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𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟺 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟹 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟻

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟺 : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝

Donghyuck races to the rooftop where he is certain you will be. When he breaks through the doors, he freezes at what he sees.

He runs over, pulling your arm, disrupting your current make-out session with a man that Donghyuck doesn’t recognize.

“What the hell are you doing?” he yells.

You stand there, shocked by his presence, rubbing your head before speaking.

“What the fuck,” you finally end up muttering in response.

Donghyuck looks at the other man and orders, “leave…I need to talk to her.”

The man ignores his demands and continues to watch on.

“Why the hell don’t you answer your phone?” Donghyuck snaps before looking back at the other man. “I said LEAVE! Get the fuck out of here.”

The man looks at you, shaking his head, sighing heavily before exiting the rooftop, leaving you alone with Donghyuck.

“Do you have any idea how many people were worried about you?” Donghyuck stresses.

“Worried about me?” you repeat, briefly rubbing your head. “It’s none of your damn business. Aren’t you just happy to see me like this? Isn’t this what you fucking wanted?”

Donghyuck looks around, angry at himself for being in this situation. “For your information, I never wanted you to get heartbroken. I only wanted you to move on from Jisung so you would be able to find someone that could make you happy and love you back.”

You stare at him for a few moments, surprised by the words that are coming out of his mouth. Although, you aren't sure how to process them, they honestly make you even more confused.

“I don’t know why I want that for you, I really don’t,” Donghyuck confesses. 

“You’re just such an amazing guy,” you snap, with more sarcasm in your voice than you intend. “You want me to be happy? I’d be a fucking idiot to believe bullshit like that. You just don’t want something to happen to me because you don’t want Jisung to feel guilty. YOU NEVER ACTUALLY WORRIED ABOUT ME! You’re just…”

Donghyuck watches as you are having your breakdown. Without thinking he grabs your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He leans in, pressing his lips against yours.

He quickly pulls away, “Why?” he yells. “I have gone further with you than I have with Yeji.” He grabs your head, pulling you in and firmly pressing his lips against yours again.

You instinctively kiss him back for a few seconds before pushing him away.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you yell, wiping your mouth with your arm. “I HATE YOU!”

You say those words with such passion and rage that there is no denying how serious you are. You turn and storm off of the roof leaving Donghyuck behind, regretting his life choices alone.

The next few days you run through the movements robotically. It feels as though you were seeing Karina and Jisung everywhere and it drives you nuts. You still don’t want them to be together but you know that you have no chance anymore. You have to accept the situation as it is, no matter how hard it is going to be.

You see Karina alone in the library. She is never alone anymore, she always has jisung by her side. You think that this will be your only chance. You walk over to her, seething with jealousy and rage.

Karina turns around pausing when she sees you standing behind her. “Jisung isn’t here,” she sighs.

“Here,” you say, handing a bag to her. “This is his birthday gift. Can you give it to him?”

“Why are you giving it to me?” she asks.

“Because you two are official now. I’m done meddling between the two of you,” you explain. You don’t want to admit your defeat but you knew it was the right thing to do.

Karina smiles, widely, “Really, Y/N?”

“Yea,” you nod, looking down at the ground not wanting to make eye contact out of pure shame.

“You really moved on this quickly?” she questions.

“Not yet but I’m going to try,” you sigh, turning to walk away. You can’t continue the pleasantries any longer and you don’t want to slip up and say something nasty.

As you are walking away you notice Jisung walking towards his girlfriend out of the corner of your eye, but you force yourself to not look.

“What’s that?” Jisung asks, pointing to the bag that you gave Karina.

“It's the last gift from your number one fan,” she smiles, handing him the plastic bag, unaware of the contents inside.

Jisung removes the Iron Man figurine from the plastic bag, staring at it for a few moments before smiling at Karina and walking to go back to where his friends are sitting. He places the figurine on the table before sitting back down.

“What’s with Iron Man?” Jaemin asks.

“It’s my birthday gift,” Jisung announces, forcing Donghyuck to look up from the book he is currently reading. He peeks up then looks back at his book but instantly focuses back on the box in front of his friend. A look of disgust on his face.

Mark turns around, “I have the sudden urge to boo you,” he announces.

“Ready?” Chenle eggs on.

“Hit it,” Jaemin continues, pretending to shift a car into gear with one hand and pretending the other is on the steering wheel.

“Boooooooo,” Mark laughs at his friends.

