (y/n) mine and mine alone.โ€
Hearing those words spill past his lips, that declaration that drips with venom, Sunooโ€™s mouth gapes as his whole body stiffens.
โ€˜Heโ€™s going to take (y/n)?โ€™ His mind asks as warning sirens blare incessantly in his head and deafen his every thought except for that of Rikiโ€™s statement to take his beloved for himself. โ€˜He wishes to rob my love away from me? To deny me of her?โ€™
All while this plays, (y/n) watches from afar like one does in theatreโ€”sitting leisurely on her legs with hands folded on her lap as she stares. Her pupils large as they flicker between the two with interest.
She awaits for the conclusion, to see how long this feud will last and who will remain standing. If she has to choose however, secretly she hopes that Sunoo will prevail. After all, sheโ€™s grown quite fond of him. But at the same time, itโ€™s dangerousโ€”to be attached to someone is daunting.
Not that she thinks that Sunoo will win of course. Because in order to be like her, one must know when to be cold-hearted when needed, to be unafraid to get their hands dirty. To be able to stay by her side and be her companion, she needs not a man who will die for her, no. Instead, she needs someone who will live and kill for her.
And Sunoo is just as Riki says, too sofโ€”
SPLASH! SPLASH!
(y/n) snaps her head back to where the two stood, momentarily distracted by her thoughts and sheโ€™s just about to stand and congratulate Riki for his victoryโ€”that is, until sheโ€™s met with the unexpected sight of Sunoo standing at the edge of the cliff with arms quivering violently by his sides and nails digging into his palms so severely that it draws blood.
He standsโ€ฆalone, in all his glory.
The maidenโ€™s tinted lips part as she approaches the young man and her hand gently rests on his shoulder that rises and falls strongly at the heavy yet shaky breaths that he takes. โ€œSunooโ€ฆโ€
Her voice returns to how it usually is, soothing and lulling without that haunting echo that follows and the otherโ€™s breaths hitch. She momentarily shifts her gaze to the waters far below them, seeing the fallen bodies of her victims with an addition of one who in fact, did not perish by her hands.
Rikiโ€™s floundering frantically in the pool, struggling to stay afloat and yelling for help but heโ€™s instantly hushed by a pair of bony fingers that cup his eyesโ€”blinding him before they dig into his sockets, ridding him of his pretty orbs with her long, unforgiving sharp nails.
The siren giggles gleefully at his roars and yells of pain before she mercilessly drags him deep down under, prolonging his death as he slowly drowns.
And then, utter silence.
No more rain, no more wind and not a single wave crashing nor birds chirping.
Itโ€™s done. Everythingโ€ฆis done.
โ€œHe threatened to take you from me,โ€ Sunoo suddenly says, voice just above a whisper as his breaths slow to a calm. His eyes still set on the sea below them yet mind elsewhere. โ€œHe wanted to steal you away. To deprive me of you. I abhorred it.โ€
He turns his head to her, finally facing him and the insanity that swirls in his otherwise hollow eyes brings shivers up and down her spineโ€”even more so when his hands reach to cup her face. The trembles are unceasing and he stares into her eyes almost manically, searching and digging through them with a sentiment even sheโ€™s unsure of. โ€œNo one can take you from me. No one. I am yours, all yours, just as you are mine. You know that, right? You understand why I had to do what I did, right? Right, (y/n)?โ€
The need for her to validate him, for her to accept him even after the sins heโ€™s committed is heavy, overwhelming.
He did it for her, she knows that, right? She has to.
(y/n) only smiles as she keeps her gaze on his and that alone is enough for himโ€”instantly pulling her into a bone-crushing embrace as if the slightest space between them will cause for her to slip away.
His face is deep in the crook of her neck and she stays as he continues to drench her skin with his hot, rapid tears. His amalgamation of each and every emotion sending him into a wreck and he only sobs and pants more when he feels her hand stroking the back of his headโ€”her touches now harmless and tender at the absence of her tearing nails.
โ€œYouโ€™ll be with me forever,โ€ he shakily declares, breath steaming against her neck and she nods, imbuing a sense of contentment within him as he sighs.
โ€œYou lived for me, and killed for me,โ€ (y/n) states endearingly and she smiles. โ€œYouโ€™re truly perfect.โ€
And the two lovers stayed there, in each otherโ€™s warm embrace and silent company before they disappear from the eyes of humans, never to be seen again.
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Many, many centuries laterโ€ฆ
โ€œWalk faster, man! Why are you so slow??โ€ Jake grunts at Jay and the latter rolls his eyes obnoxiously.
"Maybe, if someone helped, things would be much quicker," Jay huffs with a glare directed to the younger as he lifts his arms up to secure his grip on the girl he carries.
Jake shrugs. "I won the drinking game so you and Sunghoon have to do the dirty work."
Not long after, Hoon can be seen tagging behind with another unconscious girl in his hold. His brows knit at the two's bickering but soon their focus shifts as a black, classy van slows down beside them at a distance away from the club they emerged from.
The three young men quieten as the door slides open and Heeseung steps out.
"About time!" Sunghoon complains and Heeseung ignores, his eyes instead zoning in on the two girls the younger three have chosen. His face remains indifferent and...bored. For some reason, Seung can't find seem to feel any spark for anyone no matter how eye-catching or charming they may be.
And yet, he keeps doing it. They all keep doing itโ€”going to the club at random nights, hooking up with various different girls and sometimes even going as far as spiking their drinks, getting them intoxicated before bringing them home.
Even after so long, they've remained so...corrupt.
"Jungwon," Jay greets with a nod when the said boy climbs out of the van to let Sunghoon and him lay the girls in. The older's brows knit as he peers behind him. "Where's Ni-ki?"
He's promptly answered when the mentioned guy joins them, black headphones covering his ears and overgrown bangs falling over his eyes.
He only glances at his hyungs and their chosen girls for the night before focusing back on his phone, gaming without end. Unlike the rest of his friends, he's not very enthusiasticโ€”not very involved in their activities and prefers being on his own.
But he and Jake are neighbours, always been since they were young so naturally, he spends most of his time with Jake who spends a lot of his time with the other four.
He's never been the one to take part in their 'hobbies,' and yet he's always the one who cleans them upโ€”to be the one to comfort the girls when they wake up, to explain and apologize with thick, sticky guilt coursing through his veins and clogging up his throat.
To be the shoulder they cry on or the punching bag they strike just so they can feel better before they get sent away with the hyungs giving them hush money.
Itโ€™s a repetitive cycle.
โ€œTheyโ€™re so out cold,โ€ Jake almost cackles when he sees the girls unconscious at the back of their van and he runs his tongue across his bottom lip.
Heeseung sighs, hands in his pockets as he opens the driver seat door. โ€œCome on, letโ€™s go.โ€
They all start climbing back into the vehicle, the youngest being last but he stops just as his foot makes it inโ€”focus stolen by another who stands a few steps away from them.
Ni-ki furrows as he meets eyes with the other who seems strangely poised andโ€ฆexpectant as he continues his staring contest. A glint in his foxy eyes while unblemished milky pale skin seems to glitter beneath the moonlight. His lips and cheeks are in a soft rosy shade while bleached, silky blonde locks fall perfectly onto his forehead and eyes, adorning his visages.
Heโ€™s beautifulโ€”too beautiful, even. Almost inhumanly at that so why, why does Ni-ki feel a foreboding chill shiver down his spine?
Especially when the other tilts his head with a taunting smirk, eyes squinting to give a playful sentiment with a brow cocking upwards.
โ€œNi-ki! Whatโ€™s going on outโ€”โ€
Jaeyun too, freezes the moment he sees the seventh presence that watches them from afar and finding his reaction strange, the others make their own exitโ€”each and every one of them sporting the same look and mannerism upon seeing the unknown young man.
โ€œLong time no see,โ€ Sunoo says from afar, voice slightly raised to reach them as he approaches. The chill of the night seems to peak and the six figures shiver subtly, white puffs of air escaping past their lips. โ€œA really long time, actually. I doubt youโ€™ll remember meโ€”not without her help, anyways.โ€
For a reason unknown (to the six at least), Ni-ki flinches backwards right as Sunoo halts in front of themโ€”almost as if heโ€™s fearful to which Sun only grins at.
โ€œWhoโ€ฆwho are you?โ€ Jungwon asks, voice only above a whisper but the tension encasing them is so thick and suffocating that the air feels stiff, any other sound deafened that his whisper almost resounds.
Sunoo grins, eyes upturned to a deceivingly sweet extent. โ€œItโ€™s not me you should ask about.โ€
An abrupt gust of wind knocks them off their feet and they stumble to the floorโ€”all but Ni-ki who remains unaffected alongisde Sunoo.
โ€œWhat the fck?? Is a storm coming??โ€ Jake grunts as he groans, sitting on his heels as he begins to stand but is stopped by another presence that towers above him. A sweet scent surrounds him and his heart skips beat after beat, racing erratically from fear? Excitement?
Heโ€™s not sure but heโ€™s unable to resist the temptation to lift his headโ€”meeting eyes with whom he can say the most ethereal, breathtaking bell he has ever laid eyes on.
And yet, the smile playing on her lips and gaze that bores into his speaks of a calamitous quality. Her beguiling beauty a mere facade to the devastating catastrophe that she carries.
But does Jake turn away? Not even once.
โ€œ(y/n)โ€ฆโ€ He mumbles, eyes wide and pupils blown as they study her features.
She grins. โ€œHi, Jaeyunโ€”or do you prefer Jake? As that is your name in the present.โ€
Jake blinks rapidly, confused at his own utterance when she suddenly steps back to review the group as a wholeโ€”Sunoo immediately latching himself behind her as he buries his nose into her hair, sighing with an inexplicable relief and delight from her presence.
โ€œAfter all these years, youโ€™ve stayed the same. Canโ€™t say that Iโ€™m surprised,โ€ (y/n) scoffs, eyeing each and every one of their bemused yet deeply enraptured miens until she stops at one.
Nishimura Riki.
Upon meeting his eyes, the smirk on her face softens and her smile shifts to something more genuine, more endearing and she offers a hand to which he feels a strong, overwhelming urge to hold.
โ€œThis time, youโ€™ll help me again, wonโ€™t you?โ€ (y/n) asks and although her request is vague, Riki doesnโ€™t resist the temptation to acceptโ€”his hand instantly finding place over hers and receiving a jolting buzz that fires through him.
He gasps, eyes widening as memories from centuries away flood through his mind and he grunts, hands flying to clasp his head from the overbearing pain that knocks against his skull.
But (y/n) pays no mind, only reaching out again to hold his wrist which catches his attention.
