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đ˘đđđđđ đťđşđźđ đżđđđ đ 5 đđđ đž đđđ đđ đžđđđşđđđđđđđ đ đđžđżđđžđđđđđ đđ đđđđž đđşđđ đťđđ đžđđžđđ đđđđđđđ đżđđ đş đđžđžđ? âđŚđđđâ đđđđžđđđđžđ, đđđđđđđ đđđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ đžđđžđ đđžđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđžđđžđđ˝đđđ đđđşđ đđđ đźđđđ đ˝đâđ đđžđşđ đđđđ đ đđđ˝ đşđ đşđđ đźđđđđžđźđđžđ˝ đđ đđđž đđđžđşđđžđ đşđźđđđđ đđđž đťđžđ˝đđđđ đđ đđđž đđžđđđđđđ đźđđđđđžđ. đśđđ?đŠđđđ đđđ, đ˝đđ˝ đđđ đ˝đžđźđđ˝đž đđ đđđđđđđž đđđđđđžđ đż? đśđžđ đ , đđż đđđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ, đđđ đđđđ đ˝ đťđž đđđžđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđžđ đż đşđťđđđ đşđ đ đđđž đżđđđ˝ đđđ đžđşđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđ đđđđđ đ˝âđđž đşđ đ đžđşđđ đđşđ đđđşđ đ˝đşđ, đđđşđâđ đđđ. đ đđ˝ đşđ đ đđžđđşđđ˝ đđđ đđžđ đđđđž đđ đđşđđž đ đ đđđ đđđ đđđđđžđ đđđşđ đđđ đđşđđž đťđžđžđ đźđđşđđđđ đżđđ 5 đđđđđđžđ đđđđ đđđşđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ. đĽđđđşđ đ đ đşđđđđđđđ đđđđž đđđ đđźđđđđ đđđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđđźđđđ đťđđđžđ đđ đđđž đ đđđđđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđźđđžđ đşđ đđ đđžđžđđđ đ đžđşđđđžđ đđ đđđž đđžđ-đđşđźđ đşđ đđđ đđžđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđžđđ đđžđđ đđ đđđžđ, đźđđşđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđžđ đđđđ đđ đđđđžđđ, đđđđđ đ˝đđđ đđđž đđşđ đ đđ đđđž đđđđ đşđźđđđđ đżđđđ đđđđ đđđ. âđđşâ âđ¨ đđđžđđ đđđžâđ đđžđđž đžđşđđ đ âđ¸đđ đđđđđđđâ đđđđźđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđžđđđđ đđđž đđđđ đđđđ đđ đđžđž đđż đđđ đđžđžđ˝đžđ˝ đđ đđđđđđ˝đđźđž đđđđđđžđ đż âđđ˛đšđšđź..?â âđ¸đđ đźđşđ đ đžđ˝ đđđâ đ˛đžđžđđđ đđđđđđđ đťđđ đş đđşđ đżđđşđ đżđđđđđđđžđ˝ đ˝đđşđđžđđ ,đ˝đžđđ đşđđ˝ đş đźđđđđ đžđđžđ˝ đťđžđ˝ đđđđ đťđ đşđźđ đźđđđžđđ, đđđžđđžđ˝ đđđđđźđşđđž, đżđđ đ đžđ˝ đđđđ đ˝đđ đđđđ ,đđ đđđž đđđđđđ˝, đşđ đđ đ đ˝đđ đťđžđ˝ đđđđđ˝đž đ đ˝đđ đźđşđđž đđđđ đş đżđžđ đđđđž đťđđđžđ đđ đđđž đđđ˝đž. đŚđđđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđž đđđđźđđžđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đťđşđ˝ đżđđ đđđđđđđđ đş đťđđ đđđ đźđ đđđž đđđž đ˝đđđ, đđžđşđđđđ đđ đđđđ đżđđđ˝ đđđ đđđžđđđžđ˝ đżđđ đđđž đđžđžđ, đđžđžđđđ đş đđđđž đđ đđđž đđđ˝đž đđż đđđž đđžđżđđđđžđđşđđđ.

đ đđđđđđ đ đ đđđž đťđđđžđ đşđđ˝ đťđđ đđđžđşđđžđđ đ đşđđđđđđ đşđ đđđđđđžđ đż âđŹđşđđťđž đđđž đđđđ đđđđ˝ đđ đşđ đşđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđđđâ đ˛đşđđđđ đđđž đđđđťđžđ đşđ âđąđđđđđžâ đđđđ đđđźđşđđž đđđ đ đđđž đđđž đđşđđžđ, đşđżđđžđ đžđşđđđđ đşđđ˝ đ˝đžđźđđ˝đđđ đđđ đđžđđž đ˝đžđżđđđđđžđ đ đđžđžđ˝đđđ đđđşđ đđđđđžđ.

đŠđđđ đđ đťđž đđđđžđđđđđđžđ˝ đťđ đđđđ đđđđđž đđđđđđđ. âđ˛đđđđâ âđđđŹ đŚđđĽđ đđĄđŚđŞđđĽâ đ˝đđđđđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝đ fđşđđ đ đ đđđ đđđđđđťđ đ đźđđđ đ˝. đŻđđđđđđ đđđž đđđđđž đđ đđđžđşđđžđ đđžđđđđđ đđ đťđşđźđ đ˝đđđ đđ đđđđ đźđđđđđžđ . âđŚđźđšđŽđż?â -đ¸đđ đşđđđđžđđžđ˝ , đźđđđ˝đđđđđđžđ đđ đđđđ đđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđşđ đđđđ˝đ đđđđ đ đđ đđđđ đđđđđ đ˝đžđđ. âđ¸/đ!â -đ˛đđž đžđđźđđđžđ˝đ đ đđşđđ˝ âđŹđ˛đŽđľ, đđľđŽđâđ đđ˝â đşđđđđžđđđđ back, đđđ đźđđđđđđđž đđ đđđđđžđ âđ¨ đđđđ đđđ đđżđż đđđđ, đđđâđđž đđžđđđđđ đđžđşđ˝đ đđđđđ?â â đŹđ˛đŽđľ đâđş đđľđźđđ˛đżđśđťđ´, đŻđđ đđ˛ đąđźđťâđ đ´đź đźđđ đđśđšđš 9 đśđâđ đŻđŽđżđ˛đšđ 12đŽđş â đ¸đđ đ đşđđđâ âđ¸đžđşđ, đşđđ˝ đđđ đşđ đđ đđđđ đ đşđđ đđđđđ đđ đťđž đ đđđ˝ đťđžđżđđđž đđđđ đđđđđđşđđž đźđđđžđ đđ, đđžđşâŚ đśđđžđžđđ đşđđđžđžđ đđ đđž đşđđž đźđđđđđ đđđžđ đđ 30 đşđđ˝ đđžđđđđđ đđžđşđ˝đ ,đŽđ§, đ đđŁ đŽđąđŁđ¤đą đ˘đ§đ¨đ˘đŞđ¤đ!â You lđşđđđed â đđšđżđśđ´đľđ đđđżđ˛ â đşđđ˝ đđşđđđđđ đđ đşđżđđžđ đđđ đżđđđđđđžđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđžđ đż. đśđşđ đđđđ đđđ đđ đ˝đđ đđżđż, đ đ đđđ đźđđşđđđž đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđ. đ¸đđ đđđ˝đžđđžđ˝ đđđž đźđđđźđđžđ, đđđđ˝đ đžđ đşđđ˝ đđđ˝đžđ đđđşđ đđđž đđđđ đ đđşđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đżđđ đđđž đżđđđ˝ đŁđžđźđđ˝đđđ đđ đđžđ đ đđđđž đđđž đ đşđťđžđ đžđ˝ đťđđđžđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đđđđźđđžđ, đşđđ˝ đđđž đđđžđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đđžđđđđđđ,đđđđ đşđđ˝ đĄđ đŹ đđđžđđđđđ đđâđ đđžđ đ˝đđđ, đđ đżđđđđ đđż đđžđ đ˝đđđ.
đ§đžđşđđđđ đş đťđđđđžđ đżđđđ đđđž đ đđťđťđ đźđşđđžđđş đđžđžđđđ đđđžđžđđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đşđ đźđşđđđđ đťđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđž đ˝đžđ đđđžđđ đđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđžđ, đ đžđđđđđ đđđžđ đđ đşđ đđđ đźđđđżđđđđžđ˝ đđđž đđđ˝đžđ đđđž đđđđ đ đťđđđđđđ đđ đđ đđđđ đđđžđ, đđđžđđđđ đđđž đ˝đđđ đżđđ đđđžđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđžđ đşđ đ đżđžđ đ đşđđşđđ đđđđ đşđ đ đđđž đťđşđđ đđđžđ đđđžđđž đźđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđžđ. âđłđđşđđđ đťđşđťđžâ -đ˛đđ đşđ đžđđđşđđđđđđžđ đ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ â đŹđźđ đ´đđđ đąđśđąđťâđ đľđŽđđ˛ đđź đŻđżđśđťđ´ đŽđšđš đđľđŽđâ -đ¸đđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ đ đ đđđžđđž đđđđşđđ đżđşđźđžđ âđłđđşđ đđşđ đş đđđđđđđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đđşđđ˝, đ đ đđđž đđđ đđđž đťđşđđ đ˝đđđ, đđžđşđźđđđđ đżđđ đ đđşđđžđ đťđđđđ đž đđ đđđž đżđđđ˝đđž âđ¸đžđ đđž đ đđđžđđşđ đ đ đ˝đđ˝, đ§đđşđđş đşđđ˝ đđđđđťđđđ đşđđž đźđđđđđ đťđşđźđ đđđđ đđđđđş đşđđ˝ đżđđđžđťđşđ đ đ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđâ-đ˛đđ đşđ đ¤đđđ đşđđđžđ˝ , đđşđđđđ đ đ˝đđđđ đżđđđ đśđđžđžđđđ đđşđđžđ. âđśđđşđâđ đđđđ đđđž đťđđđžđ?â đśđđžđžđđ đ°đđžđđđđđđžđ˝â âđ đđ˝ đđđđ đđđđž?â đ˛đđ đşđ đşđ đđ đżđđ đ đđđžđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđžđđ đđ đśđđžđžđđ đđ đđđž đđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđ đ. â đ đ đżđźđźđşđşđŽđđ˛ đ đ´đđ˛đđ đđľđ˛ đđŽđ đşđźđđśđťđ´ đđđđłđł đśđť đđľđśđšđ˛ đ đđŽđ đżđđťđťđśđťđ´ đđľđśđ đşđźđżđťđśđťđ´ â đ¸đđ đžđđđ đşđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđžđâ âđŽđ, đżđđ đđžđşđ ? đ˛đ đđđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ đđžđžđ đđžđ đđžđ?â- đ˛đđ đşđ đşđđđžđ˝. âđśđđşđ đđż đđâđ đ đđđ?â-đśđđžđžđđđž đđđđźđđ đ đşđ˝đ˝đžđ˝ âđśđđ đđđđ đ˝ đđ đťđž đ đđđ?â- đ˛đđ đşđ đşđđđžđ˝ đş đ đđđđ đž đťđđ đťđşđżđżđ đžđ˝ âđ¸đđ đđžđđžđ đđđđ, đ¨ đđžđşđ, đ˝đđ˝ đđđ đşđđ đđđž đđżđżđđźđž đđđ đđşđ đđđđđđ đđ?â -đśđđžđžđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝â âđĄđź đ đąđśđąđťâđ, đđ đ°đźđđšđą đŻđ˛ đŽ đ´đđ đ đ´đđ˛đđ, đŻđđ đâđş đđđżđ˛ đľđ˛ đđźđđšđąđťâđ đđŽđťđ đđź đşđźđđ˛ đśđť đśđł đľđ˛ đ¸đťđ˛đ đŽ đ´đśđżđš đđŽđ đ´đźđśđťđ´ đđź đŻđ˛ đľđśđ đżđźđźđşđşđŽđđ˛â đ¸đđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝â âđśđđşđ đđż đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđđ, đŤđđđž đđđ?â-đ˛đđ đşđ đşđđđžđ˝â âđĄđžđđđžđ đđžđ, đđđşđ đđż đđž đ˝đđđž đđđđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đđđđđ đžđ˝ đťđđđđđ đđžđ đżđđđđžđâ â đŞđđđđđĄ đŹđ˘đ¨ đđ¨đđđĄ đŁđđĽđŠđđĽđ§ â đ¸đđ đđžđ đ đžđ˝ đşđ đđžđ đşđ đ˛đđ đşđ đđđşđđđžđ˝ đ đşđđđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđžđâ âđ¨ đđžđşđ đđ đźđđđ đ˝ đťđž đş đđđđ˝ đđđđđ â-đ˛đđ đşđ đđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđâ â đđźđťâđ â đ¸đđ playfully threat

