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BRUHHH THIS IS SO GOOD-- LIKE HEART-WRENCHING, BUT AMAZING!
๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ
๐ต๐๐ต ๐๐๐ป๐ท๐ถ๐ป ๐
๐ณ๐ฒ๐บ!๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ
[๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ป๐: ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐ ๐ป๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐]
๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐บ๐๐๐๐, ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐: ๐ฅ,๐จ๐ข๐ง
๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐
, ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ'๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐บ๐, ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐
"๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐-๐บ๐! ๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐
๐บ๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐" ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐
๐
๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐บ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ป๐พ๐
๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐
๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฃ๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐
๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐พ, ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐
๐ ๐๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ. ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐
๐พ, ๐
๐๐๐๐๐
๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ. ๐บ ๐๐๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐
๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐.
"๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ฝ, ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐พ๐" ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐
๐
๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐บ๐. "๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐
๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ." ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐พ๐พ๐๐, ๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐
๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐. "๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐
๐๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐พ" ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ป๐
๐พ๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ผ๐๐พ๐พ๐, ๐๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐
๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐๐.
๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐บ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐๐' ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ผ๐
๐๐๐ป ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ฟ ๐๐บ๐
๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ ๐ผ๐
๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐
๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐บ๐ ๐'๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
"๐๐๐! ๐ป๐บ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ฝ, ๐๐๐พ๐'๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐บ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐" ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐'๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฟ๐๐๐พ. ๐๐บ๐๐๐
๐
๐บ, ๐
๐๐
๐บ๐ผ, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐
๐บ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐. ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐๐
๐๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐
๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐
, ๐บ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐พ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ.
๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐
๐๐๐ป๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐'๐ ๐
๐บ๐, ๐บ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐ผ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐ป๐
๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ป๐
๐ ๐ผ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐พ๐
๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐. ๐๐๐๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐
๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐พ. ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ, ๐ฟ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐
๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐
๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ๐พ๐ ๐ป๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐
๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐๐๐.
๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐
, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐
๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐
๐ฟ. ๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ'๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐๐พ๐พ๐, "๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ"
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ, ๐๐๐๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐, "๐บ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ฟ๐พ?" ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ, ๐๐๐
๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐
๐. "๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ฟ๐พ?" ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐, "๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐บ๐"
"๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐, ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ผ๐พ๐บ๐" ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ฝ, ๐บ๐
๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ๐บ๐. ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ-๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐, ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐บ ๐๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐บ
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ป๐๐บ๐, ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐ป๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐. ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ ๐๐ฟ ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐บ ๐ฟ๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ. ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐
๐๐๐พ, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐'๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐พ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ป๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ป๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐
๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐บ๐๐
๐๐๐.
"๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐โฆ'๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ - ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐"
๐๐๐พ ๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐๐
๐พ ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐
๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ป๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐. ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐
๐, ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐
๐๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ฝ๐๐พ, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐.
๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐
๐๐พ๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ผ, ๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ
"๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐? ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐พ๐๐
๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ" ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ฝ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐บ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐. ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐
๐บ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ ๐๐๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ, ๐๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐; "๐บ๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ'๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐
๐๐๐พ๐๐พ. ๐๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐, ๐ฝ๐พ๐บ๐"
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐, ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐. "๐๐พ๐บ๐, ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐พ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐บ๐
๐
, ๐ป๐๐ ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐บ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐." ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ'๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐ฟ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐, "๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐บ๐'๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐?"
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐ฟ๐บ๐
๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐
๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ'๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐
๐๐บ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ. "๐๐ ๐๐, ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ป๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ผ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ. ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐'๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐," ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐
๐
๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐
๐พ๐พ๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐พ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐๐พ ๐ป๐
๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ "๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐พ๐บ๐
๐
๐. ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ ๐๐."
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ๐'๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐. "๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐
๐๐ ๐บ ๐
๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐ป๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐? ๐๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ป๐พ ๐บ ๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐
๐บ๐ป๐พ๐
-๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐๐?"
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฟ๐พ๐
๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐ฟ๐พ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ. ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ, ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐บ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐ฝ๐๐บ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐ผ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐
๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐? ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ป๐๐พ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ.
"๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐บ ๐
๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ, ๐๐๐๐พ-๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐. ๐บ๐
๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ, ๐บ๐
๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐. ๐ ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐, ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐พ." ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ, ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐พ๐.
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐
๐๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐๐ผ๐
๐พ๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ฟ๐
๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐
๐๐๐พ. ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐พ๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐ผ๐บ๐
๐
๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ฟ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. "๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐" ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐
๐ฟ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ.
๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐'๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ, ๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐'๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐
"๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ฝ," ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐ฟ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ฟ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐พ๐
๐ฝ, ๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ-๐ป๐พ-๐๐๐
๐พ๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ป๐๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ "๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐
๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐/๐. ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐'๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐พ๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ, ๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐ ๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐."
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ, ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐
๐
๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐พ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐
. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐บ๐
๐
๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐บ๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ, ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐ป๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐.
"๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐'๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐พ๐? ๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
๐ ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐'๐ ๐๐๐? ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐?" ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐บ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐ฟ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐
๐๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐, ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐.
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐
๐ฝ, ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐
๐
๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ, ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐; ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐๐ฟ๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐, ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐๐ฝ.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐
๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, "๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐/๐. ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐."
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐
๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐
๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐
๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ, ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐พ ๐บ ๐๐พ๐บ๐
๐๐๐. ๐๐พ๐, ๐๐พ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ, ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐
๐๐๐ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐พ๐พ๐๐พ, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐
๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ, ๐๐พ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. "๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐."
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐๐
๐ ๐
๐๐ ๐
๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ฃ๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐-๐๐๐๐
๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ผ๐พ.
๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐บ๐ป๐ป๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐๐พ๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐
๐
๐๐พ๐
๐
๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐
๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐. "๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐?" ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐-๐๐-๐ป๐พ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
'๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐, ๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐. "๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐, ๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐'๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐" ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐
๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฟ๐พ. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐
๐ฟ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐
๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ.
"๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐พ. ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐บ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐." ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐. ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ๐'๐.
๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐
๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐บ๐.
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ'๐๐พ ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ, ๐๐๐๐บ '๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ
"๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐โฆ๐
๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐บ๐ฟ๐๐!"
๐ผ๐๐๐ฟ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐
๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ, ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐พ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐พ๐บ๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐พ๐พ๐ผ๐. ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐
๐, ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ผ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐.
๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐
๐๐ฟ๐พ, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ๐'๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐
๐๐พ.
๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐บ๐ ๐บ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐พ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐พ. "๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ, ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐
๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ฟ๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐. ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐, ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐! ๐๐พ ๐๐๐
๐
๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ."
๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ ๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐บ ๐ฟ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐
๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐บ๐ฟ๐พ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐๐
๐. ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐พ๐พ๐
๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐บ๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ.
๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐พ๐
๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐
๐พ๐๐พ. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐'๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ, ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐ผ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ. ๐๐๐'๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐พ๐, ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ "๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐" ๐บ๐๐ฝ "๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐" ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐. ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ.
๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ๐ ๐
๐๐ฟ๐พ.
๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐
๐๐ฟ๐พ, ๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐พ'๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐, ๐ป๐พ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ
๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐บ๐ ๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐พ๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐
๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐
๐ฟ ๐๐
๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐
๐ฟ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ, ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ.
๐๐ฟ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐พ, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐. ๐ป๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ, ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐บ๐
๐
? ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐-๐ฝ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ป๐
๐๐๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐
๐
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐พ๐๐, ๐
๐๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐พ. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐พ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐บ๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐ผ๐ผ๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐๐
๐, ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ. ๐๐, ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐พ๐๐๐ผ๐บ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐
๐ฟ. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐, ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐.
๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐, ๐บ๐ ๐บ ๐๐บ๐ป๐
๐พ ๐บ๐
๐
๐บ๐
๐๐๐พ, ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐.
๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐
๐๐ฟ๐พ, ๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐'๐ ๐ป๐พ๐
๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐
๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐๐ป๐บ๐ป๐
๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ. ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐บ ๐
๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
๐บ๐
๐๐บ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐บ๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐๐
๐๐บ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐บ๐๐.
๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐บ๐๐พ, ๐บ ๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐พ๐๐บ๐ผ๐. ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐
, ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ๐
๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐
๐ฝ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐พ. ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐พ๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐.
๐๐๐, ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐, ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐พ๐ฟ๐๐
, ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐. ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
'๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ฟ๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐
๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐.
๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐, ๐๐พ๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ฝ. ๐บ ๐๐๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐, "๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐". ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐บ๐, ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐พ ๐บ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ฟ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ.
"๐๐, ๐/๐. ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ?" ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐, ๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐บ๐
๐
๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐๐
๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, "๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐, ๐๐? ๐๐๐บ๐'๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ? ๐ป๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐๐ฟ๐พ ๐บ๐
๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐?" ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ.
๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐, ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐ฟ ๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐
๐๐๐พ๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐ฟ ๐๐. ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐ฟ๐พ๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐
๐พ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐'๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ป๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐, ๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
"๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ ๐ป๐๐พ๐บ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐พ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ๐๐
๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ผ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ," ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ผ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐๐๐, ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ, "๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐ป๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฟ"
๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ, ๐
๐พ๐ ๐บ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐พ๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ, ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐
๐ฟ. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ผ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐บ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐พ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐
๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ป. ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
๐
๐๐ฟ๐พ, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐.
๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐ฟ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐
๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐
๐
๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ๐. ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐
, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐
๐๐๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐.
"๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐พ, ๐'๐ฝ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐." ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐พ. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐. "๐'๐ฝ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐'๐ ๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐," ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐.
๐๐๐พ๐๐พ, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐พ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐พ๐, ๐๐บ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐พ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
"๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐บ๐๐ผรฉ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ ๐บ๐๐พ ๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ, ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐๐." ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐
๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐
๐พ, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐
๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐
๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ป๐บ๐
๐
๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐
๐พ "๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐." "๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐," ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐
๐๐พ๐ฝ, ๐๐๐๐
๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐
๐บ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐๐. "๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐'๐
๐
๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ" ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐
๐
๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐.
๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐
๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐พ๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐
๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐. ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐ป๐ ๐บ๐
๐๐ ๐ป๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐; ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ๐'๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐
๐ฝ๐๐ฝ๐'๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ.
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ ๐บ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐-๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐
. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐บ๐๐, ๐บ๐
๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐บ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ๐พ๐ผ๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐
๐๐ฟ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ฟ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ. ๐๐๐พ ๐ป๐
๐๐๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐
'๐ ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐ป๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐พ๐
๐
๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐ฟ๐๐๐ผ๐พ.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐ฝ, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐
๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐บ๐๐พ, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐. ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐'๐ ๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐พ, ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ? ๐๐บ๐ ๐
๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐.
"๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐" "๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ, ๐
/๐ ๐/๐"
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐
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Going through my followers and blocking all the p*rn bots, call that the culling
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I can't with dad fics anymore, they're literally all so adorable ๐ญ one of my favorite tropes for sure and this specifically is so adorable and comforting to read!
dad jisung???
a/n: for my love @chvnnie i miss your face. i hope this does your wish justice. it was hard. also i donโt know how to end a fic lols
jisung as a dad is something you never could have prepared for.
he was more wonderful than anything you could have imagined during your pregnancy - always knowing exactly what you needed, giving you space when you were moody, letting himself take half of the weight as much as he could. he tampered down his own anxiety in favor of addressing yours and you couldnโt be more grateful for it. he even let you squeeze his hands so tight he got bruises during the delivery, and he pranced around telling everyone they were battle scars afterwards.
however, this just meant that once she was born, the anxiety that he had bottled up all came crawling back.
with each day, you relaxed more and more into being a parent, tasks coming naturally to you as if it was ingrained into your brain, while he began second guessing every movement he made.
even now, heโs tiptoeing into your bedroom with barely-there steps, round glasses perched on his nose, holding his breath as he sits behind you on the bed and looks over your shoulder to smile at the baby in your arms.
โhi there, little sprout,โ he coos, tracing a gentle finger down her cheek and smiling wider when she opens her mouth and gurgles at his touch.
โshe has a name, you know,โ you tease, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the babyโs head. you miss the look on his face, but you see when he retracts his hand as if heโs been burnt and scoots back.
you frown as you look back at him to see his bottom lip worrying between his teeth, eyes unsure as they flicker between you, the baby, and the floor.
โhey, ji,โ you say, keeping your voice as warm as you can, turning around as gently as you could to face him. โi was just teasing. you know i love your petnames, right?โ
โi just,โ he pauses, looking down and refusing to meet your eyes. โi donโt want to mess this up. i feel like iโm on the edge of doing something wrong all the time. itโs too important.โ
and the silliest thing about this situation is, heโs so good at it. at being a husband, at being a father, at having a family. it comes naturally to him, and if you replaced the second-guessing with confidence he would be sailing through whatever test heโs put himself under.
heโs impossibly affectionate, always telling her from afar that sheโs perfect and beautiful, bragging about her to everyone, taking videos of her giggling and making indescribable noises.
he always knows what she wants to eat. always knows just what her cries mean, whether she needs to be changed or sheโs hungry or she wants attention, even though they all sound the same to you. knows exactly where to pat her back to make her burp, knows to put her in the right clothes that she wonโt be fussy in, knows that in the winter she doesnโt like the heat turned up too high even though itโs cold outside because it makes her too warm. he knows. and yet, he canโt help but feel like he doesnโt.
โyou know sheโs half yours too, right? you donโt have to fight for her love. she already loves you, just like i do.โ you say, not missing the way the tips of his ears tinge pink at your words. โi would say she loves you more than i do, but thatโs impossible because i love you too much.โ
โno such thing as too much, baby,โ he murmurs against your lips as he presses a slow kiss there, leaning over the miracle youโve created together in the process. when he pulls back, he presses a sure palm to the babyโs cheek, reveling in how she opens her big round doe eyes at him as if she was looking at the sun. if anyone asked you, you would say she was.
โtake her for a second?โ you ask, gathering her up and depositing her into his waiting arms. โiโm going to go get some water.โ
you half expect him to say no, you sit and iโll get it for you, like he usually does, but he doesnโt. he cradles her like sheโs the most breakable thing instead, hands looking impossibly big around her, protective and more sure than they have been since the hospital.
the smile is still ghosting on your face as you slowly sip your water in the kitchen, letting him get as much time as he needs with her with no one watching his actions. even if itโs you.
the sight youโre greeted with when you creak the bedroom door open again is one you wish you could snapshot like a polaroid in your mind; heโs moved to the headboard, legs spread out in front of him and your baby cradled to his chest. heโs singing you are my sunshine to her, a look of pure adoration on his face, the same one you remember seeing when he first met you, when he proposed, at the altar, when he first laid eyes on her in the hospital. his voice is soft and floats around the room, bouncing around the walls and surrounding them in a cocoon of comfort.
โโฆplease donโt take my sunshine away,โ he croons, nuzzling his nose against the soft tuft of hair on top of her head. โno oneโs ever going to take you away from me, okay? from me and your mom. never.โ he swears, wrapping one pinkie around her entire tiny hand. her fingers curl around it, as close to a promise as she can make.
โat this rate, her first word is going to be dada,โ you say, making yourself known and holding back your smile at the way he jumps a bit. โsheโs definitely going to be a daddyโs girl.โ
โis that right?โ he says, looking down at her. โare you going to be my little flower?โ she gurgles a bit, imitating a laugh, and the way he laughs along with her creates a melody more beautiful than any of the songs heโs ever written.
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I don't really consider myself an engene anymore, but this dynamic >>> I've always been a sucker for Jake I suppose ๐ฅฒ๐ค
this had been on my mind for a hot minute but imagine science/math nerd!jake falling for history nerd!reader
science nerd!jake with history nerd!partner
a/n. anon this is genius.
also please leave some comments or feedbacks :( its kind of demotivating to scroll through notifs and see blank likes or reblogs :(
i would like to start with the fact that everyone hates you bc of how sickeningly adorable you two are ๐ค
jake wonโt shut up about you
even the teachers r likeโฆ
โmr sim we know your partner is great but weโre talking about of what stars are made ofโ
well you are the only star he needs so ๐
no but mans HATED history
like despised, even
but then you waltzed into his life with this little historical fun facts of yours :โ)
like you met because of a mutual friend of yours โ jungwon. he was tired of jake whining about how he sucks at history so he decided to introduce him to you and get him to start having tutor lessons
he didnโt listen to you though, he just stared at you and thought he was being slick with itโฆ
but anyways.
heโs so cute โน๏ธ
like when youโre playing some games idk knowledge is power or something similar heโll anyways choose historical categories so you can answer :(
even though he could pick the science ones and win easily :((
or sometimes when youโre eating lunch with him and his friends and youโre having convos
and youโll go like โoh speaking of bananas! did you know that in 1928 there was a banana massacre?โ
and then youโll move on with explaining in the tiniest detail all the bloody battles and stuff while theyโre all like ๐
except jake because he always finds it so amusing that you even know all this stuff โ and he genuinely wants to know
itโs the โlistens-talksโ dynamic but it works both ways
because sometimes jake will go on about how it happens why water is so extraordinary and youโll listen as wellโฆ but also because of how happy he looks when heโs doing that :โ)
and he loves your little historical jokes โน๏ธ and when you have some that connect to his field of science? he literally has hearts in his eyes.