She flutters her lashes, sickeningly sweet, as her lips pull to a delicate smile. โ€œBut this time, youโ€™ll be by my side just as Sunoo is. Theyโ€™ve been bad, havenโ€™t they? To you, to everyone?โ€
Riki sniffs, unaware of the tears that spill past his lash line as his memories return. Trembling lips agape, he lets out a shaky breath before nodding, palms still tight against his head.
(y/n) coos, comforting him before her eyes shift to the 5 others who seem dazed, stuck under an enchantment as they struggle to keep themselves grounded. โ€œYouโ€™ll listen again this time, wonโ€™t you?โ€
Again, Ni-ki nods, finding comfort in her being as he melts into her hand that cups his cheek.
The girl titters and her eyes shift to that icy pale hue that both deters and pulls him in. โ€œDonโ€™t worry, after just a little change, youโ€™ll be perfect. You agree, donโ€™t you, Sunoo?โ€
Ni-ki gulps when he moves his stare to Sunoo whose arms tighten around her waist. He nods, muttering an โ€˜Of course,โ€™ through the light kisses he plants on her hair but when he turns to the younger, the latterโ€™s rendered breathless by the sight of his icy, serpentine eyes and forked tongue that slithers out as he grins manically.
โ€œHeโ€™ll be the perfect addition.โ€
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โ€”๏ฝ›๐ŸŽ‚๏ฝ... LUVYENI'S; MAIN MASTERLIST !
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DISCLAIMER:: โ€ผthis is a work of fiction , all the stories below do not represent the idols in any way.
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โ€”๏ฝ›๐Ÿฐ๏ฝ... STRAY KIDS !
BANG CHAN
curious (m)
fear (m)
LEE KNOW
lonely (m)
listening ft. felix (m)
no permission ft. hyunjin (m)
CHANGBIN
first match (m)
lock you up (m)
let me use you (m)
HYUNJIN
distracted (m)
no permission ft. lee know (m)
forever with you (m)
HAN
audience ft. jeongin (m)
FELIX
dlmlu (m)(a)
1 am (m)
listening ft. leeknow (m)
tensions rising (m)
not together (you're mine) (m)
SEUNGMIN
car picnic (m)
I.N
mini skirt (m)
audience ft. jisung (m)
hands (m)
louder (m)
bad day (m)
OT8
loser has to share (m) (fic)
the condom breaks (m)
not friends but not friends (s)
perv/yandere!skz with 9th member (m)
a court of thorns and roses (series)(m)(a)(f)
sexting with skz (1)(2)
STRAYKIDS HARD THOUGHTS HERE !
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โ€”๏ฝ›๐Ÿฐ๏ฝ... ENHYPEN !
JUNGWON
HEESEUNG
campus secrets (f)
girl on the train (m)
make it up to me (m)
JAY
take it slow (m)
another one(m)
forever and always (m)
JAKE
good girl (m)
SUNGHOON
prettiest girl (m)
SUNOO
NI-KI
OT7
type of student they are (f)
not friends but not together (s)
different tropes with enhypen hyung line (m)
sexting with enhypen hyung line (1)(2)(3)
ENHYPEN HARD THOUGHTS HERE !
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โ€”๏ฝ›๐Ÿฐ๏ฝ... TOMORROW X TOGETHER !
SOOBIN
all mines (m)
YEONJUN
late night (m)
never again (m)
BEOMGYU
right now (m)
TAEHYUN
study (m)
HUENING KAI
ready for bed
OT5
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friends leaving you out (a)(f)
member looking at you (a)
teasing them and leaving (m)
free use with with tubatu and 6th member (m)
sexting with tubatu (1)(2)
TUBATU HARD THOUGHTS HERE !
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โ€” ๏ฝ›๐Ÿฐ๏ฝ... NCT DREAM !
MARK
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RENJUN
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JENO
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camera ready 00' line (series)(m)
HAECHAN
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CHENLE
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first time (m)
first time pt. 2 (m)
lollipop
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OT7
backstage (m) (fic)
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hand jobs with dream (m)
sharing a bed with dream (m)
sexting with nct dream (1)(2)
NCT DREAM HARD THOUGHTS HERE !
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โ€”๏ฝ›๐Ÿฐ๏ฝ... NCT 127 !
TAEIL
TAEYONG
JOHNNY
that shirts (m)
wash day (m)
YUTA
whenever he wants (m)
DOYOUNG
on the edge (m)
JAEHYUN
JUNGWOO
OT7
sexting with nct 127 (1)
NCT HARD THOUGHTS HERE !
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lacuna | pjs.
pairings: park jongseong x reader
synopsis: right after the disappearance of your bestfriend, you felt a big part of you missing. jay park, the rich school bad boy suddenly steps in to fill that gap. you let yourself fall into his trap, without knowing that his group of friends were the reason of your misery.
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warnings: yandere themes, mention of kidnapping, enhypen being obsessed, obsessive love, dark love and abuse of power & money. (let me know if i missed some)
note: this is jayโ€™s entry for our yandere mini series. next part that will be posted is probably limerence (heeseungโ€™s) part two. anyway, i hope you enjoy this one. replies and reblogs are highly encouraged. please please please! thank you so much, ily and stay safe!
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โ€œWhereโ€™s Mom and Dad?โ€ Jay asks while walking down the stairs. Some of their family helpers awaits him by the end of their long grand staircase.
โ€œThey left for a business trip, young master.โ€ their head maid was the one who answered him. Jay sighs in dismay and gradually headed towards the main door of their mansion.
โ€œYoung master, how about breakfast?โ€
He rolled his eyes as his driver almost stumble to catch up on his pace. โ€œI donโ€™t want to eat all alone.โ€ he spat coldly then heads to his service car without saying another word.
His drive towards their school is quiet. He tried to look out to the carโ€™s window to divert his attention and ease his upset mood. This isnโ€™t a great way to start his week. If he lets this affect him too much, his whole week is already ruined.
As their car parks right at the vacant slot on their schoolโ€™s parking lot, his phone rang. He picks it up without checking who it was.
โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œWhere you at, dude? Weโ€™re here by the field.โ€ it was one of his friends, Jake.
He sighs, โ€œI just arrived the school. Iโ€™ll be there in five.โ€ he lazily says.
โ€œOkay, hurry up!โ€ and he ended the call.
Jay rolls his eyes and his driver opens the car door for him. He went out and hangs one of his bagโ€™s strap to his shoulder before walking to the direction of the field. He was planning to stop by the lockerโ€™s but since his friends demands him to go meet them, he have no other choice.
If people will be asked to describe Park Jongseongโ€”also known as Jay, they will surely say that he probably have everything. Money, good looks, talent and influence. But thatโ€™s just what people see. Theyโ€™re actually right. Heโ€™s handsome and the only heir to his parents' successful travel agency that have a lot of branches around the world.
Thereโ€™s only one problem. For some reasons, despite having all these things and powers, Jay seems to feel empty. Like thereโ€™s a part of him that is missing that no other things can fulfill.
He already found a solution for that problem tho... And he will do everything in order to have itโ€” more like her.
โ€œTook you long enough.โ€ Sunghoon stated as he walk closer to where theyโ€™re sat. Heeseungโ€™s by the corner, eyes fixated at his phone screen. Jakeโ€™s in front of them and Jungwonโ€™s beside him.
โ€œWhatโ€™s so important that weโ€™re gathering here early in the morning?โ€ he asks lazily then yawned. Sunoo rolls his eyes before focusing on Jake once again.
โ€œSunghoon will be executing our plan next week.โ€ Jake announced that instantly drains Jayโ€™s sleepiness. His senses starting to be more active as his friend walk them through the whole plan once again. Just to make sure everything will go smoothly.
โ€œOh yeah? Do you need help with anything?โ€ Jay glances to Sunghoonโ€™s side and he saw his friendโ€™s relaxed look on his face.
He shakes his head, โ€œEverythingโ€™s ready.โ€
He nods his head and continued listening to what Jake's saying. His friends are all quiet and just made sure theyโ€™re taking notes of the things he was asking to check before next week.
โ€œThere you are!โ€ their heads snapped at the side when one voice interrupts. Jayโ€™s brows raised at the same time at your familiar pretty face as you slightly pants after making at the bench where theyโ€™re gathered.
You sent Jay glares before glancing to the two boys standing near you, โ€œIโ€™m so sorry to interrupt you, Jake and Jungwon.โ€ palms resting at your hips while panting to catch your breath.
โ€œItโ€™s fine, y/n. Whatโ€™s up?โ€ Jake smiles warmly.
You raised your hand and directed your pointer finger towards Jay.
โ€œHim. I need him to come with me.โ€ your words rings through Jayโ€™s mind, almost making him space out completely. Some of his friends snickers chuckle secretly at how funny his reaction was.
โ€œJay?โ€ Jake astounded tone made you glance at his direction. His eyes big and confused.
โ€œHe has detention and he skipped it yesterday.โ€ you announced that made Yang Jungwonโ€” the student council president sigh in disbelief.
Jay shrugs his shoulders off and eyed you with a small grin on his face. Your glares turned sharper as you think of many ways to end him today. Heโ€™s seriously giving you a hard time. You joined the student council for the extra points and stress is what youโ€™re getting lately because of him.
โ€œAll right, heโ€™s all yours.โ€ Jungwon says and even laid his hand to the air, indicating that heโ€™s letting you take his friend.
Jay snorted and stood up voluntarily. A playful grin plays through his sexy thin lips, โ€œYou heard the man. Iโ€™m all yours.โ€ and he even sent you a wink.
Your cheeks blushed instantly, but you donโ€™t make it too obvious. Instead of thinking about it too much, you swat his arm then drag him to your building. He chuckles, totally unbothered and didnโ€™t even complained about it.
โ€œJust admit it, y/n. You like me, donโ€™t you?โ€ his taunting tone made you halt your steps, ears turning red.
โ€œDo you think Iโ€™m crazy? I donโ€™t like you!โ€ you hissed at him.
His smirk fell that caught you off-guard. Your face turned pale when you saw a glimpse of his eyes cold while staring at you. It was very odd. Jayโ€™s always mischievous and always the one teasing you. Heโ€™s never been like this.
โ€œYou sure about that?โ€ his serious tone sent direct chills to your spine, making you nervous.
โ€œH-Huh? Whatโ€™s with you...โ€ you stuttered.
He stared at you silently for a bit more before he suddenly burst out laughing, making you furrow your brows. You stayed silent, not saying anything. Youโ€™re stunned and confuse to whatโ€™s happening.
โ€œDid I scare you?โ€ he continued laughing, even folding while holding his stomach that seems to start hurting from laughing so much.
