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𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞 | 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤 𝕁𝕣

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤 (𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪) -λζπΨ - ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 :

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕘 - ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕕𝕠𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖.

𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠. ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕/𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝. 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤. 𝕄𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤. 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕡𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟 - 𝕊𝕖𝕠 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕪𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙.

𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 - ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕐/ℕ 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕐𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖.

ℍ𝕒𝕟 - ℍ𝕒𝕟 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜, 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠, 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡, 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥. ℍ𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕟.

𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕠𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕠𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖. 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟.

𝕜𝕚𝕞 𝕊𝔼𝕌ℕ𝔾𝕄𝕀ℕ - 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥. 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕛𝕖𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠.

𝕀.ℕ - 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕀.ℕ 𝕠𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣. 𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕡 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟 “𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨 “𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪” 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥. 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕀ℕ 𝕚𝕤 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠’𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕨𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪.

𝔾𝕠𝕠 𝔾𝕦𝕟 𝕀𝕝 - 𝔾𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕠𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕔𝕜. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟‘𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕝, 𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕪𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪.

𝕁𝕌ℕ𝔾𝕊𝕌 - 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖. 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖.

𝕂𝕎𝔸𝕂 𝔾𝔸𝕆ℕ - 𝕂𝕨𝕒𝕜 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕜 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝔾𝕒𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖. 𝔾𝕒𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕆𝕕.𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖(𝕆𝕕.𝕖) 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕆𝕕.𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤.

𝕠.𝕕𝕖 - 𝕆𝕙 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕆.𝕕𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕦𝕡, 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. 𝕆.𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪’𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕣.

𝕛𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟 - ℍ𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕣. 𝕂𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞. 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙. ℕ𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖.

𝕁𝕆𝕆𝕐𝔼𝕆ℕ - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕠.

𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞 | 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤 𝕁𝕣

XDINARY HEROES AS AESTHETICS.

🌐 seya : before we dive into an amazing world of web-aesthetics, there are few things that i’d like to point out. first of all, i chose aesthetic for each member based solely on my associations with their vibe. meaning: i associate the vibe of aesthetic with them, rather than the history behind it. secondly, some of the information was gathered from such sites as:

https://cari.institute/aesthetics.

https://www.are.na.

https://eyeondesign.aiga.org.

now that we got that out of the way — enjoy!

𝐠𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐥 : 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐂𝐇

“baby boomer & silent generation revival of various 1940s-1950s cultural iconography, design, and kitsch associated with diner, drive-in's and malt shop culture. jukeboxes, poodle skirts, 1950s advertising kitsch, neon, chromed-out automobiles, metallic paneling, 'american graffiti'-style fonts.” — ©️ cari institute.

diner kitsch – aesthetic familiar to everyone, yet not that many people know it’s actual name (or that it is, in fact, an aesthetic!). checkered floors and walls, milkshakes, burgers, neon signs and, of course, waitresses on roller skates — these things define diner kitsch. originating from 1950s, when diners were seen as a place, where you could enjoy a hearty comfort food and have a good time with your family or friends it was finally revived in our years through media that depicts mainly high schoolers or travelers of any sorts, going out for a dinner.

🌐 seya : i chose diner kitsch for gunil because he is literally the embodiment of a nerdy boy who would definetely hang out with his group of friends in a place like that. doing homework, reading comics, getting cookies on the house because of how often they visit a diner… 🥤🍔 yum!

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐮 : 𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑

“the term neon-noir is a film genre, but it can also represent an aesthetic. this aesthetic includes a brooding, mysterious, cyberpunk, and dangerous atmosphere. the neon-noir aesthetic can be related somewhat to the sibling-genre neo-noir (without the “n”), including avant-garde fashion, femme fatale style, dark clothing, technology, and neon lights.” — ©️ wendy zhou (from her blog wendyzhou.se)

neon-noir (also known as future-, cyber-, tech-noir) was born in the film industry around 1980s, when sci-fi was blooming yet again. not so popular in web, it is still quite known in gamer community, thanks to such games like “cyberpunk 2077”, “anno mutationem”, “blade runner” etc. this aesthetic is mixing old-school noir with futuristic elements, giving it a whole new look. neon signs, robots, androids, futuristic technology are going hand in hand with good old detective genre, accented shadows, rain and fog.

🌐 seya : i find this aesthetic to be the most suiting to jungsu. i can imagine him in this type of setting so well and i’d actually like to read or even write something, where he is portrayed as a detective in a mysterious and futuristic setting!

𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐤 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 : 𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐗

“rule-bending, medium-blending "instagram grunge". full of horror vacui, chrome type, oddball textures and self-referentialism.” — ©️ cari institute.

originated in the 1990s and revived in 2010s, acidgrafix (also known as: acid graphics and acid design) aesthetic is mainly seen nowadays on the covers of music albums. bright colors (usually red, orange and neon green, neon yellow, neon purple), wireframes, distorted images, liquid metal forms – all of these are key elements of acidgrafix. the term acid, as you might’ve already guessed, came from the acid house and rave culture. it first appeared on flyers, used to promote and to invite people to raves. smiley faces (of course, resembling nothing else but the actual drug), op-art-esque patterns, sci-fi futurism – all of these were such an eye candy for party-goers, that soon enough this style overtook the music industry. after being long forgotten in the 00s, acidgrafix finally found it’s new home in instagram, where musicians would design their insta-stories and albums with all of the key details of this aesthetic.

🌐 seya : aaand this is the part that i was worried about the most. this aesthetic took it’s origins not from the best culture, but i still find it’s style being quite suiting for gaon. it’s bright, innovative and bold – just like he is!

𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 : 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊

"the millennial and gen-z iteration of edgy grunge aesthetics, associated closely with "pop punk" and the store hot topic." — ©️ cari institute.

*puts a cd in the drive, "girlfriend" by avril lavigne starts playing* now that we're in the mood, let us find out what the hell is a teen punk. the dirty, the angry, the free and THE wild – this aesthetic conveys the whole essence of the rebellious period that every teenager eventually goes through. you can usually see this movement being expressed through clothes, style, make up and, most importantly, music, rather then the way you could draw something or edit a photo. mainly seem in early 00s, teen punk found it's new home in hearts of people through nostalgia that overtook us all as soon as pandemic started. this aesthetic combines different colors like foggy green and blue, obviously black, red and pink (yes, the tricolor of emo aesthetic is very important here). essential details of teen punk are denim jackets, torn jeans, big ass t-shirts with logos of musical groups, fishnets and those humongous military boots that everyone used to wear. the pioneers of this movement are mainly musical artists, like the infamous avril lavigne, all-time favorites my chemical romance, green day, paramore etc.

🌐 seya : now i need you to look me dead in the eyes and say that THIS isn't his aesthetic. bro literally dresses as if hot topic was more grunge and still managed to survive.

𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐮𝐧 : 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐏𝐎𝐏

"first wave of corporate appropriation of graffiti culture. typically includes urban streetscapes & iconography contemporary to the time period (eg. trash cans, brick walls, chain link fencing, street lamps, sidewalks, industrial elements, general 'urban decay'). it's also associated with that eras' portrayal of street, hip hop, & punk culture." — ©️ cari institute.

disclaimer: this part is mostly retelling of an article from this site: https://www.grafftergallery.com/2023/08/graffiti-pop-art-vivid-intersection-of.html | i really don't think that i would be able to express myself better than they already did, so let me give the credit to the rightful authors!

this aesthetic is a firm proof of the dynamic between street culture and the world of art that was born in early 80s and was especially popular till the 00s. bright colors, bold splashes of different patterns, provocative slogans, popular singers, models, tv personalities – it screams fight for the freedom of self expression. this movement is first and foremost was heavily affected by socio-political issues, causing street artists to voice their concerns through art. graffiti itself is a rebellious act (you're literally damaging private property) and when you mix this with media icons and pop culture that was thriving, you're guaranteed to have all the attention that you need.

