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𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘦-𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 | 방탄소년단 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Jungkook already disobeyed the rules early in the morning. For that, he needs to be punished

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : sub!Jungkook x fem dom!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : short smut with small plot

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : sub!Jungkook, slight nipple play (fem receiving), oral (male receiving), penetration, pet names such as: baby, little one, Kookie, honey

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The sound of birds outside the window eased him into consciousness. It was rare that he was allowed to spend the night, and he knew he'd have to leave soon. But the soft breathing next to him convinced him to stay right where he was, enveloped in the cocoon of sheets and blankets that made up your bed.

You were sleeping on your side, with your back to him. Too tired to think, he rolled to face you. He inched closer, until his chest met your back, and he could feel the contours of your body against his own. The earthy, spiced scent of your perfume wafted its way into his senses, and he sank into the comfort of your aura. He wrapped his arm around your waist. You were a tiny woman; who knew you could hold so much strength and power?

It was a wonderful sensation to feel your body against his own. Jungkook felt as though he couldn't get close enough, despite already holding you in his arms. He bent his arm, and rested his hand on your collarbone. Your skin was softer than silk, and he couldn't help but run his fingertips across your breasts, only barely avoiding your nipples. He heard a breathy, soft moan and almost stopped, but you shifted, pressing your backside against his cock, and any thought of caution left his mind. He brushed his fingers over one of your nipples, nestled his face in the crook of your neck, and kissed you.

Another sleepy moan escaped your lips, and his cock twitched against your ass. He loved pleasuring you, and memories of the night before rolled through his mind. The way you took his cock inside of you, the way you rode him, but especially the way you held him down with nothing more than a word.

He couldn't help himself from pulling you closer to him, firmly pressing his chest to your spine and his hips to yours. He cupped your breast and ran his thumb along your nipple while he kissed and licked your neck. Getting harder with every moment he continued, he began to grind his cock against your soft ass, and moved his hand down towards your pelvis to pull you even closer. His fingers wandered, eventually finding their way to your clit. He circled it slowly, taking his time, and finally touched it lightly, just enough to tease.

The woman next to him, who'd been moaning so soft and sweetly, gasped and bucked her hips against his cock. You were certainly awake, now. But you didn't stop him, and instead started to move in tandem with him, moving your hips against his to create a delicious friction that drove him wild. Jungkook allowed his fingers to abandon your clit, and moved his hand to your inner thigh. He applied a little pressure, and your leg moved with his hand. He lifted your leg up and over his hips, and positioned his cock at the entrance of your soaked pussy.

Before Jungkook could enter you, you grabbed his wrist, and dug your claws in just enough to sting. He froze.

"𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦?“

You released his wrist and pulled away, then turned to look at him. There was a small smirk on your face, and the glitter in your eyes let him know that he was in for a punishment. He'd learned to read your expressions all too well.

"𝘓𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯”

Nervous, but in far too deep to back out now, he obeyed. You rolled over so that you were facing him and bit his neck. You didn't stay there long, though. You ran her fingers down his chest, over his abdomen, and down to cup his balls. Your lips followed, until they brushed across the tip of his cock and he had an irresistible view of your pussy that the mirror gave him.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘒𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦．．．" You lightly licked the tip of his cock. "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩．．．" You swirled your tongue around the head in a circle, then kissed it, opening your mouth just enough to fit a tiny portion of him between your lips. "𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥?“

He moaned in agreement, but that wasn't good enough for you. You bit his inner thigh. "𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱”

"𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘠／𝘯, 𝘺𝘦𝘴．．．"

A breathy, sultry laugh escaped your lips, just before they wrapped around his cock. You licked him while he was inside your mouth, and bobbed your head a little, but only just enough to tease him with the sensation. You released him from your lips, and licked up his shaft, an inch at a time, so lightly he could barely feel it. Jungkook wanted to be inside of you. He needed it. But he knew that he wouldn't convince you to do anything you didn't feel he deserved. And he'd been bad. He accepted his punishment.

You swung your leg over his chest, so that your legs were spread and you were facing away from him, your pussy on full display. Your fingers traveled down your own body to rub your clit, and finally, finally you took his cock down your throat. You moaned around his cock, and took him deeper than usual. The sensation was almost too much, and Jungkook wanted desperately to grab your hips and pull your pussy to his lips. To lick and tease you the way you were teasing him. But he knew you better than that. He knew he could make you cum, that he could make you scream and writhe and completely lose control while he held your hips immobile to his lips, but he also knew you wouldn't give him the chance if he wasn't patient. So he grabbed the sheets with his hands that were so desperate to wander, and bit his tongue to keep it in his mouth.