Your face turned red out of anger and your hand quickly hit him by his arm. He groaned and caress it gently, eyes shooting glares at you.
โ€œYouโ€™ve been hitting me too much lately.โ€ he commented that you tried to ignore and started walking ahead of him.
Jay chuckles again and tried to catch up which you responded by acting like as if heโ€™s not there. His grin grew wider at how youโ€™re acting. He reaches for your arm and you tries to shove it off. He fails to grab you on the first two tries, then the third one his grip is tight.
โ€œWhat?โ€ tone sounding a bit annoyed.
โ€œI thought youโ€™re taking me to detention?โ€
โ€œYour detention is later after class. I fetch you to help me grab our textbooks at the faculty room.โ€ you cannot keep your stares that made him grin even more.
โ€œDo I make you nervous?โ€ he asks.
You pursed your lips and looked at him with a flashing guilt in your eyes. He suppress himself from laughing loud to prevent making you feel more embarrassed. He sighs and licks his lips.
โ€œLetโ€™s go, Iโ€™ll ignore it for you.โ€ and he slide both of his hands inside his trouserโ€™s pocket before walking towards the direction of the faculty.
Your gaze bore onto the back of his head, mind slowly spacing out. People around you often says how you two can never get along with each other. It is true. Most of the times, you two are arguing. But what other people doesn't know is that you secretly likes the bad boy, Park Jongseong.
โ€œSaw you with Jay a while ago.โ€ you sighed and looks at (friend name) smiling meaningfully at you.
โ€œDonโ€™t even start...โ€
She laughed, โ€œCome on! I seriously think he likes you back. Why not confess?โ€
She rests her back at the railings of the corridor while you stand facing it, watching the field beneath you filled with students either playing soccer or trying to kill time until their next classes.
โ€œItโ€™s not that easy.โ€ thatโ€™s true. Jay live through the days knowing that always you despise him. With how stingy you act around him, he probably have no clue. He will surely tease you to death once he knew his feelings for you. Thatโ€™s honestly the last thing you wanted.
โ€œHmm, I know.โ€ and your friend let out a heavy sigh.
This time, you smirked and raised an eyebrow at her.
โ€œYou basically indirectly confessed to Park Sunghoon. Almost everyone in the school knows about your feelings.โ€
She lets out a strained sigh and threw her head back to stare at the blue clear sky. Her pretty face is so admirable, something you canโ€™t just miss if walking pass by her. Just like what you said, its not really a secret that she likes โ€˜theeโ€™ Park Sunghoon. Heโ€™s one of Jayโ€™s good friends and very popular with the girls as well.
โ€œYes. Thatโ€™s so awkward.โ€
You stared right at her, โ€œWhy do you like Sunghoon so much?โ€
She glances at you, โ€œHey, what do you mean by that?โ€ and she push your shoulder jokingly.
You made face, โ€œIt's just Park Sunghoon is so cold. He seems so mysterious.โ€
She chuckles, agreeing.
โ€œAnd mysterious guys often have many secrets. You never really know.โ€ its not that youโ€™re being a bad friend of trying to be a kill joy. This is just you looking out for your friend, your best friend.
โ€œThatโ€™s what I love about him.โ€ she says bluntly, like a natural response.
It made you roll your eyes and act disgusted by it. She fights back with rolling her eyes as well that made you both giggling. Your vacant hours are perfectly spent talking about nonsense stuff, jumping from one topic to another.
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Everythingโ€™s going smoothly, not until one morning. You woke up into the noise of your phone continuously ringing. When you stir from your sleep, leaving your dreamland completely, and glances at the wall clock. Itโ€™s just 4 am in the morning.
โ€œHello?โ€ you answered your phone half-asleep, still dozing off a bit.
The muffled cries from the other line was like a slap that strips away the sleepiness. You momentarily pulls your phone away and checked the callerโ€™s id. Seeing your friendโ€™s motherโ€™s contact instantly made you sat up from your bed.
โ€œAuntie? Whatโ€™s wrong?โ€ you asked worriedly and reaches for the lamp beside the bed.
โ€œY/n...โ€ she starts. Her heavy breaths and nonstop sniffing made you aware of how sheโ€™s crying so hard. Her strained voice is very obvious as well.
โ€œ(Friend name) is missing.โ€ the line was clear and her words, despite being a little off, were clear. What doesnโ€™t register to your system is what sheโ€™s trying to say.
โ€œWhat do you mean missing? Hold on, Auntie.โ€ you stood up and quickly grabbed your jacket to keep yourself from freezing then hurriedly head out.
โ€œShe didnโ€™t come home last night! And I called your mom to check if sheโ€™s there, she said she didnโ€™t came to your place.โ€
Your brows narrowed down and you saw your Mother on the phone, talking to somebody. When her eyes caught you, she signalled that sheโ€™s talking to someone important.
โ€œAh yes, she said her daughter didnโ€™t come home last night... Yes, officer.โ€
โ€œMom is calling the police, Auntie. Weโ€™re going there, okay? Please calm down. Iโ€™m sure sheโ€™s all right. She probably just went somewhere and forgot to inform us.โ€ you tried to console her while your head started to unconsciously list down places that you can go to.
After the calls to some of your Momโ€™s friends and the police, the two of you headed to her home to comfort her. A police car was already parked outside of the house and one officer is by the door, talking to your friendโ€™s Mom.
Her tear stained eyes darted at you and quickly, you embraced her.
โ€œShh, Auntie. Itโ€™s going to be okay.โ€ you whispered as your Mom continued talking to the officer because your friend's Mom are currently at her best state to talk.
โ€œIโ€™m so scared, y/n! What if sheโ€™s in trouble?โ€ she cries hard on your shoulder that breaks your heart.
You tried to act strong in order not to make her feel down even more. She trembles in between your hug and you caress her back to somehow make her feel better.
โ€œI'm sure she will show up. We will find her.โ€
Only, you didnโ€™t. Itโ€™s been a whole week ever since your friend disappeared. Day by day its getting worst for her Mom and for you. Sheโ€™s your best friend. You cherish her and sheโ€™s like a sister already. Not having her around made you feel so empty.
โ€œHey,โ€ your head lifts when someone approaches your table.
It was Jay.
Usually he will have his mischievous grin, but not now. He have this soft, worried gaze while looking on you. He kept his stares, watching closely as you try so hard to pull a smile for him.
โ€œHi.โ€ you greeted shortly.
He licked his lips, โ€œIโ€™m so sorry about (friend name).โ€ he says that you answered with a nod.
He gestures the vacant chair beside you, asking if he can sit down and accompany you. Normally, you would decline and curse at him but a part of you wanted his presence so you nodded. He sat down quietly, eyes still darted at you.
โ€œAny updates?โ€ he asks.
Your eyes dropped at the stacks of missing posters in front of you, sitting at the table. A beautiful smiling picture of (friend name) printed on it and a big red โ€˜MISSINGโ€™ below.
โ€œNo. The police only have one person as their witness and its totally not helping.โ€ your tone sounding so down, hopeless.
Jay sighs and rested his large hands on your back to caress it. Your eyes instantly waters, the tears youโ€™ve been holding back starting to show. With lips slightly shaking you glanced back at him.
โ€œJ-Jay, Iโ€™m scared...โ€ you admit, first time showing him a vulnerable side.
He was speechless, but you can see through his eyes that heโ€™s so worried for you. Heโ€™s been noticing how youโ€™ve been neglecting yourself ever since your friend disappeared. And its making him so sad.
โ€œIโ€™m so worried for her. What if something bad happened to h-her?โ€ your voice cracks and eyes brimming with tears.
Jay was quick to console you.
โ€œHey,โ€ he whispered with his softest tone then cupped your face, making you face him. โ€œWe will find her, okay?โ€ those familiar words are the same ones youโ€™ve been repeating to your friend's mom ever since she disappeared. Constantly repeating it to convince her and also to convince yourself.
Jay pulled your body closer to him, caging you into a tight, warm hug. Something you really needed at the moment. You cannot put into words how grateful you are that heโ€™s there for you.
Ever since your friend vanished, things started to get messy. Sheโ€™s been your comfort person and with her missing, its like youโ€™re losing your mind.
You felt Jayโ€™s lips on your forehead as he whispered comforting words.
โ€œWeโ€™ll find her?โ€ Jay stares right to his reflection at the bathroomโ€™s mirror. He scoffs to himself, muttering low curses while washing his hand.
โ€œHow can we find someone who is not even really missing?โ€ he mumbles and his gaze lifts as one of the bathroom stalls opened, revealing one of his close friends.
โ€œJay, man.โ€ Jake and walks near the sinks to wash his own hand.
โ€œYou need to stop talking to yourself. People will think youโ€™re crazy.โ€ he grins teasingly at Jay and he just frowns.
Another stall opens and Sunghoon walks out from it, eyeing their direction.
โ€œHe is really crazy, tho?โ€ he commented that earned a bark of laughter from Jake.
Jay clicked his tongue, โ€œThatโ€™s big words from somebody who kidnaps a girl because he likes her so much?โ€
Sunghoon seems unbothered about his statement. Not just because it was true, but because he thinks its nonsense to argue with it. He just shrugged it off and smirked at his friend.
โ€œYouโ€™re going to do it soon too, tho?โ€ and starts washing his hands as well.
โ€œYeah, Sunghoonโ€™s right.โ€ Jake commented.
Jay whips his head and diverted his attention to his other friend. โ€œActually, youโ€™re the crazier one.โ€
Sunghoonโ€™s grin grew wider and just listens to his friends that are starting to bicker like little children. Jake complains, totally disagreeing about what Jay said.
โ€œWhat? No, Iโ€™m not!โ€
Jay scoffed, โ€œReally? Is it not crazy to put his girl inside a psych ward just because he learned that sheโ€™s leaving him?โ€
Sunghoon whistles, โ€œI have to agree on that one, dude.โ€
Jake glances at Sunghoon, a hint of betrayal flashes through his eyes.
โ€œFor the record,โ€ he starts and they look at him with eyebrows raising while waiting for his defence. Jake licks his lips as he tries to come up with a good comeback to what Jay fired at him.
โ€œFine!โ€ he hissed, โ€œAnd so what if I put her in ward? At least Iโ€™m sure she wonโ€™t be able to leave me, even if she wants to.โ€ the smug smirk on his face is wide.
โ€œShould I put mine in the ward too? Do you have a vacant room?โ€ Sunghoon chuckles while asking that question to Jake.
โ€œYeah, we have vacant room for you as well.โ€
Jay laughed and watch how Sunghoon swat Jakeโ€™s arm. They soon decided to walk back to class. His eyes darted at your direction right away and Jayโ€™s heart cracked at the sight of your sad face.