“What’s wrong with you?” Chenle asks, looking at Jisung.

“Stop fooling around,” Jeno interrupts, trying to be the mature one.

“I’m sorry,” Mark sighs while bowing his head, politely.

“Jisung, did your hot doctor give you that?” Chenle asks, bluntly.

“No, it’s not from Karina,” Jisung states.

“Then from who?” Mark wonders.

“You just got your big present from your sexy doctor yesterday,” Jeno interjects with a huge smile on his face.

“But, is she enough for you, Jisung?” Chenle teases.

Donghyuck slams his book on the table before storming out of the library.

“Hyuck,” everyone says before he is out of sight.

“What the hell's wrong with him?” Mark snaps.

Jisung watches his best friend leave without saying a word but this isn’t a normal reaction for the Donghyuck he knows and loves.

At the pool, you are stretching on the side before getting into the water. You have your normal routine before you start swimming and stretching was the last step.

You feel a large hand grab your arm, forcefully spinning you around.

“You lied to me,” Donghyuck hisses.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you ask, confused.

He looks around before speaking to make sure you two are alone. Deciding that the surroundings aren’t safe, he pulls you into the locker room to guarantee more privacy.

Although once inside, Donghyuck still doesn’t let go of your arm, which he is squeezing quite tightly.

“You’re hurting me,” you announce looking down at your arm.

“You said you would stop bothering my friend,” Donghyuck says, squeezing your arm even harder. “So why the hell did you give him that iron man? Huh?”

“You’re really hurting me,” you whine, finally getting his attention of what he was doing and it forces him to release his grip.

“I didn’t give it to him. I gave it to Karina to pass along to her boyfriend,” you explain while rubbing the arm that he was squeezing. “Plus I told her that I would stop meddling.”

“I just…” Donghyuck stops, searching for the correct words to use. “Worried…that you’d get hurt again.”

You stare into Donghyuck’s eyes for a few seconds before looking down at the arm that he squeezed. “Is this what people do when they’re worried?” you ask. “You yelled at me the minute you got here AND you didn’t even say you’re sorry for hurting me.”

You turn to walk out of the locker room, wanting to make a dramatic exit.

“SORRY,” Donghyuck yells, forcing you to stop walking and back up towards the boy.

“What did you say?” you ask. You knew what he said but you just wanted to hear him say it again.

“You heard me,” he sighs, not wanting to repeat it.

“I don’t think I did,” you insist.

Donghyuck thinks for a second, staring into your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You look at him with a little smirk on your face, “I’m still not hearing you.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, in a meak tone.

“What was that?” you ask again, teasingly.

Donghyuck grabs the back of your head and pulls you close to him so he could whisper in your ear, “I am sorry.” He releases you and you pull away annoyed that he touched you again. “Are you happy?” 

You refuse to answer with words, you only smile which makes Donghyuck relieved, knowing what you are implying without using your words.

“Now that you have your answer,” you state. “I need to know something.”

“What?” he asks.

“About last night…”

Donghyuck is concerned about what you were going to ask, only because he isn’t sure if he is ready to be honest. Honest with himself more than anything. But before you have time to ask your question, Karina walks inside the locker room, eyeing the both of you up.

“Nevermind,” you sigh, exiting the locker room while you have the chance.

Donghyuck watches as you storm off, resisting the urge to chase after you.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟻 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟜 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟞

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟻 : 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎

Once the evening hits, Donghyuck goes over to Yeji’s dorm, like he does most nights. It’s easier to sleep at her place when he has classes the next day since her dorm was so close to the university.

He walks inside and Yeji is sitting at her desk, working on a report.

“You’re back early,” she says, smiling widely. 

“I’m hungry, let’s go get something to eat,” donghyuck announces while he takes his shoes off and walks over to where she is sitting.

“But I’m tired of the restaurants around here, Hyuckie,” Yeji whines, pouting trying to get her way. “Where else can we go though?”

Donghyuck doesn’t respond, he stares at his feet as he continues to walk towards her, obviously deep in thought.

“Hyuck,” Yeji says, not getting a reaction from him. “DONGHYUCK!” she says, raising her voice to make sure it  snaps him out of the trance.

Donghyuck looks up, surprised.

“Are you listening to me?” she asks.

“Of course I am,” he says, smiling as he starts to take his bag off of his shoulder.

“No you’re not,” Yeji argues, annoyed. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing baby. I’m just tired,” Donghyuck says, shaking his head. “You said you’re hungry?”