đ đ đ§đđşđđş đşđđ˝ đśđđžđžđđ đđžđ đđđž đżđđđ˝ đđ đđđž đ đđđđđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđž đđžđđ đđż đđ đđ đđđž đđđđźđđžđ đđ đđžđ đđđ đđđž- đđşđđž đżđđđžđťđşđ đ đ đđžđşđ˝đ đżđđ đ đşđđžđ âđ˛đ đđđşđ đđđ đ đ˝đ đđż đđâđ đş đđđ?â-đŹđđđđťđđđ đđđžđđđđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđ đźđşđđźđđžđ˝ đđđžđ đđ đđ đđđž đđđđđşđđđđ. â đĄđźđđľđśđťđ´, đ đđđ˝đ˝đźđđ˛ đŽđ đšđźđťđ´ đŽđ đľđ˛âđ đ°đšđ˛đŽđť â -đđđ đşđđđđžđđžđ˝ âđśđđşđ đ˝đđđ đđđžđđž?â -đŹđđđđťđđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝â âđĄđ đ§đ§đ§đ đ§đ â- đ˛đđ đşđ â đŞđđđ§. đ˘đşđ´ đťđźđź, đ đşđ˛đŽđť đšđśđ¸đ˛ đľđ˛ đđľđźđđšđą đŻđ˛ đ°đšđ˛đŽđťđśđťđ´ đśđť đźđđż đđľđŽđżđ˛đą đđ˝đŽđ°đ˛đ đŽđ đšđ˛đŽđđ â đ¸đđ đşđđđđžđđžđ˝ âđ˛đđ đşđ đđşđ đťđşđđđźđşđ đ đ đźđđđđđ, đđşđđđđđ đżđđ đşđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđ đđđžđ đđđž đđžđđ đđşđ˝ đđ đźđđžđźđ đđż đžđđžđđđđđđđ đđşđ đđđşđ.â âđśđđşđ đđ đđđđđ đđ đđžđđž?â -đśđđžđžđđ đşđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđž đđđ đ˝đ đđ đ˛đđ đşđ đżđđđ đżđşđ đ đđđ. âđ đđ˝, đśđđžđžđđ đđžđđđđđđžđ˝ đ đŹđşđ đđ đđđđđđ đđ?â -đ§đđşđđş đşđđđ đ đ đđđž đ đžđşđđ đđ đđđž đđđđźđđžđ đźđđđđđžđ đđžđđ đđ đđđ. âđ¨ đźđşđâđ đťđđžđşđđđžâ - đ˛đđ đşđ đđđ đ˝đ đđžđ đđđđđşđźđâ âđ¨ đđžđžđ˝ đđ đđđ đ˝đđđ!â -đ˛đđ đşđ đżđđđđđđžđâ â đĄđźđź â - You try explaining âđđđ đˇđđđ đŽ đđľđ˛đźđżđ đđľđ˛đâđđ˛ đŽđđđđşđ˛đą đâđšđš đđšđ˛đ˛đ˝ đđśđđľ đľđśđş, đ đđľđśđťđ¸ đśđâđ đŽ đ´đśđżđš, đŻđđ đđ đąđźđ˛đđťâđ đşđŽđđđ˛đż đľđźđťđ˛đđđšđ â - đ¸đđ đşđđđđžđđžđ˝ đđđđđđżđđ đ đ âđśđžđ đ , đşđ đ đžđşđđ đđđ đđşđđž đ˝đđźđ đđžđđ đ˝đđđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đđđđžđ˝â â đĄđ˘đ˘ đŞđđđđĄđ â -đ¸đđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝â âđŽđ đşđ đ đđđđžđ đşđđđ˝đž đđž đđđ 6 đđđđđ đđ đđžđ đđžđşđ˝đ đşđđ˝ đđž đđşđđžđâđ đžđđžđ đžđşđđžđ đđžđ, đŤđ¤đłđ˛ đŚđŽđŽ!â-đŹđđđđťđđđ đđđđžđ˝â âđ đžđâđ đđşđđźđ đđđž đđžđ đđžđşđ đđđđ đâ -đ§đđşđđş đđşđđ˝â âđĄđžđâ - đ˛đđ đşđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ â

đśđđđ đž đđđđđđđ đđ đđđž đżđ đđđ ,đžđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđş, đđžđşđ đđđđđ đđđşđ đŹđđđđťđđđ đđşđ đđđđđ đşđťđđđ đđđž đđđđž ,đđž đđ đşđđđžđ˝ đđ đ đžđşđđđđ đşđ 9,đşđđ˝ đđ đđşđ đ˝đžđżđđđđđžđ đ đđđđđ đđ đđşđđž đş đđđđ đž đżđđ 5 đđđđ đ đđžđ đđžđşđ˝đ. â đđ˛đ đ´đđđ, đđ˛ đđľđźđđšđą đđđŽđżđ đ´đ˛đđđśđťđ´ đżđ˛đŽđąđ đśđâđ 4:20 â -đ¸đđ đđşđđ˝ đđźđđđ đ ing đđ đđđđ đđđđđžâ âđ˛đđđ, đşđđž đđđ đđžđđđđđ?, đ¨ đđžđžđ˝ đđ đđđđşđđđđđžđ đđ đđşđđ đşđđşđđ!â -đ˛đđ đşđ đđđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđđ đđžđđđđđđ đđđđ đđžđ đťđşđâ âđ đ đđđđđ đ¨ đđžđžđ˝ đđ đđžđđđđźđ đđ đđşđđžđđ đşđđ˝ đźđđşđđđž đżđđđđ, đ¸/đ đ¨âđ đ đ˝đ đđđđ đđşđđ đđđđ đž đđđ đ˝đđđđ đđđđ đđşđđžđđ, đđžđş?â-đ§đđşđđş đşđđđžđ˝â â đŹđ˛đŽđľ đ đťđ˛đ˛đą đđź đ˝đśđ°đ¸ đđźđşđ˛đđľđśđťđ´ đźđđ đŽđťđđđŽđđ â - đ¸đđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ â âđ˛đđđžđđđđđ đđđşđ đźđşđ đđ đđ đđżđż đžđşđđđ đâ - đśđđžđžđđ đđžđşđđžđ˝ đđđđ đž đżđ đđđđžđđđđ đđžđ đ đşđđđžđâ â đ đŽđđŻđ˛ â - đ¸đđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ đťđşđźđâ âđŽđ đđđđ đđđžâđ đđžđđđđđ đđ đđ đđđđđđđ!!â -đŹđđđđťđđđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđž đđđđđž âđśđşđđ đđđşđ đşđťđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđşđđž?â - đ˛đđž đťđşđźđđđđşđźđđžđ˝â âđŽđ, đđđşđâđ đđđđž đđđž đđđđž đđşđđ˝ đđđžđ đđđžđđž đźđđđđđ đđđđž đđđđđđđ đđđđđ?â - đśđđžđžđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝â âđŹđ˛đŽđľ, đđľđŽđâđ đđľđ đ đđŽđśđą đşđŽđđŻđ˛, đđł đ đąđźđťâđ đ˛đťđą đđ˝ đđśđđľ đŽđťđđźđťđ˛ đđźđťđśđ´đľđ đ°đŽđť đ đ°đżđŽđđľ đŽđ đđźđđż đ˝đšđŽđ°đ˛ đ đźđźđťđŻđđđš? â - đ¸đđ đşđđđžđ˝â âđ§đ¤đ¸, đđđ đđđđ đđžđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đđđžđđđđđđžđ˝ đđ đ˝đđđťđžđ đđžđżâ âđśđž đ đđđž đđđđžđđđžđâ đŹđđđđťđđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ â đ¸đ¤đ đ§, đžđđşđźđđ đ đđđ đđđđ đ˝ đđđž đđđ đ đđşđ đđđ, đśđđşđ đşđťđđđ đŹđ¤đ¤?!â -đ˛đđž đđđžđđđđđđžđ˝ â đ đđŽđśđą đľđ˛đż đŻđ˛đ°đŽđđđ˛ đđľđ˛âđ đđľđ˛ đźđťđšđ đźđťđ˛ đąđżđśđđśđťđ´ đđľđ˛đżđ˛ đŽđťđą đŻđŽđ°đ¸ đđźđŻđ˛đż, đđľđ˛ đđśđšđš đŻđ˛ đđśđżđ˛đą đŽđťđą đđźđđż đ˝đšđŽđ°đ˛ đśđ đ°đšđźđđ˛đż đđľđŽđť đşđśđťđ˛.â -đ¸đđ đžđđđ đşđđđžđ˝â âđŽđâ đśđđžđžđđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝â âđ§đđ đşđđž đđđ đ˝đđđđ đđđđđđđ đ˝đđđđđđđ đđžđâ -đ˛đđ đşđ đđđşđđžđ˝â âđ§đ¤đ¸, đ¨ đđşđ˝ đđ đđđž-đđşđđž 5 đđđđđđžđ đşđđ đâđşđ đ đđđđ đđ đđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đťđđźđđžđđžđ˝ đťđşđźđâ âđ¨âđ đ đđžđ đđđž đżđđđžđťđşđ đ đ, đťđžđżđđđž đđđž đżđđđđđđžđ đđđžđ đşđ đ đđ đđžđ đđđâ -đŹđđđđťđđđ đđđđžđ˝ đđđđing đťđşđźđ đđ đđđž đđđđźđđžđâ âđśđ đ¨đł đ¨ đśđ đđł đłđ§đ¤ đŽđłđ§đ¤đą đŚđąđ¤đ¤đ đ đŻđŻđŤđ¤!â -đśđđžđžđđ đđžđ đ đžđ˝ đşđżđđžđ đŹđđđđťđđđ â âđ đđđđşđđ, đ¸đđ đ đđđ đđ đđđ đđ đ¨đ˝ đżđđźđ.â -đ§đşđđđş đđđđđ đžđ đđžđ đťđđđđ âđđđ đżđşđ đ đťđşđźđ đ đşđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđşđđđđ đźđđşđđâ â đ¨âđ đđžđđđđđ, đđđž đžđđđđđžđ˝ đťđşđźđ đ´đŚđ§ đ˛đŽ đ§đŽđłâ â đđľđśđšđš đśđł đđ˛ đ´đ˛đ đđźđź đąđżđđťđ¸, đđ˛ đşđśđ´đľđ đ˛đťđą đđ˝ đŻđŽđ°đ¸ đđźđ´đ˛đđľđ˛đż â -đ¸đđ đđđđžđ˝â âđ¨đ đđđşđ đş đđđđđđđž? -đ˛đđž đżđđ đ đđđžđ˝, đ¸đđ đđđşđđžđ˝ đşđ đžđşđźđ đđđđžđ đťđžđżđđđž đťđđđđžđ˝ đđđ đ đşđđđđđđâ âđĄđ đ§đ đ§đ đ§đ â âđŽđ đ đžđâđ đđđđşđđđđđžđ đđđđ đđşđđ đťđžđźđşđđđž đđâđ đşđ đđđđ 8 đşđđ˝ I đđžđžđ˝ đđ đ˝đ đŹđđđđťđđđ đđşđđ đđđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđž đźđđşđđđžđ đđžđ đđđđ˝â -đ§đđşđđş đžđđđ đşđđđ
âđ đ đđđđđ đđž đşđđž đşđ đ đđđ đđż đđđžđžđ đşđđđ đž đťđđ đđž đđđ đźđđžđđđ, đźđđźđđđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđđžđ đđđž đ¨ đđžđđžđ đđžđžđ đťđşđźđ đťđđ đşđđđđşđđ ,đđžđđž đđđ đđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đđđđđž when đđžđđđđing ďżź â đŞđľđ˛đżđ˛âđ đ đźđźđťđŻđđđš? â- đ¸đđ đşđđđžđ˝ peeking đťđžđđđđ˝ đđžđâ âđŽđ đđđžâđ đđžđ đđđđ đźđ đžđşđ đđ đťđžđźđşđđđž đđđâđđž đđđđđđşđđž đđ đźđđđđđ đđđđž đđđđđđđ đđđđđ?â -đśđđžđžđđ đđžđđđđ˝đžđ˝ đđđâ â đŚđľđśđ đđ˛đŽđľ, đ đłđźđżđ´đźđ â âđ¸đđ đđđđđ đ˝ đđđđťđşđťđ đ đđžđđ đđđžđ đđđ đđđđ đ đđđžđ đ đđđâđ đťđž đźđđđđđ đđđđž đđđđđđđ â -đ§đđşđđş đđşđđâ âđŹđ˛đŽđľ, đđźđâđżđ˛ đżđśđ´đľđ â -đ¸đđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ đđđđ đž đśđđžđžđđ đđşđđ˝đžđ˝ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđž.