After class, Jay offered to help you with the missing posters and youโ€™re very thankful for him. Their group of friends has been doing a lot and you couldnโ€™t be more greatful. As far as you remember, none of them are personally close to you or your friend, but still with big hearts they offered to help.
While heading back to the building to get your things, your eyes unconsciously darted at one of the bulletin boards. From a distance, multiple papers are pinned to it. But one stands out the most, at least for you.
Your eyes trailed over to the tall figure that stands in front of it, staring right at the missing posters of your friend that youโ€™ve placed their a few days ago.
The boy is very familiar to you. His fair complexion, uniform looking so neat and face looking so blank. You slowly head his direction and stood a few feet away.
โ€œTerrifying isnโ€™t it?โ€ you said that caught his attention. From the corner of your eyes, you saw that he whips his head to the side and look at you.
โ€œDo they have a lead?โ€ he asks, almost sounding like a monotone.
Thatโ€™s the first time you and him talked. Being in the same school together for years, this was the first interaction.
โ€œYeah, they said someone saw her being taken on her way home.โ€ you answered.
An emotion flickers through his eyes for a split second, but it was impossible to tell what it was. He kept his blank face, eyes icy cold.
โ€œI hope she will be found soon.โ€ he stated.
His words are nice. It's the words you wanted to hear from most of them and youโ€™ve heard that a lot of times already. But for some reasons, Sunghoonโ€™s words felt empty. It slightly caught your attention. Then you realized that heโ€™s always like that. Quiet and reserved. Heโ€™s not called the ice prince just for nothing. And so, you tried to just shrug it off and thanked him silently.
He was about to leave when you grabbed his hand. He turns his head to look at you and it made you feel on edge. His eyes are so intimidating.
โ€œHere, in case you see her.โ€ and you handed him a poster.
It maybe a bit stupid knowing he probably have a copy already since its been distributed to the whole school. He accepted it without any word then left. Your eyes lingers to him and watch how he walks away.
A small smile spreads across your face. โ€œCome back now, (friend name). I canโ€™t wait to tell you about how Sunghoon seem to worry for you.โ€
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โ€œSo what did the detective said? Any updates?โ€ your hand halts from holding your chopsticks because of Jayโ€™s question.
Itโ€™s been a month ever since your friend disappeared and you grew closer with Jay. All the time, he was there to support you and comfort you.
โ€œWhat?โ€ you asked, glancing at him whose now enjoying his food. He slurps over his soup before throwing you a short glance.
โ€œAbout that new detective (friend name)โ€™s mom hired.โ€ he repeated himself.
You stared at him without saying any word. That same emotion that youโ€™ve been pushing at the back of your mind for weeks now. Jayโ€™s been very nice ever since the disappearance of your friend and he fills the absence for the mean time, making sure you arenโ€™t being too hard on yourself.
But it may sound nonsense, lately youโ€™ve been noticing odd behavior from his friend group. Or you can say youโ€™re sensing this weird vibe from them.
It may appear because theyโ€™re a different league thatโ€™s why, and thatโ€™s whay you try to convince yourself with. But something really doesnโ€™t sit right for you.
Example for that is this...
How did Jay even knew about that detective your friendโ€™s Mom secretly hired recently?
โ€œWhy are you looking at me like Iโ€™ve killed someone?โ€ Jay chuckles awkwardly while placing an opened bottle of water in front of you.
โ€œHow did you even knew about it?โ€ your tone sounded really curious that caught him off-guard.
He curses inside his mind, quickly thinking of a good escape to this mistake. Despite the slight panic, he tried hard to compose himself in order not to be too suspicious..
He scoffed, โ€œWhat do you mean how did I know? Of course, through you.โ€ he kept his stares to your eyes.
It made your brows narrowed, head tilting over to the side.
โ€œMe? I told you about it?โ€ you sound unsure about it, recalling and backtracking any past events where you mightโ€™ve mentioned it to him.
โ€œYes, baby.โ€ he laughs, relieved that it shaken up the tension a bit. โ€œWhatโ€™s up with you? Seems like you are really stressing yourself too much.โ€
You stayed silent for a while before smiling.
โ€œI guess youโ€™re right. It might have slipped off my mind.โ€
He nods and slides a new side dish near you, โ€œYou should eat more.โ€ he diverted the topic smoothly.
The tension dissipate and just like normally, you two went on your day. He kept talking about this place heโ€™s been with his parents and how much he wanted to take you there this weekend to help you relax a bit. You tried so hard to listen, dismissing that negative thought off of your mind.
But it didnโ€™t. Instead, it made you more observant over his group of friends. Giving meanings to every normal or little things they do.
โ€œIโ€™m on my way home now.โ€ you said through the phone while going out from the bookstore.
Jayโ€™s on the other line, calling to check on you after hanging out with his friends. According to him, practice ended earlier so they decided to go have fun.
โ€œAll right. Iโ€™m also near my house. Call me once youโ€™re home?โ€ he says softly.
โ€œHmm, take care.โ€ you hummed.
โ€œYou too baby, i love you.โ€
Your heart races, mixed of emotions occupies you. These days, after being suspicious of him, your feeling starts to get shaken a bit. It made you realize how much you still donโ€™t know about Jay.
After spending a lot of times together, you still barely know him. Except for the fact that heโ€™s Park Jongseong, the rich bad boy from your school who happens to have feelings for you all this time.
โ€œY/n?โ€ he calls you lightly that snaps you back to reality.
โ€œY-Yeah?โ€
โ€œI said I love you.โ€
You gulped, โ€œI l-love you too.โ€
The other line went silent for a while before you heard Jayโ€™s gentle hum. He always does that whenever heโ€™s satisfied hearing you say those words to him.
Before its also felt so good whenever you say it to him. You meant it with all your heart, but right now, you arenโ€™t sure anymode. You still love him, after all youโ€™ve been interested to him for a long time. Itโ€™s just, a mix of fear envelops those feelings.
Your eyes then caught the person youโ€™ve been waiting for hours already.
Park Sunghoon.
โ€œIโ€™ll call you later, Jay.โ€
โ€œOkay, stay safe.โ€ he says in a low tone and ended the call.
Today, you made a bold decision to tail Park Sunghoon. Heโ€™s on your top list of suspicious people that are potentially involve to your friendโ€™s disappearance.
He walks towards the bus stop and you can tell from the way his shoulderโ€™s hanging low, heโ€™s dead tired. Probably because of practice and hanging out with his friends.
You tried not to be too suspicious, making sure your presence is not noticeable. But Sunghoon usually donโ€™t care about his surroundings. He just mind his own business and go on with his life. If heโ€™s not involve or any of people heโ€™s close with, he does not care.
As you approach him closer, you noticed him pulling out something from his pocket. At first, its so hard to tell what it is. But once you get a clear view, your stomach drops and heart felt like it stopped beating. Head empty as your feet moves on its own.
โ€œW-Why do you have that?โ€ you couldnโ€™t help but to stutter and fear consumed you when he whips his head at your direction.
Sunghoonโ€™s face remained emotionless. He doesnโ€™t even look guilty at all or caught off-guard by your presence. It was like he was expecting it, like he knew you were there, following him.
โ€œThis is mine.โ€ were his words.
Your eyes remained looking at him with such horror, tears brimming. With trembling lips you shake your head.
โ€œN-No... thatโ€™s (friend name)โ€™s! I gave it to her! My granda made that.โ€
You canโ€™t be wrong. Itโ€™s impossible to have the exact same handkerchief. Your granda personally made that for you and your friend.
He took a step closer that made you instantly step back in fear. You roamed your eyes around and her heart fell at the sight of the bus stop being totally isolated. It is already a bit late and so there are a few people here. It's just the two of you.
The thought of being here with the possible reason why (friend name) went missing scared you to death.
โ€œW-What did you do to her?โ€ your tone sounded so accusing as your fist balls to prevent it from shaking. With clenched jaw, you gather all the courage to look over his deadpanned face.
He was just caught red handed but he seemed unbothered at all. He approached and caught (bestfriendโ€™s name) off guard. She hit him with her bag and he was stunned for a moment.
You just caught him red handed, but he seemed so unbothered. He took a step closer that caught you off-guard and made you hit him with your bag. Something got caught with his gym bag and when you look down, your favorite keychain lays beneath his feet.
โ€œWhere is y/n?! Give her back!โ€ you tried screaming through your lungs, hoping that someone may hear and help you.
And someone did. That person slowly and quietly looms closer, taking advantage of your full attention being on Sunghoon to take action.
Sunghoon turned his head towards you and you canโ€™t describe what you felt when you met his cold dark eyes, โ€œYou will never find her, no one will.โ€ and with that, he advanced making you scream in fear.
โ€œQuiet, baby.โ€ from your back, an arm hold you still, tugging your body closer to theirs. His free hand then went towards your face to cover you with a cloth, that slowly took your consciousness away.
Even before you can react and try freeing yourself, Jayโ€™s familiar face came into your view.
โ€œShh, its all right. Iโ€™m here.โ€ his whispers are muffled as everything slowly became black.
Sunghoon slid his hands inside his pockets while watching Jay fixed his hold on you. Eventually, a familiar black SUV parked near where theyโ€™re at then one of Jayโ€™s men went outside to assist him.
He carries your unconscious body easily then carefully placed it inside the SUV. Sunghoon was just there, silently watching. His eyes roams around to check if thereโ€™s anybody to witness what theyโ€™re doing.
โ€œPerfect.โ€ Jay whispers and pants with a smile.
He closes the door to their car and glances at Hoon, still standing by the bus stop. He nods his head with a thumbs up that his friend only nonchalantly responded with a nod.
After Jay went inside the car and drove off along with you. Sunghoon trudges towards the bench when he stepped on something. He looked down and saw your keychain that fell off a while ago.
He sighs and picked it up. He stared at it for a while and realized that (friend name) had the exact same keychain. A small smile appears across his face, remembering you. His head perks up after hearing the arrival of the bus and as he walks towards it, he unconsciously slides the keychain inside his pocket.
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enha-doodles ยท 7 months ago
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Works in progress | โœงโบใ€‚
These will not be posted in the following order , just written based upon what i remembered
Yandere slytherin guys x reader (ig I'll do basic headcanons atm?)
Slytherin guys mtl to be clingy
Slytherin boys reaction to you getting glasses
Slytherin boys reaction to you being an introvert
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enhadiares ยท 7 months ago
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โ€œGAME OVERโ€
MASTERLIST
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๐Ÿ‘พ Pairing: Enhypen x fem!Reader
๐Ÿ‘พ Warning: This is pure fiction.
