In your mind, playing games with your boyfriend would be fun, a cute bonding moment for the both of you. But your boyfriend was Chenle, so honestly, you should’ve known better.
“Stop throwing food at me, Chenle! You’re making my side a mess!” You shove his shoulder as he laughed maniacally at you, having way too much fun at your expense.
“You asked for more tomatoes!” He shot back, defending his honor.
“I asked for one, not TEN!”
He was having fun alright, you on the other hand were stressed out. Maybe you should’ve known his schemes when he suggested Overcooked, an innocent smile on his lips as he promised everything will go smoothly… It didn’t.
“Zhong Chenle, one more tomato and I’ll-” He hit you square in the face with one.
Whipping your head in his direction, you gave him just a few seconds to brace himself before you pounced at him, hands trapping him under your body.
Chenle blinked up at you in surprise, hands instinctively holding onto your waist. Even if he was caught out of guard, he’d always reach out to you, to make sure you’d be alright. Just in case, of course.
“You! You’re doing this on purpose! You just want to annoy me! Ugh, Chenle, you’re so- Hmpf!” Your little angry rant gets interrupted by him pressing his lips to yours, hands pulling you down by the waist, making you lose your balance and fall on top of him.
Taking his chance he quickly flipped you over, pressing you against the couch, hands roaming your body as the kiss got more intense. You felt dizzy, either from the movement or the kiss, or maybe both, you couldn’t tell.
Your hands hesitantly wrapped around his neck, too stubborn to completely give in, but slowly getting lost in the feeling of his lips.
Parting with a shared need to breathe, you both stare at each other, panting as you try to compose yourselves. However, you quickly remembered why you were mad at him, so you frown again, a small pout forming on your lips.
“You’re trying to distract me-”
“You’re hot when you’re mad.” He cuts you off, a sly grin on his face.
“Zhong-” Kiss. “Chenle-” Kiss. “You better-“ Kiss. “Stop this right now!”
With your hands over his mouth, you squirm underneath him as you finally let out a giggle, too amused by his actions to stay mad at him.
A triumphant grin makes itself known on his lips he lets go of your hands, sitting up and helping you up as well in the process.
“Sigh…You’re hot when you smile too. Can I kiss you again? I promise to play nice this time!”
“My god, I’ve liked you for soooo long…” You mumble, words barely coherent. You were drunk. Really drunk.
To be fair, you didn’t plan to get this drunk. After being dragged to a party you did not want to go, the fruity cocktails became your bestfriends, too delicious and barely tasting like they had any signifiant amounts of alcohol, so you just kept drinking and drinking until you found yourself in this situation; rambling about how much you liked your long time friend and crush… to your crush, himself.
“A-and like, you never look- looked my way?? I know you’re h-hot and all, but- Damn, I’m decent myself, aren't I-” Words spilled out of your lips, the alcohol in your brain making you throw all inhibitions out of the window.
Jeno on the other hand was… stunned, to say the least. In all of his time knowing you, he never expected you to be this drunk, or to be eloquently confessing your love for him. Not that he was annoyed or anything, in fact, he was quite flustered himself, having shared the same feelings for the past few months.
It was hard to pinpoint when the platonic feelings turned into romantic feelings for you, but one day it all clicked when Donghyuck pointed it out. He’d never admit that in Donghyuck’s face though, he’d rather die than give him the satisfaction of being right.
So for the longest time he kept it in, thinking about it over and over again, and- Wait… Were you crying?
“What- Wait- Hey- Don’t cry…!” He tried to soothe your cries desperately, hesitant hands reaching to wipe away the tears that ran down your cheeks.
"I just like you so muuuch... I wanted you to like me back soooo bad." A sob ripped through your lips. Your hands flew to cover your face, whining about how embarassing all of this was.
Jeno chuckled quietly, a sigh leaving his lips. Your hangover the next day will be horrible.
But it's okay, he'll be there to help you out, scold you for drinking so much and maybe get you to confess again. This time sober, so he can say he likes you back.
Chronically online, that was a way that your boyfriend used to describe you. And he was correct, somewhat, since you’d never admit it.
Spending time on tiktok was one of your favorite ways to pass time; watching weird dance videos, beautiful arts, different makeup styles, those reddit videos (your favorite; being nosy about others life) and of course the couples trends.
Oh the couples trends.
You tried almost all of them with Mark, finding joy in his reactions; kissing him all over with a red lipstick, the “you better lock your phone” trend, hands heart trend, you name it. And now, you found a new one.
Mark had invited you to a casual hangout, drive around the city, go shopping, anything really, as long as you two were together. You took this opportunity to try your latest scheme.
Once you got in the car, he leaned over the central console, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. Exchanging greetings, he smiled at you and reached over to rest his hand on your thing, squeezing it gently as he started to drive.
Step 1 of your scheme: ask to get some food.
