The Lake House Cont Where Tojis Helping Us W An*l?? Plsss

The lake house cont where Toji’s helping us w an*l?? Plsss💜💜

# - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 3 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : the lesson’s with megumi’s dad continue but this time it seems Toji has other plans for you.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dilf!toji x non-virgin!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : short smut with the tiniest plot ever

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : pwp, cumming inside, oral (male receiving), Toji teaches reader anal, cheating (toji’s married), pet names like: sir, sweetheart, darlin’, good girl

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : this is part 3 of 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 fic but can be read as a stand-alone

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I had been in my final year of Jujutsu Tech when I realised just how far I could push my body’s limits.

How far Toji could push my body’s limits.

I had also realised I gained a certain infatuation to the man, affection dare I say. He would care about me like no other boy would, albeit he punished my body more times than I could count but I never complained.

I felt as if I was indebted to him after all the lessons he had taught me with his cock, all the long steamy and sleepless nights at the local lake house. A secret no knew but us, not even his wife.

And the post-sex bliss I felt after coming down from a high, wrapped up in his arms as he lay on his back with a single cigarette in his mouth balanced by his other hand, just like right now.

It was moments like this that made me feel worthy, beautiful even. After being worshipped even after being thrown about on the sheets like a broken rag doll, I still felt worthy.

Turning my head towards him as my hand drew circles across his well defined chest, nothing but a simple white blanket lay limp across the bottom half of our bodies I asked “𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘳?“

Releasing the cancerous smoke he previously held in, I could only just catch his response, “𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧’𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬“

I always sought his approval, the words that led me to strive for perfection each time, that led me to relax my throat as he pushed more of his cock further in, which trained my body to orgasm one last time for him even if I was incredibly overstimulated. It was all for him, his approval.

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯’ 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘺 － 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵?“

Of course I was up for it, I always was. No matter what he asked of me I’d do it, just for him.

If only I could swallow my words.

Except the only thing I’ve been swallowing for the past 15 minutes has been his cock － lubing, preparing him he said.

For what I wasn’t sure, he kept it as a secret － wanting to surprise me for how good I’ve been for him.

“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯’, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 － 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭“

his thick meat worked its way further and further down my throat, forcing me to gulp and swallow around him. That only allowed my throat to massage his cock even more, as if my body was priming itself to please him without my mind even playing an active part in it.

“𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯’．．．“ Toji grunted as he shifted his weight and stood back, waiting for me to follow his command.

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶．．．𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦“

Even though I loathed to leave his cock so soon, the smell of sex already wafting from the man was carried with me as I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back ready for him.

Toji followed me, almost like a predator hunting down it’s prey before surprising me by setting us up in a sixty-nine position before spreading my legs apart, taking the treat that he had demanded.

I didn’t have to look to know that his cock twitched and pulsed purely from the smell of sex I gave off.

Toji loved to remind me how sweet I tasted as his tongue lashed down against my pussy as he teased my folds, his own excitement mounting more and more with every passing second.

He was in his element, eagerly lapping at my pussy, teasing his tongue over the fat nub of my clit, my lips sliding over the head of his cock. I sucked him down, pushing my head up from the pillow, though he couldn’t quite see what position I was in.

The moment dragged him in, deeper and deeper, sensing tension easing from my body, my legs spreading apart a little more to welcome his tongue into the treat of my pussy. Even though all he wanted to do was to mount and breed me over and over, to work his cock and spear every inch of his powerful cock into my wet heat, he had to ready me too, taking his time to make sure that my body was primed and prepped.

His hand started working it's way down my body until it reached my pussy as he rubs slowly up and down my wet slit before pushing his fingers into my wetness. I spread my legs further as he pushed his tongue and fingers deeper, twisting them and making me hold back a groan. My fingers dig into his back and he slips a third finger inside me, clearly searching for my g-spot. Finding my special spot, he massages it hard, so much so that I could feel my juices flowing onto his palm and he knew my need was hightening.

Parting from my cunt and resituating himself in front of me on his knees, it felt as if he was worshiping my body. “Put your hands above your head sweetheart, and leave them there. Can you do that f’me?”

As I followed his command, Toji slipped his fingers from my pussy, leaving me feeling empty and void. His fingers dripping with my juices, he reached around and rubbed them over my tight ass, feeling me squirm a little. Realising what was about to happen, I quickly closed my legs and lifted myself onto my elbows, staring at him in worry yet I’m sure he could see the mix of excitement.

"It's okay love....trust me" He whispered.

Hearing his reassuring words I closed my eyes and concentrated on giving my body to him, reminding myself this was all part of the lesson, I was being taught. I could feel Toji pushing a little harder and slowly felt his one finger entering my ass, stoping every now and again to allow my ass to adjust. When his finger was as deep inside as it could go, he stayed still for a moment before slowly pulling back, easing it from my tightness, then pushing in deep again. Slowly my body relaxed more and more as he started to pump his finger faster and harder into me, when he felt me accepting his finger with no resistance, he started to slide a second finger into my ass, making me gasp and stiffen for a moment before relaxing again. His fingers in my ass made my pussy flood with juices as I felt them running down over my ass, lubricating it and allowing him to fuck my ass with his fingers with such ease. Suddenly a third finger joined, pushing into my ass as I cried out at the sudden pressure deep inside me, at the same time I felt a sense of need I had never felt before and lifted my body from the bed trying to take more of his hand inside my stretched ass.

"ohhhhhhhh...i want you to fuck me Toji!”

Hearing my plea, Toji knew my sense of need was ripe and the passion in my soul was his for the taking. Slipping his fingers from my drenched ass he rolls onto his back, allowing me to quickly climb onto him, kissing him as my hand directs his hard cock into my dripping pussy, sucking him in. I slammed my lust filled body down hard, feeling his hard cock spreading my tight cunt wide and filling it.

His hands around my waist steadying me. I lift my body and slam it down again hard, forcing his cock deep inside me, making it pound against my cervix, my juices flowing over his cock. I reached down and dug my nails into his chest, surely leaving marks as my body fucks his cock harder and faster. Throwing my head back I cried out to him...

"Fuck me!...FUCK me hard, make me cum!”

Listening to my screams, Toji quickly put his hands on my shoulders, stopping me from riding his cock any firther and holding me still...

"I’ll cum in you love" He said, looking into my lust filled eyes.

"But I’ll cum in your tight ass"

My eyes widen at the realisation of his huge cock going into my tight little ass, it couldn't possibly fit into that tiny hole...but I trust him and knew I had come too far to back out now...besides, I needed relief so badly.

He pulled his cock from my hot cunt and runs his fingers over my slit, gathering my juices on his fingers and rubs them over my ass, making it slippery and lubricating, prepping it for his cock to enter easily. Making me bend forward, he placed the tip of his cock against my ass, holding it there for a moment then pushing up gently.

“Relax, don’t tense your body, it’ll hurt less — more pleasurable for you if you ease the tension from your body darlin’ “

I felt the tip of his cock opening my ass slowly, then gasp as it slides in further and holds it still as my ass adjusts, feeling the resistance of his massive cock easing. When he felt me relaxed again, he pushes down on my shoulders, forcing his hardness deep into my ass in one quick movement.

My hands grasp at his chest once more and a shrill scream emanates from my gaping mouth with my head tilted back as a sharp intense pain flows through my impaled body, every nerve in my body feeling the pain of my ass being stretched to the limit. Toji held me still for what seemed an eternity, then slowly starts to pull his cock from my ass, when it was almost ready to slip from my ass, he pushed me down again.

"Now sweetheart’...ride my cock, start slowly and increase as you relax...I want you to make me cum in that dirty little ass of yours"

Feeling his cock pulsing in my stinging ass, I whimpered and started slowly moving my body up and down. He reached down and found my swollen throbbing clit and began to rub it hard and fast. I began to ride a little harder as my body relaxed and my desires grow, his cock sliding in and out of me faster. Leaning back I felt my need to cum quickly taking away any traces of the earlier pain I had felt, taking his pounding cock deeper into my ass and revelling in the feeling of having something so big jammed into my ass.

