#huening kai imagine

[stayteezdreams]

When they realize they have feelings for you + Confessions {TXT}

Headcanons: When they realize they have feelings for you + Confession Drabbles

Requested By: @thunderous-wolf

A/N: I added on the confessions part myself, hope you enjoyed!

Pairings: Soobin x Gn!Reader; Yeonjun x Gn!Reader; Beomgyu x Gn!Reader; Taehyun x Gn!Reader; Heuning Kai x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Simp!txt. Tickling and a kiss in Yeonjuns. Brief kiss in Kai's Kai's is also a bit angsty.

Total Words: 3.4k

Soobin:

When he was watching you sing.

You had gone out to a karaoke bar, and as you were up singing one of your favorite songs, Soobin was watching closely.

Soobin seemed to suddenly become more enthralled with you than he had ever been before.

His eyes couldn't leave your face, and your voice was all he could hear.

He wasn't paying attention to anything in the room apart from you and the heavy beating of his heart.

He missed Beomgyu spilling his drink on himself, and the way Yeonjun grinned teasingly from ear to ear as he saw Soobin's gaze on you.

You turned back with a smile as you were singing, and you made eye contact with him. He felt butterflies rampage through him as his face grew warm.

Soobin began to pay more attention to how his body reacted when he was around you.

How he would grow nervous when it was just the two of you, or when he would get excited when you arrived, how he would naturally gravitate towards you to be closer.

It became obvious he had developed a crush, but he wasn't sure how long it had really been developing.

But now that he was aware of it, he became a little less confident around you and a bit more shy.

You noticed, how could you not? Not to mention Yeonjun couldn't help but tease Soobin about it, something you overheard when you left the room one day.

Of course you had feelings for Soobin, but you were waiting for him to be more confident in his own feelings.

When he finally was, you were more than ready.

"Y/n"

You turned at the sound of Soobin's voice as he came out of his room, wet tousled hair and towel in hand.

"You're leaving?"

You nodded, "Yeah the other's were heading to bed, I didn't realize it had gotten late."

Soobin glanced at the clock and nodded. Swallowing, he looked back over at you as you slipped on your shoes. He felt annoyed at himself for taking so long in the shower, when he could have had more time with you instead.

"I'll walk you out."

You smiled softly and nodded as Soobin slid on his own shoes and followed you out of the apartment. As you walked towards the elevator, your arms brushed and you felt butterflies fill your stomach.

As the elevator doors shut Soobin suddenly looked over at you, "Are you free tomorrow?"

You blinked in surprise at the sudden question, noticing the nervous swallow Soobin expressed as his eyes darted nervously around your face.

You nodded, "Yeah, why?"

"Uhm...I was wondering if you'd want to go get lunch with me?"

You smiled and Soobin let out a soft breath at the sight. "Sure!"

"Really?"

You nodded happily and he realized you might not understand exactly what he wanted this lunch to be.

He nervously fiddled with the bottom of his shirt "Are you...okay with it being a date?"

Your heart jolted as you bit the inside of your lip lightly, trying to repress a grin as the elevator doors slid open.

You nodded softly as you began to exit the elevator, "I'd be disappointed if it wasn't"

He stared at you in light surprise as he slowly grinned, making you giggle softly.

As he followed you out of the elevator, he scratched the back of his neck, "Did Yeonjun say something to you?"

You hummed, "Yes, but, he didn't have too."

Soobin felt his ears burning as he chuckled, cringing at his own behavior. "I've been pretty obvious recently haven't I?"

You nodded as you chuckled, "Yes, but I'm glad you were, it's cute. And, it made me feel less inclined to hide my feelings."

His breath caught before he grinned at you. Reaching, over he ruffled your hair making you pull away with a giggle as you smacked lightly at his hand.

You grinned at each other for a moment before he looked shyly down at the ground.

"Then it's a date, yeah?"

You nodded, adoring the shy and cute side of Soobin, "Yeah, it's a date."

Yeonjun:

When you were laughing at him.

He had been making a fool of himself to lighten the mood.

And as you began giggling, he felt his grin grow wider.

And as your giggles turned into bubbly laughter, he felt his heart sing and suddenly it was like he was experiencing sunlight for the first time

He had heard you laugh a thousand times, but suddenly, it sounded so new, so different, so perfect.

Suddenly he wanted to do whatever he needed to make you smile and laugh as much as he could.

And if someone else made you smile and laugh? His chest ached with jealousy.

He wanted to bottle up your laughter so he could hear it whenever he wanted, keeping it all to himself.

But he knew that was impossible.

So, he made it part of his daily routine to see or make you smile and laugh at least once.

And anytime you were sad, or sick and couldn't muster a smile or laugh he felt heartbroken.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Yeonjun had a small frown on his face as he leaned his head on the back of the couch, his gaze directed at you.

You watched him silently, waiting for an answer.

He let out a soft sigh, "I'm trying to think of what to do to make you laugh again."

His words brought out a soft smile, but it wasn't enough for Yeonjun. It still held a sadness he wanted to get rid of.

Suddenly moving closer to you, Yeonjun rested his head on the couch again, his face now only a foot away as he gently poked your cheek.

"Not good enough."

You looked at him for a moment before letting out a soft sigh, "I'm just too tired Yeonjun."

He pouted as he recalled the story you had told him. Work was hard, sleep was nonexistent, and your mind never silent.

"I know." He scooted even closer and you felt your heartbeat race a little faster.

He stared into your eyes for a moment before he suddenly began tickling your sides.

You let out a surprised yelp before you started trying to push him away. Before you realized it, giggles were escaping you as Yeonjun grinned proudly.

Smacking his shoulder before pushing him away, your chuckles died down, but your grin remained.

"Okay okay, you made me laugh now stop!"

Reaching forward, he held your face in his hands as his eyes flicked around your face, hesitating on your lips.

"There it is. I missed it." Gently he brushed your cheek with his thumb, "I want to see your smile and hear your laugh every day okay?"

Your heart was beating heavily in your chest as you forgot to breathe.

"Why do you care so much?" You asked in a soft voice.

Yeonjun smile softly as he stared silently at you for a moment. Slowly, he leaned forward, watching you closely to make sure you wouldn't pull away.

You didn't move as his nose brushed yours, and your eyes fluttered closed when his lips pressed gently against yours.

The kiss was soft, and brief, but took what breath you had left away.

When he pulled away he spoke in a soft voice, "Do you understand now?"

Slowly you nodded, before a smile stretched across your face. Yeonjun's own smile brightened at the sight as he caressed your cheek. Vowing to himself that he would always be there to make you smile.

Beomgyu:

When he felt jealous.

You had many friends, male and female, and that had never bothered Beomgyu before.

But as he watched a guy he barely knew wrap his arm across your shoulder, he felt not only protective, but jealous.

Would you let him do that? Would you let him get that close if he tried?

And whats with the bright smile you were giving him? Did you like him? How? Why?

When he learned that you were just close friends, and that he had a partner already, Beomgyu felt relief like he had never felt before.

And that is when it really hit him just how much he had developed feelings for you.

Now he noticed everything you made him feel.

The butterflies when you smiled at him, the shallow breaths when he nervously walked beside you. The way his skin seemed to tingle wherever you touched him.

But the most obvious was the jealousy of anyone or anything taking your attention away from him.

Sometimes he felt childish about his feelings, but other times he knew it was just the desperation of wanting to be with you making itself known.

Beomgyu's chest tightened as he watched the boy smile and flirt with you. He was your friend but it was clear to anyone who had eyes that he was trying to be more.

You knew it as well, and as you tried to push his advances away by hinting that he was just your friend, you felt Beomgyu's eyes burning in the back of your head.

You had noticed Beomgyu's change recently. How he seemed to watch over you more, and how he seemed to grow jealous when your attention was somewhere else.

You hoped it meant that your feelings were now reciprocated, but you were to nervous to find out yourself. Luckily, Beomgyu would make it known himself.

The next awkward smile that graced your face was Beomgyu's breaking point. Rising, he walked over to you and the boy before tapping your shoulder.

As your eyes met his he saw a wave of relief wash over your face as you smiled at him. He gave you a soft smile as his heart pounded in his chest.

"Ready to go?"

He saw the confusion flicker in your eyes as you wondered what he meant.

Beomgyu looked over at your friend and smiled, "Sorry to interrupt, but we have a date."

You did well to hide your surprise as you realized Beomgyu was trying to save you from this awkward situation. You nodded at your friend confirming what Beomgyu said as you rose, "Yeah I'm ready!"

Saying goodbye to your friend you left with Beomgyu. Once away from other's you grinned over at him.

"Was it that obvious that I needed saving?"

Beomgyu laughed, "Only to me."

Your heart fluttered as you continued to walk, "Okay, but now what are we doing?"

He rose his brow, "What do you mean? We're going on a date."

You stumbled over your words for a second and Beomgyu repressed a giggle. "Like...an actual date?"

He nodded "Of course." His voice was soft, obviously nervous as he made his intentions known. "Do you not want to go on a date with me?"

You quickly shook your head, "No I do. I do."

He grinned as he slipped his hand into yours, shyly looking away.

You pressed your lips together tightly as you looked down at your intertwined hands. Cheekily leaning a bit loser to him you whispered, "You know, I realized recently, you're cute when you're jealous."

Beomgyu startled for a second before he began laughing, realizing he really hadn't been that subtle at all.

Taehyun:

When he missed you.

Taehyun had grown so used to you being around that when you were gone, he felt empty.

He looked for you everywhere, waiting for you to appear, waited for a text or call.

When he finally saw your name pop up on his phone screen, his excitement and relief were almost overwhelming.

The way his face would light up with excitement when you entered a room was obvious.

When the other's pointed it out and teased him, he really started to pay attention.

He realized just how much your presence effected him, and how much your absence hurt him.

How much just a little of your attention directed at him made his heart flutter.

Sometimes he felt like a dog waiting for it's owner to get home and he would laugh at himself.

But then you would show up with a bright smile and be happy to see him and he didn't care about anything else.

He had it bad, and he didn't mind at all.

What he did mind was that you didn't seem to notice just how tightly you had his wrapped around your finger.

Taehyun stared at your profile as you scrolled through your phone. He was impatiently waiting for you to pay enough attention to him so he could suggest going out together but you seemed to engrossed with something else.

Without realizing, he let out a sigh loud enough to gain your attention. Seeing you look up at him with a raised brow, he froze.

"Whats wrong?"

Your sudden worry caused his heart to leap as he cleared his throat. "Nothing, just bored."

"Oh." You hummed, "Wanna go do something then?"

Taehyun's heart leapt again as excitement vibrated through him at the realization that you ended up being the one to suggest going out. He nodded happily and you grinned as you turned to face him.

"What do you want to do?"

"Anything." He said happily and you chuckled as you playfully glared at him.

"That's not helpful."

"I'd do anything with you." He felt a jolt of surprise as the words left his mouth involuntarily.

You looked surprised for half a second before you chuckled, "Even if I made you go grocery shopping with me?"

He paused for a second before his cheeks grew warm at the idea of doing something so domestic with you. He smiled softly as he nodded, the sincerity in his gaze causing your heart to skip a beat

You tried your best to ignore the heat rising up your neck, "But isn't that so boring?"

He hummed thoughtfully before he shook his head, "We could make it fun."

You let out a soft laugh in agreement, "Yeah, we could."

He stood up, "Lets go then!"

"Wha- no" you laughed. "I don't actually need to go grocery shopping it was just an example."

"Oh." Taehyun had a small pout and you felt your heart flutter.

"Do you...want to go grocery shopping?"

He thought for a second before nodding softly, "Now that you talked about it, I want to do it."

You bit the inside of your lips, "Alright, I'm sure I can think of things I need."

His smile slowly grew as you gave in.

"But, are you sure? We could go do something more, I don't know, exciting?"

He grinned as he started grabbing his stuff, "I want to go shopping, it'll feel like we're dating." Taehyun paused as he realized he spoke without thinking again.

His eyes locked with yours as you blinked in surprise. "That's why you want to go?"

He swallowed nervously, his eyes wide in trepidation. "Uhm..."

You watched him for a second before a grin broke out on your face. A soft giggle escaping, "If you want it to feel like we're dating then why haven't you asked me out?"

Taehyun opened his mouth in shock before he let out a soft laugh at the amused sincerity in your voice.

"Would you say yes?"

You nodded, repressing a giggle. Taehyun's smile grew as he walked over to you placing his hands on your arms as he stared at you.

"Really?

You giggled and nodded as he felt his heart hammering excitedly. "Then, will you go out with me Y/n?"

You nodded softly, "Yes I will."

Taehyun felt as though he was vibrating out of his skin as he grinned at you. Pulling you into a hug you chuckled as you wrapped your own arms around him, allowing his excitement to radiate through you.

Huening Kai:

When you were taken by someone else.

He hadn't realized he had feelings for you until you announced you were seeing someone.

His heart sank and his chest grew tight.

Why was he so affected? So hurt?

Was it because he might not get to see you as often as before?

Or was it that it wasn't him who was taking you on dates?

Both.

The realization that he had always assumed you two would be together, whether dating or not hit him harder now that you were with someone else.

He distanced himself a bit, heartbroken by losing you before truly realizing how much he wanted you, and you got worried.

Realizing he was hurting you too, he tried to be around more, only causing his feelings to grow, and heartache to worsen as he saw you with another person.

He didn't know that at the same time, you were realizing and feeling the same things he was.

Walking into Kai's room, you knocked softly on the door causing him to look back at you. His eyes widened a bit at the sight of you before he reeled in his feelings.

"What are you doing here?"

You heart ached a little as he asked this, having always smiled happily and accepted your presence without question before.

You cleared your throat as you walked into his room and sat on the edge of the bed. You twiddled with your hands for a moment before you finally spoke.

"I broke up with him."

Kai felt his heart flip as he tried not to show any outward reaction. You noticed the sudden flex of his hands but ignored it.

"You did? Why? What did he do?" Kai rose and sat beside you.

His emotions were reeling between relief happiness, pity and anger. Did he do something to hurt you?

"I just didn't have strong enough feelings for him." You said softly as you looked over at Kai.

Knowing the truth was not just that, but that your feelings could never be as strong as they were for Kai.

Kai stared into your eyes for a second, "So he didn't hurt you?"

You shook your head as you smiled.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I just feel better now telling you." You looked down at your hands shyly, "I missed you."

Kai felt his heart twist and his chest tighten. Guilt rippled through him as he recalled distancing himself from you.

"I'm sorry." He said softly causing you to look back up at him.

You were taken aback by the strong emotion in his face as he gazed at you.

"Why?"

"Because I haven't been around."

"Did you- Was it on purpose?"

He stayed silent, but you saw the guilt cross over his face, answering your question.

"Why? Did you really hate him that much, or-" You hesitated, staring into Kai's eyes for a moment, "Or was it for another reason?"

Kai took in a shaky breath as he slowly inched his hand towards yours. He gently grabbed your fingers, playing with them softly before he spoke, his voice reserved.

"I didn't like him, but- that wasn't the only reason."

You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

"I hated seeing you with someone else. At first I thought it was because I felt like I was losing my best friend, but then... I realized it was because you weren't dating me. It should have been me."

Your heart pounded heavily as you realized your feelings for Kai had been reciprocated after all. You let out a soft sigh and he met your eyes again.

You gave him a soft sad smile. "If I had known I would never have dated him."

"You don't have to pity me."

"No, not out of pity Kai, but because I wanted you to be my boyfriend."

Kai's eyes widened in surprise, "What?"

You nodded softly, "I had waited so long because I wanted to be with you, but - you never seemed to feel the same."

Kai's heart hammered at the realization you felt the same. He shook his head, "I didn't realize until recently just how much my feeling's had changed." He squeezed your hand softly, "But you- you have feelings for me too?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I do."

Kai stared at you for a moment before a smile stretched across his face. Lunging forward he wrapped you in his arms as you fell back onto the bed, laughing.

He held you as he stared into your eyes, his face only an inch above yours. "I'm your boyfriend now."

You let out a short laugh as you rose your brow, "Oh really? Just like that?"

He nodded confidently "Yeah, just like that."

You giggled again as you got lost in his eyes. Slowly, he leaned closer, before pressing a soft lingering kiss to your lips, signalling the beginning of your relationship. Finally.

xx

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[ye0njnne]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Greenlight

0:25- ————|——— -2:10

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍 (𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖣𝗈 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍)

𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1.5𝗄

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ෆ Soobin ෆ

𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖾���𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍-𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍.

𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌�� 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 .

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 - 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗆 - 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍.

"𝖦𝗈𝖽, 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇...” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈.

“ 𝖨... 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌...” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍.𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌.

𝖴𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀.

“𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ,𝖸/𝖭 ..𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽..." 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. "𝖸𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇... 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈..."

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"𝖬𝗆𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽," 𝖸𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗍, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌."𝖦𝗈𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇."

𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝖻 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽.

” 𝖸𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇, 𝗈𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝖨... 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗎𝖻, 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅," 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. "𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄."

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽.

"𝖸𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇 ... 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌.

𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁- 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. “𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒.”

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌.

𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌.

"𝖸-𝖸𝖾𝗌... 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾... 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋-𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖮𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗓𝗒.

ෆ Beomgyu ෆ

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅.

"𝖮𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄!" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎’𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅. “𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝖽.

"𝖮𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾.

𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌. 𝖠𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖼𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒.

𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎’𝗌 𝗍��𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁.

"𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎 …𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾..." 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝖽. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾. "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖡𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅.

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𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋.

𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆; 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 - 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝖲𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇-𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾.

𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗈𝖻𝖾. "𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄," 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, "𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾.

𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒.

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾.

𝖤𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅," 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗓𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌.𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

"𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀." 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

"𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌,𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.” 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇, 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. "𝖦𝗈𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌."

