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long way home 14 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.9k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

warnings: crying koo :(

summary: the one where jungkook is absolutely helpless and there's only you he needs.

a/n: 🤧🤧🤧🤧

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | gonna add the links tmrw im too tired rn

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5 months ago

When you picked up Jungkook's call you didn't expect him to utter a desperate and exhausted "I need you", followed shortly by a deep, wretched sigh.

You didn't ask follow up questions. Didn't ask where he had been for the last two weeks, why he didn't answer you texts or calls. Simply because you know exactly how he must feel like if he calls you because he feels vulnerable and helpless. And you'll always be there for him whenever needs you.

20 minutes later and you're knocking on his door. He doesn't open immediately, but once he does you're left with a very confusing picture.

Jungkook has a tiny, sleeping baby in his arms.

"She just fell asleep, please don't make too much noise," Jungkook whispers.

You close the door as you enter his apartment, your eyes not leaving the small baby girl in his arms.

The second thing you notice is how tired Jungkook looks like. His hair is a mess, you can see the dark bags under his eyes from a distance.

You don't notice the state of his apartment - messy, unorganised and chaotic - until later, you are too distracted fixing your attention on Jungkook's big arms carrying a tiny human. His tattooed arm is supporting her neck while his other hand is placed on her back.

Jungkook walks down the hallway and you follow him.

"Are you a babysitter now? What have I missed?"

Jungkook enters his gaming/home gym room and the slight jocularity that had spread through you disappears as soon as you take a look around the room.

There's a crib. In his room. Where his whole gaming set up was supposed to be.

Jungkook bends down, softly placing the little girl inside the crib. He saunters back to you, leaving the door ajar.

"Who's baby is that?" you inquire. The answer should be obvious but it can't be.

With a deep stare into you eyes he says, "It's my baby." He closes his eyes, seemingly aware of how bizarre and sudden this must sound for you.

You blink once, twice. But you don't know what to say.

Jungkook starts walk towards his living room and you're right behind him.

"I...I haven't seen you for two weeks now and you...you have a baby?"

He leans against the back of his couch and you halt in front of him.

"God, I know how fucking absurd this looks like. I mean, I didn't know either."

Your brows instantly go up at this. "What? What do you mean you didn't know either?"

"I-" He ruffles his hair, eyes cast down before he continues a moment later. "Sora showed up, like two weeks ago, with Nabi in a car seat and told me that she'd been pregnant after we broke up and..." Jungkook trails off, one of his hands forming into a fist. "She said she thought the baby was from her boyfriend - or ex-boyfriend now, I don't fucking know - but after Nabi was born he insisted on taking a paternity test. He wasn't Nabi's dad."

Your mouth hangs open. "Are you sure that you're...?"

"She promised. Sora promised she hadn't been with any other men." Jungkook continues, "She was crying. And I told her that we should talk about this, discuss things. But she wouldn't listen. She said she couldn't do this alone, said that she had tried but everything became too much for her. And then she left. She fucking left me alone with a baby. I didn't have food, or clothes or diapers or anything."

"I was...I didn't know what to do. I called Sora. Hundredths of times. She didn't pick up once. I messaged her, asked her to help me, told her that we could somehow figure this out. But she blocked me. She fucking blocked me!"

"Fuck, Sora left without even telling me Nabi's name!" He raises his hands in the air, his anger taking over. "I only found out because she put the birth certificate in that stupid baby car seat."

You see the tears shining in his eyes, but you stay quiet, allowing him to continue his rant.

"And then I went to the store to buy her stuff. I bought diapers and clothes and formula. But then this lady told me I wasn't allowed to buy more than two boxes of formula, which, what the fuck? I don't fucking understand that."

"You know, I thought, I though maybe I could handle this. But I just - I can't, y/n. I swear I tried. I tried so fucking hard to be a good dad but this, this won't work. I don't - I don't know what to do anymore. I haven't showed up at work since she's here. I could hire a babysitter, but shit, you saw how small she is? I'm not letting Nabi alone with a fucking stranger. She is my...I can't do that."

A single tear rolls down his cheek. "Hey," you whisper softly, a hand traveling up his face to swipe his tear away.