Feeling his cock swelling impossibly more inside me as I rode him harder, the feeling of my orgasm starting to take over my body making my ass tighten around his cock. The only sounds were skin on skin and the continuous groans and sounds of pleasure.

With a grunt Toji begins to explode into my ass, filling it with his hot cum causing me to cum harder than I had ever cum in my life...both of us crying out loudly as our bodies merged as one.

Finally letting my body flop down on Toji’s chest, I could hear his heart beating a mile a minute, his breathing coming short and sharp as he ran his fingers gently up and down my back. He let his cock slip from my ass and rolled me onto my side beside him, holding me tight to his side until my body stopped shaking from the immense pleasure.

"Did you enjoy your surprise darlin’?" Toji asked, looking into my eyes and seeing my contentment.

"How could I not" I answered with a grin and kissed him softly

Kissing the top of my head and pulling me closer, he let out a gruff chuckle,

“Something else you can check off your list”

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Part 1 | 2 | 3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 2: I’m sorry this took so long 😭

𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑶𝒅𝒅𝒔 | Choi San

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : two former high school rivals, now attending the same college, unexpectedly reunite. Football player San is trying to win your heart, but you’re hell-bent on never talking to him again. After many trials and tribulations, will you open your heart?

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : jock!san x quiet!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : swearing

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 : this starts off in San’s pov :)

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Complete opposites yet I couldn’t help but be enamoured by you.

Especially now, when the light shining in through the tall windows of the building surrounded you with a glimmer only you could hold, even while stood in the middle of a run down college hallway.

The hallway we stood in, made from yellowing lime bricks, was wide and lined with arched windows that stretch from the ceiling to the worn carpet beneath our feet. There were few people here, only a handful lingering in doorways or sitting atop hard wooden benches built into alcoves in the wall. It feels like a long forgotten hallaway filled with secrets just waiting to be discovered if one should take it upon themselves to explore its hidden depths and abandoned regions of study.

The only modern attributes were the bright blue lockers lining the corridor’s walls and the tall glass cases encasing the college’s trophies.

And then there was you, who looked just like you had in school. Your hair that I used to pull was still long, the large framed glasses that I would hold above your head still enhanced your doe eyes, those freckles that I would stupidly call acne scars decorated your cheeks, and the hatred that continued to lace your eyes.

Except now you wore a nicely fitted suit — the buttons on your shirt were holding on for dear life, your hair brushed behind your ears, pin-striped skirt to your knees, short black heels and holding your books to your chest while the other held what looked to be a briefcase.

I remember overhearing you wanting to study law.

Other than your appearance you hadn’t changed in the slightest and neither had my heart which still raced a mile a minute when I looked into your eyes and saw the mix of emotions there — a combination of anger and confusion, but also curiosity and oddity.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?” It was expected of me to go on to a scholarship but everyone was left surprised when I’d told them that I’d be staying and going to a community college not too far from the school, you included.

It had been seconds which felt like minutes since you uttered those words, I knew I had to say something as I stood there looking like a complete fool playing with the straps of my bag, so with trembling lips, I spoke,

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨?” I titled my head, voice laced with my usual cockiness - only for you.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭”

That’s all it took for my words to slip out like second nature, “𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭”

I hadn’t expected much of a reaction considering you were used to my antics from school where I wouldn’t miss a chance to flirt and fluster you although this time I caught sight of the faint flush on your cheeks causing my grin to widen.

Trying, and failing, to cover your reddened cheeks, you looked at me in annoyance before rolling your eyes where they landed on the books I held “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥? 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘚𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩?”

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯’ “ it felt just like before, when we were both back in school, arguing over anything and everything.

How I missed those years. The days when I’d ask you for a pen only to leave teeth marks on the end just to see what reaction you’d give me that day or the times where I’d sit behind you in class and plait your hair without your knowledge only for you to storm your way towards me at the end of the day and scream at me for making you look like an idiot. Even though to me, it made you look prettier, impossibly so.

“𝘗𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰?” You spat out, venom in your tone as you brushed past me, presumably walking towards your class.

“𝘐’𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶!” I turned my head and raised my voice causing an echo to bounce from the walls. We both knew I meant what I said but for two different reasons. You probably thought I just wanted to get in your pants, oh how wrong you’d be.

The next few weeks went by just like that, with San religiously keeping to his routine of annoying you or in his eyes; flirting.

After all those years of having to put up with his relentless bullying and confusing actions you thought you finally escaped. You thought he’d gone with that scholarship he was offered, anyone would take that chance — it was a free ticket out of this crap neighbourhood.

And now not just was he no longer taking that stupid scholarship but he’d also chosen to attend the exact same college you had — which was your ticket away from him.

He’d take any opportunity to make your life hell with his burning stare, looming figure and overpowering confidence, his head was stuck up his own ass more than half the time, always thinking he could get any girl he wanted with just one compliment — granted, you never physically saw him with any other girl but oh could you imagine and the rumours weren’t much help either.

And to hell if you reject his advances, which in this case — you had, suffering years worth of teasing and hair pulling. Even going as far as to ‘accidentally’ kick a multitude of footballs your way on more than one occasion — it was safe to say you never used that path as a shortcut ever again.

But what made it more infuriating was his inhuman good looks. As much as you wanted to hate him, you couldn’t. Not when he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes that begged for forgiveness, that he didn’t mean what he said.

But it didn’t matter, he’ll never know. You just have to get through 3 years of college and you’ll be free — again.

Although that apparently seems too much to ask for when the Choi San made it a constant habit to follow you around like an attention deprived dog with his constant snarky comments and confusing actions.

As soon as you stepped foot out of your lecture there he was in all his damn glory, Choi San, waiting for you.

He claimed he waited for you so he could walk you to class which baffled you at first but then came the comments. You came to the conclusion that he only followed you to taunt you. Whether that be on your outfit, hair, makeup or attitude that day.

“𝘠/𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱!” When you finally thought you caught a break, your hopes came crashing down once more. San was nowhere to be found when you left the lecture hall and seeing an opportunity, you quickly skipped in the opposite direction hoping you’d somehow avoid him.

Clearly you were given false hope when you saw a dark haired figure barrelling his way through the crowd of students. You probably would’ve looked the other way had he not been screaming your name the entire way.

Maybe if you slowly turned around and faced the lockers he wouldn’t see you.

Another hopeful thought crashing down when you felt the weight of an arm on your shoulder.

“𝘠/𝘯~ 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘩? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?” San said with a clear pout on his face causing your own to turn away.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵” that’s all it took for San’s pout to grow deeper, almost making you feel bad.

Almost.

“𝘈𝘩𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦! 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘩?” The answer was plain and simple, no. You had no intentions of opening your heart, no less to San of all people. Why would you?

Even after the many confessions you received from San, you took them with a pinch of salt, pinning it down to his usual taunting.

Taking my silence as an answer, San continues, “𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵~”

“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦?” Sure a cat cafe sounded nice and all but with the person I despise the most?

“𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰” this almost made me chuckle at the absurdity. Did he honestly think that you two were friends?

Was that what this was to him? Friendly banter?

Turning your head towards him, prepared to reject his ‘kind’ offer when you were faced with those puppy dog eyes of his,

“. . . 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦”

Which led to where you were now, sat in a cafe opposite Choi San surrounded by cats — granted that was the sole purpose of the cafe.

Every detail in the room was meticulously attended to, and every item seemed just so. The furniture had been placed exactly where it needed to be for maximum efficiency and aesthetic beauty, the many shades of pink offsetting each other perfectly while never vying for the same attention from customers. Even the rugs were stylishly arranged in a geometric pattern that made them appear as if they had always belonged there.

Calico kittens scampered across tabletops as others lounged lazily over armchairs, basking in streams of sunlight that shone through wide windows looking out onto city streets below. It was truly an oasis from everyday life.