ෆ Huening Kai ෆ

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖧𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖪𝖺𝗂’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 - 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖦-𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 - 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒.

𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

"𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾," 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾.

"𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗐… 𝖦𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄-𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

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[h00nerz]

power up!

pairing: huening kai x fem!reader (+ slight choi soobin x fem!reader)

genre: comedy, fluff, non idol!au, streamer!au

summary: since you started your career as a streamer, you’ve had a massive crush on a bigger creator, choi soobin. in an effort to get close to him, you go to one of his best friends for help winning over his heart. what you don’t know is his best friend has a great big crush on you, and is prepared to foil any attempts you have to get with soobin.

characters: txt, itzy’s ryujin and yuna, skz’s felix, kep1er’s huening bahiyyih and hikaru, lsfm’s eunchae, and more i’m sure.

status: coming soon

warnings: profanities, kms/kys jokes, really stupid people, will add more in individual parts

profiles:

the better dream team 😍

eunchae and friends 👺

tubatu 🗣️

table of contents:

preview

01 — the one where y/n finds her victim

02 —the one where beomgyu loves woman

tag list (open send an ask to join!): @jakeshands @ughsoobin @robinsluva @blaaiissee @hyuk4ngel @yeonboy @naveries @tocupid @mjlasagna @lunaavity @dewyboi @vianna99 @exohclipse @ttyunz @i1l0-n4 @mazeinthemoon @luvsoobs @n0-thisispatrick @arizzu @huckleberrykai @222brainrot @heartsforhyunjin @destairea @owotalks @loveliii @haohyo @cowsmicwu @heavenhannie @beomsbeanie @blamemef0rit @soobhns @haechansbbg @mackjestic @wonioml @alyssajavenss @koala-wonderland @n034sy @tr0p1cal @luvtyunn @iad0ru @forevrglow @snawvie @chaerybae @lunavixia

author’s note: yasss hyuka smau!!! my sweet sweet boy this fic is just gonna be silly and everyone in it will probably be stupid but that’s how all of my smau’s are so who’s really surprised?? anyways i’m not sure when i’ll officially start posting this but join the tag list so you don’t miss it when i do!!

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[wooyukh]

ᡣ𐭩 TXT as random instagram dms

[ we are so BACK. 🕺🕺🕺🕺 silly lil imagine to test the waters bc im actually shaking in my boots rn ngl. ]

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[beom-pyu]

truth or drink! (blind date edition): huening kai

the final part of the truth or drink series! thank you for all the love received on this <3 i'm planning on doing another youtube series eventually, so stay tuned!

other parts: beomgyu & taehyun "my ex + my boyfriend edition" yeonjun "couples edition" soobin "engaged edition"

slightly nsfw! (minors dni.)

welcome to truth or drink—blind date edition! strangers will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.

*BLINDFOLDED*

YOU: “um, hi, hello—”

HK: “hi. oh wait, that’s not your hand—”

you search for kai’s hand in the darkness before you finally feel his fingers, giggling as he gently shakes your hand.

YOU: “i’m y/n.”

HK: “nice to meet you, y/n. i’m kai.”

how long have you guys been single?

YOU: “about a year.”

HK: “i’ve been single for 3 years.”

is there a reason you’re single right now?

HK: “i’m a pretty shy person, so i never really go on dates.”

YOU: “i go on too many dates. i guess i just know what i want and don’t really like to waste my time.”

you guys ready to take the blindfold off?

YOU: “on the count of three.”

HK: “okay, one… two… two and a quarter… two and a half…”

YOU: “two and six eighths…”

HK: “two and fourteen sixteenths…”

YOU: “oh my god, i’m nervous.”

HK: “me too.”

YOU: “okay—three!”

you both take your blindfolds off and your jaw immediately drops while kai’s eyes widen.

YOU: “you guys didn’t tell me i’d be doing this with prince charming.”

kai nervously giggles.

HK: “you’re very, very cute. fuck, i wasn’t expecting this.”

YOU: “did you think i was going to be ugly?”

kai flusters, waving his hands in denial.

HK: “no, no! i-i just… woah.”

it’s your turn to giggle now.

YOU: “i’m just messing with you. i’m flattered.”

you guys wanna take a shot for the nerves?

YOU: “yes, please.”

HK: “cheers.”

YOU: “do you want to go first?”

HK: “sure.”

HUENINGKAI: what is your type? am i your type?

YOU: “honestly, i don’t think i have a type? and you’re insanely attractive, so yes.”

HK: “you’re definitely my type.”

YOU: “and what would that be?”

HK: “i like how confident you are. also the fact that you’re probably the prettiest person in this room right now.”

YOU: “i think we can just end the video here, guys. he’s perfect.”

YOU: what sounds do you make when you’re having sex? can you make them right now?

kai slides his shot glass towards you to fill up—you laugh as you unscrew the bottle, pouring it for him.

YOU: “i guess i’ll just have to find out for myself.”

HK: “guess so.”

HUENINGKAI: where is the craziest place you’ve hooked up with someone?

YOU: “i gave head in an elevator twice.”

HK: “twice?”

YOU: “it’s a long story.”

YOU: how many sexual partners have you had?

HK: “three…?”

YOU: “oh my god, why did you guys pair him with me—this feels like corruption.”

HK: “you’ve never been with anybody?”

YOU: “no, i’m corrupting you, sweetie.”

HK: “o–oh. okay. yeah, no, that’s fine. yeah. cool. okay. can i take a shot?”

HUENINGKAI: how would you rate your oral sex skills out of 10?

YOU: “10 out of 10, next question.”

YOU: i dare you to kiss me on the lips, or take a shot.

HK: “i’ll kiss you.”

YOU: “good, cause i was about to hide the whiskey so you have no choice.”

HK: “who’d pass up a chance like this?”

you giggle as you stand from your seat, leaning across the table to cup kai’s cheek. his face is flushed a light pink, his eyes wide and sparkling as he stares up at you. you give him a small smile before pressing your lips to his soft, plush ones—it doesn’t last longer than a few seconds, but you’re still rendered breathless. kai’s eyes stay glued onto your figure as you sit back down, your hands automatically reaching for the bottle.

HK: “was it bad?”

YOU: “the opposite, actually. i need to be drunk so i have an excuse as to why i’m going to kiss you again after this.”

HUENINGKAI: what is your average relationship length?

YOU: “on average… like 7 or 8 months? i’ve had a lot of situationships, but also a few serious relationships.” 

HK: “that’s not too bad.”

YOU: “and you?”

HK: “i’d say a year and a half.”

YOU: what’s the worst thing you did in your last relationship?

HK: “this one’s embarrassing, oh god. i think i’m gonna drink.”

YOU: “red flag, red flag!”

HK: “no, no, it’s nothing like that! well. it’s kind of like that.”

YOU: “what did you do?”

HK: “i… uh, i ghosted them.”

YOU: “oh, how long were you guys together?”

HK: “two years…”

YOU: “and you ghosted them???”

HK: “they were going to break up with me anyways, so i wanted to get them first. it was stupid.”

YOU: “honestly, you’re just like me. i can’t even blame you.”

HK: “let’s cheers to that.”

HUENINGKAI: what’s your biggest red flag?

YOU: “i’m scared of commitment.”

HK: “i was expecting something way worse.”

YOU: "like what? criminal activity?"

HK: "hey, you never know!"

YOU: “and what’s yours?”

HK: “hm, i don’t know… i have an extensive plushie collection?”

YOU: “wait, that’s actually cute!”

HK: “i have to make sure they face the wall when i have sex though.”

YOU: “that’s not a red flag. that’s basic human decency.”

HK: “thank you! finally someone understands.”

YOU: what do you do for a living?

HK: "i coach a youth soccer team."

YOU: "that's so cool! i'm a part-time student with a paid internship at a tech company."

HK: "brains are sexy."

YOU: "soccer is sexy too."

HK: "are we about to kiss right now?"

YOU: "let's save that for when the cameras are off."

HUENINGKAI: when was the last time you cried, and why?

YOU: “there was this really cute kitten that i wanted to adopt, but i live on my college campus, so i can’t have pets. i cried for a good 3 hours.”

HK: “i have a cat! maybe you can come over and meet her sometime.”

YOU: “yes. let’s go. right now.”

YOU: would you like to go out on another date with me? if yes, when and where? if no, why not?

HK: “i’d love to go on another date with you. whenever and wherever you’d like.”

YOU: “i’d love that too. and it’s not just because i want to meet your cat.”

HK: “...”

YOU: “okay, it’s partially because i want to meet your cat. but! you’re also really cute and sweet. i really want to get to know you better.”

HK: “i feel the same way. and i’d also like that second kiss.”

you turn to the camera, overdramatically waving goodbye.

YOU: “well, we have a date to get to! thank you for having us!”

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[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ five times kai almost kisses you - and the first time he does

pairing: huening kai x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 1.4k

includes: lots of fluff, forgive me if some of these don't really make sense lol, might do more versions with this concept idk

a/n: got a ton of inspo from this post by @mins-fins !!

one.

kai isn’t sure when it started.

the butterflies swarming in his stomach whenever you made eye contact; the way his face burned whenever he thought about you for too long; his heart racing each time your hands so much as brushed against one another. 

it’s an unfamiliar feeling - one that he can’t quite put a label on despite the seemingly endless nights he’s spent tossing and turning in his bedsheets as his mind races to explain what you are to each other. what he wants you to be to him. 

“kai?” he startles when you wave a hand in front of his face to catch his attention. your eyebrows are knitted together in concern as you lean in a little closer. “are you okay? you look a little… out of it.”

“yeah, yeah,” he nods, trying to channel his most convincing tone. “i’m fine.” 

you accept his explanation with a simple hum of acknowledgement, turning your attention back to the drama still playing on your tv. a few uneventful minutes pass before kai freezes when you shift slightly closer to him. you let your head lull onto his shoulder, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his neck. your hair tickles his bare skin and he can feel himself tensing with each passing second though he doesn’t dare to move away. “is this okay?” you murmur.

he nods, hoping you can’t see the deep blush tainting his cheeks. “it’s perfectly fine.”

two.

something has changed between you and kai.

at least he thinks it has. an unspoken rule broken or touches lingering just a little too long to be completely platonic. something is different - kai just doesn’t know what.

a soft smile graces kai’s lips when he feels you lean your head against his shoulder. despite the heat rising to his cheeks, he hesitantly shifts slightly to wrap an arm around your waist. leaning even more into his touch, you smile up at him as you rest your body against his chest. 

“is this okay?” he asks, echoing your own words from only a few weeks ago. 

“it’s perfectly fine,” you hum. 

he glances down at you, only catching a glimpse of your bright smile before he returns his attention to the movie still playing on the dorm’s tv. the on-screen drama does little to hold his attention. despite the increasingly dramatic storytelling events, his mind remains exclusively on you: your laugh whenever the characters stumble over themselves; the warmth of your body pressed against his; the way you occasionally lick your lips whenever you get bored. especially your lips. especially how kissable they look.

kai pushes the feeling down into the deep recesses of his mind, though your fingers still intertwined with his do little to calm his still-racing heartbeat.

three.

kai doesn’t think he’s ever been so scared before. 

his heart nearly stops beating when he opens his door to you - standing on his front doorstep drenched in rain with teary eyes. “y/n?” he whispers. 

“kai,” you sniffle. “can i… stay with you? just for tonight.”

“of course.” he moves unconsciously as he ushers you inside. in the light he can see the fresh tear stains on your cheeks. his heart breaks at the sight, though he pushes the feeling down in favour of wrapping a warm towel around your shoulders. 

kai fidgets uncomfortably with his fingers as he sits beside you on the couch. a few unbearable minutes of silence pass before you finally build up enough courage to speak. “will you… hold me? please?” 

his heart cracks when your voice does. his body moves before his mind does, pulling you into his arms to lean against his chest. your hands tightly grip the fabric of his hoodie as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. 

kai wishes he could kiss it better. he wishes he could protect you from all of the bad things that haunt the world. but instead he hesitantly leans down; his mind racing before he settles for pressing a soft kiss against the crown of your forehead. you sniffle as you snuggle yourself even closer to his touch, letting yourself get lost in his warmth. 

four.

kai feels miserable. 

his headache pounds violently each time he attempts to move, his throat is unbearably scratchy no matter how much water he drinks, and his body is simultaneously too hot and too cold. 

being sick is miserable. 

time blends together around him as he collapses against his bedsheets. it feels like his body is sinking into the mattress.

kai startles awake hours later to the feeling of someone playing with his hair. your touch is gentle as you carefully twist the strands between your fingers. blinking up at you through blurry vision, a sleepy smile stretches across his face. “y/n,” his voice slurs; the syllables mix together as they leave his lips.

“hi kai,” you smile. your hand trails to brush against his forehead to check his temperature. his skin is overly warm against your fingertips. 

kai’s gaze follows you when you pull away before gently tugging him to sit up. he groans as he rests against the headboard for support. “here,” you whisper, raising a spoon up towards his lips. the soup is warm on his tongue; the heat soothing some of the ache in his throat. “i made you some samgyetang.”

kai hopes you’ll assume the blush on his face is from his fever. your touch makes his heart race faster than he’s ever felt before. “i think i’m in love with you,” he deliriously mumbles. 

“i love you too, kai,” you chuckle. 

five. 

it happens before he knows it. 

kai awakens to sunlight streaming in through his windows. he’s still wearing the oversized hoodie and sweatpants he was last night. his phone lays haphazardly tossed to the side; forgotten on the blankets beside him. and there’s a cute boy laying in his bed beside him. 

not that he’s complaining.

after the momentary shock wears off, kai relaxes once again. he rolls over onto his side to face you. a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips. reaching up, he pushes a few stray strands of hair out of your face. your features are much softer when you’re asleep; your peaceful expression never changes. 

in the silence, kai finds himself entranced by the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest each time you breathe. it’s like second nature to him - admiring you. the way you bite your bottom lip when you get nervous. how you push yourself harder than anyone else he’s ever known. you’re like a book that he’s memorized front to back.

before kai realizes, his gaze drifts down to your lips. they’re slightly chapped from dehydration but you still look as kissable as always. 

he startles back slightly when you slowly stir awake. sleepily blinking up at him through tired eyes, a soft smile stretches across your features. “good morning kai,” you mumble. 

“morning,” he smiles.

the kiss.

it doesn’t feel real.

something in reality has been broken or you’ve all been sent into a parallel universe - kai’s sure of it. if it weren’t for you standing right in front of him he’s sure he would have pinched himself ages ago. because there’s no other possible explanation for your current situation. 

your hand feels cool against kai’s skin. he can feel his blush burning across his cheeks and up his ears, though the embarrassment barely crosses his mind. a nervous smile tugs at the corners of your lips. 

“say it again,” he whispers. “please.”

“i like you, kai.” he can hear the anxiety-ridden shake in your voice with each syllable. 

kai hesitantly leans in, stepping closer to you. it feels like hours have passed when he speaks once again. “i like you too.”

you smile brightly at him; a grateful chuckle escapes you. his gaze almost unconsciously flickers down to stare at your lips. the new admission of your feelings has made it almost impossible for him to prevent the stream of words leaving his mouth. “can… can i kiss you?” 

you don’t waste any time, eagerly leaning in to press your lips against his. kai’s hands find their home on your hips, keeping your body tightly pressed against his. 

“you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this,” he breathes. the words are muffled as he rushes to say them in between kisses. 

you let out an airy laugh in response. your arms snake around kai’s neck, tugging him even closer to you. “then don’t stop.”

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[blu-joons]

When You Get Flirty When Drunk ~ TXT Reaction

Yeonjun:

The smile on Yeonjun’s face was great as your finger poked delicately against his cheeks several times, stumbling around on your feet in front of him.

Your eyes looked to him in admiration as you did so, “look at how cute your cheeks are, you’ve got so many dimples.”

“Do I?” Yeonjun chuckled in reply to you, “are you sure I’m not just blurry?”

Your head shook in reply to him, unaware of just how blurred your tipsy vision was. “So many dimples,” you whispered once again, making sure to poke each one of them, most of them more than once too.

Yeonjun stood still as you did so, holding onto your waist. “Do you think maybe we could go and get a drink or something?”

“Wait, I’m not done counting your cuteness.”

“My cuteness?” Yeonjun joked.

Your head nodded confidently, flashing a while smile in his direction. “Do you want me to tell you just how cute you are?”

“I think someone might be a bit too drunk to even describe what cute is,” Yeonjun told you, “maybe save it for another day.”

“I’m not as drunk as you think I am, you know.”

Soobin:

The look on your eyes seemed to capture Soobin’s attention easily as he walked over to see where you were, stumbling over your words as you spoke to people.

It was lucky for you as just before you tripped, Soobin managed to catch you. “My hero,” you smirked as Soobin helped you up.

“Come on,” Soobin encouraged, “do you think you’ve had a bit too much.”

As Soobin spoke to you, he could tell you were off in your own little world, glancing up at him blankly. “You know, I’ve never noticed just how adorable you are, especially when you take care of me.”

A loud snigger came from Soobin, “that is not what I was expecting to come out of your mouth at all just then.”

“Don’t you think you just look so good?”

“Sometimes I do,” Soobin replied.

Your eyes remained fixated on Soobin, confusing him more and more. “I’m going to make sure I tell you this from now on.”

“Thank you,” Soobin laughed as he finally managed to get you standing back up, “but you won’t remember this tomorrow.”

“I will, I always remember everything.”

Beomgyu:

The corners of Beomgyu’s smile turned up as he watched you walk across towards him, wary as he watched you barely able to walk in a straight line over to him.

You rested against Beomgyu’s chest as soon as you got towards him, “can we go home?” You asked him, “isn’t that your job?”

“Me?” Beomgyu chuckled in reply, “why do you need me to take you home?”