"I tried to be good. I tried everything, y/n. But she's always crying and screaming and I don't know what to do anymore. I'm exhausted."

"It's okay," you tell him, wiping away another tear. "We can figure this out together."

In that moment, Nabi's wailing is heard from her room. You stop Jungkook before he can move to get her.

"I'll get her. You can stay here."

Once you're in Nabi's room you scoop her up in your arms. "Hi Nabi," you coo. You sway her in your arms and she slowly calms down. She's still awake though, watching you with her big eyes. They look similar to Jungkook's.

As you look around the room you can't help but think about how ridiculous it looks. There's a treadmill, a power rack and a pec deck machine and then there's a wooden crib in the corner. How lovely.

"You're not gonna leave that room like that, are you?" You ask as you walk back and sit down next to Jungkook on the couch, Nabi still in your arms.

"I'll renovate that room. I just haven't had time for that yet."

You look down at Nabi, her eyes slowly falling shut. "How old is she?"

"Almost 4 weeks." Jungkook gazes at you both. "Her cuteness makes up for the restless nights she gives me."

You look at him and notice the redness in his eyes. You don't know if it's because of the lack of sleep or because he just cried a little. Nonetheless, he looks exhausted as hell and you feel sorry for him. He shouldn't have to do this all by himself."

"Thank you for coming."

"I'll always be here when you need me." With a soft smile adorning your face you try to tame his unkempt hair. "How are you feeling?"

A gloomy sigh escapes his mouth. "Tired."

"Didn't get any sleep in the last 2 weeks?"

He rubs his eyes. "Barely." Jungkook puts his head back, sighing deeply with closed eyes. "I just don't get why Sora thought Nabi would be better off with me. I'm fucking miserable at this. I'm alone and supposed to raise a child? A baby ? This- this is not gonna fucking work."

"Hey," you frown and nudge him lightly on the shoulder. "You have me." You scoot closer to him. "You'll always have me."

He doesn't look assured yet, so you add, "We can do this together, Koo. You don't have to be alone. We'll go through this together. You and me. Just like always." You give him an encouraging smile and you see the hope  slowly springing up in his sad eyes.

"You'd to that?" he inquires. "You'd to this with me?" His voice is quiet, almost like he's afraid to ask that question.

"I'm not leaving you. Not ever."

"You're like-" He pauses, brooding over his next words. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Your whole body gets drowned in a silly, euphoric feeling. A shy smile appears on your face.

"Get some rest. I'll be here for the whole time." Looking down at the tiny girl in your arms you say, "I'll take good care of her."

Jungkook gets up and stands in front of you. "Thank you," he whispers. Gently, he cups your face with his big hands. His thumbs slowly skim over your skin. "I don't deserve you." Jungkook leans down, pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead.

~

You cleaned Jungkook's whole apartment. It was a mess when you got here and now every thing is tidy again. Hopefully it'll stay like this.

Now it's 2am, Nabi is in a deep slumber after you fed her, and you need to go home.

You don't want to leave without letting Jungkook know. Slowly, you open his bedroom door. He lies on his stomach, limbs outstretched and fast asleep, just like his little girl in the next room.

You knock on the door. "Jungkook?"

He tosses in his bed but contrary to your expectations, he immediately rises from the bed, stumbling on his feet as he strides towards you.

"Everything good?" he makes sure, voice groggy.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Nabi's asleep and I've tidied up your apartment. I don't think I've ever seen it this clean," you chuckle.

A weak smile falls on Jungkook's lips. "You're the best," he mutters, pulling you into a hug. He rests his chin on your head and slowly sways to the left and right with you. "You're the the best," he repeats, his nose rubbing against your hair and inhaling deep. "And you smell good."

You giggle. "And you're drunk on sleep." You push him back by the chest, leaning away a little. "I think I should go now."

"No, no no. What are you talking about?" A slight frown settles on his features. "You can stay here." He pauses, then adds, a little softer, "I need you to stay over. Please?"

Before you realise it, you're already nodding.

And then Nabi starts crying. She cried a lot while you were cleaning up Jungkook's apartment, but never for too long, somehow she always calmed down when she was in your embrace.