🌐 seya : i feel like this aesthetic really suits jun han because in my eyes he is one of the most brave idols in terms of expressing himself through his style and art.

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 : 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌

"let's take a look at what is included in such aesthetics as retro-surrealism (also known as airbrush surrealism and included in the subgenres of retro-futurism), shall we?"

retro is an imitation or conscious derivative of a lifestyle, trend, or art form from history, included in music, fashion, or looks. the retro art movement always invariably revives and in one way or another refers to everything that happened in the past. surrealism is an art direction that always strives to revolutionize human experience. it balances a rational vision of life with one that asserts the power of the unconscious and dreams. combining these two trends of media art, we get abstract paintings made in the style of sci-fi comics from the 70s-90s. very often they feature elements such as musical instruments, outer space and electronic objects such as telephones, radios, televisions, etc. usually such paintings are airbrushed, which gives them a slightly hazy, matte effect, typical for surrealism (promotes immersion into the unconscious me thinks!).

🌐 seya : i love, love, LOVE this one so much, i just had to give it to my favorite boy jooyeon! i feel like this one suits jooyeon just because he looks like that one dude obsessed with weird ass comic books, always going around with his old mp3 player and vibing to daft punk bangers. sorry not sorry, no one is getting this image out of my head.

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afjdkgnxhrgvxh i will never get over how good your writing is!!! and I definitely did not expect you to do both requests!!!

i also love all of the heroes, at this point i might as well ask for a fic for the rest of them… it could even be an ot6 fic if you like (but only if you’re comfortable and have the physical and mental capacity to do that, if not no worries!!)

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HI 🍀!! I'm so happy you enjoyed it!! Whenever I get more than one request in one message (or by the same person, for that matter), I always try to complete all of them if I can. I just don't like the feeling of doing things halfway. So, here you go!

Oh, I'd be so down to write for all of the members! For that, however, I might need a little more details on what you want for each of them. So if you can give me that, I'll be more than happy to get to work! (Just an FYI, if you request a threesome, I'd be down to write that as well if that's your cup of tea ── but I will only do it if it's just two members + reader; any more than that becomes overwhelming and difficult to write properly).

Also, a little tip! Since you're asking for OT6, I might take a little bit longer than I have so far. BUT! If you send me each member individually or send two or three per request, I might get around to writing them faster. It'll also help me with not posting six fics at the same time, or having them posted one per day since it can make my blog a little cluttered. If you can do any of these, I would really appreciate it!

Again, thank you so much for the support! Your requests genuinely make me so happy since they really allow me to indulge in writing pieces for our Heroes!!

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꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This was so self-indulgent to write, so a very big thank you to my lovely 🍀 Anon for this request! Reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Y/N has AuDHD in each member's piece, mentions of bees as a special interest, descriptions of being burned out and struggling with change, some very slight ableism mentioned (not from any of the members), descriptions of overstimulation, mentions of stimming, terrible flirting, overall this is very much hurt + comfort, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

구건일 ── GOO GUNIL.

The day felt like it had conspired against Gunil, stretching itself out into an agonizing eternity, as if determined to sap every last bit of energy from him. Each second dragged on, the clock's hands moving at a snail's pace, mirroring the heaviness in his limbs. Finally, after what seemed like an endless rehearsal, an exhausted sigh escaped his lips, the sound barely noticeable amidst the hum of tired voices from his bandmates. With a practiced, almost mechanical motion, Gunil returned his well-worn drumsticks to their designated holder, a small nook on the wall that had become as familiar to him as his own reflection. The drumsticks settled into place with a soft click, the only sound in the practice room that had served as their second home. 

As his bandmates began to shuffle out, their movements sluggish, weighed down by the day’s efforts, Gunil barely registered the chorus of goodbyes. Jungsu’s voice cut through the haze, a final “see you tomorrow” accompanied by a wave before disappearing into the hallway. Gunil mustered a lazy half-smile, lifting his hand in a farewell that felt more like a reflex than a conscious action. The room, once alive with the pulse of their music, now felt eerily quiet, the silence amplifying the fatigue settling deep into his bones. He reached for his backpack, its weight pulling down on his tired shoulders, just as the sharp ring of his phone shattered the stillness.

The sudden sound jolted him, but when he saw your name on the screen, a genuine smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, chasing away the exhaustion, even if just a little. “I’m done rehearsing, love, I’ll be—” Gunil’s greeting was cut short by the unmistakable sound of your excited squeal. He couldn’t help but chuckle, his heart swelling with affection at the image of you practically vibrating with energy on the other end of the line.

“Goo, you have to come home as soon as you can!” Your voice was bright, almost bursting with excitement, and Gunil could easily imagine you doing your little wiggles of joy, the ones that always made his heart melt. 

“Yes, baby,” he replied, his tone gentle, hiding the weariness in his bones so as not to dampen your spirits. “I’ll be home in no time. What’s got you so excited?” 

As he turned off the lights in the now-quiet practice room, the faint clicking of your keyboard reached his ears. He pictured you perched at your desk, your laptop open before you, eyes wide with curiosity. The image made him smile. 

“I found this new video, and Goo, it is so cool! It's a swarm of Japanese honeybees defending their nest by slapping ants with their wings, but this one is honestly so fascinating because apparently, this colony got infected by the Varroa Destructor Mite — but they were still so aggressive against the ants and they won! Isn't that so cool? Oh, Goo, please hurry, you have to watch it!” 

Your words tumbled out in a rush, barely pausing for breath, your excitement making the details spill over each other in a joyous cascade. Gunil found himself chuckling softly, warmth blooming in his chest as he listened to your passionate rambling. There was something so endearing about the way you got lost in your own world, especially when it came to bees. He could listen to you talk for hours, your voice animated and full of life, a stark contrast to the weariness that had settled over him.

He thought back to the early days of your relationship, when you had nervously explained your autism to him, worried that it might be too much, too different. But to Gunil, it was simply another beautiful facet of who you were, something that made him love you even more deeply. “That does sound very interesting, my love,” he said, trying to match your energy despite the exhaustion tugging at him. “I really can’t wait to watch it!”

The promise of coming home to you, to your bright, infectious enthusiasm, gave him the strength to push through the final stretch of his journey. “I’ll be home in about ten minutes, so hang tight,” he added, a smile in his voice as he ended the call. As he neared the apartment you shared, the sight of a family-owned flower shop caught his eye. 

Even through the fatigue, his gaze lingered on the blooms in the window, your favorite flowers standing out like a beacon. The thought of surprising you with them, especially when you were already so happy, sent a thrill through him. Without hesitation, he ducked into the shop, the sweet scent of fresh flowers wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He selected a bouquet with care, imagining the way your eyes would light up when he walked through the door with them in hand.