You placed your hands against Beomgyu’s chest so that you could meet Beomgyu’s eyes. “You’re my knight in shining armour, it should be like in the movies, you just come in and save the day for me, right?”

Beomgyu looked at you in bemusement, “and what exactly is it that I’m supposed to be saving you from here?”

“From having too much alcohol tonight.”

“Too much?” Beomgyu joked.

You looked dejectedly back across to him, “maybe I’ve already had too much, but you can be a prince and help me out.”

“You’re being suspiciously sweet to me,” Beomgyu murmured, “normally all you can call me is idiot, now I’m a prince?”

“Yeah, but only because I want something.”

Taehyun:

A groan came from Taehyun as he tried to stand up yet again only for a hand to grab him. You shuffled across the booth and pulled Taehyun back to you.

He looked despairingly at you as you leant your head against Taehyun’s shoulder, “you’re not allowed to leave, where are you going?”

“The toilet,” Taehyun laughed, “and I don’t think you can accompany me there?”

You sighed with a shaking head as Taehyun attempted to stand up again, only to be pulled down once more too. “You can’t leave me by myself, people might think that I’m single if you’re not here protecting me.”

Taehyun looked down at you with a soft smile on his face, “you’ll be without protection for a couple of minutes.”

“And that’s two minutes too long Tae.”

“What do I do?” He asked.

Your shoulders shrugged as you sat back up again, “hold it in until you get home, you’re not allowed to leave my side.”

“What am I going to do with you?” Taehyun questioned, “why do you get so clingy every time that you get drunk?”

“I just like being with you Tae, that’s all.”

Huening Kai:

As yet another compliment came from you, stifled laughter came from Kai as he looked to you in disbelief, barely recognising you after you’d had a few drinks.

Just when he thought you were finished, you spoke up again. “Aren’t I just the luckiest to get to be with your handsome face?”

“Are you?” Kai chuckled back across to you, “aren’t I normally the lucky one?”

Your head shook back across at Kai, lazily grabbing his hands to make sure that Kai was listening to you. “I’m the lucky one, look at you, tall, funny, and you’ve got the best smile in the whole wide world too.”

The smile on Kai’s face instinctively turned up, “you really think this is the best smile in the whole wide world Y/N?”

“Have you ever known me to lie to you?”

“Once or twice,” he admitted.

Your head shook as you placed your finger to Kai’s lips, “just stop talking, I want to be able to see your smile instead.”

“Do you plan on not talking tonight at all?” Kai asked you as you moved your hand away and brought it to your side.

“Who will you listen to if I don’t talk to you?”

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[stars4ni]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ morning hugs

pairing — huening kai + gn reader! ☁️

word count — 359

warnings — nothing

genre: tooth rotting fluff

notes — i’m so in love with kai, missing him 247 so ofc i had to make this cringey af story :3

you shiver as both of your legs are now not under the covers due to your boyfriend taking all the covers. you groan and pull the covers back over you, you try and close your eyes again and fall back asleep. the sun shines through the curtains, so bright. the sun not letting you fall back into slumber. you have woken up kai your boyfriend as he shuffles around the bed. he turns to you having his head on the plan of his hand. you look at him with a soft smile, “good morning gorgeous” he says with a long stare. “morning baby, i’m sorry i woke you” you pout. “that’s okay love, i needed to wake up” you shiver as you are freezing even with the covers over you both. it’s a cold winter morning. “kai i’m freezing my ass off” you say. he laughs “i know what can help” he smiles. soon after he puts his arms around you, hugging you tightly. you melt into his arms, he’s so warm, so cozy. “you are so warm kai…it’s so nice” you smile into his chest which your face is slightly smooshed against. “hehe, you are cute” he says. “i could stay here forever” “me too” he replies. “do you want me to make some hot coffee for you? It will warm you up baby” he says. “in a bit, just wanna stay here for a while” he laughs at you. “okay my adorable baby” “stop being so sweet and cute kai, it’s too early for this” you cringe sweetly. “no it’s never too early to fluster you my love” “kai stop! i will literally yank these covers off you and leave your ass in the cold” you say looking at him smiling. “oh yeah? sureee” “i will!” “do it then” you grab the covers as you feel his lips gently kiss you. “haha now your too flustered to do anything” “whatever cringe” “and yet you still love me” “yeahI love your cringe” you kiss him. “love you too hehe” his face is red. “now who’s the flustered one?” “whatever! let’s just go make coffee I know your freezing”

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[jungwnies]

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ kai kamal huening | s. cuddling with your boyfriend ! | p. boyfriend!huening x gn!reader ! | g. headcanon, romance, fluff ! | wc. ~0.2k !

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ requested by anon !

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screaming internally because hyuka is just so sweet

i think he would cuddle you the way he cuddles his plushies

like hyuka loves you the way he loves them and it’s very sweet and cute and boyfriend-sque 👀

he holds you tightly and he does not let you face anywhere besides him

he loves looking at you while cuddling

and he loves the way your cheeks warm up whenever he says something corny

or the way his cheeks and ears turn the brightest shade of red whenever you’ve managed to fluster him

he likes to admire your face and he likes to have deep conversations with you

he doesn’t let go of you ever and you can count on him to hold you like there’s no tomorrow

hyuka’s presence is nothing but sweet

and cuddling with him would be nothing less than soft

2022 © jungwnies

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[hyukassubi]

🎟️ Meet me at the shore ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆

Pairing: Huening Kai x Fem!Reader

Content/Tags: best friends to.... Still best friends 🫶🫶, fluff, reader is a writer, Huening Kai is a ball of sunshine, beaches, bookstores, best friends reunite

Summary: You're burntout as hell a month going into your author career. You can't pinpoint exactly why, but for all you know, you don't want to continue like this forever. That's until your childhood best friend knocks on your door, suggesting to spend the day off together with you. Really, how can you say no to Huening Kai?

Genre: fluff. Some bittersweet moments, but mostly fluff 🫶🫶

Warnings (?): Mild cursing here and there, bullying, reader feels lonely at times, burnout, otherwise nothing too explicit

Wc: 10k+ <33

Dedicated to: All the burnt out fanfic writers out there who need a little bit of cheering up!!

Taglist! @kaisdefender

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i.

When was the last time you felt happy?

You immediately knew the answer to that.

A month ago, your dreams came true. Your world came to life. What started as a small project turned into something much, much larger. And now, your novel is out there for readers to feast their eyes upon. 

Seeing this word document become a book, and then holding it in your hands, it was like holding a newborn baby for the first time. Sparks rushed through your body like fireworks, screaming ‘we did it, we made it.’

And then a month passes by, and all the sparks were just… gone.

The rush that coursed through your body from publication and stuff just... it wasn't there anymore.

You spent the month taking a break from writing. After all, Hyuka did recommend you to take things easy. And you did. You didn’t write for a whole month, even when the urge to spam words on google docs came itching inside your brain. 

So. Why instead of feeling rested, you were restless? Thumping the heel of your foot over and over again, biting your lip while staring at a random corner in your living room.

Now comes the big question of 'what's next?'

You stared into the distance. It was twelve in the afternoon and you're on your couch doing absolutely nothing.

You shook your thoughts off, forcing yourself to scan the room. This room- this apartment- you've always wanted to own in the future.

The couch that felt more like resting on a giant maltese cat, the shelves of books you've collected over the past decade, the balcony outside where your favorite small coffee table resided. There, you can look down at all the google corporate workers having a miserable day as you write your next best seller.

You love this place so dearly. You knew that well in your head. But you didn't feel it, for some reason. Not now, not anymore. Even if you're forcing yourself to right now.

Rest, Y/n

You repeat Hyuka's words in your head.

Take it easy, okay?

You had emails to reply to today. 

You had to keep going. Just because you aren't writing doesn't mean you're jobless.

You exited your living room. 

The more cooped up you were there, the more tense you'd feel.

That's when you noticed, at the corner of your eye, a caller by the name of Hyuka was, well, calling you.

You picked up, "Hyukaaa, how've you been?"

Huening Kai is your best friend, the only guy who can make you smile, the only person you share your projects to. The both of you have been at it since high school, and you have always kept in touch since then.

He whined, "Y/n, I've called you so many times. Why didn't you pick up?"

You checked your phone.

11 miss calls from Hyuka

You paused, your shock evident in the short moments of silence. "Did something happen? Were you injured during practice-?"

"Nah, I was just bored."

This guy.

"Oh. Sorry I... slept in." You lied.

And Hyuka knew it. "It's not like you to sleep in. Miss calls? Yes, you don't want distractions when writing. Sleeping in? No. Hot girls don't ‘sleep in’."

"You really had to call me out like that huh? But yeah uh I guess today wasn't so..." You couldn't finish your sentence. You didn't know how to. In all honesty, it wasn't just today you felt this way.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"...Yeah?" 

"No you're not."

You clicked your tongue. "Bruh."

Hyuka wheezed, and you did too.

Then the both of you balled out laughing. 

It wasn't even funny, not at all. 

Hyuka's laugh was just contagious.

After calming down a little, you proceeded, "Okay, yeah maybe I'm not."

“Hmm. Is it because of debut?”

You thought for a moment.

You can't just not write, even though you know taking a break is what you need before getting into a burnout but you got into a burnout anyway and now your life feels short lived and meaningless and what was this all for again?

You sighed. "I don't know."

Hyuka hummed on the other end of the line. 

You could picture him nodding at your profound words. You wish he was actually here. Just calling him makes you happy, but you'd definitely feel a lot better if he was actually next to you talking about... literally anything.

You didn't expect him to say anything.

You didn't want to pressure Hyuka to listen to your venting sessions regardless. He just wanted to hop on in because he was bored, after all, you don't want to put all this sudden weight on him.

What you also didn't expect was for Hyuka to leave the call without a word.

No goodbyes, no nothing.

Just a beep, and then silence encapsulated the whole room.

A grueling three seconds passed by.

You... plopped onto your chair. Your heart nothing but... it's nothing. It's empty. Hollow. Everything's so fuzzy and quiet. Way too quiet.

You got back to work, trying not to make a big deal out of it.

Ten minutes later, a voice sounded from behind y- wait you live alone-

"Y/n! Pst!"

Who the hell says pst when they're yelling from your front door? You got out of your bedroom and made your way to-

"Hyuka? What are you-"

Donut sunglasses rested on Huening Kai's hair like eggs on a nest, a funky piece of accessory for his rather plain white button up and black khaki pants.

All negative thoughts from before evacuated your headspace. You held in your laughter.

Your fashionista blew you a kiss.

You caught it and blew one back. "What's with the… dunkin donuts aesthetic outfit?"

Hyuka didn't answer your question. He's smiling from eye to eye, and you kinda felt grateful to have someone this happy to see you. 

He bounced up and down his heels, fiddling with the strap of his backpack. "I know this is all unexpected, so, sorry if I’ve interrupted you by any chance-"

"No. No it's perfectly fine." You reassured him. "It's more than fine actually... its been a while since we've..."

"Met in person?”You raised your brows. “Yeah, it's been a couple months, but we call each other pretty much everyday anyway, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.” Huening Kai walked closer to you, as if letting you in on a secret. “I thought maybe it would be better if we could hang out together."

You blinked.

He blinked back.

You blinked a couple more times. "Today?"

"Yeah, right now." Then he got on his knees and hugged you, locking your legs together. He's still such a kid, you thought. "Please Y/n, it's been soooo long. I miss you so so much."

"I mean- I miss you too but... right now?"

He looked up at you, arms still latched. "Are you busy today?"

"..." 

Anything to escape emails, you thought. Anything. "Not really, no."

He got off of you and front rolled into your apartment, his sunglasses defying the laws of gravity, remaining stuck on his head. "Then let's go!" He jumped up and down, more vibrant than the power of a thousand beams of sunlight.

Perhaps it was the way he held onto you, or the way he smiled, or the way he made a grand entrance by frontrolling into your apartment from the doorway, but something just tickled your gut, and in a good way. All you knew was that your heart melted through your chest the way ice cream drips down the cone on a hot summer day, and you didn’t hate the feeling. It's been a while since you had someone… since you had someone.

You chuckled. "Where to?"

"I don't know!" Hyuka said helpfully. "And that's the fun of it!" He grabbed your wrist and ventured ahead of you further into your writing coven. "I'll help pack your things, just put on some good music and the both of us will be done in no time."

God, this man still really is a kid.

Til this day, you still question why he's still by your side. Even when you don't get to hang out a lot with him these days, somehow, the both of you just make it happen.

Through short texts or hour-long calls, not a day goes by without either of you hyping the other one up.

The moment he left the call earlier, the world pauses and your mind starts making up excuses. Bad wifi? Something came up in the studio? Were you bothering him? Your brain starts clogging up with all these possibilities that may not even be true. 

But, now he's here. Maybe this was his master plan after all? "You left me hanging on that call.... because you were secretly planning to do this?"

Hyuka stopped on his tracks. He had a lot going through his mind, even though he didn’t show it. What if you didn’t like this? What if he was bothering you? What if he’s just, simply, annoying?

At the end of the day, voices were just voices. He knew you wouldn’t get annoyed, he knew you never found him a bother.

He looks back at you like you, smiling dearly because you mean so much to him.

And he means so much to you, too. You both knew that. 

You smirked, now crawling to his side. "You know just how to make me feel better, huh?"

A low, short chuckle.

He held onto you tighter, and you held back.

ii.

You were a kid once, in highschool, all alone with nobody to talk to. Not a loser, but nowhere to belong. It wasn’t until the ninth grade, you found someone you care about.

While everybody sprinted out the door to go eat at the cafeteria or play outside or harass each other, you could be spotted sitting on your assigned desk, doing your own thing. The classroom seemed more tolerable that way. It didn’t matter if you missed out on drama, scandals, opportunities to develop deep connections with people. That all happens outside the classroom, and you want to keep things that way, even when you start feeling left out, it doesn't matter.

You're better off creating stories in the classroom by yourself rather than talking to anyone in this damned building. 

You can feel a keen pair of eyes still looking at you.

You prayed that whatever God up there would make this guy stop looking at you, it ruins your focus-

Oh. It was just Huening Kai, your seatmate. 

He was. Okay. He didn't give bad enough vibes to pick on you, at the very least. Or ask for self-inserts in your stories.

"You know, y/n, I am still so very confused why you’re constantly taking notes in class. I've never seen anyone this dedicated to using all their recess periods for studying."

Oh. So that's why his self-insert requests haven't been coming in.

Huening Kai is the type of kid to talk with everyone, and no, not just classmates. Literally everyone. You don't know how he does that without draining his energy. 

The both of you don't necessarily talk a lot, however, but considering he's your seatmate and all that, the weight of first impressions kind of just disappears on its own.

"I'm not studying, actually."

He said in a monotonous voice, "Oh. My God."

You hold your laughter at his shock yet deadpanned reaction. "Truth to be told, I am not in fact a hardcore nerd."

"Then what are you doing sitting around with, like, twelve thousand notebooks."

"It's just three extra notebooks."

"Close enough." Something about the way his eyes… sparkle… with intention, like he’s actually looking at you, with interest. It’s kinda like a child begging their dads to play outside and have some fun.

You pressed your lips into a needle-straight line.

You, a reserved writing machine, having fun with ... (you eyed Huening Kai) a corgi.

"... We could chill and talk about my mystery notebooks?" You shrugged your shoulders, suggesting the choice was up to him. He'd probably say no, you thought, I mean, usually people would not be interested in books and ask questions just to look polite and all-

"Okay." He smiled, sliding into his seat. "So, what are they for?"

You tidied your desk a little, making yourself look more 'presentable'. "These are for writing purposes."

"Writing stories?"

"Exactly, I write everything in my notebooks."

He grabbed your notebooks, looking at them in awe as if they were newly refined portraits from the Renaissance era. As long as he doesn’t open them, it’s all good. "Is it like a full length novel or short stories?"

"Both." You grabbed this one notebook in particular that was so thick it looked like a dictionary got a BBL. "This notebook in particular is for the novel."

"Really? This whole thing?"

You nodded.

Huening Kai couldn't stop making goofy gasping faces at your hell of a thick notebook. "What's it about?" He asked.

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the inevitable rambling that’s about to occur. "It's this historical piece where this ballerina, our main character, who comes from a low income family, dances to earn money. She catches the eye of the prince. This prince wants to learn to dance with her, to which the king and queen strictly disagree with considering that form of dancing is too 'feminine'." You pause right then and there before you unleash your inner sociology professor and ramble on and on and on and on about your fantasy worlds. "That's it. The plot is pretty simple, I know-"

"Ooooo I love dancing." He said the word ‘love’ with at least thirteen syllables.

You knew that, though. Everyone knows Huening Kai’s quite the dancer.

"Oh yeah? You think you'll really enjoy reading my book then?"

"Yeah, yeah! Ask me for any dancing advice if you need it for your book... wait never mind, I don't know anything about ballet..."

"That's alright-"

He turned a page. "May I read it right now?"

It was then you snatched your book from his hands, clutching it defensively. You wouldn't even let yourself re-read the first draft of your own novel. "What? No, it's not finished yet."

"But you'll take long to write it." He said not unkindly, putting his hands together as if praying to God. "I'll be patient, I promise."

Some part of you thought you'd regret the rest of your life giving anyone else your 'mystery notebooks'.

You took a look at Huening Kai, his puppy dog eyes staring back at you.

Does this man really look like he'll rip your baby into shreds? Or publicly read out your novel word by word to a sea of musically stars and pencil chewers?

His puppy dog eyes blink back at you. It really was like he had sparkles in his eyes, through that way-too-neat bowl cut his irises shone with… something unfamiliar. Something non-existing in your brain textbook.

"Hmm...”you pretended to think, ”you sure you like the premise of the book?"

He nodded furiously.