โwho invented fractions?โ youโll ask. jake will pretend to think even though you both know he doesnโt know the answer โhenry the 1/4th!โ
he will punch anyone who says your jokes are lame. spoiler alert: sunghoon
he also helps you when it comes to studying for exams and such, if you still have scientific subjects โ and heโs actually good at that!!
very patient and good with explaining :D
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Where was this when I was super sick last week ๐ญ๐ญ this would've made everything a little bit better! I absolutely love the writing style and plot here-- I'm a sucker for sick fics
the cuddle cure
felix x gn!reader
super fluffy sick fic, felix blushes easily, mentions of medicine, just tooth rotting fluff
for my love @lixesque โก
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Felix knew something was wrong the minute he woke up.
He felt sticky, his shirt wet as a thin layer of sweat coated his entire body.
At first he thought that he had maybe just overheated during his sleep. That was until his early morning brain fog had cleared and he became aware of the body pressed up against him.
Your back was nestled against his side, the material of your t-shirt damp just like his. Felix frowned as he sat up, hovering over your curled up form to inspect your face. Your hair was matted to your forehead, a distinct pinch between your brow as you slept.
Felix called your name softly, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
By the third call of your name you began to shift in your sleep, a soft frown making its way on to your lips.
โAngel can you wake up for me?โ
Felix received a soft grunt in response, feeling his heart stutter as you sleepily rubbed at your eyes.
โLix,โ you whined softly as you rubbed your face against the material of your pillow.
โI know baby. Letโs got get a bath and change your clothes okay?โ
You shook your head, eyes barely able to stay open as they fluttered up at him.
Felix gave you a soft smile before leaning down to press a soft kiss against the tip of your nose.
โCome on Y/n youโre sick. You need to take a bath and get some medicine in you.โ
โIโm not sick. Iโm just tired.โ
Felix pursed his lips before brushing his fingers against your forehead, nearly wincing at the heat.
โI think your fever would beg to differ my love.โ
It took everything in Felix not to coo at the soft pout that graced your lips.
โFine,โ you sighed before sitting up, wincing at the sudden movement.
You let out a groan as you held you head in your hands and Felix felt his heart drop.
โWait right there let me go get you some medicine.โ
It took Felix less than a minute to find the painkillers, quickly making his way back to your side with a few pills and a glass of water.
โYou okay,โ he asked, cursing the way his voice slightly shook.
You nodded after handing the glass back to him to set on the side table, giving him a reassuring smile as you reached out to take his hand in yours.
Felix had always worried, maybe a little too much whenever you got sick. He didnโt want to make things worse by openly worrying about you but he couldnโt help it. He didnโt like when his baby was sick.
โIโll be alright. Itโs probably just a seasonal thing.โ
Felix nodded, eyes falling to your intertwined fingers.
โI know. I just worry about you.โ
You raise your clasped hands to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his handโcausing his ears to heat.
โI know you do. But I promise Iโll be alright. Now how about that bath?โ
A bath and some soup later, you were curled up in bed once more. Felix spent the morning running around, making sure that you had everything you needed. Even though you told him not to worry, that didnโt stop him from looking up every possible cure on the Internet.
You hummed as Felix read off some of the things online that would help with the aches and pains.
โI think they might be missing the most important remedy of all.โ
Felixโs eyebrows raise as he looks up from his phone to where your cuddled beneath the sheets, only your nose and the top of your head visible.
โWhat would that be?โ
โMy boyfriend, in my bed, cuddling me.โ
He feels his face heat, sputtering slightly as he nearly drops his phone. However, the giggles that come out to you at his reaction is worth the short-lived embarrassment.
โI-I donโt think thatโs a cure.โ
You pout then and Felix nearly melts.
โYes it is. Itโs called the cuddle cure.โ
โThe cuddle cure,โ Felix laughs, eyeing you as a fond smile makes its way onto his face.
You nod before lifting the covers.
โShall we find out if it works?โ
And if it meant making you feel better and getting to hold you?
Well, Felix would never object to cuddles.
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warmth
a/n. cries in single and waking up alone everyday
genre. i felt a big angstyโฆ but (un)fortunately iโm a big softie so thereโs happy ending :)
when you wake up, you feel warmth. not only the covers warmth or because of the heating.
you feel seungcholโs warmth.
his arms wrapped around you, like youโre a teddy bear in his hold. youโre in his embrace, surrounded by him. his chin is resting on top of your head and your face is buried in his chest.
for the first time in two months youโve woken up next to him.
you lean back a bit, to check if this is real, only to return to your previous position. you donโt want this moment to end.
you donโt even notice when tears gather at the brim of your waterline, threatening to spill out. your hands wrap around him and squeeze his waist, trying to hold in your emotions.
but your breath becomes uneven and even in his sleep, your boyfriend is very attentive.
โy/n?โ cheol hums, voice raspy.
โi love youโ you mumble, your voice cracking and the first tear dropping from your eye.
seungchol frowns and reattaches your hands from your waist to grab your face.
โhey, whatโs wrong? look at meโฆโ he whispers, genuinely concerned. even though youโre looking down, avoiding eye contact, he can still see the tears steaming down your cheeks and how wet your lashes are. waking up to see you crying wasnโt something he ever wanted to experience, especially when youโre in his holdโ
โnothing. i just love you so muchโ you let out a dry chuckle and manage to look up, meet his chocolate irises filled with love and affection. nevertheless, heโs still worried.
โi love you too, sweetheartโ cheol humms and his thumbs caress your cheeks gently. he notices the way you slightly trap your bottom lip with your teeth.
โitโs justโฆ itโs been a while since we woke up like thisโฆโ you mumble, burying your head in the crook of his neck as your hands look for his โโฆtogetherโ
seungcholโs heart throbs with pain; he knows, he feels guilty. work was kicking ass but nowโฆ he made a promise to himself to wake up with you, no matter what.
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Since when does this have so many notes ๐ญ y'all are making me wanna work on a project I have NO time for (I'm literally in the middle of finals bruh)
Wake Me Up (SKZ/TXT SMAU) Masterlist
Themes: Stray Kidโs Hyunjin x Fem!Reader x txtโs Beomgyu (Love Triangle). High School AU. Sports AU. Social Media AU (maybe some written parts eventually). Characters play football but only because I didnโt know what other sport to make them play. Includes the other txt members, other Stray Kids members, and Itzy (major roles).
Synopsis: For as long as any student or teacher can remember, there has been a rivalry between Copper Cove High School and Bronze Valley High School. There may be peaceful relations between some students, but the constant race to be #1 football and cheer team in the state has always caused quarrels between the two schools. Yn is a student at Copper Cove High School, and sheโs just trying to make it through her junior year-- however, several football players, her year-long crush on her friend Yeji's cousin, and an infuriating school gossip page is making that hard. When a new boy shows up in her biology class, will Yn finally have a decent thing happen to her love life?
Warnings (updated as the series continues): quite a bit of swearing, relationships between side characters, bullying/harassment, references to sex, implying that someone is a โwhore/hoโ, threats of physical violence, cheating, characters experiencing anxiety/depression/other mental health issues
Side Characters: Stray Kids, txt, and Itzy all play big roles in this story. Various members of Enhypen, BTS, Blackpink, Twice, and/or aespa may or may not be mentioned eventually (wonโt be super plot-relevant and will be kept to a minimum).
Taglist (comment on here or any chapter to be added): @gold-dragon-slayer, @nycol-ie, @scoups-of-sugar,
Updates: I'm super busy rn so it'll happen when it happens
Disclaimer: This AU includes both relationships between characters and multiple LGBTQ+ characters. I want to make it clear that I donโt mean to imply that this is the truth of the matter. Just because theyโre together in this series doesnโt mean I think theyโre together irl. Just because theyโre part of the LGBTQ+ community in this series doesnโt mean that they are irl (same goes for straight characters!) As an audience, we donโt see that much of these idolโs personalities, and I have taken many creative liberties with them, so donโt assume that their personalities here are their real personalities.
Chapters:
CCHS Profiles
BVHS Profiles
Chapter 1: Really, Chris?!
Chapter 2: Take It Down
Chapter 3: Schedules
Chapter 4: Crushes
Chapter 5: Girl's Day
Chapter 6: T Minus One Day
Chapter 7: First Day
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O. M. G. THIS! fics like these are the main reason why I love ff as much as I do. It's so rare to find an ending as satisfying as this, or conflict written this beautifully. I love the fact that ultimately, romance wasn't the goal, but rather friendship. Even if they do get together after the story's ending, it doesn't feel like the author is forcing that to happen, it feels natural. Like anything is possible.
Overall 10/10, this fic alone made my day 10 times better โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ
I.N.V.U.ย โพ han jisung
genre: angst
word count: 5298
pairing: reader x han jisung
description: when you think your best friend is not really the best, issues start to arise.
