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[Jungkook's POV]

I sat on the edge of my bed, the warm glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the room. My heart pounded, a strange mix of nerves and excitement bubbling inside me as I stared at my phone.

Calling Grandma Charlotte always stirred up emotions I couldn’t quite describe. She wasn’t just my grandmother—she was royalty, after all—but to me, she was also the woman who had nurtured me through all the stages of my life.

I bit my lip and hesitated, my thumb hovering over her contact name. Come on, Jungkook. It’s Grandma… she won’t bite.

With a deep breath, I hit the call button and raised the phone to my ear. The familiar sound of the dial tone hummed in the silence. One ring, two rings…

“Ah, finally! His Royal Highness deigns to call his poor old grandmother,” a voice, sharp and unmistakably British, greeted me on the other end.

A smile tugged at my lips despite myself. “Hi, Grandma.”

“Hi? Just ‘hi’? Not a single letter, not a call for days, and now you dare say ‘hi’ as if I’ve been hearing from you every day. Hmph!” Her voice held that usual edge of sarcasm, but I could hear the warmth behind it. She always knew how to make me squirm.

I scratched the back of my neck, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “I’m sorry, Grandma. It’s been… busy.”

“Busy! Busy, you say. Tell me, is your phone allergic to dialing numbers? Or perhaps you’ve completely forgotten how to operate it?”

I laughed, the sound bubbling up before I could stop it. “I swear I haven’t forgotten. I’ve just—well, there’s been a lot going on. I’ve missed you though.”

There was a brief pause, and I could imagine her on the other side, sitting in her grand chateau with that knowing smile on her face. “Mm, you can’t sweet-talk me, my dear. But I suppose I’ll forgive you… this time.”

“Thank you, Your Royal Highness,” I teased, adding a playful bow though she couldn’t see it.

“Ah, now you remember my title. See, you’re learning.” There was a hint of a chuckle in her voice now. “Now, enough of this. How are you, Jungkook? Truly.”

I sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “I’m good. Really good, actually. Things have been… different. Busy, like I said, but in a good way.”

“Different, you say? You sound far too cryptic for your own good. Care to explain what ‘different’ means? Have you been able to woo the lady you set your eyes on or are you still chasing after her like a lovesick puppy?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, the image of me trailing after Y/n flashing in my mind. “No, no, it’s not like that. She feels the same way. It’s… mutual.”

“Well, good! About time someone could keep up with you,” she teased. “And? Have you made your intentions known to her family, or are you sneaking around like a scoundrel?”

I winced, her words cutting a bit too close to the truth. “Actually… there was, um, an incident.”

“An incident?” Her voice sharpened with curiosity.

“Well, her parents kind of… walked in on us. We were, uh… cuddling in her bed.”

Silence.

I swallowed hard, waiting for the inevitable reaction.

“Jungkook,” she finally said, her tone full of disbelief. “What in the name of royal decorum were you doing in a lady’s bed? Have you completely forgotten your manners?”

“I know, I know,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “It wasn’t anything inappropriate, I swear. We were just… close. But her parents weren’t exactly thrilled.”

“As they should be!” she retorted. “A young man in a lady’s bed without so much as an engagement ring? The audacity!”

I sighed. “Grandma, it wasn’t like that. We were just resting, and it happened. But… her parents are actually fine now. They just want us to get engaged.”

There was a brief pause. “Engaged, you say?”

“Yeah,” I replied, my voice softening. “They think it would be a good step. Something that shows we’re serious.”

For a moment, I thought she might launch into another lecture, but instead, her tone shifted. “Well, perhaps they’re right. Traditions are important, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. An engagement would set things in motion, give you both time to prepare for what’s ahead.”

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “That’s what I thought too. It’s… it’s actually kind of exciting. I want to do it. But only if Y/n’s ready.”

“You must be certain, Jungkook. An engagement is not to be taken lightly. But from what I hear, her parents sound like they value tradition, which is refreshing. It means they’ll be with you both through whatever comes next.”