"You sure you'll be patient enough to see it til the end?"

Another aggressive nod.

"Okay, then it's settled, looks like I'm not-"

"Huening Kaiiii!" Some random guy- Hueing Kai's friend probably- sounded in the distance. A head popped out the door frame, "Huening Kai come here!"

Huening Kai and you exchanged a glance.

"Oh, uh, sorry y/n, I have to go now." He stood from his seat, and never would you've ever thought you'd wish to have someone stay by your side just a little longer.

"I'll talk to you soon, okay?" He stared at you a little while before rejoicing with his pals.

You waved him off, knowing in your head you won't be talking with him, or anyone, for the next couple of days.

And you were right.

You tried to not let this get under your skin.

---

Something about watching the way you shut the world out while writing makes you appear... quite mysterious. That's one way to put it.

But also unique. While everyone goes to make friends, you are ignoring studious lessons to keep up that writer grind. Even during boring classes, instead of sleeping over muffled lectures, you're wide awake writing stories. It's a cool tactic. Whenever Huening Kai looks at your direction, he now knows damn well you aren't jotting down the teacher's explanations, and it's hilarious to him, how slick you are.

It was an ordinary day like any other. The class was writing up biology notes.

Huening Kai was sitting next to you, you were sitting next to him. 

He pauses writing notes for a moment, taking glances at the girl next to him.

You're so cool, he thinks.

I want to talk to her some more. 

He looks over his shoulder during class again. 

Your hair drapes the entirety of your face as you wrote on your 'mystery notebook', pen gliding across the paper like pipe line icing on cupcakes.

This time, he pouts instead of holding back soft chuckles. But she's always writing.

It's so easy to spark up a conversation with other kids.

It's easy to not feel like a bother, to talk to people looking forward to talk to you. But, since you're always on your notebooks, he didn't want to disturb your laser focus, even when he feels like talking to you more than the others.

He sighed.

Huening Kai went back to his notes. 

If you aren't willing to talk with anyone, there's no reason for you to be talking to him.

His pen glided across the page with you in sync. 

So what? 

He wouldn't let your book destroy you and your potential friendship with him.

Recess is your golden hour for writing. So, imagine Huening Kai’s shock when he waltzes into the classroom to find you missing. 

It didn’t sit right with him, seeing you not sitting in your usual spot. It’s like a cat hasn’t returned home to their owner late at night. It makes their owner anxious, worry shooting the pit of their gut.

He walked out of the classroom to the schoolyard. He scanned the crowd. The sky was infiltrated by thin clouds, there were girls and boys, but no you.

At least, you weren't a part of the crowd.

You were sitting under a tree, contempt, writing that novel of yours.

The sight of you under that tree at uttermost peace, it made Huening Kai smile.

Hope you didn't mind a little company.

He approached you.

Your pen stops. 

You lock eyes with him.

Huening Kai brought a hand out. 

"We meet again."

And then you burst out laughing.

He stood there, head empty. Was his shirt back forward? Was his lips still stained from eating chocolate sandwiches? Was his hair a mess?

"We meet again? Usually it's like a hey or hello."

Huening Kai replayed it in his head again. 

Oh. 

Yeah that was unintentionally funny. A cool wave washed over his chest by then. Relief, sprinkles of pride. Joy. It was nice seeing you laugh, he guessed.

"Next time, I'll cartwheel my way under this tree." He teased, and you can't tell if he was being serious or not. "How about it?"

You looked up at nothing in particular for a moment. "Eh, not like you'll see me here again anyway."

"Why?" Huening Kai stood next to you now, connecting his spine with the tree trunk and then sliding down right by your side in a seating position completely different from you- his thighs on his chest while your legs sprawled out and free.

"I came here to write because of the ambiance," you faced forward to where the rest of the school resided, "but then, turns out, this is the ambiance." you pointed towards the crowd ahead.

You shut your book, a soft thud escaping its pages. 

Huening Kai's attention was right back at you, and he knew just the words to motivate you. "Hey, why don't you take the day off writing and talk to me?"

Huening Kai expected a chuckle, a death glare, or reluctance, a bit of something that goes like 'in what world do you think I'll ever let you– or anything else for that matter– put a halt on my creative prowess?'

You shrugged your shoulders and nodded along, "Sure, why not?"

That cool wave washed over his chest again, and it felt better the second time. He wasn't even trying to repress his lips from curling into a smile. You're just so... unbothered.

It's your loneliness that made him a bit more interested in you, how someone could possibly be the way you are. The way you bring yourself with calm confidence, your warm energy that makes him feel cozy and relaxed.

Or your dedication to your books. Your passion, your quietness, your warmth.

Or maybe Huening Kai didn't really need a reason. 

Your existence is a good enough reason.He just wanted to talk to you.

He hugged his shins, fiddling with his fingers. "You know, I haven't told you this but I think what you're doing is exceptional."

You rested your head on the tree trunk, looking at him in the corner of your eye. 

"You've already said that, actually."

He didn’t. He hadn’t And even if he did, what’s the problem with saying it again? "No, I said your book is great, and it really is, but like. You too, ya know?"

You sat quiet for a moment.

Those words, you received them a lot, from yourself.

Hearing them come from somebody else’s mouth…

Clarity rippled through your head, like those gentle waves that leave white seafoam behind, dissolving into the spaces between the speckles of sand on shore.

You chuckled.

You swung your hair behind your back with the flick of your wrist. "Of course I am."

Huening Kai wheezed, flicking his short hair in the breeze too. "Of course you are."

The both of you did model poses back to back.

You both were idiots. Idiots that go a little too well together, idiots that were meant to cross paths with each other.

"I think you're cool too." You started. "You're... funny. Vibrant. And," a solemn look casts over your face. There were so many good things to say about Huening Kai, and somehow, you were able to condense it into a few words. You blanked out, looking into a void, waiting for the right words to simmer to the surface."... you just might actually care."

If lightning could be struck on someone, and instead of agonizing pain, they felt an immediate consolation course through their body, then Huening Kai has just been abused by a thunderstorm. 

The relief in his chest, surging through like hands running down silk gloves. 

But also, sadness.

Even though Huening Kai has only actually known you recently, he wants to tell you that so many people care about you. He doesn't know precisely who, but... there has to be someone. 

Anyone.

Instead of saying any of that, Huening Kai chuckled. "Of course I do, I expect you to care about me too." His throat was getting tighter, and tighter.

Why hasn't anyone bothered giving you a second chance? Why do they just assume you liked being alone? Why haven’t they reached out to you sooner? 

No. Why didn't he reach out to you any sooner?

"Huening Kai?" Your voice was low and soft, nearly a whisper. "Mhm?" Huening Kai put on his best smiles.

"What if I told you I actually wanted to become a ballerina?"

Another bolt of lightning, and this time, it was a little more exuberant than the previous ones. "...Wait, that's just like..."

"The main character?"

"Yeah! Her! I can totally see you doing the curtsy." Was that even a ballet move? Huening Kai didn't know. He just knows you'd be a stunning ballerina. It fits. 

He can imagine you twirling your way across the room with elegance, then, performing on stage while the crowd roars, and then he'd... he was getting ahead of himself.

You chuckled, and there was... something off about the way you chuckled.

The way your eyes stuck on the ground. "Yeah, but then I quit."

Just when Huening Kai thought he found someone more like him, you shattered his credence. "Aw, no... why did you quit?"

"It's complicated."

"Tell me everything. I can't fathom how someone as determined as you just..." gave up like that, Huening Kai didn't say.

An indefinite look casted your face, looking into the void of the past. "It wasn't my choice. My parents got broke, like, really really broke when I was in sixth grade. It was to the point they had to put me into the foster care system, and I kinda just moved from house to house from there."

Huening Kai shifted closer to you. You know that feeling when you’re a little kid, you’d never think any of your family members would pass away? That’s the type of disbelief Huening Kai felt towards you, not that he couldn’t believe tragedies like these could happen, he just didn’t think it could happen to someone he loves, to you. 

"Were those other families nice to you?"

You chuckled, not unkindly, gaze shifting apart from Huening Kai’s. A reel of memories in a photographic fashion flashed before your eyes. 

You remembered the many adults that looked after you, how bitter it slowly grew the more you moved houses. 

The expressions on people’s faces when you’d make a family tree of sorts, for a project, and they see the saddest looking tree to ever exist– faces of strangers where mom and dad and daughter all don’t look the same. 

You told yourself it wasn’t a big deal. You kept telling yourself just that. "Yeah, but they only last a couple months. All of them do. As soon as I meet some random nice lady I call my 'mother', she's gone and another stranger awaits me at their front porch. It's exhausting, meeting so many new people like that. And it's so ironic, it's just." You looked at the crowd ahead of you for a moment. "If I can't even stick to a proper family, then how am I sure I'll remain friends with anybody?"

Huening Kai can't even imagine what it must be like- to not be able to do the things you love. "I'm so sorry... I mean, I talk with lots of people too but it’s different, that just sounds tiring." 

"It's alright, I guess I just... write so that... Like, I believe somewhere out there, my work is a reality, you get me? That, somewhere in this universe, I do exist as a ballerina with a loving family and a friend and... I'm sorry, that sounded so stupid out loud."

"No, it's not stupid." He had a lightbulb moment. He understood now, why you were the way you are. "You know what?"

"Huh?"

"I'm forcing you to join the dance club."

You blinked at the boy sitting next to you, because that's all you knew how to do at that very moment. 

"Huening Kai that's very nice of you but-"

"I'll suggest some ballet, to the club, I mean, from time to time," His words were a mess, just like his thoughts, but, point is, Huening Kai will make your dream a reality.

He will take it upon himself to make this the universe where you get to be a ballerina, so you won't have to exclusively exist as words on paper anymore. "I'm not sure how," he admits, "but I'll make it work." He stood now, taking his hand out. "I promise."

You stare up at his tall, determined figure. 

For once, you were genuinely speechless. You continue staring at his hand for an uncomfortable amount of time. "Well, that's quite ambitious of you."

"You still love ballet deep in your heart, especially if you're still writing about it. I want to help you, even if it isn't much..." Huening Kai racked his brain for anything that'll possibly convince you to join the dance club, "I mean... it's free...?"

You smirked, "Ahh yes that's the best part." And you shook his hand.

Huening Kai chuckled. Don't worry, if you had forgotten all the moves, we'll learn to dance together, he wants to say.

Don't think about the others, they'll probably watch and stare but their opinions don't matter, he wants to add.

We could dance together, the look on Huening Kai's face was more than enough to portray those words.

An all-too-familiar clanging noise ripped through the air. The school bell went off. Recess was over.

You sighed, getting up from the hard ground with Huening Kai's hand still in yours. "Come on, we gotta head back to class." You grabbed your notebook and let go of his hand, still walking close to him.

"Just tell me if you're interested," Huening Kai hoped you were, "and we'd be happy to have you there."

You gave him a small nod, "I will."

Huening Kai gave a small nod back, "Just call me Kai... or... Hyuka."

"Hyuka? That nickname is so adorable, wait-" You grabbed a notepad and pencil out of your cardigan pocket, "Do I have your consent to use your nickname as a potential character name for my future writing projects?"

So 'Kai' isn't a cute nickname, huh? Huening Kai chuckled. "Ooo, having a clone of myself sounds so chaotic, I love it.” Huening Kai had too many thoughts in his head, but he didn't mind the clutter. He promises that in this lifetime, as selfish as he sounds, you’ll both be dancing partners. In this way, he'll get to revive your love for ballet, and he won't have to dance alone anymore.

Huening Kai plopped down on the floor of the practice room, wiping his sweaty face off with a towel. A few girls gathered around him. They were dancers too.

He didn't really feel like talking to them, or anyone for that matter. He was beyond tired.

"Huening Kai!!" some random girl skipped towards him. 

Have we talked before? Have we met before? Wait, who are you? He didn’t really care, he didn’t want to know.

"You looked sooo good dancing just now!!" she screeched.

"Yeah right?!" Another girl butted in. "He's literally so hot."

"I wish I was as good as him." Another stranger sat beside him.

"And just as cute." The first girl added.

They all chuckled amongst themselves while Huening Kai sat right there fighting to breathe. They probably just joined the club to get to talk to him. Probably. Unfortunately.

Another girl walked in.

Blood pulsed in his ears. Huening Kai fought the urge to just walk right out the door-

Until he realized he knew this girl.

"Excuse me?” You looked at the tired boy. ”Uh, Hyuka? Are you okay?"

Huening Kai's face lit up, quite literally like electricity in a theater room just switched on back after a blackout. "Y/n?"

You eyed him, saying not unkindly: "Hot damn bro, look at you-"

"I know right???? Look at him!" One of the dance club girls interrupted.

You looked at that pick me with your typical resting bitch face. "Yeah, he's a sweating mess and you guys aren't helping.." You gave her a full body eye roll, then flapped your hand. "Move."

The girls did as they were told to. They gave you looks, but you didn't care. Huening Kai was the only one giggling.

You squatted in front of him, wiping his face clean like a puppy just hopped out of the bath. 

Some girl whispered not too quietly, "I wish I could touch him like that." 

You and Huening Kai positively heard her, and that just made the both of you red in the face from trying so hard to hold in your laughter.

"There," You still tried hard not to burst out wheezing, "all clean. Go drink some water."

"I did though."

You grabbed his bottle. "More."

Huening Kai's eyes were somewhere else, but he was definitely still talking to you. "Why are you here anyway?"

You set the bottle down.

"Thought I'd give modern hip hop a shot," You said.

He wanted to hug you right then and there. 

He gave you the brightest smile he could muster, and you copied him.

It’s like magic. The moment you entered the room and took care of him, his energy is back to its maximum capacity. 

And just like that, he was on his feet again. "Come on, let's dance together."

iii.

The bus ride to the beach was anything but quiet.

The bus was a cute thing. It was petite, teal, not so crowded. And the windows were wide open, allowing you to view the wonderful rows of shops outside. There were florists, fruit stations, kitten shelters, aligned shoulder to shoulder with each other, settling down for off-hours. The 4 pm Sun dipping down the skyline, blasting subtle hints of yellows in the sky.

The bus came to a halt.

But… (you looked up) this isn’t the beach…

Huening Kai got off the bus before you. “Thought we’d stop by here first before going to the beach.”

You nodded along, your focus however was entirely on the bookstore, looking at it like a painting in an art museum. But the words that left your lips didn't portray your enchantment of this building bestowed upon you. "Hyuka, are we really gonna go here..."

If anything, you sounded bored.

Hyuka faced you, not disappointed, not surprised. "Don't you love bookstores?" He knew you love bookstores, how wouldn't he know that?

"You said we're heading to the beach."

"Oh- yeah that can wait." He grabbed your hand. "Come on, have you been here before?"

You followed along. "Not here, no."

"Me neither." He smiled his cute smile. "Explore we shall!"

We shall indeed, was what Hyuka expected you to say. You shook your head instead, stopping at the entrance. "Hyuka, no, I won't go in there."

Huening Kai eyed you suspiciously again. "Ouch. Okay. But like. Why?"

You took a step back. "We should just head to the beach, somewhere both of us could have fun."

It finally clicked in his head, why you don't want to enter such a place. "Hey, you think just because we're in a bookstore I won't have any fun?"

He was right. "Well... yeah, I guess."

Huening Kai walked up to you at his own pace. There's something about the way he's looking at you that's just... it was off. But a good kind of 'off'. Like it was a hidden intention to it.

He says, "Artists support artists, remember?"

Your breath hitched.

A long lost memory resurfaced in your head.

---

At the end of every school day, you’d walk out the class putting on a tune on your phone. The bus ride home was noisy as is, you got to block those around you out. 

You’d put on any song. Hip-hop, indie, vapor trap, anything you felt like listening to at the moment. Any tune that would spark creativity for a new writing piece, something to distract you for the time being.

Today, however, as you stood under the bus stop, you turned the volume down.

It was raining, a light drizzle. It was the softest of pitter-patters, a delicate thing. Like each drop was a unique tune of its own, and you were enchanted by its melody.

Sometimes, perhaps the life around you is more beautiful than you make it up to be.

Something bothered the harmony, splashes that seemingly grew louder...

You took your headphones off, looking to the side.

Huening Kai’s head down, sluggishly making his way through the empty street drenched in rain..

He didn't even bring an umbrella! You clicked your tongue, not necessarily disappointed, but very much concerned. "Hyuka, come here. It's me. And only me."

Huening Kai looked up. The moment he recognized you, he walked just a teensy bit faster. You chuckle at him. He looks just like a corgi walking his way to you.

"Huening Kai, you're a wet mess. Do you have a towel on you?"

Huening Kai didn't respond, not a single word. 

He just sniffled.

"Hey... Hyuka?" 

The sight of Huening Kai in front of you, puffy eyed and hiding, trembling in fear.

Your gut twisted. "Who is it? Did one of those girls bother you? Which bitch do I need to come after tonight?"

Huening Kai shot up a glance at you so violent he almost toppled over. "WHAT?!- No-" and then in a much softer voice, "No, it's... not about them."

"Just because it isn't specifically them doesn't mean I'll leave my kill list empty." Behind all this determination, your heart stung so bitterly, so dense, all because of the sight right in front of you: The happiest boy you know pouting in front of you, shoulders sagged, a sobbing mess. Eyes red and puffed in horror because of something vile he must've experienced. 

And you weren't there to protect him.

You felt so bad, so guilty that you weren’t there for him.

But you’re here now. And you’ll hear him out til the end.

"It's the boys. My friends." He continued, voice so low as if those same 'friends' of his were right there next to him.

Your one and only Hyuka, you failed to protect him. 

What were you doing instead? Listening to your spotify playlist on loop?

You cursed at yourself. "What did those guys do to you?"