The weight of the day began to lift as he paid for the flowers, the simple act of thinking about you bringing a renewed sense of energy. The thrill of coming home to you, your voice still echoing in his mind, made each step lighter. As he walked out of the shop, the bouquet cradled carefully in his arms, he felt the anticipation build, knowing that soon, he would be by your side, sharing in the simple, beautiful joy of being together.

김정수 ── KIM JUNGSU.

The corners of Jungsu’s lips tightened into a worried frown as he gently rapped on the door of your shared bedroom. Not waiting for an invitation, he nudged the door open just enough to peer inside. The sight that greeted him was one of persistent discomfort. There you were, lying on your side of the bed, your expression etched with visible distress. Your laptop, casting a soft glow in the dim room, played the familiar episodes of your favorite show—one you had practically memorized through countless viewings meant to soothe your troubled emotions.

Jungsu let out a soft sigh, his concern growing with each passing moment. He stepped into the room, the plush carpet muffling his footsteps as he moved towards your side of the bed. Perching himself on the edge, he settled into the space beside you, his presence both reassuring and tender. You kept your gaze fixed on the screen, as though it were the only refuge from the turmoil roiling within.

The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words and unshared burdens. After a few moments, you finally turned your head to meet his gaze, a weary sigh escaping your lips. Jungsu’s heart ached at the sight of your frustration and weariness. “I ordered takeout,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper as if afraid to shatter the fragile calm. “It’s your favorite.”

He noticed the fleeting flicker of interest in your eyes, a brief spark that was quickly extinguished as you turned back to the screen with a frown. “I don’t want to eat right now,” you murmured, your tone resolute and final, leaving no room for negotiation. The firmness of your refusal stung, and Jungsu could only nod in resignation. He sighed once more, his shoulders slumping slightly as he retreated from the room, leaving you to your solitude.

For nearly a week now, this had been your reality—an ongoing struggle that Jungsu could only partially grasp. Despite the year you had been together, he had never seen you like this before. He understood that adapting to sudden changes was particularly challenging for you, especially when they disrupted the routines that provided a semblance of stability. The day you had called him from work, sobbing uncontrollably while locked in the bathroom, was seared into his memory. You had told him about your old manager’s abrupt departure and the arrival of a new, unfamiliar face. The sudden shift was more than you could handle, especially when your new manager refused to accommodate the adjustments necessary to make your work environment bearable.

As the days went on, the pressure became insurmountable. Each day, you returned home to face the aftermath of panic attacks you had kept at bay and to collapse into bed, seeking solace in the comfort of a show that could no longer ease the heaviness you carried. The joy and relief it once brought you were now overshadowed by a pervasive numbness, a stark reminder of the emotional toll that had become all too familiar.

Jungsu’s heart ached with the weight of your struggle, and though he sympathized deeply with your plight, it did little to quell his worry. He remained steadfast in his resolve to support you through this storm, even as he grappled with the helplessness of seeing you so diminished. Each day, he hoped for a glimmer of recovery, a sign that the storm within you might begin to abate. But for now, he could only offer his silent presence and unwavering support, waiting for the day when you would once again find your way back to the light.

Jungsu was grappling with uncertainty about how to pull you from the depths of your distress, but a sudden spark of inspiration ignited within him as his gaze fell upon the television in the living room. Resolute to offer you a sliver of comfort, he began a frenzied quest to transform your shared space into a sanctuary of solace. For the next half hour, he darted around the apartment, arms laden with an assortment of blankets, comforters, and pillows—each one a small testament to his unwavering determination.

With every trip in and out of the bedroom, his expression was a mixture of earnest concentration and quiet determination. You watched with a blend of curiosity and amusement as he repeatedly entered the room, his movements a flurry of purposeful activity. At one point, he even attempted to gather your collection of stuffed animals, struggling under the weight of their collective softness as he staggered out, his focus unbroken by your gaze.

The sounds of his labor—the shuffling of furniture, the occasional grunt of exertion—filled the space, drawing your attention away from the show you had paused. You listened intently, your curiosity piqued by the rhythmic clamor of activity. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bustling, Jungsu reappeared in the doorway of your bedroom, his face illuminated with a blend of triumph and excitement. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, catching the soft light of the nightstand lamp as he panted, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

“Baby,” he called out, his voice breathless but laced with an infectious enthusiasm. His hands rested on his hips, a gesture of pride and anticipation. “Can you please come out? I made something for you, and I think you’re really going to like it!”

Despite the storm of emotions swirling within you, the sight of Jungsu’s eager, childlike gleam in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings. Intrigued and touched by his effort, you pushed yourself up from the bed, the pull of his unwavering support more compelling than the urge to remain cocooned in your sanctuary. He extended a hand towards you, which you accepted with a grateful smile, allowing him to guide you toward the living room.

The transformation that greeted your eyes as you entered the living room took your breath away. The coffee table, once a fixture in the center of the room, had been pushed to the far wall. In its place stood a grand fortress, a whimsical creation of mismatched blankets and comforters meticulously draped and layered into a cozy haven. Strings of Christmas lights peeked through the folds, their gentle glow casting a warm, ethereal light that danced across the room. The television, positioned just in front of the fortress’s entrance, was primed to play your favorite show, a comforting familiarity in its soft glow.

As you inhaled deeply, the fragrant aroma of your favorite meal wafted towards you, a final touch to the heartwarming scene. Overwhelmed by a wave of gratitude, tears threatened to spill as you turned to embrace Jungsu. Your arms wrapped around him tightly, your body shaking slightly with the emotion you struggled to contain.

Jungsu chuckled softly, his arms enveloping you in a hug that was both firm and reassuring—just the way you liked it. “Is this okay?” he asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper as you pulled back to look at him. The tears in your eyes glistened with a profound appreciation as you nodded vigorously, your voice wavering with emotion. “This is perfect, Jun,” you managed to say, your voice cracking slightly. “It looks exactly like how my grandmother used to do it when I was upset as a child.”

Jungsu’s smile widened, his satisfaction evident in the warmth that radiated from him. As you turned and practically bounded towards the fortress, a trail of contented giggles followed in your wake, each sound a balm to his worried heart. The sight of your joy, so vividly reflected in your laughter, made his heart flutter with a tender affection that seemed to encompass the entire room.

곽지석 ── KWAK JISEOK.

The outdoor market was a vibrant tapestry of colors and sounds, alive with the energy of families and couples weaving through stalls brimming with fresh produce and handcrafted jewelry. The air was thick with the mingling scents of spices, flowers, and street food, a cacophony of sensory delights that usually set your heart racing with excitement. But today, the thrumming pulse of the market felt more like a storm brewing on the horizon. 

You had been standing in front of a stall, fingers lightly tracing the delicate patterns of handmade trinkets when a sudden influx of noisy tourists swarmed around you. The once-open space now felt suffocating as their loud voices clashed against one another, creating a wall of sound that made it impossible to think clearly. The proximity of strangers pressed too close, stealing the breath from your lungs and sending your heart into a frantic rhythm. You glanced around, searching desperately for Jiseok, who had been right beside you only moments ago, but the crowd swallowed him up, leaving you feeling isolated and vulnerable.

As your anxiety began to claw its way to the surface, your body responded in familiar, desperate ways. Your fingers found their way to your hair, twisting and pulling at the strands as if they might tether you to something solid. Your leg bounced uncontrollably, tapping out an erratic rhythm on the cobblestones beneath you. The sharp sting of your nails digging into your palms became the only thing anchoring you, yet it also edged you closer to a breaking point that felt terrifyingly near.