It was easy, considering it was almost lunch time and you were sure he hadn’t eaten yet, waiting to pick you up so the both of you could eat together. So, he relented easily, unsuspecting, as he changed the route to the nearest fast food chain for a quick bite. Once there, you insisted on eating in the car, saying how it was cooler inside because of the AC, as if the store didn’t have any AC, and how it’d be much easier to just eat inside the car, not even having to get up.
As always, he relented. Mark always did when it came to you.
Step 2 of your scheme: set the camera up without him suspecting anything.
It was somewhat easy too, as Mark didn’t really question what you were doing, specially after you said you wanted to film your reaction to the limited time food you ordered, with the intention of sending to a friend. Maybe he was just used to your antics at this point, but still, you considered it a win.
Step 3? Lights, camera, action!
“This looks so good!” You exclaimed, picking a piece of the extra cheesy fries, mouth salivating at the sight.
“Careful, it’s hot.” Mark warned you, sliding a napkin over your lap, just in case you dropped anything. This man… Always so thoughtful.
You shoot him a smile, before approaching the camera with the fries in hand, showing it off.
“Look! Mark got me these! He’s the best husband in the world, for real-”
You heard him choke on his drink, head snapping to the side, looking at you with wide eyes. He had a surprised look on his face, but you could also see the smile that was threatening to show on his lips, the tip of his ears already flushing red.
“What?’ He asked, voice soft as if in disbelief. ‘Husband…?”
You just smiled back, a giggle escaping your lips. “Yeah… Why? Does it bother you?”
“Well- That’s not- It’s- I’m happy, actually-’ He fumbles with his words, eyes darting all over the place. Then he looks back at you, a shy smile on his face, voice so incredibly soft you could basically melt in it. ‘I’m honored you’d call me your husband… I guess my heart just skipped a beat, not gonna lie…”
God, you loved him. You heart was doing somersaults, how could he look just so adorable?
Leaning over you kissed him once again and Mark eagerly reciprocated it, hand tangling up the hair at the back of your hand as he pulled you towards him.
You’re not sure what woke you up from your nap. It could’ve been the slight chill because of the AC, or it was the arms wrapped around you, holding you on a deathly grip, those arms belonging to none other than your boyfriend. Ah, yes, maybe that was it, your boyfriend, Jisung.
His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, if it was even possible at this point. When he arrived you were unsure, as you had first fallen asleep alone, cuddling an old, but well loved, plushie to your chest. Your boyfriend now took it’s place, Mr. Bowtie, the name your 6-year-old self gave the plushie, somewhere across the room.
Jisung always had a one-sided beef with all of your plushies, it seemed; he’d grumble and glare at them whenever you’d hold them in your arms, complaining about how they would eventually replace him. You’d just pinch his cheeks and shower him with kisses, making him forget momentarily about the competitors for your heart.
You both had a habit of taking naps together, wrapped in each other’s embrace, nuzzled together under the piles of blankets, so waking up to him cuddled up to you was no surprise. His friends once teased him and said you were a ‘Jisung magnet’, wherever you were, he was nearby.
Wiggling around in his hold, you tried your best to shift positions to a more comfortable one. The movement being enough to wake your boyfriend up, as he groaned, hiding his face on the crook of your neck.
“You’re not getting up to get that old bear, are you?” He complained, voice laced with sleep. You couldn’t see his face, but you’re sure he was pouting.
“Do not talk about Mr. Bowtie like that.” You softly scolded, running your hands through his hair, nails scratching his scalp.
“You love that bear more than me…” He whined, biting your neck playfully in retaliation, trapping you on his arms so that you could not run away from him.
“J-jisung…!” A high pitched giggle left your lips, hands flailing around as you tried to push his head away. In your struggle to get away from his nibbling, you end up hitting your head on his, making both of you groan in pain.
“It’s all your fault.” You murmured, holding your aching forehead.
“I blame it on the bear.”
“Stop picking on Mr. Bowtie, he can’t defend himself.”
you probably saw me kinda blowing up ur notifs here with likes but i just stumbled upon ur account and i want to say how i enjoy reading your drabbles so much ♡ that i even reached the end of ur blog with ur first post hehe
i love how you write! idk but my heart's so full upon reading them ♡
that's all i wanted to say so i hope you have a great day ahead!
hello!
i’m glad you liked my drabbles, it feels nice knowing that i was able to bring you some happiness with them!
also wowie! you read up until the last one? some are 5 years old if i recall correctly 🫣
and lastly thank you! i hope you also have/had a great day!
You think of yourself as a good liar. Not that you lie a lot, but if needed, you can make it work. But this... How do you lie out of this.
"Someone told me you're into me." Jaemin says, a smirk on his lips. He leans in, shoulder resting on the wall near you. He is close, like really close, enough to hear your heart beat out of your chest, you think.