"Made fun of me." Hyuka laughed. He laughed and it hurts so so much to see him laugh right now because you know damn well he's only doing that because he's hiding his pain thinking it’ll bother you. As if he is bothering you. "I tried to push it off but..." Another chuckle, only this time his voice croaked and more tears spill out.

You held his hands, so he won't have to fiddle and pick on his fingers anymore. So they would feel even just a little bit more at ease in yours. "Aw Hyuka- it's okay. I mean this is not okay but..." You too were a mess, looking for the right words.

Y/n! You're a writer, think! You paused for a moment.

Speak from your heart.

"Hey, Hyuka? Look at me."

He looked at you, and the sight of his face bore into your head, and not at all in a good way.

"Let's sit down, yeah?"

Huening Kai sniffled some more. "But I'll get the seat all wet."

"That's fine, that’s not a problem at all, I'll cross my fingers and hope the seat won't get cleaned, so the next person to sit on it are those same boys who made fun of you."

Huening Kai sat down, but he wasn't laughing.

The pain he felt, the guilt you felt, it's all completely unimaginable. And it's not like you even know the whole story yet.

It's so easy to let the words out on paper, but in real life? Your body kinda acted on its own, you don’t know what you’re doing, what you want to say. The words just came out, and, you just, did it.  "Here... come on-"

Huening Kai flinched, eyes wide and pure. 

He’s scared, and you didn’t expect that to hurt you so much. "No, I don't want to hug you, you'll get wet and sick, too."

You scoffed. "So?"

He blinked, and for a couple seconds he didn't know what to do, whether to keep pressing on the fact he's fully soaked or take a step back.

It was then he chose not to go with either of those options.

He squeezed you to death.

The rainwater seeped into the fabric of your uniform, you couldn’t care less. You clutched onto Hyuka tight, worried that the slightest breeze will push him away and you'll never get to see him again. He continued sobbing into your shoulder.

"Okay." You patted his back. "Okay, tell me everything."

"The boys- I was- We were just talking and then I brought up that I'm taking dancing seriously and want to be an idol when I grow up and... they made fun of me for it. Maybe they were just joking around but... I didn't think of it that way. I feel stupid for-"

"No, this isn't stupid, they are. They have no right to make fun of you." The irony of it all.

Huening Kai, known for his smashingly good looks and cute demeanor, known for being a bubbly ray of sunshine, praised for his talents and social skills and dancing- oh especially dancing- was being made fun of because he wants to become an idol? "I think there's nothing wrong with you for wanting to be an idol." You let go of the hug, but still sat close to him. "Nothing at all."

Huening Kai looked around. He looked anywhere else but you. He just couldn’t, he just couldn’t. "It feels... I don't know. I just... sometimes I don't believe I could make it, too. Regardless of my friends making fun of me."

You took a deep breath, slinging an arm over his shoulders. "I know." You chuckled, the look in your eyes now reminiscing the distant past, that is, your middle school years.

Only this time, Huening Kai turned his head. "Hm?" Even while crying, he’s still an angel.

"I know what that's like." You rephrased. "People also don't believe I'd make it as a writer, but it's people like that who probably only have money-related goals anyway, right?"

He nodded, letting your words sink in.

"At the end, we all die in the same coffin, and, I believe when that time comes, money doesn't measure someone's life well lived, but instead, their happiness. If being an Idol makes you happy, please, by all means go for it. And then, the good people in your life will stick around and be there for you." You stuck your thumb out, pointing it in your direction. “Like me. Let me be your biggest fan, other than yourself.” There was no lie in your words, only compassion.

For a while, nothing happened.

The raindrops continued drumming the street, the salty taste still looms close. 

Your arm is still rooted along Hyuka’s soggy shoulders. You can hear him breathing deep breaths, long and draggy, very much needed breaths. 

He brought his head up, looking at you. Still trembling whether it's from the boys, the rain, hell, maybe even you but he’s trying. 

Once your gazes meet, something far deeper than words can portray settled in hos eyes– admiration."You're very smart."

You smiled all smug. "Of course I am, a genius like me only shares their knowledge to those I find worthy of trust." You leaned closer to him by then, digging a finger into his chest.

"You're also a bit over dramatic sometimes."

You clicked your tongue.

This dude. 

"Hey-"

"I'm kidding!" Huening Kai wiped his tears away. "But it's true though."

The two of you chuckled, and for a moment, you both were just two goofs again, just tiny little specks of dust pre-existing in this vast universe. 

That.

That feeling right there was, somehow, comforting.

Huening Kai's hand flipped over, reaching for something- your hand. "Okay," he grasped it firmly, "I'll go for it. I won't let my friends tell me what to do with my life."

It didn't matter if anyone was watching you guys. They, too, are also just little specks of dust in this big, big world. "Hell yeah, that's great. That's fantastic, actually." You gaze at Hyuka, making sure he knows that if no one's proud of him, not even himself, you got his back. "I will cheer you on until the end, I promise."

"Good to know." Hyuka couldn't thank you enough. There's just too many words to say.

Huenin Kai wonders why you haven't laughed at him yet, or degrade him or something. Anything. And looking at you now, he knows the answer as to why.

You truly, truly believe in him. 

Huening Kai never knew a person like that could exist, someone who is completely different from you, yet, they get you all the same.

"I'll cheer you on for sure." He meant those words the most, more than any 'thank you' ever could.

It was then you brought out your fist. "Artists support artists."

Huening Kai fist bumped you, thinking to himself that sad, rainy day,

She's so cool, I’ll love her to death.

---

Huening Kai brought up his fist.

You smirked at him. "Artists support artists." Your fist clashed into his. 

You thought, I'll definitely add this to one of my books.

The bookstore was entirely made of wood: The shelves, the floor, the staircase. It even left this woody scent while also maintaining this fresh, indie vibe.

"What book did you get y/n?" Hyuka strolled next to you, side by side walking in between random isles with no sense of direction, kinda like a prince and princess strolling down a courtyard.

You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, I think I might want to try out some romance though."

You had peculiar taste. Everything about the novel you bought didn't have to be perfect, no, however, if it didn't speak out to you, if it didn't remind you of you, there's a high chance you'll not buy it.

So imagine your surprise when Hyuka pulled out a random book from a random shelf at a random aisle suggesting you should give it a read. "What about this one?" He scanned the summary, "Err, some high school girl and high school guy fall in love."

You snatched the book from him, the cover so glorious and extra and fancy, it was so made for you. "Hyuka, I love you so much." It had to be on your bookshelf, right now.

"Hehe, I know.” He flipped his hair like the genius he is. “What should I get?"

You look at him with that look. That look that says ‘but I thought you don’t like reading?’ "You're also getting something?"

Huening Kai nodded. "I want to get into reading too, a little, just for you."

You eyed him, and you can tell, he knows just what you're gonna say. 

"Read my book then."

"But, y/n." He whined, to which you gave him your evil writer smirk. You know, the face you make after writing an unexpected character death scene which leads to your readers coping by posting to their shattered-hearts desire on multiple social media platforms, bonus points if it's the love interest you're killing off!! "I don't need to read it,” He complained,”I know everything already!"

He isn't wrong.

You didn't write your novel all on your own.

You contacted Hyuka all the time for a reason. When brilliant ideas shoot you like an RK62 rifle, Hyuka is the first person you ramble about it to, and poor poor boy has to sit there listening to all your rambling.

Or on the flip side, when you're having those slower writing days, you hit him up too, and he comforts you through those uninspired time periods.

So it doesn't necessarily surprise you when Hyuka told you he hadn't bought your book. He did know everything about it, things that didn't make it to the final cut, the things that did, the ugly first couple of drafts.

There was no point in reading it, you thought. "You're not wrong."

Hyuka looked elsewhere, head in the clouds. "Hm. I'll read it anyway."

"Seriously? I was just joking, you know." No, you weren't. "You could read literally anything else. What about some romance? Or high fantasy?"

"Nope, I'm sure now, I'll read your book." Hyuka pressed on. "It's yours after all, you wrote it, and if I liked listening to you talk about it, then I think I'll enjoy reading it, too. Now..." He clutched your hand, jogging down the aisle without warning. "Let's go find that book."

iv.

At the beach, you thought you'd read your books together while the waves crash and the sun sets and the sky is a gorgeous shade of pink and the salty air wafts in your nose as you take deep, meditative breaths.

But no.

On this empty beach, Hyuka whipped out a cylindrical block from his backpack- a speaker.

If this were a scene in a movie, this would be the part where the happy music stops and the characters are wide eyed and crickets sound effects commence. "What are you doing?"

Hyuka smiled at you the way a seven year old child would at their father after scribbling his monster truck with crayola markers, cuteness overpowering guilt. 

"Y/n," Hyuka says slowly, in that adorable voice he knows you can't resist. "since I made a promise to read your book, promise me you'll dance with me-!"

Bile shot up your throat. "No. Not here."

"Huh? Why?"

"I'm not dancing in public."

Hyuka looked around. "But the beach is empty, I'm the only one watching. Come on y/n, it'll be fun!"

Hyuka's cute demanding voice was working on you. No it wasn’t… Okay maybe it was.

Your toes curled, further planting yourself in the ground.

God you don't wanna do this. "But- Hyuka, I know you have good intentions but it's so. It's been so long, I don't know if I still got the hang of things-"

"Sure you do. Hang on, I know the perfect song for this." He plays your favorite song (or at least your favorite song of his) on the speaker- Our Summer.

The familiar tune runs laps in your mind, goosebumps blooming across the valleys of your arms. Music does sound prettier aloud than plugged in with headphones on. It does make you… less stiff.

"I don't know how to dance to this-"

"Me neither?" Hyuka proceeded to fix the speaker, placing it upright on a blanket over the sand. "We never had an official choreography for this song, so I thought the both of us can just make it up as we go?” He drags you by the hand, causing you to lose grip of the sand and stumble as you walked. “It doesn't have to be serious or anything. It's for fun, is all that matters."

Fun.

Yeah, that’s right.

"Y/n?"

It hit you like a plane hit a bus hit a car hit a person. "Fun..." That's what mattered at the end of the day. 

We all die in the same coffin, and by that point, only one's happiness is the proper measurement for a life worth living. 

"Okay.” You spoke to no one in particular. “No one else is watching..." and even if they were, does it matter?

Hyuka looked at you, like, really looked at you.

Did he feel concerned? Confused? Scared this is a bad idea and he shouldn't have bothered you in the first place? 

"Y/n." He called your name once more, extending his arm. "Join my dance club?" He smiled his perfect smile. "Please?"

You stood frozen, unsure why your throat started closing up.

Hyuka continued, "I'll suggest some ballet." A giggle. "I'm not sure how, but I'll make it work."

Memories bubbled to the surface. You were sitting under a tree, this damningly uncomfortable tree, thinking today will be peaceful, today will be different and it really was so peaceful and different because this boy– this young boy beaming with curiosity and innocence– comes up to you and changes the world around you.

You held Hyuka's hand tighter. "I still love ballet deep in my heart." Your feet did its thing, they stepped this way, they skipped that way.

You spun Hyuka around, laughing along with him, sand flitting around, your hair in your face but it didn’t matter that neither of you were completely off-beat because you were having fun.

The variations of ballet and hip-hop dancing are so unfittingly perfect, so freeing, so you.

Memories rush back to you like wildfire.

The classroom, the mystery notebooks, the noisy corridor, the tree, the rainy day at the bus stop, Huening Kai.

Huening Kai, who was a small corgi with a dream to be a star, turned into a golden retriever idol with the same heart of gold. The same boy who you parted ways with after graduating high school but never parting ways with you.

Everything was a massive blur. One moment, you're under that tree talking with your best friend Hyuka, the next moment you're alive and free and so happy in this empty sunset beach. One moment you are comforting this poor soaked boy at the bus stop, the next moment he's a full grown man holding your arms swaying to the rhythm.

The song closes, and you're standing right as the waves hit your shins in sync. 

Your heart is pounding, it's pounding so loud but it feels so good to be young and free again. You walk further away from the shore, not looking or going anywhere in particular. You pant, not able to take a breath.

Just then, your feet left the ground.

"Hyuka- HYUKA PUT ME DOWN!"

Hyuka lifted you up bridal style, with such ease as if you were nothing but a hydrogen atom, running back to the waves.

You want to punch him. He was running at Godspeed, and. You didn't want to get your outfit wet. 

But he's too pure to be punched. 

BUT YOU WANT TO PUNCH HIM SO BADLY. "WAS THIS YOUR MASTER PLAN ALL ALONG???" 

Hyuka wheezed hard, not having heard you scream this loudly up until this point.

"YOU'LL NEVER KNOW-!" Just as he screamed, he slipped and fell frontwards into the waves, him too getting all soaked in sea water. Now both of you looked like something out of the Titanic.

"DUMBASS!" You shrieked, but Hyuka couldn't hear you... because he was in the water... and couldn't get out for some apparent reason. "Oh." You got your hands around his waist and pulled him out, "Hyuka, you okay?"

Hyuka held onto your arms, cheeks red, cackling like a maniac. "I wasn't supposed to fall. I swear I did that accidentally on purpose."

You knew he did that on purpose. As you dragged your bedraggled corgi out of harm's way, where the knee-deep waves can't drown him, you... you wanted to say something.

You had to say something. The words 'I love you' didn't feel right. You had to say something else, something more.

The sun dipped halfway into the horizon, the sky frosted in thin clouds. It was just you and Hyuka, Hyuka and you. You never felt more at peace... with someone.

You squeezed his waist tightly, not too tight so he won’t choke, just enough to get him to notice, which he did.

"Never leave me, Hyuka."

Hyuka fell silent for a moment, letting those words melt into his head.

Because he understood just how important those words mean to you and him. "I love you too."

Epilogue

A couple months go by.

Huening Kai walked down the pavement, heart pounding in anticipation.

It wasn't hard to find the signing for your second published book, not when the entire bookstore was plastered in eye-catching posters and, moreover, crowds of fans lined up for an autograph, to be able to see you.

Huening Kai didn't have to wait, though. As per your request, he could skip the line and get a pre-signed copy... for free. 

He bragged about this to the other members, to which they said things such as 'aww she's so sweet' (everyone) or 'why can't I get my own copy?' (Beomgyu) or 'dumbass, we could just share.' (Yeonjun to Beomgyu). 

Huening Kai waddled into the bookstore, ignoring the quizzical stares he got from people. The line wasn't any shorter inside.

Huening Kai's jaw dropped. If it detached from his skull, it would be rolling off the floor like unraveling the red carpet. The line was so huge your signing podium was on the second floor. That's right, the line continued as he crab-walked up the stairs.

And there you were: In a suit, taking pictures with fans, piles of books resting on both your sides.

Huening Kai never saw you in a suit, but he must admit, you rock a suit better than he ever could.

He shifted towards you.

You look up, pleased.

"It is I."

You stared at him with an expectant gleam in your eyes. "Hello, my little corgi." Then you passed him what seemed like... a violet parcel tied with twine? "A special copy for a special person." You winked so very discreetly.

He nodded, bowing down before you. Like. Full on kneeling, hands together, forehead kissing the ground type of bowing. "I am honored."

As he was still on his knees, you whispered, "Meet me at the cafe."

He nodded once more. "Good luck with your signing."

He walked away, vanishing into the crowd, leaving you just as you saw him. But that’s okay. You’ll see each other… in a while...

An hour or so had passed. Or maybe two. Perhaps three.

Huening Kai stayed put in the cafe, the ice cubes that once piled in your matcha latte he bought for you now melting away. He read three chapters of your newly published book, which, wasn't a world record for speed reading or anything, but he enjoyed his 'mysterious cafe booktok girl' moment while it lasted. Because of you, he got motivated to indulge into this new cozy hobby.

Huening Kai yawned, not because the story was particularly boring, he just needed a break. He stared at the violet parchment paper and unraveled twine, sitting on the edge of the table.

A special copy for a special person.

He folded the paper neatly, spun the twine over his fingers, then snuck it in his pocket for safe keeping. He couldn’t just throw it away, he thought.

Finishing the remnants of his grape smoothie, having nothing better to do, he scrolled through the book, flipping pages mindlessly, checking each and every minor detail: The title of each page, a font change, an image, a picture of him and you on the beach he never forgot taking-

Wait-

He flipped the pages back, nose butting in the spine of the book. His eyes locked on that one page.

That one,single page.

'Dedicated to Hyuka'

He closed the book. 

Opened it. 

Closed it again.

A minute passes by. Maybe two. Perhaps three.

He opened the book.

He got to that page.

And once he got there, he couldn't rip his eyes off the picture. Its printing quality is spot on and the both of you look so so pretty and he couldn't be any happier.

Back when he had black hair, back when your hair too was long as a ghost's in need of a fresh chop. 

Back when you were in an author slump and he was in need of- he choked, and not in a bad way- you.

Curious (and also not ready to read the hell of a paragraph underneath the picture), he turned to the acknowledgements section to see if you spared any comments for him.

You did.

To Hyuka, the boy who taught me how to dance, I thank you for bringing this book (and its author) to life.

His heart thawed when reading that. 

So he read the sentence. 

Over and over. 

And over again.

How were you able to make him feel this way?

How could he be this lucky?

He forced himself not to curl the pages, a bad habit of his, because. This book was just too precious. If he left even one page damaged, wrinkled, unstraight, he'd sob knowing the fact he practically ruined the most precious gift you could offer.

He flipped to the next page. 

That page.

The page.

Years ago, this boy came to me. He was the only person who ever cared for my writing back then, the only person who believed in me. He helped bring this book to life, and the book before that, and older works I haven't gotten to publishing yet. He encouraged me to partake in my other hobbies too, to give them more attention. Because of him, he ignited my love for writing and ballet. He's quite literally my will to live. I appreciate him more than words can say for simply existing as the same timeline as me. Hyuka, you helped me so, so much. Even if you think you're doing the bare minimum, just know, bare minimum isn't really common these days, as well as endless gratitude. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

His fingers stayed clamped to the page. Why were you such a good writer? How did you know the exact words to not only translate the fictional world from your mind to paper but also the exact words to make your best friend cry?

