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ddmmyuta · 8 months

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Can I request a Yuta Nakamoto best friend smut? With female reader...

-🫣anon

I like your hands…

yuta x afab reader

warnings (wtf are you doing on smut tumblr as a minor?): smut, friends turned situationship, more smut, hand kink…

it was finally the weekend after a week that felt like a month! you needed to chill, take a breath, get some needed sleep, meditate… but that wasn’t going to happen, for you were going to a concert that evening. not that you minded… you were going to watch your best friend Yuta perform live, something you have always wanted to witness. but before that you had to do grown-up stuff… like shower and make yourself food and go get groceries… ugh!

just as you were about to exit your apartment to go get some groceries, your phone rings in your bag. it’s Yuta (your bestie) asking if you wanted to go for a quick brunch (that sounded so millennial I’m sorry). you agreed after being hesitant… you wondered where he got the time since he was literally performing that evening to thousands of people. you quickly pack the rest of your bag and sprint to the cafe he said to meet up at.

the cafe was fancy to say the least. you walked through the cafe doors and saw Yuta sitting in the middle of the room, already drinking a coffee. he doesn’t notice you until you’re right next to him. he quickly stands and gives you a hug ‘hi y/n, how have you been?’ he asks, pulling your seat out for you to sit. ‘I’ve been good… busy but good.’ you reply, settling your bag to the side. ‘shouldn’t you be preparing for a crowd of thousands at the moment’ you ask, looking into his eyes. damn, his eyes are really pretty now that you’re actually noticing and his hair compliments his skin tone a little too much to your liking. ‘We have a few hours before the concert and I knew you were coming to watch… thought we could chat a bit since we’ve both been busy and out of touch’ he says, grabbing your hand that was on the table and holding it. His hands are… fucking beautiful to say the least. it’s like Aphrodite sculpted every vein and crease on his hands, wrists… wow. ‘Would you like to order something?’ Yuta asks as the waiter is standing next to you… you must’ve gotten lost in a trance while looking at Yuta’s hands… you were weak!

after your meeting, Yuta walked with you back to your car, a awkward silence filled the air. ‘y/n, is there anything you’re insecure about?’ he asks, not in a offensive way, he was genuinely curious. ‘I don’t know, I think I’m insecure about everything and nothing at the same time. some days I feel pretty and other days I feel like dog shit’ you answer, Yuta looking at you confused. ‘Is there anything you’re insecure about?’ you ask in return. he takes a while to get to something that makes him feel insecure… ‘I don’t like my hands that much.’ you are shocked to say the least… ‘why, your hands are so pretty?’ you ask, a reprimanding tone in your voice. ‘I don’t know, I just wouldn’t list it as something that makes me attractive.’ he replies, you still shocked by his statement. you finally reach your car as Yuta greets you. ‘I should go get ready for tonight’s concert…’ you say, Yuta turning away and walking. ‘oh… and I like your hands…’ you say to him across the parking lot. you didn’t see it but he smiled and blushed so hard he could barely keep a straight face.

you arrive at the stadium for the concert, lines waiting for their tickets to get scanned. it was packed and you knew it was going to be a suffocating environment, however that didn’t matter for you were supporting your BEST FRIEND (which you told yourself constantly after your encounter at the cafe that morning). the show starts, people screaming and shouting, lights flashing… it was incredibly entertaining and somewhat nostalgic. the other members were amazing but your eyes were focused on Yuta… a little too much honestly. you started wondering mid concert if you were falling hard for the dude who lies like it’s a language and calls you bro as if it’s your first name. to be honest you tuned out so hard that before you knew it, the concert ended. people were leaving and the seats next to you were empty as you were just standing there lifelessly in a state of thought. you snapped back to reality shortly, got your things and went to go greet the guys backstage.

as you entered the backstage area you saw the other members either cooling off, eating or chatting with one another or other fans with a backstage pass, but you couldn’t see Yuta. you figured he was tired and probably wanted to be alone, so you greeted some of the guys but eventually left soon after. as you were heading for the exit of the backstage area, Yuta runs after you. ‘y/n where are you going?’ he asks slightly out of breath from running and performing for like… 2-ish hours. ‘I didn’t see you backstage so I thought you were tired or getting dressed…’ in that moment as you looked at him you realized he was shirtless. ‘I’m sorry, I wanted to change quickly before I saw you, I look all sweaty…’ he says shyly, and you won’t lie you would lick that sweat anytime! ‘I was wondering if you’d like a drink? Tea?’ he asked, gesturing to go to his dressing room. You couldn’t say no cause he looked all sexy with sweat dripping down his neck and he still smelled like an angel and his hair was all messy and his tattoos look all pretty and his belly button piercing was shining and his… you were WEAK!

as you entered his dressing room, you realized you were the only ones in there. he closed the door behind you and showed you to the couch in the room, which was conveniently facing the mirror. ‘so what do you want to drink?’ Yuta asks, walking across the room to the small fridge in the corner. ‘I have beer, whiskey, vodka, wine…’ he says, rummaging through the little fridge. ‘tea or a glass of water would be nice…’ you reply, Yuta laughing at your response. ‘you’re really boring.’ he says, pouring himself some whiskey and putting the kettle on for your tea. ‘I have to drive home…’ you reminded him. he sits down next to you on the couch, handing you your tea. ‘thanks for supporting me tonight, I really appreciate it.’ he thanks you, turning himself slightly to face you. ‘not as much as the fans appreciated it though…’ you say, gesturing to his still naked torso. ‘oh sorry… am I making you uncomfortable?’ he asks sarcastically, placing his hands on his chest to cover himself up. you once again notice his hands and how attractive every vein running down his arms are. he notices you staring, the air becomes thick and you completely zone out. subconsciously you both move closer to one another, both of you trying to keep focus but you just end up saying weird shit to one another and without even thinking you’re on his lap.

your lips are centimeters apart, foreheads touching and your heavy, nervous breathing seals the deal. his lips meet yours as his hand travels up your neck to your hair and grips tightly, your hands cupping the sides of his face and his other hand making it’s way under your underwear. ‘we should stop…’ you say breathlessly in an attempt to potentially save your friendship. ‘no we don’t…’ Yuta replies kissing you harder than before, his tongue intertwining with yours (and your friendship leaving the door). he flips you over so that he is hovering over you on the couch, his hands lifting your shirt up and throwing it on the ground. your bare torso feels the cold sensation of his rings as his hands roam your body, snaking down to your pants. he quickly removes your pants and throws them to the side, his hands moving towards your core. you look up to see yourself naked in the reflection of the mirror, seeing only Yuta’s back and head. he moves down to your heat, his head between your thighs and all you can see is the filthy reflection of you two in the mirror. he starts eating you out, making it impossible to keep quiet. ‘let them hear you…’ he says, moving his fingers toward your entrance and entering two fingers. his tongue licking your clit and his fingers moving in and out of you got you in a trance. ‘Yuta, I’m close…’ you say heavily, earning a grin from him. ‘cum around these pretty fingers you like so much…’ he says, pushing in and out of you faster until your cumming and squirting all over his hands and face. ‘such a good girl…’ he says, wiping his face with his dry hand.

you hear his belt unbuckle, his pants falling slowly to the floor. you feel embarrassed all naked like this, especially in front of your (former) best friend. ‘fuck, you’re beautiful…’ he says, finally removing his underwear to reveal his dick. even his dick was pretty, you don’t know how someone can be this attractive. just looking at his bare body, hooded eyes, tattoos and piercings could feed your fantasies and make you cum. ‘you look so cute naked… we might have to do this more often so I could see how cute you can get’ he says, teasing your entrance with his dick. ‘stop teasing me, please…’ you manage to whimper. ‘what do you want me to do then?’ he asks devilishly, removing himself from your entrance. ‘I want you to fuck me…’ and before you could end the sentence, he was fucking you hard. the sounds echoing in the room as his dick slams in and out of you, you’re heavy panting adding to the atmosphere. his left hand moving to your neck, slightly choking you. the sensation arousing you even further, it made you smile even. his right holds your one thigh, pushing it against your body as he moves even faster than before… you were going insane. your toes were curling from the pleasure, you knew you weren’t gonna last any longer and neither was he. ‘I’m gonna cum…’ you moan softly, his eyes meeting yours for a brief second after he was looking at your body the entire time. ‘cum for me…’ he pants in your ear, his abdominal muscles contracting with every thrust. ‘fuck you feel so good…’ Yuta says, earning a grin from you. before you could even think of anything else to say, you reached your high again. cum pouring out of you, your body shaking from what just happened. Yuta slowly pulls out and watches the cum drip down onto the couch, the sight making him want more.

before you could gather your senses he flipped you over once again so that you were straddling him. he looked into your eyes as you were hovering over him, his lips meeting yours again. he moves his lips to your neck, then to your chest as he leaves marks all over your body. ‘turn around’ he says, signaling for you to turn around so that you were facing the mirror on top of him. you quickly face the other way, now looking at yourself in the mirror and Yuta’s hands crawling along the sides of your body, one moving to your neck, the other moving to your clit. he starts circling your clit while kissing your neck from the back, him looking at your sensual reflection as well. the moans coming from you filled the room (and the hallway) as his hand moved faster around your clit. you were close to climaxing but before you could Yuta removes his hand and places it on your thigh. he lifts you slightly over his dick and he starts thrusting into you from below, your body automatically syncing up with his thrusts. the sight of you bouncing on his dick made him feel a certain way, and him knowing you’re seeing yourself all ruined like this made him even more turned on. ‘look at how pretty you are, fucked raw…’ he whispers into your ear, your core clenching at his words. ‘I want you to see how cute you look when my cum leaks out of you…’ he says thrusting even harder as if it was even possible. the hand that was on your neck moved to your breast, teasing your nipple as you were so close to cumming for the third time that evening. ‘Yuta I can’t…’ you say breathlessly, you can’t hold it in anymore. you were reaching your high for the third time but Yuta didn’t stop thrusting in and out of you until you were a cumming, squirting mess. his dick hitting you so deep it felt like you were gonna break. when he finally pulls out of you, he takes your jaw in his hand and he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror. he forced you to look at your fucked out face, shaking body, heaving chest and the cum running down your thighs. he gently lifts you up and places you down on the (not cum smeared part) couch. ‘see this is what happens when you compliment me!’ he says, giving you a kiss to the forehead. he went to the bathroom to go clean up and you were understandably confused and shocked. you gather your clothes that were on the floor and you quickly put them on. you look at the cup of tea on the table and you feel sorry for everything it just witnessed.