While San sat with a smile stretched across his cheeks as he swayed side to side with a cat balancing on his lap, you were sat there with a looming cloud over your head and dark expression plastered on your face.

“𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰!” He was practically jumping in his seat with excitement, the poor cat was hanging on for dear life.

Seeing how happy he was, was almost contagious. I nearly let a smile slip at the mix of expressions on his face, it was kind of — cute.

The Cat Cafe was a bright and airy establishment, with high ceilings and tall windows to let in as much natural light as possible. A wall of shelves held toys, treats, and supplies for the cats that roamed freely throughout the cafe. There were cozy couches dotted around where visitors could cuddle up with friendly felines or watch them play from afar. Soft music wafted through the air along with faint smells of coffee brewing behind rigid plexiglass barriers meant to keep both customers and cats safe during their interactions.

The boy, usually so cocksure and self-assured, seemed to have taken a step back into himself. His confident manner had vanished as if someone flipped a switch; his shoulders hunched inward with shyness, and he glanced away from me frequently.

There was something hesitant in the way he spoke now that we were alone – almost like whatever impenetrable armor of arrogance that usually surrounded him had unexpectedly dissolved away in my presence.

“𝘞𝘩𝘺’𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺?” I said, cutting the silence.

“𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘯𝘰?” How in the world did Choi San come to the conclusion that we were friends?

Baffled, I stared at him for a second or two, “𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸?” This seemed to make San nervous, confusing me even more.

This reminded me of school again, where he would pick on me but then follow it up by pulling out my chair for me or lend me a pencil when I miss-placed mine. Choi San was confusing, that’s for sure.

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. . . 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 — 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺” really?

“𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺?” I voiced out loud, followed by a blank expression.

San just sat there, his eyes locked onto the cat on his lap as he mindlessly twirled it’s fur around his finger and a nervous look on his face, “𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 — 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘥”

We were abruptly jolted out of conversation, as we saw the waitress standing in front of us with our orders – two plates laden with French toast and maple syrup. She carefully placed them on the table between us before giving a polite nod and turning to leave.

As she disappeared from view, I turned my attention back towards my thoughts.

I knew who he was talking about — Kang Yeosang, the perfect schoolboy, or at least as close to perfection as one could get. His grades were exemplary, never less than an A on a report card, and he had mastered every lesson within minutes of it being taught.

But it wasn’t just his intelligence that made him so admired — he was also blessed with the face of a model and stature unlike any other boy in class. Friendly and well liked by all who encountered him, he could do no wrong in anyone’s eyes; even teachers seemed to favor him above others when discussing matters relating to academics or conduct.

That’s what made me like him so much.

I remember San starting a fight with Yeosang — over what I don’t know. But it was big enough to grab nearly the entire school’s attention.

That fight made me hate San even more after Yeosang took it upon himself to avoid me at all costs, as if I had the plague. What could San have told him to cause him to avoid me like that?

Allowing my curiosity to take over, I voiced my thoughts, “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺?”

As if what I said offended him, he quickly whipped his head up, “𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮? 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦”

I could practically see the steam seething from his reddened ears before he continued, “𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮” he grumbled.

San was a walking mass of contradictions—the kind each and every one of us has tucked away somewhere. On the outside there was an air of confidence, but on the inside lay a rich vein of jealous insecurity.

His intense eyes glimmered as he talked about Yeosang, even as his furtive glances betrayed him. There is never comfort in knowing that someone desires what we cannot have; watching San I felt like it had been magnified to its fullest potential for him.

“𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨-“

“𝘌𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘐’𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥”

His chocolate-brown eyes were blazing with unspoken emotion, a heat that seemed to penetrate my skin from across the room. His jaw was set firmly in a line of anger and he clenched one hand into an angry fist at his side as if it had suddenly become unbearable for him not to be involved or acknowledged. “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦”

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦”

It was almost as if he’d been living two lives in parallel; the version I saw and the one of hidden jealousies. Jealousy that he had kept tightly locked away, like a closet full of secrets. Until now. The rage in him seethed with such force it felt sudden yet inevitable, at once both foreign and all too familiar.

His expression was open and vulnerable, like he was afraid to lay himself bare before me.

San’s hand tightened around the cat’s fur which he quickly moved to the drink he had in front of him as if it became all too real, his feelings and emotions now in the open for me to see.

So caught up with my thoughts, I barely caught the whisper that left San’s mouth, “𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦? 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘠𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦. . .”

The guilt was like a leaden weight on my heart. For once in my life, I felt something other than anger and resentment — remorse for someone who had treated me badly. It felt strange but strangely liberating to accept that he was now sat in front of me, shifting in his seat as he released his pent up anger he kept hidden for all those years.

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺,” San’s head shot up from looking at his mug, clearly surprised by my apology, “𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺”

Now shifting in my own seat , the pounding in my chest was relentless, and with each pulse I felt like it would burst.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳, 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦 “

If I was told that I’d be sat in a cat cafe in front Choi San while we apologised to each other for all those years, I’d laugh and walk off.

All I could do was stare at him. The Choi San, the star of the football team and my biggest rival, apologising to me.

“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺-“

“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶”

That’s all it took for us to waste what was left of the day talking about anything and everything followed by the occasional apology while we moved to the floor to entertain the cats.

He watched me with an inscrutable expression, his gaze trained on me as if transfixed. It felt strange, almost alien to have him watching like that without any verbal judgements or harsh criticisms accompanying it.

I fiddled with the cats’ ears and nuzzled their heads for a few moments before glancing up at him again; he hadn't moved an inch from his position – still sat next to me studying my movements as if he couldn’t believe this was how we were interacting: civil and non-combative.

He reached forward to stop me from petting the cat, taking my hand firmly in his. Then, gently turning me towards him, he looked deeply into my eyes with an intensity I hadn't felt before and quietly said “I meant what I said before,” his words hung in the air between us like a challenge: An unspoken conversation that needed no further input or explanation; only acknowledgment of something greater than ourselves. “𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶”

“𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘠/𝘕. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵”

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↳ a/n: idk where I was going with this —

— 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹𝘰

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Imagine begging Megumi to cosplay your favourite character Itachi and he flat out refuses, like he doesn’t even give it any thought which makes you walk off in a huff and pout on the couch.

And he just watches you from the kitchen (you could practically see the clogs turning in his head). Later on he sits next to you with his body turned away while he searches up that character you were talking about earlier.

The next day you come home from work/class but Megumi’s nowhere to be found until he walks out the bathroom wearing an Akatsuki cloak and fixing his headband while your jaw has dropped to the floor.

Seeing your expression made him shift in his spot while he fiddles with the fabric of his cloak,

“𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘐. . .”

You would’ve jumped his bones then and there if it wasn’t for the insecure look in his eyes “𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦”

“𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵”

It’s safe to say he did fuck you. With the cosplay on.