[inspired on Taeyeonโs song,ย โI.N.V.U.โย https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbZH7XWDW_k]
You two have been friends for what felt like an entire life. Wellโฆ it was your entire life. Your entire 20-something-many-years-old. Your entire primary, middle, and high school; your entire college and post grad, and god knows what else. During all that, you always had Han Jisung by your sideโ sometimes holding your hand, sometimes hugging you close, and sometimes by just smiling at you with that special sparkle in his eyes, the ones that made your knees weak and your stomach knot. You on the other handโฆ you were always the same. Always there for him, always smiling shyly, a few steps behind, pushing him forward and watching him grow while being stuck in place.
No. Stuck in place is too harsh of an expression. You prefer comfortably settled.
But then you grow. And time passes. And as much as it bothers you, things change, but never you and him. Or at least, never you. Han Jisung changed all the timeโ majors, jobs, interests. He still changes, one day after the other, always trying new things, always chasing new peopleโฆ. but never you. No, he never chases you, mainly because you never give him a reason to. You always stay.
So much so, that when he shows up at your apartment, drunk and messy, all you can do is smile and step away from the entrance, letting him in as if the house was completely his.
โAhโฆ thank god you were awake,โ He giggles, throwing his body on your couch unceremoniously. I wasnโt, is what you want to tell him, rubbing your hands on your tired eyed. I was actually having a really nice dream. But youโll never say thatโฆ not to him. โThe party was wild, Y/N, you shouldโve come. I donโt get why you always stay at home.โ
Shrugging, you sit on the little space his body doesnโt occupy on the couch. โI like my apartment. Parties are full of drunk people and thatโsโฆ a lot.โ
โIโm drunk,โ You know heโs drunkโ you can hear it in his voice, and you can smell in his breath. You know heโs drunk, but you donโt care. Heโs different. Han is different.
โI know, silly,โ Is all you say, getting up to go get the extra clothes he leaves at your place, hoping that convince him to at least take a shower.
Itโs like this whenever the weekend rolls aroundโ Han goes out, probably invited to one of many parties by his co-workers and old college friends, and for hours, you donโt hear from him. Itโs almost like you get to taste a life by yourself, try a different version of how things couldโve been without him; but those are quick to fade, usually around one or two in the morning, when the inevitably loud banging on your door wakes you up from deep sleep, stopping at nothing until you open up the door for him and his oddly charming, drunk smile. His blushed cheeks. His half-moon eyes. Get it together, you think, shaking your the thoughts out of your head as you went back to the living room, tiredly crouching next to him.
โJisung,โ You call softly, sighing when he doesnโt move. โJi, come onโฆ go take a shower. Youโll sleep more comfortable if you wash the alcohol away, Jisungie.โ
He does nothing but groan and waved your hand away, grabbing it right after and bringing it to his chestโ an attempt to a cuddling that has you in the most awkward position possible, and yet, you donโt dare to pull away. So thatโs how you sleep; in pain, sitting on your floor, hugging his spare clothes to your chest, but none of that matters because you, because the warmth of his hand on yours is enough to have you lulling back into sleep. This time, heโs not in your dreams, and when you wake up, heโs not in your couch.
โโโโโโโ
During the week, Jisung is the best friend you could ever want. Or need, for that matter.
He is present, from Monday to Friday morning. He picks you up for work, since you work in the building next to his, and takes you out for lunch and a well deserved office gossip sessionโ much like the class gossip sessions you two had throughout school, telling each other everything anything about the people in your respective classrooms. Usually, Jisung pays for your lunch, too, and thatโs if he doesnโt bring a full, home cooked meal on those cute little lunch boxes. I got bored and cooked a shit ton of stuff, is what he would say if you ask, and with a sheepish smile, the one that has him scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, he puts the food in front of you. Itโs always delicious and it always made the weekend to come hurt a little less.
But then the week passes and itโs the weekend again, and suddenly the lunch boxes mean absolutely nothing and it all hurts all the same.
You hate the way Jisung disappears on a Friday evening, after a perfect week as your best friend, with a simple text saying nothing more than โgoing out, wish me luck! ;Pโ. And you hate how heโll show up again, hours of defeating silence filled with useless TV shows and takeaway deliveries later, banging on your door with a smile that disarms you whole and leaves you bare and defenseless. A smile that leaves you at his mercy, running around your apartment at god knows what hour in the morning to try and make him comfortable, only to have him falling asleep on the couch again, you on the ground again, all twisted and uncomfortable againโฆ holding his hand again. And then, when the sun is barely up and the birds are still starting to awaken, and you are abruptly ripped away from your dreamsโ only to realize that he has just sneaked out of your house and left you on the fucking floorโฆ again.
So this time you promise yourself it will be different. You promise to sleep through the night, no interruptions. Or at least you promise to try.
But you know those are just empty promises.
You know that when he comes knocking, youโll run to the door. That when he smiles, youโll sit on your spot on the floor and wait until heโs gone. And that when heโs gone, youโll go back to wishing you had never opened that door in the first place, alone and crying in your room, avoiding the goddamned couch at all costs. And you wonder, in those 48 hours of pain, if the other 120 are worth itโฆ You donโt think youโve ever reached a conclusion to that dilemma, falling asleep with hushed whines and contained sobs, because even when you cried, you couldnโt let yourself go. So much so that when Jisung comes knocking that night, you already have your trained-to-perfection smile on your face. Tonight heโs a bit later than usual, and the knocks seem slower, heavier, as if something weights them down.
โJisungie, howโ oh my god.โ
The first thing you notice is the bloody lip. Split open and oozing crimson red, it makes you flinch as if the injury was your own. But then you see his eye, black and bruised and so, so swollen that it wouldnโt even open.ย
โWhat the actual fuck happened?!โ You shriek, hand slapping over your mouth to not wake up the whole building. Ushering him inside, you sit him in his usual spot, scrunching your nose as soon as the harsh and bitter smell of alcohol hits you. Just how much did he drink tonight?
Thereโs some stuttering from the living room and groaning or two but the pressure of having him like that, in that state, on your house, is enough to have your hands shaking, the pressure and nervousness of it all easily getting to you. The box of first aid, snug in between extra rolls of toilet paper and the sink pipes, is almost like a toy rattle, but you are quick to ignore it, just like you are with everything else that did not directly involve Han Jisung.
โOkay, letโs see whatโs hereโฆ oh god, oh god, okay, Y/N focus, focus, justโฆ fuck!โ The medical tape rolls out of your hands and under the couch and you swear youโre about to cry as you stretched yourself on the floor, reaching, reaching, reaching but never really getting there.
โY/Nโฆ Y/N, come on, stop that, Iโm fine,โ Jisung says softly, hands on you gently prying you away from the floor, finally, and sitting you next to him. His head is heavy when it falls on your shoulder and the way your thumbs fidget is enough to have him laying his much larger hand over yours, squeezing them in understanding support. โIโm fine. I promise.โ
โYou are hurt,โ You are quick to blurt out, refusing to look at him. โYouโre beaten up, with a busted lip, and youโre here pretending nothing happened. What the hell, Jisung?โ
โNothing happened,โ The words slur with each other, from tiredness and drunkness, and you sigh. The stress of dealing with him like this gets to you easilyโ a bit too easily for you to be comfortableโ and you push him away, reaching for the alcohol swabs and looking at him with sorry eyes. โStop looking at me like that. Justโฆ just be gentle.โ
Nothing about this would be gentle and both of you knew.
โOf course, Ji, I got you,โ And there was so much more behind those words, but this was not the time nor the place. โCan you open your mouth a bit?โ Cleaning the cut on his lip took longer than you thought it wouldโ every time he flinched or groaned youโd pull away, blowing gently on it, a bit too close without even realizing. โIโm so sorry, Ji, Iโm sorry,โ you chanted, trying to finish it as fast as possible.
โI think this is good, Y/N, thanks,โ He chuckled, sounding a bit more sober already. โItโs alright.โ
โStop lying to me!โ
You donโt know where this comes from, but the frustration and disappointment are palpable.
โWhat do you mean?โ
โJisung! You are bleeding! You have a black eye! You come to my house looking like this and you try to convince me that youโre fine but for fuckโs sake, how stupid do you think I am?โ
He opened his mouth to answer but you shushed him.
โDonโt answer that! What the fuck even happened to you?โ
A moment passes. โI donโt want to talk about it.โ
Thatโs the last straw.
โYou donโt want to talk about it?โ You echo, fuming as you stand up with your hands on your waist. โWell, I wanna talk about it! How about that, Han Jisung?โ
โAh, itโs like they say, Y/N, you canโt always have what you want,โ His laughter is stiff and uncomfortable and you just want to throw yourself out of the window. Has he always been like that? So selfish and self-centered?
โYou came here.โ
The silence that settles is everything but quiet, and your voice, small and low, scares even you with just how vulnerable it makes you sound.