‘I should get going.’ you say as Yuta comes out of the bathroom. ‘Hey, wait…’ Yuta says, trying to stop you from leaving. ‘What?’ you ask, kinda confused and rattled by everything that just happened. you were expecting Yuta to end the friendship. you thought he wanted to cut all ties with you now that things were awkward as fuck. Yuta looked into your eyes and he asks you… ‘I was wondering… there is a new Sanrio store that opened and I was wondering if you’d like to go check it out with me?’

thanks for reading… I absolutely loved this request, we need more people like anon who asks and requests what society needs! this is inspired by my love for Yuta’s hands cause when I see them hands I started barking like a damn dog!

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Part 8: The Drop Out

Starring: Nakamoto Yuta

Summary: Nakamoto Yuta was known for his partying lifestyle. The man had zero care in the world for anything that didn't involve getting high or drunk. He slept around and traveled from place to place without a care in the world. Until one particular event with his mother stealing all his money led to him traveling to Japan to handle business. With a few dollars in his pocket, he traveled unknowingly to you who had also gone to Japan during your time away finding his mother easily while he struggled to spot her. With enough zeros who convinced her to cross her own son.

Warnings: Smut, Public Sex, Angst, Manipulation, Mentions of Alcohol and Drugs.

Words: 9k

MINORS DO NOT READ!!!

Enjoy :)

You never thought this was where it would come to. You and Johnny Suh sitting in one of the tallest buildings in the city. Sitting in one of your Father's buildings, HeadQuarters. Both of you sat in his office your father sitting behind his high desk while the two of you sat in front of it. Security standing in all areas of the room. Some Security yours, some Johnny's but the majority your fathers.

The office was dark and cold. You always hated coming here. The large window behind your father's coal-colored desk exposed the city that surrounded you. As a kid, you would run to the window and stare below the people appearing as ants. Your father wasn't one for the arts. He was a modern man with traditional values. He was modern with his money but not his mind. Is office showed just that. A lifeless room with dark colors on the walls.

Black leather couches were placed behind for more personal, comfortable meetings with clients. However, while personal this was far from comfortable.

Your father's reactions were sure to scare you. You had been caught.

Two Weeks Ago

"So what should I wear?" you asked the three in your closet. They all sat on your velvet couch and had been sitting there for hours as you struggled to find an outfit for your date with Yuta. "I thought this didn't matter to you?" Jungwoo teased with a smirk. "Why are bothering so much with your outfit?" he asked. You huffed throwing a purple scarf on the ground.

"Because he needs to be under my spell not the other way around," you said. Ever since you had gotten rid of the video a part of you was starting to feel secure. You had felt a giant weight off your shoulders knowing Johnny no longer had anything hanging over your head. Even your friends noticed your glow. How the lift changed your attitude. They also felt things slowly were turning back to normal.

But you weren't out yet. You still had a few on your list. Getting through this date with Yuta was just the beginning of the new journey you'd go on. You weren't stupid. You knew eventually Johnny would find a way back to you. You knew he'd strike again. You just had to be ready for it.

"Okay I have these two options," you said holding up two dresses both cut above the knee and would hug your curves beautifully. The dresses were sent straight from Paris and designed to fit you and your body only. One dress has a deep olive green color and an off-the-shoulder look. Exposing your neckline gracefully. You had the perfect necklace to match, making you look tall and brisk.

The other was a deep purple that had a v-line cut. The dress would hug your body and would embrace your feminity. You had the perfect earrings to go along with the dress. The cut of the dress expressed the status you held to your name and made your presence known to those who were around.

"I like the green," said Wendy.

"I like the purple," said Jungwoo.

You looked over at Jisung, and all of you did.

"Well?" you asked holding up both dresses. He eyes the purple one agreeing with Jungwoo but the green one would also look amazing on you. Although he believed no dress would do justice to your beauty no matter how expensive it was. No matter where it was imported from or how many jewels it had and luxury fabrics were sewn into it. Your beauty would outshine a thousand diamonds he thought but couldn't say. So instead he said.

"I like the purple one," he pointed to the dress nervous lump in his throat. "Okay. I'll still try the green one on just in case," you said walking off to try the dress on. You emerged back into the closet with the green dress on. Jungwoo and Wendy Oooed and awed servants coming and placing a tray of champagne.

"Isn't champagne for celebrating?" You asked. Wendy nodded taking a glass. "Yup. We're celebrating Y/n," she said raising her glass everyone followed cheering to you and then they all took a sip. Confused you took a sip. "Why?" you asked. Jungwoo stood up stunned walking over to you and bringing you to the full-length LED mirror.

"Because it's your birthday," he said placing a soft friendly kiss under your ear. You giggled pushing him off seeing him hold you in the mirror. Jungwoo was one of your dearest friends. He knew how to make you laugh. He knew what to say and when to say. He always knew the right thing to say. You are grateful to have him.

Jisung shifted seeing the two of you. Wendy noticed chuckling she leaned over to him tapping his shoulder and breaking his trance. "Don't worry too much. He doesn't like girls," she said. Jisung only nodded but he'd be lying if he said it didn't calm his nerves. You showed off the green dress once more before Wendy begged to see the other.

You huffed disappearing with the purple dress in your hands. When you returned everyone got quiet.

"Wow," said Wendy. "Wow is right," Jungwoo responded with a proud smirk. He sipped his champagne as he relaxed on the pink velvet couch. "I'm always right," he said taking a sip. Jisung finally turned to your frame. He felt his eyes wide and almost pop out of their sockets. He didn't even bother to hide his stares. All he could think about at this moment was how right he was. You outshined the dress.

His stares made you shy, something no one had made you feel before. The only person to make you feel this way was Jaehyun. But that was the past. This was now, Jisung was staring at you like you were the only person in this world that his heart danced for. You felt the warmth creep throughout your body and to avoid taking another show an hour before your date you shook off the feeling and instead turned to Wendy.

"What do you think?" you asked her.

"Beautiful," you heard but not from Wendy. You turned your head looking towards the direction of the voice. Jisung sat there with glowing eyes, his eyes never leaving yours. "You look beautiful," he said lost in your beauty.

Wendy gasped and Jungwoo excitedly hit her arm. You smiled looking down at the dress and then back at him. When Jisung had realized he had spoken out loud he shook his head clearing his throat. "I'm sorry I don't know why I said that," he said looking away and staring at the floor.

"Because it was honest," responded Jungwoo he sent a calm smile to Jisung then he turned back to you. "You do look beautiful," he said standing up and walking over to you. "But now something needs to be done about this hair," he said with a smile placing his hand on your shoulder.

Everyone waited in your living room for Yuta to show. You sat on your couch leg jumping up and down. You shook your head hand falling to your lap. "What if he's lying?" you asked the room. Everyone turned to you waiting for you to speak again.

"What if this is a trap? Johnny has been silent so I'm assuming he's using Yuta to get back at me somehow. After he did deliver the package," you raced on. Wendy sighed sitting beside you. "What does your gut say?" she asked. "That this is crazy," you said.

"Hasn't it been telling you that the whole time?" she asked with a smile. You sighed head falling. "Your right," you said picking your head back up. "Johnny would have done something by now, he hates waiting," you said standing up to grab a drink from your fridge. You poured yourself a glass of water taking a sip.

"Miss Y/N," your maid quickly entered the room. Everyone turned their heads to look at her. She didn't acknowledge them just you. "Yuta is in the lobby," she said. You placed the glass down and she stepped aside following behind you. When you walked to your front door your friends followed. Wendy adjusted your dress and Jungwoo sprayed some of your perfume on your neck. Jisung came up from behind grabbing your coat.

He slipped it onto your skin fingertips grazing your shoulder as he slipped your coat on. He felt so close to you this way. He could feel only an inch of your back against his front. He could feel the warmth that left your skin and your infamous perfume that invaded his nose and slipped right into his brain. He hummed for a moment as his hands fell on your side feeling the soft fabric of your coat wishing you weren't going out with Yuta tonight.

You turned to him with a smile. "Thank you," you said feeling the tension between the two of you. You had been this close to Jisung before, but before didn't feel like now. Now your heart was racing and your palms were sweaty. You felt the tiny hairs creep up on your neck and when his hand was on top of your shoulders feeling you put on your coat you felt your heart skip a beat.

A part of you began to wish you had met Jisung earlier. Before you met his awful friends. You wished you met him at a time when revenge didn't matter to you.

"I have to go," you said to him. "But I'll see you later tonight right?" you asked. He nodded with a warm smile. "Of course," he said. You turned away Wendy handed you your purse. "Remember you are in charge," she said looking deep into your eyes. You nodded understandingly. You turned your servant opening the door as you left and walking you down the hallway of your apartment to the elevator. You thanked him as you stepped inside.

When you stepped out of the elevator and onto the lobby you instantly spotted Yuta in the golden-lit lobby full of decorated Christmas trees and red ribbons. He turned to you hands in his pockets. He pulled one hand out waving you over with a smile. You smiled back walking over to him.