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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋: this was just a quick drabble but I might make this longer 👀

— 𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘤 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮． 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 （𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 ）𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦，𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 － 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮，𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴／𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮，𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘢𝘵 3 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘵𝘤 𝘦𝘵𝘤．．．𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧， 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥． 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺！𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 100% 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴！𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥? 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺，𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵．

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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 － 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘡𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦；“𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒? 𝐼𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒” 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵．𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳，𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴，𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴； “𝑤ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦?“．𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘤 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯；𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶， 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥，𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰， 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 ♡︎

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𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳，𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘪’𝘢𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 (𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶). 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦 － 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶．𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱，𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘧．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩，𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬，𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴，𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥，𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧！𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬．

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𝘈𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵， 𝘈𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 （𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧）𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩，𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥，𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚? 𝘽𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚? 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙪𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙨, 𝙝𝙪𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙙? 𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣? 𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘈𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘴，𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 － 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶．𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘈𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤．𝘏𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩！𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶．．．

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𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 － 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳．𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳，𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 10𝘹 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦．𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰！𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭， 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥？𝘱𝘴𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵， 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦．𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭，𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭．

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𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶， 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺，𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶？𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦．𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳， 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵， 𝘫𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥，𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦．𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢， 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳－𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴，𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 （𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭）𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩！

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𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘴．𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱， 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬，𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳．𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 50／50 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 （𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦）𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵；”𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳?” 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵，𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 ♡︎

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𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥．𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮？𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 （𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶）𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺！𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘭．

↳ 𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜

𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮，𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮， 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥／𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬．

⇥ *1 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦*

⇥ 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵

↳ 𝙔𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤

𝘠𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵－．𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳，“𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺？𝘐 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳，𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺“ “𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯！𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦，𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥?“ 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 －_－ 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘭．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦，“𝘠𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰．．．𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴“ 𝘣𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦！

↳ 𝙔𝙚𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙜

𝘉𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭，𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴．𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯．𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬，

⇥ 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨？

↳ 𝙎𝙖𝙣

𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱，𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺！ 𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥，𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦，

⇥ 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵？

⇥ *1 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦*

⇤ 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

⇤ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦

↳ 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞

𝘉𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦．𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵，𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 “𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥“ 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘭

⇥ 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦？

⇥ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴？

⇥ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥？

↳ 𝙒𝙤𝙤𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜

𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘭．𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦， “𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦？𝘸𝘩𝘺？𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵?”

↳ 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵， 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴，𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 ♡︎

— 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹𝘰

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Nymphomaniac | 방탄소년단

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Jungkook, the headmaster’s son, is just trying to make it through school unnoticed but with his academic smarts and undeniably good looks it’s no surprise when he gains the attention of a certain student

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : virgin!Jungkook x nymph!fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff/smut/school au

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : corruption, sub!Jungkook, loss of virginity, oral m!receiving, slight nipple play if you squint, penetration, you both make a sex tape, teaching Kook how to kiss.

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Gaining stares before I had even stepped foot into school was something I became used to. In fact, it was a daily occurrence at this point. Everywhere my eyes drifted were faces with downturned eyebrows and tight lips.

My steps felt heavier as murmurs reached my ears - what they said was always about me, yet never directly to me. The whispers traveled like wildfire around the school grounds; everyone seemed to know my secrets and have their own opinion on what should be done with them - none of which gave any relief or peace from the situation in hand.

Every girl's lips moved in hushed conversation as I walked through the hall, and their gazes followed me with burning intensity. The contempt was so thick that it almost felt physical. I heard snatches of whispered phrases float in the air - "disgraceful," "just like her mother" - making clear what they thought of me and my ways. But no-one dared utter these words to my face, then they would have something to gossip about.

The boys would look at me with a strange, heated hunger in their eyes. I was like an oasis of pleasure in the desert of their lives – something that could quench any thirst they may have had. My gaze and my body language seemed to be inviting them closer, as if I wanted one or more of them to take advantage of me in whatever way they wished. It felt shameless, but it also satisfied some internal craving for carnal satisfaction that drove my every action and thought.

“𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?“ Turning around to face the boy I had been occupied with in the closet for the past 30 minutes, I sighed.

I opened my mouth to tell him no and that he should just move on to some other girl until I decided it wasn’t worth it and instead, turned around and walked off in the opposite direction.

It was times like this that would remind me of my mother, a strange kinship of sorts; as if I could feel her in my bones, see echoes of her lurking within me.

It was disconcerting and uncomfortable - like sliding into the dress she wore when I was a child, and realizing it still fit well after all these years. A reminder that everything she taught me has taken root somewhere within myself to grow or wither at its own will. Times like this made me yearn for the distance only death can bring.

Everyone in this boarding school had heard of my mother – a woman of dubious reputation, who the headmistress once described as “sowing her wild seeds”. The other students whispered when I passed by and cast judgemental glances at me as if I too would follow my mother's path. But they didn’t know that I was determined to make something better for myself, no matter how low people perceived me because of my lineage.

Nonetheless it seemed like everywhere I went all eyes were on me – judging every move and misstep like an unforgiving jury watching its victim carefully with discerning scrutiny.

I was sixteen when the diagnosis came in. Nymphomania – an insatiable craving for sexual relationships and gratification. A shadow had been cast into my life, and it seemed like no matter how hard I tried to control it, nothing worked - the cravings were always there somewhere beneath my skin, bubbling up and consuming me until all that mattered was finding a way to release them.

Masturbation could only do so much; soon enough even that wasn't enough anymore. So through trial-and-error experimentation over time, I gained a reputation amongst the boys of my neighbourhood as The Local Whore.

I straightened my back and kept my head high as I walked through the grand halls of this prestigious school. Everywhere around me were the daughters of the rich, prancing about in their designer clothing, whispering secrets behind their fingers and sizing me up with judgments hidden in their eyes. They all used their daddy’s money to get here, although I was no different.

I clasped my hands together, feeling the edges of my fingernails press into the soft flesh of my palms; a reminder that although I was no different - it had been a long road that had brought me to where I am now.

My father's teachings still echoed in my ears: insistent, unbending and unyielding in his belief that God alone could help me become who he wanted me to be. Little did he know, if only he could see me now - standing here on this threshold between two disparate worlds - how wrong his once convinced assumption were.

I had convinced myself that he chose this school over any other simply to pretend, possibly forget, that he even had a daughter. He’d take this opportunity to fix what was left of his reputation back home. After-all, “𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳“ as my father liked to remind me.

The school was like something out of a fantasy book, with it's broken brick walls and long narrow corridors. It seemed to exude an air of respect - the colour black ran through its veins, ironically the colour of sin, from the carpets lining the floor, to the trophy cabinets that decorated its walls.

Everywhere you looked there was something mysterious and spine-tingling about it; almost as if you were surrounded in darkness despite being standing in full light. Every footstep echoed throughout this old building making for a seemingly never ending playing field for exploration.

The building loomed over the campus, two stories high and multi-winged with rows of windows looking out on a sprawling intercontinental view. Its walls were pale gray brick and its roofs vermillion slate, an unusual yet distinct combination that resonated grandeur in its tallest spires.

The entrance hall was wide enough for four people to pass without shoulders brushing; within were two connected wings built side by side – one pink granite the other white marble – signifying gender separation due to firm religious beliefs held by those inhabiting it's spaces. Deep down inside these walls resided 500 students following their separate schedules from breakfast through dinner.

Although they didn’t do a very good job at separating us considering we still had to pass one another in the halls on occasion in order to traverse other parts of campus.

The school was a large white structure set back from the road. The front driveway coiled around neatly trimmed trees, and garden beds decorated with vibrant flowers lined the entrance walkway like soldiers on parade. From afar, it looked like an ivory castle; up close it revealed its immensity- straight lines of classrooms flanked by geometric terraces of dormitories that seemed to stretch for miles in either direction.

Inside there was a large reception office staffed by friendly faces all too eager to please visitors, within it were walls covered in cabinets full of trophies earned from countless victories in sports and academics alike.

I had been transferred here a few months prior under the instruction to finish my senior year unless I want to stay here another year by failing, that was not going to happen.

But that still wouldn’t stop me from having my fix.

But it also meant I needed to find myself a tutor, and fast.

I ventured through a labyrinth of silent halls and corridors, each one a mirror to the last. Everywhere I went seemed to draw me further inwards; closer to an unknown destination that even the most experienced navigator would struggle with.

I trudged down the empty hallways of the school, my feet dragging somewhat as I made my way towards the study hall. A bright light shone out from an open doorway and when I looked up to see what it was that beckoned me closer, no less than an angelic figure stood before me.

His brown hair was thick and slightly wavy, with a tousled look, almost having a golden sheen to it from the sunlight streaming through the arched windows at one end of the hallway; His eyes were like two pools of melted chocolate, deep and rich. He smiled slightly as he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out except for a few notes from some unheard song playing.