đ¸đđ đşđđ˝ đŹđđđđťđđđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đđđž đźđşđ đđđđ đž đđđž đđžđđ đđż đđđž đđđđ đ đ đđđžđ˝ đđ đđđđ đ đđđđžđ˝ đşđđđ đ đ đđđžđ đ đđđđžđ˝ đżđđ đđđ đťđđđ đđ đđđđ đđ, âđŁđ đđđ đđžđž đđđžđ?â đśđđžđžđđ đşđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđžđ đđđ đźđ đđđžđ đđ đđđž đťđđđđźđžđâ âđŽđ, đđžđđžđđđđđ˝ đ¨ đđžđž đđđžđâ -Sđđž đđžđđ đđžđ˝â âđśđşđđž đđđžđ đđđžđâ-đ˛đđ đşđ đđşđđ˝ đ đ đđđž đşđ đđ đđđđžđ˝ đđ đđžđ đđđđ đşđđđžđđđđđ, đđđ đđđşđđđžđ˝ đđşđ đđđđ đżđşđđđžđ,đđđžđ đđđ đđđ đźđ đđđžđ đđđđ đŹđđđđťđđđ đđ đđđđđ đ đşđđžđşđ˝ đđż đđđ, đŤđđđđđđ đ˝đđđ đżđđ đş đđžđźđđđ˝ ,đ đđđž đş đťđ đđđ đđż đşđ đžđđž, đ đđşđ đ đđ đşđđ đđđđ đđđ,â đđ-đđđđŠ! â -đ¸đđ đđžđşđđ˝ â đşđ đđđđ đđşđđđđ đđđđđťđ đž đťđşđźđ đşđ đđđ đđđşđťđťđžđ˝ đđđđ đđđž đđ đźđşđ đ đžđ˝ đđşđ đ â đđđ°đ¸-đŚđźđżđżđ đś đąđśđąđťâđ đşđ˛đŽđť đđź đ´đżđŽđŻ đđźđ â -đ¸đđ đđđžđđđžđ˝ đťđşđźđ đđđđđđ đđ đđžđđşđđ đđđđ đťđşđ đşđđźđž đđđžđ đđđđž đ đžđđđđđ đđđ đđâ âđđ¤đ§đ§đŽ, đđ¤-đŽđ¤đŞâđ§đ đđđŁđ đ đŹđđ¨đŁâđŠ đĄđ¤đ¤đ đđŁđ đđđđđŁđ đ˘đ. đđ¤đ§đ§đŽ đđđđđŁ â -đ§đž đşđđđ đđđđđžđ˝ đşđđşđđ đşđ đđž đđđžđžđ đžđ˝ đ˝đđđ đđ đđžđ đđđđ đđđđđž đđşđđ˝đđđ đđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđ, noticing ďżźđđşđđ đđ đđđ đşđđ, đ˛đžđžđđđ đđđ đđđđ đž đşđđ˝ đđžđđđđđ đş đđ đđđđđž đđż đđđ đ đđ đđđđâ âđŞđđđđđž đđđ đşđ đđđđ đđđ đ đžđ˝ đđđž đđđđ ââ -đ đđđđđđžđ đťđ đđđ˝đž đđşđ đđđđđđžđ˝ đżđđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ ââđşđ đ đžđşđđ đđđđđđ˝đđźđž đđđđđđžđ đż đťđžđżđđđž đđđ đđđđ đđžđâ -đ¸đđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ đşđ đ˛đđ đşđ đşđđđđđşđźđđžđ˝ đđđ âđ¸/đ, đşđđž đđđ đđ?â -đđđž đđđđđžđ đđđđşđđ˝đ đđđâ â đŹđ˛đŽđľ, đˇđđđ đŽ đđšđśđ´đľđ đ°đźđťđ°đđđđśđźđť â -đ¸đđ đđđđžđ˝ đđşđđing đđđ, đ đđđđđđ đťđşđźđ to đđžđž đđđžđ đ đşđđđđđđ đşđ đđžđ đ đşđ đş đżđžđ đđđđžđ đđđđ đşđđđđđşđźđđđđ đđđžđ. âđśđđşđ đđđž đđžđ đ đđşđ đđđşđ đđđđ đ đ â -đ§đđşđđş đşđđđžđ˝ đđđđ đž đđžđžđđđđ đťđşđźđ đşđ đđđžđ.â â đđśđąđťâđ đđźđ đđ˛đ˛ đ đđŽđ đľđśđ đŻđ đŽ đđŽđšđš? â -đ¸đđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ đşđ đŹđđđđťđđđ đźđđžđźđđžđ˝ đżđđ đşđđ đđđđđşđđ đđđşđ đđşđ đđşđđž đđźđźđđđđžđ˝â âđ¸đžđş đđđşđ đş đżđđźđđ đđđđşđżđżđžâ -đ˛đđ đşđ đđđđžđâ âđ¸đđ đđşđ đđđşđ đđđ?â đ§đđşđđş đđđđđ đžđ đşđ đđđž đ đđđđ đťđşđźđ đşđ đđđžđâ âđ¸đžđş đžđđžđđđđđž đđşđ? đ¸đđđ đđşđ đđđđ đşđťđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđ?â-đŹđđđđťđđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝â -đśđđžđžđđ đđđ đ đđđđđ đžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđşđđ˝â âđ¸đđ đťđđ đşđđ˝ đđşđ đ đđ đťđđđ đđşđđâ -đ¸đđ đşđ đ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ â đŚđľđđ đđ˝, đđľđ˛đâđšđš đľđ˛đŽđż đđźđ â -đ¸đđ đťđžđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđž đđđ đ đđđđđžđ˝ đđđđ đž đđşđđđđ âđ đđđđ đ đđđž đđđđžđđđžâđ đđžđđđđđ đ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđđ..â đťđžđżđđđž đđđž đđđ đ đ đđđž đđđđ đ đťđşđźđ đđ đ đđđž âđ§đžđ, đ¸/đ đđđđđ?â đđđ đđžđşđđ˝ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ đđđđđžđ˝ đşđđđđđ˝ đđ đđžđž. âđđšđŽđť ?â -đ¸đđ đđđžđđž đđşđđžđ đşđťđşđźđ đ đ đđž đđşđ đđđ đđđđžđđđž đđđ đžđđđžđźđđžđ˝ đđ đđžđž đđż đđž đđđžđđž đťđžđđđ đđđđžđđâŚâ đ đľđŽđđ˛đťâđ đđ˛đ˛đť đđźđ đđśđťđ°đ˛ đđźđšđšđ˛đ´đ˛ âŚ
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âđ đđśđŚđ´đ´ đşđ°đś đ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ đľđ°đ° đ´đđ°đ¸ đŤđśđŻđ¨đŹđ°đ°đŹâ-đđŞđŽđŞđŻ đľđŚđ˘đ´đŚđĽâ âđđĄđ¤đŹ? đđđâŚđâđ˘ đđŞđ¨đŠ đŹđđđŠđđŁđ đđ¤đ§ đđđ§ đŠđ¤ đđđŠ đđ¤đ§đđ đ¤đ đŠđđđŠ.â -đđŚ đŠđ˘đđ§đŠđŚđ˘đłđľđŚđĽđđş đŤđ°đŹđŚđĽ đđ°đ°đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đ˘đľ đşđ°đśâ âđđ° đľđŠđŞđ´ đŞđ´ đŹđ°đ°đŹđŞđŚđ´ đ§đŞđłđ´đľ đ§đśđ¤đŹ đ˘đľ đŠđŞđ´ đŻđŚđ¸ đąđđ˘đ¤đŚâ -đđ˘đŚ đŤđ°đŹđŚđĽ đ˘đđ°đŻđ¨â âđđŞđłđ´đľ đ˘đŻđĽ đŽđ°đ´đľ đĽđŚđ§đŞđŻđŞđľđŚđđş đŻđ°đľ đđ˘đ´đľ, đ đŠđŚđ˘đłđĽ đşđ°đśđł đłđ°đ°đŽđŽđ˘đľđŚ đŞđ´ đ˘ đ¨đŞđłđâ-đđ˘đŽđŤđ°đ°đŻ đđ°đľđŚđĽ â âYđŚđ˘ đ´đŠđŚ đŹđŚđŚđąđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ§đśđ¤đŹđŻ đ˘đąđłđ˘đľđŽđ˘đŻđľ đ¤đđŚđ˘đŻ, đđŞđĽ đ´đŠđŚ đŚđˇđŚđł đ´đŚđŚ đľđŠđŚ đŻđ°đľđŚ đşđ°đś đđŚđ§đľ?â -đđ°đ´đŚđ°đŹ đ˘đ´đŹđŚđĽâ âđđ đŽđđđ, đ¨đđ đ¨đđđ đ¨đđ đŹđđ¨ đ¨đŠđđŽđđŁđ đ¤đŤđđ§ đđŠ đ đđ§đđđŁđđ¨ đĽđĄđđđ đŠđ¤đŁđđđđŠ đ¨đ¤ đ đđ¤đŠ đŠđđ đđĽđđ§đŠđ˘đđŁđŠ đŠđ¤ đ˘đŽđ¨đđĄđ đđŁđ đŠđđ đ§đđ¨đŠ đŹđđŠđ đđđ§ â-đŠđŚ đ¸đŞđŻđŹđŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚ đđ°đ°đŹđŚđĽ đľđ°đ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đşđ°đś đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đ°đŽđŚ đ¨đśđşâ âđđŠ đđ°đ°đŹđ´ đđŞđŹđŚ đ´đŠđŚâđ´ đ˘đđłđŚđ˘đĽđş đ¨đ°đľ đŠđŚđł đŁđ˘đ¤đŹđśđą đąđđ˘đŻâ -đđŞđŻ đ˘đŻđĽ đđ˘đŚ đđ˘đśđ¨đŠ đ˘đľ đ đ°đ°đŻđ¨đŞđ´ đ¤đ°đŽđŽđŚđŻđľâ â đâđ˘ đŁđ¤đŠ đŹđ¤đ§đ§đđđ â -đđśđŻđ¨đŹđ°đ°đŹ đ´đľđ˘đľđŚâđ´ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ˘ đ´đŽđŞđđŚ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚ đ´đľđŚđ˘đđ´ đ˘ đ¨đđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ đ˘đľ đşđ°đś đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đđ˘đľđ¤đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đđľđŚđą iđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚâ âđđŠ, đ đŹđŻđ°đ¸ đ đ¸đ˘đ´ đľđ˘đđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ đşđ°đś đŁđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹđśđąâ đŚđˇđŚđłđşđ°đŻđŚ đđ˘đśđ¨đŠđŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đŤđśđŻđ¨đŹđ°đ°đŹ đŠđŞđľđ´ đŤđŞđŽđŞđŻ đ§đ°đł đđ˘đśđ¨đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đŠđ˘đłđĽđŚđ´đľâ