He looked taller from where you stood. His black locks were slicked back and his body was covered in a velvet black suit. In the front of the suit, there was a v-cut that lay just above the middle of his chest. He wore a few rings on his painted fingers and a pair of black heel boots.

When you made your way across the lobby you stood next to him. He eyes you up and down licking his lips. "You look amazing," he said with a smile. You nodded accepting his compliment. It didn't feel the same as when Jisung said it.

When you stepped out onto the lobby a black limo waited outside for the two of you. The driver waited on the outside opening the door for you and Yuta. You both sat inside Yuta picking up a bottle of wine. He poured two glasses handing you one. "The drive shouldn't be long," he said sipping his wine. "In the meantime, I'd like to get to know you more," he said.

"What would you like to know?" you asked him. He shrugged with a purse of his lips. "Well, right now I only know about what I've seen and heard. Your family is really rich. Your friends are too, minus one," he said with a playful smirk. He licked his lips again sitting back on the leather seat. He crossed one leg over the other.

"But something I want to know is why your father isn't just giving you the position. How come he won't let you take his place?" he asked eyeing you. You held the full glass in your hand as you spoke tapping along the side of it. "Well, actually he was beginning to change his mind. I took some time to speak to him and it seems like I won't need to find someone else to take his place," you said.

"By someone you mean husband, right?" he asked. You scoffed out a smile. "Yes," you said. "Is that why you faked your relationship with Jeno? To get your father off your back?" he asked and you nodded. He took another sip of his wine. "Jeno is the son of an old family friend of my father. I thought it would work," you said a sigh as you spoke. "Turns out all I needed to do was just tell my father how I felt. He thought I didn't want the position and that's why he wanted me to find a husband," you said. Yuta nodded a purse in his pink lips.

"Interesting," he said. "Why do you want the position?" he asked but you shook your head placing your glass down. "Enough about me it's my turn now," you said. Yuta sent you a cheeky smile. "Why are you taking me to a fancy restaurant? Are thought that was beyond you," you asked with a chuckle. He nodded eyeing the last sip of his wine glass. He finished it placing it beside yours.

He chuckled along with you. "I can understand your confusion," he began. "But," he calmed down his expression a much softer one appearing on his features. "I'm different now," he said.

"How so?" you asked. He sighed with a small shrug.

"Well for starters I'm two months sober," He said. You eyed his empty wine glass. "With drugs," he said with a chuckle. "I didn't drink a whole lot," he said with a pause. "Maybe a little," he joked. "But I am," he said. You smiled picking up your glass and cheering it to him. "Congratulations," you said taking a sip. He chuckled shaking his head.

"Can I be honest?" he asked. You nodded placing your glass down.

"I've always had a thing for you. I mean everyone does but I'm different you know," he said pointing at himself with a grin. You scoffed, "How is that?" you asked. His jaw dropped surprised like you should have known the answer. "Because I'm me," he said. You rolled your eyes looking away at him for a moment. "That was terrible," you said. He chuckled pointing at you. "Yeah but you smiling so that's good," he said. You pursed your lips squinting your eyes at him. You had nothing else to say.

"Right this way sir," the server said to Yuta taking you both to your table. The restaurant is located in a busy city with many couples sitting together at table food already set in front of them. The lights were dim candles lit each table. A white cloth covering the wooded table tops. A Christmas tree was placed by the piano and reefs hung on the walls.

You walked further into the restaurant behind Yuta to your table. You saw an empty table in the middle of the room. Two chairs are placed on each side. You assumed that's where you'd be sitting until an older couple sat down in them. Yuta turned to you placing a hand on the small of your back.

"Our table is this way," he whispered in your ear. You nodded continuing to follow the waiter. He brought the two of you down a small hallway to a room in the back. "Your room sir," he said holding the dark wooden door open. He opened the door to a room with few booths and tables.

There were some men in suits sitting at a booth and a few couples sitting together having dinner. The waiter sat you both down at a table away from the window. Low music played in the dim light room another Christmas tree in the corner.

"This is lovely," you said as you sat down looking around the restaurant. Yuta smiled seeing your eyes light up. He let go of the breath he held since the moment he saw you. He was relieved you liked the spot he picked, after all, he had to ask Jaehyun what you liked.

You placed the cloth over your lap still checking out the view of the city you had. For years you were used to this view, but for you it never got old.

"I had a feeling you would like it," he said. You turned your head to him with a soft smile on your lips. "How did you know?" you asked him the waiter pouring two waters. You picked up the glass waiting for his response. "I asked Jaehyun," he said adjusting his blazer. The waiter bowed as he walked away placing the bottle on the table. Yuta grabbed his glass taking a sip. You almost choked on your water but you held it.

"Jaehyun?" you asked covering the water that drizzled down your lip. You swiftly wiped it away. He nodded placing his glass down. "I asked him yesterday before I came to see you," he said with a smile. You nodded placing your glass down as well. The waiter had returned.

"Would you like any drinks for the table?" he asked. Yuta nodded ordering a wine for the table. "Okay. I'll be back with the wine, and bread as well," he said walking away.

You watched as he walked away. You couldn't help but think about Yuta asking Jaehyun about your date. Sharing girls was one of Johnny's rules. He made it clear to you that night you shared that sharing another girl they dated or spent the night with was against his rules. Jaehyun and Yuta both knew the rules so why would he be okay with this?

It shifted the air in the room for you. You could feel the slight tension every time Yuta sipped his water and glanced over your shoulder. However for the time being you decided to brush it off and focus on the plan.

"I'm surprised Jaehyun told you. Aren't you guys close?" you asked the water pouring the wine and the other placing down a basket of bread. He stepped away after Yuta asked him to leave the bottle. He turned back to you with a grin.

"Me too. When I asked him he was surprised. I could tell he was a bit upset but he didn't fight me on it," He said swirling his glass around. He placed it back on the table without taking a sip and instead picked up his water with a shrug. "Maybe he's over you," he said taking a sip. You nodded one of your legs crossing over the other.

"Maybe he is," you said with pursed lips. You knew it was a lie. Jaehyun hadn't left you alone after your break up. He still doesn't he's just a lot more quiet about it. You had figured out Yuta was playing a game. It was his thing, games. He loved to play around with the people in his life. His past girlfriends, past lovers, his friends, even his father. And now he was playing a game with you.

"Why did you drop out?" you asked changing the topic. He shrugged laying his hand out on the table. His fingers tapped with the tick of the clock. "I wasn't happy being at school. College isn't for me. I wanted to travel and see the world," he said.

"Where did you go?" you asked. "Japan first to see my father," he said.

"Why?" you asked sipping your water. He eyed you but responded.

"I needed something," he said. "What did you need?" you asked.

"Travel fair. I needed to get to Korea," he said. "Why?" you asked.

"I was looking for something," he said speaking slightly slower.

"Looking for what?" you asked leaning closer to the table and moving aside the bread basket. "I heard you traveled to a party," you said.

"You did you hear this from?" he asked with a grin. "Girl talks," you said with a smile your hand laying next to his feathering his skin.

He nodded glancing at your hand next to his. He looked back into your eyes placing his warm hand on top of yours. "I was looking for someone," he said refusing to say the name. You nodded swiftly pulling your hand away and placing it under your chin.

"My turn," he said catching your attention. You titled your head as he spoke. "Why do you like Christmas so much?" he asked. "Were you spoiled rotten?" he jokingly asked. You chuckled but shook your head no.

"My father was never home on Christmas, and neither was my mother. But my Grandmother and the maids were," you said with a smile fond of the memory. "They raised you?" he asked. You nodded lifting your chin off your hand. "When I was a kid around five or six my grandparents had asked me what I wanted for Christmas," you said with a chuckle. "And I said I wanted a giant tree with a lot of lights," you said. "They did it for me and every year since they've done it," you said finger swirling around your glass of water.

"I've gotten used to not having my parents. What about you?" you asked him. His smile fell hand leaving yours. "Excuse me?" he asked. You shrugged your hands now leaning on the table. "I assumed because you live far from your father things would be difficult. I guess not," you said playing it off. Yuta nodded with a worried smile.

"Oh yeah. It can be hard but let's not discuss that," he said. You nodded, "Okay," you said.

You both laughed at the table. "So he did what?" you asked chuckling. "Okay so basically me and him ran off and jumped into the ocean. His shorts got stuck on a rock and ripped off," he said both of you laughing. "It was terrible but funny," he said with a smile. The laughter between you two dyed down.

You leaned over checking the time on your phone.

You had made him comfortable enough, it was time.

You let your hand fall over his and your foot touched his leg. He licked his lips. He stared deep into your eyes. His stare is intense reading every part of you. He could see every inch of you from where you sat. Your pink lips, the necklace that hung around your neck, and the curve of your body since one of your legs crossed over the other.

The low light from the restaurant with the bright candle lighting up your face had you glowing brighter than the star on the top of the Christmas tree. He let his hand rest over yours. Fingertips brushing over your knuckles. His warm touch heating your body and sending shivers from your head to your stomach.

The butterflies in your stomach made circles. Yuta's eyes never left yours. A playful sparkle in his orbs and a flirtatious smirk on his lips. He poked the inside of his mouth with his tongue watching as your other hand disappeared under the table and onto his thigh. You squeezed it gently feeling his crossed leg lift and rest on the floor. He spread his legs allowing you the access you needed. You were inches away from him. Your fingertips grazed the spot he craved you.

Frustrated he leaned his body over his arm grabbing hold of your chair and pulling it aside him. The two of you received some looks but no one questioned it. They assumed what was happening, the two of you just wanted to sit closer together.

Your hand held onto his thigh and when your chair halted sitting next to him you could his faint breath on the exposed parts of your neck. You crept your hand forward and squeezed him over his velvet pants. He groaned into your neck licking a strip on your skin. The cool air winter air brushed past the wet spot on your neck. You shivered moving closer to him.