It felt like an eternity, but finally, Jiseok emerged from the crowd, his eyes immediately locking onto you with a mix of relief and concern. He didn’t need to ask what was wrong—he could see it in the way your body had tensed, in the rapid, shallow breaths you struggled to control. Without a word, he reached out, gently but firmly taking your hands in his, halting the destructive cycle of pulling at your hair and digging into your skin. He interlaced your fingers with his, grounding you with the warmth of his touch.

"Hey, let's get out of here for a bit," Jiseok's voice broke through the chaos, a soothing melody that cut through the overwhelming noise around you. He didn’t wait for a response; instead, he drew you close, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your head against his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat against your ear was a familiar comfort, a lifeline in the middle of the storm.

Guiding you through the press of bodies, Jiseok kept you close, his arms a protective barrier against the world that had become too much to bear. His grip tightened slightly, applying the firm pressure that always seemed to calm your racing thoughts. "Look, we can go there for a little bit," he murmured, nodding towards a small park that sat like a hidden gem amidst the market’s frenzy. The greenery promised a respite, a quiet place to breathe again.

But it wasn’t the park that brought you solace—it was Jiseok himself. The vibration of his voice against your back as he spoke, the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat, and the warmth of his embrace all worked together to gently pull you out of the whirlpool of anxiety that threatened to drag you under. As he continued to speak, his words becoming a soft, mindless ramble meant only to distract, you could feel the storm inside you begin to subside. Your heartbeat, once wild and erratic, slowly began to sync with his, finding a steadier, calmer pace.

As Jiseok gently guided you through the bustling market, his hand remained a steady presence on your shoulder. Every so often, he would give a gentle squeeze, three soft pulses of reassurance—a silent code you both had established for moments like these, where words seemed to dissolve into the fog of your anxiety. It was his quiet way of asking, "Are you okay?" The simple gesture, familiar and comforting, anchored you amidst the swirling chaos. 

In response, you reached up to grasp his forearm, fingers curling around his warmth as you squeezed twice, signaling back, "I'm better." The exchange was small, but it spoke volumes—a tender conversation held in silence, where no words were necessary, just the understanding between two souls who had learned to navigate these storms together.

The noise of the market gradually faded into the background as Jiseok led you to the park. Here, the world softened, with the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze and the distant murmur of others who had also sought sanctuary from the market's overwhelming energy. The park felt like a refuge, a place where the intensity of the outside world couldn't quite reach you. Jiseok spotted a secluded bench beneath the shade of a large, ancient tree, its branches stretching out like a protective canopy. The dappled sunlight danced through the leaves, casting a soothing pattern on the ground, and the bench offered a quiet place to rest, away from prying eyes and the relentless pace of the market.

Once seated, Jiseok remained close, his presence a calming force beside you. Your breath, which had been shallow and quick, began to slow as you settled into the quiet of the park. Jiseok's fingers found their way to your hair, gently playing with the strands in a tender contrast to the earlier harsh tugging you had subjected them to. The soft rhythm of his touch was a balm, easing the lingering tension in your body. His other hand rested on your thigh, grounding you with its comforting weight.

He spoke in a low, soothing tone, his words a gentle caress to your frayed nerves. "We can leave whenever you're ready," he suggested, his gaze drifting out to the serene view of the park, "Maybe we can grab some food and cuddle at the dorm. I'm sure the members won’t mind. I’ll kick Seungmin out of our room if I have to; he’ll just have to suck it up."

As the tension within you began to melt away, you found yourself repeating the last few words of his sentence—a familiar and comforting habit, a happy stim that signaled your return to a place of calm. "...have to suck it up," you echoed, your voice lighter now, carrying the trace of a smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

Jiseok chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm, wrapping around you like a blanket of comfort. He squeezed your hand gently, checking to ensure your nails were no longer digging into your palm. "That's my favorite sound," he teased, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he grinned at you, his love evident in the gentle curve of his smile.

This shared moment of lightness, of humor, further dispelled the remnants of your anxiety. In his presence, you were reminded that you didn’t have to face these moments alone—that even in your most vulnerable states, Jiseok was there, offering his unwavering support and love. The park, with its serene beauty and the quiet strength of your bond, became a haven where you could breathe again, surrounded by the safety of his embrace.

오승민 ── OH SEUNGMIN.

JYP Entertainment hosted an exclusive and lavish party at a luxury hotel, where the atmosphere blended the grandeur of celebration with the intimacy of a private gathering. Unlike the typical public events, this one was strictly by invitation, creating a sanctuary for idols to bring their partners, friends, and families without the constant pressure of cameras. The setting was resplendent, with elegant decor that reflected the significance of the occasion.

The entertainment options catered to a variety of tastes. In one corner, a live band played soft jazz, filling the room with soothing melodies. Nearby, a DJ spun upbeat tracks, enticing those who wanted to dance. For the more playful guests, a karaoke setup allowed for uninhibited fun, and a photobooth adorned with glittering lights stood ready to capture the night’s memories. A gourmet buffet stretched along one side of the room, offering an array of international cuisines, the rich aromas mingling with the laughter and chatter that filled the air.

Despite the festive atmosphere, the constant flashing of lights and the relentless pulse of the music began to overwhelm you. This was your first time attending an event of this magnitude, and though you had agreed to come because of the way Seungmin’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the thought of sharing this moment with you, the environment soon proved too much. Even as you admired him, his figure so striking in the finely tailored suit that accentuated his lean, muscular build, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the grand room was closing in on you. Your hands trembled despite your best efforts to maintain composure, and a cold sweat began to form along your hairline.

You stole a glance at Seungmin, who stood a short distance away, his face illuminated with genuine joy as he engaged in animated conversation with his bandmates and senior idols from the company. They were discussing the future direction of their music, reminiscing about their journey since debuting, and Seungmin’s laughter rang out, a clear sign that he was fully immersed in the moment. For a brief second, you hoped that his distraction would allow you to slip away unnoticed, just for a moment, to calm the rising tide of anxiety within you.

The party, though well-intentioned, was far beyond your comfort zone, and the sensory overload was beginning to take its toll. You needed to escape, to find a quiet space where you could breathe without the weight of the world pressing down on you. But as you discreetly made your way to the bathroom, seeking refuge from the overwhelming stimuli, Seungmin caught sight of your retreating figure. 

Unbeknownst to you, Seungmin had anticipated the possibility of you feeling overwhelmed in such a busy atmosphere. Understanding how easily you could be overstimulated, he had made sure to pack your well-loved noise-canceling headphones in the expensive messenger bag his stylist had provided. As soon as he saw you slipping away, his concern for you took precedence over the conversation, and he politely excused himself, following you to the bathroom.

Upon entering the lavish bathroom, Seungmin offered a polite bow and murmured apologies to the few occupants before your shallow breathing caught his attention. He quickly moved to stand outside the stall where you had taken refuge. 

"Love? It's me," he called softly, his voice gentle and soothing, careful not to startle you in your vulnerable state. Inside the stall, your hands clenched in a futile attempt to stop their violent trembling as you struggled to steady your breathing. 