โYou came here. You always come here. And I never ask anything. I never say anything, I never criticize, I never complain. I justโฆ I open the door because I know itโs what you need. Want. One or the other, who knows. But I do it anyways. Because itโs you, Jisung!โ
He rolls his eyes, a small smile pulling on his lips. โYouโre awake anyโโ โNo, Iโm fucking not!โ You shout, taking a step back and away from him. With a deep breath, you pinch the bridge of your nose, already feeling a headache coming through. โI meanโฆ Iโm usually sleeping. You come late and, I mean, itโs impossible not to wake up, you know? You bang on my door and you wake up the whole floor, and I open for you because Iโm worried and I donโt like the thought of leaving you alone when youโre drunk andโโ
โGod, youโre so uptight.โ
There is nothing for a second. As in, you feel absolutely nothing for a whole damn second. But then you do, and oh my fucking god, it hurts so bad. The way his words stung is only exasperated by the way he pulls his hair back, something you know he only does when he is feelingโฆ things. And not good things, not at all, but you are also feeling not so good things and itโs like both of you forgot how to speak for a while, him looking down at the ground and you looking straight into him, looking for something, anything, that would give you a sense of him feeling the slightest remorse for what he said.
โโฆwhat?โ
โI said, god, you are so uptight,โ Jisung chuckled and you donโt know whyโ there was nothing funny about this. Nothing to laugh at, unless he was laughing at you. โI went out. Got drunk. Did some stupid shit, and got hit. Things that normal people do, you know? Itโs not my fault that you lock yourself in your apartment all weekend, Y/Nโ I try getting you to come to parties with me, I try getting you out, but you just say no to everything.โ
Itโs the slight humor in his voice that brings tears to your eyes. The frustrated frown that turned into a calm smirk, the devil-may-care look in his shiny eyes, the absolute nonchalant attitudeโ it all amounts to what feels like a slap on your face, full of ultimatum and reality.
โI amโฆ I am normal,โ Your arms cross over your chest, shoulders curling inwards as you looked away from him, doing all you can to simplyโฆ disappear. All you want at that moment is to disappear. โIโm not weird, orโโ
โThatโs not what I meantโโ
โIโm normal!โ You say a bit louder, and there is conviction behind your words, you just donโt know if itโs to try and convince him or yourself. โIโm normal, Iโm justโฆ I just prefer to stay in. Is that so bad?โ
โNo, Y/N, itโs notโโ
โAnd I donโt say no to everything,โ The more you talk the more sure you sound. โI actually never say noโฆ at least not to you, Jisung. I always do what you want, andโ and you justโฆ I donโtโ I mean, you shouldโฆโ
โY/Nโโ
โYou shouldnโt take me for granted anymore.โ
Jisungโs eyes go wide, mouth hung open as if you had said something so unimaginable that it personally offended him. And honestly? You might just have. The sudden pang of fear and guilt that takes over you, however, is expected and even welcomed, the possibility of losing him and the safety he provides you being too much of a risk you didnโt want to take.
โAnd just to prove it to you, weโre going out tomorrow.โ
That was possibly the worst idea youโve ever had, and the most ridiculous thing youโve ever done for him.
The placeโ a club youโve heard about but never paid any attention toโ was packed with people you somewhat knew, that youโve seen around once or twice, and a few rare sightings of people from your own office, the wide smile and impressed looks they give Jisung making your skin crawl. But you are there and you might as well give it a shot, laughing when others do and taking a beer when someone offers. You dance when people ask you to, you listen when people talk, you flirt when people flirtโ you do everything Jisung always says you are โmissingโ, and you hate every second of it. Thereโs a falseness to it, like you are tip-toeing a very thin line in between shallow friendship and inappropriateness, that makes you feel nauseous, and for a second, you blame the alcohol, getting up from the couch you sit onโ arguably too close to this strange manโ and setting off in search of the man you havenโt see in hours.
โFor someone that wanted me to come to a party so badly,โ You mumble, a bit dizzy as you walked around pushing through the crowd. โHe did a pretty good job of disappearing in the first fucking hour.โ
It bugged you a bit, the fact that you havenโt seen Jisung in hours, but for the hour that you did see himโฆ god, he looked ethereal. Out there, in the dance floor, surrounded by people equally as glad to be there as he was, under the flashing, colorful lightsโฆ yeah, you didnโt know that guy. Youโve never seen or talked to that guy.
That man is not your Han Jisung. ย
Never have you seen him laugh like that, so free and loud. The people around him laugh, too, although they donโt shine as brightly as he does; for fuckโs sake, no one can shine as brightly as he did in that moment, surrounded by people that demanded his attention, hungry and desperate for it, much likeโฆ much like you. Realization hits you like a brick, leaving you frozen and paralyzed in place as his eyes scanned the crowd, not sparing a second on you and landing on the giggling group to your right.
And that hurt. That hurt because you donโt have to look to know that youโll never be like themโ youโll never have the courage to dress like them, or talk like them, or even have fun like them. Youโll always beโฆ boring. Weird. Not normal. So you leave him be, for a couple of hours or so, until you canโt stand it anymore and you get to now, aimlessly looking for your best friend in a full club while fighting off grabby hands and wondering eyes.
How you find him, though, is the true last straw.
On a wall next to the bathrooms Jisung is leaning over a woman. Youโre not really sure if sheโs one of the giggly beautiful girls youโve seen all night, but sheโs giggling and sheโs beautiful. First, you feel a tug on your heart as you see him whispering something in her ear; then, a silent gasp follows, surprised with just how quick he was to get his lips on hers; and when his hands started roaming around her body, those same hands that held yours through the night and to the ground, you turn around and make a bee line to the exit.
The ride home isnโt quiet just because the taxi driver makes a point of chatting all the way to your apartment, giving you a small smile once you pay him and turn on your heels, marching inside with no thoughts besides locking yourself at home for the remainder of the weekend. Your phone had died long ago so even if you wantedโ you didnโtโ you couldnโt text Jisung that you left the club and made it home. Would he notice? That you werenโt there anymore? That you left without a word? Admittedly on purpose, you donโt put it to charge before flopping on your bed, giving into pettiness all at once before closing your eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep, too tired to even cry at the burning pain of realization: he truly just doesnโt care.
โโโโโโโ
And once again, the banging on the door wakes you up.
But for the first time ever, you arenโt jolted awake. You arenโt scared, or anxious, or happy, or nervous. You are defeated. So much so, that it takes you a good ten minutes to make yourself even get up from bed, dragging your tired body downstairs. โWho is itโฆ?โ This is more out of spite than anything else, and it gives you a sense of satisfaction when you hear him huffing and puffing on the other side.ย
โAre you fucking kidding me?!โ
Itโs the rage in his voice that makes the alarm bells sound loud and clear in your mind, swinging the door and crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive manner. You have never seen Han Jisung like that, to be honest; usually, he is always laughing and smiling and his big shoulders are always down, you know? Always relaxed. But the man in front of you is angryโ his face is red and shoulders are tense and the snarl on his lips makes you cower a little, taking steps back inside the house and curling your shoulders inward to create a shield of protection around yourself. The man in front of you scares you and that makes your skin crawl. The thought of Jisung scaring makes your skin crawl.ย
โWhat do you want?โ You ask, closing the door behind him once he marches inside your apartment, sitting on the couch with his head on his hands.
Is it just me or doesโฆ does he look defeated too?
โWHAT I WANT?โ His head snaps up to look at you, eyes bloodshot and shaking hands. โI want you to fucking tell wha the hell were you fucking thinking, Y/N?โ
โWha-โ
โDo you even know how long I was in there looking for you?โ Jisung cried out, frowning, and his anger seemed to melt into worry and you frown with him. This isnโt how it was supposed to goโ you were supposed to go to that stupid party and have some stupid fun and just be stupid. And there it is, that familiar sense of overall guilt that always seems to find you, one time or another, whenever you are talking to your friend. Friendโฆ is this my friend?, you wonder, looking at him with wide, surprised eyes. โYou disappeared! Who does that? And your phone? Off! Why the fuck was your phone off, Y/N?โ
โJisung, what are you going on about? You didnโt even stay with me in that stupid club,โ You mumble, voice small and weak in embarrassment. The point is lost in between how needy you sound and how disappointed you are. โYeah, well, the point was to have fun,โ He shouts, getting up in a sudden movement, probably not even thinking about his words. But you do, and they hurt, and you notice how they hurt and you notice how the only things heโs been doing lately is hurt you.ย
โโฆAnd you canโt do that with me?โย
There is a silence that follows, tense and out of place. And the he sighsโฆ he fucking sighs and you nod, swallowing hard.ย
โI see.โ
โY/N, itโs not like that,โ Jisung mumbles, hand reaching out to grab yours, and itโs the fact that heโs on the couchโ heโs on that damned couch, in the middle of the night, after a party reaching out for your hand, that has you flinching away.