From beneath the thin frame of his glasses, two round lenses like a pair of moons framed a pair of shining golden-brown eyes that reached out to capture the warm rays of their own miniature sun within themselves. They glinted with every motion he made, each sparkle or twinkle depicting an emotion he held so deeply and passionately in his heart.

His facial features were a mosaic of perfection. Dark brown curls cascading past his ears, framed by high-cut cheekbones and an angular jawline flecked with the faintest of stubble that I longed to run my finger across. His lips were thin and delicate, rosy in hue and slightly parted with a small mole just below adding an extra layer of charm — almost as if it was begging for a kiss. With every feature I beheld, my heartbeat quickened faster until I found myself unconsciously crossing one leg over the other in sudden need.

He was lean and toned, his muscles standing out subtly beneath the crisp fabric of his white button-up shirt. Although it did nothing to conceal his shape, the garment lent him a certain refinement that was offset by the sleek black slacks he'd chosen to wear. Completing this modern silhouette was a bag slung around his neck.

He was tall and well-groomed with a chiseled jawline that seemed to be carved from granite, his thick, dark hair was a wild tangle of curls, obscuring his vision and causing him to pause in frustration. He slowly raised a hand with pale blue veins running through it and swept aside the stubborn locks, revealing his gentle brown eyes that had been hidden by the mass of hair. As our gaze connected for an instant, I saw his cheeks flush crimson like flames dancing on kindling wood.

I knew who he was, how could I not?

Jeon Jungkook was one of the many tutors on campus, and his specialty lay in poetry and fiction. He read voraciously, soon turning to painting and ceramics as well. Wherever he went, he had a book tucked into his arm or peeping out of some bag on his back like an extra limb; when girls stopped him to ask for help with their own work, instead of putting down the novel or essay in his hand as most would have done - uncomfortable from being caught reading – Jungkook held onto it tightly as if afraid it might vanish if not clung to with enough force.

But that’s not what caught my interest, no.

He was the son of the Headmaster, he was off limits. He couldn’t be any more perfect if he tried.

Luckily for me, I was in need of a tutor and I wasn’t going to settle for just any tutor.

Thankfully we were allowed to have a tutor of any sex as long as there was a person of authority to watch over. Considering my target was the headmaster’s son, there was no need for a third person, he was trustworthy in the board’s eyes. A sinless being.

I just had to figure out how to approach him without scaring him off.

I followed Jungkook into the quiet study room, my mind spinning with plans. He continued on towards a back room, producing a small silver key from his pocket to unlock it before walking in alone. My footsteps were nearly silent against the aged hardwood floors as I made my way closer to where he had gone until an unexpected slam caught me off guard and sent my heart racing.

I took the opportunity to poke my head in, cautious but curious. My eyes landed on Jungkook, in his school uniform with his sleeves rolled up and revealing veiny arms. His hands raked through his locks frenetically as he leaned his elbows on his knees in front of a canvas screwed up tight with colors ranging from yellow to red, seemingly an old painting with how dry the paint was; it looked like a battle between light and dark was taking place much like the inner battle he was having. I felt mesmerized by the sight; it seemed even more beautiful because of Jungkook's fury evident upon his face while he crafted what appeared to be yet another masterpiece.

The room was of decent size, with a carpeted floor tucked under layers of dust sheets that served to protect it from any stains Jungkook might throw its way. A large black-framed window at the front travelled up towards the ceiling, creating a pitched skylight as if it were a centerpiece overlooking the back of the school. Along one wall ran an expansive shelf system - books and pottery pieces spilled out in this makeshift archive - while opposite leaned three easels for paintings and sketches he had been working on.

The room was alive with the glow of possibility. Canvases were propped against the walls haphazardly, their unfinished stories waiting to be completed. Paintbrushes and pencils spilled out of cups on an old desk tucked away in a corner, forming their own miniature rainbow beneath the soft light shining from a paper lamp nearby. All that remained now was for someone to take up those tools and paint something beautiful into existence.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, hands buried in his hair. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one hand while raising the other to sweep away fallen strands of brown hair from across his forehead. His eyes were a deep brown as he looked off into the distance, taking a moment to think, breathe.

He stood in front of the canvas and surveyed the palette, eyes narrowed and deep in thought. At last he reached forward with sure hands, taking a brush from its holder before selecting two tubes of paint. As I watched on as if transfixed by a spell, he put them together on his brush then blended them together into an orange-hued swirl which seemed alive to me - undulating between reds and yellows but never settling completely either hue. With slow purposeful strokes amplified by deliberation that seemed almost religious in devotion to creation, he slowly placed each drop onto the canvas where it lay shimmering like a living thing.

Until the stupid door creaked and his eyes met mine.

I didn’t let this falter me though and instead entered the room to admire my surroundings and him further, leaving my bag near the door.

"Y-Y...n," His deep voice caught me off guard, rumbling through my body with a feeling of admiration. How had he known my name? I suppose being the Principal's son had its benefits, although it was neither told nor asked for. Nonetheless, his choice of words and delivery sent a shiver down my spine - that made me want to hear him say it over and over again.

He sounded small, shy… nervous.

”I-Is there something I can help you with?” He set his paintbrush down and rose to meet me as I crossed the room towards his desk in the far corner of his makeshift studio.

I ran my fingers along the criss-crossed grains of weathered wood, tracing flowery patterns left by long forgotten layers of paint. My eyes drifted up slowly until they connected with his soft, comforting yet shy gaze through an almost tangible bond that seemed to echo throughout the room.

“Yes actually, you’re going to tutor me” I said without hesitation.

“I need help getting out of this shit hole” I now stood in front of him as I heard him suck in a breath.

“M-My help?” I nod my head in reply, “I’m failing my lectures and according to someone, you seem to be passing all of them. If I don’t pass by the end of the year, your father and mine are going to keep me here for another year and in no way is that happening.

Lightly I traced my fingers up his chest, exploring the contours of his form with delicate precision. As I reached the base of his neck, my fingertips met with a loose tie that had managed to escape its own confines and was now splayed across one side of our bodies.

Pausing for a moment as if in thought, I carefully straightened it before smoothing out any creases from within his shirt that had been left in strife by this foreign presence. As my hands brushed against his torso gently guiding itself along each thread as though reading braille, all the while I continued my explanation.

“And who better to teach me the ways of a long and sinless life than the headmaster's son” I finish, tilting my head to the side.

“I-I’m not sure-”

“Would there be no way of convincing you otherwise?” He switched his eyes back and forth between mine, his pink blush turning am even deeper red, if that was possible.

“I c-can’t tutor girls” His eyes flickered away from my gaze, and he shuffled a bit on the spot while he glanced up at me with sheepish eyes that betrayed both shyness mix of nervousness.

“And why’s that Jungkook? Do you get nervous?” I said with a twinkle in my eye and a teasing smile on my lips.

“G-god wouldn’t-” Before he could finish his sentence, I stepped forward and interjected with a graceful firmness. Stark stillness descended upon us and seemed to stretch on for an eternity as my hands slowly moved from their place on his tie until they rested firmly atop his chest. His gaze followed mine as we both watched the slow journey of him being guided gently backwards towards where he sat earlier.

“Let me guess, God wouldn’t approve hm? Is that what you were going to say?” Pushing him down to sit on the chair, I now stood over him which didn't last long as I soread my legs to straddle him, taking the time to get comfortable.

Jungkook, face now red with a surprised expression as if he had died and gone to heaven, placed his hands out as if he were caught red handed making sure to keep the remnants of wet paint away from us both - how thoughtful.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I continued, “How anout this, one lesson. I need to show my teachers and your father that i’m trying in my studies so i’m not a waste of their time and I currently need to pass at least one class. Considering you already have an easel and paint out, we can start here. If I get a B+ or higher we’ll continue our tutoring sessions but if I don’t we can stop. Sound fair?”

Still frozen in shock, all Jungkook could manage was a slight gulp as he repeatedly blinked in astonishment. Taking that as a yes, I turned around to face the easel, all prepped amd ready to use.