You squeezed him hard causing him to hide away in your neck, biting your skin. "Fuck baby I didn't think you moved so quick," he said low in your ear. He leaned over checking to see if anyone was watching. When he saw a couple looking in your direction he smirked at them. He leaned off your neck deep dark eyes looking into yours.

"Let's get out of here," he whispered placing a soft kiss on your neck. A soft kiss turned passionate as he played with your skin between his lips. You shut your eyes for a moment a heavy breath leaving your lips. You shook your head bringing your hand to his chest and pushing off of him, his arm still wrapped firmly around your chair sitting behind your waist. He held you tightly in his grasp.

"I can't wait," You said with a playful smile. He cocked his brow poking the inside of his mouth with his tongue. His mouth made a clicking sound once he spoke. "Here?" he asked motioning to the people around you two. Yuta was no stranger to having sex in public. He's the reason the school library got the tinted windows in the first place. He just didn't take you as the kind of girl to fuck in a restaurant with a bunch of strangers who were a few feet away enjoying their meals.

Then again he thought you weren't the kind of girl who wouldn't date a guy like him.

So he took his chances.

You nodded biting your lip. You leaned closer to him your eyes looking down to his lips. "Meet me in the employee bathroom in five," you said hovering over his lips. In a daze, all he could do was nod. He watched as you pulled back, pushed out your chair, and walked away disappearing. With a final glance, you walked behind the red curtain that led to the small hallway.

Yuta never got nervous. His whole life girls constantly threw themselves at him, whether it was for money or his looks he had always had it easy. And right now you were doing that same thing. He didn't believe you were easy but you were giving him what he wanted. You were here with him and now waiting in a bathroom for him to arrive. Yet he still felt like he was working for it.

He waited constantly checking his watch. You had barely gone a minute and all he could do was curse at the clock. Annoyed with time he roughly tapped his fingers on the table picking at a piece of bread.

The minute you walked behind the curtain you set your timer. You had five minutes to prepare the next part of your plan. You scoffed as you turned down another hallway past the employee bathroom. Did he not think you were going to notice?

You pulled out your phone sending a quick text to Wendy.

Y/n- Is she here?

Wendy- Right Outside. Should I send her in?

Y/n- Not yet I'm going to the bathroom.

Wendy- Got it.

You checked the timer. Only a minute had passed by. You walked over to the large window showing the city below. You weren't too far to the ground. You could still see the people that passed by. You searched around in the never-ending crowd of people. Squinting your eyes until you found the older woman. You watched as she stood outside the restaurant. You watched her for a moment. She crossed her hands in front of the other annoyedly tapping the top of her hand. She huffed cold air slipping past her lips.

You smirked recognizing her from her photo. While you were away on your small vacation of self-discovery you were also searching for something, someone. Luckily on a trip to Japan, it was that hard to find her, and with the amount of zeros at the end of the check you handed her. It wasn't that hard to convince her to follow you back.

You checked the time. This time two minutes had gone by. You walked away from the window and headed towards the bathroom. When you turned down the hallway to the bathroom you saw an employee waiting beside the bathroom. You reached into the top of your dress pulling out three hundred dollars. You brought your hand down as you walked past him, the folded money at your fingertips.

As you walked past him your hand lightly touched his. He slipped his fingers smoothly between yours taking the money. Once he received the money you opened the bathroom door stepping inside. Yuta had appeared from around the corner two minutes later. The same employee standing at the door. Yuta ignored his presence and opened the bathroom door.

Once the employee heard the door lock he placed an out of order sign on the bathroom door and then walked away.

Yuta walked in with a wide smile on his face. He stepped towards your body that leaned against the sink of the gold and white bathroom. Your hands are placed on both sides of the sink holding you steady. You had done this after feeling the burn in your feet from your heels. Lifting yourself slightly to take off the pressure. You hid your pain when Yuta walked in wearing a flirtatious smile instead.

He walked over to you licking his lips and staring deeply into your eyes. He placed both of his hands around your waist letting his fingertips roam freely on the small of your back. He left an inch between the two of you in the bathroom lit with burning candles. He leaned close to you licking his lips and biting back a smile. His bottom lip released from his teeth a darker shade of pink.

You looked into his dark golden eyes. His pupils were larger as he stared into eyes full of desire. "You look beautiful," he said eyeing you down to your heels, past the dress that hugged your curves, and to your eyes. He glanced down at your wet lips shining under the candlelight. He leaned down hovering his lips over yours. He waited for a moment. Drinking your scent, the smell of your faint perfume touching his nostrils.

The soft scent reached his brain making him flutter his lashes closed. He hummed sniffing gently. "You smell Heavenly," he said his lashes still dusting his cheek. His fingertip slid up your waist reaching behind your neck. He held your head in his hand. You couldn't help but lean in touch his warm touch. "Be careful," you said staring at his closed eyes. His eyes began to flutter open.

"You might get addicted," you said with a smile and a playful look in your eyes. Yuta scoffed a short chuckle. He shook his head stepping closer to you standing directly in front of you. His long fingers held onto you turning your body to face him fully. His front pressed against yours. "I'm already addicted," he said finally placing his lips on yours. You kissed back, a passionate kiss shared between the two of you.

Yuta was gentle with his touch. Fluttering kisses from your lip to your neck. Your head leaned back as he kissed his way down your jaw and to your neck leaving wet patches of skin as he trailed down to your sweet spot. You let out a hum of approval once he found it. He stood there for a moment still sniffing your perfume. You felt unwanted butterflies form in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't deny how perfect his mouth felt against you.

He kissed down your neck kissing above the valley of your breast. You allowed your hand to come down to his chin picking him back up. He leaned up letting your hand hold his chin. "Don't be gentle with me," you hushed a stern look in your eyes. He smirked picking himself back up. This time he lifted you on the sink spreading your thighs apart with his knee. His hand roams around your plush thighs squeezing and molding the skin in his palms.

You spread your legs wide for him. He stood in between them breaking the passionate kiss you shared to harshly kiss your neck. His other hand holding the back of your head gripping onto your hair. He held the back of your head in his palm moving your head around on his own as the two of you kissed. He used his other hand to push your dress up to your hips. He glanced down breaking the kiss. Lips bruised and burnt he eyed the panties that concealed your pussy.

He moved them aside cool index finger swirling around the warmth of your cunt teasing your tight hole. You could feel yourself getting wetter the more he pulled your hair and the more he teased your hole. A gush of wetness spilled from your pussy onto his slender finger making him groan loud. He brought the finger to his lips sucking it dry. "Fuck baby you taste as good as you smell," he said with a hum eyes closed shut. He let his other hand fall to his clothed dick squeezing himself over his velvet pants trying to calm himself.

You bit onto your lip swaying your hips side to side waiting for him to return. He noticed with a knowing smirk. He returned to your lips both his index and middle sliding around your exposed pussy and coating his fingers with your juice. Once you were ready he slipped a finger inside you cooeing as you moaned right into his mouth.

"Good girl. Taking my fingers so well like the slut you are," he said with a sinful grin. He slipped around finger inside you curling them up. You felt your toes curl with how far he reached inside you. He grazed over the sweet spot inside your pussy. You leaned back on the sink allowing him to travel deeper inside you. His body followed your hand jerking hard and fast inside your wet pussy. He groaned feeling your juice flick off your pussy and onto your arm.

"That's right baby make a mess all over me," he groaned pushing his clothed cock against the sink. Using anything to put pressure onto his throbbing cock. You moaned out loud holding onto his strong veiny forearm gripping tightly, your nails digging into his skin. He felt when your pussy tighten around him. He knew you were so close to release but he couldn't let you cum, not yet.

Your moans grew louder. He slapped a hand over your mouth slowing his moments. You whined into his palm at the pace. Wide eyes on your face. "Remember baby we are still in public. Anyone can come by and hear you. Unless that's what you want? That's what you want tight? Everyone to hear you like a slut," he said deeply looking into your eyes as his two fingers still slowly pumped inside of you. You shook your head feeling when his finger slowly slipped out of you. You whined at the lost contact.

He unbuttoned his pants pulling out his hard dick and pumping it in his fist. His other hand ran through his hair as he pushed out air from his lips. He groaned at the first touch heading falling back and lips spreading apart. When his head returned to its normal place he eyes your glistening pussy. He stepped forward aligning his cock at your entrance. However, you stopped him.

"You can't fuck me without a condom," you said crossing your arms over your chest. He huffed slowly jerking his cock. He raised a brow annoyed. "Are you serious? We've come this far. I'll pull out," he said quickly trying to get back to your lips. You pushed away fixing your underwear barely even surprised by his reaction.

"No unless we use a condom," you said. He sighed stopping his motions. "Fine. Do you have any?" he asked. You nodded turning to your purse. You pulled one out handing it to him to put on. When he did you remembered what Jisung said about him controlling you. You smiled nodding your head.

"You good?" he asked. You shook yourself from your thoughts with a nod followed by a smile. "Yeah. Come," you said guiding him to the closed toilet seat. He spread his legs watching as you stood before him. He shook his head going to stand up but your hand reached his chest pushing him back down. "I don't let girls ride me," he said. You shrugged spreading his legs apart. You stepped back and he watched as you undid your dress. He watched the cloth fall to the ground. His eyes are wide staring at your exposed body. Your breast and pussy are still concealed.

You stepped towards him hands falling on his velvet-covered thighs. He let out a hoarse moan. His eyes were wide, he had never moaned before. "Fuck," he cursed fisting his cock that stood tall in his hands. You straddled his waist moving your panties aside and aligning yourself over his cock. You slid down biting your lip and holding your groan from the pain in. He was a tight fit but eventually, you sat on his thick cock. Slowly your body rolled against him. He held his hands at your waist his hands guiding you closer, connecting your bodies to the speed you were going.