โDonโt touch me,โ Your voice comes out harsh and steady and for once, youโre actually proud of yourself. โIโmโฆ tired. Yeah. You know where the door is. Please be gone when I wake up.โ
โY/N, no, waitโโ And when he grabs your arm, your stomach tightens in a way that makes you sure youโre about to vomit.
โI said donโt fucking touch me, Han!โ You shoutโ you think this is the first time you actually shout at Jisungโ pulling your arm back. And just like before, his touch set a fire in you, but unlike before, itโs not one that makes you smile and giggle in your bed; this time, this fire is burning and wild and it is threatening over you unless you do something. โWhat is wrong with you?! What is fucking wrong with you, Jisung, cause I donโt know but somehow, Iโm in the middle of it and Iโm tired! Iโm tired of this back and forth, of this fucking mood switching, of this showing-up-drunk-in-my-doorsteps thingโ Iโm exhaustedโฆ have you maybe consider thatโs why I stay at home on the weekends? Because Iโm exhausted?โ
โY/N, thatโs notโโ
โAnd then you come here, all drunk and messed up, waking me at god fucking knows when, practically forcing me to sleep on the floor, and Iโmโ I donโt like it, okay?! I like weekday Han Jisung; I like the Han Jisung that comes over work to have lunch with me, and that likes going to the movies, and that makes a mean lunchbox, but fuck me, is weekend Han Jisung the price I have to pay for that? Cause weekend Han Jisung is an asshole that couldnโt give two shits about the things he says or the people he hurts. You dragged me to a party for what? To watch you make out with someone? To watch you chat to people? Thatโsโฆ thatโs not fun for me!โ
โThen what is fun for you?โ He shouted back, confused and clearly hurt too. โSitting at home, watching re-run of old movies youโve seen a thousand times? Sorry if I donโt like being stuck inside all day and want to see people!โ โThatโs not the problem, thatโsโ youโre not getting it, youโre not listening to me!โ This time, there are tears in your eyes, and it is your sniffling that makes him gasp, pausing mid-sentence. โIโฆ I feelโฆ I feel likeโฆ like you donโtโฆ like you donโt care, Jisung. Like you are my friend during the week just to be able to not be my friend during the weekend. Itโs like, itโs like you donโt want to give up even though Iโโ And you stop yourself, biting your lip and rubbing the tears that fall down your cheeks uncontrollably.ย
โEven though you what?โ He breathes out, eyes wide and watery too. He finally understands.
โEven though I have,โ You whisper, looking at him with everything you felt, everything you though, shinning through your tears. โI uhโฆ I like you. A lot. As a friend and as a person andโฆ and as man, but Jisung, Iโm tired. Iโm tired of compromising, and sacrificing, and giving up, and I justโฆ Iโm done. Itโs like whenever weโre together, I canโt be myself, because Iโm scared youโll be bored and leave, you know? My biggest fear was, well, is, my biggest fear is losing you, and somehow I think I lost myself and never noticedโฆ and I donโt like that. I donโt like that at all.โ
โWhat on Earth are you talking about?โ Jisung shrieked, sprinting up and you really want to tell him itโs a jokeโ you want to hug him and tell him itโs all a joke, but that would also mean youโd be admitting you are the joke and you are so, so, so tired of being the fucking joke.
โStop pretending you donโt know,โ You whisper, and every ounce of energy leaves your body as you mumble these next words, knees so weak that you have to crouch down. โStop pretending you donโt know how I feel about you.โ
โโฆY/N, no, donโt do thisโ"
โItโs the truth, and I know you know,โ You chuckled, sad and disappointed. โAnd I know, I mean, did you- you could, andโฆ fuck, did you do it on purpose?โ
It breaks your heart even more when he says nothing.
โFor fuckโs sake, Jisung,โ At this point, you are absolutely humiliated, hiding your face and tearful eyes behind your hands. โAre you fucking kidding me?โ
โItโs not like that,โ Han sighed. โI justโฆ I knew that if I said something, it would be the end ofโฆ of us, you know? Han and Y/N, done. Youโre my best friend, Y/N, I canโt lose you, not forms something asโโ
โIf you say stupid I will lose my mind.โ
โThatโs not what I meant, itโs notโ this makes no sense! So what? You like staying in and I like going out andโโ
โAnd every time you go out I have to sacrifice my time to stay with you, and to hold your hand, and to sleep on the fucking floor! And you leave in the morningโ you leave without making a fucking noise and you leave me on the floor, Jisung! On the ground! What the hell is wrong with you?!โ
โIโm sorryโฆ Y/N, Iโm so sorry, I never thoughtโโ
โYeah, I fucking know!โ Pushing yourself up, you decide that this is it; wiping your nose and rubbing your eyes, you stand on shaky legs and anxiety. โCause you never think! For some reason, you want me to do all the thinking and you donโt think about anything else but the weekend, and Iโm not a part of your life on the weekends, Jisung, Iโm just not! And honestly? I donโt want to be!โ
โDonโt do this, please Y/N,โ This time he actually touches you. He grabs your hand, like he did many times before, and pulls you closer, and closer, and closer until heโs crying on your shoulder and you take a moment to even process that the wetness you feel soaking your shirt are his tears. Heโs crying?, you think, incredulous. I didnโt even notice he was cryingโฆ what the fuck is he crying for?
You know what heโs crying for; heโs crying for the memories of years past, for the laughters and the cries and the accomplishments and for every single time you held his hand, looking at him with proud eyes and a wide smile that could make him believe he could conquer anything. And heโd look back at you with an equally wide smile, warm and full of hope, that made you believe that everything would be okay in the end. What happened to those kids? Technically, you did. You fell for your best friend and you put up with too much shit because you fell for your best friend, and as a result a ball of issues and problems amounted to this exact moment: you holding Jisung for one last time.
โYouโll always be my friend,โ You sigh, petting his hair and crying a little more yourself. โYouโll always be my friend but I think I need to relearn how to be your friend. I justโฆ I need to be okay, Ji, even if you leave. I need to be okay by myself.โ
It took him a while, but Jisung eventually left your house. And you eventually fell asleep again. And he eventually stopped coming to your house on those ungodly hours that you hated so much. Sometimes he texts you, and you answer him with a smile on your face. Itโs a different smile though, and it shows; it not inconsequential as it used to be, as weird as that sounds. Your smile is controlled and relaxedโ relaxed, can you believe that?โ and now, when you see Jisung for your scheduled weekly lunch, something you two decided to try and keep up for the sake of your renewed friendship, you donโt feel the need to laugh and nod at everything he says. You donโt feel that tightness in your heart when he leaves and you donโt look at your phone every five seconds when you tell him you got home. Now, you get home and the first thing you do is smile at your living room, happy to see that couch you once hated and even happier to throw yourself in it, turning the TV on and actually enjoying your weekends guilt free. And you think nothing had ever felt as good at that.
You still loved him, of course. And to not do that anymore would take some time still, but you know youโre on the right track. You know you are, and for you to know that about yourselfโฆ well, thatโs all that mattered.
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hi lovelies!! canโt believe I managed to finish another fic! it feels like itโs been forever and I missed you all so, so much! I hope you like this, even though is Y/N focused and has almost no romance LOL I also felt like trash making han be an ass, but oh well! as always, let me know what you think >.< Iโm slowly getting my creative juices back so your feedback means the world! thank you for the constant support as always, lovelies!
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โกโ ึด เฃช ึด ๏น seventeenโs hip hop unit as crushes
featuring seungcheol, wonwoo, mingyu + vernon.
seungcheol is the boy next door your parents have been trying to get you to date since he patched your scraped knees when you fell of your bike years ago. they go on and on about how heโs such a โhandsome young manโ, heads filled with white flowers and wedding bells, and you scrunch your nose up at the mere idea of even holding his hand. so what if heโฆ was cute, laughed at your terrible jokes, and made your heart skip a beat when you turn to find him already looking at you? it wasnโt like you liked him or anything.
wonwoo is the boy you see frequent your local library often, peeking through the shelves to see him in his usual corner, nose buried deep into a new book each week. heโs quiet, voice low as he speak to the sweet librarian in a soft voice, and he offers you a soft smile each time you help him check his books out. you should be working, really. itโs what that sweet old lady is paying you for, but you just canโt help but observe him from a distance. little do you know heโs been trying to work up the courage to talk to you outside the comfort of books for a little over a month.
mingyu is the pretty boy who sits behind you in you class, pretty smile always evident when you greets you in the the morning with a wink and a gentle ask about your weekend. your heart jolts each time your fingers brush as your pass papers down your column, and you canโt help the giddiness in your chest when he whispers a soft good luck! before each test. despite his popularity, he always makes time to catch up with you, and a small part of him hopes youโll take a chance with him when he awkwardly asks if youโre free sometime next weekend.
vernon is the best friend whoโs seen you at your best and worst, your highest highs and lowest lows. heโs been with you through thick and thin, and you canโt imagine life without him. youโre one part of an inseparable duo, and you wouldnโt change it for the world. until one summer, he moves away, and comes back changed. you canโt put your finger on it, but you swear your heart didnโt used to stutter when heโd draw close or take your hand. something about him is different, and youโre not sure if itโs because youโve grown up or because your heart is beginning to yearn for more.