“So, where do we begin?”

I had always thought that watching someone go through the tedious task of setting up an easel and arranging paint palettes wouldn’t be that appealing. But then Jungkook came into the picture with his broad-shoulders and angular jaw, ready to begin his work, and my heart raced faster than any art class could.

His sensual movements displayed a kind of grace that made me painfully aware of how sex-deprived I was in comparison to him – here he was bringing beauty out of thin air, while all I wanted to do was to drag him to the floor and have my way with him.

His veiny hands, covered in now dry paint, as he set up an array of paint ready to use.

“What’s first?” I rose from his lap to rid myself of my clothing. With a single motion I removed my shirt and flung it on the pile of our discarded clothing.

The cool air rushed across my exposed skin as I removed my skirt. It joined its pile of clothing with a satisfactory thud. He paused, gazing on this new landscape as if memorizing every detail before reverting to his own state of semi-undress.

I had always thought that watching someone go through the tedious task of setting up an easel and arranging paint palettes wouldn’t be that appealing. But then Jungkook came into the picture with his broad-shoulders and angular jaw, ready to begin his work, and my heart raced faster than any art class could.

His sensual movements displayed a kind of grace that made me painfully aware of how sex-deprived I was in comparison to him – here he was bringing beauty out of thin air, while all I wanted to do was to drag him to the floor and have my way with him.

His veiny hands, covered in now dry paint, as he set up an array of paint ready to use.

“What’s first?” I rose from his lap to rid myself of my clothing. With a single motion I removed my shirt and flung it across the room, creating a pile of discarded clothing.

The cool air rushed across my exposed skin as I removed my skirt. It joined the pile with a satisfactory thud. He paused, gazing on this new landscape as if memorizing every detail before reverting to his own state of semi-undress.

“What's with that look? I don’t want my uniform to get dirty now do I?” I once again made myself comfortable on his lap between his spread legs as he clears his throat in shock.

I decided to paint a butterfly, something of purity. Jungkook tells me to start mixing the colours I need which he had set in front of me a few minutes before.

I began started with the outline, starting from the head and leading my way to the wings. Ten minutes passed by before I began seeing everything wrong with my so-called painting.

“I don’t think I’m doing this right” I could feel his stiff posture behind me, hesitating untik I felt his bare chest - shirt now unbuttoned to avoid any staining, displaying the silver cross necklace around his neck, slightly brushing against my back. “Can I - um - help… you?”

I nod and he lightly places his hands on top of my own just enough to guide me. He leads my hands across the canvas, leaving a hue of blues in it’s path.

Once the basics are done, Jungkook decides we were done for the day. Facing him, I push myself further onto his lap, “I-I’ll let you know when we can continue… this”

Jungkook trailed off when I pressed my hand against his chest, the still wet paint paint covering my hand left a print on his chest, marking him.

"Y’know, you’re really skilled with your hands” I trailed my eyes from the open shirt, exposing his lean chest up towards his eyes where they switched nervously between my own as I sloely lean in.

“Makes me want to put them to better use” I lift myself up slightly, causing his paint-coated hands fall to my ass.

Just as our lips were about to meet he backed up, “I-I’ve never… kissed anyone… before” if my heart was to fail me, it would be in this moment.

“B-But I want to kiss you Y/n, I want you to be my first kiss - I just don’t know… how” He professed, allowing a tint to coat his cheeks.

His eyes continued to switched between my own before taking their chance to catch sight of my lips.

I used my finger to lift his chin, leaning in closer to his lips to the point where I could feel the softness of them against my own and just about make out the lone mole beneath his bottom lip.

“Then kiss me Jungkook” I watched the nervousness take over his features. Doubt began to circle his eyes. “I’m not stopping you”

“I d-don’t know… I wouodn’t want to ruin it… can you - please” when he begins to fumble on his words I lean in, keeping my eyes on his perfect lips awaiting my kiss.

I run my finger over his bottom lip, Jungkook’s brown doe eyes turning a shade darker and the shin of the moonlight creeping in through the window was not hiding the look of want and need in our eyes.

“Can I do what Jungkook?” I pushed him further, enjoying the way he writhed underneath me.

“I want you to teach me how to kiss you properly, please Y/n” I couldn’t hold back any longer, not when any sight of purity in his eyes had disappeared, now replaced with want, need, sin.

I bring our lips together, I could already imagine the expression he held - eyebrows raised to the heavens, eyes blown wide and frozen in shock. What I didn’t expect was for Jungkook to suddenly give my ass a soft squeeze resulting in a hum to pass through from my lips to his.

My hands make their way across his back until I reach the back of his neck, leading to his hair and tugging his head back a little.

I took that moment to assess my work. Lips turned a nice, swollen red, eyes dazed and his mouth letting iut the softest of pants. Jungkook moves forward to reconnect our lips but frowns when I move back.

“Someone’s impatient hm?” I reached my arms back to loosen my bra, just enough to allow him a small glimpse of my nipple.

While doing so, I brought his dazed yet still shy smile to my lips, kissing both corners before continuing our kiss, taking the note of the soft moan extending from his throat.

My hands now explored his chest and iver his arms while my hips roll in a way that makes him pause the kiss to inhale sharply.

The cool wind blows upon us from the window, causing goosebumps to rise and my nipples to harden. This time I’m the one who’s caught off guard when I feel warm lips pressed to my chest, focusing themselves between the valley of my breats.

“You’ve gained confidence” I try to laugh a little to keep him at ease but it’s short lived when when he nips at my skin before adjusting his seating causing his bulge to to push against my aching clit.

Jungkook looks at my chest, and the trail of saliva and the fingerprints he’s leaving over my body as if he was taking a oicgure with his eyes.

Then he gets this look in his eyes as if he just had the grandest of ideas waiting to be revealed. His eyes flicked up to me, and it’s killing me how ready my body was for him.

“I-I have an art commission to submit in a week… for the university I want to attend and I need to submit something I find beautifully interesting and I - um - …I couldn’t think of anything until now… I’ve been putting it off until earlier …where I just slapped a few colours on a canvas…” he look down at our laps as if ready for my rejection.

“Are you saying you want to use my body to get you into college?” Jungkook furiously blushes at my blunt response.

“I won’t show your face and I’ll cover anything inappropriate. I’ll only photograph your body, nothing else I promise”

“I undersif you say no, it’s not something you hear someone ask you everyday, and I -”

“I’ll do it” I press my finger against his lips keeping my own to my finger, “but, I expect payment in return”

I could almost see his mind racing, trying out what I meant by - “payment?” I give him a wink as my own response but then he shifts again, his bulge still very much apparent.

“When do we start? I’m just a little too exited to have your hands all over me” if only he could understand the true meaning of my words.

Jungkook fumbles over his words a little bit before giving out a clear response.

“Would…would it be okay to start now… if that’s okay with you of course”

Slipping off Jungkook’s lap, I take the time to admire his ‘studio’ of sorts as he gathers the supplies needed for his submission. Paintings, what looked to be his, adorned the wall, books on other artists filled his shelves and an array of pottery pieces decorated the cabinets.

I turn to find him watching, smiling. “Don’t mind me, continue” I take an apple from a ceramic bowl I’m sure he made himself and take a bite, his eyes following every movement.

He gulped as he watched a trail of juice slowly glide it’s way down my chin, dropping to my chest.

“I-I’m ready… if you are” he finishes with a whisper without tearing his eyes away.

“Where do you want me?” This seed to snap him out of his daze, clearly having something else on his mind.

“Sorry?”

“Where do you want me positioned?” I clarified, setting down the apple. “O’oh - uhm - would over there be okay?”

Pointing to the only empty space in the room, he began setting up his camera with a clean dust sheet and a white wall as my backdrop. I made my way over, settling down on my knees with my hands placed in front - ready to be positioned any way he wanted.