Seungmin reached over the door, his hand holding the familiar headphones — a lifeline in the storm of your frenzied thoughts. "I thought you might need this," he murmured. 

You reached up and snatched the headphones, the urgency in your movements reflecting the desperation you felt. As you placed them over your ears, the chaotic world outside was mercifully muted. The overwhelming cacophony faded, replaced by the comforting silence you had so desperately needed. Finally, you could breathe again, the noise-canceling barrier providing a sanctuary where you could begin to reclaim your peace.

You were immensely grateful for Seungmin’s patience, relishing the brief respite as you took a few moments to catch your breath. The bustling noise of the party seemed to fade into the background, creating a cocoon of calm around you. Just as you began to steady yourself, your phone vibrated in your hand — a text from Seungmin, despite him standing right outside the bathroom stall. His name illuminated the screen, and a calming wave of relief washed over you, your erratic heartbeat finding a more measured rhythm.

Seungmin understood that in moments like these, communication through text would be the most comforting method. The message on your screen read, Feeling any better? 

Your fingers, still slightly trembling, moved to reply. A lot better, thanks to you. Everything just became a little too much for me. 

The reply came almost instantaneously, and you noticed how the tight, claustrophobic feeling had dissipated. I’m glad I thought of bringing the headphones. Why didn’t you tell me though? The words on the screen seemed to convey a trace of concern, as though you could almost see the frown forming on his lips as he awaited your response.

A pang of guilt pierced your heart. You knew Seungmin would have dropped everything to help you if only you had spoken up. But you didn’t want him to worry or to spoil such a significant night. I didn’t want to ruin such a big night. I thought I would be able to handle it...until I couldn’t anymore. You sent the message with a sigh, already anticipating the comforting words that would follow. 

Baby, these parties mean nothing compared to your well-being. You didn’t ruin anything, I promise. A warm smile tugged at your lips as you read his soothing words. 

Moments later, another text from him appeared. Do you want to stay here for a bit, or would you like me to take you somewhere quieter? 

Relief flooded over you as you replied, Can we stay here for now? I don’t want to go back out yet. 

Of course. Do you want to let me in? The offer was genuine and well-intentioned, but it made you feel uneasy. 

You texted back, No. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can handle being touched or having anyone at close proximity right now...sorry. 

Hey, I get it. I’ll just stay here until you’re ready to come out.

Seungmin settled in by the door of your stall, his presence a reassuring anchor in your storm of anxiety. Leaning against the door, he continued to text you intermittently, checking in without overwhelming you. Despite the guilt that gnawed at you for keeping him away from the main event, you found solace in the sight of his polished shoes peeking out from beneath the stall door. His calm and patient demeanor provided a sense of security, a reminder that he was there for you while respecting your need for space.

To lift your spirits, Seungmin sent small jokes and snippets of gossip from the party, aiming to lighten the mood without pushing you too far. His thoughtful gestures made the wait more bearable. When you finally felt ready to emerge, you texted him, signaling that you were prepared to leave the bathroom. Seungmin maintained a respectful distance as he guided you out, his focus on ensuring your comfort. He stood by your side, a steady presence as you stood by the bathroom sinks, allowing you to regain your composure.

As you began to feel more at ease, your heart soared when Seungmin gently pulled you closer, swaying with you to the rhythm of a slow song that was apparently playing at the main party. The music and his embrace melded together in a soothing harmony, offering a sense of peace and connection that made the night’s earlier chaos feel like a distant memory.

한형준 ── HAN HYEONGJUN.

You and Hyeongjun had been together long enough to know that your bond was more than just a fleeting connection—it was a deeply rooted love, a steadfast commitment that had withstood the test of time. The idea of moving in together had always felt like the natural progression of your relationship, a step that would solidify the foundation you had built together. The thought of creating a home, a sanctuary where your love could continue to blossom, was a dream you both held close to your hearts. 

After months of searching, of walking through countless doorways in hopes of finding the one that felt right, you finally discovered a small, charming apartment nestled in a quiet neighborhood. It was perfect in its simplicity, a place that felt like it could become your own little haven away from the world. The moment you stepped inside, hand in hand with Hyeongjun, you could almost see the future unfolding before your eyes—a future filled with love, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

However, as thrilling as this new chapter was, the journey to get there was anything but easy. The excitement that buzzed in your chest was often tempered by the looming dread of packing up your lives and making the transition into this new space. Despite the weeks you had spent mentally preparing, gathering boxes, and organizing your belongings, the reality of the task ahead felt overwhelming once the packing began in earnest. The room that had once been your sanctuary, a place of comfort and familiarity, now looked as though it had been ravaged by a chaotic whirlwind. The bed, once a cozy nest of warmth, was buried beneath a patchwork of clothes—some folded neatly, others discarded haphazardly in the frenzy of sorting. Your once-tidy shelves had succumbed to disorder, with books that had been carefully arranged now lying in disarray, their pages splayed open as if they, too, were crying out for the order that had been lost.

Boxes were strewn across the floor, some half-packed, others overflowing with belongings that seemed to resist categorization. Trinkets and mementos from your relationship and childhood, tokens of memories that had shaped you, were scattered across every available surface. The room had become a chaotic testament to your inability to start a task and see it through to completion, the once-organized process now devolved into a mess that mirrored the storm of emotions brewing within you.

As you stood in the center of the chaos, trying to take it all in, the room seemed to close in on you. The sheer magnitude of the task at hand made your head spin, and the weight of the change—of leaving behind the familiar to step into the unknown—pressed down on you like a heavy blanket, smothering you with a growing sense of panic. Your breaths came in shallow gasps, your chest tightening as the reality of what lay ahead threatened to overwhelm you entirely. You felt frozen, trapped between the urge to curl up on the floor and the fear of succumbing to the full-blown panic attack that you could feel building inside you.

In that moment, the dream of a shared home, of a future filled with love and laughter, felt impossibly distant, overshadowed by the immediate reality of the overwhelming chaos that surrounded you.

Hyeongjun had been meticulously packing utensils in the kitchen, each clang and clatter a small, careful note in the symphony of your impending move. The rhythm was comforting in its predictability, a soundscape of progress amidst the chaos. But it was the sudden, uneven hitch in your breathing that cut through his focus like a knife. The familiar, faint tremor in your breath sent his instincts into overdrive. He abandoned the half-filled box without a second thought, his concern drawing him swiftly to the doorway where he paused, eyes immediately searching for you. The room’s disarray only served to heighten his worry, but it was the look on your face—pale, strained, eyes wide with the first signs of panic—that sent him rushing to your side.

His presence was immediate, solid, a tether in the storm of your thoughts. His hands hovered just above your trembling frame, a question in the tension of his fingers, as if even the act of touching needed your permission in this fragile moment. His voice, calm and steady despite the urgency he felt, broke the silence, "Touch or no touch?" It was the question he always asked, a gentle reminder that he was there, ready to offer exactly what you needed.

Your throat tightened, the pressure of unspoken fears constricting your ability to breathe freely. It took a moment, but you managed to force the words past the lump of anxiety, your voice barely above a whisper yet laced with raw desperation. "Touch, please. Hard." The plea was met with immediate action. Hyeongjun closed the distance between you in an instant, his arms wrapping around you with a firm, reassuring pressure that felt like a lifeline. He pulled you close, your face pressed into the warm, solid comfort of his chest, as if he could shield you from the overwhelming chaos that threatened to consume you.