đśđž đşđ đ đđđ đđ đđđž đťđđđđ, đťđžđżđđđž đ đ đşđ đđşđđ˝ đđž đđşđ đđđđđ đđ đźđşđđźđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đ đşđđžđ, đ đ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđžđ đđ đđşđ đťđđ đ đđđđ đđđžđ đđđ đđşđ đđđ đşđ đđđđ đ˝đđđ đđđ đđşđ đşđđ˝ ,đŹđđđđ đşđ đđžđ đ đđđ đđşđđđ, đĽđđđ đş đđđđ đđđđ đťđđđđžđ đđđđ đđđşđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đťđ đđđ đťđđđđ. âđ§đžđ, đđđşđ đ˝đđ˝ đđđ đđđđđ?, đśđşđđâđ đđž đđđž đđđ đđż đđđ đđđđđđźđ đźđ đşđđ đđ đźđđ đ đžđđž?â -đŹđđđđťđđđ đşđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđžđžđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ đđđđ, âđ¸đžđş đşđđ˝ đźđđžđđđźđşđ /đťđđđ đđđ đťđžđźđşđđđž đđž đżđđźđđžđ˝ đđđž đđžđşđźđđžđâ âđśđ§đ đłâ đđđ đşđ đ đđźđđžđşđđžđ˝ âđ§đđđ§ đŞđđŚ đđđ ! đ đšđśđđ˛đżđŽđšđšđ đ´đźđđđśđ˝đ˛đą đŽđŻđźđđ đśđ đđśđđľ đľđśđş!!! â - đ¸đđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ đđđđźđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđ đđžđđžđđťđžđđžđ˝ đżđđđđ đđžđ đ đđđ đđđ đđđž đđđđđđ đşđťđđđ đđ. âđđżđ˛ đđźđ đđđżđ˛ đđľđ˛đ˛đťđś? â-đ¸đđ đ˝đđđťđđžđ˝ her đşbout it â đ¸đŽđ´ đŞđđŽđś đ¨ đśđŽđ´đŤđŁ đđ¤đľđ¤đą đŤđ¨đ¤ đ đĄđŽđ´đł đŚđŽđ˛đ˛đ¨đŻâ -đ˛đđž đ˝đžđżđžđđ˝đžđ˝ đđžđđđžđ đżâ đđžđ đ đđžđşđ đşđ đđđđđđ đđ đđşđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đťđžđ đđžđđž đşđ đżđđđđ đźđđđđđ˝đžđđđđ đđž đđžđđđđđžđ đ đđžđžđđžđ˝ đđđđžđđžđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđž đđđťđđžđźđ đťđđ đđđ đşđ đđşđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđşđ đđžđđđ˝ đđđžđ đđđ đđđžđđž đđđ˝đ˝đžđđ đ 2đžđ˝ đ¨đ đđđž đźđ đşđđ đđđđ đş 4.8 đđđş đşđđ˝ đđđ đđşđ 3.5 đđ đđžđđžđ đźđđđđđžđ˝ đđđđ đđđđ˝ đđđ đžđđžđ đşđżđđžđ đđđ đđđ đżđđźđđžđ˝ đđ đđđž đ đđťđđşđđâ â đ đťđ˛đ˛đą đŽ đąđżđśđťđ¸! âđ¸đđ đđşđđ˝ đşđ đđđ đđđ đđâ â đŽđ§ đŹđ¤ đłđŽđŽâ -đ˛đđ đşđ đżđđ đ đđđžđ˝ đđđ đťđđ đđđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđž đđđ đđđž đđđ˝đžđđ đđđşđ đđđžđđž đđđđđđ đşđ đđžđ đđ đđđž đđşđ đđ đđđâ â đđ˛đ đ đŽđ´đ´đśđ˛ đšđ˛đ đşđ˛ đ´đ˛đ đŽ đŻđšđ˛đťđąđ˛đą đ°đźđ°đźđťđđ đşđŽđżđ´đŽđżđśđđŽ,đ đŽđ¸đ˛ đśđ đŽ đąđźđđŻđšđ˛ đŽđťđą đŚđźđšđŽđż? â đ đ đŹđžđđşđ đđđđ đđđž đđđ˝đžđ đşđđ˝ đđđđžđ đťđ đ˛đđ đşđ đđđžđ đđđđ đđđž đđđđđ đđ đđđž đđşđťđ đž đžđđźđžđđ đżđđ đđđđđ â đ¸đđ đđđ đźđđđđđ?â -đ˛đđ đşđ đşđđđžđ˝ coming đťđşđźđ đżđđ đđđž đđđđžđ đ˝đđđđđ âđŹđ˛đŽ , đâđšđš đ°đźđşđ˛ đśđť đŽ đŻđśđ. â -đ¸đđ đđđ đ˝ đđžđ đşđżđđžđ đżđđđđđđđđ đđđđ đđşđđđşđđđđşâ
â đžđđŁ đ đđŞđŠ đŽđ¤đŞ đ đ¨đđ¤đŠ đŹđđđĄđ đŽđ¤đŞđ§ đđ¤đŽđđ§đđđŁđ đđ¨ đđ¤đŁđâ đ˘đşđđđđ đđżđż đđđşđđ˝, đđđ đđđđ đđ đđžđž đđđ đđđđ đž đťđşđđžđ đ đđžđşđźđđđđ đđđ đťđđ đžđđžđ, đđžđžđđđ đđđ đ˝đđđđ đž đđđđ đđ đđ đđđž đđđ˝đž đđşđ˝đž đđđ đ đđđ đźđđđž đżđđ đş đťđđ˝đ đ đđđž đđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđşđ đ˘đşđ đđđ đŞđ đžđđ đł-đđđđđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ đđđđž đđđ đđđđđđźđž đžđđđžđ, đťđđ đťđžđđđ˝đžđ đđđşđ ,đ§đđşđđş đ˝đžđżđđđđđžđ đ đđđžđ đđđşđ đđđž đđşđ đđşđ đđđđ đşđťđđđ đđđžđ đđđž đđşđđ˝ đ đđđ đşđđ˝ đđđââ đđ đŽđ¤đŞ đ đđđĽ đĄđ¤đ¤đ đđŁđ đđŠ đ˘đ đĄđđ đ đŠđđđŠâŚâ-đ§đž đźđđžđźđđžđ˝ đđđ đđđ đđžđđđđđ đźđ đđđžđ đđ đđđ â âđ đ˘đđđđŠ đŠđđ đ đŽđ¤đŞ đđ¤đ˘đ đđđđ¤đ§đ đŠđđđŠ đđ§đđŁđ , đŠđđđŠâđ¨ đ¤đ đđ¤đŞđ§đ¨đ đđ đŽđ¤đŞâđ đĄđđŠ đ˘đ â -đ˛đ đđđ đđđđđžđ˝ đşđđđđđ˝ đşđđ˝ đźđşđ đ đžđ˝ đđđâ âđ đŽđ´đ´đśđ˛ đłđźđđż đđľđźđđ đ˝đšđ˛đŽđđ˛ââ -đ§đž đđđđźđđ đ đşđ˝đ˝đžđ˝ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđđ đđđž đđđ˝đžđ đđ đđđ đťđđ đ đ¸đđ đťđđđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđžđđđ đźđđđżđđđđşđťđ đž, đđž đđđ đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđđđđ đ đđžđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđđ đťđşđđž đťđşđźđ ,đžđşđźđ đđđđ đđşđđđđ đđ đžđşđđđžđ đđ đđşđ đđž đđ đđđ đđđđ đž đđžâđ đźđşđđžđđđđđ đđđđ đťđşđźđ đđžđđđ đ đťđđ đđđžđ đđ đ đđđđ đž đđđđđđđ đđ đđđđđ đ đđ đđđđ đđşđđđ đşđ đđđ đđđđźđđžđ˝ đđđ đşđđ đđđşđźđđđ đşđđ˝ đşđđđđđ đđđ đşđťđđđ đđđ đđşđđđđđ. đ¸đđ đđđđ đ˝ đđźđźđşđđđđđşđ đ đ đđžđşđđđđ đđđ, đđđ đ đđđ đşđ đđđ đđşđđđ đş đ đđđđ đž đşđ đđđ đşđđđžđ˝ đđđ đşđťđđđ đđđđđžđ đż đłđđđđ đđđ đđžâđ 26, đ đđđ˝đžđ đżđđ đ˘đşđ đđđ đŞđ đžđđ đşđđ˝ đ˝đđđž đťđđđđđ đżđđ đżđđ. đśđđđ đž đđđ đźđşđđžđ˝ đđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđ đşđđ˝ đđđž đťđşđ
âŚđđđşđ đđşđ 4 đđđđđ đşđđ đ đ đđđđ đđđ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđ đđđž đźđđđđžđ đđż đđđž đźđ đđť, đđžâđ đşđđđşđźđđžđ˝ đđ đđđđ đđžđźđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đşđ đđđ đťđđžđşđđ đđžđ đđžđşđđžđđ đ đşđđđđşđźđđđđž, đťđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđ đ đđđđđ đž đđđđ đťđžđźđşđđđž đđđâđđž đđ đżđđźđđ đđđđđ. đĽđžđžđ đđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đźđžđđđžđ đđşđđđđ đđđđ đ˝đđžđđ đđđşđ đđđ đ đžđ˝ đđ, đđđđđ˝đđđ đđđđđđžđ đż đđ đđđžđ đđ đżđžđžđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđđşđ đđđâđđž đťđđđ đşđđž đđđ đžđđđ đ đťđžđđđđđ đżđđ â đ˝đšđ˛đŽđđ˛ đ¸đźđźđ¸..â Yđđ đđđđđđžđ đşđđ˝ đđ đžđşđ˝ đŤđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đžđđžđ đđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđžđ đ đđđ đđžđžđ˝đžđ˝ đđđ, đđşđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđžđşđđ đđžđşđđđđ đđđ đđđşđ đđ đđđđđ đ, đťđžđżđđđž đđžđ đđđđ đđđ đđžđ đđđđ đđđđđž, đşđ đđđđđđ đđžđđđđ đđşđ đş đťđđ đżđđđđ, đđđ đđđđ đ đđžđđžđđťđžđ đđşđ đđđđ đđ đ˛đđ đşđ đđžđşđđđđđđđ đđžđ đđđ đđđđ đ˝ đťđž đđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđ đşđ đđž đđşđđ˝ đđđđ˝ đđđđđ đđ đđđ đżđđđžđđ˝đ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đşđđ , đđđž đđşđđ đ˝đđđđž đđşđ đş đťđ đđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđ đđđ đ đđžđđžđđťđžđ đđđ đ đđżđđđđ đđđ đđ, đđđşđđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đ đžđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đđşđđđ đđđđ đ§đđ đđşđđ˝đ đđ đđđđ đ˝đđžđđ đđđđđđđ đşđ đđđđ đđđđ đ đşđźđžđ đđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđşđ đđđđ đđđ đđ đđđ đťđžđ˝đđđđ đđžđđ â đ˝đđđ, đŽđ¤đŞ đđĄđ§đđđđŠ? â-đ§đž đşđđđžđ˝â đ¸đđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ đşđđđđžđ, đđđđ đđđđ đđżđż đşđđ˝ đđžđşđ đ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđşđźđđžđ đđđşđ đđž đđşđ˝ đđđşđđđžđ˝ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đžđşđđ đđžđ đđđşđ đđđđđ, đđž đđşđđźđđžđ˝ đđđ đđžđ đđ đđđđ đđđžđžđ đđđťđđđđđđđđ đđđ đđžđşđđ, đđžđžđđđ đşđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đżđđđ đđđ đ đđđđđđ đşđ đđđ đ đđđž đđđđ, đ¸đđ đđ đđ˝ đđđ đ˘đžđ đđđ đŞđ đžđđ boxers đşđđ˝ đđžđşđđ đŁđđđ đşđ đđđ đ˝đđźđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ đźđđđ đşđđ˝ đđžđđđđđ đđ đđđž đđđ đđż đđđđ đđđđž â đđŞđđ đŽ/đŁ, đđ¤đŁâđŠ đĄđ¤đ¤đ đđŠ đ˘đ đŠđđđŠ đŹđđŽ â-đ§đž đ đđđđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđđđđ đđ đťđž đşđ đđžđđđ đž đđđžđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđşđđ đđđ đđż đđđđ đżđşđźđž đťđđ đđđ đźđşđ đđžđ đ đđžâđ đđžđđđđđ đđđđşđđđžđđâ âđđśđ¸đ˛ đđľđŽđ.â -Yđđ đşđđ đşđ đđđ đđđşđđ đđđżđđ đ đ đđźđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đťđđ đđđđđťđťđđđ đşđźđđđđ đđžđşđ˝, đđđđđđđ đđ đđ đđđ đ đđžđžđđđ đđđž đđđž đźđđ đżđşđ đ đ˝đđđ đđđ đşđđđžđđ đđžđ˝ đđžđşđ˝ , âđđđ đ đŽđ¤đŞ đŹđđŁđŠ đ˘đ đŠđ¤ đđŞđđ đŽđ¤đŞ đŁđŞđ˘đâŚâ -đ§đžâđ đťđđžđşđđđ đžđđđ đ đđşđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đťđžđđ đđ đťđž đş đđžđđđ đžđđşđ đşđźđđđđ đ đđđž đđż đđđ đđđžđđž đđ đżđđşđđđ đž đżđđ đđđ đđ đđşđđ˝đ đž, đşđđ˝ đđđşđâđ đđđžđ đđđ đđşđđ˝. â đ§đľđŽđâđ đŽđšđš đâđş đŽđđ¸đśđťđ´ đłđźđż đ¸đźđźđ¸âŚâ
đ¸đđ đđ đđ˝đž đđđ đ đžđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đ˝đđđ đşđ đżđşđ đşđ đđđ đźđđđ đ˝ ,đžđđžđ đđşđđđđđ đşđ đđđ đđđ đđ đđşđđž đđđ đđđđ đž, đđđđđ đđđđ đ đžđżđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đźđđđžđ đđđşđ đđđ đźđđđ đ˝đâđ đđşđđž đşđ đđđ đđşđ˝ đđđşđđđžđ˝ đťđşđ đđđ đş đżđđđ đżđđ đ đđż đđđđ đđşđđ đđ đđžđ đş đťđžđđđžđ đ đđđ đşđ đđđ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđźđžđ đ, đđž đ đđđđ đ˝đđđ đđ đđžđ đş đđ đşđđźđž đđż đđ đđ đđđđđđ, đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđ đđđşđđ đđ đşđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đťđşđ đ đ đđđđđźđžđđđ đđđžđ đđž đđđşđđđžđ˝ đđđđşđđđđ đşđ đđđşđ, đđđ đ đžđ đđđ đđşđđž đźđđđđđđ đđż đđđđ đđđđđ đđđžđ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđđżđ đđđ đđđ đťđđ˝đ đşđ đđž đđžđşđźđđžđ đđđ đ đđđđ đđđ đ đđđ đđđ đžđđžđ đťđşđźđ đşđđ˝ đ đžđşđđđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđž đđşđ đ đżđđ đđđđđđđ đđž đđđ đđ đđđđ đđžđşđ˝ đťđşđźđ đđ đđžđ đş đťđžđđđžđ đ đđđ đđż đđđ đşđ đđž đđşđ đđ đđđđđžđ đż đđ đđđđ đżđşđźđž, đ˛đžđžđđđ đđđ đđđđđžđ đđşđđđđđ đđ đđžđ đđđ đžđđžđđ đ đşđđ đ˝đđđ đđž đđşđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ, â đđ¤đŹâđ¨ đŠđđđŠ đđđđŽ?â âđ đľđşâ âđđ¤đ¤đ, đâđ˘ đ¨đŠđđ§đŤđđŁđâ đđž đżđđđđđđžđ˝ đđşđđđđ đđżđż đđđ đđžđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđşđđđđđ đđž đđđźđđ đđđ đđ đşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđ đđ đđđž đžđ˝đđž đđż đđđž đťđžđ˝ đđđđžđžđđđđ đđđđ đşđđ, đđđ đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđžđ đ đđžđşđźđ đżđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđşđđđđđ đđ đđžđž đđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđž đđşđđžđ đđ đđż đşđ đđž đđđđđžđ đđđ đťđşđźđ đ˝đđđ đđžđ đđđđ đđđ đđşđđž đđż đđđđ đđžđžđ đ âđżđ¤đŁâđŠ đđ đđŁđĽđđŠđđđŁđŠ đđđđ, đŹđ đđđŤđ đđĄđĄ đŁđđđđŠ â đđž đđđđđđžđ˝ đđşđđđđ đđđđ đ˝đđžđđ đđ đđđž đđđđžđ đđđ˝đž đđż đđđž đđđđ âđđđđŠ đđ§đ đŽđ¤đŞ đŹđđđŠđđŁđ đđ¤đ§? â đ¸đđ đşđđđžđ˝ đđđžđđđđ đđđđ đ đžđđ ,đşđđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđşđđđđđ đđž đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đźđ đđ ,đđşđđđđ đđđ đđşđđ, đđž đđ đđđ đ đ đđźđđđđ đđđđ đżđđ đ˝đ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđ đđđđđ đ, đđđťđťđ đđđ đđ đđđđ đźđ đđ, đđđ đżđđđđ đ đđđ đ˝đ đđđ đĄđşđźđ đđđđ đđđ, đđđđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđźđđđđ đđđâđđž đźđ đđ đđđđ đž đđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đđđ˝đ˝đ đž đżđđđđžđ đđ đđ đđđ đ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđđşđ đđđşđ đđđâđđž đťđžđžđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đťđşđźđ. âđđľ-đ¸đźđźđ¸ đđđ°-đłđŽđŽđđđ˛đż !â
đ¸đđ đťđžđđđžđ˝ đżđđ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđ đđđđžđžđđž đđđđ đđđ đđđđžđđđžđ đđđđđđđ đşđđđđđžđ đżđđđđžđ đşđđ˝ đđž đťđđđđžđ˝ đżđşđđđžđ đźđđđ đđđ đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đşđ đđđ đżđžđ đ đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đđžđđđđđ đđđ, đđđđđ đżđşđđđžđ đşđ đđž đđžđşđđ đđđđ đđđşđđđđ đđžđđđđđ đđ đđđđ, đ¸đđđ đđşđđ˝đ đđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đđşđđ, đđđđ đđđşđ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đťđđđđđđ, đ đđđđđđ đ˝đđđ đđ đđžđž đđđ đđđđđđ đžđđžđ đđ đđđđđ đżđđđ đđđž đđđđ đđžđžđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđž đđđđ˝đđ đźđđđđşđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đžđđžđ đđžđžđđđ đđđşđđ đşđ đđđž đđžđşđ đđ đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đżđđđđ, đđđđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đşđ đđđ đźđđ đşđ đđž đđđđžđđžđ˝ đđđžđ đđđ đđşđđźđđđđ đđđ đđđžđđđđđđđ đşđđđđ đşđ đđž đżđşđđđžđđžđ˝ đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đşđ đđđđ đźđ đđ, âđžđ¤đ˘đ đ¤đŁ đđđđ, đźđ¨đ¨ đŞđĽ đđđđ đđ¤đŹđŁ.â Wđđđđđđ đşđđđđđžđ đđđđ˝ đđđ đ˝đđ˝ đžđđşđźđđ đ đđđşđ đşđ˝đđđđđđđ đđ đđđž đđžđ đđđđđđđđ đşđ đđđđ đ đžđđ đşđđž đđđđ đ đđđşđđžđ, đđđ đ đžđşđ đđđđ đşđđ đťđşđźđ đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđžđ đ đđşđđđđđ đđ đżđžđžđ đżđđ đđđ đşđ đđž đđđ đ moved đđđ đđđđ đşđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđ grippingďżźďżź đđđđ đşđđ đđž đđđđđ đđđđđžđ đż đđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đżđđ đ˝đ đđžđđđđ đđđđđžđ đż đđžđşđ˝đ đżđđ đđđ âđŽđ¤đŞ đ§đđđđŽ đđđđ?â âđđŽđśđâŚâ đđđ đđşđ đ đđđđđđ đťđşđźđ đşđ đđđ, đđž đťđşđźđđ đđ đş đťđđ đş đźđđđźđžđđđžđ˝ đ đđđ đđşđđđđ đđđžđ đđđ đżđžđşđđđđžđ đđž đşđđđâ âđŹđđđŠâđ¨ đŹđ§đ¤đŁđ, đđ¤ đŽđ¤đŞ đŹđđŁđŠ đŠđ¤ đ¨đŠđ¤đĽ?ââđĄđź, đˇđđđ đąđźđťâđ đľđźđšđą đŻđŽđ°đ¸ đđľđśđ đđśđşđ˛.â He đźđđđźđđ đžđ˝ đđžđđđđđ đđđ đťđşđźđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđ đđ đşđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đşđđ, đťđžđżđđđž đđđđđđđ đđđsđžđ đż đžđđđđđžđ đ, đżđđđđđđ đ đđđž đş đđ đđđž, đđž đđđđşđđžđ˝ âđđŞđđ âŚâ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đżđđ đşđđ, đđž đđđşđs in place đđşđđđđ đđđđž đđđ đşđ˝đđđđđžđ˝, đđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđđşđ đđđşđ đđđ đđžđđž đđžđşđ˝đ, đ đđ˝ đđđđ đđđşđ đđž đđđžđđđžđ˝ đđđ đđşđđđđđžđ˝ đşđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđđ đťđşđźđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđ đ˝đđđ, đŻđđźđđđđ đđ đđđ đđşđźđž, đťđđžđşđđđ đžđđđ đ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđ đđđđđđžđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ, đđđ đđžđşđđ˝ đđđ đđđđđđžđ đđđđ đđşđđž. âđ/đŁđŁ..â âđđŞđđ đŁ đđ˘đđŻđđŁđ..â- đđž đđđđşđđžđ˝â â đđźđźđ¸.. đąđźđťâđ đđđźđ˝ â-đ¸đđ đťđžđđđžđ˝ đđžđşđźđđđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ đđđđ đđ đżđžđžđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđđđžđ đđđşđ đđđžse đđđžđžđđ â đđđđđđđ đđžđđđđşđđđđ đđž đđžđ đ˝ đđđđ đşđđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ, đđđđđ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđ âđđđ°đ¸-đłđđ°đ¸ đłđđ°đ¸đ¸đ¸ đđ˛đđđâ-đ¸đđ đđźđđžđşđđžđ˝ đżđžđžđ đđđđ đđđđđđžđ đż đźđđđđđ âđźđĄđ˘đ¤đ¨đŠ đđ¤đŁđ đđđđ..â đđž đźđşđ đ đžđ˝ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđđđžđ đż đđžđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đ đđđ đđđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđđđđđ đđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđşđ đđđđ đđđđđžđ đż đđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđşđźđ âŚ