Your hands on his chest and shoulder unbuttoning the black buttons of his vest and ripping the fabric open bare chest minus a butterfly tattoo at his waistline. He let his eyes watch his cock disappear into your pussy squeezing his eyes shut at how tight you felt above him. He gripped onto your waist as you sped up your pace. "Fuck Yuta," you cursed through breaths. He sat forward holding your body close to his lifting you up slowly and fucking fast into you.

Your moan stuck in your throat. He saw stars as you squeezed around him. Letting out curses into your sweaty neck. Skin slapping could be heard around the bathroom as he pounded into your hole. You brought your hand to the back of his head holding on tightly to his hair and squeezing the threads between your fingers. He gritted his teeth grazing them over your neck.

He was dangerously close to cumming. There was no possible way you felt this could be around his cock. He really could get used to fucking you, too bad he couldn't.

"Fuck baby I can feel you squeeze around me. You close?" he asked staring up into your fucked out expression. You nodded bouncing on his cock. You could feel the knot form in your stomach your clit brushing against his pelvis. Your mouth fell open as curses slipped from your lips. Your climax hits you heard. Yuta wasn't too far behind groaning loudly as you squeezed around him. Your cum dripping on his cock and slipping out of your pussy. He felt drops of your cream fall onto his skin.

He groaned fucking hard and fast soon shooting his load into the condom.

Once you both finished he road out your highs and finally set you down. You lifted off of him quickly cleaning up. You slipped your dress back on. He zipped it for you. Once you were dressed you grabbed your phone checking and sending a quick text to Wendy.

He went to place a kiss on your lips but you turned away. He didn't get mad, he instead chuckled darkly. Confused you turned to him.

"Did you think I'd fall for your little revenge act?" he asked. You scoffed, "Excuse me?" you asked confused. He chuckled again a shake of his head in disbelief. "So you just gonna lie?" he said annoyed. "You are just a slut with money," he said darkly hitting a nerve. You widened your eyes taken back by his words but composed yourself.

"What does that make you Yuta? A saint?" you asked crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm a slut? What are you?" you asked stepping up to him. He scoffed eyeing you up and down smugly he didn't step back from you instead remained above you. "Just admit it. You and your friends are plotting some revenge against us for what? Doing normal boy things? You thought by becoming what some easy A that life would be easier?" he asked with a chuckle crossing his arms over his exposed chest. Yuta was the first one out of all the boys to make you feel a burn in your chest.

It felt like he was drilling holes in your chest and ripping out your heart. How could a person talk about what they've done to women so casually? Yuta was known for using girls and then ghosting them afterward. Robbing them dry when he didn't even need the money and yet here he was talking as if what he was doing was normal. Normal enough no one should ever dare to question him to get upset at him. Yet here you were upset at him and his friends.

He smugly stared at your smirk on his lips. His chest puffed out and his head held high. His eyes glowed as you shook your head annoyed tongue poking the inside of your mouth. Then you let out a chuckle. He raised a brow but didn't flinch. You looked into his eyes with a smile. A different smile than before, more sinister than loving like you had looked at him before. He shifted slightly uncomfortable. We're you crazy? He thought.

"I won't waste my precious breath on telling you a lie," you began with wide eyes and a shake of your head. "It is true. I used you and your friends to get revenge. And if you still wondering why then you the problem and everything you have waiting for you outside that door is deserved," you said motioning your hand to the bathroom door. Yuta still confused looked over your shoulder. He fixed himself walking past you. He walked out of the bathroom while you trailed behind. He walked back to the table and saw the person he hated the most in this world, his mother.

There she was in black shades sitting down with a drink in her hands. You crept behind him making him jump. His eyes were wide full of worry and fear. How did you even find her? He spent months looking for her yet you found her in what? Days? He huffed a gush of air leaving his chest. His mother looked up from the menu she held in her hands and directly at Yuta. You glanced away from her and then at him. You leaned close to his ear.

"Don't be rude. Go see your mother," you said. He turned to you and for the first time, you saw true fear in his face. "You crazy bitch," he said. You shrugged with a smile placing your shades over your eyes and a fresh piece of gum in your mouth. You popped your gum pushing him forward. He turned back to you but all you did was wave him goodbye.

Yuta's mother was hated by most people who met her. She was cut-throat, cruel, and mean to everyone around her, including her son. The hatred they shared for each other was so bad rumored he hired someone to kill her but they couldn't find her. It took you five days to discover her in a quiet village in the mountains of Japan. You told her what Yuta tried to do with proof, thanks to Jisung sneakily collecting information from his phone. Afterward, you invited her to meet her son again, and she gladly accepted.

You were about to leave your mission completed until someone stopped you. You smirked knowing who stood behind you. "I was wondering when you'd show up again," you said to the man behind you. He chuckled darkly hand sliding down your arm and placing itself on the small of your back. "You know I had to come to check myself. I don't trust you," he said. You scoffed, "Neither do I," you said moving so his hand would fall.

"Let me take you home?" he asked. You shook your head. "This is enough," you said walking away from the scene. As you walked out of the restaurant you heard a siren blare in the distance. You felt the man grab hold of your wrist. You turned around being faced to face with Johnny.

"I knew you were there the whole time," you said with a smile. He was dressed in a designer black suit. "I know," he said with a smile. "Impress getting his mother involved. I wonder what you'll do for Jaehyun now that there's no video I have to come up with a new plan," he said with a sigh. You yanked your arm away stepping towards Wendy you waited for you in her car. You stepped in and she immediately drove off.

“Johnny knows,” is all you said placing your head in your hand. Your elbow leaning on the window. Wendy quietly nodded her head.

“What exactly does he know?” She asked.

You sighed. “He knows my plan of revenge. I don’t think he knows Jisung is involved but he knows I’m plotting,” you said eyeing the road ahead of you as Wendy drove back to your apartment. “What are we gonna do?” She asked.

“Let him think he’s won. I need him to think he can dig something against me so that he can take me down,” you said adjusting yourself to fit comfortably in the seat. You took off your heels and Wendy motioned to the slippers behind you on the seat. You took the soft pink slippers and placed them on your aching feet.

“He can tell Jaehyun about what happened between us. It doesn’t matter to me anyone,” you said with a shrug. Wendy raised a brow. You had gone through all of that to no longer care?

“Oh really? I thought you did,” she said. You nodded understanding where she would think like that. “Before yes. Before I was scared but now that I think of it, it changed nothing. I don’t even need to plot and fuck Jaehyun behind their backs when it will hurt him more to know I fucked Johnny,” you said nonchalantly a careless shrug on your shoulders.

“How so?” She asked.

You shook your head playing with the hem of your dress a scoffed smirk on your lips. “Johnny is like his brother. All I need to do is tell Jaehyun and I’ve done my part,” you said watching as the familiar buildings that led to your apartment appeared. Every street light was on and guiding the car down the busy streets.

When you entered your apartment you were alone. Everyone, including Jisung, had left. You took off your slippers and placed your purse to the side where a servant would come to get it in the morning. The maid had already fallen asleep in her corners of the apartment and everyone else had gone home. It was just you alone in your living room in the middle of the night.

You decided to change out of your stuffy dress and shower. You changed into much more comfortable clothes.

You walked further into your home glancing over at the large Christmas tree placed just by your tv. Anyone looking in could see the large golden tree from outside your window. You smiled walking over to the bar. You walked around the counter pouring yourself a glass of Chateau Mouton Rothschild 1945. You poured it to the top. You sat down with the glass in your hand taking a large sip. You placed it back down as you sat at your counter quietly.

You were almost done. You needed just a few names left to cross off your list. You walked over to your purse pulling that same list out. You head back to the counter pen in your hand as you cross out names on the list.

The first name you crossed was Yangyang’s.

You remembered the moment you shared back in the summer. It was barely a memorable moment, at least not for good reasons. He was so worried about looking like a loser he turned out to be a huge one. You remembered his failed attempt at pleasure. It made you cringe. You lifted the glass to your mouth taking another sip.

Moving on you reached Haechan. Now that was fun. You liked teasing him, you had never fucked the phone before. It was exciting and new. It gave you a small rush when that happened. You smiled head resting on your knuckles. Your ring leaves a small imprint on your chin.

Too bad he was such an ass you thought crossing off his name and taking another sip.

You choked a little when you saw Na Jaemin’s name appear. You usually didn’t like vanilla and the princess treatment you received from him was any girl's dream. You weren’t a personal fan of it being treated that way your entire life but you couldn’t lie at how skillful he was. You kind of regretted going further but you had your reason. You couldn’t fuck every single one of them, to the none virgins it would mean nothing.

You crossed off his name sipping your glass again.

When you reached Jeno’s name you felt a little sad. He had been the only one you’d seen repeatedly after everything you did. After all, he was a family friend. Your father and mother adored him but after letting him solely take the downfall they hated him. Hated that he lied and used you. They pushed his entire family away cutting all ties.

You crossed his name out and sipped your wine again.

“Mark Lee,” you said to yourself tapping your pen on the uncrumbled loose-leaf paper. You sucked your teeth with a shake of your head. “You might just be a bigger perv than both Haechan and Doyoung combined,” you said with a sigh as you crossed out his name. “But you did your part in the end so I guess that makes us somewhat even,” you said taking another sip.

“Doyoung,” you said. He wasn’t half bad at sex but that fucker almost got you caught. Thank God you scared him good or else everything would have been exposed. The last thing you needed was another scandal to your name. You crossed his name off and took another sip.

“Yuta Nakamoto,” you said out loud crossing his name off. You had nothing to say about him but a wish. You wished he got everything that was coming for him.

You eyed the last few names written down.

Jaehyun, Johnny, and Taeyong.