Yeji nods her head eagerly.

“Well let’s go get something to eat then,” he suggests.

She nods, getting up and following him outside of her dorm. They walk side by side to a local restaurant a block away from the dorm building. They get their food and walk around looking for an empty table.

“Where do you want to sit baby?” Donghyuck asks.

She scans the room, smiling when she notices you sitting alone at a table in the back of the restaurant. 

“Oooh it’s Y/N,” Yeji announces, excited. She runs over to your table, “hey Y/N. Are you alone?”

You’re in the process of putting a spoonful of food into your mouth when she interrupts your peaceful dinner. You look up, surprised, first at her then at him who is closely behind.

“Yea,” you say hesitantly.

“We can sit somewhere else,” Donghyuck suggests. “I think we might make her uncomfortable.” He starts to walk away to find a different table for them to eat at. Since he’s the one who is uncomfortable, you didn’t want to give him an easy out. 

“It's ok,” you say, causing Donghyuck to freeze in his tracks, turning to look at you. “You can sit with me.”

“See,” Yeji smiles at her boyfriend. “She’s so nice, unlike you.”

She sits down, leaving the seat across from you for Donghyuck to sit. You can’t seem to take your eyes off of him while he hesitantly sits down. 

“Thanks again,” Yeji says and you force a smile in return. “Why are you eating alone? Aren’t you seeing anyone?”

“I’m currently looking around,” you explain.

“Really?” Yeji questions. “It mustn’t be that hard, looking like you. Let me help you. I know a lot of guys that would be into you, Y/N.” She reaches into her bag, pulling out her phone, “let me take a picture of you. One Two Three.” You smile widely as she clicks the picture.

Donghyuck looks at his girlfriend, “Is that a new phone?” he asks. 

“Um yea,” Yeji nods as the smile dissipates from her face. “My old one broke. Didn’t I tell you about that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you mentioned it before,” Donghyuck sighs. 

Yeji happily scrolls through her phone while you and Donghyuck eat.

“Oooh,” Yeji exclaimes. “I just remembered that Yuna is stopping by my place to get the report I’ve been working on.”

“Uh huh,” he grunts.

“She’s at my place now,” she announces, picking up her bag. “Do you mind if I go back to my dorm? You can stay here and finish eating though.”

“I guess,” he sighs. “But I thought you were hungry, I can box your food up and bring it back to your room.”

“No you don’t have to,” Yeji states. “You can just eat my food and Y/N if you want any of it, help yourself.” She pushes the plate towards him, smiling, “I’ll see you later.”

Yeji runs off before he has time to respond. You’re silently judging their interaction. You can tell there was something off about everything that just happened but it’s not your place to say anything.

Donghyuck stares at you for a few seconds before speaking, “I’m sorry,” he states.

“What for?” you ask.

“Well…” 

“Stop acting like I’m your secret lover,” you snap. “We are nothing.”

“You’re right,” he slowly nods his head. “We’re nothing and yet we did what we did.”

You bite your lip out of frustration. “We were both drunk that night.  But, I’m sober now and you should be too. So clearly it will never happen again,” you snap.

You wait a moment for a response but after getting nothing, you stand, walking away from the table, leaving Donghyuck sitting alone.

💓🌸the next day🌸💓

 Donghyuck sits in a classroom with his friends, studying together. He starts to zone out, not paying attention to the conversation his friends are currently engaging in.  Jaemin notices the lack of attentiveness so he reaches out smacking the back of his friend’s head. 

“What the hell was that for?” Donghyuck whines.

“You should be paying attention to your friends, Hyuck,” Jaemin smirks.

“We’re talking about how Y/N really hasn't bothered Jisung much lately,” Soojin explains.

“That’s because he proclaimed his love for the sexy doctor, publicly,” Chenle chimes in.

“The last time I saw her she looked so bu bu bu bum,” Mark sings.

“I feel bad for her,” Jaemin announces. “Maybe I should take Y/N out and help her move on.”

“Are you for real?” Mark asks with judgment all over his face.

“Is she even your type, Jaemin?” Chenle wonders.

“What’s wrong with it? She’s really cute,” Jaemin confesses.

Jisung walks into the room, sitting down in between Jaemin and Donghyuck.

“Let’s go out for a little tonight,” Donghyuck interrupts, attempting to change the topic. “I’ll tell Jeno too.”

“What happened?” Jisung asks, placing his hand on Donghyuck’s shoulder. “You said that you need to be home early.”