Her words felt reassuring, grounding. “Yeah, that’s exactly it. But Grandma, I was thinking… I want you to be there. For the engagement.”

There was a soft sigh on the other end of the line. “Oh, my dear boy, I would love nothing more. But with Charles having ascended the throne, there’s so much work to be done. The royal council has been relentless lately. I simply cannot leave London at the moment.”

My heart sank. “Really? But, Grandma…”

“I know, I know,” she interrupted gently, “but duty calls. You of all people should understand that. We all have responsibilities, especially in the world we live in.”

I sighed, the disappointment heavy in my chest. “So… should I postpone it? Maybe wait until you’re free?”

“No, Jungkook. You mustn’t delay this. Her mother’s concerns are valid. You’ve already stepped into a more serious realm of this relationship. The engagement should happen soon, for her family’s peace of mind—and your own. You can’t let my unavailability stop that.”

“But it’s not the same without you, Grandma.”

“I’ll still be with you in spirit, my dear,” she said softly. “And after the engagement, you must bring her to London. I’d like to meet this lovely Y/n before the wedding. A short vacation for you both will be just the thing.”

The idea of visiting her in London with Y/n made my heart skip a beat. “You really think that’ll work?"

“Of course. I’ll extend my blessings from here for the engagement, but after that, you must come to London. And then, perhaps, we can discuss wedding plans. Hmm?”

A smile crept onto my face. “That sounds perfect.”

“There, you see? All’s well that ends well,” she said, a touch of amusement back in her voice. “But remember, Jungkook, this is a serious step. Respect Y/n’s parents, honor their traditions, and for heaven’s sake, stay out of her bed until you’re properly wed.”

I blushed again, embarrassed but unable to stop laughing. “Yes, Grandma. I promise.”

“Good. Now, go get yourself engaged, my dear boy. And tell Y/n that she has my full approval—if that even matters to her.”

“It definitely matters,” I said earnestly. “Thank you, Grandma. Really.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Just make sure you follow through. And Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Never forget your place, but more importantly, never forget hers. Cherish her, always.”

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words settle deep inside me. “I will, Grandma. I promise.”

“Good. Now, off with you! I have royal matters to attend to.", with that, the call came to an end.

---

[Next day]

Today was Y/n’s graduation day. It was one of those milestones that we had talked about, dreamed about, and now, here it was. As soon as I woke up, I felt the adrenaline kick in, knowing I had to get ready to head to her university.

My girl was about to walk across that stage, and there was no way I was going to miss it.

I stood in front of the mirror, half-dressed, fumbling with the buttons on my white dress shirt. The clock was ticking, and I needed to hurry, but my fingers weren’t cooperating. My mind kept wandering, imagining Y/n in her graduation cap and gown, probably a ball of nerves by now.

Just as I reached for another button, the door to my room swung open, and there she was—Y/n, looking all flustered, her hair slightly messy and wearing ..... My shirt?

When did she even steal one of my formal shirts?

And she chose to wear my shirt under her gown?

I'd be a liar if I say I'm not aroused.

"Kookoo!" she exclaimed, her voice higher than usual, her eyes wide with nerves. "Oh my God, why aren’t you ready yet? We’re going to be late! I—I can't believe this, I have to be there early and… oh God, what if something goes wrong? What if I trip on stage? What if they call the wrong name? What if—"

I blinked, barely keeping up with the stream of words pouring out of her. She was jittery, pacing back and forth in my room, the sleeves of my shirt flapping with her frantic movements. It looked way too big on her, almost comically so, but she still looked adorable.

"My little one, hey, calm down. It’s your day," I said, trying to sound soothing as I continued buttoning my shirt. "You’ve got this. You’ve worked so hard for this moment, and nothing’s going to go wrong, okay?"

But she wasn’t listening. Her hands flew to her hair, tugging at it as if she was on the verge of pulling it out. "What if I forget my speech? What if I sweat too much under the gown? What if I—Kookoo, are you even listening? You’re not even dressed properly!"

