*San's pov*
"Thank you Atiny! We love you guys!"
San and the rest of the members stood in a line and bowed to their fans. It had been a long, long fan-meeting.
San loved their fans of course. But after a full on week of promoting their latest comeback 'Bouncy', he was ready to go home and collapse.
Yunho was trying to calm down Wooyoung, who was bouncing with energy. It was like he'd had 10 energy drinks in one sitting! But he was still really cute...
'Shit!', San thought. There he was, admiring Wooyoung again. It was happening more and more. He hated himself for it. He had a crush on his younger member! That was simply not right.
Biting his lip, the elder looked at Wooyoung out of the corner of his eye. The younger was jumping around the stage and posing for Atiny.
He grabbed Mingi next to him and kissed him on the cheek. Wooyoung did this a lot - with all the members. Except...
Wooyoung used to act really close to San and would always find a way to be near him or with him any chance he got. But recently, he'd been acting different. Getting awkward when San tried talking to him or looked at him, swapping places with another member when San came to sit next to him. Just acting really distant. And it tore San's heart. Why was he acting like this?
"San? San? Hello???"
"Huh?"
"San you've been staring at Wooyoung for 2 minutes straight," said Seonghwa, "your eyes are watering! Blink for gods sake!"
San blinked and he was back to reality. Seonghwa was in front of him holding plushies and other gifts from fans. He was looking at San, concerned.
"There you are! Back to the present. Your eyes went all misty. We're gonna be late home if you keep staring!"
"Sorry...", San mumbled. He kept blinking. But not because his eyes were watering. But because he felt like he was going to cry.
Cry? Great. Now he was crying over Wooyoung.
He grabbed the various gifts and followed the members out.
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*Wooyoung's pov*
Something was wrong with San.
Though he pretended not to, Wooyoung had seen the elder staring at him during the whole fan meeting.
He knew that he'd been acting different, and he knew that it was hurting San. But he just couldn't bare to face him after the dream he had a few days ago...
"𝑺𝒂𝒏...𝑺𝒂𝒏...𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆..." 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅. "𝑫𝒐-𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆...𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖"
"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓"
𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝑺𝒂𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑺𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅.
𝑺𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆.
"𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒂𝒏, 𝑰-𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆"
"𝑴𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝑾𝒐𝒐, 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆"
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒙 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑺𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔.
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒌?", 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅.
"𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒌", 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝑺𝒂𝒏, "𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓."
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑼𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆. 𝑨 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 - 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅.
𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅.
"𝑨𝒘𝒘. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚? 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑."
𝑺𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅.
"𝑩𝒖𝒕 - 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇..." 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅.
"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚," 𝑺𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅, "𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈."
𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒂𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.
𝑺𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑, 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑵𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒏.
𝑨 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍. 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎.
"𝑾𝒐𝒐! 𝑾𝒐𝒐!𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏! 𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏!"
"𝑰-𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈! 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆!" 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒏? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 5 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔?
That dream had been a wake up call for Wooyoung. He had thought of it before, but now he was sure. He liked San. More than a friend. But it wasn't a two way street. They were friends. That's it. That's what San wanted. And if being friends was what San wanted, Wooyoung could do it. Even if it was breaking his heart...
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*San's pov*
Throwing his stuff down, San collapsed on his bed. Looking to his left at the clock, it read 23:47. It was late. But San couldn't sleep. Not with all the thoughts running round his head.
They'd had a performance on Music Bank earlier. They're 6th stage of Bouncy. Wooyoung's outfit...
San remembered it well. He remembered how the tight shirt had clung to the younger's defined abs. How the sweatpants had left nothing to the imagination. San reached his hand down to his member. Wooyoung knew he was hot and San could not disagree.
He started to rub his member through his trousers. But it wasn't enough. He slid his hand under and directly grabbed it. He groaned and started to stroke it. God he needed this.
Quickly, San stood up and made sure his door was shut. He then lost his trousers and boxers, climbing back into his bed. Getting under the covers, he went back to what he'd been doing. San closed his eyes. And Wooyoung came into his mind straight away. How he'd lick his lips when performing, that look he'd give the camera, when he'd lift his shirt just a bit. San groaned and his head fell back as he stroked harder. Harder and faster.
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*Wooyoung's pov*
Having dropped his bag in the kitchen, Wooyoung made his way to his room. It was the last door in the corridor. He was walking towards it when he heard something. He knew the members were asleep. But he could hear something coming from the room opposite his. San's. Wooyoung went closer and put his ear to the door.
He was shocked to hear the groans coming from the room. But what shocked him most was the words San kept whispering - just loud enough that Wooyoung was able to catch it.
"God. Oh god. Wooyoung."
Wooyoung.
His name.
San had said his name.
Said his name whilst pleasuring himself.
Wooyoung stood back. Just from hearing San, he felt the heat rushing to his member. How could he go back to his room after this? He couldn't.