You moaned again, and began to swing your hips in rhythm with the little circles you were making around your clit, which in turn were in tandem with your strokes on his cock. Your whole body moved as you pleasured yourself on top of him, torturing and teasing him all the while.

"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦, 𝘒𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦?“

"𝘠𝘦𝘴．．． 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦．．．"

You slowly rolled up and off of his abdomen, so that you were kneeling straight up over his now-wet chest.

"𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘮”

Jungkook moaned at the thought, remembering all the times before this that you’d done just that. You lifted your leg and got down on all fours with your ass still facing him.

"𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺”

He sat up and moved behind you, trying desperately to keep his cool. Jungkook ran his hand over your backside, up your spine, and over your shoulder, only to lean down and cup your breast in one hand as he slid inside of you. You were warm and wet, and your pussy clenched tight around his cock as he filled you up. You moaned and twitched; you’d been teasing yourself as much as you’d been teasing him, and you were loving every second of it.

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴”

Moving his hand down to play with your clit, he fucked you as slowly as he could stand. He felt the heat moving its way through his body, felt the pressure building as you began to shake from the pleasure he was giving you. He wanted to obey. He kept himself as calm as he could as he continued to slide in and out of you. Your moans were getting louder and louder, and you started moving with him, driving his cock into you harder and faster. You were so close. He could feel it in the way that your pussy was clenching his cock. You went down to rest on your chest instead of your hands, shuddering, so close to exploding. The difference in the angle was tortuous to endure, but he kept going. You were panting heavily, and could barely speak, but you always told him exactly what you wanted.

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱”

Jungkook knew you were close, he'd been close for too long, himself. He thrust into you, harder and faster, hoping against hope that he'd be able to maintain some semblance of control. You screamed, your body seizing up, and your pussy clenching him in waves as you came, soaking his cock even more. He pumped harder, and finally exploded as deep inside of you as he possibly could, filling you up until your pussy dripped with his cum.

You collapsed onto the bed, and he followed, both of you exhausted. He stared at the ceiling, panting, and trying to recover.

"𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘠／𝘯．．．?“

"𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺．．．" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥， "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵”

— 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹𝘰

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : proud of your new tattoo, you go to pay only to realise you don’t have your purse on you. Luckily the artist accepts all forms of payment

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : tattooist!Geto x fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : smut

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : oral (male + fem receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, spanking/ass grabbing

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"𝘖𝘸! 𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘻!"

You winced as the needle continued the relentless journey across your wrist. Squinting your eyes and puckering your lips, you snapped another selfie with your free hand. You squirmed slightly and jumped as you thumbed your phone, trying to caption "No pain no gain xoxo" across your Instagram account. Your pony tail danced side to side as you gritted your teeth from the dull aching pain of the needle. Your long legs encased in skin tight Levi's rubbed the side of the chair as you squeezed your pink glittered cell phone which constantly chimed an annoying cat meow.

"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬! 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵? 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯!" You squealed in protest. The tattooist gazed at you dully, as he wiped away excess ink with a damp paper towel.

"𝘕𝘰" he replied dryly. Geto, the twenty-five year old who was delivering the cruel artistic torture sat still on his black stool. His leather combat boot pressed down once more on the pedal as you tensed up again. You whimpered softly and managed to take another selfie. This time pushing your lips together and frowning. Geto hoped you didn't notice him shaking his head in disgust.

He had done his fair share of lousy tattoos, but tattooing bratty sorority girls was the worst. "𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘴," he thought. His long thick hair slicked back behind his ears gave him the persona of a 2000’s grunge rocker. Both of his arms were covered in dark colored art, his Black Sabbath t-shirt was ripped at the collar and his jeans were stained with grease. You gazed at him a few times, trying to remember who he looked like, then it finally dawned on you:

"Loki!" You squeaked.

"Huh?" Geto replied wiping your wrist.

"Loki, thats who, from The Avengers! You look just like him!"

"Oh, thanks?" Geto knew who you were talking about, the character from that superhero film on TV. Geto wasn't any sort of villain but he started feeling like one with his gun stabbing multiple needles into your skin for a living.

"𝘖𝘬, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?"

“𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶” you flirted. He grinned and placed his black gloved hand on your forearm as his other hand shaded the rest of the letters. As annoying and prissy as you were, you were drop dead gorgeous. He wondered if you caught him staring at your cleavage flowing over your tank top, or sneaking a peak of your backside through the doorway when you bent over outside to snuff out your cigarette.

As sexy as you were, you weren’t easy to tattoo, this one should've taken an hour, tops. He scheduled you last so he could get your tattoo of "Peace and Happiness," tattooed along your wrist with a few small flowers and a heart. He'd get you out the door in no time so he could go back to his apartment, flip on the soccer game and catch at least the third period with an ice cold beer.

However, your constant stopping for "pain breaks," four phone calls and two smoke breaks later, the game was long over. His part timer left over an hour ago, making sure to flip the outside sign to "CLOSED".

So the two of you where alone, at least until you started up Instagram. Now the whole universe knew you were getting a tattoo at “𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘹𝘰“ Geto couldn't bring himself to rush through the final stages, he never half assed a tattoo, no matter how eager he was to reach the end. He had enough, your squealing and constant squirming was so bad, he started to think about his current career path and wondered if it was even worth it to follow his artistic dream.

"𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦” He thought as he put his machine on the tray.

"𝘖𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘵," Geto wiped the last bits of ink and droplets of blood from your wrist. He poured a few streams of green skin cleaner and patted it dry, "𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬”

"𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰, 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶!“ you bounced up and down. He caught yet another quick glance of your breasts bobbing up and down along to the rhythm of your ponytail.

"𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤” As he put away his extra small jars of ink, a sigh of a relief escaped his mouth. He stretched his back and cracked his knuckles. "𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘻, 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦,“ he muttered to himself.

"𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦? 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰!“ You said while rummaging through your small black leather purse “𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦!“

Geto shut his eyes and started to imagine what the hell the new issue was. His only thought could be you must have forgotten your money. "𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, " he thought to himself.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥! 𝘔𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦!”

Geto shook his head, "𝘜𝘮, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 ₩150 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰," He said while drying his hands.

"𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮"

Five minutes and three different phone calls later, Geto stood motionless in the entrance of his artist area leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He was staring at your frantic form screeching into your phone in the waiting area.

"𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵?" he said sternly.

"𝘐， 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

"𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱’𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴”

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺?“

Geto sighed, "𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺”

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯?"

A slight pause filled the air. Geto sighed, he had a few ideas of his own but he was too annoyed to find you remotely attractive at that moment. Even so what you said next quickly made his throat tighten and legs go weak.

"𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬．．．" you said quietly.

"𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦?” he said sharply.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘮𝘦”

He looked away then scratched his chin, "𝘈 𝘰𝘯𝘦－𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘫𝘰𝘣? 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰”

"𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵”

Geto studied your body, eyeing your slim stomach and long legs, his cheeks grew warm and he started to turn slightly red. His heart beat fast as he blew out a slow sigh.

"𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦" He walked over to you and placed his hand on the small of your back, sliding his other hand into the front of your jeans, under your panties and stroked the softness between your legs. You dropped your purse onto the floor and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You were about to move in to kiss him, but gasped loudly as his middle finger slid into you.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬" you whispered, biting your lower lip as he inched his finger in deeper. He started to walk backwards towards the old dentist-like chair that was now converted to his one and only tattoo throne, the very same chair you had sat on for the past three hours.

He guided you along with his finger still inside you, moving you towards him while stroking his finger in a "𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦" motion. Your legs trembled as his rough palm grazed your clit all while his tattooed finger pressed and swayed inside you. He leaned back onto the counter and slipped his hand out of your jeans. You took his hand and placed his wet finger into your mouth, sucking off your own sweet juices, giggling as he smiled.

He took off his battered t-shirt as you moved your hands across his chest, then down toward his jeans. You eagerly started to unbutton his pants, reaching in through the top of his boxers. A soft groan escaped his lips as your small warm hand clutched his pulsating shaft, his jeans slid down with his boxers as you dropped to your knees and stared at his large erect cock. You put it in your mouth and started to slowly suck.

His hand draped over your ponytail as he leaned against the counter. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut as his cock grew thicker in your small mouth. You moaned softly as you tasted his salty pre-come sliding down your tongue. You bobbed your head faster, slurping his pulsating shaft while spit slid down the corners of your mouth. You stroked his hardness with one hand fast as you rest your wet lips against the tip of his soft head. You gazed up at him with your wanting eyes before sliding him down your throat in one quick motion. He moaned loudly, swearing as his thighs tightened. You took it out of your mouth and gasped, stroking him faster as a trail of spit fell from your chin onto your heaving chest.