"Hyuka! Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. The fame is really getting to me." You fanned your hand. "My hands hurt from all that signing."

Huening Kai almost fell off his chair. 

He sucked back his tears. Act normal. "Y/ndon'tscaremelikethateveragainplease."

Somehow, you were able to make up most of what he was saying. "I texted you that I'll be here soon though, didn't you see?"

He did not. "Sorry. I was reading your, uh, masterpiece hehe."

"Oooo d'you like it so far?" And then you kicked it off from there, rambling about your book, the signing, and random topics here and there.

Huening Kai forgot he was crying for a second, but his heart still remained sore, his body still tender from reading that paragraph. No birthday wish or late night appreciation text on WhatsApp could top that off. He wants to hug you so bad right now.

"Hey, Hyuka?" 

"Hm?" He still has that angelic smile, even when he's in pain (the good type of pain) on the inside.

"Wanna go to the beach again?"

He choked. "Of course. Uh, when though?"

"Right now."

He blinked. "... Right now?"

"It'll make my book signing day even better." A pause. "I mean- this is very short notice and maybe bad timing if you think about it actually but-"

"Yes," He spoke quietly at first, "please, let's go."

You blinked at him. "Wait really?" With how busy the both of your schedules were, what are the chances the two of you would-

"Yes really! I want to dance with you. Be it ballet, or hip hop. In another universe maybe we could be dancing together all the time." His voice cracked. "Do you know how much I..." It's been so long since Huening Kai has ever felt this small, since Huening Kai felt so... appreciated. The type of appreciation that isn't related to his work or his face but him. He sunk back into his seat, eyes distancing off of you. "Is this what you felt when I asked you on that beach escape?"

You stared at him, wondering if he'll ever look back up. It, too, has been a long time since you've seen Huening Kai like this. "Hyuka, I'm sorry I don't-"

Hyuka waved his hands around, "No. Don't be sorry I- I was sputtering nonsense I-"

"No, no, you weren't saying nonsense Hyuka." You started. "I felt really happy when you asked me on that beach escape. It's like... The feeling transcends words, the burst of energy I felt, the rush of old memories with you, the way I can feel my heart pound loudly in my chest again." You smiled, and it meant the world to Hyuka.

Huening Kai couldn't wait any longer, he knew just what he had to do.

Huening Kai grabbed his drink. He didn't have a speaker, so he settled with his phone. He reached his hand out. "What are we waiting for?"

You stared back at the boy, now a man, in front of you. "Let's go."

When was the last time you felt happy?

The ground shifts from soil to sand, the sunset is more orange than pink at this hour.

You look at Huening Kai.

The image of a fifteen year old boy smiled back at you.

You whisper to him now, “Meet me at the shore”

a/n: I spent about a month and a half writing and perfecting this piece to the best of my capabilities, but even then, I wasn't so strict with myself on this piece, because, that's quite literally my point of writing this: To have fun. to let loose, to enjoy writing again. I do genuinely hope this fic makes all the tired, underappreciated artists out there feel more loved and respected; I genuinely hope this work has touched the hearts of those lonely souls in need of a friend, seriously, you guys are so independent and such awesome people, it baffles me how you haven't found your special someones yet; and to all the ningdungies who came here for Huening Kai, thanks for stopping by, I hope this fic fed your hyuka-content-deprived souls *brings forth spoon and bowl*nomnomnomnom* Thank you for reading up until this point, I greatly appreciate you and hope you stay tuned for more!!

Reblog and review if you like my work 🫶🫶 they are greatly appreciated!!

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[cloudykaii]

OOOOOH, any of these please: Skz meeting 9ths tall siblings, Kai introducing you to the band or tae meeting celebrity crush at awards show

sorry the plot for this one got away from me im listening to soft music to ease some bad news i got today so it affected it a little lol but tell me what you think!!!

If there was one lesson being an idol could teach anyone, it was how to read people. Over the last few years, Kai felt like he had learned how to have a pretty good read on people and their intentions. Most of the time with just a few words, he could tell if people were talking to him because he has an idol they liked, or because they just thought they could utilize his fame to get someone a little more popular. But he was thrown for a loop when he met you, and you were the first person to not meet any of the criteria for either category.

Spilling a drink on his shoes, you had panicked and tried to help him, mumbling something about how maybe you did him a favor by destroying the ugly part of his outfit. He had laughed at that, and he remembered you looking up at him with wide eyes when you realized he could hear you.

He wasn't sure when his train of thought changed from lets take it slow, make sure no one gets hurt to oh yeah... she's the one. But the two of you had only been together for six months before he decided to introduce you to his closest friends.

"Angel, would you relax?" he chuckled. "They'll love you."

"That's what I'm worried about," you huffed. "Then on your days off they'll wanna hang out and I won't get to just have you to myself anymore." His head tilted back into a loud laugh as he reached out and pulled you against his chest.

When he first introduced you, you had actually been against it, claiming that you didn't want to know if the guys were nice and like them so you could still blame them for taking all of his attention.

Throughout his life, Kai figured he had done a lot wrong. He had made lots of mistakes, and while most of them could just be blamed on being so young, they still existed. But fuck, he had to have done something right to get you in his arms. He laid on the couch with you, and when your head tilted back into loud, unashamed laughter at whatever joke he missed from Beomgyu, he couldn't help but smile a little. And when you kicked him in the knee for trying to mess with Kai like it was the easiest thing in the world, everyone could see the heart eyes he wore for you.

He didn't know what he'd done, but as you leaned up and pressing your fingers to his cheek to keep his head turned to you so you could kiss him sweetly, he knew he was doing something right.

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[taeminsung]

Still feeling incredibly inspired to write. It been a while since I have.

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[odxrilove]

☆ TXT AND THINGS THEY DO THAT MAKE YOU QUESTION WHAT YOU TWO ARE

pairing: txt x f!reader

genre: hcs/scenarios, fluff, bsfs/friends2???? ~1.2k :D

a/n: requested by anon! song rec - nouvelle vague by wave to earth.. also big thank u to val pookie @fairybinie for helping me out sm with these scenarios!!! happy birthday poo i hope u had an amazing day and i wish u the best!! love you lots :D

back to masterlist!

☆ YEONJUN

constantly keeping his hand on your waist. such an action may seem futile and unnoticeable considering yeonjun’s the one doing it, but it still makes you confused. yeonjun’s known to be flirty, a literal heartthrob wherever he goes. he’s also very touchy, easily hugging someone or putting his arm around their shoulder. but it’s only truly with you that he lets his hand rest on your hip, finger hooked into one of your jeans’ belt loops.

at first he started doing it at parties, after finding you in the crowd, arms circling your waist to keep you from getting lost in the wave of people. it continued at normal hangouts, laughing alongside his friends as his fingers fiddled with the hem of your top. then it happened when you two were alone, lounging on your couch while watching a movie. there wasn’t anything or anybody he had to protect you from, but he still slid his hand between the backrest and your body until you were practically glued to his side, his arm comfortably holding onto your waist.

you’re not sure why he does it; maybe to show others you’re not available– you are though, or to purposely tease you and make your heart skip a beat– something that already happens a lot in his presence. but one thing you know for sure is, it certainly doesn’t help your already weak heart.

☆ SOOBIN

being oddly protective of you. soobin is the least confrontational person you know, so it didn’t surprise you when he kept his mouth shut as one of your classmates teased him in class. that’s initially how you two became friends, him nursing your wounded fist after you punched the bully right in the nose for calling him a lanky nerd. 5th grade sure was wild. the following years, soobin tried his best to defend you like you defended him back in the day but again, he’s the least confrontational person you know. however, his best friend-instincts took over him when a guy tried to hike up your dress at the graduation party. you nursed his wounded fist after and the two of you became even closer. after the “fight of the century” soobin swore to himself he would protect you. at first, you found it funny, trying to stop yourself from blushing when he would raise his voice at whoever decided to bother you that day. you don’t really know when it started but with each new time, his best-friend protection act would slowly turn into something that held a lot more feelings than just platonic ones. the way he would look at you to see if you were alright, or the way his hand would slid into yours, or even the one time he called you his partner instead of his best friend. everything was slowly changing, and you didn’t even know if soobin was even aware of it himself.

☆ BEOMGYU

calls you his girlfriend. the first time he did it, you thought he was just joking around, trying to tease you. so you laughed it off, attempting to hide the way your heart fluttered at the thought of you being his actual girlfriend. but the second time, a week or so later, you were even more confused. did beomgyu think you two had something going on? did he find out about your old crush on him? you really didn’t know why he started calling you his girlfriend, since none of his other actions showed he felt anything except platonic feelings for you. he stopped after the fourth time, after he noticed your disoriented and clearly disheartened expression. weeks passed and not once did beomgyu explain his old but short habit to you. but then, months later, when you had almost forgotten about the whole ordeal, beomgyu did it again. to be honest, him calling you his girlfriend that time was in fact beneficial for you– you refused to talk any longer to the creep begging for your number. but the way the word rolled off his tongue, a hint of arrogance and a ton of proudness, made you reach for his hand, acting like the role he had assigned you. tension followed after, for weeks, and your heart continued to long for him. if only you knew you were the only thing on his mind whenever someone said the word “girlfriend”.

☆ TAEHYUN

constantly buys you things. it may seem shallow at first, but whenever taehyun brings you a small trinket or whatever food you were craving at that moment, your heart fills with joy. it’s not the way he spends money for you, but the way he looks at you when he gives it to you, eyeing you to see your neutral expression change into a happy one. taehyun’s a great listener, so he knows all your orders and favorite things by heart, which only makes it easier for him to empty his bank account for you. he swears you’re not special, or at least not more important than the rest of his friends– for whom he rarely ever buys anything– but he can’t really stop his brain from thinking of you when he sees something pretty or tasty at the mall. the dainty necklace around your neck is the literal proof of his favoritism towards you. he had given it to you on your graduation and you hadn’t taken it off since. it was a symbol for your friendship, he said, something to remember the many years you spent together, but the shiny “T” letter pendant made your heart swell every time you felt it against your skin. in all truth, taehyun was just waiting for you to notice the letter pendant of your name he wore on his necklace and hid, carefully, under his shirt collar.

☆ HUENING KAI

he constantly mentions you two in his future. you and kai have been friends since the two of you were in diapers and basically experienced all your first together. spending all those years together, in the same neighborhood, school and friend groups lead to many talks about your futures, sometimes wiping anxious tears away or doubling over from laughter at the mention of so many possibilities. it was a normal thing for you two, getting together and just talking about whatever would be on your mind at that moment. every conversation was different but one thing never changed, the way huening kai wouldn’t forget to mention you in his future plans. he would have pictured everything out, you two living next to each other in your own homes, working across the street from each other, adopting pets at the same time so they could be friends, meeting every friday for a ramen and movie night… whenever you were worried about what the future prepared for you, kai would comfort you, reminding you that no matter what happened later, he would always be there. it always reassured you but unfortunately, you never had the guts to tell him that you’d prefer to live together later, spend your work lunch breaks together, adopt a pet together, and turn every night into a movie marathon.

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[h00nerz]

power up!

ZERO / the better dream team 😍

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y/n ✩ ‘02 liner. minecraft streamer but the cool kind (at least She thinks it’s cool). has a Huge crush on popular streamer soobin. like she is obsessed with him. roommates with felix. childhood besties with ryujin and yeji. has never beaten the ender dragon. started going to school for graphic design then dropped out to stream full time.

felix ✩ ‘00 liner. league of legends streamer. he’s not very good most of his viewers are just teenage girls who think he’s hot. takes apart his pc and puts it back together for fun. australian. constantly gets bullied by the girls. roommates with y/n. posts lots of selfies.

ryujin ✩ ‘01 liner. childhood friend of y/n. has been dating yeji since her sophomore year of high school. kind of started streaming as a joke but now she loves it. streams all kinds of random stuff like reactions or bullying kids on roblox. always getting hit tweets. y/n’s second biggest hater. top 10 sexiest ladies on twitch fr!!

yeji ✩ ‘00 liner. also a childhood friend of y/n. has been dating ryujin so long they’re like one person atp. the only one who doesn’t stream she’s just there for emotional support. she appears in streams a lot tho. fans love her. has 5000 follower requests. y/n’s number 1 hater. loves cats. tweets mostly about ryujin, cats, and being a y/n anti.

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[jjunieworld]

ALL FOR A BET ⸝ ˚⋆

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader

featuring — the rest of txt, yunjin & sakura from le sserafim, jake & sunghoon from enhypen

genre: smau + written, non!idol au, college au, angst, slight unrequited love, fluff, eventual smut

synopsis: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. you... not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can't get you to date him in a month. unfortunately for you, you're a hopeless romantic.

warnings: swearing, some bullying, drinking/alcohol, sexual innuendos, lots of love confessions, at some point soobin gets on his knees and begs, some blackmailing, lots of fighting (check chapters for warnings!)

status: complete┊schedule: thurdays, sundays, whenever started: 12/16/23┊ended: 2/22/24 taglist: closed. note: inspired by pink in the night by mitski (more of the general vibes than an actual inspiration)

profiles. the romantics┊the it group

00. prologue ⸝ ˚⋆ 01. oh “dear diary” ⸝ ˚⋆ 02. at 6pm tomorrow ⸝ ˚⋆ 03. spongebob character headass ⸝ ˚⋆ 04. tainted ⸝ ˚⋆ 05. white girl wasted!!!! ⸝ ˚⋆ 06. ghosting ⸝ ˚⋆ 07. wtf is your issue? ⸝ ˚⋆ 08. empty ⸝ ˚⋆ 09. more than anything ⸝ ˚⋆ 10. my beautiful y/n ⸝ ˚⋆ 11. coolest kidz on da block! ⸝ ˚⋆ 12. can you fight?? ⸝ ˚⋆ 13. heart eyes ⸝ ˚⋆ 14. analyzed ⸝ ˚⋆ 15. pink in the night ⸝ ˚⋆ 16. i’ve hacked the system ⸝ ˚⋆ 17. sighs loudly ⸝ ˚⋆ 18. in the clouds ⸝ ˚⋆ 19. backup plan ⸝ ˚⋆ 20. icarus ⸝ ˚⋆ 21. half alive ⸝ ˚⋆ 22. safe space ⸝ ˚⋆ 23. spontaneous movie night ⸝ ˚⋆ 24. the beating heart ⸝ ˚⋆ 25. operation: get him back ⸝ ˚⋆ 26. cmon carrie underwood! ⸝ ˚⋆ 27. the elevator ⸝ ˚⋆ 28. i was right ⸝ ˚⋆ 29. a serious chat ⸝ ˚⋆ 30. it’s not love ⸝ ˚⋆ 31. we are so back!!! ⸝ ˚⋆ 32. just ask and i’ll show you ⸝ ˚⋆ 33. cornered me ⸝ ˚⋆ 34. get a room ⸝ ˚⋆ 35. at 6pm tomorrow (reprise) ⸝ ˚⋆

epilogue. notes between the fabrics

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like the moon ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ huening kai

huening kai x gn!reader , tags; mermaid!kai , human!reader , modern fantasy au , fluff , courting , slightly inspired by the little mermaid ofc , rejection , angst , getting together ? in a mermaid way , mates/soul ties , reader is sleep deprived , taehyun is a smartass , totally not stealing outfit inspo from sugar rush ride as an addition to the plot wdym haha

warnings: making out , reader's gender isn't specified but you wear dresses , near death experience? reader almost drowns

a/n: hiiii! sooooo i tried something a little different this time for my fairytale-esque fantasy lovers??? lmk how u guys feel about it :] i hope you enjoy!!! (edited but not beta read so pls excuse any mistakes aaaa)

wc: 8.4k+

you love the ocean more than anything else in this big, wide world. you treasure the crisp air and the salty, but comforting scent of the atmosphere,  the way the rays of the sun would bounce off of the rushing waves and onto your skin fills your heart with an uncontained warmth, and the sunset reflected on the surface brings you a sense of serenity. you have loved the ocean since you were little—growing up on the coast, the sea was basically your backyard.

your mother had nicknamed you “droplet” from the way you would always run into the house dripping with ocean water, spending most of your days out at sea swimming—your favorite thing to do was pretend to be a pretty mermaid, chosen to protect the reef from any bad guys nearby. the ocean is your home, your sanctuary… where you belong.

ever since you moved towards the inner, bustling part of your town, you have made it your mission to visit the beach every few days if you can, whether it be to stay for three minutes or three hours. so here you are, stepping onto the sand with bare feet in a secluded area of the beach, jacket discarded on some random rock, notebook and pen in hand. you prefer writing your lyrics out here; the sounds of small waves hitting the shore and the occasional squawk of a passing seagull always seem to calm you, letting you release any tension in your muscles. you have been overworking yourself lately, staying up all night to produce and write songs, barely having any time to yourself to just be.

you settle down into the sand, resting your back against a washed-up long, and from there, you let your pen do all of the work. the air is a bit harsher than usual, the breeze whipping around you, knocking the bottom of your dress up slightly with the movement. you cross your legs, digging your toes into the sand as you look up at the sky—it’s a dull gray filled with heavy clouds making their move toward your small town. 

a faint frown makes its way onto your face; a summer storm must be coming soon. the clouds are still a ways away though, so you bask in the small time you have left to relax, writing down a few more lyrics as you listen to the quiet song of the sea. 