Lifting up his camera and pointing it towards me, Jungkook visibly froze, taking me in. His eyes scanning over every inch of my body making me feel naked - maybe it would be better if I was.

Concluding this would be a better idea, I raised my right hand towards the strap of my bra and slowly pull it over my shoulder, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

"W-What are you doing?" I could practically see his heart ready to burst out of his chest like a comedy skit.

"I'm making it easier for you, wouldn't want the straps of my bra to be in shot now would we?" Jungkook made no move to capture any shots, just continuing to stare at my bra that was barely hanging on.

"Don't mind me, continue" I repeated the same words from earlier, "wouldn't want my photographer to get distracted" his eyes running over my cleavage as the blush begins to rise along his face.

Jungkook was still standing a fair distance away as I continued to tease him "Why are you so far away? surely you can't get any detailed shots from over there"

Stalking forward, he raised the camera level to his face as I heard the continuous shutter urging me on to proceed with my 'modelling'. My hands drifted from the tops of my thighs, across my stomach and leading towards my breasts, pushing them together as I stared straight into the lens of the camera, no doubt making contact with his own.

Continuing my many poses I leaned forward until I supported my weight on my hands and knees, my favourite position. Undoubtedly jungkooks too it looked like, with his tongue poking from between his lips and eyes trying not to linger for too long as to make me uncomfortable.

Crawling towards him as if he were my prey - no sudden movements as to startle him, I slipped my fingers between the loops of his school trousers, drawing him closer.

My hand wandered up towards the hand that helped support his camera, grasping his fingertip and letting it glide across the soft skin of my cheek, towards my lips where I placed a gentle kiss to the tip before letting them run down my neck, slower and slower down my chest, stopping at the valley between my breasts.

I guide his hand to push off the other strap of my bra before letting his hand grasp my breast. His mouth falling ajar, I close my eyes for a second, liking how his hand brings more warmth to my body.

"I bet she wonders what it would feel like if you touched her or how it would feel to please you herself, I bet she was thinking about it the entire time" I refer back to Adi from earlier.

Jungkook's eyes dart back to mine again, "but she'll never know, will she?" he shakes his head.

"And why's that?" I inclined

"B-Because I only want you to please me, Y/n" My eyes almost roll to the back of my head, his voice comes out deeper, sinned with lust.

I leaned up as far as I could on my knees to grasp Jungkook by the collar, his silver cross dangling in my face as if daring me to tarnish everything he'd ever known. Leading him by the collar and causing him to lean forward, I moved towards his ear, allowing his eyes to take in the rounds of my tits, "I know, I just wanted to hear you say it"

"Y/n... I want-" he cuts himself off as if the sinful words had burnt him, forbidding him from letting his desires take control.

"You want what Kookie? You have to say it" I slowly let my gaze wander down to the hard-on in his slacks, he had to be uncomfortable from the restrictions of his pants.

"Do you want me to touch you Kookie? Is that what you want? I need you to use your words or I won't know what it is you want" He visibly gulps, biting his lower lip as my hand only slowly creeps its way down from the collar of his shirt towards his aching dick before moving away back to his thigh.

"Y/n... please... can you touch me?" I almost moan just by the desperation in his voice, I begin to unbuckle his belt, running my hand over his bulge before taking him out of his slacks

Now standing straighter, Jungkook stood towering over me, the camera held in his hand lay limp by his side.

I sucked in a harsh breath, he was big. So fucking big and perfect.

I never believed in the saying that it was always the quiet ones but fuck was I a believer now. "I-Is this alright?" I just about managed to tear my eyes away and turning my gaze to him, almost like he wanted to hide himself away because I had been staring for far too long.

The sight of his pre-cum waiting at the tip of dick, teasing me.

"It's perfect, so damn perfect" Jungkook visibly relaxed a little but that didn't stop him from blushing harder.

"Why don't you start recording hm? that way you can capture more shots without having to focus, consider this as your payment" I instruct as I use my index finger to run up the base of his dick, Jungkook letting his mouth fall open with a nod.

Slowly and with a small shake of his hand, he lifted the camera in time to capture me squeeze the head of his dick, making him release a moan that could make anyone wet or pass out.

Using one hand I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor while the other kept a hold on his dick. I pushed out my chest, causing his entire face to go red.

"Do you fantasise about them? How soft they would feel in your hand, massaging them? Or having them wrapped around your cock while I look at you with such innocent eyes until you cum?" stroking him with an occasional twist of my hand.

"Or how good they'd look in your mouth?" I wanted... no, needed to touch myself but this was about him, my little kookie.

"Oh my..." I watched his chest heave up and down, my nipples pushed out even more.

"I bet you would love to feel my lips around you, sucking and letting my tongue tease over your tip. The feeling of wanting to cum over my tits or deep down my throat, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you" He quickly nods his head and I don't think he's realised he's admitted to it.

"You're so hard Jungkook, you're being so good for me right now" his hips bucked up, his muscles bulging under the sleeves of his shirt allowing me to make a mental note that he liked to be praised.

"Y/n... I'm - I - I... oh please keep going" His words became a complete mess as he grew closer, he throbbed in my hand. I wasn't planning on stopping.

"Cum for me Kookie, let me make you feel good" I sped up the pace of my hand, making sure to run my thumb over the tip before using his pre-cum as lubricant to squeeze the base of him.

Jungkook went to bite down on his lip but I tapped his thigh making him stop his actions. "I want to hear you, cum in my hand" he never looked away, even when I thought he would, he didn't.

With each twist of my hand, I knew only one thing would set him off completely.

Almost as if he knew something was coming, my eyes shined with a devious glint.

I places a short kiss to the tip of him setting him off, making him squeeze his hands into fists causing his veins to pop. I placed another one on the base of his dick, the second kiss making him lean his head back and his shoulders sag as his thighs tense on either side of me.

I was pressing my thighs together almost painfully to where my knees dug into the wooden floor watching him unravel in my hand.

His brown hair was now wet due to sweat, sticking to his forehead and glasses slipping from their original position. Sweat droplets running down his panting chest I so desperately wanted to lick.

When he calmed down, he said nothing. I got up from the floor and grabbed the camera he had still been holding and placed it on a side table, continuing the recording.

We weren't finished yet, far from it.

I made my way back to Jungkook and took a hold of his hands, leading him to step out of his now fallen pants and over to where I was originally posed but this time, I had him on his knees.

My pretty boy.

Placing my hands on his head, combing through his damp strands with his head tilted back and eyes blissfully closed, I let them wander down to his neck and over his shoulders. Sinking to my knees to gain more access with my hands I continued my wandering across his chest, feeling it constantly begin to lift and fall.

I continued my travels down over his abs that I dream of kissing my way down to scratch with my nails as I ride him until we both cum.

I lick my lips and admire the sight in front of me, my little Kookie in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt. I rub over his dick, giving him an occasional squeeze as I kiss the spot below his ear.

"Did you like it when I did this?" I squeeze him one more time and he responds by releasing a small whimper, urging me to continue my assault.

Releasing the grip I had, I placed my hands on his chest once again, gently pushing him to lay on his back, letting me straddle him as he finally cracks open his eyes to stare at me with those big doe eyes of his.

He watched me carefully and let his body relax when I brushed his tip with my thumb. My hand hardly fit around him going down the base.

can already tell by the way he's looking at me more than anything else that he's nervous.

"Shouldn't I... uhm. I read that I could make you feel good if I..." He dropped his eyes between my thighs and fully blushed.

I covered his lips with my own, my bare chest meeting his. When I pull away he's blushing even more, his eyes can't seem to figure where to focus.

"Just let me take care of you, okay?" He responds with a shy nod, I bite my lip at all the ideas I had planned for the future.

It may not be my first time but it is his and the last thing I want is to overwhelm him knowing that he's trusting me to be his first time.

So I start slow, leaving painfully sow kisses from his sharp jaw, making a trail down to his neck. The spot where his pulse lies is beating against my lips, telling me he's not only nervous but that he wants it as much as I do.

