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𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟶 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝟶𝚝𝟾

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟿♠️ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟷♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟶 - 𝙸 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋*𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜

Y/N spent the rest of the day in her room, only coming out for something to eat in the evening. She returned back to Wooyoung’s room to get ready for bed. The faster she falls asleep, the faster Wooyoung will return home. 

Y/N changed into her pajamas. She slowly pulled the covers down on her bed when she heard a knock on the door. 

“No one ever knocks around here,” she said to herself, quietly.

She walked over to the door, grabbing the door handle and slowly opening it to see Jongho standing on the opposite side.

“Boss man wants you to go to his room now,” Jongho announced, irritated.

“What for?” she asked.

“I don’t know.  It’s not my job to ask questions, only to follow the orders that I am given,” Jongho sighed.

“Did I do something wrong?” Y/N wondered.

“How would I know?” Jongho asked.

“Well, did he seem angry?” she continued questioning.

“He’s too drunk to be pissed,” he mumbled.

“What was that?” Y/N asked, unsure if she actually heard him correctly.

“I had enough of this shit,” Jongho snapped. “It’s time to go.”

He turned to leave Wooyoung’s bedroom, Y/N starting to follow behind him. 

Jongho turned around and looked at her from head to toe, “aren’t you going to get dressed first?” he asked.

“I am dressed,” she smiled. 

“Um yea ok,” Jongho shook his head, continuing to walk down the hallway.

“I’ve never been in Seonghwa’s bedroom before,” Y/N stated, trying to make conversation but Jongho didn’t respond.

“Is it nice?” she asked, again with still no response from Jongho.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” Y/N finally snapped. “I have been nothing but nice to you and yet you seem to hate me. What is your problem?”

“You’re probably gonna die so I don't feel a need to pretend that I like you,” Jongho snarled, walking faster towards his boss’s room.

Jongho’s response hit her like a ton of bricks, causing her to stop in her tracks. Y/N’s mouth dropped open and she stared for a few seconds, allowing the answer to sink in. She forced herself to shrug his response off and slowly began to follow him again.

Jongho stopped at a set of black doors at the end of the hallway, turned around and said, “have a good night,” he laughed and walked off leaving Y/N alone at the door.

She hesitated before slowly reaching out and knocking quietly. After a few seconds of silence, she turned to leave when the bedroom doors creaked open. Y/N turned but didn’t see anyone standing in the doorway. She took a deep breath and entered the dark bedroom. The room was illuminated only by candle light and there was soft music coming from speakers that appeared to be in the four corners of the room.

She looked around but it appeared she was alone.  She inched her way into the room, not sure what to expect when Seonghwa staggered out from another room, holding a bottle of wine in his left hand.

He looked at Y/N, smirked and then took a long chug from the bottle.

“I glad you could join ne,” he slurred.

“Are you drunk?” Y/N asked.

“No, you drunk,” Seonghwa laughed, walking over to his bed. He plopped down in the center, rubbing the bed in a seductive way, “come join me.”

“I don’t know if I should,” Y/N hesitated.

“I not that scary, am I?” Seonghwa pouted. 

“I didn’t say you were scary,” Y/N argued. “You’re just a little, um well, a little intoxicated and I don’t know if you know what you’re doing.”

“I know what I doing,” Seonghwa snapped. “Now come sit.”

Y/N exhaled slowly, walking over and joining seonghwa in his bed.  

He reached over and started roughly petting her hair, “I lied to you earlier,” he admitted. 

“About what?” Y/N questioned. 

“You know how I said your hair was ok? Well I lied. I like hair, you look damn good,” he said, continuing to pet her like a dog. 

“Oh,” she smiled. “Why didn’t you just say that?”

“I couldn’t tell you. I know how you are and I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not gonna happen with me,” Seonghwa announced. 

Y/N turned to look at him in the eyes but couldn’t find the right words to respond. 

“So this,” Seonghwa pointed to her and back at himself, “has absolutely nothing to do with any kinds of feelings. This is happening strictly because I'm horny.”

Y/N sighed, turning her back on to him. 

“Show me all of your piercings,” Seonghwa ordered, pulling Y/N closer towards him. 

“You can already see most of them,” she sighed, unamused. 

“Hao said your belly button is now pierced,” Seonghwa growled. “I want to see that one.”

“Fine,” Y/N huffed, lifting her nightgown a little exposing her pierced belly button, along with her panties.

Seonghwa smirked, placing his hand on her upper thigh, “you really do have a nice body.”

She grabbed his hand, removing it from her thigh and placing it back into the bed, “I thought you wanted to see my piercing, my belly button isn’t located down here.”

“No but something better is,” Seonghwa smirked, replacing his hand back on her upper thigh. 

“You don’t want to do this,” she stated. 