words flow easily onto the page as you let your train of thought take the reigns, a familiar serenity washing over you. the wind, although slightly aggressive, feels nice on your skin—it’s a little clammy outside, the humidity of summer lingering in the atmosphere. everything is hushed, peaceful, and you think you can fall asleep right here on the shore.

the calmness in your body only lasts for so long—your body snaps to alert as a loud, echoing shriek interrupts the quiet. you tuck your legs into your chest as your eyes scan the beach, but nothing seems out of the ordinary, save for a forgotten towel a little further down the shore and the heavy clouds above you.

you squint a bit as you look out onto the water and a beat later, you notice a head peek out from under the deep blue surface. it’s not alarming in the slightest, though—divers do frequent this area during this time of year. brushing it off, you let your body relax as you settle back against the log, watching the diver go back under the water.

for a while, things go back to the way they were, your pen writing down as many lyrics as possible, tapping your foot in the sand as you hum a quiet tune to yourself. figuring out melodies has to be your favorite part of songwriting—hearing the words on your page come to fruition is a beyond-satisfying feeling. it isn’t until a few minutes later that your groove is heckled once again, that same shriek you heard before ringing through your ears. 

your eyes immediately find their way to the water, your heart nearly stopping in your chest as you lock gazes with the same head you saw a moment ago.

you’re quick to realize that whatever you’re seeing isn’t a diver. the man, or rather… creature has emerald green eyes, almost glowing as they glare from above the water, its dark hair wet and pressed down against their forehead. something akin to white, fish-like scales line the side of its face, flashy and sparkling. you can’t see the rest of the face due to the waves, but the head goes back under before you can fully process what you just saw.

you’re frozen still—those unnaturally green eyes send a chill down your spine. there’s no way that was just a diver, or a passing fish. whatever it was, it freaks you the fuck out. maybe you’re just imagining things. you’ve been running on less than three hours of sleep a day, staying up late to write and produce. you have over 20 commissions to complete in the next two months, so to say you’ve been neglecting your health would be an understatement. thinking of the fact, you decide it’s best to head home early; not only to avoid the soon-to-come storm but also to possibly squeeze in a quick power nap before the all-nighter you’re about to pull.

shooting a quick text to taehyun about how you’re so looped out, you’re starting to hallucinate (and receiving a lengthy scolding of a text back), you make your way home—and you don’t let yourself look back onto the water after a third noise sounds from behind you. must be a dolphin mating call.

or something like that.

the clouds have parted for the sun the next day you make it onto the beach. the wind is still persistent, but it’s not as bad as the day before, so you simply zip your jacket up to your neck as you walk through the sand. you didn’t bring your lyric book today—partially because taehyun had chastised you over the phone about your workaholic tendencies—but you really just wanted to relax. there’s a slight crook in your neck from the awful sleep you had last night, your eyelids heavy and your movements nearly sluggish. this lack of sleep has really been doing a number on you, but you know the sound of the ocean waves can help you de-stress, even just a little bit.

as you make your way to your usual spot against that big, washed-up log, you notice things sparkling in the sand right where you normally sit. you tilt your head in confusion, making your way over with a little more ferver in your step.

a small circle of pretty shells rests in your secluded spot, sparkling as the sun hits their smooth surface. they twinkle like stars in the sky and you can’t help but gasp at how beautiful they are, luminescent and bright. in the center of the circle sits a small, rusted gold necklace with an attached hand-carved pendant—the symbol is a crescent moon with faint initials at the bottom that you can’t quite read. you look around to see if anyone is around to claim the necklace, frowning a bit at the deserted beach. someone must’ve forgotten their things. 

you take a closerlook at the beautiful array, running your fingers over the awe-worthy shells—and one, in particular, catches your eye. it’s a pristine white, so rich you’d think it were manmade. it glimmers as you gently pick it up, holding it up to the sunlight. the color reminds you of those scales you had seen above the water the last time you were here.

it’s odd—whatever you imagined seemed so vivid and true. you can still physically feel the intensity of those green eyes, sharp and prying from where they watched you over the colliding waves. the sight had been so jarring that when you closed your eyes to rest that night, a pair of verdant ones glared back at you in the darkness. you don’t get enough sleep as it is, but you were barely able to get a wink of it with that image in your head.

you take a good look at the shell one last time, declaring it too beautiful to leave here all alone on the deserted beach—you slip it into your tote bag before taking a seat a few feet away from the necklace, just in case anyone comes back to retrieve it. the waves are gentle as they crash onto the shore, leaving seaweed, pebbles, and little crusteaceans in its wake. the sound is lulling as you settle your back against a nearby rock, letting your eyes slip shut to bask in the peaceful bliss.

you may have underestimated just how tired you really are, because as you blink your eyes open with a tiny yawn, you realize you had fallen asleep. the hidden gleam of the sun has moved towards west and you aren’t sure how long you’ve been here, but the uncomfortable pain in your lower back from the sharp rock behind you is telling enough.

it isn’t until you hear a small, surprised noise next to you that you actually will your brain to wake up. the scream you let out at the sight of a man crouched down next to you is absolutely embarrassing—especially with the way he simply fliches back a bit, his eyes widening at the sudden noise.

his eyes.

they’re a shockingly vivid green, round and dilated as he blinks owlishly at you.

they look incredibly familiar.

he seems to be just as startled as you are, and as your vision focuses a bit more, you notice the pearly white scales that sit on his face, glistening in the sunlight. tiny, pointy fangs peak out from his slightly ajar mouth, his black hair fluffed up and sun dried as it falls in waves on his forehead, framing his face prettily.

he’s very pretty.

but holy shit—you gasp as he blinks at you again, finally remembering where you’ve seen those eyes from.

well, this is great. you are so sleep-deprived that your imagination has now festered into some sick lucid dream. 

wake up, y/n! 

the man—the thing—seems to sense your disarray, a quiet noise sounding from the back of his throat as he reaches out to you with furrowed brows. you jump, moving back from the sudden movement, eyeing the fangs that rest on his bottom lip. 

oh god, this dream feels all too realistic and now you’re about to get eaten by some sexy monster man! this is why it’s important to have a consistent sleeping schedule, y/n!

you can hear your heartbeat in your ears as he stands to move in front of you—from this angle, you can get a good look at his figure. he’s incredibly tall, with long legs that go on for miles. his frame is covered by a tatted black and white sweater that just barely hangs onto his shoulder and a satchel across his frame, his upper body completely exposed to the slightly chilling air. he wears loose white shorts that reach just above his knees, littered with holes and tears—as if they had been washed onto sea after a treacherous journey across the ocean. that gold necklace from before rests in his hands, the chain dangling down and clinking softly in the wind. it must be his, you register. you open you mouth to defend yourself as not-a-theif—but you’re quickly cut off. 

he doesn’t speak other than to hold out the necklace to you with a small and insistent noise, his green eyes flitting quickly between yours. the pounding in your chest is incredibly persistent, every single bone inside of your body urging you to not take it—but your hand seems to have a mind of its own, reaching up to grasp the damp gold, your fingers shaking as they brush over the green-eyed man’s.

you can see the way his eyes glimmer as you warily hold the necklace against your chest, your breath stuck in your throat as he digs around in his satchel again. there’s no way you aren’t dreaming, everything seeming like a haze around you as you inspect the scattered white scales on his cheekbones, eyeing the fangs that slightly peek out from his mouth which leave shallow indents on his bottom lip.

his head turns towards you again and you feel your neck heat up from being caught staring, your gaze shooting down to your lap. you squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to wake up from this lucid dream, ignoring the way you can hear the man so clearly shuffling around in front of you.

you’re lucid dreaming, y/n. you really shouldn’t have eaten right before bed! wake up, wake up, wake up.

you count to ten in your head before you open your eyes again, flinching back as you find emerald green staring directly into yours. he’s kneeled down in front of you now, one of his hands in the sand next to your foot, his head cocked curiously as he scans your face—his thick, black hair falls into his eyes messily and up close, you notice the tiny beauty marks littered across his face and neck, the way his lips are bitten red, and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

so you aren’t dreaming? then that means… 

the man is cautious as he raises a hand to his chest, pressing over his heart before he bows to you. your mouth is dry—what the hell is going on?

you have no time to think before he lifts his head again, gazing up at you through his impossibly long eyelashes, the tiniest shadow of a smile slipping onto his lips. 

“i am kai.”

his voice is clumsy and horse, almost as if he doesn’t use it much, and a heavy, unknown accent paints his words as he speaks. the white scales on his face gleam in the sunlight and you find yourself slightly intrigued, wanting to reach up and feel them, but stopping yourself from doing so.

the man… or rather, the creature seems gentle enough—if he had planned on biting your head off, he surely would’ve done it by now. you let your guard lower as you sit up a bit, the necklace still clutched tightly between your fingers.

“my name is y/n,” you respond quietly—and the way his face lights up is absolutely blinding, a broad gleam taking over his initially shy smile, his scales twitching in an almost cute way. you watch as his hand drops from his chest, moving into your space to cup the side of your face. your body immediately tenses at the unexpected touch, a noise of surprise leaving your lips.

he leans forward as if to kiss you and a surge of panic courses through your body, cringing away from his hold—but he does no such thing. instead, he rests his forehead against yours, mumbling something in an unrecognizable language as his eyes flutter shut. you’re frozen in slight shock, but the lack of fear in your body confuses you to no end. you should be trying to run away from this strange creature, but instead, you feel… relaxed. a calm washes over you as his skin touches yours, feeling yourself be lulled by the quiet words he speaks to you.

when he pulls away, the grin is still on his face, running his finger down your cheek before moving out of your space. you try not to acknowledge the slight emptiness that fills your chest at the loss of touch, a faint and warm trail lingering from where is finger had traced.

“you took… you took one of m-my shells,” kai speaks with an eager bounce in his tone, gesturing toward your tote where that glimmering white shell still remains. your eyes follow his hand, quickly reaching for your bag to pry it open and search for the shell.

“oh, i’m sorry! i didn’t know it had an… owner…” you trail off as his eyebrows furrow, his lips twitching downwards as you grab the shell out of your bag. “you can have it back if you want…?”

the creature’s eyes comically widen, shaking his head at your words. he pushes your hand back towards you, a small whine emitting from his throat. 

“gift,” he states firmly, nodding towards the shell. you look down at the shell quizzically, everything slowly piecing together in your head bit by bit.

“you… did you leave all of those shells for… me?”

the bright smile quickly returns to the creature’s face as he nods fervently, his scales rippling in excitement. while you finally got answers to the weird phenomenon, you’re still full of bewilderment—what is this creature and why is he giving these gifts to you out of all people? it simply makes no sense.

“for you,” kai confirms, leaning into your space again now that you seem to understand. you catch the way his verdant eyes flicker with an emotion you can’t quite read. 

offering him a genial smile, you gently place the shell back in your bag. “thank you… but… why?”

the creature cocks his head, confusion overtaking his charming features at your question. he turns his head to glance back at the water before meeting your gaze again, pointing in that direction. 

you blink at him a few times, trying to understand what he’s referring to, but nothing comes to mind. seeming to sense your puzzled state, kai reaches into his satchel again—his eyebrows are furrowed with concentration as things clink and clang around in the bag. all you can do is sit and watch as he hums with contentment, pulling out a tiny metal ring before setting it in the sand before you.

you gape at the object, glancing down at the ring and back up to his eyes a few times—because if this is what you think is happening… and if this isn’t a dream… then you’re definitely hallucinating. you aren’t ready to get married! especially not to some strange being who clearly doesn’t know the concept of personal space.

“what is… what is this?” you ask quietly, your voice wavering slightly. kai smiles at you, nodding towards the ring gently.

“for the humans to know y-you are my mate, y/n.”

you blink at him, feeling your breath catch in your throat.

his what?

“i’m sorry… i’m not your… uh, mate. i—i think you’ve gotten me confused with someone else…” you begin slowly as you move to stand and get the fuck out of here; something you should’ve done when he first approached you. kai is quick to shake his head, his vibrant eyes dulling with something melancholic and heavy, reaching out to grab onto your bag so you can’t go.

“i am not confused. you are my mate,” kai speaks desperately, still kneeling down with the ring now slightly buried in the sand. you don’t know what type of creature he is, or what is even going on, but you are certain this doesn’t have anything to do with you. 

you’re a human and he’s a… whatever he is. there’s no such thing as mates. he’s surely one hell of a hallucination. next time, you’ll actually listen to taehyun’s lecture about the side effects of sleep deprivation and too much caffeine intake.

“this is… this is crazy. i have to go,” you respond sharply, ripping your gaze away from his distraught eyes—something in your heart pangs deeply at the pure sadness on his beautiful face, your gut twisting with something sticky and vile.

kai’s fingers hesitantly let go of your bag with a quiet, pained noise, shrinking in on himself as you give him one last glance before quickly heading towards your car. 

when you take a glimpse back to the shore as you begin to pull off, the man is nowhere to be seen—except for a slight glimmer of a white scale disappearing beneath the tide.

for the next few days, it rains—thick and heavy clouds cover your small seaside town, drenching every bit it can reach. the beach is closed off due to high tides, the waves all too harsh and cutting to be safe for visitors. being cooped up in your apartment is starting to drive you crazy—you already miss the salty smell of the water, the softness of the sand between your fingers…

and the calming touch of the strange creature you encountered.

it’s something horrible in the way that this… thing has been overtaking your mind, tainting your mind with emerald green every passing second. every time you sit down to write a new song, your pen develops a mind of its own; going on about the ocean’s waves, and glittering white scales, and vibrant eyes. it’s like a curse, the way you can only think about kai and nothing else.

after ruminating in your thoughts as the rain continues to nearly flood your town, you’ve come to the conclusion that kai wasn’t a hallucination. that shiny white shell sits nicely on your dresser, right next to the gold necklace you had been so selflessly gifted. 

you try not to let the guilt eat away at you—the creature had been nothing but kind to you, but the uncertainty is too much. what, with the talk about mates, the gifts, and that eerie calmness that overtook your body as he whispered those foreign words to you… it sounds like something straight out of a fairytale. 

it’s late when you settle into bed, your laptop resting in your lap as your phone sits on speaker next to you—they say curiosity killed the cat, but you need answers. sleep be damned.

“so what you’re telling me is that a strange, sexy man with scales on his face gifted you random shells and an old ass necklace before claiming you to be his mate?” taehyun recaps through the phone, voice coated in monotone incredulity. it sounds absolutely ridiculous when he puts it that way, but you’re having a hard time believing it even happened yourself, so you can’t blame him.

“i said a strange, sexy creature, not man.” 

the line is silent for a second.

“y/n… i know you’ve been stressed lately, but don’t you think it’s time to bring these delusions to a licensed professional—”

“taehyun, this isn’t a delusion! it actually happened!” you huff out, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. you try to put yourself in his shoes—if your friend told you they’ve been approached by a majestic creature, you’d also recommend them to get help—but you know what you saw. what you felt.

“that’s exactly how delusions work, sweetheart. we may think things are real, but—”

“hold on, shut up. listen to this,” you click on a link to a news page set in your town, the article dated back to 2007. “two foreign aquatic creatures were spotted near the shore on june 6th, at approximately 3 pm. they are described to be humanoid beings, with scaly, fish-like features.”

“y/n, that’s literally like every fish ever.”

“since when were goldfish considered to be ‘humanoid-beings’,” you quip, actually rolling your eyes this time before you zoom in on the blurry pictures provided on the site. It’s hard to make out in the 480p photo taken from a distance, but there seems to be two people, a male and a female, washed up on shore. they have long, shiny fish-tails that glisten in the way the scales on kai’s face did, their torsos completely human save for the gills on the sides of their neck. 

it’s all too jarring, all too real—and in your mind, right then, it clicks.

“please don’t tell me you think—”

“i think he’s a mermaid, taehyun.”

back when you were young, still the little “droplet” everyone knew, your grandmother would tell you and the other kids in your town stories about how she once fell in love with a mermaid when she was young. they’d met on the same beach you frequent and pursued their love in hiding. she’d go on and on about how he was the most beautiful person, or rather, creature she had ever laid her eyes on. how he was gorgeous and alluring—and the way his green scales sparkled in the sunlight.

you seemed to be the only one to ever believe her stories, even in the slightest. you already loved the sea, and the prospect of mermaids, real-life mermaids, inhabiting the waters you adored so much intrigued you to no end. you would stay at the shore with your grandmother after all the other kids had gone home for dinner, begging her to tell you more stories about this mysterious mermaid who held her heart.

she had said mermaids were forbidden to interact with humans, let alone be with one—but the two of them didn’t care. they had believed their love was too strong for even the wind and sea to tear apart. she spoke of how after the fishing industry became prevalent in their town, she had begun to see him less and less, until one day, he had stopped showing up at all—thus being the dull end of their story.

thinking back on her words now as you stare at the pixelated photo, things slowly begin to come together in your brain. he’s a mermaid. he has to be. there’s no other explanation.