๐Ÿ‘พ Synopsis: Bound within the confines of a virtual realm, a group of friends must decipher its mysteries to secure their freedom. Amidst the labyrinth of challenges, they encounter a formidable adversary known as the Game Master, a lurking shadow who controls their fate. As alliances fracture and betrayals unfold, they must confront not only the puzzles of the game but also the sinister presence that seeks to keep them imprisoned. Only by overcoming both external threats and internal conflicts can they hope to break free from the shadows within the game
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Trailer
Chapter 1 | Let the game begin
Chapter 2 | The beginning
Chapter 3 | tba..
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taetaerec ยท 10 months ago
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Enhypen
Masterlist Rec 2:
Multi Members
brave it together | Bully!Jay x Strange!reader, Slightly Jake x reader
Closer | LegalLine x 8thMember!reader
DRIPPED IN YOU. | Boyfriend!Sunghoon x reader x Boyfriend!Jake
I would give up heaven if I had to.. | Stepbrother!Heeseung x reader x Stepbrother!Sunghoon
kang della's 18+ works | LegalLine x 8thMember!oc
paid in & paid off | Stepbrother!Jay x reader x StepbrothersBestfriend!Jake
Pent up | Idol!Hyungline x Cleaner!reader
rosebud | Stepdad!Jay x reader x BestfriendsBrother!Sunghoon
๐Ÿ”‘secrets that you keep | Boyfriend!Sunghoon x reader x BoyfriendsBestfriend!Heeseung
strip for me. | Bully!Hyungline x reader
Stupid Games | Stepbrother!Heeseung x reader x BrothersBestfriend!Jungwon
take the back-seat. | Boyfriend!Jay x reader BoyfriendsBestfriend!Jake
The Hunt is On | Ghostface!Heeseung x reader x Ghostface!Sunghoon
The Pantheon: A Series | Gods!OT7 x reader
Toxic | Toxic!Hyungline x Bully!reader
two boyfriends dress them up like twins. | BasketballCaptain!Jungwon x Cheerleader!reader x BasketballCoCaptain!Sunghoon
No title | Ex!Jake x reader x BrothersEx!Virgin!Jungwon
Heeseung
be with her tonight | Yandere!Heeseung x reader
ใ„ด CHERRY๐Ÿ’ ใ„ฑ | Pervert!Heeseung x Virgin!reader
Coffee & Cream | Homeless!Virgin!Heeseung x Virgin!reader
โœง Homecoming | Idol!Boyfriend!Heeseung x reader
โ€” ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ? | Stepbrother!Heeseung x reader
PLAYER RANK: PLATINUM | SistersBoyfriend!Gamer!Heeseung x reader
VERBOTEN | DadsCoworker!Older!Heeseung x reader SMAU!
YOU'RE STILL A VIRGIN? | Roommate!Heeseung x Virgin!reader
Jay
A La Folie | King!Jay x Healer!reader
bless or curse | CEO!Jay x reader
dried flowers | Idol!Husband!Jay x reader
From This Moment On | Chaebol!Jay x Doctor!reader
Hold Me Without Hurting Me | CEO!ChildhoodBestfriend x CEO!reader
NATURALLY | Chef!Jay x reader
๐Ÿ€no limits | Jay x reader
Priorities | Husband!Jay x reader
see you again. | Friend!Alpha!Jay x Omega!reader
SPACE BETWEEN US โžฝ | Husband!Jay x Virgin!reader
stuck with me | smuggler!Jay x reader; Zombieapocalypse!Au
Training Wheels | Boyfriend!Jay x Inexperienced!reader
Undercover Lover | detective!rival!Jay x detective!reader
Jake
BIG D*CK FOR DUMMIES | Jake x Virgin!reader
EROTIC EMPATHY | Virgin!Jake x reader
โ‹†๏ฝก๏พŸโ˜๏ธŽ๏ฝกโ‹†๏ฝก ๏พŸโ˜พ ๏พŸ๏ฝกโ‹† FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION | Hufflepuff!Jake x reader
love on you | Idol!Boyfriend!Jake x Artist!reader
โ™ ๏ธoff limits | BrothersBestfriend!Jake x reader
One-time thing | Girlfriend!reader x Boyfriend!Jake x ReadersBestfriend
past midnight แค [1:34 am] | Idol!Boyfriend!Jake x reader
SHAMELESS | Alpha!Jake x Omega!reader
silver spoons | OldMoney!Jake x Poor!ScholarshipGirl!reader
SIMS ANATOMY | neurosurgeon!Jake x cardio surgeon!Reader
Royal Sacrifice | Prince!Jake x Maid!reader
Sunghoon
โœฉโ‚Šหš.โ‹†โ˜พโ‹†โบAddictive โœฉโ‚Šหš.โ‹†โ˜พโ‹†โบ | Toxic!Sunghoon x Toxic!Reader
โŠนโ‚Š๏ฝก๊•คหš โ€œall of youโ€ ๊•คหšโ‚ŠโŠน | Boyfriend!Sunghoon x reader
Favorite Flavor | BestfriendsDad!Sunghoon x reader
Here Comes The Fall-Out | Mafia!Sunghoon x Virgin!reader
Iโ€™ll pick you up | Idol!Sunghoon x Fan!reader
LITTLE BIT OF AFFECTION ๋ฐ•์„ฑํ›ˆ แฅซแญก | Manager!Sunghoon x Actress!reader
OKAY | Toxic!Sunghoon x reader
Sample Session | MedicalStudent!Sunghoon x MedicalStudent!reader
Stretch it Out | Instructor!Sunghoon x Ballerina!reader
strip for me. | Bully!Hyungline x reader
stupid in love | Bestfriend!Virgin!Sunghoon x Virgin!reader
๐ญ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™จ๐™š | nerd!inexperienced!Sunghoon x experienced!cheerleader!reader
Wicked Games | Yandere!Sunghoon x reader
you, me and our peeping tom. | Idol!Boyfriend!Jay x reader x Idol!Sunghoon
you need a man | Detective!Sunghoon x MafiasDaughter!reader
(No title) | Duke!Sunghoon x Duchess!reader, Bridgerton!au
(No title) | Stepbrother!Sunghoon x Virgin!reader
Sunoo
Only One For You | FoxHybrid!Sunoo x BunnyHybrid!reader
Jungwon
Cat Girls Chronicles 1 | Idol!Jungwon x CatHybrid!Reader
๊œœ : ๐‘ฏ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’š ๐‘ท๐’Š๐’๐’ | Idol!Jungwon x 8thMember!reader
one step at a time | Idol!Jungwon x reader
sea salt. | Pirate!Jungwon x princess!reader
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soireegurl ยท 8 months ago
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Male lead for new series
Hola everyone! So after seeing the voting for the male lead of my new series, I have chosen the male lead!
The male lead will be....
*Drumroll*
SUNGHOON
And the second male lead will be...
JUNGWON
The title of the new series will be...
LOVE IS PAIN
A teaser for the new series will he dropped soon... So please look forward to it!
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lino-jagiyaa ยท 2 years ago
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Helloo for the yandere series can i request a jealous enhypen jay
Kink : Bondage
Prompts: (if it was supposed to be one than you can take the 1st one)
โ€œIโ€™m jealous because you're making me and you seem to forget that youโ€™re mine.โ€
โ€œBaby, I asked you a question. If you know whatโ€™s good for you, you better answer me.โ€
โ€œYou heard me. Take. It. Off.โ€
hi! wow you formatted/organized this perfectly thank you <3
and itโ€™s okay that you chose 3 prompts! iโ€™ll add all of them for you so donโ€™t worry ๐Ÿ˜…
would you like me to tag you in the masterlist? iโ€™ll add jay & all the info you gave to it anyways but just lmk if youโ€™ll like a tag as well! :)
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sooniessoulmate ยท 6 months ago
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๐”ป๐•’๐•ž๐•’๐•˜๐•–๐•• - ๐•”๐•™.๐Ÿ™๐Ÿก - ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•ฅ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ž ๐•ค๐•ž๐•’๐•ฆ
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๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿก : ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ
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๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•™๐•’๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•–. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•–๐•๐•š๐•–๐•ง๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•ฆ๐••๐•’๐•”๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐••, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•๐• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ง๐•š๐••๐•–๐• ๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ก ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•š๐••๐•–๐•’ ๐• ๐•— ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•  ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•–๐•, ๐•–๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•š๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•  ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ. ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•š๐•• ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•˜๐•  ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•’๐•—๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•š๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•ค๐•’๐•—๐•– ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–, ๐•ž๐•’๐•ช๐•“๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••'๐•ง๐•– ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ž, ๐•ž๐•’๐•ช๐•“๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•”๐•’๐•๐•ž๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ž๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•’๐•—๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช.
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•”๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•–, ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•ค๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— โ„‚๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•๐•– ๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ง๐•š๐••๐•–๐• ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•๐•’๐•š๐•ž๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐••.
๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•’๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐••๐• ๐•จ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•๐•–๐•’๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ. โ„๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•ค๐•–๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•จ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ฃ๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐••๐•š๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•ž๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–. โ„๐•– ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•–๐•ž๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™. ๐•Ž๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  ๐•ค๐•ก๐• ๐•œ๐•– ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐• ๐•ฃ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•–๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•”๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•—๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–, ๐•–๐•’๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•’ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•ช, ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™ ๐•’ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•” ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’ ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•–. ๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•“๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ค ๐•ž๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•ช.
๐•๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐••๐•–๐•’ ๐•ก๐• ๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐••, ๐•’ ๐•˜๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ฆ๐•ค ๐•š๐••๐•–๐•’, ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐•’๐•๐• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ. ๐”ธ๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•ง๐•š๐• ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•’๐•จ๐•๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐••๐• ๐•จ. โ„๐•– ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ž๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•— ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐• ๐•ช๐•–๐•– ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•œ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ž, ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•ž๐•’๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•“๐•–๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค, ๐•ค๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•š๐•’๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•–๐••๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ. ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐• ๐•๐•ง๐•– ๐•’๐•๐• ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•“๐•๐•–๐•ž๐•ค. โ„๐•– ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จ ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐••๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐••๐•–๐•”๐•š๐••๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•˜๐• ๐•’๐• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•ก ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ž๐•š๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช. ๐”ธ๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•๐•, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐•’ ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•ช ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™, ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•—๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•’๐••๐••๐•š๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ซ๐• ๐•  ๐• ๐•— ๐•ก๐•–๐• ๐•ก๐•๐•–, ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐•  ๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐••.
๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•๐• ๐•”๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•ง๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•—๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•”๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ. โ„๐•– ๐•จ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•ง๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ค๐•™ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•š๐•’๐• ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ.