I bit my lip, watching her spin in circles. She was a complete mess of nerves, her voice growing more and more frantic. I walked over to her, gently grabbing her shoulders to stop her from moving. "My moon, breathe. Seriously, just take a deep breath."

She stared at me for a second, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Then, her eyes dropped to my half-done shirt, and she groaned.

"Are you kidding me? You can’t even button your shirt properly, and we’re supposed to be somewhere in like twenty minutes! This is why I—"

And just like that, one of the buttons slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor with a soft clink. My mouth twitched into an awkward smile as I looked down at the missing button.

Y/n threw her hands in the air, exasperated. "Seriously, Kookoo? How can you be so careless? Now, where’s your sewing kit? Do you even have one?"

I scratched the back of my neck, feeling a bead of sweat forming. "Uh, somewhere in the cabinet, I think. But it’s just one button, my moon. We don’t have to—"

But she was already rummaging through the drawers, muttering to herself as she searched for the sewing kit.

"Of course, I’ll have to fix it. If you go out there with a missing button, it’ll just prove how irresponsible you are. And on my graduation day, no less!"

Before I could argue, she found the kit and marched over to me with a determined look on her face. "Hold still," she ordered, as she threaded the needle with surprising speed.

I froze, letting out a small sigh. I could feel the tension in the air shifting as she got closer.

Much closer.

She stood right in front of me, her fingers brushing against my chest as she lined up the button and began stitching. Her concentration was intense, her brows furrowed, completely oblivious to the fact that we were practically pressed against each other now.

The proximity sent a jolt through my body. My heart thudded in my chest, pounding so loud I was sure she could hear it.

Her hands were so close, her soft fingers moving gently over my shirt as she worked on the button. I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rising in my body, and damn, I hoped she couldn’t see how flushed I was getting.

She kept talking, still rambling nervously. "I just… I can’t believe it’s today. It’s just so much pressure. What if I trip? What if I forget to smile? And oh God, why is this button so damn difficult to sew?"

I couldn’t focus on her words anymore.

All I could focus on was how close she was.

Her fingers brushed against my chest every few seconds, and with each touch, I felt my pulse race. I could feel her breath on me, the faint scent of her perfume filling the air around us.

I licked my lips, trying to control the wave of heat that was coursing through me. This was supposed to be a simple moment, her just helping me with a button, but it felt so much more intense than that.

Her hands were so delicate, so gentle, and I couldn’t stop staring at her.

Then, just as she leaned down to cut the thread with her teeth, her lips hovered dangerously close to my chest.

My breath hitched, and I could feel the sweat forming on the back of my neck.

The sight of her lips so near to me—God, it was driving me insane.

She kept talking, still lost in her own world of worries. "I mean, what if—"

She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she finally looked up. Her gaze locked with mine, and for a moment, everything stopped.

Her hands froze on my shirt, her lips still parted from the motion of cutting the thread. The space between us felt charged, like a current of electricity was buzzing in the air.

Her eyes flickered, taking in the look on my face, the tension in the room suddenly thickening. Her cheeks flushed, her breath catching as she realized just how close we were.

I didn’t move, couldn’t move.

My pulse raced, and all I could do was stare back at her.

The heat between us was palpable, and the way her lips hovered so close to my skin—it was making it hard to breathe.

Slowly, I smirked, the tension between us almost unbearable now. My voice came out low, husky, almost a whisper.

"You know," I started, my eyes drifting down to where her lips had just been near my chest, "if you lean down any closer, your lips might end up brushing against my heart."

Her eyes widened, her face flushing a deep shade of red. "K-kookoo!" she stammered, her hands faltering as she realized what I’d just said.

I could feel the heat radiating off her now, the way she suddenly became very aware of the situation. Her breath hitched, her hands still resting on my chest, and I could tell she didn’t know what to do next.

But me?

I couldn’t resist leaning in just a little bit closer, my lips inches from her ear as I whispered, "You’re driving me crazy, you know that?"

She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Instead, she looked down at the button she had just sewn, her hands still resting on my chest, and then back up at me. Her lips parted, her breath shaky, and for a moment, it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of us.