His embrace was everything you needed—strong, grounding, enveloping you in a cocoon of safety. His hands moved over your back, each squeeze purposeful, designed to remind you that you weren’t alone in this moment. The weight of his arms anchored you, offering a physical connection that countered the spinning in your mind. As you struggled to sync your breathing with his, he guided you gently, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, coaxing your frantic gasps to slow. The familiar scent of him—warm, comforting, like home—began to permeate your senses, grounding you further with each breath.

Hyeongjun understood you in a way no one else did. He knew how deeply change unsettled you, how even the most exciting transitions could unearth old anxieties that clung like shadows. This move, this beautiful step into a shared future, was something you had both yearned for, yet the enormity of it was daunting, and he recognized that. 

Still holding you close, he gently guided you to the edge of the bed, never loosening his protective grip. His voice, soft and steady, filled the space between your breaths. He began to speak, his words a soothing balm, painting a picture of the memories he hoped to create with you in your new home. 

He spoke softly of lazy Saturday mornings, where the two of you would linger in bed, wrapped in each other’s warmth as the world outside moved on without you. He painted a picture of sunlight streaming through the windows, casting golden hues across the room as the smell of fresh coffee filled the air, mingling with the comforting scent of your shared space. He imagined those moments when you would shuffle into the kitchen, still half-asleep, to find him waiting with a mug in hand and a soft smile on his lips. The day would stretch out before you, unhurried and serene, a canvas for whatever simple joys you decided to indulge in. 

He envisioned quiet evenings in the living room, where the two of you would sit side by side, your legs tangled together as you watched movies, your laughter or quiet conversations filling the room. Or perhaps, he mused, there would be nights where no words were needed—where you’d simply sway to the rhythm of music only the two of you could hear, dancing slowly in the dim light of your cozy space. Those were the moments he looked forward to, where nothing else mattered but the gentle pulse of your love, a steady, comforting presence that would fill the apartment with a sense of belonging.

He spoke of the laughter that would echo through the kitchen as you experimented with new recipes, each attempt a delightful adventure, whether it ended in culinary success or a flour-covered mess. The thought of you animatedly talking about bees, your special interest, brought a tender smile to his face. He was excited to hear you ramble on about your latest findings, to listen to your voice light up with passion as you shared the intricacies of something you loved so dearly. For him, the simple joy of coming home to you after a long day, of seeing your face light up when you saw him, was a treasure beyond words. It was in these everyday moments, he believed, that the true beauty of life together would unfold.

Each word he spoke was a delicate thread, weaving a tapestry of the life you would build together—a life rich in love, comfort, and endless moments of shared happiness. As he continued to paint this picture with his words, you felt the tightness in your chest begin to ease, the panic that had gripped you slowly loosening its hold. The overwhelming mess that surrounded you, while still daunting, no longer felt like an insurmountable mountain. 

When he offered to help you pack your bedroom, it wasn’t just the task at hand he was addressing—it was the unspoken promise that you wouldn’t have to face any of it alone. With Hyeongjun by your side, you knew that no matter how overwhelming the process might seem, you would get through it together. The future you were moving toward, though filled with uncertainties, was also brimming with the promise of love, and that was more than enough to keep you going.

이주연 ── LEE JOOYEON.

Since childhood, Saturdays had been your sacred ritual, a cherished time when you sought refuge in the comforting embrace of your favorite internet cafe. Nestled on a tranquil street near your home, this digital sanctuary had become your second haven. The space was a dimly lit enclave, bathed in warm amber hues that softly illuminated rows of screens and keyboards. The gentle hum of cooling fans and the rhythmic clatter of keys created a soothing symphony of focused activity. The walls were adorned with neon posters of popular games and vibrant advertisements for energy drinks, their colors shimmering and pulsing with the memories of countless gaming sessions. Each desk bore the marks of countless hours spent in virtual worlds, with personal touches and signs of frequent use that told stories of dedicated gamers. The chairs, worn and comfortable, had molded to fit their occupants perfectly.

The employees, who had long grown accustomed to your weekly visits, had come to appreciate your presence. They reserved a specific PC for you, tucked away in a semi-secluded corner you had claimed as your own years ago. This desk, bathed in the soft, reassuring glow of your screen, was where you felt most at ease, completely immersed in the digital adventures you embarked upon. The ritual of arriving, settling in, and losing yourself in your chosen game was a comforting certainty, a bubble of predictability in a world that often felt overwhelming.

However, recently, this cherished routine had been disrupted by a new and vibrant presence. Jooyeon, as you would eventually learn, was the boy whose frequent visits began to unsettle the calm monotony of your Saturdays. His arrival was like a burst of vivid color and exuberant energy crashing into your serene haven. The air would come alive with his boisterous laughter and animated conversations with friends, his presence a dynamic contrast to the quiet you had grown accustomed to.

Despite this disruption, you found yourself surprisingly receptive to the change. Jooyeon, with his strikingly handsome features, was impossible to overlook. His mischievous grin, ever-present and wide, seemed to illuminate the room as if he were the very essence of playful charm. Dressed in soft, well-worn hoodies paired with relaxed jeans, and with his shoulder-length hair cascading like a dark, flowing waterfall, he exuded an effortlessly cool demeanor. His interactions with friends and his choice of games created a vivid contrast against the backdrop of your reserved routine, adding an unexpected layer of excitement to your once predictable Saturdays.

There were moments when, despite your best efforts to stay focused on your own game, you would catch fleeting glimpses of him from the corner of your eye. You tried to remain unobtrusive, but Jooyeon's unabashed enjoyment of the popular games he was engrossed in was impossible to ignore. The occasional flicker of movement or the burst of his distinctive laughter would effortlessly draw your gaze, breaking through the veil of your concentration.

On one particular Saturday, Jooyeon’s frustration had reached its zenith. After what felt like the hundredth defeat in his solo game, he dramatically slumped back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head in a gesture of surrender. His eyes, alight with a mixture of defiance and amusement, wandered towards your screen, where you were deeply immersed in a particularly demanding quest. As you navigated through the game with meticulous keystrokes, Jooyeon’s gaze lingered on you, an unspoken challenge mingling with curiosity that sent a flutter through your heart.

Despite the distraction of his intense scrutiny, you managed to achieve a hard-fought victory, leveling up with a triumphant flourish on your screen. The soft hum of intrigue that escaped Jooyeon’s lips prompted you to finally look up, your heart racing as you became acutely aware of the flush warming your cheeks. Jooyeon’s grin remained undiminished, his eyes sparkling with an affectionate, teasing light. After a moment of shy silence, his laughter bubbled forth, a soft, infectious sound that seemed to fill the space between you. His amusement wrapped around you like a playful embrace, acknowledging the unspoken connection that had quietly woven itself into the fabric of your Saturday rituals.

When he finally spoke, his voice was a low murmur, meant only for you to hear. “I heard that game is pretty good. Do you mind if I join?” The simple invitation opened the door to a new, intimate connection. From that moment on, Saturdays transformed into a shared adventure, where you and Jooyeon would indulge in games together, swapping playful jabs and cracking jokes. The hours spent with him became the highlight of your week, and the growing affection you felt for him added a layer of significance to each interaction. You found yourself seeking ways to show him how much he meant to you.