I push myself lower, kissing down his chest until I get to his unbelievably and perfectly cut abs which rise at the rhythm of his chest.

He licks his lips and it makes me want to kiss them and bite on them like I know he loves and turn them red until we're breathing like maniacs.

I graze my fingertips up the sides of his shaft, Jungkook's body tensing and calming down as my lips come in contact with him, I kiss from the tip all the way down as if I was making sure he never forgets the print of my lips on him.

My lips finally part around his cock, I arch my back so he can see the curve of my ass and the two dimples staring back at him.

My left hand works the middle section of cock while my tongue swirls around his head. I hollow out my cheeks, bringing out my cheekbones more, and to hear the "mmphs" coming from him as keeps a hand through his hair, tugging on it slightly.

I twist my hand up and down on him, liking how he unravels simply by my hand and mouth. I continue to pump him while flicking my tongue over his tip which makes him let out a deep breath.

My lips are probably glossed by now and my hair must be absolutely everywhere. His hand reaches out and pushes the hair that's fallen over my shoulder back to get a better view of my face.

"I-I like watching... you" It's hard for me to keep myself going, I could never have imagined Jungkook ever saying things like that.

When I remove him from my mouth, I can tell he was close but I didn't want him to cum just yet.

"We're not done yet" Jungkook continued to pant while I reached over into my bag I had left by the door and dug through to find a condom, followed by the loss of my underwear.

Jungkook sat up straighter, both of our eyes were glued to each other as I rolled the condom onto him, I slowly crawled myself to his side.

"If it becomes too much just tap my thigh twice and I'll stop" I remind him and I swing my other leg on the other side of his thigh.

I guide him between my clit, coating the condom with my wetness. Making sure I kept eye contact with him before pressing the head at my entrance and slowly sinking down. When I feel half of him inside me, we break eye contact and my mind turns off.

Fuck.

The room was silent other than the sound of both our moans being mixed together.

It felt like I was a virgin all over again, I had to let myself adjust to his size, I knew it wasn't going to be easy to fit him inside of me and fuck was he big.

Looking back at Jungkook, he had his head tilted back on the floor, his Adam's Apple bobbed and his neck covered in a sheet of sweat. I burned the image into my head.

If I could take a picture of this I would, but I guess the video would have to suffice I thought as I turned my head and stared straight at the camera, giving a little wink.

Turning my attention back to Jungkook, "Are you okay?" I managed to control myself for his well-being. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Y - You... t - this... I can't even think straight" He pants. "I still want this... with you" Everytime he opened his mouth I felt myself pulsing around him, causing whimpers to slip from his tongue.

I feel the vibrations of chest when I begin to move, he grunts with need, and my body jerks.

"Please keep g-going" He begged, his hands on my hips, and my hips began to move down on top of him, my chest was close to his face while his eyes were solely focused on me.

My hips rock themselves on their own accord, I focus on the way his body reacts, how his eyes try to flutter close but he won't let them.

"I like it when y - you do that" Jungkook leans his head back once more but I grab his jaw and direct his head back to me.

"Tell me what you like, tell me everything you like that I do that makes you feel good" I slowly rolled my hips in the same action and his mouth falls open and that damned groan that could make anyone incredibly horny just from hearing it caused me to do it again.

"T - That, when you go slow like that... I like that a lot" I repeat the action and this time I lift myself and drop on him causing soft whimpers to leave him before he can catch them.

"A - And when you... when you kiss me while you bounce like... Y/n don't stop" Our lips colliding and my lower half continues to connect down onto his.

He closes his eyes when I continue to lift and drop back down in repeated actions and pause to roll my hips down but I tap his cheek.

"Look at me Kookie, don't you think I look pretty when I ride you?" i bite my lip with a smile, knowing it's hard for him to get any clear form of a sentence out.

His eyes are half-lidded like he can't keep his eyes open. He pushes his hair out of his face and kept his eyes locked with mine.

"Mhm, I - I think you look... Y/n you're going to have to stop if you want me to answer you... I can't talk when you feel like this or when you move like that" This only caused me to speed up my pace, my hips rolling in a way which makes his nails pinch into my skin.

I feel myself clenching around him, I would be a fucking liar if I said I didn't feel so good right now.

Every time I feel his cock leave and enter me, my mind can't seem to think of anything else other than driving us both to finish.

I place my hands on his shoulders and this time it's my head being thrown back as I ride him faster and faster, I feel my body let go and enjoy the pleasure and it feels as if I had finally got my fix of a drug as If I was having withdrawals.

His hair was sticking to his forehead and his brown eyes were studying me. They were watching every facial expression I made when I felt him his deeper inside of me each time I dropped down onto him. They study how my body reacts when his hands meet my skin and how my nipples ache to feel his tongue.

He reads me like a book, leaning forward I feel the warmth of his tongue on one of my nipples and my other being rolled between his index and middle finger.

"Fuck how did you..." He manages to get me to say as I roll this time and feel my entire body heat and melt.

I remember how I also read that women gain pleasure from this kind of stimulation... and I like the sounds you make when I do it, do you like it?" Did he not hear me? Or did he just like being told how skilled his tongue was becoming by the minute?

He stares up at me while he continues to swirl his tongue around the bud and squeezes at my other boob, my pussy wraps around him like a vice making him release a string of moans around my nipple and it sends waves of pleasure through my body.

"Shit..." I grind my hips into him at a rhythm that makes him stop and drop his head between my breasts.

His hands instinctively fly to my waist, guiding me at the same pace my hips move. I lift his head by gently grabbing his hair.

"Let me see how good I feel, don't look away from me" I watch the pleasure write itself across his face, his eyes say it all and his moans only encourage me further, he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

My hips buck and he lifts his own to match mine which causes me to grip around him. I felt like cumming on the spot when I felt the warmth oh his tongue on my neck.

Jeon Jungkook was giving me hickies, from my neck to the top of my breasts while he whimpered against my skin as if he couldn't help it.

"Y - You just feel too good... so good" His eyes are slipping closed again but he doesn't let them, his nails dig into my hips and the sting feels so good, my own nails scratch down his chest and abs as I've been wanting to do from the start.

My hands slide up his body to hold onto his muscles and my hips buck faster into his.

Jungkook's breathing was ragged, all over the place, my body was set on eagerness, and I arched my back into into his body. Jungkook wrapped his arms around my waist tighter and brought me closer, I rose my head to face the ceiling, sounds left me almost pathetically.

"I - If you keep moving your hips like that, you're going to make me cum" His jaw tightened, I slid my hand through his brown hair and pulled his head back.

"That's what I want, I want you to cum for me Jungkook" His hips tense below me when his cock throbs inside me, and his face flushes deeply.

Not only was he close but so was I, all I could focus on in that moment was the that stupid cross necklace as if shaking its head at me in disappointment.

"Y/n..." I made sure to watch how he moaned my name and how he squeezed my hips tightly while his hips bucked as I kept going.

He twitched inside of me, no doubt filling the condom and mouth dropped open as I could feel every drop he let out. It caused my body to writhe against his, shuddering while I moaned his name as if it was the only word in my vocabulary.

I dropped my head against him, our bodies felt stuck together, combining into one like they didn't want to be apart from the other.

It took us two minutes to calm down, my chest was heaving against his and my throat felt sore from all the moaning as well as the nice sting from the marks he left on my neck and hips.

Lifting my head to look at his face I wiped the corners of his eyes with my thumbs, ridding the post-sex tears that threatened to fall.

Once he eventually opened his eyes, I took the liberty of checking over him, making sure he was okay.

Once I concluded he was, my attention was brought back to the chain around his neck.

a symbol of innocence, faith, purity.

Combing back his damp hair, I leaned towards his ear, "Think of me when you try and pray your sins away tonight"

Let’s hope his father never comes across this video.

thank you @mikrokosmosjk for waiting so patiently >.<

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