“you’re still stuck on that? you know your grandma once told me a watermelon would grow in my stomach if i ate the seeds? i was scared for years, y/n. years! i don’t know if she’s the most reliable source—”

“this is the only thing that makes sense though,” you mumble as a pair of bright green eyes fill your thoughts.

it’s like something is calling you from deep inside your soul, something anguished and distressed—and it’s calling you back to that beach. you know answers are there. even if this all turns out to be some weird, ongoing delusion, you need to find out the truth—for your own peace of mind. (and maybe taehyun’s as well, seeing as he’s still rambling on about his fear of being pregnant with a watermelon.) 

and in all truthfulness, you want to… need to see those eyes one more time.

it’s a horrible idea. actually, it’s in your top 10 most stupid y/n moments.

sneaking onto the shore is easy enough. there’s no lifeguards on watch, or any lingering public safety employees as you step onto the sand. only a sliver of it is visible—even your usual spot is covered with water as the waves crash against the shore with untainted vigor. the rain is heavy, grimly pouring from the sky in buckets. your jacket isn’t doing enough to block it from seeping through the fabric, making your clothes cling to your skin uncomfortably. 

honestly, you pitched yourself to be smarter than this–-everything in your body, ever nerve and muscle screams at you to run around and go home. there’s no point in trying to prove something that simply doesn’t exist. they say the human body can only run on so much sleep before you start to feel out of character; and you already feel like you’re outside of your body.

it’s like you’re in a trance, under a spell as your feet keep on walking, your vision completely focused in the darkness of the night as you scan the water for anything. it feels like something inside of your body is calling for someone, the feeling profound and wretched to the point where it makes your heart heavy and raw.

that feeling tugs you like a magnet, past the public part of the beach and to a more vacant, woodsy area where trees and bushes reside, the branches hanging over and dipping into the water, leaves being whipped up by the unforgiving breeze. you’re close—you can feel it, deep inside your soul.

the waves are unrelenting as they tumble over eachother, some shallow ones hitting your ankles and splashing up your legs—and you’re too out of it, too entranced by whatever song is singing inside of your chest to watch where you’re going.

you trip over a rock hidden in the sand, falling over yourself as your already drenched form becomes soaked with ocean water, the harsh waves tumbling over you as you try to sit up. you’ve always been a great swimmer, phenomenal even, but the storm has turned the ocean into something wicked and unlawful, pulling you further and further into the water the more you struggle against it.

you’re tugged into the rip before your brain can process it, having only half the mind to call out for help—but it’s not use. the waves are too loud and the pouring rain drowns out any and every noise in the breeze. it’s too dark to see anything and you can already feel yourself tiring out as you fight to stay afloat. 

the ice cold water does wonders to sober you up from whatever hypnosis you were under and now that your mind is clear, true panic and terror sets deep into your chilled bones. you’re going to die out here, in the hands of something you have loved since you were a child. things really do come full circle, don’t they?

the full moon resting in the condensed sky is the last thing you see before you completely black out.

you feel it before you even open your eyes. a heavy, burning hand on your back and a heated finger trailing down the slope of your nose. your entire body is warm from head to toe, your cheek cushioned by a soft, cotton-like material. a captivating voice sings a gentle song in words you can’t understand, the volume just under the perpetrator’s breath—the sound is almost completely muted out by the roaring sea outside.

the roaring sea.

you inhale deeply as if you’re searching for air that’s nowhere to be found, sitting up quickly with labored breaths. your eyes automatically lock onto a figure—an all too familiar figure with worried green eyes and luminous scales and soaking wet hair that drips water onto the sand.

kai.

you fling yourself into his arms despite both of your wet clothes. his touch is grounding and comforting as you bury yourself into the crook of his neck, holding onto him tightly. he doesn’t speak as his arms hesitantly wrap around your torso, his hands smoothing down your back in silent consolation. only then do you register the thick sweater that is strewn across your shoulders—it’s the same one he had on that first day you met. 

the thought makes your eyes brim with slight guilt. he has just saved your life, even after you so rudely ran away from him. you want to apologize, but nothing comes out as you finally break away from the embrace. he won’t meet your eyes, and that fact alone makes your heart wrench.

“how did you… how did you know i…?” the words are stuck in your throat as you gape at him, trying to not let your eyes wander down his exposed clavacle where a few more shiny scales reside. kai’s pretty, pretty emeralds are sad—the kind of sad that radiates off a person and spreads to everyone nearby. your gut clenches. he’s quiet for a few beats before his hand moves to his chest.

“i… i can feel it. your fear,” he whispers, his hand resting over his heart as a visual communicator. you don’t know what to say, any words that come to mind die on your tongue just as quickly as they appear. your silence is incredibly loud as kai’s bottom lip trembles, hastily standing to his feet. your eyes follow him as he take a couple steps back, creating distance between the two of you. your body immediately goes cold, feeling a harsh shiver run up your spine, wracking your entire body.

“i am sorry,” kai mumbles solemnly, looking down at the sand below him, his hands folded tightly in front of his body. you’re still shivering despite the sweater draped across your shoulders, staring up at him as you wrap your arms around your body.

“why… why are you sorry?” you inquire, feeling your heart pang at the whine that leaves his throat. he won’t meet your eyes and you already find yourself craving to see those vibrant irises again.

“you r-rejected me as your mate. i must leave you alone now,” kai nearly whispers as he strictly keeps his eyes trained in the sand. he should be cold in his sopping clothes—this heavy wind and pouring rain outside of the small cove is enough to freeze just about anyone—but he seems completely apathetic to the weather. 

an ugly, weighted emotion rips through you at his words, mentally cursing your past self for being so rash about it all. you don’t know the implications of “rejecting” a mate, but with the way kai is weary of stepping any closer to you, you’re sure you’ve done enough damage to last a lifetime.

“kai—i’m sorry about what i said. i’m still confused, but…” you inhale deeply, watching the way his scales sparkle with the reflection of the moonlight on the water. he’s truly gorgeous. “i’m willing to listen if you want to teach me. about what all of this means… about yourself.”

you can physically see the way kai’s breath hitches, his body tensing up as he just barely lifts his head, emerald green peeking through his dark shaggy hair. kai’s eyes meet yours and you feel something akin to relief wash over you. he seems to be waiting for something as his eyes glimmer with hope and hesitancy, so you give him an affable smile, warm and inviting, before patting the spot in front of you.

kai’s scales ripple as his weary demeanor softens, quickly moving to take a seat in the sand. he mirrors your position, pulling his legs up to his chest, your feet almost touching from how close he is to you. your heart stutters a bit as he watches you, his gaze filled with so much infatuation and mesmerization, it fills your stomach with knots. 

“what would you like to know, y/n?”

the way your name rolls off of his lips, sounding oh, so elegant coated in his unnamed accent makes your head spin. his moles are placed perfectly on his unblemished skin like stars at night, his eyes shining like the moon herself. 

“i want to know what you are,” you start, speaking quietly so that only he can hear your words. kai smiles at you, his pearly fangs showing themselves once again. they aren’t so scary now—not with the way his hands are so delicate as they mindlessly draw shapes in the sand or the way his scales ripple once again as enthusiasm overtakes his body. 

“i am a mermaid. the sea is my home.”

the words would have surprised you, had he told you the very first time you two met, but now they simply settle the uneasiness in the pit of your gut. it all makes sense now. the scales, the eyes, the shells, and his fantasy-esque features… he’s a mermaid. 

you inhale deeply to collect your thoughts—the fact that this is all real is too much to take in at once. you look down at your own feet buried in the sand, shivering again at a harsh gust of wind. your heart rate picks up as kai lets out a soft sound, reaching up to adjust the sweater around your shoulders, running his hand down your arm before retracting. the touch that lingers in his fingers’ wake is incredibly warm, feeling it spread throughout your entire body. you want to feel it again.

“i… i thought mermaids aren’t supposed to be seen by humans,” you nearly question as you find his eyes. something sharp flashes through them, as stormy as the night sky above, and you feel your breath catch in your throat.

kai glances away as he thinks for a moment, his pupils shaky as the words strike him. he’s tensed up again and you begin to think you’ve said the wrong thing.

“you don’t have to tell me, kai. i’m just… i’m just glad you’re here with me right now.” your voice is incredibly gentle as you coax him to look at you again, watching the way his shoulders slowly relax at your tone. he doesn’t look at you, though—his eyes stay trained on a random rock, his fingers twitching from where they sit in the sand. he’s quiet for a bit as you two sit in a light silence, the sound of the fierce rain and the rough waves outside filling in the space around you.

it isn’t until he takes a deep breath, those emeralds on his face absolutely glimmering when they meet your eyes. there’s no smile on his face, but his eyebrows are slightly furrowed and his eyes are so incredibly sincere, you feel it pierce through your heart like a sword on fire.

“you are my mate, y/n. i will do anything for you,” kai speaks, closing his eyes for a second. “even if i had to betray m-my coven to find you… my life is for you. nothing else matters.”

his words invoke a deep stirring inside of you—the urge to reach out and caress his face, to hold onto his hand, to feel his skin—it’s untameable. it’s as if a flame is ignited inside of you as he opens his eyes, hearing your heartbeat pound incessantly in your ears, watching the way his scales flicker as they reflect the moonlight. his eyes are entirely dilated as he scans your face, the vibrant green of his irises overtaken by his dark pupils—you feel completely bare despite being fully clothed, vulnerable like a butterfly pinned to a board.

it’s only then does he move, untucking his legs to kneel on one before you—almost an exact replica of the way he had bowed to you the first time you met. he reaches his hand out to you and without a second thought, you take it, letting him pull you both to stand. his fingers are ice cold, but a warmth spreads throughout your body like wildfire, a soft gasp leaving your lips as he tugs you closer. he lifts his other hand to rest on your cheek, his eyes flitting in between yours. 

when he leans in again, you’re ready, your eyes slipping shut as he presses his forehead to yours. you can feel his breath on your lips, the sensation sending tingles down your spine. he’s silent for a moment before he whispers something in that enchanting language of his—even though you can’t understand what he’s saying, his timbre is like a lullaby, filling your head with cotton and stardust.

“i… do you feel it?” kai whispers as his nimble fingers stroke your cheek gently.

he doesn’t elaborate—he doesn’t need to, because you do. you feel the way his touch leaves a burning trail against your skin, the way his eyes pull you in like quicksand, entrancing and bewitching, and the way his voice sounds like music to your ears. you feel it all, and you’re nodding in response before you even realize it, registering the way his hand grips onto yours tighter, his breathing picking up ever so slightly. 

“it does not matter if you are human, y/n. our souls are connected… and mine has not stopped searching for yours.”

you’ve always wondered why you resonated so much with the ocean. sand is a pain to clean out of shoes, the waves can be terribly unforgiving, and the tide even stole your favorite pen once. but nothing can deter the pull you feel toward the sea—or more so, towards what resides in the sea.

your mate.

you don’t have to say anything for kai to know you finally understand, blinking your eyes open as he lifts his head. his eyes are practically glowing as they lock onto yours, his fangs peeking out as he smiles at you, his scales rippling and fluttering animatedly. 

“you are so beautiful,” he speaks through his small gleam. it’s such a cliche, but the way he says it holds so much weight, it squeezes your heart painfully. he says it like you’re a breath of fresh air, as if you’re the most captivating thing he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing with his own eyes.

the heat that crawls up your chest blooms throughout your entire body, wrapping your heart in a cozy blanket as his fingers trail down from your cheek to your jaw, tilting your head up ever so slightly. you don’t move away—and in all honesty, you have no desire to. he’s gentle in the way his hand lets go of yours, finger by finger, before moving to find a home on the small of your back. 

you’re not shivering anymore. his touch is incredibly searing, yet impossibly calming, feeling your mind go dizzy as his eyes search yours for something you aren’t quite saying. it’s almost nerve-wracking, how the suspense builds up in your chest as those emeralds flicker down to your lips, feeling your body grow hot all over. 

“will you allow me to… to k-kiss you?” kai whispers, not even the aggressive waves outside able to drown out his voice in your ears. 

there’s no doubt in your mind as a breathy “yes” slips into the air. 

he’s clumsy with the way his lips find yours, your hand coming up to his chest. his heartbeat under your palm pounds at lightening speed, his body slightly trembling as your lips move against his tranquilly. there seems to be no rush, melting into his embrace with each passing moment.

the press of his fangs against your lips only slightly stings when the tips of them dig in a little too hard, and kai is quick to soothe over the pain with a swipe of his tongue. he tastes of ocean water, a bit salty, but there’s another sweet undertone as well that you can’t quite place your finger on. you don’t linger on it for too long—you don’t want to have to use your brain, so you lose yourself in the feeling of his fingers against your spine, his thumb brushing over your jaw so delicately, you almost want to cry.

his tongue prods against yours as he presses closer to you, as if close is never close enough, as if he wants to sink into your body and become one. your mind is hazy, but you feel safe as his fingers trail down to the side of your neck, leaving fluttery, ticklish sensations in the process. he explores your mouth as if you are a cavern full of gold, mindless to the way small, needy noises leave his lips. it’s overwhelming for the both of you, engulfed in this little bubble you’ve created. 

when he pulls away, it’s slow and reluctant, leaning back in a few more times to get another taste of you, peppering kisses down your jaw and your neck. you can’t help but moan softly at the feeling that stirs in the pit of your gut as he nips and bites and sucks at your skin—completely enamored with you.

he places one final kiss under your ear before his emerald eyes meet yours—you preen at the way he looks at you like you’re the heart of the sea, the ocean herself. it’s too much and not enough at once as you tuck yourself into his broad chest, your heart beating in sync through your dampened clothes. it feels right. this—him. he feels right and now you’re certain he isn’t just a measly dream.

the sky appears to be unreal, coated with lovely hues of pink and purple, a deep orange settling near the horizon as the sun lowers itself from the sky. it’s still warm out, the tide low as you tip-toe through rocks and shells, feeling your heart fill as tiny hermit crabs take cover in the sand, holding the bottom of your flowy dress up so as to carefully watch your step. the waves wash against the shore with a subdued rhythm and the sky is void of any clouds—the calm after the storm.

your breath catches in your throat as you see the man waiting for you at the end of the shore, his black hair mussed and slightly damp. it seems as if he’s been waiting for a while—he stares off at sea, sitting just a few feet from the tide as his hand mindlessly picks up sand and lets it fall through his fingers.

he’s oh, so gorgeous, even from afar. the white button-up he adorns is rolled up to his elbows, legs covered by brown pants that flow in the wind. his trusty satchel is slung across his frame, seemingly full to the brim as it rests in the sand next to him. a contemplative look resides on his face, his head slightly tilted to the side as his mind wanders. you almost feel guilty for the thought of disturbing this quiet moment. 

but then you’re reminded that he’s waiting here for you—your stomach flutters as he turns his head, those vibrant eyes lightening up at the sight of your figure making its way toward him. he stands to his feet with the brightest smile on his prince-like face, his pretty fangs pressing into his bottom lip in the cute way they always do. 

his scales ripple as he pulls you into the tightest hug you’ve ever experienced, a serene buzz washing over you as he safely holds you to his chest. you register the feeling of him pressing small kisses onto the crown of your head and you giggle a bit at the fluttery sensation. you tilt your head up to meet his eyes; and they never fail to make your head spin, containing so much sincerity that squeezes your heart in all of the best ways. he cups your cheeks, the warmth of his fingers spreading down your neck and blossoming in your soul.

“i missed you,” you speak softly, and you mean it—nothing, no one can compare to the way kai can make you feel so loved and wanted with a singular, simple glance. you dream about his little beauty marks, his wide smile, and those iridescent scales that sparkle when the sun hits them just right. even just a few days without being near him makes your core surge with a deep longing—and now that restless feeling finally dissipates as he leans in to kiss your nose, and then your cheek, and finally your lips.

“i have missed you more,” he mumbles against your lips, his nose brushing yours as he kisses you so delicately, attentive to every little noise that leaves your lips. his hands smooth down your sides, running his fingers over the soft fabric of your dress, coming around to press against the small of your back.

when the kiss breaks, you’re rendered breathless, blinking your eyes open to find him already watching you. the faint smile on his face widens as you reach up to carefully touch the sparkling scales on his cheekbones before running your fingers through his disheveled hair. he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut with the gentle movement of your fingers. 

“how long have you been waiting?” you question as you finish adjusting his hair, resting your palm against his chest. he hums in thought before he opens his eyes—and you’re in awe at the way the setting sun manages to reflect in them, looking like specks of gold against his irises.

“not long at all. i-i made something for you last evening,” he responds almost shyly. your eyes widen in surprise, watching as he takes a tiny step back to open his satchel. his cheeks are flushed a pinkish-red once he pulls out a handmade crown, woven with dried seaweed, softwood, and the prettiest, eye-catching flowers you’ve ever seen. there are even a few tiny shells tucked in here and there, and they all sparkle the same, twinkling as the sunlight hits them.

“you made this?” your voice comes out airy, in awe at not only the gift, but also the thought of him spending time handmaking something for you. kai nods timidly, looking up at you through his eyelashes. your heart threatens to explode as he gestures toward your body.

“m-may i put it on y-you?” he asks, a slight nervousness coating his voice and you’re quick to nod, bowing your head a bit to give him better access. a quiet, enthused noise escapes his lips before he can contain it, stepping close to you again. he adjusts your hair ever so slightly before situating the crown on your head. you can’t see yourself, but you’re sure it looks amazing by the way kai’s scales flutter, his gleam almost blinding as he moves back to admire his work. the crown is light and a few of the flowers tickle the side of your face. you feel beautiful.

“you know you don’t have to keep gifting me things, right?” you softly chide with a little chuckle, but kai’s bright smile falters at your words, cocking his head in confusion with a little whine.

“do you not… do you not like m-my gifts for you?” kai’s voice slightly trembles and you’re quick to backtrack, grabbing onto his hands with both of yours.

“no, no, no, kai–-i love your gifts. it’s just… isn’t the courting stage over? you know i’m yours, right?”

kai’s eyes sparkle with admiration as you speak, letting go of your hands to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his body. he’s warmer than he usually is, and you suspect it has something to do with the humid air around you—the storm has long since passed, the shore drying up quickly, leaving only fluffy sand and a quiet, sedated ocean in its wake. 

it’s a reflex now, to close your eyes as he gently rests his forehead against yours, a faint, contented hum sounding from the mermaid.

“you still deserve the entire sea and all of the stars, my beautiful mate.”

it’s horrible, the way your entire body tingles, feeling your face heat up from his words. it should be sappy and sickeningly sweet, but his voice brings you nothing but peace, letting yourself melt into his embrace as he subtly sways you both to the rhythm of the waves.

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