โ€œ๐”ธ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•“๐•š๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค, ๐•’ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•“๐•š๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ. ๐•Š๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•จ๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค,โ€ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐• ๐•—๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ž๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•— ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•˜๐•š๐•”๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐••๐•š๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•–๐••๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•š๐•๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•“๐•๐•–๐•ฃ. ๐”ธ๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•–๐••๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•“๐•๐•–๐•ฃ, ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ž๐•š๐•ฉ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•“๐•๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž. โ„๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐• ๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐”ธ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž๐•’ ๐•„๐• ๐•”๐•™๐•’โ€™๐•ค ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•• ๐•”๐• ๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•– ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ก๐•ค. ๐”น๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•”๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•• ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก, ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•˜๐•๐•’๐•ค๐•ค ๐•ง๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ก. โ„๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ก๐• ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ. โ„๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•• ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ž, ๐•”๐•™๐• ๐•”๐• ๐•๐•’๐•ฅ๐•– ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ซ๐•ซ๐•๐•–, ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐•š๐••. โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•š๐••๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•๐•š๐•—๐•–, ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐•ค๐•ค,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•™๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••.
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•”๐•–๐•• ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•’๐•จ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•–. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•—๐•–๐•๐•ฅ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•๐•ช ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ก๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•—๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐••๐•  ๐•š๐•ฅ.
โ€œ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ค ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•˜๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•–.
โ€œ๐•๐•–๐•’ ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•š๐•ฅ,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•• ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•—๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ.โ€
โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•• ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฅ?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•”๐•œ, ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•“๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค โ€˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•๐•๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–โ€™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•๐•ช ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•๐•ค๐•  ๐•“๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐••๐•ž๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ.
โ€œ๐•€๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•“๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•ž๐•“๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•’๐••๐•ž๐•š๐•ฅ, ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•• ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•—๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ. ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•–๐•ž ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•’๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•–๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•–๐•ค,โ€ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐••, ๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•’ ๐•“๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•ž๐•–. ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•๐•ช ๐•–๐•ž๐•“๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐••, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•—๐•–๐•๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•  ๐•–๐•ž๐•“๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ค๐• ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ. ๐•‹๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ž๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ. ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•“๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ก๐•–๐• ๐•ก๐•๐•– ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•’๐•—๐•’๐•ฃ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•– ๐•ช๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ค, ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐••๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•š๐•ž๐•š๐•” ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•ž๐•–๐•—๐•ฆ๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•š๐• ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐••, ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•–๐•• ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•š๐•ฅ.
โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•’๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•ค๐•จ๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••, ๐•ค๐•™๐•ช๐•๐•ช. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•ช๐•ก๐•š๐•”๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•ช๐•ก๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•™๐•ช, ๐•–๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•š๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•–๐•ž๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐•’ ๐•˜๐•š๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ, ๐•’๐•จ๐•œ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•• ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•ช ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•—. ๐•€๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•๐•ช ๐•“๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•ž๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐• ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•๐•๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•”๐• ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•–๐•จ ๐••๐•’๐•ช๐•ค, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐••๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•”๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•”๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ช.
โ€œโ„๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–, ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•š๐•ฅ,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•–๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐••, ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•”๐•š๐•ฅ๐•–๐••๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•”๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ. โ€œ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ก ๐•ค๐•  ๐•€ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•˜๐•’๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•– ๐•™๐• ๐•จ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ.โ€
๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐• ๐••๐•• ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•š๐•• ๐•˜๐•š๐•ง๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•’ ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•๐•๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐• ๐•ช ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ง๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•›๐• ๐•“. ๐•‹๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•“๐•’๐•• ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•’๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช, ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•๐•ช ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•˜๐•’๐•ฃ๐••๐•–๐••.
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•“๐•“๐•–๐•• ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•จ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•”๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐• ๐•๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•๐•š๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•ช ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜.
โ€œ๐•„๐•ž๐•ž๐•ž,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•ž๐•–๐••, ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฆ๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•๐•š๐•ก, ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•–๐•๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•–, ๐•ค๐•ž๐• ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•–-๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•“๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–. โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•ž๐•’๐•ซ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜.โ€
โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•ค๐• ?โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช, ๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•”๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•™๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ.
โ€œ๐•†๐•™ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•˜๐• ๐••, ๐•ช๐•–๐•ค,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐••๐••๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ก. โ€œ๐•€'๐•ž ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ž๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’๐•ž๐•’๐•ซ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™.โ€
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ค ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ค ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ, ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–. โ„๐•– ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•“๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•’ ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•• ๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•’ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ, ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•จ๐•—๐•ฆ๐• ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•—๐•๐•’๐•ง๐• ๐•ฃ๐•—๐•ฆ๐• ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐”ธ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ?โ€
โ€œ๐•๐•–๐•ค,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•’๐•š๐••. โ€œ๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค? ๐•Ž๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ž๐• ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•–?โ€
โ€œ๐•Ž๐•–๐•๐•, ๐•š๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•• ๐•ฆ๐•ก, ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•  ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐••๐• ๐•–๐•ค๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•’ ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜, ๐•จ๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ž๐•–, ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’โ€ฆ ๐•ฆ๐•ž โ€ฆ ๐•’ ๐•ฆ๐•žโ€ฆ ๐•€ ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•š๐•ซ๐•–๐••, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ž๐•–,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•†๐•™ ๐•€'๐•ž ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•ช,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐•š๐•˜๐•˜๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•’ ๐•“๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•ช. โ€œ๐•€ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐••๐•š๐••โ€ฆ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•š๐•ค ๐•/โ„•.โ€
โ€œ๐•€๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•/โ„•,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•Š๐•  ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช๐•จ๐•’๐•ช๐•ค ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•š๐•–๐•ค, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–, ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ž๐•–, ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ก ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•’ โ€œ๐•/โ„• ๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•š๐•’๐•โ€ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ค๐•™ ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•“๐•– ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••.โ€
โ€œ๐•†๐•œ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•’๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••, ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•–๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช. โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•Ÿ.โ€
โ€œ๐”ธ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•/โ„• ๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•š๐•’๐•,โ€ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••, ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•– ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•’ ๐•—๐•–๐•จ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•ž๐•š๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜.
โ€œ๐•€ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•๐• ๐•ง๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••, ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•’ ๐•“๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ช๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐•ช ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•–๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•–๐•๐•š๐•–๐•ง๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™.
โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•™๐•ช ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•ฅ?โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••, ๐•”๐• ๐•”๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐••๐•š๐•ค๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™ ๐•–๐•ž๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค.
โ€œ๐”น๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•จ๐•– ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜. ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••, ๐•ก๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•ซ๐•ซ๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•’๐•๐•— ๐• ๐•— ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•๐•–๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ก.
๐”ธ ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•• ๐•“๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ, ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ'๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ. โ„™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–. ๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐• ๐•ช๐•–๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–๐•ค ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐••๐•’๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐• ๐•ช๐•–๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•• ๐••๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•“๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•™ ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•™๐•ช ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ค๐•  ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ก๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐• ๐••๐••, ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ, ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ž๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™ ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•š๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•”๐•”๐•–๐•ก๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••.
โ€œ๐•€๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•–๐•๐•ค๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–?โ€ ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••, ๐•”๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•ช๐•–๐•ค.
โ€œโ„•๐•  ๐•š๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•Š๐•š๐•™๐•ช๐•–๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐• ๐••๐•’๐•ช,โ€ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••, ๐•“๐•๐•’๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•“๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐• ๐•๐•– ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ.
โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•’๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••, ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•๐•š๐••๐•ค ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•ง๐•š๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ. ๐”ธ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•™๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช.
โ€œ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•˜๐•  ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ. ๐•๐•’ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐••๐•’๐•ž๐•’๐•˜๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐•™๐•šโ€ฆ๐•€ ๐•ž๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•—๐•—,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••, ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•œ๐•–๐•–๐•ก ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•–.
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•š๐•˜๐•˜๐•๐•– ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐• ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ž๐•’๐•”๐•™, โ€œ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•๐•ž๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•’๐•š๐•• ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ฅ.โ€
โ„๐•– ๐•š๐•˜๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐••๐••๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐••๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐• ๐•๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค, ๐•จ๐•™๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ. โ€œ๐”ธ๐•๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•/โ„• ๐•€โ€™๐•๐• ๐•“๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ, ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ฅ, ๐• ๐•œ?โ€
โ€œโ„™๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–?โ€ ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••, ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•ฉ๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•ช๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•š๐•”๐•ค.
๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•ช, ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐•š๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•“๐•ฃ๐•š๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•–๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ. โ„๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•  ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•—๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐••, ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•ฆ๐•ค ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•’๐•š๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•ช๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐••๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•–๐••, ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•๐•ช ๐• ๐•“๐•๐•š๐•ง๐•š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•–๐•๐•ค๐•– ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ž ๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ.
โ€œโ„๐•–๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•• ๐•’ ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•”๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜.
โ€œ๐•/โ„•, ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ?โ€ ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••.
๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ก๐•’๐•ช ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐• ๐•—๐•— ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž, ๐• ๐•“๐•ง๐•š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•˜๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•”๐•”๐• ๐•ฃ๐••. ๐”ธ๐•๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•ž๐•“๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•˜๐• ๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•–๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•—๐•’๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•š๐•’๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•”๐•–๐•• ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–.
โ€œโ„๐•š,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ž๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•“๐•๐•–๐••, ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•˜๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•ฆ๐•ก.
โ€œโ„‚๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•€ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ?โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••, ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ.
โ€œ๐•๐•–๐•’ ๐•€ ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐”ธ๐•ค ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•— ๐•€ ๐•๐•’๐•ช ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ.โ€
โ€œ๐”พ๐•  ๐•’๐•™๐•–๐•’๐••,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐”ธ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐• ๐•œ?โ€
โ€œ๐•€ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐• ๐•๐••๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•’ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™ ๐• ๐•— ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ง๐• ๐•š๐•”๐•–. โ€œ๐•€ ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•จ๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ๐••. ๐•ƒ๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช ๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•ง๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐•๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•, ๐•š๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐•ค ๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•–.โ€
โ€œโ„๐•ž๐•ž,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•’๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ. โ€œ๐•€'๐•ž ๐•˜๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•€ ๐•™๐• ๐•ก๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐••.โ€
โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ, ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•“๐• ๐•ช,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••, ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•”๐•–๐••, ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•–๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ž.