Noticing his habit of picking at his skin whenever he was stressed or anxious, you returned the following week with a thoughtful gift: a textured, silicone stress ball from your own collection, designed to help him redirect his nervous energy without damaging his skin. On another occasion, as you patiently waited for him to clear a level in a game you were both playing, you couldn’t help but be charmed by the expression of concentration on his face. Without fully thinking through your words, you blurted out, “You have this cute habit of pouting when you’re really focused. It’s kind of distracting, but in a way that makes me want to keep watching.” The sudden boldness of your words left you both blushing, but Jooyeon’s shy attempt to hide his wide smile made the moment feel worth the slight embarrassment.

When Jooyeon revealed that he was an idol, the bassist for the rock band Xdinary Heroes, you found yourself spending the entire week immersed in his music and learning everything you could about him. By the time Saturday rolled around again, you were eager to confess your newfound knowledge. As he settled into his usual seat beside you, you said with a grin, “I was thinking about you so much that I ended up reading every article, watching every video, and listening to every song from your band. I have so many questions about you guys!” The sight of Jooyeon’s typically casual demeanor giving way to shyness, while his grin widened, was heartwarming. He eagerly entertained each of your questions, his enthusiasm is infectious as ever.

Finally, on one late evening, as the employees of the internet cafe gently nudged you both towards the exit, you lingered outside, a smile playing on your lips. Turning to Jooyeon, you said softly, “I really like spending time with you. You make my brain feel all fizzy, like I’ve had too much caffeine, but in a really good way.” 

To your surprise, he chuckled lightly and replied, “Okay, so, I don’t usually say stuff like this, but...whenever I’m with you, it’s like my brain gets all tangled up in butterflies and excitement. I really like spending time with you, too.”

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okay i promise this is the last one for know since i know your requests are piling up😭

it’s a bit of a change of pace from what i usually ask for, but would you be comfortable writing a small ot6 reaction of how the heroes would be with an autistic/adhd partner?

like how they’d react to their stims or going on and on about their special interests? maybe helping them when they experience sensory overload or burnout? how they react to that autistic rizz😎

i saw on your “about me” page that you also have audhd, so i know i can trust you with this topic. and as you know i’m moving back home from another country, and i really struggle with transitioning, so these new couple weeks are going to be so mentally and physically exhausting.

again, only if you’re comfortable writing it!! i know mental disabilities aren’t the easiest topics to talk about, let alone write about!!

okay i promise i’m done for now. sending lots of love🫶🫶

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This was genuinely such a pleasure to write 🥹 I can't even explain how soft this made me as I was proofreading it, I love it so much 💕 I do have to preface the fact that the way I decided to portray AuDHD in these pieces is mostly similar to the way it presents in me, but of course, not everyone's AuDHD looks the same! Still, I tried to keep it as relatable as I could. I especially dedicated Junhan's part to you, so I hope it brings you some kind of comfort during these hard times 🥺🫶

I won't even lie, I don't think I've ever really written something like this before, so it was kind of a head-scratcher for me for a little bit while I tried to figure out how to approach it because like you said, it can be quite difficult to talk/write about disabilities in general (and we all know that ADHD and autism are just one big spectrum, so it makes it just a little more complicated). But I'm actually really happy with how it came out, and it ended up being so self-indulgent and fun, so thank you!

Can I ask by what date you're supposed to have already moved? You don't have to answer, of course, I'm just curious.

SIDE NOTE: I received your message this morning and again, please don't apologize! I seriously completely understand that life is hectic recently, so please — make sure to take deep breaths and rest when you need to, make sure to eat and hydrate yourself for extra strength! That said, thank you for answering my question! I haven't had the chance to really touch it yet, but I have a few ideas that I want to try and see if it fits the vibe I want to go for with the threesome 🤭 ── ( 𝐱𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 )

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And the other day I found an other xdh bingo idk maybe one day I gonna post it.

I have nothing to say…

Just listen to this banger

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! I’m soooooo excited, that just make my day when I saw that!!!!

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This banger is always in my head

Jungsu in Jeju

Jungsu - Cozy/Autumn Moodboard ☾ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒

eu acabei de fazer esse edit e agora eu não consigo mais parar de ver PQ QUE EU FAÇO ESSAS COISAS COMIGO MESMA O JUNGSU NESSA ERA TÃO 🥵🥵🥵

Xdinary Heroes: Get a haircut

Jooyeon: How about no?

「 YOUR PLACE IS EMPTY 🥀࿐ ˊˎ- W. 최범규 」

three. the four propeller knots // 2K WORDS

there's a lot of things you're not quite sure you know of: the reason why you and choi beomgyu parted ways, the person who hacked into your guys' godforsaken shared twitter account from middle school, and the account's password. now it’s up to you and beomgyu to work together and solve the mystery. great... just great.

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BEOMGYU DID NOT NEED YOUR HELP.

Well, he did not.

Not until he got his list of four suspects from you. (He’s gonna pretend that he got it himself.)

And funny enough (for karma to laugh at), Beomgyu’s four leading defendants are his old childhood friends.

Slamming the car door shut with one hand behind his trail, Beomgyu stared up at the two-story residence with no hint of a surprise.

“He still lives with his parents…” He muttered incredulously. “Typical.”

The house was just as he remembered it. Not too grand, not too simple either. A house of two floors layered by the uneven surface of three rooftops at minimum. The plants surrounding it seem to be still taken care of in the good hands of the mother, he presumes. It was like any other house you’d find in the suburban areas of Seoul: a well-shaped and modern clay roof that’s bound to keep you safe from having either too much pour or too much heat. A place of balance.

That feeling alone made Beomgyu want to throw up all over.

Kim Jungsu. 

Former pianist and keyboardist of your childhood band. Arguably main vocalist. Sometimes said the most questionable things with no anticipation from anyone. Also ate his Kit Kat bars very weird. Overall, highly attentive and caring. But—

“The hell are you doing here?”

Beomgyu’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Slowly but surely, he aligns his gaze from the front of the door onto you, straining the smile on his face, narrowing his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing?”

You scoff as you shuffled your way past his frame to ring the doorbell yourself. “Figuring out the password is not your job to do, it’s mine.”

“I’m not here to figure out the password,” Beomgyu huffed, scanning around cautiously as he minimized the volume of his voice. “I’m here to figure out the suspect.” 

“Suspect?” Your eyebrows raise– astonished– before breathing out a satirical laugh at his diehard commitment to absolutely nothing. “Oh please! Tell me more, Scooby Doo!”

The man glared at you, already sick of standing in the midst of presence. He sighed, continuing anyway, “When it was obvious that we had to call the band off, Jungsu still wanted the four of us to stay together.” Beomgyu sealed the top of his lips with his tongue, thinking deeply. “He was strong. Persistent. He didn’t care whatever happened between the two of us, he just needed a band to play with in order to keep on performing. To stay professional.” He air-quotes before looking back over to you.

“Haven’t you ever considered that your old friends would stab you behind your back with the advantage of having something that’s yours?”

“No,” You mutter, “Not until I met you, I guess.”

Beomgyu groaned. Of course you wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about me.”