“Come on,” Donghyuck whines. “Just go when I ask.

“When my lovely friend invites me,” Soojin smiles. “I can’t skip the opportunity.”

🌸💓Later that night🌸💓

The group of friends clink their glasses, cheering out in unison before chugging their first set of drinks.

Donghyuck takes a few sips then sets his glass on the table in front of him, “It’s too strong,” he grunts.

Soojin notices his strange behavior, observing him from across the table.

“Hyuck,” she says, “Is there something wrong with you? Did you and Yeji have a fight?”

“There’s nothing wrong,” he denies.

“I don’t believe you, your face is telling a different story,” Soojin argues.

“Hey is that Y/N?” Jaemin asks excitedly, looking in the direction of the door.

“What?” Donghyuck asks.

“Yea that’s Y/N and her friends,” Jaemin smiles, pointing to where you are standing. “Over there.”

Donghyuck smiles when he sees you, but instantly forces the smile away hoping no one notices.

“Soojin, go ask your little sorority sister and her friends to come sit with us,” Jaemin orders with a smirk on his face.

She smiles before calling out to you, “HEY Y/N!!!!”

You turn and wave, smiling when you realize she is calling you over. Your friends follow you to their table.

“Sit with us,” Soojin orders.

You frown when you see Donghyuck sitting at their table. “No, we don’t want to bother you guys.”

“It’s rude to reject uperclassmen’s invitations,” Soojin states, trying anything to get you to sit down.

“Come on, Y/N,” YangYang smiles, “let’s just sit with them.”

“Ok,” you sigh, sitting down in the seat next to Soojin.

Jaemin signals to the waitress, who quickly brings you and your friends a round of drinks. 

“Come on guys, let's cheer,” Jeno orders.

Everyone raises their glasses, clinking them together before chugging them.

“Ok, let’s play a game,” Jeno suggests, pulling out a deck of cards from his pocket.

“Ooooh I know a game,” Soojin announces, snatching the deck of cards. “It’s called the King's game.” She shuffles the deck and passes everyone a card. “Now who got the King card?” 

“Me,” Jeno says, raising his hand.

“You can order whoever to do whatever,” she explains.

Jeno looks around at everyone at the table, finally pointing at Doyoung. “Chug your drink,” he orders.

Doyoung picks his glass up, and chugs the rest of the beer left inside his glass, slamming the now empty glass back down onto the table.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Kun states, smiling at his friend.

Soojin passes out another round of cards.

“Wow, I got a good card,” Chenle boasts, sitting back in his chair.  Everyone picks their cards up, to look to examine their cards.

“YES,” Soojin exclaims. “I get to be the King this round.”

“Awww you’re gonna ask for some sick shit,” Jaemin whines.

“I’m not like that,” she denies with a telling smile on her face. “Ok, I’m going to pick number ten.”

Everyone looks around at each other, “who has number ten?” Mark asks.

You raise your hand, “I do.”

“Ok great,” Soojin smiles, looking at Jaemin trying to guess his card. “I will order number ten to look in the eyes of…um…number eight.”

“Damn it,” Jaemin scoffs, throwing his card down onto the table. “I’m three.”

“Awww I got it wrong,” Soojin sulks. She lightly taps her hands on the table, impatiently. “Ok who’s number eight?”

Donghyuck lays his card face up onto the table, exposing he’s the owner of the eight card. “Me,” he sighs.

“Donghyuck is eight,” YangYang laughs, elbowing you in the side.

“It’s just a staring contest,” Soojin expresses. “And the loser has to finish one drink. Are you both ready? One. Two. Three.”

You lean forward in your chair, gazing into Donghyuck’s eyes. Donghyuck grows increasingly uncomfortable but he doesn't understand why. He thinks your eyes are beautiful so he should want to look into them. Although, memories that the two of you shared keep popping in and out of his mind.

“We were both drunk that night. It will never happen again.” he remembers you saying at the cafe.

“I hate you,” he envisions you yelling at him when he found you on the rooftop.

Donghyuck blinks his eyes out of discomfort, quickly looking away.

“Holy shit, Hyuck just lost,” Mark gasps.

“He lost to a girl,” Chenle laughs.

“That’s because Y/N is amazing,” Kun boasts, proudly.

Jaemin nudges Donghyuck’s arm, “you’re so lame,” he laughs.

“Drink,” Soojin orders. “The loser has to drink.”