I could feel the heat between us growing, the space between us almost nonexistent now. My hand moved to her waist, pulling her just a little bit closer, and I could see the way her eyes flickered with uncertainty, with desire.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "Your lips… they were so close to my heart, little one. Maybe that’s where they belong."

---

[Y/n's POV]

As I stood there, barely inches from Jungkook, the air between us was thick, buzzing with something electric. My heart was hammering against my chest so loudly I could hardly think straight.

Jungkook’s words still echoed in my head — "Your lips… they were so close to my heart, little one. Maybe that’s where they belong."

I was frozen, his hand resting gently at my waist, pulling me ever so slightly closer. His breath was warm on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

My hands were still gripping his shirt, and I could feel the heat radiating off his chest through the thin fabric. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to pull away.

But just as the moment seemed to reach its peak, a loud honk echoed from outside. It shattered the tension like glass, jerking me back to reality.

I blinked, pulling away slightly, my breath shaky. "Mom," I whispered, suddenly remembering she was waiting for me downstairs in the car.

Jungkook sighed, his lips curling into a half-smile, though his eyes were still dark with whatever tension had been between us moments ago. "Guess we’ve been saved by the honk."

I swallowed, stepping back completely, my cheeks burning. My fingers trembled as I let go of his shirt, trying to regain my composure. "Y-Yeah, right," I stammered, avoiding his gaze.

"Y/n! Come on!" I heard my mom yelling from downstairs.

"I should… I should go," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. But as I turned to leave, Jungkook grabbed my wrist, his touch gentle but firm.

"Wait." His voice was soft, but the command in it made me freeze.

I looked back at him, my heart still racing. His eyes softened, and for a moment, I thought he might say something profound, something that would change everything between us. But instead, he just smirked, that teasing, mischievous glint returning to his eyes.

"Don’t trip when you walk up on stage," he teased.

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the fact that my entire body was still buzzing from our almost-kiss.

"You’re impossible," I muttered, shaking my head as I pulled my wrist free and headed for the door.

I could hear him chuckling behind me as I rushed out, the heat still creeping up my neck and cheeks. My mom honked again as I stumbled out of the apartment and down the stairs. I didn’t dare look back, knowing if I did, I’d probably lose whatever composure I had left.

---

By the time we arrived at the university, the nerves had settled in again. Today was graduation day. Today was the day I was supposed to celebrate my achievements, to walk across that stage and receive my diploma, to give my speech as valedictorian.

And yet, all I could think about was the way Jungkook had looked at me back in his room. The way his voice had dropped when he’d whispered those words, the way my heart had nearly exploded in my chest.

"Y/n, are you ready?" my mom asked, snapping me out of my thoughts as she parked the car.

I nodded, though I wasn’t entirely sure if I was. "Yeah. Let’s do this."

We stepped out of the car, and the buzz of the graduation ceremony hit me immediately. Students were everywhere, dressed in their caps and gowns, hugging friends and family, taking pictures. The air was filled with excitement, anticipation, and the occasional bout of anxiety.

I made my way to the auditorium where the ceremony would be held, and I spotted Jungkook standing off to the side, looking impossibly handsome in his suit.

He caught my eye and gave me a small nod, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. I felt my heart skip a beat.

The ceremony itself felt like a blur. One by one, names were called, diplomas were handed out, and students walked across the stage.

Applause filled the air, cheers from proud parents and friends echoing through the auditorium.

Finally, it was my turn. The dean called my name, and I stood, smoothing down my gown as I made my way to the stage. My legs felt like jelly, but somehow, I managed to make it up the stairs without tripping (thank God).

As I reached the podium, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me — my parents, my friends, and of course, Jungkook.

I took a deep breath, clutching the edges of the podium as I stared out at the sea of faces. My heart was racing, but I forced myself to focus. This was my moment. My chance to say something that mattered.

"Good afternoon, everyone," I began, my voice surprisingly steady. "It’s an honor to stand here today as valedictorian, but I have to admit… I’m a little nervous."