“Oh! Then tell me what is it about, Beomgyu?” You sneered, your finger having a mind of its own as it effortlessly finds its way back to the doorbell once again. You just wanted to talk with Jungsu, you just wanted to get everything over with. “Because even if I don’t talk to my old friends anymore, even if I may not know them as well—” Your lungs were closing in, and your breath was only racing in desperation to get out. “They would have never left me for dead.” Your eyes were burning, and if tears were an option to water the flames down, then they would have been just as perfect to take siege now. But you couldn't let them. Not in front of Beomgyu. Not like this. “Not Jungsu. Not anyone. Not ever.”

A sudden creak from the front door startled you both.

“Hey, you’re gonna break my doorbell, man!”

Now awake, you peer over to see that the tip of your finger was, in fact, crushed against the front doorbell. You blinked, breath unsteady, and you finally pulled your shaking hand back to the surface of your chest. You glance up at Beomgyu to see him staring back at you with an expression so unfamiliar; his eyes could only stare in immobile stupor, and his mouth was slightly agape, words anticipating to break out— yet what only came was a breath of silence that lingered you both. Not long after the unsettling minute, you and Beomgyu look over to see none other than the house owner himself.

“No way…” And there he was. Kim Jungsu, who stood ice-still at the doorway as he gawked at the sight of you both standing next to each other after God-knows-how-long. “Choi Beomgyu and Y/N L/N… Noooo fucking way!” The man suddenly gasps in excitement, striking the edge of his door.

“Are we getting the band back together?!”

You and Beomgyu said no right away. 

After Jungsu led the both of you to the comforts of his living room, he slumped back on the couch, frowning defeatedly. “I knew it was too good to be true. So then, what are you here for?” He patted down the space next to him as an offer for you both to sit as well. While you were quick to comply, Beomgyu stood perfectly still in his place, leaning against the door frame of the entrance.

“We’re just here to ask you a few questions.” He starts off, but you were quick to jump in with an annoyed huff.

“No, we’re not. Jungsu, do you happen to remember the password of Beomgyu and I’s old twitter account?” 

The man in question scrunched his nose at your inquiry. “Twitter account? What twitter account?”

You blink, stunned. “The… one that Beomgyu and I made back in middle school. We would always post there together. I gave… I gave you the password. Did I?”

It was then that Jungsu’s eyes would widen in familiarity, laughing right away. “Oh, that one! I remember! Beomgyu would always tweet cryptic Paramore lyrics.” He fondly chuckles at the small memory, having Beomgyu turn around to roll his eyes. 

You tried your best to suppress a grin, knowing just exactly what your friend was talking about. How could you forget about Paramore? It was the first band Beomgyu's ever introduced you to as kids. After greeting his parents one day when you came over to hang out, you heard him blasting “The Only Exception” from the echoes of his corridors. And when you entered his room, he annoyed you to the brim until you took a photo of the song playing on his laptop because he knew that if he loved it, then so would you. You hated how right he was. “Yeah, we were just wondering if–”

“If you were the one who posted that photo the other day.” Beomgyu steps in, now standing at the other side of the man. His head craned down indignantly, and his eyes were keen sharp.

You frown at the sight, protectively leaning over Jungsu’s side to glare back at the latter. “Beomgyu.” You warn.

Jungsu could only glance between the two of you before raising an eyebrow cluelessly. “Photo? What photo?”

You both avert your gazes to the poor man stuck in the middle. Beomgyu blinked, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You really… don’t know anything?” “Jesus no, I don’t even know the password.” Jungsu chuckles to himself. “How am I supposed to remember the password if I can’t even remember the name of the account itself? You guys used a shit ton of letters.”

Beomgyu fell dead-silent, and you think that humbled him quickly. You fought the urge to laugh, then diverting your attention back to your friend. “Thank you, Jungsu.” That was all the talk you needed. Getting ready to leave, you reach for your bag and keys as you stand up, offering Jungsu a hug.

The male frowned, refusing to move from his seat. “Leaving already? Did you guys eat?”

“I already did– don’t know about him, though.” You glare at Beomgyu, who’s already made way towards the front door. You look back at Jungsu with a smile as grateful as it can be. “Oh Jungsu, you haven’t changed a bit.”

“Neither have you.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a hug you never thought you’d miss so much. He then sighs defeatedly as he guides you out to the front porch. “Well…” Jungsu turns back with an endearing pat on your head. “If you ever need to eat, let me know!”

You chuckled at the parental instincts that Jungsu doesn’t seem to take notice of himself. Backing away, however, you fail to notice that you’ve stepped on your loose shoelace, now tripping over the first flight of stairs. Yelping at the rapid slip-up, you squeeze your eyes shut as you prepare for the awaited collision.

But it never came.

“Hey– watch it!” Beomgyu was holding your waist.

His eyes swiftly darted from your face to your shoes as he shifted you back to the top of the stairs. 

“Your shoes are untied, can’t you think of something right to do for once?” He scoffs before trudging to the front of his car.

Jungsu was quick to grab your hand in comfort, smiling softly at you before going down on one knee to reach for your shoelaces.

Taken aback, you shake your hands in worry. “Oh, Jungsu you don’t have to—“

“Done!” But the latter grins up at you, standing tall once again— and with a little more pride this time.

You glance down to see the way your left shoe was fixed up. “Oh, Jungsu…”

Four propeller knots.

APRIL 27TH, 2012.

“Jungsu, hurry it up already!” You whined, watching as five other classmates jog past you and the 11-year-old boy who was tying his shoes. “We’re only on our first lap of the mile, how did your shoes even get untied!”

“Because you tied them wrong.” Jungsu rolled his eyes irritably. “You only looped them around twice.”

“I always double tie my shoes.” You raise an eyebrow. “What other right way is there to do it?” It was then that Jungsu would grab his two laces as he glanced up at you, grinning knowingly. “Like this.”

The boy ties his first knot, left end over the right, before looping the two loose ends with one another. He then takes his right end and forms it into another loop, pulling it through the left one to make another complete knot. He mirrors the same action but with the right loop and left end this time, to then create a third knot. And finally, Jungsu swaps the bottom right loop with the top left corner, finishing it off with four propeller knots.

You blinked. And stared. Then laughed.

“Oh my god—“ You wheeze out, clutching the pit of your aching stomach. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen!”

Jungsu could only look at you incredulously before taking in a sweet breath of fresh air as he got back on his feet again. As you continue your little fit of giggles, he took this as an opportunity to sprint a few feet ahead of you, making you look… quite stupid, this time.

“The way you took— almost nine minutes—“ You wipe a tear as your palm hit the front of your hard knee. “Just to make some helicopter looking a— Wait. Jungsu? Jungsu! Wait up!” Unbeknownst to you, your shoes were now untied.

After jogging a couple steps forward, you still fail to reach your friend as you take a clumsy step on one of the loose ends of your shoe. You yelp, tripping over yourself before stumbling down onto the pavement of the track. Your skin was on fire, and it was pretty much inevitable that the hit would trigger a nerve that'll make you want to cry (although you had no emotional reason to, odd enough). As you hiss and grab onto the knee that’s now painfully scraped with blood, you hear the light footsteps from what you could assume was your classmate.

To your disappointment, you open your eyes to see those stupid propeller knots once again.

“And that’s why you tie them the right way.”

“You still tie them this way.” You smile wistfully, looking back at your friend.

Jungsu beamed as he nudged your other shoe— that was tied just the same.

“The right way, of course.”