“Oh yea,” Donghyuck nods, picking up his glass and downing the rest of his beer.

The night goes on, playing a few more rounds until everyone is ready to leave. You follow the crew outside, your friends are too drunk to drive so they get rides with some of the older students.

You are walking towards your car, in between Jaemin and Donghyuck, fully aware that you probably shouldn’t drive yourself home either.

“So how are you getting home, Y/N?” Jaemin asks, you shrug in response. “Want a ride?”

“She lives in the same building that I’m going to, I can just take her,” Donghyuck states.

“But you drive so fast,” Jaemin argues. “Come with me, it’ll be more comfortable.”

You look at Donghyuck then back at Jaemin, unsure who to choose. A part of you really wants to accept the ride from Donghyuck but you fight that urge back. 

“I’ll go with you, Jaemin,” you smile.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Jaemin nods, proudly. He places his hand on your back, guiding you in the direction of his car. “Drive carefully man,” he smiles at his friend.

Jaemin walks ahead, leading you to his car. You stop walking, wanting to turn to look back at Donghyuck but stopping yourself. You were afraid that if you would look at him, you would change your mind and go with him. You shake your head, more so in disappointment in yourself than anything else, and continue to walk over to Jaemin’s car. Donghyuck watches on wanting to beg you to not go but not allowing himself to be weak or vulnerable in front of you again.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 - 𝔠𝔥.2 - 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦-𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2 : 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔢

𝔠𝔥.1 🌕 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱 🌕 𝔠𝔥.3

“I feel a great power,” Taehyun said, walking into the sanctuary.

“A great power?” Kai asked, not looking away from the tarantula that he was holding.

“We need to find where this power is coming from,” Taehyun declared.

“I’m busy,” Soobin growled, looking at his hand smiling as a flame ignited in his palm.

“This is serious,” Taeyhyun snapped. “This level of power is something we cannot ignore.”

Yeonjun stood up, walking towards the door with a smile on his face, “I think I’d like to tame the power,” he laughed, turning back around to make sure the others were following.

“Fuck that,” Beomgyu huffed, sending a book across the room, hitting Kai in the head.

“What was that for?” Kai whined rubbing his head with the hand that wasn’t holding the tarantula.

“I hate your face,” Beomgyu sighed.

Soobin smirked, “do it again.”

Yeonjun nodded and picked up a book, throwing it as hard as he could at Kai. 

Kai managed to duck out of the way of the book, smiling with a creepy look on his face. “Alright Clio, it’s time…”

“Knock it the hell off,” Taeyhyun yelled, standing up. “A power like this could bring the end to all of us and you guys are just fooling around.”

“Sorry dad,” Soobin growled, rolling his eyes.

Taehyun took a deep breath, attempting to calm his nerves. “We’re all going to go and investigate and I don’t want to hear any more bitching about it.”

All the boys groaned but ultimately followed their leader out of the sanctuary.

Eric disappeared out of the library leaving a mass of confusion behind, passing Taehyun as he made his exit.

“What just happened?” Jake asked.

Everyone turned to look at Y/N. “What are you?” Jungwon asked.

Y/N grabbed her neck, then looked at her hand seeing blood, tears started to well up in her eyes. 

“She’s human,” Taehyun interjected.

“No,” Jake argued. “Her blood seemed to burn Eric when he tried to feed on her.”

“I’m telling you,” Taehyun started. “There’s nothing special about her.”

Kai walked over to Y/N, staring with a creepy smile on his face. He lightly petted her shoulder as he lifted his hand up to her face. When he opened his hand, his tarantula crawled down his arm and stopped in his hand.

“OH MY GOD,” Y/N screamed, attempting to back away from the spider.

“Say hello to Clio,” Kai smirked, “she would like to be friends…”

“Um um um,” Y/N started to panic. “I don’t like spiders.”

“That’s funny,” Kai smiled, “because spiders don’t like you either.”

He lifted his hand, tossing the spider in her direction. Y/N started flailing her arms around, attempting to get the spider off of her, not knowing if it actually landed on her body.

In the midst of panic she felt two hands grab her shoulders, forcing her to stop the flailing. Y/N looked up and saw Yeonjun staring into her eyes, without saying anything. He stared, emotionless, slowly moving closer to her face.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked.

“Shut up,” Soobin barked from across the room, smiling at his hand that had a small flame in it. 