โ„๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ, ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•’๐•ง๐• ๐•š๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•–๐•๐•ค๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช. โ€œ๐”ป๐•š๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜?โ€
โ€œโ„๐• ๐•จ ๐••๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐•’๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐••, ๐•๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•—๐•— ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•–, ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•ฆ๐•ก๐•ค๐•–๐•ฅ. โ€œ๐•€ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐••๐•  ๐••๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•ค! ๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ž๐• ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•– ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•€ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•• ๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ž๐•ฆ๐•๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ก๐•๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•–๐•ค ๐• ๐•— ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•’๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•€ ๐•จ๐• ๐•œ๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•ก. ๐”น๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช, ๐••๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•’๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค? ๐•€ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•€'๐•๐• ๐•“๐•– ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ.โ€
๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•จ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ก ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•• ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ก๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–. โ„๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•จ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, โ€œ๐•€'๐•ž ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ž๐• ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐••๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•˜๐•–๐••.โ€
โ€œ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿโ€ฆ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿโ€ฆ๐•ฆ๐•žโ€ฆ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ-โ„‚๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ž๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•ก๐•’๐•ค๐•ก๐•š๐•—๐•š๐•”๐•’๐•๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ž๐•–,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•€โ€™๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•š๐••,โ€ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•—๐•—๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅโ€ฆ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅโ€ฆ๐•จ๐•™๐•ช? ๐•Ž๐•™๐•ช ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•– ๐••๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•˜๐•–๐••?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••, ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•“๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จ๐•ค ๐• ๐•— ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•“๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•Ž๐•™๐•ช ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•– ๐••๐•š๐•ค๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ?โ€ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐••. โ€œโ„๐• ๐•จ ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•– ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ค๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐• ๐•—๐•—?โ€
โ€œ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•€'๐•ž ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ก๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ โ„‚๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ-๐•ƒ๐•–๐•–๐•–๐•– ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•–๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐••, ๐•™๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•™๐•๐•ช ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•จ ๐•™๐• ๐•จ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–.
โ€œโ„•๐• , โ„‚๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•๐•– ๐•š๐•ค๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•€'๐•ž ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••, ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ, ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•’๐••.โ€
โ€œโ„๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ โ„‚๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ-๐•ƒ๐•–๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•˜๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•š๐•ž๐•ก๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•€ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค.โ€
โ€œ๐•Ž๐•–๐•๐•, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•€ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จ๐•ค ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•˜๐•š๐•ฃ๐•, ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•—๐•š๐•๐• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•จ๐•– ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•–,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•’ ๐•จ๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–.
โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ โ„‚๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ-๐•ƒ๐•’?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•ž๐•–๐••, ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•š๐•๐•ช ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐••๐••๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จ๐•ค.
โ€œ๐•†๐•— ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•– ๐•€ ๐••๐• ,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐••๐••๐•–๐••. โ€œโ„๐•–โ€™๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค. ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐•• ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•—, ๐•–๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•š๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••.โ€
โ€œ๐•†๐•™,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐•ช ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ก๐• ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜. โ€œ๐•๐•–๐•’ ๐•š ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•จ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•—.โ€
๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••, ๐•’ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•’๐• ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–, ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐• ๐•—, ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•’๐•ค ๐•จ๐•–๐•๐•. โ„๐•– ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•›๐•’๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ก๐• ๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐•ฅ, ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•๐• ๐•”๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–. โ„๐•– ๐• ๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•™๐• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•’๐•๐•๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•š๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–.
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โ€œ๐•€๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•— ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ?โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••, ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐••๐•๐•ช.
โ€œ๐•๐•–๐•ค, ๐•€ ๐•“๐•–๐•๐•š๐•–๐•ง๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•—๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•’๐•š๐••, ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•ช๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž. โ€œ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ž ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐•“๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•— ๐•€ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ, ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•’๐•—๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•• ๐•€ ๐•ž๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•š๐•”๐•œ.โ€
โ€œ๐”ธ๐•๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ, ๐•จ๐•– ๐•˜๐• ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•’ ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•–,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••, ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฆ๐•ก. โ„๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ. โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ช ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•€ ๐•˜๐•  ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•”๐•œ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•“๐•ฆ๐••๐••๐•ช, ๐•Š๐•Œโ„•-๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ.โ€
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•–, ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•ง๐• ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐••๐•  ๐•ค๐• , ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ง๐• ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐••๐•–๐•–๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•“๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•–๐•• ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ, ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•š๐•๐•ช ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค.
๐•Œ๐•Ÿ๐•“๐•–๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐••๐•š๐•ค๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ž๐•ฆ๐•๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ก๐•๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค. ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•ž๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•“๐•–๐•˜ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•ก ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•“๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐•ค, ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•–๐•๐•ค๐•– ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ž.
โ€œ๐”ฝ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ.
โ„๐•– ๐•ค๐•๐•’๐•ž๐•ž๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐• ๐•ช๐•–๐•–๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•– ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ก, ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•’๐•จ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•’ ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ค๐•–๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•˜๐•’๐•˜๐•˜๐•–๐••. ๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐• ๐•๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•“๐•๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•๐•–๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ก ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•๐•–๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••, ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ก ๐•ค๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ก ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ.
โ€œ๐•Ž๐• ๐•จ,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•—๐•—๐•–๐••, ๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•“๐• ๐•ช๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐••๐•š๐•ฃ๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ, ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ, ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐••๐•ฆ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•˜๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ?โ€
๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐•–๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•ค ๐•—๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–, ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•”๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•—๐•ฆ๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช. ๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ, ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•”๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ค๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•“๐•๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐• ๐•ชโ€™๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•’๐•ฅ, โ€œ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐••๐•š๐•• ๐•€ ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•œ๐•–๐•ก๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•š๐•ค๐•–?โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•–๐••.
๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•”๐•™๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•–๐••, ๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ช ๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜โ€™๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ช ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•œ. โ€œ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•˜๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ž๐• ๐•ง๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•˜๐•’๐•˜ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ช๐•–๐•๐•, ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•“๐•ฆ๐••๐••๐•ช ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•’๐•ฅ,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•ง๐•š๐• ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•ฃ๐•œ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–. โ€œ๐•ƒ๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••.โ€
๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•๐•–๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•– ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–. โ€œ๐”พ๐• ๐• ๐••, ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•˜๐•๐•’๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••.โ€ โ„๐•– ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•“๐•“๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•–๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•˜๐•’๐•˜, ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•’ ๐•“๐•š๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™. โ€œโ„•๐• ๐•จ, ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐••๐•š๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•/โ„• ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ?โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•ค ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐•ช ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ'๐•ค ๐••๐•š๐•ค๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•’๐•.
โ€œ๐•€ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค,โ€ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••. โ„๐•– ๐•ค๐•’๐•จ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•™ ๐•ž๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ก๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•”, โ€œ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•“๐•’๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ.โ€
โ€œ๐•†๐•œ๐•’๐•ช, ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•จ๐•–โ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•๐•’๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•Ž๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•’๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ?โ€
โ€œ๐•€๐•Ÿ ๐•๐• ๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ›,โ€ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•—๐• ๐•๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ช ๐•’ ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™. โ€œ๐•€๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•๐• ๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐••.โ€
โ€œ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••, ๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ. โ„๐•– ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•˜๐•’๐•˜ ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฆ๐•ก, ๐•”๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ž, ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•’ ๐•—๐•–๐•จ ๐•ง๐•š๐•’๐•๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••. โ€œโ„•๐• ๐•จ ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜.โ€
๐”ธ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜, ๐•ž๐•’๐•๐•š๐•”๐•š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•–๐•จ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜โ€™๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ค ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•š๐•ซ๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช.
โ€œโ„‚๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–, ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••. ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ช๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•’๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•“๐• ๐•ช ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•ช ๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•’๐•š๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•Ÿ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ.
๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ค ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช, ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜โ€™๐•ค ๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ. ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜โ€™๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•š๐•ค ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•— ๐”พ๐• ๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐•-๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐• ๐•ช ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐•ค ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•๐•–๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐••๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช.
๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ง๐•š๐•๐•–๐•ค ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•“๐•๐•š๐•” ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•– ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–. ๐”น๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ, ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•“๐• ๐•ช๐•ค, ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•š๐•๐•ช ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜, โ€œโ„๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ ๐•“๐• ๐•ช๐•ค.โ€ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ, ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•˜๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–.
โ€œ๐•†๐•™ ๐•จ๐•– ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐•,โ€ ๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••, ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–๐•ก๐•š๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•ฆ๐•ก, ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•“๐•“๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ก๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ, ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐• ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ž, ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•™ ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ง๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•’ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ง๐•’๐•”๐•ช.
๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•’๐•๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•จ๐•™๐•  ๐•™๐•’๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•™ ๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•—๐•ฅ. โ„๐•– ๐•˜๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•“๐•“๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–.
โ€œ๐•/โ„•, ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ช, ๐•๐•–๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ค๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••.
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช ๐• ๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค, ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•’๐•จ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•“๐•–๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•—๐•ฆ๐• ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•ค๐•  ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค. โ€œ๐•†๐•œ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•ž๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐•• ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•ก.โ€
โ€œ๐•€ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ช,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐••๐••๐•–๐••, ๐•จ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž ๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•ก ๐•“๐•’๐•๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••.
๐”ผ๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•™๐• ๐•จ ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•˜๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•’๐•๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•“๐•๐•–๐••, ๐•—๐•’๐•๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐••๐•š๐•ฃ๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐• , ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•“๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•ค ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•™ ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ.
โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•–,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ž๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•™ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•’๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ โ„•๐•’ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ, ๐•จ๐•™๐•  ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•— ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–. โ€œ๐”ธ๐•๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•ช๐•˜๐•š๐•ฃ๐•, ๐•๐•–๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•–.โ€
โ€œ๐•€ ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ž๐•–๐•ค,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•œ๐•–๐•–๐•ก ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž. ๐•Ž๐•–๐•๐• ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ž๐•’๐•ช๐•“๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก.โ€
โ€œ๐•Ž๐•™๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•€ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•ช,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••, ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•˜๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•– ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•š๐•ฃ๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ.
โ€œ๐•†๐•™ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•˜๐• ๐••โ€ฆ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•ช ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•๐•–๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•–๐•œ, ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐•ค๐•–๐••๐•ฆ๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ง๐•–. โ„๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ, ๐•ค๐•–๐••๐•ฆ๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•’๐•ก๐•’๐•“๐•๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•–๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•”๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•–๐•œ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ก๐• ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•˜๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•ง๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•ค ๐•จ๐•–๐•๐•.
โ€œ๐•Ž๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•ช ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•’๐•“๐•ช๐•˜๐•š๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ชโ€ฆ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐•ค ๐•ž๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐••. ๐•„๐•’๐•ช๐•“๐•– ๐•€ ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ.โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐••, ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•“ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ž ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ. ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•ช ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•“๐•“๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•—๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••, ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช.
โ€œโ„•๐•  ๐•Ÿ๐• , ๐•จ๐•– ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐••๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••. โ„๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐••๐•  ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ก๐•š๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐• ๐•—๐•— ๐•“๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•™๐•– ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•ง๐•– ๐•˜๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•˜๐•–๐•• ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ž๐•ช๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•“๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–.