đđşđđđđ đđ đđđđ đş đđđđž đđđđđ˝đđđ đżđđźđđ đđžđşđ˝đşđźđđž, đ§đžđşđđđđ đđđž đđđđđžđ đđđđđđđ, đ đđđđđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđ đđžđžđđđ đş đđ đşđđ đđż đđşđđžđ đşđđ˝ đş đđđ đ đťđđđđ đž đđż đđťđđđđđżđžđ đđ đđđž đđđşđđ˝ đđžđđ đđ đđđ, đđđđđđđ đđ đşđđ˝ đđşđđđđ đđđž đđđ đ đ đđđđ đş đ˝đđđđ đťđžđżđđđž đđžđşđđđđ đđđž đđđđđžđ đđđđ đđżđż, đđđ đđđźđđđžđ đđđđđđžđ đż đđđ đşđ đżđşđđ đşđ đđđ đźđđđ đ˝ đđđđ đđđž đđđşđđž đđż đđđđ đťđđ˝đ, đđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đ˝đđžđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđ đżđđđ˝ đđđđ đđşđźđđžđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđž đşđđ˝ đđđđžđ đđ đđđž đđşđđ˝ .
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â Thatâs not that bad â -Hwasa confessed â đĄđź đ đ¸đťđźđ, đśđâđ đťđźđ đŻđđ đ đąđźđťâđ đđŽđťđ đľđśđş đđź đłđ˛đ˛đš đŽđđ¸đđŽđżđą đđźđ đ¸đťđźđâ âGuys are simple just pretend nothing happened go with the flowâ -Hwasa. âđŹđ˛đŽđľ đ đ´đđ˛đđâ âSooooâ -Hwasa gets comfortable on the couch as she continues when I give her a questioning look âHow was it though?!â âđđ đđŽđâŚđŁđżđźđŻđŽđŻđšđ đđľđ˛ đŻđ˛đđ đâđđ˛ đľđŽđą đśđť đşđźđťđđľđâ I giggled remembering the events from the night before âAHHH, How big?â âđ§đđź đđŽđťđąđ đŻđśđ´â I demonstrated âAHHHH, but the REAL question is would you do it again?â âđđđ°đ¸ đŹđ˛đ đŻđđ đťđź, đđź đşđŽđđŻđ˛?â I responded honestly âOk? Wait explain?â âđŹđ˛đ đŻđ˛đ°đŽđđđ˛ đąđđľ, đĄđź đŻđ˛đ°đŽđđđ˛ đđ˛âđżđ˛ đżđźđźđşđşđŽđđ˛đâ â But what if it happens again, and again..â âđ§đľđ˛đť đđľđźđđ˛ đđźđđšđą đźđťđšđ đŻđ˛ đđżđđťđ¸đ˛đť đ đśđđđŽđ¸đ˛đâ The question having me smiling at the thought. âroommates with benefits?â "đĄđźđźđź, đđżđđťđ¸đ˛đť đ đśđđđŽđ¸đ˛đ" I corrected her. âCall it what you want, just donât attached.â âđŞđđđ§-đŞđźđŞ, đđľđ˛đť đľđŽđđ˛ đ đ˛đđ˛đż?â âIâm just saying because youâre roommates itâs different then a link, you LIVE with him!â âđđťđą đđľđŽđâđ đ˛đ đŽđ°đđšđ đđľđ đâđšđš đźđťđšđ đľđŽđ˝đ˝đ˛đť đśđł đđ˛ đŽđżđ˛ đłđ˛đ˛đšđśđťđ´ đśđ đđľđź đ¸đťđźđđ đľđ˛ đşđśđ´đľđ đťđźđ đŻđ˛ đśđťđđ˛đżđ˛đđđ˛đą đŽđťđą đđľđŽđâđ đźđ¸ đđ˛ đđśđšđš đ°đźđťđđśđťđđ˛ đŽđ đżđźđźđşđşđŽđđ˛đâ âOkayy Iâm just making sure you understand what could happenedâ âđŹđ˛đ đşđŽâđŽđşâ I salute her as she laughs âSo when did he leave?â âđđśđ¸đ˛đ˛..- I checked my phone -3 đľđźđđżđ đŽđ´đźâ âAlright itâs almost dark are you going to change before we goâ âđđ˛đŽđľ đšđ˛đ đşđ˛ đ´đ˛đ đđźđđż đŻđŽđ´đ đłđżđźđş đšđŽđđ đťđśđ´đľđ đđźđźâ âđđľđŽđťđ¸đ đâđšđš đđŽđśđ đłđźđż đđźđ đźđđđđśđąđ˛ đđľđ˛ đšđźđŻđŻđâ âok coolâ giving her the bags the girls left last night and opening the door for her, running back to my room to change before heading out.

âđŞđľđ˛đżđ˛ đąđśđą đđľđ˛đ đđŽđ đđ˛ đđľđ˛đżđ˛ đşđ˛đ˛đđśđťđ´ đŽđ?â âMr Kimâs bbq.â -Hwasa said âđŚđŽđşđ˛ đđŽđŻđšđ˛?â âYeah I think Moonbyul called earlier for the balcony.â âđđźđźđą , đâđş đđđŽđżđđśđťđ´â â you didnât eat?â âđĄđź, đźđťđ˛âđ đľđ˛ đšđ˛đłđ đ đđźđźđ¸ đŽ đťđŽđ˝ đđľđ˛đť đđźđ đ°đŽđşđ˛ đźđđ˛đż.â âoh well since you had a shity day Iâll pay todayâ âđśđâđ đđźđđż đđđżđť đŽđťđđđŽđđ đđźđ đľđŽđđ˛ đđź đ˝đŽđ.â I laughed at the face she made âBrat.â âđ đšđźđđ˛ đđźđ đđźđź, đľđ˛đ đ˝đŽđżđ¸ đťđ˛đ đ đđź đđľđ˛đ˛đśđťâ

Arriving at Mr Kimâs restaurant we greeted the family owned restaurant and Mr kim as he lead us to our table outside. âđđźđ đľđŽđđ˛ đđźđ đŻđ˛đ˛đť đ đż. đđśđş?â âIâm doing amazing as always, business has picked up since Solars review she left a few weeks ago Iâm so grateful for her and her friends she told aboutâ He looked towards Solar sitting across. âMr Kim Iâm glad things are looking upâ -Solar âthank you, Are you all getting the usual?â âYes please and can you add 3 bottles of soju please and 5 beersâ-Moonbyul asked. He smiles as he walks through the kitchen. âohh celebrating?â Mrs Kim adds âYes we are, Y/n finally finished her training which means sheâll be starting her photography with bigger brands next month.â -Wheein replied âOh thatâs grate hunn Iâm so glad you are doing what youâve been Wanting for so longâ -Mrs Kim adds âđ§đľđŽđťđ¸ đđźđ đśđâđ đŽ đŻđśđ´ đŻđżđŽđ¸đ˛ đľđźđťđ˛đđđšđ đâđş đżđ˛đŽđšđšđ đ˛đ đ°đśđđ˛đąâ âHunny help me get the people up front!â - Mr. Kim calls âOops Iâll be back with your drinks in a minute ok.â We assured her to take her time as she helped people coming in. âSO WHAT HAPPENED THIS MORNINGâ- Solar Exitedly said âWait what happened?â -Moonbyul questioned âOMG YES!! TELL US EVERYTHING!â -Wheein added âWhy am I always the last to know?â -Moonbyul âYou where sleeping, And I wanted to check on Y/n so I went over and her roommate was thereâŚâ -Solar started her Point of view while I finished the encounters of this afternoon.
âWow thatâs awkward â -Moonbyul âThatâs amazing, only Y/n would get herself in such situationsâ -Wheein laughed turning the meat on the grill âđđđŹ đ đĽđđđđđŹ đđđđĄâđ§ đđĄđ˘đŞ!â -You bickered âItâs not that bad guys I told her to just act like it never happened â -Hwasa said âYeah just do that, Do you think I could catch this if you throw it at me?â Wheein asked holding the piace of meat up âletâs try itâ -Moonbyul hurried her, getting up to try âYA, YA donât make a mess.â -Hwasa scold âY/n catch this oneâ -Solar held up a peace âđĄđźđź, đđźđđż đđ˛đżđżđśđŻđšđ˛ đŽđ đđľđżđźđđśđťđ´.â âNo look just from your chair, but back up a bit.â -Solar reassured you âđ˘đ¸ đđđŽđđŽ đđŽđ¸đ˛ đŽ đđśđąđ˛đź đ đąđźđťâđ đđŽđťđ đ đż đđśđş đđź đđľđśđťđ¸ đ đ˝đšđŽđťđťđ˛đą đđľđśđ. â âOKAY 1âŚ2..3 go! â Hwasa starts seeing Solar terrible throw, the piace of meat landing on my hair âđđđ đŚđ˘đđđĽâ -I screamed âAHHAHAHAâ they all started laughing while I shake my head dropping the piece of meat making it land on the floor, we watch as a tall dog start eating it besides my shoes.

âđ˝đźđ đđđ, đ¨đ¤đ§đ§đŽ.â I turned when recognizing the voice "đđ, đ/đŁ" -He said surprised "đđđťđ´đ¸đźđźđ¸, đľđ˛đ"
ââAre you girls ok with the company? These gentlemen have a dog so I thought they would like to be outside.â Mr. Kim perfectly interrupts the awkward moment "đŹđ˛đ, đźđł đđźđđżđđ˛ďżź đđľđŽđđ đťđźđ đŽ đ˝đżđźđŻđšđ˛đş." I added as I sat back down wiping the mess off my hair âOH HUNNY COME HELP Y/N SHE HAS SOMETHING ON HER HAIRâ -Mr Kim yelled as he got me some more napkins from the other table. âOh, sheâs fine Mr.Kim, she just got meat juice on her hair very normal for her.â-Wheein jokes as the rest laugh seeing Mr.Kimâs confused look âYAA DONT SAY THINGS LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF YOUR ELDERS â -Moonbyul scolds her "đđđ§đ đ đđđŤđ đ¨đ¤đ˘đ đŹđđŠ đŹđđĽđđ¨." -Jungkook hands me some after Mr and Mis Kim left " đ§đľđŽđťđ¸đ " -I turned to clean my mess âthatâs him right .â -Hwasa whispers as she leaned into the table "đđ˛đŽđľ." âawww look his dog is next to you!â -Solar, I turned seeing bam sniffing my shoes for some leftovers meat juice form a few minutes ago "đŹđźđ đŽđżđ˛ đ˛đŽđđśđťđ´ đ˛đđśđąđ˛đťđ°đ˛ đđśđż." -I smiled petting his head. "đ˝đđ˘ đđđ§đ." -he called bam back only for him to lay next to my chair, I laughed seeing Jungkook baffled look "đđđ đźđ¸ đś đšđśđ¸đ˛ đđľđ˛ đ°đźđşđ˝đŽđťđ." -I say as I pet him âBam, you traderâ -His friend Taehyung as i recall said, making the rest of them laughed âYah Taehyung, you know that bams like his father, he-will leave anything for a pretty girlâ- Namjoon teased as jungkook sent a glare, making us laugh to ourselfs at the interaction. "OHH, Y/n close your eyess!" -Solar said as she stood behind you covering your eyes. "đ˘đ¸đŽđ? đŞđľđŽđđ đ´đźđśđťđ´ đźđť?" âYAA, WHAT FRIENDS WOULD WE BE IF WE DIDNT CELEBRATE YOUR PROMOTION!â -Wheein yelled Solar removed her hands letting me open the cake Hwasa prepared. "đŞđľđ đąđśđą đđźđ đđżđśđđ˛, "đłđđ°đ¸ đđľđ˛ đ˝đżđźđşđźđđśđźđť đšđ˛đđ đ´đ˛đ đąđżđđťđ¸!´" -I laughed as she gasped and replaced the cake with one that said âCONGRATULATIONS, LETS GET DRUNKâ âI NEVER DOUBTED YOU IT WAS MOONBYUL IDEA!â She defended herself âYAHH YOU AGREED, and it was just in case!â We laughed âSo what do we do with the other cake?â -Wheein asked âY/n give it to your roommateâ -Hwasa added "đ˘đĄđđŹ đŽđťđą đźđťđšđ đśđł, đđźđşđ˛đźđťđ˛ đ°đźđşđ˛đ đđśđđľ" âNOSEGOSEâ -Hwasa yells âNO I WASNT READY THAT DOSENT COUNTâ - Moonbyul yells while I hand her the cake dragging her alongďżź. "đđ˛đ đżđźđźđşđśđ˛!" -I smiled as they all turned towards me "đđđŠđŞđ§đŁđđŁđ đ˝đđ˘ đđĄđ§đđđđŽ?" -He smiled seeing bam lean on my legs. "đđ˛đłđśđťđśđđ˛đšđ đťđźđ đđľđŽđ." -I laughed petting bams head My friends ordered an extra cake, wanted to know if you wanted it âWhat flavor?â His friend asked âRed velvetâ - Moonbyul answered âThen yes we will take that, Iâm SeokJin.â He adds as he bowled âIm Moonbyulâ -She replied bowling back "đđđđ đđŞđŽđ¨ đŠđđđ¨ đđ¨ đ/đŁ đ˘đŽ đ§đ¤đ¤đ˘đ˘đđŠđ, đ/đŁ đŠđđđ¨ đ đđ˘đđŁ, đđđđđŽđŞđŁđ, đđ¤đ¤đŁđđ, đđđ˘đđ¤đ¤đŁ, đđđ¤đ¨đ¤đ đđŁđ đ đđŁ." -He introduced us. "đđ˛đšđšđź, đťđśđ°đ˛ đđź đşđ˛đ˛đ đđźđ, đşđ đłđżđśđ˛đťđąđ đźđđ˛đż đđľđ˛đżđ˛ đŽđżđ˛ đŞđľđ˛đ˛đśđť, đđđŽđđŽ đŽđťđą đŚđźđšđŽđż" -thay all waved at each other. âWhy does the cake say-â -Namjoon started. âOh we donât talk about it, itâs all in the past.â -Moonbyul tryâs to reassure them "đđźđťđ´ đđđźđżđ đđľđźđżđ đŚđľđ˛ đąđśđąđťÂ´đ đľđŽđđ˛ đłđŽđđľ đśđť đşđ˛." -I laughed looking at her âI WAS, NO WEEE- WHERE BEING SAFE !â-She pointed at the girls a they all pretend to no hear a thing laughing "đđťđđđŽđđ đđ˛ đŽđżđ˛ đšđ˛đŽđđśđťđ´ đđźđźđť, đśđšđš đđ˛đ˛ đđźđ đšđŽđđ˛đż." I asked as he turned back to me "đđđđ, đđđŽ đđ¤ đŽđ¤đŞ đ˘đđŁđ đŠđđ đđŁđ đđđ˘ đŠđ¤đ¤? đđĄđĄ đđ đđ¤đ˘đ đđ¨ đ¨đ¤đ¤đŁ đđ¨ đđ˘ đđ¤đŁđ." "đŚđđżđ˛, đđŽđ¸đ˛ đđźđđż đđśđşđ˛." -I smiled with him get up and excusingďżź himself "đđĄđĄ đŹđđĄđ đŽđ¤đŞ đŠđ¤ đŽđ¤đŞđ§ đđđ§." -He followed when I lead the way , handing me Bams leash. "đđ˘đ˘đđĄđđđđ§!" -I called slowing down at the exit âBYE HUNN, HAVE A GREAT NIGHTâ -thay waved at us.