Y/N attempted to pull away but was forced to stay. She felt like something was holding her there from behind, almost as though there were hands on her back forcing her not to move. She could hear breathing coming from behind her but wasn’t able to turn to see who was there. Yeonjun  continued to stare without saying a word for what felt like an eternity before releasing her shoulders. He turned to look at Taehyun and shrugged with a confused look on his face.

After Yeonjun released her shoulders, Y/N still wasn’t able to move. She searched the room with her eyes, praying for assistance but knowing no help was coming. Beomgyu let out a long sigh, as he walked by her. “She’s useless,” he snarled.

Y/N turned to look at where the voice was coming from, surprised she was now able to move. “What did you just do to me?” she asked.

“She’s pretty fucking stupid,” Beomgyu said letting out a deep chuckle. “I’m bored with this.”

“Me too,” Yeonjun smiled, following Beomgyu out of the room.

Y/N turned to look for Ryujin, seeing that her ‘friend’ was too preoccupied to be bothered. Ryujin was now sitting on the floor next to the chair where Jay was seated. She was inching closer to him as he tried to ignore her existence. Ryujin suddenly turned, facing him, placing her hands onto his knees, kneeling before him. 

“Come on baby,” Ryujin smiled. “Kiss me.”

“Go away, Ryujin,” Jay snarled. “I’m not in the mood for you today.”

“I can’t help myself,” she whispered. “You’re just too perfect and I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Jay took a deep breath out of annoyance, “How many fucking times do I have to tell you…I am not yours. Damnit.”

“But we’re in love,” Ryujin argued.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he snarled, grabbing her head and snapping her neck, smirking as her body dropped to the floor. “She’s so much easier to deal with like this.”

“Oh my god, you killed her,” Y/N gasped.

Jungwon appeared in front of Y/N, attempting to block her view of the ‘love birds’. “Since your roommate is gonna take a little nap, how about I finish your little tour,” Jungwon suggested.

“But but but,” Y/N started.

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt someone tap her shoulder, she turned around seeing no one there. She turned back to face Jungwon when she felt someone tap her shoulder again, making her turn around again, with the same results.

“I think we should figure out if her blood has the same effect on me,” Heeseung suggested, appearing in front of Y/N.

“Heeseung no,” Jungwon snarled.

“If it does, I’ll just kill her so then we wouldn’t have to worry about it,” Heeseung laughed, touching her neck where Eric previously bit her. 

“Please don’t hurt me,” Y/N whispered, fearful of her life.

“What the fuck,” Heeseung snarled, grabbing her neck and pulling her closer to his face. “Where the fuck is the bite mark?”

“Please don’t do this,” Y/N pleaded. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Heeseung ordered. He then turned to Jungwon still holding Y/N by the throat. “Eric’s bite mark is gone.”

“How is that possible?” Jungwon asked.

Changmin grabbed Y/N’s arm, while Heeseung and Jungwon were distracted looking at her neck. He silently bit her wrist, drawing blood out into his mouth, having the same effect that Eric had. Changmin pulled back, releasing her arm. He started laughing maniacally as smoke poured out from his mouth. 

Heeseung released Y/N’s throat and grabbed Changmin by his throat, “what the fuck did you do?”

Changmin moved his hand, with blood dripping down his chin, he blew smoke into Heeseung’s face, “I was hungry.”

Heeseung picked Changmin up and threw him across the room, “I will kill you.”

“HEESEUNG,” Jungwon yelled. “GO TO YOUR ROOM!”

“What the fuck did I do?” Heeseung asked.

“NOW!!!” Jungwon snarled.

Heeseung didn’t argue, he stormed out of the room without any hesitation. Jungwon turned back to Y/N, placing a hand on her back, “are you ok?” he asked.

“Not really,” she whimpered, as tears started welling up in her eyes. 

Jungwon looked down at her wrist and noticed the wounds from Changmin had already disappeared as well. “Come on,” Jungwon said, beginning to lead her out of the library. “I’ll show you around.”

“I think I’d like to just go back to my room for now,” Y/N said.

“I can take you there,” Jungwon smiled. “I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“Thank you,” she said, forcing a smile.

Jungwon placed an arm around her shoulder, “I’ll be your personal bodyguard. You can trust me.”

𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳 🌕 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 🌕 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟛 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟚 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟜

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟛 : 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥, 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕣, 𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞.

“𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟,” 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕. “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕖.”

“𝕀’𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕤, 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕤. “𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕐/ℕ.”

𝔸𝕤 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤, 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕟. 𝕊𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕞?