He stood you up and lifted off your tank top. He buried his face into your cleavage, kissing your soft skin as he unhooked your white lace bra. He sucked your pink nipples as you offered your tits up for him, whimpering as he gently bit each one. He spun you around and pressed your round ass against his cock, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them slowly off, you slid your shoes off in the process. He grabbed hold of your ass from behind and kissed your shoulders. Walking you over to the chair, he motioned for you to sit.

You fell into the chair, clutching onto the headrest behind you as Geto pressed a button and lowered the back of the chair. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘺?" he asked.

"𝘔𝘮𝘮 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺!" You replied with heavy breaths.

He spread your long legs to each side and slid them over each arm rest. He pulled away your panties to reveal your wet, bare pussy. He pressed his mouth against your pink lips as you let out a cry, running your fingers through his long hair. His warm tongue slid up and down as he squeezed your thighs. He brought your legs together and slid off your damp panties, tossing them across the room.

You now lay naked on the chair as Geto took off his boots and slid his jeans onto the floor. He knelt down against the chair and returned your legs to the arm rests, displaying your glistening wet lips for him to see. He brought his face between your legs and slid his tongue against your softness as he wrapped his rough lips around your clit and sucked.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵” you whimpered and buried your hands in his long thick hair. He pressed his face against you as you pivoted your hips up and down, riding his mouth. He stopped sucking and hoisted you upwards by your ass, penetrating you with his tongue. He fucked you with his tongue as you screamed, rubbing your clit with your own fingers.

He moved back to your clit and sucked harder, sliding his warm tongue up and down as he pushed his middle finger inside your drenched pussy. He pressed against your g-spot as he grabbed a hold of your thigh and pushed you harder against his mouth.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦! 𝘖𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘥!“ You moaned as your legs tightened and your hips trembled, you came hard into his mouth, moaning and squeezing your eyes shut as you ground your pussy onto his finger and pressed your clit hard against his tongue.

You laid on the chair with your eyes shut, your bare chest bobbing up and down as you breathed hard, your legs melted and your pussy tingled. "𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦” you said to Geto, "𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸”

He flipped you over onto the chair and positioned you on your knees and placed your hands on the back of the chair. He brought your legs together and massaged your lower back, watching your thighs sway as you gasped and looked over your shoulder, waiting for his next command.

"𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦," he said to you.

You pushed your ass up and arched your lower back as far as you could, "𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?"

"𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵," Geto replied. He grabbed a hold of his hard cock and slammed it into your aching pussy. You cried out, tightening your muscles, feeling the thickness of his shaft stretching your soft wetness. He pushed hard, gripping your ass as he fucked you with short steady thrusts.

You could feel his cock go deeper with every thrust. You shrieked into the chair, squeezing your eyes shut. The one thing Geto wanted to hear was your high pitched moan, your voice breaking and whimpering with pure sexual ecstasy. He grabbed you by your pony tail and slightly pulled as he pushed his cock deeper inside of you. You lifted your head off the chair and moaned high pitched cries. "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦! 𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘴," you squeaked as he continued to thrust his hard cock into you.

You could feel his shaft grow thicker, while his moans grew into roars as you begged him not to stop. He spanked you and gripped your bouncing cheek tightly as his shaft pulsated inside of you. He pulled out and stroked his shaft, rubbing his hard marble tip against your wet lips, teasing you while you bit down on the chair's headrest. He slid in once more, forcefully pressing deeper, thrusting hard as his black hair fell forward onto his face.

He took out his throbbing cock and wiped his long hair over his head. "𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱," he said. You stood up with trembling legs as he laid down onto the chair, holding his cock upward. You climbed onto the chair and wrapped your legs around him as you pressed your hands down on his chest. You eased your aching pussy onto his cock and slid down, filling yourself up with his hardness.

You swayed back and forth on top of the tattoo artist, grinding him hard, bringing him deeper inside of you. He clasped your bouncing ass with one hand and cupped your swaying tit with another. "𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵" you said, riding him harder.

"𝘊𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬" Geto whispered into your ear. This was all that was needed to send you over the edge. Your lips tightened around his rock hard shaft as you came on top of him, gasping for breath as you squeezed your own tits.