A few chuckles rippled through the audience, and I smiled, trying to ease the tension. "When I think back on the years we’ve spent here, all the late-night study sessions, the exams, the stress… it’s hard to believe that we’ve finally made it. But we did. We’re here."

I paused, scanning the crowd. My eyes landed on Jungkook, who was watching me with an intensity that made my stomach flip. I felt my cheeks warm, but I pressed on.

"None of us got here alone. We’ve had friends, family, professors… all of whom have supported us in ways we can never fully repay. And there’s one person in particular…" I hesitated for a split second, my gaze flickering to Jungkook.

"One person who has been my rock throuttgh everything. Someone who has pushed me to be my best, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I won’t name names, but… you know who you are. Thank you."

I saw Jungkook’s smirk widen just a little, and I quickly looked away before I lost my train of thought.

"Today isn’t just about celebrating our accomplishments," I continued, "but also about looking forward to the future. We have so much ahead of us — opportunities, challenges, and yes, maybe even a few mistakes along the way. But I’m confident that whatever comes next, we’re ready for it."

I wrapped up the speech with a few more words of encouragement and inspiration, and then it was over.

The crowd erupted into applause, and I stepped down from the podium, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I made my way back to my seat, I couldn’t help but glance at Jungkook again. He was clapping, but there was a look in his eyes that made my breath hitch. It was something deeper, something that made my skin tingle.

---

The after-party was a whirlwind of congratulations, hugs, and pictures. But through it all, I couldn’t stop thinking about the moment Jungkook and I had shared before the ceremony.

The way we’d almost kissed. The way my body had reacted to his touch, his words.

Finally, after what felt like hours of mingling, I found him standing by the drinks table, looking impossibly cool as always. I walked up to him, my heart racing.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual.

"Hey, valedictorian," he teased, his eyes twinkling.

I rolled my eyes. "Don’t start."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "You did great up there. Especially the part about that ‘important person behind your success.’" He raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"Wonder who that could be?"

I felt my cheeks flush. "Shut up."

Before I could say anything else, he reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. "You know, I never got to congratulate you properly."

I swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close we were standing. "Kookoo, we’re at my graduation…"

He smirked, his eyes darkening slightly. "So what?"

And before I could protest, he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You’re still wearing my shirt under that gown, aren’t you?"

My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

How did he know? I hadn’t even realized I still had it on.

I tried to pull away, but his grip on my hand tightened, keeping me close. "Kookoo," I whispered, my voice shaky. "Not here."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my skin. "Fine. But later, we’re going to talk about that shirt."

I blushed furiously, quickly pulling away from him. "You’re impossible," I muttered, though I couldn’t help but smile.

As I turned to walk away, I heard him call after me. "Don’t trip on your way out, valedictorian!"

I shook my head, laughing under my breath as I made my way back into the crowd.

---

[Jungkook's POV]

I scanned the crowd as my little one walked away, mingling with her batchmates, and my eyes fell on Hyunsik instead, lounging at one of the tables with Tzuyu by his side, a smug grin already plastered on his face as he noticed me approaching.

“Well, look who decided to show up!” Hyunsik called out as I got closer, his grin growing wider by the second.

Tzuyu smiled politely, waving at me, but Hyunsik was already leaning back in his chair like he was preparing for a showdown.

I rolled my eyes, sliding into the chair opposite him. “Don’t start, man. I’m here, aren’t I?”

Hyunsik chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "So, how’s it going with the lady of the hour? Did you manage to make her your girlfriend yet, or do I need to remind you of our little bet?"

I smirked, feeling a cocky surge of satisfaction bubble up inside me. Hyunsik had been teasing me for weeks now, ever since I’d told him I could make Y/n call in love with me least seven times before he even got married. It had been a half-serious challenge at the time, but now… well, things were moving faster than I could’ve imagined.

I leaned back in my chair, mimicking his casual posture. “Oh, you mean the bet? Yeah, I remember. But you know what, Hyunsik? I don’t think I’ll need all seven days. It’s only been four, and she’s already caved four times.” I flashed him a grin, my voice laced with playful arrogance.