“Don’t tell me what I want to do,” Seonghwa growled, pulling her down onto the bed. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know that you can’t stand me when you’re sober,” Y/N announced, instantly regretting her choice of words. 

“Is that what you think?” Seonghwa asked. 

“Of course it is,” she nodded. “You refer to me as a ‘worthless whore’.”

Seonghwa gently placed a piece of her hair behind her ear, “awww, does that hurt your feelings?” he asked with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I mean I don’t really like it,” Y/N admitted.

“Then you shouldn’t act like one,” Seonghwa smiled, lightly caressing her cheek. 

“Ok I’m going back to my room now,” she snapped, attempting to sit up. 

Seonghwa held on to her, tightly, preventing any movement. “Do you want some wine?” He asked. 

“No thank you,” Y/N sighed. 

“I need to grab another bottle,” Seonghwa said, sitting up. 

Y/N reached out grabbing his arm, “I think you had enough,” she said. 

“So now you know what’s best for me?” he huffed. 

“No, I'm not saying that. I just want you to stay here with me,” she smiled. 

“I’ll come right back,” he said. 

“Please don’t leave,” she pleaded, pulling him back down on the bed so that he was laying next to her. 

“Mmmm,” Seonghwa moaned. “Now that I’m here, what are you gonna do now?”

Y/N ignored his question, placing an arm over his stomach and resting her head on his shoulder. “Just lay with me for a little, please.”

“Since you said please,” Seonghwa sighed “I guess I’ll grant your wish this one time.”

He relaxed his body, peacefully closing his eyes. “Y/N?”

“Yea?” She responded 

“Will you stay here tonight?” Seonghwa asked. He slowly dozed off into a deep slumber before she had time to respond to his question.

“Oh Seonghwa,” Y/N whispered gently, getting up from the bed, being careful not to disturb him. She covered him with a blanket that was at the edge of the bed. She then blew the candles out around the room and turned the music off. Not knowing If she should get back into bed, after serious consideration, she decided against it. She ran downstairs to the kitchen retrieving a bottle of water and scribbled something onto a piece of paper. She returned to Seonghwa’s room, placing the water bottle on his nightstand with the hand written note securely under the bottle. She bent down to kiss his forehead, “sleep well.” She whispered before returning to her own room. 

The morning sun peeked through the curtains onto Seonghwa’s face, waking him from his restless slumber. His head was throbbing as he looked around the room, noticing he was alone. He saw the bottle of water on his nightstand, after grabbing it he noticed a piece of paper that was folded in half, laying underneath the bottle.

Seonghwa chugged half the bottle of water, then unfolded the note.

Seonghwa,

Thanks for the fun night. Sorry I didn’t stay like I said I would. Hopefully you won’t feel too shitty in the morning. But if you do, drink this water to rehydrate!

Kisses

XoXo

“Knock knock,” Minghao said before entering Wooyoung’s bedroom.

Y/N was already dressed and sitting on the bed, reminiscing about the events of the previous evening.  She didn’t know if she made the right decision on how she handled things with Seonghwa. A part of her thinks she should have just stayed but another part of her is proud that she didn’t.

“Isn’t it a lovely morning,” he asked, opening the curtains to allow the sunlight in.

“Why are you so chipper this morning?” Y/N groaned. “What time did Mingyu leave?”

“What time is it?” he smirked, pretending to look at the nonexistent watch on his wrist, “At never O’clock.  He’s still in my bed sweetie.”

She laughed, “of course he is.”

“I heard you had an interesting night too,” he raised an eyebrow looking at her. 

“What do you mean?” she furrowed her eyebrows as she examined him. 

“I heard you were in Seonghwa’s room,” Minghao winked. 

“That was nothing,” she shook her head. 

“Mhm,” he said with doubt. 

“Anyways, why are you in here so early?” she wondered, trying to change the subject. 

“Girl, look at the clock, this isn’t early,” he smiled. “But my friend is here and he’s already setting up in the den… so we’re ready to get your tats going.”

“What all am I getting done?” Y/N wondered.

“I guess time will tell,” he smirked. 

Y/n followed Minghao down into the den where another beautiful man was standing. He smiled when he and Y/N made eye contact.

“Hi I’m Chittapon,” he said with a huge smile exposing his perfect teeth.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.”

“We just call him Ten,” Minghao announced.

“Why Ten?” Y/N asked.

“Because I banged ten girls before I realized that I prefer dick,” he smiled.

Y/N’s eyes widened, not knowing how to respond so she said nothing while nodding.

“Come sit in my chair,” Ten commanded. “So, tell me what are we doing today?”

“Whatever you want,” Minghao said. “Just work your magic.”

“I can do that,” Ten nodded. “Where am I starting?”

“I’m thinking she would look pretty damn good with a partial sleeve,” Minghao suggested.