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Bruh this is AMAZING and tbh I would read a whole 50k word long fic with this plot without batting an eye
vernon; test drive | 01
summary; hansol vernon chwe is crying at his doorstep like a taylor swift music video, and youโre for some reason there to helpย pairing; hvc / reader (f) genre/warnings; neighbors to friends, friends to lovers!au, slice of life,ย fluff, angst, twโcheating, mentions of pregnancy related to cheating, profanity w/c; 1k a/n; im still so oh so very sad over be the sun tour ending. i had such a great time and i miss vern so much, so i decided to write some sad!vern. would love to thank @theluttleprinceโ for making this gorgeous banner with these scans. *this will be a very noncommittal drabble series, i know this isnโt the return many were expecting but pls be gentle with meโunedited unplanned and all around chaotic impulses, you know the drill! take care drink water and have a wonderful week!ย
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seventeen, medical!au! โ ๏นโห vocal unit as medical specialties!
curious about the other units?ย check out hip hop unit and performance unit!ย content warning: hospital and other medical-related themes a/n: this little arc is finally done! thank you bunches to anyone who read any piece of this!
โ ๏นโห jeonghan, anesthesiology โ boy genius.ย โ literally said i'm going to choose a specialty that allows me to read and play games on company time while allowing me to make a difference in people's livesย โ quick on his feet, crafty in the solutions he comes up with, the person you'd want in a serious medical emergencyย โ has no fear, is not afraid to tell the surgeons he works with that the music they play in their operating rooms SUCKS.ย โ surgical team still loves him though โ medical students would be on their surgery block and see jeonghan watching tiktoks and playing puzzle games from behind the curtain and they're like ??? who is this guy ??? is he allowed in here ???ย โ one time seungcheol asked him to raise the patient's bed by a few inches and he just sat behind the curtain, made a whirring sound, and told seungcheol he was good to goย โ i'm convinced he has a collection of cool scrub caps and is always walking around with a lollipop that he stole from pediatrician seokmin's officeย โ i initially wanted to place him in psychiatry because it's said often in interviews that the boys go to him for advice/to rant, but i wanted to go down a different path
โ ๏นโห joshua, dermatology โ here for a good time โ have you seen this man's skin? IMMACULATE!ย โ the most relaxed attending you will ever see. rarely will you see him running around like a headless chickenย โ is only as relaxed as he is because he's terrifyingly smart. he actually considered a lot of other specialties before deciding on dermatology because he was drawn to the quick results and immediate gratification that came with treatmentย โ carries a bottle/stick of sunscreen in his white coat at all times, will send the group chat reminders to reapply sunscreen every once in a whileย โ despite jeonghan's advice, he doesn't tell his patients that he's 60 years old in order for him to get more credibility with themย โ tbh, i could see him going for plastic surgery if he didn't choose dermatology. i trust his eye for the aestheticsย
โ ๏นโห jihoon, radiology โ in a perfect world, jihoon would spend all his working days sitting in his dark office with his fancy monitors without anyone bothering him โ but life isn't perfect. it's actually terribly UNFAIR AND OUT TO GET HIM โ which is why the radiology department is the common meeting ground for all the other attendingsย โ it doesn't help that jihoon has a stocked mini fridge with snacks and drinksย โ he has considered locking his door, but he knows that seungkwan is friends with all the staff (meaning he can finesse his way to a spare key), or they'd find a way to break his door down โ and replacing a door sounds expensive โ absolutely loses his mind when an x-ray comes in and all he has to go off of is 'pain'ย โ pain WHERE SOONYOUNG? SEUNGCHEOL? HELP! HIM! HELP! YOU!ย
โ ๏นโห seokmin, pediatrics โ we all saw this coming, but that doesn't stop me from loving this concept so muchย โ if dermatologist joshua is the most relaxed attending, seokmin is the happiest oneย โ truly a child at heart. he and the kids spend their visits laughing and vibing with each other all day longย โ he takes it really personally when any of the kids name the other doctors as their favorite โ finds it is in his responsibility to work on the holidays, as he doesn't want any child to be celebrating it aloneย โ keeps candy and stickers in his white coat pocket at all timesย โ once woke up from a nap with med-peds doc junhui's hand in his pocketย โ has claimed to have trust issues ever since thenย โ refuses to give vaccines, has tried to get anesthesiologist jeonghan to do it only to be told that it's 'above his pay grade' (jeonghan is a sucker for kids, too)ย
โ ๏นโห seungkwan, internal medicine โ another well-rounded attending who knows a lot about every specialty โ a coffee fiend. you'll rarely see him walking around the hospital without his americanoย โ if you do see him without one, please get him oneย โ for someone who is so busy, he knows all the tea. yep, all your darkest secrets are secured in a little box in his brain. i'd be scared tooย โ he uses this to his advantage when he needs things to get done because it isn't blackmail if the hospital is familyย โ although he does often complain that he's burdened by the knowledge of everyone's issuesย โ it's a regular occurrence to see him and emergency medicine doctor soonyoung arguing with each other. he's always telling soonyoung to STOP ADMITTING PATIENTS WHO DON'T NEED TO BE HEREย โ heavily judges the students when he sees them thirsting over the other attendings... like please read a textbook, young one
#ace's recs#seventeen#I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SM YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW#I'M ABOUT TO GO READ THE HHU AND PU ONES BUT I COULDN'T WAIT TO REBLOG#i just... it's amazing
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seventeen: as boyfriends
song recommendation: something in the orange by zach bryan
note: thank you for all the love on my last seventeen post ๐ซถ๐ป
seungcheol
very, very loving and protective.
messages you every night making sure youโve ate and reminding you to go to sleep early for well needed rest.
heโll walk on the side of the pavement closest to the road so youโre farthest from oncoming vehicles and makes sure to have a hold on you when crossing.
heโll give you his coat when itโs cold out despite him shivering, caring much more for your welfare than his own. overall heโs a very giving boyfriend.
jeonghan
heโs a tease that cares deeply for you.
as a boyfriend he has a very warm heart, always having your best interests in mind and commits tender acts that youโre not even aware of.
though he may make comments that teeter on the edge of annoyance with his goading personality, you know heโs always joking.
when youโre ill heโll be the type to scold you, โi told you you shouldโve worn that scarf last nightโ while making a homemade tea remedy. he stays by your side the whole time, not caring if he catches the sickness, too.
joshua
literally the best boyfriend ever.
does all the stereotypical relationship acts but doesnโt care one bit that theyโre deemed as cringy.
heโll bring you flowers for no special occasion, buys matching items of clothing, takes pictures of you while staring at them lovingly and he definitely has you as his lock screen.
will be the type to have full blown conversations on the future even if you hadnโt been dating a full year. donโt be surprised if he has a ring picked out already.
jun
an affectionate mess.
heโs the type to both take your relationship seriously and also have a laugh; just letting it flow naturally.
will take you to dance with him late at night but doesnโt achieve anything because heโs too busy laughing on the ground with you.
will take you to every chinese restaurant in the area and shares very intimate parts of his life with you, the good and the bad.
hoshi
the cutest man to be in a relationship with.
youโre attached to his hip experiencing life at the fullest. of course one of your small adventures being a trip to the local zoo in support of his horanghae agenda.
heโs very affectionate - especially when drunk. heโll always have a hand on you, either on your lower back when walking, squeezing your knee when sitting down or just outright holding your hand.
is another one to take pictures of you in every outfit and every occasion. he just says you look โtoo cuteโ for him not to have a whole folder dedicated to you.
wonwoo
a silent but devoted boyfriend.
it took him a lot of building up to say the words โi love youโ but once he does, he canโt stop saying them. when you once pranked him by not replying, your heart practically broke by the lost, sad look on his face.
will leave you notes and messages for you to wake up and fall asleep to, some heโs too shy to say to you in person. every time he compliments you, a blush arises on his cheeks.
will teach you how to play his favourite games and watches movies with you late at night. he also loves giving you his hoodies because he simply melts at the sight of you in them.
woozi
heโs such boyfriend material honestly.
we all know, woozi would go crazy with songwriting with being in a relationship with you. arguably, his best songs would be about you ;)
letโs you stay in his studio to keep him company. even though you fall asleep every single time, just you being there calms him.