"I'll get her," Jungkook says. "I think she got used to sleeping in my bed at night."

He leaves the room to get Nabi and you're left with a slight pout on your lips, the thought of Jungkook sleeping with teeny tiny Nabi in his big bed making your heart clench.

Not soon after you're dressed in something comfier and have brushed your teeth. You slide into the bed, Nabi already in the middle of the bed, close to Jungkook. Despite her loud cries from earlier, she seems to be fast asleep again.

"She's so tiny," you say, brushing over her soft cheek with your finger.

"Thanks for staying with me."

You look over at Jungkook, smiling. "Of course."

Jungkook pecks your cheek, whispering the softest "Love you" you've ever heard.

"Love you too, new baby daddy."

Jungkook grimaces. "Don't call me that."

"But that's what you are now," you point out.

"Well, then you're my baby mama."

Now you're the one grimacing. "Ew. That sounds awful."

"But that's what you are now," he mimics you.

You roll your eyes. "Just go back to sleep please."

"The come closer. Why the fuck are you so far away." Jungkook grabs your waist and draws you closer.

"I don't wanna crush Nabi."

But Jungkook is having none of that. He grabs your calve, pulling your leg over his body. "Now I can go to sleep." He slides an arm across Nabi, placing it on your hip.

You nuzzle your face into the pillow that smells of him. "Good night."

"Good night, baby."

Warm Hands (Ice Cold Heart) | PJM {M}

for those of you who belong to the upper echelons of society, the holidays are synonymous with parties. lavish and (in your opinion) excessive gatherings — opportunities to show off what you’ve accomplished and acquired over the year. unfortunately for you, tonight’s particular celebration features two special guests: the man you thought you would be with for the rest of your life, and the man you married.

pairing: jimin x reader ft. jungkook genre: angst, fluff, light smut words: 10.7k contains: arranged marriage au, banter!, some steamy petting, and a lil bit more, second lead syndrome (oof), so many emotions a/n: this fic is part of the “Once Upon a Holiday” collab with the wonderful @underthejoon​, @fantasybangtan​, @kpopfanfictrash​​, @lamourche​​, @suga-kookiemonster​​, & @junghelioseok​​! i’ve always wanted to write an arranged marriage au, so i hope you enjoy my take on the trope. shoutout to lovelies @hobi-gif​​ & @propinqxity​​, who supported me when i needed it most 💞

“Smile. We’re supposed to be happy.”

Your husband’s voice is carefully light, a brief exhale as his lips brush the outer shell of your ear. Warmth spreads from where his palm holds the side of your waist, the fabric of your sheath dress an obviously inadequate barrier against him as you climb the elaborate stairs leading into the mansion, into the noise.

“I’m trying,” you snap back, though the attitude you want to give him is a challenge when your mouth is deliberately curved up to look genuine. Every step you take seems to further exasperate the nerves that have been buzzing in your chest and stomach since well before you arrived here for the party. The damn nerves that have been prickling at you ever since you learned a few days ago of a certain name being on the guest list for tonight.

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‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 01

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Yns roommate is a meanie beanie

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Your first day at the gym goes bad but your new bestie is there to help.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 1.8k

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You stared at the number on the scale, the number haunted you, it’s the biggest number you’ve ever seen on it and you would have let tears fall if your roommate hadn’t walked in.

She looked over your shoulder and down at the scale.

“Yikes,” She sighed,” maybe you should consider finally using that gym membership I got you.”

Your pulse quickened at the mention of the worst Christmas you’ve ever had in your life.

It was supposed to be the best since it was the first time your crush Kim Taehyung, agreed to go to your party. You wore this really pretty red dress, which in hindsight was definitely a mistake since he said you reminded him of Mrs. Claus and when he saw the hurt in your eyes he added cute to it.

You just smiled and hoped everything would be perfect and fun.

But it wasn’t.

When it was time to open presents and your roommate gave you an envelope you thought was a gift card to your favorite restaurant. A gift that she usually gives you, but when you opened you saw a membership card to your local gym.

You were mortified. You looked around the room only to see your other friends giggling along and praising her because it was just so nice of her to be thinking of your health.

Even Taehyung laughed.