"đźđ§đ đŽđ¤đŞ đđĄđ¤đ¨đ đŹđđŠđ đŠđđđ˘, đŠđđ đ¤đŹđŁđđ§đ¨?" He asked " đŹđ˛đŽđľ, đşđ đ˝đŽđżđ˛đťđđ đŽđťđą đś đđđ˛ đđź đđźđżđ¸ đđśđđľ đđľđ˛đş đŽ đłđ˛đ đđ˛đŽđżđ đŽđ´đź, đđľđ˛đżđ˛ đšđśđ¸đ˛ đşđ đđ˛đ°đźđťđą đłđŽđşđśđšđ." ďżź"đđ đ§đđđĄđĄđŽ?" "đŚđźđšđŽđż đŽđťđą đđľđ˛đ˛đśđť đđźđżđ¸đ˛đą đđľđ˛đżđ˛ đđźđź đđź đđ˛ đŽđżđ˛ đ˝đżđ˛đđđ đ°đšđźđđ˛." -I added "đźđ§đ đđĄđ¤đ¨đ đŹđđŠđ đŠđđ đ¤đŠđđđ§đ¨?" -He continues "đ˘đľ đđ˛đłđśđťđśđđ˛đšđ, đđ˛ đşđ˛ đđľđ˛đş đšđŽđđ˛đż đśđť đ°đźđšđšđ˛đ´đ˛, đŻđđ đťđźđť đđľđ˛ đšđ˛đđ đđ˛ đŽđżđ˛ đŽđšđš đ°đšđźđđ˛, đŞđľđŽđ đŽđŻđźđđ đđźđ?" "đ đđ˘đđŁ đđŁđ đđđđđŽđŞđŁđ đŹđđđ§đ đ đŽđđđ§ đđđ¤đŤđ đ˘đ đđŁ đ˘đđđđĄđ đ¨đđđ¤đ¤đĄ, đ đđđ đ¨đ¤đ˘đ đ¤đ đŠđđđ§đ đđĄđđ¨đ¨đđ¨ đ¨đ¤ đŹđ đđ§đđŹ đđĄđ¤đ¨đ đđŁđ đŠđđ đ§đđ¨đŠ đŹđ đ˘đđđŠ đđŁ đđ¤đĄđĄđđđđ đđđŠđđ§ đđ¨ đŹđđĄđĄ đđŞđŠ đŹđ đđ§đ đđĄđĄ đđĄđ¤đ¨đ." " đ§đľđŽđđ đ°đźđźđš." "đźđŁđ đŹđđđŠ đđđ¤đŞđŠ đŽđ¤đŞđ§ đ¤đŠđđđ§ đđ§đđđŁđ?" -He questioned again "đŞđľđź?" -Turning to glance at him, frowning my brows a little confused, "đđđđŠ đđŞđŽ, đđŠ đŠđđ đđĄđŞđ" -He chuckled shamelessly explaining further, turning to face me he walked backwards looking down on me. "đđ, đźđĄđđŁ đŽđđđ, đŹđ đđĄđĄ đ˘đđđŠ đđđ˘ đđŁ đđ¤đĄđĄđđđ đđ đŹđđ¨ đđŁ đ đđđŹ đ¤đ đ¤đŞđ§ đđĄđđ¨đ¨đđ¨." -I answered, looking up at him, stoping infront of my car. "đ đŞđ¨đŠ đ đđ§đđđŁđ?" "đŹđ˛đŽđľ?- â âY/n here are your keys I forgot to give them back!â -Hwasa ran towards us "đŚđľđśđ đđľđŽđťđ¸đ, đ đđźđđŽđšđ đđ˝đŽđ°đ˛đą đźđđ, đđ˛đ˛ đđźđ đđźđşđźđżđżđźđ?" -I said hugging her "For sure, Bye nice meeting you Jungkook!â -She bowed as she ran back. "đđđđ§đ đđ¤ đŽđ¤đŞ đŹđđŁđŠ đ˝đđ˘, đđŁ đŠđđ đđđđ ?" He asked taking Bams leash. "đ§đľđ˛ đłđżđźđťđđ đśđ đłđśđťđ˛." I said unlocking and started the car "đđ¤đŞđ§ đđ¤đđŁđ đŠđ¤ đđđđđŤđ đ§đđđđŠ?" to behave right?â He said helping bam sit. "đ´đş đđđżđ˛ đľđ˛Â´đšđš đŻđ˛ đŽđšđżđśđ´đľđ." I reassured him "đđ¤đŞÂ´đĄđĄ đđđđđŤđ đŠđ¤đ¤ đ§đđđđŠ?â He chuckled at my expression, walking back to the restaurantâŚ

âCLICK CLICKâ "đđźđşđ˛ đźđť đđŽđş, đśđťđđśđąđ˛." I open the door for bam as we walked inside, locking the door behind us âLOCKâ ⌠"đđ¤đŞÂ´đĄđĄ đđđđđŤđ đŠđ¤đ¤ đ§đđđđŠ?" I remembered his words âSighâ I took off my shoes and replaced them with my slipons the shoe rack cared. "đđŽđş, đđľđŽđ đąđśđą đđźđđż đąđŽđą đşđ˛đŽđť đŻđ đđľđźđđ˛ đđźđżđąđ đľđşđş?" I said as I removed him leash and collar and hung them besides my keys on the rack. Eating his food by the living room balcony,ďżź before we headed to my room to get myself ready to shower bam layed on my bed as gathered my clothes, not long after I closed the restroom to shower.
Getting out the shower to Change I heard The lobby notification on my phone, I quickly change and head to the monitor seeing a woman with short light blonde hair and a black tight dress leaning into the camera âI iiia-nnnn lEtT mE inN-nâ she spoke seaming drunk from her slerd words ´Ian?´ pressing the talk button I spoke âđđ˛đšđšđź, đ đđľđśđťđ¸ đđźđ đľđŽđđ˛ đđľđ˛ đđżđźđťđ´ đŽđ˝đ˝đŽđżđđşđ˛đťđ, đđľđ˛đżđ˛đ đťđźđŻđźđąđ đŻđ đđľđŽđ đťđŽđşđ˛ đľđ˛đżđ˛." She looked confused getting closer to the camera âhE sAid tHis waS hIs NEw PlAce Or iS it-OHhhH sOrRY I mEant JUngkOokâ -she replied laughing trying to open the lobby door "đ˘đľ, đľđ˛đ đťđźđ đľđ˛đżđ˛ đŽđ đđľđ˛ đşđźđşđ˛đťđ, đąđź đđźđ đťđ˛đ˛đą đşđ˛ đđź đđ˛đšđš đľđśđş đđźđ đđđźđ˝đ˝đ˛đą đŻđ?" -I spoke as she leaned on the door âNo. CaNn yOu juSt Let Me iN?â -She spoke again "đ´đş đđźđżđżđ đś đąđźđťÂ´đ đđľđśđťđ¸ đ¸đťđźđ đśđł đś đ°đŽđť đąđź đđľđŽđ...đŹđźđ đđťđąđ˛đżđđđŽđťđą đżđśđ´đľđ?" -I spoke honestly, " i wOnt hURt yOu." -she rocked in place before stumbling back and falling into a bush "đđđŹ! đđżđ˛ đđźđ đźđ¸đŽđ?!" âiAAnnN, iTs yoUr fuLT!â My eyes widened at her sudden cry of words, with that I put my shoes on and close the door behind me as I ran to the elevator .. I get to the lobby opening the door to help her up and picking up the broken heels that had fallenďżź off. "đđ˛đđ đ´đź đđŽđśđ đđ˝đđđŽđśđżđ đłđźđż đđđťđ´đ¸đźđźđ¸,đ˘đ¸đŽđ?" She didnât say anything just walked past me, wiping her tears in the elevator. When we got inside Bam ran passed me and onto her âBAMMM my BabY whEreâS YoUr dADâ -She said laughed as he jumped excitedly âAMA ShOwR!â She spoke running into the hall âwItCh oNes hIs?â -she asked "đđ˛đłđ đąđźđźđż." -I said sitting her broken heels on the shoe rack "đđź đđźđ đťđ˛đ˛đą đ°đšđźđđľđ˛đ?" -I asked, the shower started running not hearing anything back I went to my room getting a shirt and shorts for her and leaving it on Jungkooks bed "đ đšđ˛đłđ đđźđşđ˛ đ°đšđźđđľđ˛đą đłđźđż đđźđ!" âokkk! aLmoSt doNe!â -She finally spoke back. Going back to the living room trying to rememberďżź where I had left my phone, heading back to my room, I see it on my bed ready to text Jungkook about this drunk girl, that has made her way to desperately see him at 1 in the morning. Suddenly hearing the door open and Bam runing out my room, had me relieved hearing his voice. Walking out my room to being slightly cutoff âBABE!â she ran and jumping into his arms, bringing her lips on his as he held her up to his waist, seeing her wearing an oversized shirt, most likely his, i walk into the living room again
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"HI baby, i missed you.."
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The only exception | 2

Series Summary:Â What are the consequences of having your first kiss with your best friend?
Pairing: Park Jimin X Female ReaderÂ
Genre:Â Dancer AU, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Mutual PiningÂ
Chapter Count: 2 /? (ongoing)Â
Word count: 7+
Content Warnings: family issues
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This innocence is brilliant I hope that it will stay This moment is perfect Innocence â Avril LavigneÂ
Childhood
Busan, South Korea
The world seemed so big around you. Or maybe it was you who was too small for the world. On that warm, sunny summer day, in a little square near your house, playing on the toys, was when you met him for the first time.
Your mother was talking to another woman who also had her son playing in the park, late in the sunny afternoon. But you didn't know who her son was. You only knew that your mother was talking to someone she supposedly knew.
Sliding down the slide seemed so much fun and interesting that nothing seemed to take your attention away from that activity. Until you saw a boy about your size riding a bike. Your eyes lit up as you found a new amusement. You were quick to get off the slide's steps and head towards the boy with dark, straight hair.
He was walking around in small circles near the slide, also close to where your mother and the other woman were talking while watching the children. The boy noticed you approaching and stopped to stare at you.
âCan I ride too?â
He analyzed you for a few moments with a look that seemed unfriendly.
âSure. Do you know how to ride?â
He looked at you with a mischievous expression, as if he had guessed that you didn't really know how to ride. The only attempts you had made with a bike were with training wheels. Without the training wheels, it wouldn't happen at all. But you felt embarrassed when you saw the boy's gaze and didn't want to admit that you still rode your bike with training wheels.
âOf course I know!â
You tried to sound as confident as possible, raising your nose. The boy laughed and got off his bike, handing it to you.
You swallowed and picked it up. You looked between the bike and the boy and then got on. You could feel it. You were going to fall. But the desire to ride his bike and prove to that boy that you could ride was bigger than you.
As soon as you started pedaling, the bike started to lose its balance a little, but you soon managed to keep it more or less straight. Feeling confident, you increased your pedaling speed and continued straight ahead. The idea was to make a circle like the boy did, but you knew that if you turned around you would definitely fall. So you decided to continue straight ahead.
He came running right behind you, trying to catch up. And then he started yelling for you to come back.
âHey! Come back here!â
You knew you were going far in the park, but you didn't want to stop. It seemed like a dream that even though you were shaking a little, you were able to ride the bike without the training wheels.
But the moment lasted just a few seconds, you tried to dodge a toy and couldn't.
It all happened so fast. You thought you were going to be able to avoid it, but when you realized it, the bike had already hit the side of the toy and then flipped over with you on top of it. The fall wasn't very big, but it was enough to scare you so much that it made you cry. Your knee got hurt in the process and was now scraped and starting to bleed.
The situation that seemed to last minutes in your head was actually just a few seconds when you got on the bike, rode a few meters and immediately fell. The boy came running towards you, shouting something you couldn't understand. The shock of the fall left you too stunned to hear what was happening around you.Â
âOh my god! Did you hurt yourself?!â
You were already crying when he bent down next to you and saw your scraped knee. Within seconds your mother and the other woman who was with her came running to where you were.
âHoney, what happened?â your mother came towards you desperately and bent down.
âJimin! What did you do to the girl?â the other woman who was with your mother seemed to reprimand the boy who you now knew was called Jimin.
âMom, I didn't do anything, she fell on her own!â
As your mother helped you off the bike and stand up, you caught a glimpse of the woman scolding the boy. He was silent with a pout forming, clearly not accepting what she was saying. She turned to the two of you and apologized.
âI'm sorry about my son. He used to be reckless with his bikeâ
âNo, please. Don't apologize. My daughter doesn't know how to ride a bike yet. She shouldn't have asked to ride, right?â your mother gave you a serious look and you cringed.
Next to the woman whose name you still didn't know, Jimin, who had previously been frowning, now wanted to laugh a little. And you soon realized why. Your mother had just told you that you didn't know how to ride a bike, revealing the lie you had told him minutes ago.
If your face wasn't already red from crying, it would be even redder from embarrassment. You hated the situation and swore you would never be friends with him in your entire life.