will buy you expensive gifts for anniversaries and little trinkets he thinks you would like on a random weekday. even though you argue he doesnโt need to, he loves seeing your face light up with a teddy heโs bought you or a bracelet that gleams on your wrist.
dokyeom
donโt settle unless you have a boyfriend like dokyeom.
cuddles you anywhere and everywhere, even though his favourite place admittedly is in bed, your head on his shoulder as he strokes a hand through your hair.
he so in tune with your emotions that he doesnโt realise that he laughs when you laugh, letโs a tear shed when you cry and so on. he likes to call himself your other half.
itโs his mission to kiss every inch of your body, heโs succeeded in all areas of your face so far. it was honestly quite shocking when he randomly kissed the tip of your nose without even a warning, a wide grin plastered on his face at the sight of yours.
mingyu
the most beautiful man as your boyfriend? sign me up.
does all typical boyfriend things. hugs you from behind, collects things from the highest shelf for you, goes on late drives with his hand on your thigh and much more.
cooks for you every chance he can get. he loves seeing your eyes widen at how his cooking skills can somehow improve every time.
youโll be the type of couple to dance at 3am, singing heart wrenching lyrics at the top of your lungs with no focus in the world but each other.
minghao
the most calming relationship to exist.
whatever your personality may be, itโs impossible not to feel downright serenity when with minghao.
youโll do many coupley-things together: meditation, yoga classes, stretching in the morning. youโll always have small fits of giggles together between each move but youโll still take the exercises seriously.
will read together late at night, or if youโre not a big reader heโll narrate a book to you so you fall asleep. heโll teach you chinese and also attempts for you to replicate at least one move in b-boying, but we all know that ends in the two of you laughing your hearts out.
seungkwan
having seungkwan as a boyfriend, youโre never bored.
heโll be there for you through everything. not feeling great? heโs there cracking cringe-worthy jokes and embarrassing himself so you at least smile. feeling ill? heโll cook up every remedy his mum taught him to make you feel the slightest bit better.
he sings you to sleep every chance he gets. whenever heโs caught up in seventeenโs schedules or his own variety show doings, heโll message you a promise of helping you drift to sleep the next time heโs with you.
comes up with a new, innovative way of complimenting you every day. even if youโve just woken up and havenโt even brushed your teeth yet.
vernon
a relationship filled with complete chill and zen.
you two have youโre own way of communicating with each other. when you meet eyes from across the room, you know exactly what the other is thinking.
wonโt be the type of boyfriend to initiate skinship in public, but wonโt leave you alone in private. his legs are always entwined with yours in bed, his arms wrap around your waist when cooking and so on.
will invite you over to his family home more often than necessary. his heart expands whenever he sees you interact with his sister like she was your own. he knew you were his partner for life from the first visit.
chan
a relationship filled to the brim with happiness.
he finds so much comfort in you that he thinks he relies on you too much. whenever he feels like this, heโll set aside a day of doing everything for you: cooking, cleaning, even giving you a back massage.
like jun, heโll take you to dance practice with him. he doesnโt get much work done, however, because if youโre lying down watching him, all he wants to do is lie next to you and cuddle you half to death.
will always be messaging you if heโs not with you. heโs either sending you updates on his hyungโs bickering, memes he found online or caratโs uplifting messages. his members know when heโs talking to you simply from this lovingly glazed look he gets in his eyes and a smile that refuses to leave his face.
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To All The Boys I've Loved Before - Secret Accounts
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To All The Boys I've Loved Before - Prologue: To All The Boys
6 crushes, 6 letters. Never to be sent, but rather to have. To confess without actually confessing.
Chwe Hansol. One of your best friends in elementary and middle school. At some points, it seemed like he was the only one who understood you, the only person you could relate to on so many levels. So, you found yourself growing fond of him very fast, and wrote him a letter. But he moved away after 8th grade, and you havenโt heard from him since.
Lee Heeseung. You only knew him for 8 weeks, since you met him at summer camp when you were twelve, but you couldnโt stop thinking about him for the rest of the summer, so he got a letter as well. Even though you barely knew him, you would always remember his sweet voice and the air of coolness that always seemed to surround him.
Yang Jeongin. Your lab partner in the freshman year of high school. Technically, heโs the only boy youโve confessed to since you realized within a couple of weeks of writing his letter that the two of you were better off as friends. You two ended up having a โcrackheadโ friendship for a couple years after that, where he would always make fun of you for that temporary crush, and you still keep in touch, although you drifted during senior year.
Choi Yeonjun. He sat across from you in math class during junior year. You never built up the confidence to speak more than a few words to him, but his confident aura and perfect lips gave you daydreaming material for the who semester, so you wrote a letter for him.
Han Jisung. Probably your biggest crush ever, lasting more than 3 years. You two had the same friend group in middle school: you, him, Christopher, and your other best friend at the time, Minji. He was your first kiss, it happened during a game of spin the bottle in 7th grade, and you thought about him constantly after that. But when your group got to high school, he and Minji gradually got more and more popular and they eventually started dating. By the time he moved after sophomore year, you two hadnโt spoken in over a year.
And of course, Christopher Bang, the boy whoโs been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Heโs the boy next door, quite literally since heโs lived in the house besides yours forever. Throughout everything, heโs supported you and been by your side. Heโs been there for every birthday and every school year. He would threaten the people who would pick on you in school, even when it meant getting beat up by them. You had a massive crush on him in high school after Jisung left, so you wrote him a letter. And although your romantic feelings didnโt last very long back then, recently, you canโt help but wonder if theyโve found their way back into your brain.
6 letters for 6 crushes, never to be sent, but to always keep.
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If they have to pick one term to describe themselves with, Lee Yn would probably choose hopeless romantic-- the six letters in their bottom desk drawer would agree. For every crush theyโve had, Yn has written a letter confessing all of their feelings in detail, and then tucked it away in that drawer, never to be sent.ย
Seems like a somewhat sad love life, right? Well, Ynโs younger sister Hyunseo thinks so-- which is why she comes up with the perfect plan to fix Ynโs love life! Perfect to her, at least. To Yn, the better term would be โthe end of the world as they know it.โ Especially since their best friend, Christopher has been making them feel all sorts of ways recently, and Han Jisung, their biggest middle school crush, is back in town.
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Prologue: To All The Boys
Episode 1: Back in Town
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Idk why, but this is like the best drabble I've read in a VERY long time. Like, it's so cliche, but it's so good lol. Ig maybe I think that because I was out of the house for a few hours and my phone wouldn't load anything else so I literally read this over and over again like 12 times
W E โ R E H O M E
badboy!vernon x reader
requested: yes it was, sorry that it was not completely what you asked for i just could not find inspo but i did not want to ignore your request either
warnings: suggestive, cliche as hell
"what's this?" vernon asked you for what seems like the millionth time since being in your room, picking up yet another item from your desk and bringing it closer to his face.
"vernon." you groaned slightly, getting bored of his constant questions. in his defence it is the first time you have ever let him step foot into your room, he just wanted to look around.
"you have seen my room plenty of times, i'm just trying to look at yours." he smirks and you feel your cheeks heat up at what he was trying to say. rolling your eyes slightly, you walk up to him and take the small book out his hands and he takes that as his opportunity to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you waist.
"you have a pretty room, you should let me round more often." he mumbles into your neck, the slight vibrations slightly ticklish as you don't reply.
it's not that you did not want vernon round, if it was up to you he would never leave. you just knew that if your parents saw his black motorcycle along with the smell of smoke that always seemed to cling to his jacket, they would hit the roof.
that's why you stuck to spending time at his place instead of yours, you knew your father would not be warm and welcoming to the mischievous smile that you had quickly grown to love.
you were pulled out of your thoughts when vernon moves your hair from your neck, his cold hand sending shivers down your spine and closing your eyes when his lips soon find their way to your neck. you slowly sink into him, his arms caging you close to his body to stop you from falling when his fingers tease you by only his fingertips sliding past your pyjama shorts.
"v-vernon." you breathe out, head falling back onto his shoulder and you feel the way he smiles against your lips. he was always able to distract you, even just by looking at him you found yourself staring for just a little bit too long. he made you feel so much happier, showing you that sticking to the same old boring rules was never fun and the way he looked so good when he-
"we're home!" you hear your mother yell from downstairs, followed by the slam of the front door. it felt like someone had just poured a bucket of cold water over your head as you're quickly trying to scramble out of your boyfriends embrace.
"shit, shit, shit." a string of curses leaves your lips as you and vernon both frantically search around your room, soon enough you could hear those footsteps quickly approaching your room as you're shoving vernon under your bed in a frantic manor.
with your heart beating out of your chest, you sit on your bed and stick a smile on your lips, this genuinely has to be the worst thing you have ever done.
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