You slid off of him and knelt on the floor in-between his legs, stroking him hard and fast. You stared into his eyes as Geto brought himself up onto his elbows to watch his own throbbing cock which was ready to erupt. You wrapped your soft tits around his shaft and moved them up and down, sliding yourself against him, encouraging him to cum on you. "𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵" you gripped his hardness and slid it into your mouth, slurping and sucking fast.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬!" Geto groaned softly. You took his cock out of your glistening mouth and stroked it fast, guiding it along your soft tits. Hot cum splashed onto your chest, covering your breasts and neck as you milked his cock with your warm hands.

They both stared at each other breathless. Geto smiled as he pushed his long hair back over his ears. "𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺," he said, "𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘬?"

You giggled as you reached for your phone, "𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘺!" You took a picture of Geto, sweat beaded off of his face as he shot up his middle finger in your direction.

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴!" she blurted, "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘴! 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸!"

"𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦" Geto said as he laid back down onto the chair.

—

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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Growing up with Kaeya was… well it was something.

Always being teased and made fun of in a Kaeya kind of way, that’s just how he was － how he showed affection to the people he cared about.

And that was the exact reason you had a hard time believing him every time he brought up his feelings towards you.

Yes, you knew he had a phat crush on you as kids but that’s what always happens right? It’s simple puppy love, something you grow out of.

But not to Kaeya. To Kaeya, it was more than just simple ‘puppy love’. No, it was much more.

So after many years of failed attempts, Kaeya was led to where he was now, talking to a small 10 year old girl dressed in red and eager to help.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘠／𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦?”

And of course Klee would agree to this, anything to help Kaeya out! And so with a simple,

“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺! 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢!“

She set off with a simple task; pass on the mystery box to miss Y/n without any damages or anyone but Klee and Y/n getting a hold of it, that was it.

So why was Klee having such a hard time with this task?

Suddenly paranoid that people would get their hands on the box, Klee had to come up with an idea － something, anything.

This box meant a lot to Kaeya and so she would protect it with everything she had.

Arriving at your doorstep, box in hand, Klee was greeted by your always cheerful face.

“𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘠／𝘯! 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶!“

Thinking nothing was out of the ordinary, you took the box that was handed to you with a confused smile on your face.

“𝘖𝘩? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦? 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?“

You said as you simultaneously open the box only to reveal one of Klee’s Jumpy Dumpties － set to explode.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 Y/n?“

“𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘠／𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹．．．“

“𝘈𝘯𝘥?“

“．．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢’𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥“

Kaeya, now deflated that another romantic confession had gone down the drain, realised the contents of the box weren’t… well, in the box. Before it was damaged at least.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦，𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴?“

And so the girl led Kaeya towards an empty field, nothing in sight but a painfully obvious sign with the words ‘𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢’𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦’ written on the wood.

Kaeya stared on in defeat as he watched Klee dig up the ‘𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦’, feeling nothing but failure.

Maybe this was the universe telling him it wasn’t meant to be after all.

All these failed attempts and what had come of it? An explosion, just as what his heart had felt.

Kaeya trudged back to Mondstadt, items in hand and heart feeling heavy.

All he had expected was to drown his sorrows at Angel’s Share.

But what he hadn’t expected was for you to come waltzing up to him and land a kiss to his cheek.

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 － 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦“

If Kaeya had been confused before, he was even more confused now.

And if it wasn’t for the little girl stood behind you, hands behind her back with a shy smile as she balanced her weight back and forth, he wouldn’t have taken responsibility for this mysterious bracelet.

“𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘴，𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 － 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰“

“𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹？ 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯! 𝘛𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥!“

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?“

—

6：36𝘢𝘮

－𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑶𝒅𝒅𝒔 | Choi San

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

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

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I remember overhearing you wanting to study law.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost.

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

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

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

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

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

Was that what this was to him? Friendly banter?

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

“. . . 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s what made me like him so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨-“

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

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

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

↳ 𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜

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

⇥ *1 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦*

⇥ 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵

↳ 𝙔𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤

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

↳ 𝙔𝙚𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙜

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

⇥ 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨？

↳ 𝙎𝙖𝙣

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

⇥ 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵？

⇥ *1 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦*

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

⇤ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦

↳ 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞

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

⇥ 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦？

⇥ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴？

⇥ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥？

↳ 𝙒𝙤𝙤𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜

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

↳ 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤

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

— 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹𝘰

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