“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣?” 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤. “𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣?”

“𝕀𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕚𝕥?” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕤, 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕞. “𝕎𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪.”

𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪. 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕥 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖.

𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥, 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕡𝕡 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖’𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕠’𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖, “𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕞. 𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪’𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕪, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕤.”

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕒. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕒 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕡. 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝’𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕥. 𝔸 𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕒. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝’𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤, 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤.

“𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤, 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕. “𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤?”

“𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖,” 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕖. 𝔸𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕖, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕦𝕡𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕤 ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘. “ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟, 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤.

“𝕐𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕣,” ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤, 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣. “𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤.

“𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕟𝕠, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥,” 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞.

“𝕆𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕, 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕘𝕦𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟, 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥. “𝕀’𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀’𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣.”

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕒 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟’𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕕, 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝.

“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣?” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕤.

“ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘,” 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕤. “ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕐𝔼𝕋 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪.”

“ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤.

“𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣?” 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤. “𝕊𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖.”

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟’𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕚𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕤. 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕞𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟’𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕.

“𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘, 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕐/ℕ 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥. 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞, ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖, 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟’𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕣. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖, 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕓 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝-𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕖.

“𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

“𝕆𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤, 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕.

“𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤. “𝕀 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘.”

“𝕆𝕙 𝕟𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖.

“𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙. “𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖.”

“𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤.

“𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥.

“𝕆𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕕𝕤, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟’𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣. “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞.”

ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙, “𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕠.”

“𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟?”

“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤.

“𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕦𝕟?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

“𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪, 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤.

“𝕆𝕜,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖, 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕫𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟’𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤. “𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣.

ℍ𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦, “𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤.

“𝕀𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕜?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜.

“𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕡𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕕,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕤, 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕣.

“𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕚𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘.

“𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤.

𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟, 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖, 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤, “𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜.

“𝕀𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤, 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜.

“𝕀𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕥, 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪. “ℍ𝕖𝕪 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞…”

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙. “𝕐𝕖𝕤, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖?”

“𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥…” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣, 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣. “𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥…”

“𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤.

“𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦, ℕ𝕒 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟.”

“𝕆𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕕, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕠,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤, 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜, 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕪, 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕔𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣, 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜, 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤, 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟’𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤. “𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤.

“𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕠,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤, 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣.

𝔸𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤𝕜, “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖?”

“ℕ𝕠𝕠𝕠,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤, “𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖.”

“𝔹𝕦𝕥, 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕖.

“𝕀 𝕕𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕞𝕤.

“𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟?” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜.

“𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. “𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤.”

𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕒 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜, “𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖. ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖.”

“𝔻𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤, 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜. “𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪, 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝.”

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖, 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪. “𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞.”

“𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤. “𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕.”

“𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣, 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

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𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟜 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟛 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟝

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟜 : 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

Jaemin slams the front door shut after you pull him inside.  You wrap your arms around his neck as you press your body against his, pushing him against the now-closed door. 

“I’m glad you’re staying,” you announce, inching closer to his face, slowly closing the gap. 

“Can’t have this blocking your gorgeous face,” Jaemin whispers, gently placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m glad too, baby.”

Your smile grows wider than it ever has. You lean in closer, shockwaves shooting throughout your body as soon as your lips make contact. You could taste the mixture of alcohol and cigarettes on his lips and it was the most magnificent thing you have tasted. His tongue slips past your lips, hungrily searching for yours. Your tongues dance around in bliss as his right hand  starts to slide up your body, feeling your curves on the outside of your clothing. He pulls away from the kiss, causing a little whimper to escape from your mouth. He grabs your waist with both hands flipping your body off of his and firmly pushing your back against the door. His mouth instantly finds yours again but only for a moment. He runs the tip of his tongue on your jawline until it finds your left ear. He lightly nibbles on your ear, moving onto your neck, sucking aggressively, making sure to leave a mark. You are his and he needs the world to know.

“Oh jaem,” you moan with your head back against the door. 

He stops sucking on your neck, grabbing your face with his left hand. He forces your head forward as he moves his in front of yours, lightly kisses your lips once more, loving the desire he sees on your face. 

“Baby,” Jaemin whispers, “I need to get out of this clothing.”

“Yes you do,” you say, biting your lower lip. You grab his shirt, attempting to pull it up to undress him, eager to see what the flimsy pieces of fabric are hiding.

Jaemin grabs your hands with his, preventing you from completing the action. “No baby, I mean I need a shower.”

“Do you want me to join you?” You ask, cocking your head while biting your lower lip again.