You still haven’t been able to face him since then. It was also when the voice in your head got a little bit meaner than usual.

You shook your head to rid you of that memory.

“I’m actually going to go later today,” You smiled proudly,” I want to document my whole progress and-“

“Are you actually going to do it this time though?”

You bit your lip.

She’s right. Are you?

“I am,” you said above a whisper,” I have to.”

She hummed,” that’s good y/n.”

You loved your roommate Yoon, she was friendly, strong, beautiful and thoughtful. Sometimes her comments did hurt you but she was just looking out for you.

She just wants what’s best for you.

You went to the gym when google said it was the least busy.

Which was at 1pm.

You were instantly met with a couple of guys and another girl, it definitely smelled like a gym.

You suddenly felt pumped and excited.

You looked around and everyone was doing their own thing, no one paid attention to you.

You won’t pay attention to them, well you might have paid just a tiny bit of attention to one guy in particular. He was lightly jogging on a treadmill but he was gorgeous, his hair was dark, sweaty and in his face, and oh god he had a sleeve filled with random tattoos.

He probably hates girls like you.

The voice in your head made sense.

You made your way to a treadmill, just one away from the muscley guy.

You hyped yourself up.

Let’s do this y/n

You got this.

Here we go, just turn it on.

Wait, how do you turn it on?

The treadmill had so many buttons and adjustments that made no sense to you whatsoever.

You sighed, defeated. It was barely your first day and it had already gone horribly, embarrassingly wrong. You wanted to cry, you wanted to go home and maybe eat those macaroons your mom sent you but you remembered Yoon was home and would most definitely tell you how she knew you'd give up so easily.

You bit back tears, swallowing the heavy lump in your throat. You were determined to do this though. You don't know how but you were going to do it.

Luckily the man next to you had been glancing towards you ever since he heard you sigh loudly every now and then. He could tell it was your first day, he remembered how nervous he was on his own first day. Maybe that's why he decided to help you, or maybe it was because he found you so breathtakingly beautiful he couldn’t help but feel like wanting to take care of you.

He pushed those thoughts deep down remembering how his best friend told him how weird and disgusting she felt when men did so much as even look at her at the gym. He didn't want you to think he was like those types of men.

He looked over to you, luckily you didn’t have headphones in.

"Hey," the man leaned over the treadmill," if you don't mind, I can show you how to turn it on."

Your face morphed into one of distrust, you felt embarrassed that he's offering to help you.

How much of a fatass do you have to be to not know how to turn a treadmill on?

You huffed, sometimes you just gotta swallow your pride and receive any help you can get.

"Thank you." You avoided his dark eyes. Something about him made your heart race and your ears bloom with blush.

"I'm Jungkook by the way." He smiled.

"I'm y/n..”

You didn't want to smile because of the embarrassment you felt but his was so contagious that you couldn't help your lips as they twitched into the most awkward smile you've ever worn.

He was even more handsome up close and his tattoos added on to how intimidating he looked. Once he spoke though, it was like that mask of intimidation flew off and you were met with the most genuine smiles you’ve ever seen.

“You gotta put this thing in here,” Jungkook grabbed the little plastic cube that was attached and placed it over one of the little buttons,” see? If you lose control just pull it off and it’ll stop. Now this is the speed, and this is the incline.”

Incline? What the heck was an incline? This was much more complicated than you thought it would be.

Maybe you should just give up.

You sighed again, making Jungkook glance at you. He recognized the confusion in your face.

“The incline is where you can make the treadmill feel like you’re walking on a hill,” he explained,” the bigger the number the steeper it’ll be.”

“Oh.” You mentally noted.

“I don’t recommend using it until you get comfortable just walking on it, you’ve never been on one before right?”

You pressed your lips in a thin line.

Was it that obvious?

“I mean, unless you want to! You can work out however you want, I don’t- I don’t make the rules,” Jungkook spoke fast to clear up any misunderstandings,” I just assumed I’m sorry.”

Did he just apologize?

He didn’t even say anything worth apologizing for but yet here he was over explaining himself, clearly regretful of what he said.

He cleared his throat,” I’m- I‘m gonna go..if you need any help just come get me.”