Wouldn’t it just be easier to deal with Taeyong now? You questioned Jisung’s planning. Why did Taeyong have to happen last? What was his importance?

You tapped your pen on the counter. You swirled your wine glass in your hand. You placed the pen down on the counter. Your phone rang beside you. You picked up seeing an unknown number. You declined the call but the number called again. You decided to pick it up.

“Hello?” You asked the other person confused.

“Hello Y/n,” he said back. It was Johnny’s voice.

You felt your body tense but you relaxed yourself.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” You asked. He chuckled on the other line.

“Do you still think you’re ahead?” He asked. You scoffed. “Ahead of what?” You asked with a smile. He sighed. “You know you left something behind in the limo,” he said. You raised a brow leaning your elbow that held your phone on the counter.

“Oh really. What did I leave?” You asked.

“You left an earring,” he said. You heard him sniff through the other line. “Still smells like you,” he hummed. “Do you want it back?” He asked. You shook your head. “I don’t need it,” you said with a shrug. “You can keep it,” you responded nonchalantly.

“Are you sure?” He asked. You nodded. “Positive. It’s yours to keep,” you said. Johnny remained quiet for a moment before he spoke again.

“Yuta left the country,” he said. “Again,”

“His mother made him follow her home. I guess she’ll handle things in Japan,” he said you remained quiet just listening to him speak. “What did you say to make her come?” He asked. “I know Yuta hates his mother but she hates him too so how did you make it possible?” He asked.

“No one can refuse a check,” you said.

“Fair,” he said. “So what are your plans for Jaehyun? I mean I’m assuming you’re saving him for last correct?” He asked. Before you spoke it had not clicked in your brain why Taeyong would be last. Jisung knew eventually Johnny would catch onto you. He’d put enough pieces together to figure out your plan. And because of your intense history with Jaehyun, he’d just assume you’d be more dramatic, a theatrical ending. But Jaehyun being next and Taeyong being last is something he’d never seen coming.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said biting back your smile. You played with the corner of the loose leaf. Johnny chuckled. “Okay, Y/n I’ll continue to play along with you. I enjoy these games we play together,” he said.

“Which ones? The one where you beg or the ones where you have to chase me?” You asked your tongue flirtatiously licked your teeth, a smile on your lips.

“Both,” he responded. “I win either way,” you said with a shrug.

“Not this time,” is all he said sternly before he hung up. The tone of his voice knocked you off balance for a moment but you decided to ignore it. Tomorrow was going to be a big day and a start to a very long week.

You had been preparing yourself mainly for Jaehyun and now you felt ready enough to face him and everything he did to you.

You checked the loose leaf paper staring down at his name. You drew a heart next to his name. Just as you crossed it out your phone rang. You glanced over checking it, a call from Jisung.

"Hello?" you answered. "I thought you were only going to text me," you said. "It's about Jaehyun, he may be harder than we thought," Jisung said slight panic in his voice. It made you sit up a raised brow in your features. "How so? I thought we worked everything through," you said.

"He has a girlfriend," he said. You let out a breath releasing a soft chuckle. "Why are you laughing?" he asked.

"How much do you think I can send her to make her quietly leave him?" you asked checking your nails. Jisung stood quiet most likely thinking of a new plan. "She is in your English lecture. Her name is Miyeon," he said sending you her contact information including her social media. You stood up walking over to your couch. You picked up your iPad as well. You sat on the couch wine in your hand and phone to your ear.

"Great. I'll make a call and everything should be handled by morning," you said confidently. "You're going to call her now? It's eleven-thirty," Jisung said surprised. You shrugged brushing off his comments. "She's definitely awake if she's dating Jaehyun," you said. "Anyways I'll call you after to update you. We can come up with a new plan," you said. Jisung sighed. "Alright," he said before you hung up.

You leaned over to the lamp table grabbing the telephone. You dialed her number placing it to your ear. You heard it has it rang soon after a few rings she picked up.

"Hello?" you heard her soft voice.

"Hi is this Choi Miyeon?" you asked your voice preppier than before.

"Yes this is she," she responded waiting for your reason for calling.

"Miyeon I'd like to make you an offer," you said. "What for?" she asked confused. "You dating Jung Jaehyun right?" you asked. "Yes, why?" she asked completely lost.

"I'd like to offer you a great sum to break off your relationship," you said calmly. You heard the gasp in her voice. "What?" she asked. You let out a frustrated sigh. "I'd give you a lot of money to leave him," you said.

"What? Who are you?" she asked a bit of fear in her voice. "Look I can offer you twenty grand," you said to her annoyed. She remained quiet on the other line. "Thirty," she said back.

"Ten and I'll pay for a trip for you and your girlfriends," you said back quickly. You heard her hum. "Deal," she said. "I'll the money delivered in cash. How do the Maldives sound?" you asked booking the trip on your iPad. "Holiday break?" you asked. "Yes," she responded.

"Okay before I send you anything I need proof and if you lie to me you don't want to find out," you said sternly. Miyeon laughed, "Girl you're paying for my girl's trip and a good chunk of my tuition. I'll do anything you ask if you pay," she said.

"Noted," you said with a smile. You continued to text Wendy as you spoke to her. "I'm sending my assistant over now. She'll provide you the money and tickets. You will provide her proof. Call this number when you do," you said back. "Will do," she said and then hung up.

You went to call Jisung before you received a text.

#8- I hope you are happy.

Y/n- Why wouldn't I be. I had a great time on our date.

#8- I'll kill you bitch.

Y/n- Get in line.

Read

#8- Johnny is gonna ruin you.

Y/n- I'd like to see him and you try.

You chuckled going to call Jisung as you waited for Miyeon to call back and when she did you were more than ready for Jaehyun.

To Be Continued... Everything is about to change.

Merry Christmas.

I hope you enjoyed part 8 of my 10-part series Easy A. I tried to get this one out before Christmas passed but with finals, I was really busy so I'm finishing this Christmas Eve. Hopefully, with the added free time I can finish this series before January. Continue to support the series, please! And I'll see you guys in part 9. I can't believe it's almost over.

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Please, Sir! || Yuta Nakamoto

Pairing: Yuta Nakamoto x Reader

Summary: You found yourself sitting at the dinner table of the Nakamoto household. Rest assured that you are safe for the night. Maybe.

Genre: Smut, Rated R (18+), Bestfriend's Dad x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up, ppl), Cheating (Yuta is married), Praise kink, Begging, Degradation, Fingering, Lots of dirty talking, Size kink, Oral sex (nky receiving), Dumbification,

A/N: Hi, did anyone miss me? Well, here's a little something for all of you. Enjoy!

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You had been trying to avoid going to the Nakamoto’s home. You were trying to avoid conflict with your best friend's smoking-hot father, Yuta. It wasn't like you were always around their home, Giselle lived in her own apartment. For that reason, you were thankful. When you were younger and in college you would often go over for dinner with Giselle or she’d go to your family’s house. But it wasn’t necessary anymore. You were both grown adults now with 9 to 5 jobs to attend to.

This time, however, Julia A.K.A Mrs. Nakamoto was throwing a small dinner party for their family, close friends, and relatives. Apparently, Mr. Nakamoto got promoted at his company and from what you heard, the newly acquired title comes with a six-figure salary. A big deal really. Giselle had told you that her mom and dad wanted you there.

Of course, your father would want me there. You thought.

It wouldn't be an actual crisis if you and Yuta weren't indulging in each other's warmth behind closed doors, away from his family's eyes. Or anyone at all. You'd have to be playing the poker face like crazy at the dinner table to protect what you and Yuta shared. Certainly, you wouldn’t do anything with him with all the people around.

But still, you are sure that you will be having a hard time pretending. Not now and obviously not sooner. Not when you've had a taste of the great Yuta Nakamoto. You were in for a long night now that you knew what he was like, how good he was, how wild he could get, and just how hot and filthy he could be.

You made the choice to use a panty liner solely because you thought it would be handy. Having your panties wet and also probably your pants or anything to show through your clothing wouldn't look good. You didn't anticipate needing it, but you were also aware of how frail you had become from a quick glimpse of Mr. Nakamoto.

If he even extended his hug or spoke to you in a deep, seductive voice or if he smiled too broadly while flashing those dimples, you were pretty well doomed. So, yes, for practical reasons, merely a just-in-case moment, you wore pantyliners.

You were picked up by Giselle as scheduled. The trip to The Nakamotos' home took close to 30 minutes.

"Are you alright?" Giselle maintained her focus on the road. She detected something about you. She simply had no idea what.

"Yeah. No doubt. Why?"

"You've been quiet since you got in my car. It reminds me of when we first met in junior high or worse," she chuckled as she hastily cast a short glance your way.

Prior to her arrival, you made an effort to relax. You calmed your stiff body and mind through meditation, chamomile tea, and a bite of dried ginger. You practiced some meditative yoga while listening to soothing background music. And you thought it was beneficial.

But as soon as Yuta's text message chimed into your phone, your pulse shot up and you started to sweat heavily. All that effort you put into calming yourself was for nothing.

He didn't say anything other than that he was anticipating seeing you after asking you if you were still coming. There it was. His communications contained nothing sexually explicit or provocative. Without trying, he did that to you. Hence the need for wearing pantyliners was a must.

You shook your head and laughed at your friend's remark. "No, I'm alright. Just worn out. Last night at the restaurant was a long one. Not exactly a lie, but I had barely arrived home by midnight."

And that appeared to be a suitable response. Giselle didn't inquire more about your strange behavior that evening at least.

There were Yuta's brother and his wife. The parents, husband, and cousin of Mrs. Nakamoto, a friend from down the street and a neighbor. Then, you and Giselle. That's it.