โ€œ๐”ป๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•ž๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐••?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•†๐•— ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•– ๐•€ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐••,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•ž๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐”ผ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐••.โ€
โ€œ๐”ธ๐•จ๐•จ๐•จ๐•จ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•–, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•ค๐•  ๐•ค๐•จ๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ?โ€
โ€œ๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ?โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•’๐•š๐••.
โ€œ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐• ๐• ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐••, ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ, ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•–๐•๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•จ๐•–๐•๐• ๐••๐•–๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••, ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•—๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•”๐•ฆ๐•๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•“๐•ค.
๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•”๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–. โ€œ๐”ป๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ?โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••.
โ€œโ„๐• ๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ฅ, ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐••. โ€œโ„๐• ๐•จ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•?โ€
๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•๐•จ๐•’๐•ช๐•ค ๐•™๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•ค ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ž๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•— ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ž๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐••๐• ๐•–๐•ค๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•™๐• ๐•จ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ก๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•–๐•๐•ค๐•– ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ. ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•๐•–๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐••๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐•’๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™, ๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•š๐•˜๐•˜๐•๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•’ ๐•—๐•–๐•จ ๐•ค๐•–๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค, โ€œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•๐•–๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•ž๐•–๐••, ๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•—.
โ„๐•– ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•ช ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•“๐•“๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค, ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ. โ€œ๐”น๐•’๐•“๐•ช, ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•Ž๐•™๐•ช ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•€'๐•ž ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ.โ€
โ€œ๐”น๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•š๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐••, ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐••๐•–๐•”๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ง๐•–๐•ช. โ€œ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•’๐•—๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•– ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก ๐•ž๐•ช๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•—.โ€
โ€œ๐”ธ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•จ๐•™๐•ช ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐•ฅ ๐•’ ๐•“๐•’๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••, ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™. ๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•ช๐•ก๐•š๐•”๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•“๐•–๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•–๐••. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•’ ๐•๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•—๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐••๐•–๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•’๐•˜๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•ง๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ฆ๐•’๐•. ๐•‹๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ, ๐•ก๐•–๐• ๐•ก๐•๐•– ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐••๐•–๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ค โ€˜๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•š๐••โ€™ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐••๐•• ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•’๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ค.
โ€œ๐•€๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•“๐•’๐•• ๐•“๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•— ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•€ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฆ๐•ค ๐•จ๐•’๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•’ ๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•“๐•– ๐•’ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•-๐•™๐•–๐•’๐••๐•–๐••,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••.
โ€œโ„‚๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•€ ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•–๐•”๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••, ๐•š๐•˜๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ก๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•– ๐••๐•ฆ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ.
โ€œ๐•Š๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•–,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•€ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐•’๐•• ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฉ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐••.
โ€œโ„•๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•–๐•• ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•จ๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค.
โ€œ๐•๐•–๐•ค ๐•จ๐•’๐•ชโ€ฆ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•“๐• ๐•ช๐•—๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•๐• ๐•ง๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•๐•š๐•—๐•– ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•–, ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•€ ๐••๐•–๐•”๐•š๐••๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•๐•š๐•—๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐••. ๐•€๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•  ๐•“๐•’๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•€ ๐•ž๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก.โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•’๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••, ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•ช. โ€œ๐•€ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•จ๐•™๐•ช ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค.โ€
โ€œ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•˜๐•๐•’๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•Ž๐•™๐•ช ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ?โ€
โ€œ๐•Ž๐•™๐• ?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••, ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ฉ ๐•“๐• ๐•ช๐•—๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜, ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•’๐•˜๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™.
โ€œโ„๐•ช๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•›๐•š๐•Ÿ?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••.
๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค, ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•–๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐• ๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ช๐•–๐••. โ€œโ„•๐• , ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ.โ€
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•’๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••, ๐•ค๐•ž๐•’๐•”๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•ช๐•—๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•ช. โ€œ๐•€ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ, ๐•ค๐•š๐•๐•๐•ช. โ„๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜ โ„๐•ช๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•›๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•–๐•ฉ-๐•“๐• ๐•ช๐•—๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ง๐•š๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐• .โ€
โ€œ๐•Ž๐•’๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•’ ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•–,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•’๐•š๐••. โ€œโ„๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜ โ„๐•ช๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•›๐•š๐•Ÿ? โ„๐•– ๐•˜๐• ๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช, ๐••๐• ๐•–๐•ค๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•–?โ€
โ€œ๐•๐•–๐•’,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•€ ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ.โ€
โ€œ๐•€๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••, ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•จ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•›๐•ฆ๐••๐•˜๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ž๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•–. โ€œ๐•€ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™, ๐•€ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•  ๐••๐•š๐••, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ง๐•š๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช. โ„๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ž๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก, ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•“๐• ๐• ๐•œ, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐••๐• ๐•–๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ.โ€
โ€œ๐•Ž๐•–๐•๐• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•“๐• ๐• ๐•œ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•€'๐•ž ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•“๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ช๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ง๐•š๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ.โ€
โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•’๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•ž๐•–,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐”น๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•“๐• ๐• ๐•œ, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–.โ€
โ€œ๐•€ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐••๐•–๐•’,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฆ๐•ก. โ€œโ„๐• ๐•จ ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•ก ๐•ž๐•–. ๐•Ž๐•– ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฉ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•€ ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฅ๐•š๐•” ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ช๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ง๐•š๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ.โ€
โ€œ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•˜๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•“๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•  ๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•”๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•—๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•ช,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฅ๐•š๐•” ๐•’๐•“๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•€ ๐•ž๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜. ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•”๐•™๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•”๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•’ ๐•ง๐•š๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•–๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ž๐•ช๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜. ๐•†๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ'๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฉ๐•š๐•”๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜, ๐•š๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ'๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐• ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐••๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐• ๐•“๐•–๐•ฃ. ๐•‹๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•˜๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ž๐•– ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•š๐•ฅ, ๐•€ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•๐• ๐• ๐•— ๐•ž๐•–.โ€
โ€œ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐••๐• ๐•–๐•ค๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•‹๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•–, ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐•ค๐•ค,โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•–๐••, โ€œ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž๐•š๐•ค๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ.โ€
โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•  ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•• ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•๐•’๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค.
โ€œ๐•€ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•Ž๐•™๐•ช ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• โ„๐•ช๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•›๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ? ๐•ƒ๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•ช ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ?โ€
โ€œ๐”น๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•จ๐•– ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•œ๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••. โ€œ๐•€๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ช ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•”๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•“๐•๐•š๐•” ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ก ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ž๐• ๐••๐•–๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ž๐•–๐•• โ„‚๐•™๐• ๐•š ๐•๐•–๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ, ๐•“๐•ช ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•˜๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•š๐•–๐•ค ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•“๐•๐•š๐•”๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช. ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•–๐•๐•ฆ๐••๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•’๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•“๐•๐•’๐•™ ๐•“๐•๐•’๐•™ ๐•“๐•๐•’๐•™, โ„๐•ช๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•›๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•“๐•–๐•๐•š๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•๐• ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•˜๐• ๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•ก ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค. ๐•Ž๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•จ๐•—๐•ฆ๐• ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•œ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•™ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•œ๐•– ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•€ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•ช๐•ก๐•š๐•”๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐••๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–, ๐•ช๐•’ ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•“๐•–๐•”๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•™๐•š๐•ž, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ.โ€
โ€œ๐•Š๐•  ๐••๐• ๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•€ ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ?โ€ ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•€ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•š๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐••, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•จ๐•–๐•๐•,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–๐••, ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ.
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•š๐•๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•“๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•จ๐•’๐•๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•š๐•๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ. ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•๐•–๐•ง๐•’๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ค ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ฅ, ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–, ๐•ฃ๐•š๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•—๐•๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ, ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•ค๐•๐•š๐•• ๐• ๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ž๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ ๐•๐•–๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐••๐•–๐•• ๐••๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•๐•๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ก๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•—๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐•ช ๐•จ๐•™๐•  ๐•ค๐•  ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐••๐•๐•ช ๐•–๐•ค๐•”๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•–.
โ€œ๐”ธ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–?โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ๐•–๐••, ๐•™๐• ๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐•ช ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•”๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•“ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐••๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐•ฃ๐•–. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ช ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐••๐•  ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐••๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ'๐•ง๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ž๐•š๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•– ๐•ช๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ค. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช ๐•—๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•๐•ช ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••, โ€œ๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•– ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž. โ„‚๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ค๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ช ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ž๐•–?โ€
โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•จ๐•™๐• ๐•๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐••,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•–๐••.
โ€œ๐•€ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•–๐•๐•ค๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐• ๐• ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•–๐••, ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค.
โ€œ๐•๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ช๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ง๐•š๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐••, ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•–๐•–๐•ซ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•“๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค.
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ, ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•’๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•š๐•ค. ๐•†๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•ž๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•”๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–. ๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ฉ๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–, ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ โ„๐•ช๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•›๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐••, ๐•Ÿ๐• , โ„•๐”ผ๐”ผ๐”ป๐”ผ๐”ป ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–.
๐•‹๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ค๐•–, ๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•๐•๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•จ๐•’๐•ช, ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐••๐•–๐•–๐•ก ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค. โ„๐•š๐•ค ๐•–๐•ช๐•–๐•ค ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•  ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•–๐•๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’๐•“๐•๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•–๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฆ๐•.
โ€œ๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ,โ€ ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ง๐•š๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ. โ€œ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•–. ๐•Ž๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•–, ๐•š๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค ๐•ค๐•  ๐•ž๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™ ๐•“๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ. ๐•€ ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž๐•š๐•ค๐•–.โ€
โ€œ๐•†๐•œ,โ€ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•–๐••, ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•ช๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ.
๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ, ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ก๐• ๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐•ฅ. โ„๐•– ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•๐• ๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐••, โ€œ๐•˜๐•š๐•ง๐•– ๐•ž๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•“๐•–๐•ฃ.โ€
๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•—๐•’๐•œ๐•–๐•• ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•–, ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•“๐•“๐•–๐•• ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ก๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–, ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•ช๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•ฆ๐•ž๐•“๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ก๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•“๐• ๐•ช๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•›๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ.
๐•๐•’๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•Ÿ, ๐•œ๐•š๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•“๐•–๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•จ๐•’๐•๐•œ ๐•“๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•๐•๐•จ๐•’๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•๐•–๐•ง๐•’๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ. ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•ค ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•š๐•ค๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ง๐•š๐•ค๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ. ๐”ผ๐•ฉ๐•™๐•’๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•๐•ช, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•’๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ, ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•–, ๐•๐• ๐•”๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐• ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•–๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ.
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