You nodded, fixing the speed of the treadmill. You watched him walk to the weights and maybe your eyes stayed on him a little longer than they were supposed to be.

You couldn’t help it, he was absolutely amazing. It was like those big weights were made out of paper. He handled them so easily and you were in awe, wishing you could be that strong. He also looked extremely sexy but that thought was for another time.

30 minutes later he came back to do his cool down on the treadmill next to you.

Jungkook smiled at you before setting his speed to match yours.

Your heart fluttered.

It felt like you two were silently walking together and suddenly you didn’t feel all that nervous anymore. You had someone there, he didn’t pressure you, he didn’t make any back hand comments, he just walked with you and occasionally gave you a smile.

Maybe today wasn’t as bad as you think.

Jungkook snapped you out of your own thoughts when he grunted and you decided it might be time to end your own workout.

He helped you clean your machine before he started gossiping.

"I take it today is your first day?" Jungkook asked as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

"Y-Yes." You rubbed your thumbs together nervously.

You waited for him to say something that would most likely make you regret accepting his help. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for him to criticize you.

But instead his eyes smiled before his lips did.

"Well welcome!" Jungkook patted you on the back, a little bit rougher than intended but it's the gesture that counts," I think you did really good for it being your first day!'

The pain in your chest eased up a little.

"You think so?" You basked under his praise like a flower soaking in the light from the sun, and just like a flower you felt yourself grow a little bit taller. ”Definitely! I mean you were beast on speed 3.”

He grinned hoping to make you smile just a little bit since he could see how nervous you were.

He waited.

There it was.

You looked so pretty smiling and he wondered if you smiled often or if you were always cute and shy.

You tried holding back your smile, but you couldn't help how nice it feels to be told that you did a good job instead of being told you weren't trying hard enough.

Maybe today would be the beginning of change, and you hoped this change would be like spring and blossom the bud of love in your heart for yourself.

Jungkook showed you where the water fountain was so he could fill his water bottle up and your heart swooned just a little when he offered to fill yours up too. You graciously handed it to him, feeding giddy from his gesture.

“Maybe tomorrow I can show you how to do the step climber.”

A scary name for a machine but you felt excited because of how excited he seemed to be.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jungkook cutely wiggled his eyebrows.

“Y-Yea,” You avoided his eyes, afraid to catch them judgingly eyeing your body,” around the same time..”

You didn’t want to come back if you were being honest, but something about his energy eased your racing mind. You almost felt like he wanted to see you again.

You always were a dreamer.

Jungkook patted your back again, a lot softer this time since he noticed you rubbed the spot he patted you on last time.

“Cool! Great job today y/n!” He said before he walked off into the men's locker room.

You were left standing there buzzing with such a scary new feeling that you welcomed regardless of its unfamiliarity.

But then that little voice in your head nipped the flower that started to blossom in your chest.

He doesn’t want to see you again.

Why would he?

Look at you.

He felt bad for you, that’s why he helped you.

He’ll probably make fun of you with his friends.

He would never like anyone like you.

You bit your lip, agreeing with that little voice that seemed to control you so easily.

But maybe you should come tomorrow just in case.

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A/n: Chapter 1 is out !!! Like I said I was nervous about this whole idea ngl but some people are just so fatphobic I guess I’m making this to help me heal from my own trauma ? Learning to love yourself is so hard. I mean it. Like do I want to loose weight and change everything I’m uncomfortable with OR do I want to unlearn all the mean things that were engraved in me and learn to be comfortable??? Anyways what did you guys think? I would love to discuss any fatphobic remarks anyone has gotten because JEEZ people can be mean !!! Let’s all take a moment to support each other’s journeys!!

Thank you to my bestie and beta reader @justanotherstarlightmonger we wouldn’t be here without sam🫡

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You Broke Me First | social media au

{jimin x reader x jungkook au; fakedating!au}

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𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐩𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦.𝐜𝐨𝐦’𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰! 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐯𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞! 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰!

𝗧𝗲𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀: 𝗮𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗙𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝘆𝗴𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 (𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘅 𝗔 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘀). 𝗦𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝗻-𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗲. 𝟮𝟰/𝟳 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘆-𝗽𝗲𝗿-𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗺.𝗰𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 

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