A delightful modest supper with dessert was served along with drinks. some musical selections. It was lovely to see everyone chatting while outside. However, you were agitated and making an effort to force yourself to stop staring at the man of the moment. Your cheeks and neck warmed up each time your sight met his, sending shivers down your spine.

Control yourself, Y/N.

It's a celebratory dinner for Pete's sake.

You shouldn't even be thinking of it.

You got along well with Yuta over dinner. He treated you as the best friend of his daughter. It was good yet at the same time you detested it.

You wished you could join everyone else in laughing at his jokes while sitting on his lap and encircling his shoulders. You desired to boldly kiss him in front of his crowd and hold his hand. But it was clear that wouldn't happen.

The man's wife was always close by. And after all, he was only secretly yours. With the door locked, in your apartment, and covered in fabrics. He was only yours in the absence of sight and hearing of others.

At supper, you barely gave him a glance as you were eating. Not even when he was speaking to everyone and expressing gratitude for their attendance. You restrained yourself from glancing at his face. You admired how his eyes sparkled and how his lips twitched, how he made motions with his hands and ringed fingers while he spoke, and most importantly, his smile. You knew it would only cause you trouble if you did.

At the conclusion of his little thank-you speech, he turned to face you and raised his glass. Along with the others, you raised yours skyward before taking a sip collectively eyes fixed on him. Even if it just lasted a few seconds, it made you warm. Hot enough to have your thighs pressed closely together beneath your white linen dress.

When everyone was mingling and strolling around the backyard, Yuta had the chance to walk up to you.

He placed his hand on your bare shoulder and whispered into your ear, "I missed you, sweetheart."

All of your encounters with her took place there at your residence. He sometimes spends a night there and even a whole full day.

However, you were scheduled to work and cover for a few servers who couldn't arrive for whatever reason because you had been busy. Additionally, Yuta was absent for nearly a week due to a business trip. Typically, you and Yuta met once a week at most. He hadn't spent any time in your bed in a few weeks.

It's true—you really did miss him.

"Do not leave until you and I are able to have a chat."

He squeezed at your exposed skin as he emphasized the word chat, and as he started to leave, he glanced down at you and winked.

A panty liner was indeed required.

You assisted Giselle in replenishing some of the empty bottles and replacing the cooler's ice. You made an effort to keep busy and avoid thinking about what Yuta wanted to "chat" about. Or suppose "chat" was a code word for something different.

At the gathering, a neighbor approached you and entertained you with his jokes. He appeared to be friendly and outgoing with everyone. You could understand his invitation and the Nakamoto's preference for him as a close friend. He was extremely hilarious. In fact, chatting to him and hearing his outrageous college narrative got you thinking back to your own experience while making you giggle. He assisted you in temporarily forgetting about your small taboo affair. He temporarily distracted you from Yuta.

Yet, Yuta didn't like how you and Johnny were laughing.

You were smiling when Johnny gently took hold of your forearm and moved in to speak to you. And so, when the man stood right next to you and your new friend, the brief respite you got from thinking about Yuta and swooning over him abruptly ended.

"Y/N, I need your assistance with something," He furrowed his brow and indicated the home, "Would you help me, please?"

Oh.

You took a breath and nodded, "Sure, Mr. Nakamoto."

You gave Johnny a courteous grin and walked with the broad-shouldered guy into his house.

Yuta escorted you upstairs and into a spacious bathroom which was never used in silence. He quickly ushered you inside and secured the door with a click sound of the door lock. He undid the cuffs from his pale pink button-up shirt while you watched in silence, then raised his eyes to meet yours as he rolled the material up his forearms.

"Isn't Johnny a great guy?" Yuta finally spoke up, leaning against the wide vanity sink with the wall-length mirror opposite him and crossing his arms over his wide chest.

"Yeah," you smiled sheepishly as you nodded, "He is nice. Funny too."

Yuta pursed his lips and slowly scanned your figure, taking you in.

He had seen your attire and had daringly glanced at you all evening, but he was unable to hold his stare for very long. Hence, nothing he experienced was gratifying. It wasn't enough to allow himself to see your ass's curvature or the point where your neck and jaw connected. He was now relieved that he was finally able to get the close look at you that he had been craving for all night.

"What were you two discussing?" Yuta jutted out his hips and displayed his stunning bulge for you as he uncrossed his arms and placed his palms on the marble top of the vanity behind him.

Acting with knowledge, I see.

"Well, sir, absolutely nothing actually. He was relating stories to me from his time in university. We were exchanging stories from college."

"Yeah? Did you discover after that the two of you have a lot in something in common?" He furrowed his brow.

You glanced briefly at his crotch before returning to his face. It was an uninvited glance. He saw where your eyes wandered, and even though you didn't mean to, it made him smile.

"No. Not really," you thought as you reciprocated his sly grin with your own and crossed your arms over your chest.

Over the months, you had grown to know him a little, and this small detail about him straight away made you feel at peace. He liked playing with you, teasing and building up your hunger for his heat.

"Why do you have a lot of questions about Johnny? Are you perhaps interested in him?" You crack a joke.

"No, I'm not," said Yuta, cocking his head and widening his grin. "Come, move closer."

You took the few sluggish steps necessary to narrow the distance between you two while biting your lip and uncrossing your arms. Your hips aligned with his as soon as you were within arm's reach of him.

"I'm just worried that I haven't been able to fuck you in what?" He then pulled you into him by your waist and said, "A span of three weeks?"

You chuckled softly and nodded, "Almost, 18 days to be exact."

Yuta smirked, "Counting the days without my cock are you?"

You placed your arms around his shoulders, saying, "Yes," with a big smile and a giggle. "I missed you so much, Mr. Nakamoto."

Yuta admired your lips briefly before returning her attention to your eyes, "Unfortunately, the house is crowded with visitors."

You frowned, "I'll be quiet, Sir. I promise."

"I bet you'd love for me to bend you over so I can fuck you right now in this bathroom, wouldn't you?" Yuta murmured in a low, raspy voice as he moved one of his hands up to your face and thumbed over your cheekbone.

You quickly separated your lips while nodding, "Yes, please, Sir. "

Yuta scolded, "So filthy. So fucking desperate. Do you need me that much, baby?" As you reached your tongue out to taste it, his thumb lightly touched your bottom lip.

You looked at his eyes with lust and a hint of greed. You needed his cock so bad. You wailed as you attempted to encircle his thumb with your lips, but he quickly withdrew his hand from your grasp. He was suddenly slipping between your legs and was pulling you such that you were pulled up onto the counter.

"When was the last time you had an orgasm?" he asks as his palms go underneath your dress and grab hold of your thighs.

Your words were breaths, "This morning."

"Really, how horrible was it? You don't seem to be content with anything. You used your fingers, right?"

"Yes, Sir. I used my clit sucker, too," you grinned and ran your fingers down his chest, "Pretended it was you between my legs."

Despite how cool he was behaving, you could see his dick hardening in his trousers and knew he was getting turned on.

"And you're still in such need? Does your little pussy require a lot of care or are you just pure filthy greedy for it?

"A little bit of both, Sir, " You let out a heavy breathe.

"I bet you're drenched as hell."

You gasped as you saw what he was about to find as his hands traveled upward toward your panties. Your wet underwear liner. Hardly that, seductive.

He stopped with a perplexed expression when his index finger touched the crotch of your pants. It felt unique not typical.

"Are you perhaps on your period, angel?" He said as he examined your underwear by pushing your legs apart and removing your dress.

When he ran his fingers down the edge of the cotton in your panty liner, he recognized what it was which earned you a light frustrated groan.

"No," you jerked your head. "It was only for keeping dry."

Yuta licked his lips and poked his middle finger beneath the crotch of your pants, and when he grasped what you meant, his eyebrows went up. Your underwear was dry, but the liner was sodden. As he kissed your lips, his fingers found your crease and softly played with it.

Both his fingers and the kiss were gentle and easy. He massaged your soaking pussy lips while you whimpered and ran your hands through his hair.

He kissed you briefly before removing his hands from your underwear and saying, "Like I said, our home is crowded with people."

"I bet your wet pussy would feel fantastic wrapped around my cock, right now," he kissed you soft lips once again. "I'm going to fuck my fist tonight thinking about how wet you got for me before I even touched you, princess."

"Please, Sir. Please." Angry, you yanked at his hands and begged, "I'll keep quiet, I promise. We can do it silently. I just —,"

You let your head down and closed your eyes tightly from too much need and frustration.

He raised you chin so that you could meet his equally lustful eyes, "Wow. Look at you. So frustrated and needy."

"I don’t know baby," you felt his hands on your thighs again. "I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”

He squeezed your thighs, his eyes growing darker and the bulge under his pants, pushing hard at his zipper.

“Please, fuck me, Mr. Nakamoto,"

"You’re the only one that can satisfy me,”

"I really need your cock,"

You were practically a mess by the time, begging so desperately for what you've been need the past eighteen days.

Yuta let out a laugh through his nose and shook his head, “Although that's a fact, I still think it's just too risky.”

Although he held your thighs firmly in place and used his pink tongue to moisten his lips as he peered down at your cleavage, his body language belied what he had just stated.

You were aware of the risk as well. However, you had another thought. You'd already politely asked him even added a please. He just wanted to continue acting as though he didn't care about you. He wanted you to beg for him.

And you did. Like a whore thirsty for cock, you desperately did.

"I want your cock, Mr. Nakamoto,"

"I don't think a toy will do for tonight,"

"I really fucking need your cock,"

He knew he had the upper hand, "You're gonna have to be patient little one."

You figured he'd hear you pleading with him once more. Of course, with a bargain in mind.

"Sir, I cannot wait now. It hurts," you pouted.

You brought his hand back to your front and held it in place, "Feel me, Mr. Nakamoto. Feel my aching clit hungry for your touch."

He shut his eyes and clinched his jaw as you stared. He was aware that you were playing with him to get what you want. After all, he was already wrapped around your tiny little fingers.