He silently opened the door and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
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*San's pov*
It felt good, but it didn't feel like enough. San was rubbing and stroking his member harder and harder, and yet still couldn't feel satisfied. He knew there was only one person that he wanted to be touching him.
That's when he felt a hand on his thigh. He had his eyes shut and so thought it was just his imagination. But the hand moved further up his thigh, and stopped on his hand - the one on his member. He gasped at the touch.
San opened his eyes halfway.
Wooyoung. Wooyoung was there. There holding his hand. His pupils dilated and staring at San with a hungry look.
"Wooyoung?"
"Shhh"
Wooyoung removed San's hand and replaced it with his own. Gently stroking San's member.
"What are y- Wooyoung? What are you doi-oh my god!" San was trying to get his words out. But then he seemed to forgot how to speak when he saw Wooyoung put his mouth on his tip.
The younger smirked at San's reaction. He went down and put his tongue on the elder's member as he licked from the bottom to the top. He then gently lowered his mouth, completely filling it with San's member.
San moaned and put his hand out, grabbing Wooyoung's hair with pleasure. He saw Wooyoung starting to bob his head, taking him whole.
San struggled to keep quiet.
But then he came to his senses. With a heavy heart, he sat up and grabbed Wooyoung's head. The feeling San had been engrossed in, stopped and he hated it. Wooyoung was looking at him, mouth slightly open. Both were breathing heavily. Suddenly, no words were needed. San looked at Wooyoung's dark eyes and then down at his lips. Wooyoung looked at San the same way.
They both knew.
San grabbed Wooyoung's neck as their lips collided. Wooyoung's hand went up into the elder's hair. He opened his lips, letting San's tongue in. The kiss was hot and needy. They both wanted this and finally, they were both getting it.
"Off," San said. Wooyoung knew what he meant. He removed his hands from San's hair and grabbed his top as his took it off.
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*Wooyoung's pov*
"San. I need you", Wooyoung whispered as he reached down to unbuckle his belt, slipping his trousers and boxers off. Both boys were now naked and they loved the feeling of it.
"I'm here. I'm here", San said as he attacked Wooyoung's neck. Biting it and then soothing it with his tongue.
"No- I need you in me" Wooyoung said, breaking away from the kiss and putting his forehead against San's, panting.
The younger saw the elder's eyes grow dark. This wasn't his hyung that he knew. This was a hot and sex-hungry San. The San he got to see. The 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 person who was allowed to see San like this, Wooyoung decided.
San grabbed Wooyoung's thighs and turned him around, placing him on his back on the bed. Wooyoung moved his hips up against San's member, looking for any friction he could get.
"Needy huh?", San smirked down.
"Fuck", Wooyoung groaned. He reached his hand up and grabbed the back of San's neck, bringing it down and crashing their lips together. He was deep into the kiss when he gasped feeling a finger enter him.
"Fuck. San...fuck"
Wooyoung jerked forward again as another finger entered.
"I need more...", Wooyoung begged, and was greeted with another wet finger. San brought their lips together again as he started to move his fingers. They both moaned in each other mouths.
"I'm gonna cum San. I'm so close...", Wooyoung said - nearly out of breath.
"Not yet", San said.
San's fingers quickly left Wooyoung's hole and Wooyoung suddenly felt very empty. He whined and looked up, only for his eyes to widen at the sight.
San had grabbed his bottle of lube from the bedside table and was putting some on his member. He then straddled the younger, placing his tip at Wooyoung's entrance.
"Stop me if this hurts", San said as he gently pushed himself in.
Wooyoung groaned and gripped the bedsheet for dear life. San stilled inside him.
"Move-you can move," Wooyoung said - almost crying with the stretch.
San started moving. Thrusting himself into Wooyoung and back out again. Faster and faster. He brought his head down and licked one of Wooyoung's nipples. Gently biting it and then moving to the next one.
Wooyoung reached for San, but San grabbed his wrist and pinned them against the headboard. Tears were running down Wooyoung's face. Tears of pleasure and fulfilment. He was finally getting San with him - in him. And he loved every minute.
San's thrust got sloppier as he reached his climax.
Wooyoung cried out as he came across his chest and San's stomach. Feeling Wooyoung clench around him, was more than enough to send San over the edge, cumming into the younger.
San gently pulled out of Wooyoung and lay down next to him. Both were panting and trying to catch their breath.
They turned to look at each other.
"Guess you're not mad at me anymore." San said, laughing a little.
"Mad? I was never mad at you. I - I just couldn't face you after..."
"After what?" San asked.
"Doesn't matter." Wooyoung said as he blushed and buried his face into the crook of San's neck.
San smiled to himself, turned and embraced Wooyoung.
Again, no words were needed. They now realised how each other felt.
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𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘...𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 😅. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍!
𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜!
𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 "𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛" 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍?
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