“And we’re getting engaged in two days.”

Hyunsik raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but not the least bit surprised.

Tzuyu snickered quietly beside him, while I let out a low laugh. “Oh, trust me, I’m giving her a run for her money. But you know what? I think she’s enjoying it.” I couldn’t help the smug grin that stretched across my face.

Y/n had been driving me crazy these past few days, but honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The way she cared, the way she fussed—it was endearing, in her own weird way.

Hyunsik shook his head, his lips twitching into a smile. “You’re unbelievable. You make a promise of getting the girl, and now you’re sitting here grinning like a fool about getting engaged. Who knew the great Jeon Jungkook would turn into such a sap?”

I rolled my eyes, shoving his arm lightly. “I’m not a sap. I’m just confident, alright? Besides, you’re one to talk. Weren’t you the one who seemed like the last person to settle when you were  a kid? And look at you now, all cozy with Tzuyu.”

Hyunsik glanced at Tzuyu, who had been quietly watching the two of us bicker, and his grin softened into something more genuine. “Yeah, well, I guess we all change when the right person comes along.”

Tzuyu blushed at that, nudging him lightly with her elbow. “Don’t get all sentimental on me now, Hyunsik.”

I couldn’t resist teasing him more. “Oh, wow, the tough guy’s gone soft. What happened to the guy who once said to Y/n that love wasn’t his thing? You’re the one who’s sappy.”

Hyunsik threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay! Maybe I’ve softened a bit. But at least I’m not the one bragging about making his fiancée fall in love every other day.”

I chuckled, leaning forward. “You’re just mad because I’m winning the bet.”

Hyunsik raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how do you figure that?”

“Simple,” I said, smirking. “I told you I’d make her fall in love seven times in seven days, right? Well, it’s only been four days, and we’re getting engaged in two. Do the math. I’m ahead of schedule.”

Hyunsik laughed, shaking his head. “Only you, Jungkook, would turn something like this into a competition. You know, normal people just… get engaged. No bets, no challenges, just love.”

I shrugged. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Tzuyu and Y/n finally joined the conversation, both of them watching us with amused expressions. Y/n crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Wait, what’s this about making me fall in love?”

I froze, realizing maybe I’d said too much. “Uh, nothing. Just… guy talk.”

Hyunsik snorted. “Yeah, Jungkook’s just bragging about how he’s got you wrapped around his finger.”

I shot him a glare. “Dude.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at me, but there was a glint of amusement in them. “Oh really? Wrapped around your finger, huh?”

I grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck. “Not exactly what I said…”

She sighed, rolling her eyes but smiling anyway. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

Y/n opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, Tzuyu chimed in, her tone teasing. “I think it’s cute. They’re both stubborn and competitive, but deep down, they’re just softies.”

Hyunsik groaned, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t you start, Tzuyu. I’ve already got one Jungkook to deal with.”

I laughed, shaking my head at the banter. “You’re just jealous, man. Admit it.”

Hyunsik chuckled, raising his glass in a mock toast. “To stubbornness and competitive idiots.”

I clinked my glass with his, grinning. “And to getting engaged in two days.”

Y/n blushed beside me, and I reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. The tension from earlier had faded, replaced by a sense of warmth, of ease.

Sure, we bickered, and sure, I teased her mercilessly, but at the end of the day, there was no one else I’d rather be with.

Even Hyunsik, with all his teasing, knew that.

“Guess you win this one, Jungkook,” Hyunsik said, shaking his head but smiling. “But don’t think I’m not gonna get you back.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied with a grin. “But for now, I’m just enjoying the win.”

We all laughed, the conversation flowing easily between the four of us. As the night went on, the teasing and bickering continued, but there was an undeniable sense of camaraderie, of something deeper than just competition or stubbornness.

It was friendship, love, and a shared understanding that, in the end, we were all a little crazy for the ones we cared about.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.