“Who wouldn’t?” Ten laughed, looking down at his own arms which were covered in ink.

“Is this your first tattoo?” Ten asked, getting his gun out and ink to start the process.

“Yea,” she sighed. “I’m a little nervous.”

“Eh, there's nothing to be worried about. It’s just a needle going in and out of your skin over and over till it's done,” Ten explained. 

“Yea that’s what I’m concerned about,” Y/N gasped.

“Shut up,” Minghao interjected. “Stop the bullshitting and get to work. I have stuff to do today too.”

Y/N leaned back in the chair while Ten started her tattoos.  An hour later, Seonghwa entered the den. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” Minghao smiled.

Y/N looked up to see Seonghwa staring at her but quickly looked away not wanting to keep the eye contact.

“Come here,” Seonghwa ordered Minghao, leading him out of the den.

After a few seconds, Minghao rushed back in and whispered something to Ten, forcing him to stop the current tattoo, immediately. He slid his chair closer to her legs and lifted Y/N’s shirt up exposing her stomach. She quickly put her hand down, stopping the shirt from being lifted any farther. 

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked.

“I was just told to do another tattoo first,” Ten explained. “It’s ok, just relax.”

“Ok,” Y/N nodded, putting her head back onto the headrest and releasing her shirt.

Ten worked on the new tattoo for thirty minutes then went back to working on her partial sleeve. By the time he was completed, most of the day was over.

He turned the gun off and began packing up his equipment.

“I’m gonna have to finish the rest, next week,” Ten announced. “I’m pretty booked up.”

“Alright,” Minghao nodded. “Well it looks badass so far.”

“Can I finally look?” Y/N wondered.

“I guess,” Minghao smirked.

Y/N looked at her arm and smiled when she saw the work that was displayed, “Wow,” she gasped. “This is amazing.”

“Yea,” Ten agreed, “I’ve been told I do pretty good work.”

“I’d say,” Y/N continued smiling at her arm. Her smile then dropped from her face when she remembered he did another tattoo on her stomach.

Y/N stood up, grabbed the hand held mirror off of Ten’s portable table, pulled her shirt up and looked at the tattoo.

Her mouth dropped when she saw what was permanently placed on her body. On her lower left abdomen, below the waistline was Seonghwa’s name, written in beautiful cursive lettering and a heart directly after it.

“Why did you do this?” Y/N panicked. “He’s gonna be so pissed at me.”

“Relax honey, it was his idea,” Minghao smirked. “I knew you two had a good night last night.”

“I need to go talk to him,” Y/N said, rushing out of the room to find Seonghwa.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 ♠️𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

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𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - 𝕔𝕙.31 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟘 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟚

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟙 : 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖.

ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. “𝕀𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕜 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕.

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕜 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕟, 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕚𝕔 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕪?

“𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙, 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤, 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕔. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕘𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙.

“𝕀𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕜?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕟𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕞. 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥.

“𝕌𝕙 𝕙𝕦𝕙,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖, 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘.

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣, 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕. 𝔸𝕟 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, ‘𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕟’ 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖.

“ℍ𝕖𝕪 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪.

“𝕐𝕖𝕒, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕪, 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖’𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖.

“𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕪𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘.

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦. ℍ𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕.

“𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤.

“𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥, 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪.

“𝕀 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤, 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖. 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙? 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

“𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕩𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥.

“𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕪, 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟’𝕤 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥.

“𝔻𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤. “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕.”

“𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕜,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕡 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕪 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤.

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦. ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕, 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕠 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖’𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖.

𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪 “𝕀 𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟.”

“𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤, 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕪𝕖𝕤.

“ℕ𝕠, 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕜,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙. “𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖. 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕨𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣.”

“𝕆𝕙,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕤, “𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖.”

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕠𝕠. 𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕟𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪, “𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝…𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕒.” 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜,” 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. “𝔻𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘?”

“𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤,” ℍ𝕒𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤, 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕥, 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕪. 𝕀𝕗 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕥𝕦𝕓 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

“𝕆𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕠𝕕,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤, 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕, “𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.”

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕪. 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕, 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥.

ℝ𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥.

“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤. “𝔻𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘.”

“𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕪.

“𝕀𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤, 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜.

“ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕞𝕖,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕.

“ℍ𝕦𝕙?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟.

“𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪, 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕’𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕. “𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕀 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘.”

“𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟?” 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕝. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕟.

“𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝,” 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟’𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕, 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜, 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣.

“𝕀 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕠,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕤, 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜.

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❈★ 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 ★❈

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HII I JUST DONE READ HALL OF HADES AND WOAH ITS INTERESTING AS FCKK CAUSE IM A MULTISTAN TOO 😗😗😗 CAN I KNOW WHEN WILL YOU RELEASE THE NEXT PART CAUSE IM SO CURIOUS 😋😋

Aww I’m glad you like it 💜 I’m gonna try to post new chapters every evening between 8 and 9

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.

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