“I’d love you to join me but why don’t you get comfortable and I’ll come join you once I’m done,” he suggests. 

“Oh,” you sigh, looking away in disappointment. 

“Don’t be like this, baby,” he says, lifting your chin with his hand. “There is nothing I would love more than for you to join me in the shower but I really just gotta get this blood off me.”

“Ok,” you sigh. “I guess I understand but please hurry.”

“I will,” Jaemin says before pressing his lips quickly against yours for a brief moment. “Do you have anything I can wear?”

“I’m sure I can find something,” you laugh with an image of him wearing one of your dresses popping into your mind. 

Jaemin backs up, removing his body from yours. You lead him into your bedroom. He stands in the doorway while you rummage through your drawers and closet, searching for clothing for him to wear. 

You turn and toss some clothing in his direction. “Here, this should fit you, it's shit I stole from dad,” you laugh. 

“Thanks babe,” he smiles.

“There’s extra towels in the bathroom closet. If you can’t find anything that you need, just holler and I’ll come in,” you order as you start to take off your shirt. 

Jaemin watches for a moment but forces himself to look away, knowing full and well that if he didn’t look away when he did, he wouldn’t be able to leave. He walks out of your bedroom and into the bathroom, to get a shower and change into some clean clothing.

You are slightly disappointed that he actually left to get a shower. You do understand why he wants a shower but patience is not one of your strongest qualities. You strip down to you underwear, throwing a sexy negligee on before climbing into your bed.

Jaemin takes one of the quickest showers he has ever taken in his entire life, wanting to hurry back to you. As the water washes the blood off of his perfectly toned body down into the drain, he can’t help but to relive the magical moment when your lips finally met. What is wrong with me? He keeps thinking? Why is she having this effect on me? What the hell is going on?

He turns the water off, grabbing the towel that he has sitting on the sink. After drying off, he throws on the extra pair of sweat pants, leaves the bathroom finding his way back into your bedroom. 

Jaemin leans on the right side of the doorway, watching you on the bed, almost asleep. A smile appears on his face, a pure emotion, not one that is faked. He truly enjoys looking at your innocence and beauty. He shakes that smile away, creeping over to the bed, sitting on the edge.

“Baby,” you whisper, reaching to place your hand on his slightly damp back. “Didn’t the shirt fit?”

“I don’t know,” Jaemin sighs. “I hope you don’t mind but I usually don’t wear shirts to sleep.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” you announce, rolling closing to him. You stratetigicaly place delicate kisses from his waste up his spine, until reaching the base of his neck. Jaemin turns, pulling your body so you’re facing him sitting on his lap, with him in between your spread legs.

You lean down kissing his neck, gently sucking, making your way down to his chest. 

“I want you so bad, Jaem,” you moan. You could feel his excitement starting to grow which sparked a twitching in your most sensitive of parts as well. You never felt this way for anyone before, not even the only man that you loved, Hyunjin. And yet here you are, wanting to give yourself to Jaemin, a man you barely know. 

Jaemin grabs both of your thighs, lifting your body as he stands, turning to face the bed and gently lays you down. He crawls on top of you, passionately kissing your lips. It is a kiss that is screaming hunger, hunger for only something that you can give him. He wants you as badly as you desire him.

“I think we should wait,” Jaemin whispers, suddenly.

“What?” you moan, breath sporadic and unhitched. 

“I like you a lot, Park Y/N,” he confesses. “Probably a lot more than I should.”

“I like you too,” you sigh. “So what’s the problem?”

“You’re a virgin,” he announces. “Your first time should not be like this. You might regret it and then hate me for it.”

“That’s insane,” you huff. “I’m not a virgin, that’s just silly.”

“Please don’t lie to me, baby,” he begs, kissing you again. 

“How do you know that?” you ask.

“You told me the first time we met,” he explains. 

“So why does that change anything?” you ask. “Does that make you not want me?”

“Oh my god baby, no,” Jaemin expresses. “It makes me want you so much more. I want to be your first. I want to ruin you for every other man.”

“Then what’s stopping you?” you whisper.

“Because you deserve better than this,” he sighs. “I just want to do right by you baby. I’m trying to be a good man here.”

“Ok,” you sigh, deeply. 

”I promise when we finally do this, the time will be right, and there will be no regrets,” he explains, rolling off of you.

“Whatever you say,” you huff, crawling up your bed and pulling the covers up over your body. “Can you at least hold me?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Jaemin smiles, crawling under the covers next to you.

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

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