You two have become friends. You can't believe you've become friends with that kid who almost laughed at you after you fell off your bike.
Now, at 13 years old, you were in his room and Jimin was talking some nonsense about dancing.
âWhat? Dance?â
Jimin takes out his phone and starts searching for the song he wants to dance to.
âYes. I need you to watch this and tell me what you thinkâ
âHmm, okayâ
You settle down in bed and he leaves his cell phone on his desk, which is playing a random rap song that you've never heard in your life.
Jimin starts dancing in the middle of the room while you sit on his bed watching. You weren't expecting anything like that, but he kind of surprised you. His steps were still a little clumsy, but you could tell he was enjoying what he was doing.
The song ends and Jimin looks at you.
âSo, what did you think?â
He's a little breathless from the movements. You analyze him and give a weak laugh, a little embarrassed.
You don't really know what to say. You didn't expect this all of a sudden, seeing Jimin dancing in front of you is something totally new and unexpected.
But you liked it.
âIt looks good. You look cuteâ
He frowns.
âCute? I don't want to look cute. I need to be cool!â he is outraged by your comment and you start to laugh. âStop laughing at meâ
âI'm not laughing at you. You know, it's okay to be cuteâ
âI don't want to be cuteâ
His sullen face gets cuter and cuter and you can't take it anymore. You laugh a little more and Jimin looks at you seriously but then starts laughing too.
âBut I think you have potential. I liked your dancingâ
He stops laughing and becomes more serious. His eyes light up when you say that.
âDo you really think so?â
âYes. Maybe you can try some other dance stylesâ
Jimin sits next to you on the bed.
âBut I don't know any other stylesâ
âI can help you look for itâ
Your eyes meet and you can see that there is a feeling of gratitude in his gaze. Jimin is feeling embraced and you are internally happy about that. You really enjoyed his dance. And even more so because he shared something intimate with you and felt comfortable with it.
âAnd you? What do you like doing so much that you would show it to someone else?â
You lay in bed staring at the ceiling and start to think. Is there really something you like doing so much besides going out and having fun with Jimin?
âI don't know. Maybe draw? I really like to draw in my free timeâ
Jimin looks surprised. He lies down next to you and looks in the same direction as you on the ceiling. The sun's rays coming in through the window and reflecting on the ceiling where you're looking.
âReally? Why have you never shown me one of them?â
âI don't think they're good enoughâ
âI think everything you do is good enough to showâ
You are surprised for a few seconds and then laugh.
âYou're too kind to me.â
Maybe Jimin is one of the few people who support you no matter the situation. Jimin really is pure of heart and soul.
âWhat's the point of me being your friend and being mean to you?â
Now he really surprised you. You turn your face and look at him and Jimin looks at you too.
âWhat is it?â
âYou said some pretty deep shit for a thirteen-year-old boyâ
You laugh to break the mood and the two of you end up bursting out laughing. Jimin pushes you with his own shoulder.
âI know how to be serious tooâ he becomes more serious âAnd who taught you to speak like that?â
âHmmmm, you?â
âThatâs bullshitâ
You both start laughing again.
Life was lighter and easier and you had no idea about it yet.

âI did some research on dance styles. Do you know contemporary dance?â
You kick a pebble that is in the path as the two of you walk towards school in the morning.
âNoâŚâ
âSooo, I think it's pretty much your style. I can show you the videos I foundâ
Jimin makes some sounds of uncertainty. You start walking towards him, walking backwards and a little awkwardly.
âBut what kind of music is used?â
âAny kind of music. You can even dance to the sound of a piano if you wantâ
Jimin looks surprised, his eyes glued to your feet that are taking uncertain steps backwards.
âI don't knowâŚâ
âCome on, Jimin! I can help you practiceâ
You are excited about the idea. The videos you saw got you excited and you can already imagine Jimin dancing like that.
A few more steps walking in this strange way and you trip on a piece of the sidewalk that is higher. You almost fall but Jimin is faster and grabs you by the arms before you fall on your butt.
âYou need to be alive and well if you want to help meâ
Jimin has a mischievous expression, already starting to laugh at you. You snort.
âSure, dumbassâ
You separate from him and go back to walking normally side by side.
âWhy are you so interested in helping me?â
âBecause I'm your friend?â
âYeah, smart one. But why? â
You look at him and his expression looks kind of sad.
âWell, I like you.â His eyes widened a little, still looking at the floor where he was stepping, not having the courage to look at you. âAnd I really liked the way you danced, I think you have potential. And the day you become a rich dancer, you will pay me stuff"
You finish speaking and push him with your shoulder. Jimin laughs through his nose, still without looking at you.
He can't understand how you can be so honest and not be ashamed.
âYou're crazy.â
âHey, I'm trying to help you.â
You pout and Jimin looks at you now. He pinches your nose tightly. âAnd I wonât pay you stuff. Get a job.â
âOuch, that hurtsâ
You slap his hand hard and Jimin takes it away, pouting as if it really hurt. You start laughing again.
And from that day on, you started helping Jimin practice contemporary dance. You watched his steps and gave suggestions here and there. It wasn't like you were a teacher, but he trusted you to give him your opinion on what was good and what wasn't.
Plus, at school you two managed to find a dance group that Jimin could fit in. You couldn't be happier for him.
And although you enjoy drawing in your free time, maybe your new favorite hobby was watching Jimin dance.

At 13, you went to Jimin's first contemporary dance performance.
After a lot of practice, he finally got the chance to perform for everyone and show off his talent. You were amazed by his dancing and how he had evolved. He seemed to float on the stage. His movements didn't seem like they could be done by a human being. And yet, there he was, dancing. The way his body moved, his muscles, his facial expressions.
You watched the other dancers, but you couldn't feel the same way when you saw the way Jimin danced. They were good too, but you were mesmerized by the way Jimin moved.
It was incredible what he did and you were completely enchanted by his movements, following every step. You could only think that he was born for this. He really was born for this. He had found his purpose in life.
And maybe that was the first time you looked at Jimin and thought how beautiful he was, inside and out.
When the performance came to an end, you didn't spare him a round of applause. Jimin bowed a little embarrassedly, along with the other dancers, and soon everyone left.

âWhat did you think?â Jimin arrived slightly out of breath near where you were sitting, along with your parents and his parents.
He ignored everyone and just walked towards you.
âYou were amazing!â you couldn't contain the smile on your face.
Jimin noticed this and smiled from ear to ear, his eyes disappearing as he did so.
You hugged each other tightly.
Soon after, Jimin spoke to his parents and hugged them too. They were both happy for him. Your parents also congratulated him. Everyone was so happy with the performance.
A few hours later, everyone was gathered at Jimin's house to have a celebratory dinner for his first performance.

At 14 you have your first trauma.
6 a.m. You stir in bed as you wake up to the sound of voices outside your room. Your door is ajar, leaving a crack just big enough for you to hear your parents talking outside.
Still groggy from sleep, you hear them talking.
âShe can't do things right. I'm tired of talkingâ
You hear your mother's voice speaking but you can't understand the context of the conversation.
She keeps talking indignantly and you start to realize that the subject is you. She is pointing out things that she thinks you don't do right, such as: dressing well, taking care of yourself, studying more, tidying the house the way she likes when they were at work.Â
And your father doesn't say much. He just agrees and your heart breaks a little.
It's not the first time your mother has made demands like this, and it won't be the last time. You just wanted to be defended for once.
You go back to bed. There's no point in listening to this conversation. Your feelings have been hurt enough for today.
You cling to the pillow, lying on your side, and feel the tears running down the corners of your eyes. You can't understand how your own parents could say something so cruel about their own daughter. It's immeasurable the pain you feel hearing them say these things as if it were nothing, at the breakfast table while you supposedly sleep in your room.
You don't feel as comfortable around them as you used to. And this house doesn't feel like home anymore.

Something inside you changed when you realized your mother's dissatisfaction with you. You couldn't help but think that she wasn't right.
You did everything to please her, down to the smallest detail. Still, she wasn't satisfied and demanded more from you.
You felt embarrassed because you didn't see any of your colleagues complaining about these kinds of problems at home. Everyone else's problems seemed more real than yours: parents who get divorced, parents who beat their children or their wives, absent parentsâŚ
It felt like your problem wasn't real and it was eating you up more and more.

You had to make a model of a human cell to hand in on Monday. It was Friday night and you and Jimin were starting to put things together to do the work.
âI thought about making everything with styrofoam, what do you think?â you suggest putting the materials on the kitchen table where you were going to work.
âSounds good, but I have no idea how to do itâ Jimin says, sitting down on the chair.
You show him how you planned to do it and Jimin agrees. Then you start working on the model.
As you did what needed to be done, you noticed that Jimin was looking too much at what you were doing. But you stayed quiet and decided not to comment, until he couldn't hold it in anymore and spoke.
âYou're so good at this! I can't believe how you can do thisâ Jimin says sincerely.
He had such a genuine look on his face that it took you completely by surprise. You stared at him as he looked at your work with a smile. Your eyes filled with tears.
Maybe this was the first time someone recognized something you did as good?
Without even knowing it, he helped you feel a little better. Without even knowing it, he put a bandage on a wound that was bothering you. And that made you start to cry.
Jimin despaired when he saw you suddenly crying.
âHey, hey. What happened? Did I say something wrong?â he came closer to you with a worried look.
You didn't even have the courage to open your mouth to explain. You threw your weight on top of him and hugged him with your arms around his neck. Jimin returned the hug, squeezing you tightly, trying to ease the pain he didn't know about.
His heart was tight. Jimin hated seeing you like this. He wished he could take away all the things that made you sad.
âYou didn't say anything wrongâ you say, still hugging him.
Jimin listened carefully to what you were saying, waiting for you to explain what was happening. But you didn't, and he didn't want to force you. But curiosity was almost killing him inside.
When you finally let go of him, your eyes were a little puffy from crying. His gaze was sad and you knew he was dying to know what had made you cry all of a sudden. But it was something that bothered you so much that you didn't have the courage to comment on it yet.
âI'm sorry about thatâ
You said a little softly, embarrassed after having burst into tears. And you even wet his shirt with your tears.
âYou don't need to apologize for this, kitty. I'm just worriedâ
âDon't be. It's no big dealâ
You giggled and wiped your wet face with your sleeves.
âI'll let it go today, but you need to tell me, okay?â Jimin said this looking into your eyes and you couldn't do anything but agree with him.

At 16 years old you crossed the barrier of friendship.
Adolescence arrived and with it the urge to feel pretty for boys. You were no different. Despite wanting to get the attention of a specific boy in your class, you also wanted Jimin's approval. You felt that if he liked it, then it was perfect. You couldn't really explain why, it was just that.
It was on one of those days that the subject of kissing came up in your conversation.
You were sitting in a distant hallway at school, enjoying your break away from everyone else. You almost always did this. You went somewhere farther away and played games, talked and laughed.
The break was almost over and you knew that next period you would have class with that boy you wanted to impress: Sungmin. So in the last few minutes left, you pull a lip gloss out of your backpack and grab your phone to look at it while applying it to your lips.
Jimin had been flipping through the manga you were reading for a few minutes, but stopped when he noticed what you were doing.
âWhy are you putting this on? â Jimin analyzes you while you are putting on lip gloss.
âBecause boys like it.â You answer simply.
âI don't like this.â Jimin frowns, still looking at you.
It's a lie. He loves it when you put on lip gloss. But he hates the idea of ââit being for another boy.
âThat's why you don't have girls.â You mock, laughing.
Jimin frowns and crosses his arms.
âI can have any girl I want. â He says seriously and you laugh even more.
âSo why don't you have it? â you turn to him and stare at him with your arms crossed too.
âWell... â Jimin stares at you for a few seconds and loses his composure. He scratches his head and looks embarrassed. You start laughing at his face.
âStop laughing.â He pushes you by the shoulder and starts laughing along with you. Jimin knew you weren't really making fun of him.
âI just don't have anyone who interests me.â
You look him in the eye, but you feel like what he says isn't quite true. You know why it isn't true. You caught him checking out another girl from your school, what was her name again? Minji? Yejin? You can't quite remember.
âAnd that girl from class B? Isn't her name Yejin? â You ask.
âWhatâs about her?â
âWhy don't you go out with her? I've seen how you look at her, I know you like her.â
You're testing to see if Jimin will admit that he likes someone. You want to know if he's interested in someone without asking him directly. Even though you're best friends, this kind of topic has never been brought up before.
âShe's prettyâŚâ but she's not prettier than you.
Jimin blushes slightly and doesn't finish his sentence. He hardly looks the same when he's in front of you. He doesn't act like this in front of other people.
Jimin tries to remember when he was staring at that other girl so much. He thinks you got it all wrong.
âSo? Kiss her.â You encourage him, despite feeling a hint of jealousy deep down.
âI can't... â he says softly
âWhy not?â
âWell... âhe scratches his head, clearly embarrassed âI've never kissed anyone and... I don't... I don't want to ruin everything with herâ
More lies.
The part about him never having kissed anyone was true, but about the other girl, not so much. She was pretty, but she didn't catch his attention as much as you thought. In fact, he had never kissed anyone because he wanted to do it with you. But you didn't need to know that.
âWhat?!â You seemed too surprised by the information.
In your head, Jimin had already been with several girls. After all, he was full of charm and seemed to be flirting with everyone all the time. That information took you completely by surprise and unconsciously left you with a little hope. You had never kissed anyone either. You were afraid of doing everything wrong and the person started laughing at you. You wanted to try it with someone you were intimate with. Someone who was close, like Jimin was.
âWhat's with that reaction? You know I'm shyâ
You break your thoughts when you hear him talking.
âNo, you're not shy at all. You even perform on stage.â
You laugh through your nose because no, he can't be shy flirting with multiple girls like he does.
But thinking about it, he's shy around you, so maybe...
âOne thing has nothing to do with the other.â
âI think it has.â
âWell, but I've never kissed anyone.â He shrugs, admitting
âYou should try. It's good.â
You try to encourage him, afraid that your happiness at knowing this will be too obvious.
âHow do you know?â he raises an eyebrow. His heart beats wildly in his chest at the slightest image of you kissing another boy without him knowing. Because as far as he knows, you hadn't kissed anyone either.
âThat's what people say â you shrug and look away from him, which is too intense for you to handle.
You're afraid if you look at Jimin for too long, he'll somehow be able to read your mind and figure out what you're thinking.
âSo you've never kissed anyone eitherâ
âWell, duhâ
You were starting to get nervous about this conversation. You put your lip gloss in your backpack and pretended to look at your phone. The silence was starting to bother you.
âWe should go. Class is about to start.â you stand up and put your backpack on your shoulder.
âWe should try.â Jimin says
Your eyes widen as you look at him. You can't believe what you just heard.
â W-what did you just say?â your voice came out a little broken with shock.
âYou know... we could try kissing to learn.â He says as if it were nothing, while putting the manga inside his backpack.
âWhat-why⌠why?Â
You see him smirking, enjoying your nervousness. Your face heats up when you see the naughty expression on his face. That same flirtatious look he uses with some girls at school.
âWe could learn, so we don't embarrass ourselves with the people we really want to kiss.â Jimin finishes closing his backpack and looks at you seriously.
And that was a bucket of cold water on you. So he didn't really want to kiss you, he just wanted to use you so he could learn and not embarrass himself in front of that girl.
Deep down you were hurt, but you would never admit it. And to be honest, you didn't really know why you felt so jealous of him. It wasn't like you liked him. Maybe it was the fear of losing him to someone else, since you didn't have any other friends as close as Jimin. Yes, maybe that was it.
âRightâŚâ
You agreed even though you felt a little bitter inside.
When you turned your gaze to him, Jimin was already approaching you and your feet got tangled up trying to get away from him. You looked around, but there was no one around. But you despaired anyway.
âWhat? Now?â you move away covering your mouth, hitting your back with the wall behind you.
âWhy not?â
âBecause... Because I didn't brush my teeth.â You come up with the first excuse that comes to your head. You needed more time to process that.
He stops and thinks for a second. He hadn't brushed his teeth either. Jimin pulls away and blushes.
âWhen can we try then?â he asks, packing his backpack.
You stop and think.
âToday after class. â You don't even have the courage to look him in the face.
âAt my house or yours?â
âAt my house.â
So you two agree to do it at your house after school. Your heart feels like it's going to jump out of your chest because you're so nervous. The rest of the classes were useless. You couldn't focus on anything other than thinking about what it would be like to kiss Park Jimin.
On the other side of the room Jimin was also so anxious that he couldn't think about anything but you.