"Oh my sweet, sweet princess,"

"Would Johnny reject my request if I made it?" You asked with a raised brow as your last attempt of seducing him.

"You are such a fucking brat, princess," he shook his head, eyes glaring intensely at yours.

His comments sounded mean but they sounded so good to your ears. Accompanied with a smirk on his flushed face, he pulled your pants with its liner down your legs, tossing it onto the floor, and immediately undid his pants, pulling his cock out from the front of his briefs.

When you first saw his girthy, warm cock unconstrained, you couldn't help but groan. You moved to the edge and positioned your bare feet on the counter top so you were spread out and readily available for him to access as you reached down to touch him. Ready for him to ruin.

"Is this what you were hungry for?" Yuta already had lust in his eyes, His gaze was heavy as he eyed you and cupped his cock in his hand while holding his tip to your wet hole and asking,

"Mhmm," you hummed as you felt the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Wanted to be fucked by a married man in the guest bathroom?"

Fuck, his voice sounds so good.

"Wanted to get with my daughter and wife merely down there?"

So fucking good.

"Wanted me to fuck you with a house full of strangers wondering where I am?" Yuta's strong voice eventually broke through your tight muscle as he spoke lowly into your ear.

"Fuck, yes please, Sir." You desperately nodded, "I don't care if there's people downstairs. All I want is your cock."

"You better be true to your word, sweetheart." Yuta warned you. "Be quiet or else, I'll stop."

"Yes… yes," you mumbled as gently as you could and clung to his shoulders to keep yourself steady, as you gasped at the way his huge cock started to push past your soft and wet walls.

Yuta watched as his cock gently dipped inside your pussy and heaved a trembling breath mingled with a gasp. You were already so drenched in your own juice that Yuta could hear when he pulled back an inch before diving in even deeper.

"Fuck!"

"Can't help myself, Y/N. You're pussy is choking my cock so deliciously."

He started to push and cant his hips, sinking so far into your cunt that each time he came to the bottom, his balls hit you "My sweet girl is doing such an excellent job taking me in."

Yuta pushes in accompanied with either a soft groan or a whimper.

"Ugh, so tight sweetheart,"

Thrusts in.

"Fuck, yes,"

Pulls out.

"Ooh, more please,"

In.

"So good,"

Out.

You were relieved that the only sounds were gasps, pants, and the sound of a pussy being pounded.

Yuta leaned in so he could reach for your lips and fuck you slowly, trying his best to minimize the sound of skin sticking and slapping while you clung tightly to his shoulders.

Your limbs were starting to tire, and your head was spinning from too much pleasure. Your thighs were kept wide by Yuta's painful yet pleasurable grip.

"Fuck, Yuta," You gasped as he released one of your thighs and put his thumb to your clit exactly as you needed, "Right there, Mr. Nakamoto. Don't stop, please!"

This was one of the things you couldn't resist. He always understood your needs perfectly.

"Here?" He smirked as he started to lose rhythm while fucking into you. "Do I make you feel good, baby? Are you gonna come for me?"

"Oh fuck yes," you covered your mouth in an attempt to silence your moans. "So good, Mr. Nakamoto. You're cock fills so fucking good."

Your stomach started to burn and your thighs began trembling as Yuta's lips remained over your mouth and he kept rocking his hips in. You sobbed into his mouth and tightened your hold on his shoulders.

"Such desperate little whore you are," Yuta himself said in a tense, labored voice as he felt his balls contract. "Couldn't even wait for a couple more days,"

He always met his demise too quickly thanks to you. He felt like he was a horny teenager once again every time he was with you. There is no turning back when it comes to you. Your immaculate, tight and slick pussy, complete with bedroom eyes and full lips — he wanted it. He had a similar burning desire for you. He desperately need you.

“Desperate for you, Mr. Nakamoto," You panted and felt the hot decadence of your insides begin to unfurl as Yuta’s thumb expertly rubbed and circled your clit. "Want you so bad. I'll let you ruin me all day and all night."

He sensed you starting to close in on him and, anticipating your climax, "M'coming, Mr. Nakamoto. So fucking close, fuck!"

"Come for me, sweetheart," he covered your mouth with his. "Come all over my hard cock."

You saw stars and writhed onto his thumb as he continued to thrust into you with deep, powerful strokes while he kissed you hungrily. He was couldn't help himself back either at each twitch your cunt made and the slick noises of your pouring orgasm.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna come,"

"Come inside me, Sir," you caressed his hair as you came down your own high, "Give it all to me."

"Fuck," He rutted into you forcefully while panting into your mouth, shoving himself so deeply that his come could adequately coat every part of your body. "Oh, feels so good, Y/N."

He slowly drew away from you and then fucked himself back into you until he was balls-deep in you, all of his juices smothered your warm walls.

He pulled your legs up over his hips as he leaned in to kiss you, removing his thumb from your overstimulated clit and placing both hands on your thighs. His cock was still pulsing as he came down, and as he pressed his mouth against yours.

You laughed in his face, "Mr. Nakamoto, we were both desperate for release."

Knowing that he was in the same situation as you made you smile.

You finally dropped your legs as Yuta gently hissed at how sensitive he felt as he pushed himself away from the kiss. It wasn't the same, despite the fact that he had been torturing himself with thoughts of you every night. He desired your pussy to be content, just as you desired for his cock.

Not only his cock, either.

Him.

Mr. Nakamoto was essential.

It started to become an obsession. Your obsession.

Yuta brought his finger up to your lips after dragging it along the area where his come was starting to escape from you. He smiled at your greed as you quickly sucked his warm sperm from his fingers.

Your cheek was lovingly stroked by his knuckles as he said, "You are my sweet daughter, aren't you?"

You chuckled and gave him a sly smile, "You're just too hard to resist, Sir."

"What day off are you taking next?"

"Wednesday. Why?" You gave him an expectant smile.

"Stay free on that day." He handed you your underwear and casually stated, "I'm coming over," before pulling his pants back up.

"What if I already had plans that day?" You hopped down from the counter while grinning as your panties were being dragged up your legs.

He encircled you, palms flat on the vanity counter on either side of your hips lightly pinning you against the counter, "Cancel them."

Why would you refuse? You couldn't even though you should. You even loved to tease him a little, but you weren't going to anyhow. With him, you can never say no. It's the same way as he could never resist you.

"Okay. Fine. My scheduled has been moved, Sir. Considering how lost and hopeless you are without me."

Yuta shook his head and laughed through his nose, "Such a mouthy brat."

He gave you one final kiss before straightening himself up in the mirror and exiting the bathroom as if he hadn't just screwed his daughter's best friend while his spouse and other relatives were present.

You groaned and smiled as you turned to face the mirror. Such a mistake. But he was in such excellent spirits.

And even though he was married, you were well aware that he belonged to you.

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"come to my next show. i'll make you a fan, baby,"

@ shangri-la as the lead singer of viva la vida nine, you have little interest in anything other than your band and stealing the attention of the crowd from any other competitors. until you watch rival lead singer of pantera, nakamoto yuta, preform. cocky, charismatic, cavalier nakamoto yuta. the same nakamoto yuta who you cannot stand (him and the way he makes your knees feel weak). after that, you're much more interested in stealing his attention (though you'd rather die than admit it).

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sooniessoulmate · 27 days

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𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕

𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝔻𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕥𝕪 | 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | ℙ𝕒𝕕𝕠 𝕁𝕣

ℙ𝕒𝕕𝕠 (𝕊𝕄 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪) - ΣμΓ ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 :

𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕕𝕠𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖. 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤.

𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕚𝕝 - 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕚𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣, 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕.

𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕟𝕪 - 𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕊𝕦𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕕𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕. ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝.

ℕ𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕠 𝕐𝕦𝕥𝕒 - 𝕐𝕦𝕥𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. 𝕄𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕪, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜, 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕐𝕦𝕥𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤. 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝕐𝕦𝕥𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

𝕂𝕦𝕟 - ℚ𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕂𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕜 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖’𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. 𝕋𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕂𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖, 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕚𝕥.

𝔻𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 - 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝔻𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪.

𝕋𝕖𝕟_+*𝟙𝟘 - ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕜𝕦𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕚 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕖𝕟 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕪, 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟, 𝕛𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖. ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕘𝕒𝕪, 𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕚 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕞 𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥.

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 - 𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕤. 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪. 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.

𝕎𝕀ℕ𝕎𝕀ℕ - 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕦𝕡 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤’ 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕂𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕒. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕎𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕖𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡.

𝕁𝕌ℕ𝔾𝕎𝕆𝕆 - 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕨𝕠𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕄 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕓𝕟𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕐𝕦𝕥𝕒 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜 - 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕒 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕐𝕦𝕥𝕒 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪, 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟.

𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠𝕛𝕦𝕟 - 𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠 𝔻𝕖𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠𝕛𝕦𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠𝕛𝕦𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕪 𝟚𝟜/𝟟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕤.

ℍ𝕚 𝕚𝕞 ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕪 - 𝕎𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕪, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕣. 𝕆𝕓𝕟𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕒 “𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕” 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕗𝕦𝕟, 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥, 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖 “𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪”, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕋𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣.

ℝ𝔼ℕ 𝕁𝕌ℕ - ℍ𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕂𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕒 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕐/ℕ 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜.

𝕃𝔼𝔼 𝕁𝔼ℕ𝕆 - 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕘 𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕜 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤.

ℍ𝕒𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕪𝕔𝕜 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 ℍ𝕒𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙.

𝕁𝔸𝔼𝕄𝕀ℕ - ℕ𝕒 𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖. ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖.

𝕃𝕚𝕦 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 - 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥, 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟, 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪, 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕞𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕣. 𝔻𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕩𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖.

ℂℍ𝔼ℕ𝕃𝔼 ℤℍ𝕆ℕ𝔾 - ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕔 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤.

𝕁𝕀𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾 ℙ - ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕤.

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