You brushed your teeth. Twice. Just to be sure. And you put on some perfume for good measure. Oh, and you didn't put on lip gloss, since he said he didn't like it.
You looked at yourself in the mirror several times and wondered what movements you would make with your mouth. But every time you stopped to think, it made you more nervous and your hands sweaty.
He had arranged to come over to your house after lunch. It had been a few minutes since Jimin said he had left the house and he still hadn't given any sign of life. You were starting to think that maybe he had given up.
Until your doorbell rang.
You walked out nervously, walking awkwardly to the front door. You opened the door for him and Jimin gave you a nervous smile. You made room for him to enter and Jimin walked in. You could tell he was nervous too by the way he moved.
You both sit on the couch in the living room in silence. Never in so many years of friendship had you two been silent for so long as you were now.
âI don't know what to do. â you say, suddenly. The nervousness is evident in your voice.
âMe neither.â Jimin says and looks at you.
You stare at each other for a few seconds.
âIs your mother home?â Jimin looks away briefly around the house.
âNot yet.â
Your mother used to get home before your father. His question made you more nervous, reminding you that maybe what you were doing was wrong.
Jimin looks at you, uncertain. You stare at him and a thousand thoughts run through your head. You had never stopped to think about him that way. But now you started thinking about how he would kiss you and what the texture of his lips would be like, you can't go back.
Jimin takes the first initiative.
âCan I...? â Jimin says, getting closer.
âYesâŚâ
You both got close to each other. You closed your eyes and when your lips touched it was strange. It was new, but at the same time good. His lips were soft and warm and you tried to understand how a boy could have such a soft and inviting texture.
You spent a while just sealing your lips, testing the new idea of ââkissing someone's mouth. You felt your hands sweating from nervousness and tried to wipe them on your pants.
Your position was strange. You were sitting side by side on the couch and neither of you were touching the other. You were tense and didn't know how to act. It was funny knowing that the same Jimin who joked about everything and flirted with several girls, could be like that too: shy and nervous.
You separated and opened your eyes. Your face must have been slightly red and his lower lip had a sheen of spit. You had already noticed that Jimin had beautiful lips, but nothing compared to now. You wanted to kiss his full lips more and feel his taste.
His eyes studied you for a few seconds, until he took the initiative.
Jimin's insecure hand gently held the back of your neck and brought your faces closer again. Your eyes closed automatically and that soft, pleasant sensation filled your lips again. You sighed slightly at the same time he pressed his lips against yours, and you could feel him smiling slightly.
This time Jimin was bolder and tried to use his tongue. His tongue tried to pass between your lips very slowly, but you got nervous and moved away from him.
âAre we going to use our tongue?â the question seemed too stupid after it left your mouth.
His cheeks were as red as yours must have been. Your thoughts were racing and you couldn't organize yourself into a concrete idea.
âIf you wantâŚâ Jimin said uncertainty.
The way he said that made you want to bite him.
âUh... Okay.â
Jimin leaned in again and kissed you. This time you let his tongue slip through. His tongue tasted like mint and you loved it. You opened your mouth wider for him and as you tried to fit in the kiss, your teeth chattered. It was nice to feel his breathing so close, trying to control yourself so as not to lose your breath.
It took you a few minutes to manage to fit in a kiss. As the tension passed, you both laughed together at the situation and your lack of experience. You separated a few times due to lack of air.
On the third attempt, you took a deep breath, looking at him. Jimin bit his lower lip, looking at you, and you felt your stomach tingle. Your lips met again, and this time the kiss was a little less harsh. You managed to caress each other's tongues more fluidly and without your teeth clashing so often.
Your legs were pressed together on the couch as you tried to get closer to each other. One of your hands was holding his arm, not sure what to do with your hands at that moment. His hand tightened around your waist, and you shivered all over.
You turned your faces to better fit the kiss, not letting go of each other for a second. His hand continued to tighten around your waist and your heart beat faster.
It felt so good to kiss him that you finally understood why your classmates were always talking about kissing boys. But it was still unbelievable to you how a boy could have such a soft mouth like Jimin's.
When his thumb reached the underside of your breast through your clothes, you heard a noise from the front door.
Your lips parted with a pop and his hand left you faster than you could feel it. He looked at you with wide eyes. âMy mother is here.â You whispered, scared.
âHoney? Are you home?â
Your mother left the keys on the counter at the entrance and walked down the hallway that led to the living room. She looked at the two of you sitting on the couch, watching TV at a very low volume. You and Jimin smiled at her.
âHi mom, welcome home.â
âGood afternoon, ma'am.â It was clear from afar that Jimin was nervous.
You both looked like you were up to something. You were holding the TV remote and sitting far away from him on the couch, with your legs close to your body. Jimin was sitting with a pillow on his lap and trying to hide his nervous expression.
âJimin! I didn't know you were coming today. â Your mother commented as she walked through the house to drop off her bag.
âActually, I was just leaving, ma'am.â
âThat's right, mom. He just came to borrow a notebook to copy the material.â
You two communicated with each other through your eyes while your mother disappeared into the kitchen. She continued talking about coffee and Jimin staying to eat, but you didn't pay attention, holding back a silent laugh.
And this was one of the times you were almost caught kissing in secret.

Even though you swore that everything would be normal, that nothing had changed between you, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
It was so inevitable that your friends started to notice that something was strange.
You always blushed when Jimin appeared out of nowhere and sat down with you. Or the looks you shared for a long time, only to look away and pretend nothing had happened.
âAnd then, she kissed me. And I was like, âDude, what is this?â She caught me completely off guard.â Taehyung said at lunch.
The slightest mention of a kiss made you and Jimin look at each other.
You were all sitting at a rectangular table in the school cafeteria. Jimin was sitting in front of you.
Your face heated up as he stared at you and you lowered your head.
âAnd then what? Cut the crap, Tae. You talk too much.â your friend, Yuna, says and everyone laughs.
âAnd that was it! What did you expect?â Taehyung looks at her mockingly.
âI don't know. Something more exciting?â
Yuna makes a bored face and everyone laughs even more.
âIf you want something exciting, ask these two.â and he points at you. âThey haven't stopped staring at each other the whole lunch.â
Hoseok turns to you and continues chewing as he speaks.
âWhat's wrong with you? You're acting weird.â
You pick at your food nervously.
âWhat? It's nothing.â
âWhat do you mean?â Jimin asks.
Hoseok raises an eyebrow and continues chewing.
âYou two are acting suspiciously.â your friend says.
âWe're not!â
You speak a little louder and everyone notices.
âSee? Suspicious!â
And everyone starts laughing, agreeing.
Jimin can only stare at you. The tips of his ears are turning red.
âStop doing that. It's nothing.â Jimin says. He's getting nervous too.
âHow much do you bet that these two hooked up?â Taehyung says laughing as he eats and everyone starts talking at the same time at the table.
âWhat if we do?â Jimin says in a serious tone and you almost choke.
The table falls silent.
âAre you serious? â Taehyung puts down his cutlery and stops giggling.
Everyone is waiting anxiously for an answer. You are shaking, not believing that Jimin is saying this.
The few seconds until Jimin's answer seemed like an eternity in your head, which was spinning with a thousand thoughts.
âOf course not. You've been reading too much fanfiction, Tae. Stop projecting your fantasies onto your friends.â
And everyone starts laughing again. You end up laughing too, but maybe it was out of nervousness.

02:22 AM
You couldn't sleep. Anxiety was taking over your body. You'd like to say it was just another one of those anxiety attacks where you don't know why it starts, but you knew why.
The constant cold war between your parents. The way they had been treating you over time and how it had changed â in a bad way.
You were feeling lost. You felt like you weren't being loved. You wanted to run away and hide from everyone, but there was only one person who made you rethink all of that: Jimin.
With cold tears streaming down your face, you searched for your phone under your pillow. Your eyes hurt from the brightness of the screen as you searched for Jimin's contact and called him. On the fourth ring, he answered with a voice hoarse from sleep.
âHm, Y/n?â
âJiminâŚâ you sniffed, not on purpose, because your nose was starting to get stuffy. âI'm not feeling so wellâŚâ you took a deep breath. âCan you come over?â
Your voice grew small as you asked him. You knew it was asking too much. But he lived next door to you, so maybe it wasn't asking too much.
You heard some things moving on the phone and then Jimin answered.
âI'm coming.â
A few minutes later, you were in your slippers, silently opening the door to a slightly disheveled Jimin wearing pants and a sweatshirt.
When you finished closing the door, Jimin pulled you into a hug, resting your head on his chest. You sniffed, because your tears were already starting to fall again. His scent was comforting and made you feel safe despite the sadness.
âIt's okay. â he said softly, just for you to hear.
His hand caressed your hair as you cried softly against his chest.
Jimin didn't question you why you were like this. And you knew he was the only person you could trust at that moment. You knew he wouldn't question you until he knew everything was okay. That was why whenever you needed him, you knew Jimin would know how to handle the situation. He knew you too well. Maybe he was the only person who really knew you, even compared to your parents.
The two of you walked to your room and lay down under the covers. Maybe it was strange to see two teenagers of the opposite sex, but you had known each other since you were little and sleeping over one day was nothing new.
Still, you felt a little nervous about letting a boy enter your room so easily. But you knew Jimin and how he was, you trusted him with everything you had. He was the only person who could make you feel good at that moment.
It was the beginning of winter, so the temperature was a little lower than normal, enough for you to want to snuggle under the covers.
You hugged each other head-on and your face was close to the crook of Jimin's neck. He had a scent all his own, which brought you comfort and made you relax. And at that moment, that was all you wanted to think about. And the caress Jimin was giving on your back.
Within a few minutes of this affection you could already feel your eyes getting heavy. Soon you were already sleeping, hugging the warmth of Jimin's body.

When the sound of your alarm clock woke you up, you could no longer feel Jimin's presence in your bed. You stretched and searched the bed for him, only to be dissatisfied knowing that he was no longer there. But you knew it was better that he had left before your parents woke up and wondered why Jimin was sleeping with you on a Wednesday. This could easily lead to hasty conclusions, when in reality the reason behind him sleeping with you on a weekday was much harsher.
Your eyes were still a little puffy from crying. You washed your face with cold water before taking a hot shower and getting into comfortable clothes for class.
While you were having breakfast, no one seemed to pay attention to your face, which looked a little downcast. Not that you wanted any questions at that time of the morning, but your parents' indifference seemed kind of obvious.
"You need to start thinking about your future. You need to do something to help." Your mother said in a harsh tone, before even saying good morning. In fact, she never said good morning.
Her words came in one direction and came out the other for you. Listening to her talk like that, it seemed like she hadn't said the same thing yesterday, and the day before that too, and every day of the week. She always said the same thing every day.
You nodded silently as you ate your egg bread, trying your best not to start an argument at this time of the morning, despite your growing anger. You knew deep down that you couldn't let your life revolve around this, but it ended up being inevitable.
Days like this, when you silently agreed, were when you were at your most emotionally exhausted. You just accepted reality and let it happen.
Most of the time, the situation was different. You responded in the same harsh tone and the argument started at 7 in the morning. But not today. Today you were tired of everything and preferred to stay quiet.

As soon as Jimin saw you, he went to meet you and put an arm around your shoulders as you walked.
âHey kitty, how are you?â
Despite the somewhat provocative nickname, his tone of voice was one of genuine concern. You knew what he was talking about.
In other circumstances, you might have reacted to his affectionate nickname, perhaps even blushed a little. But today you were completely out of it and without any strength., not even that was enough to elicit a reaction from you. You were emotionally exhausted.
âI'm better.â you avoided his eyes.
You continued walking the short distance to school.
âAre you sure? âJimin searched your face. He felt like you were hiding something from him.
Well, not exactly hiding. He saw the state you were in this morning.
âUhuhâ
Your voice came out unwillingly, as if you didn't even have the strength to do it. Jimin could tell what was happening and his thoughts were racing at a mile a minute, thinking about what he could do to make you feel better. To make that weight come off your shoulders, even if it was just a little.
When you arrived at school, you tried to change the mood by seeing all your friends together. You had a few laughs in the schoolyard before class started and somehow that made you forget your thoughts a little.

A/N: Yaaay one more chapter of The only exception. Sorry for the angst but.... yeap that's it hahahah. What do you think of the story so far? Please let me know in the comments or in the ask box.
As I said, I already have some chapters ready so I plan on posting once a week.
I hope you guys are enjoying it xoxo

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