"Who- Who said that-"
"So it's true?" It is, goddamit, it is, but now you wish it wasn't, his smirk and knowing look is making you feel the need to puch his face to spare you of the embarassment.
"You're putting words in my mouth. I just wanted to know who would spread such a lie." Yes, good, that sounded genuine, right?
"You're red."
Fuck.
"It's hot in here."
"The AC is on." He notes, head tilting to the side, seemingly having fun with your misery.
"What do you want from me?" You ask quietly, looking away, defeated. So much for being a good liar, you can't even control your red cheeks.
"Well, you see... If you liked me back... I was considering taking you on a date, but since you said you don't-" He drags out each sentence, peaking down at you to see your reaction.
"You like me to?!" You whip your head around, way faster than you intended too, embarassment paiting you cheeks an even deeper color of red once you spot his smile. You fell for it.
"Wasn't it a lie that you were into me?" Jaemin is loving this, teasing you endlessly until you give in.
"You're so infuriating!" A frustrated groan leaves your lips as you hide your warm face in your hands, wishing the ground would swallon you whole.
The boy chuckles, approaching you. You feel his presence right in front of you, and your heartbeat quickens. Two hands wrap around yours, gently prying them from your face, in a daze, you look up, eyes meeting his.
One should never judge a book by it's cover, you'd read somewhere on the internet, the saying already overused at this point. And, sure, yeah, you shouldn't see people by what they looked like or wore, but was it hard not to oogle the six foot tall dude apologizing for his tiny brown dog.
"I'm so sorry! The leash is new and it's a little big on her so she ended up breaking free- I apologize." He bowed profusedly, panicked. The fluffy ball of fur seemed to have other plans however, yelping away, it's little tail wagging at your much larger, much scarier doberman.
The fluffy dog had run up to you and your own dog, sucessfully scaring the both of you, making your, again, much larger and scarier dog, bark in surprise, which didn't seem to affect it's brown new found fur friend, the brave little thing it was. But boy, did it scare it's owner. He came running after it, scooping it in his arms and apologizing.
"It's no problem... Loki is very friendly, he just got startled." You explain, trying to calm the panicked male.
After apologizing again, he leaves, gently scolding the excited dog in his arms.
The next day you see him again when you went on a walk with Loki, his exposed arms flexing as he bent down to pick up his dog's poop. Yep, you were no better than those creepy men, staring at a man's bicep like a pervert. You cursed yourself under your breath.
Then a tiny yelp brought you out of your thoughts, making you go throught the same whiplash from the other day; his tiny brown dog, who seemed to now have a frilly pink dress on. How could such a huge man have such a tiny and cute dog?
His dog spots you before he does, happilly barking at your own, pulling on it's leash to run over to where you stood. That grabbed his attention, eyes widening as they find yours.
The boy imediatelly gets up and tries to make his dog stop barking. "Daldal! You can't bark at other dogs! That's rude!"
A giggle left your lips, seemingly catching his attention as well. "Even her name is cute... Are you sure it's your dog?"
He looked stunned for a few seconds, before scratching the back of his neck, a slight blush on his cheeks.
"She's my family's dog so... It wasn't really just up to me...' Looking down at you, he smiled, and it was enough to make your heart beat faster. 'Well, I could in fact ask you the same thing... Your dog doesn't match your vibe at all."
And he was right. Currently wearing a pale blue sundress, you looked equally if not more off-putting near your dog.
"Fair." You concede, nodding at him. Gaze lingerring on his.
Daldal barked once again, breaking your trance and trying to get closer, her little paws scratching the floor as the leash held her back.
"He is very friendly, you can get closer, if you want." You offer, trying to sound as inviting as possible, knowing the usual stigma surrounding dobermans.
With some hesitantion, he did, letting Daldal sniff your dog, who in turn leaned down to inspect the fur ball, his flappy ears pearking up. You smiled fondly at the scene, happy your dog got to hang out with another one of his kind.
"I'm Sungchan, by the way." The boy, blurted out, surprising even himself, he seemed nervous to talk to you. And that made you realize that you were wrong: he definitelly matched his dog, just as cute.
"Nice to meet you, Sungchan. I'm Y/N."
It seems you found a play date for Loki, and maybe a date for yourself?
Sometimes you wondered if your boyfriend thought of himself as an extension of you. Going grocery shopping? You both can go together, he needed something from the store either way! Watching a movie? How could you possibly watch it without him?! Got up for a cup of water? He's there, drapped around you like a huge koala.
You don't really mind, most of the times, thinking it was cute that he'd want to spend his time with you. Still, you asked yourself if he was even aware of his... clinginess.
"I'm going to take a shower." You announced, tossing your phone to the side as you got up from the couch, streching your arms above your head. You and Donghyuck had settled on your couch for a movie marathon, one that lasted only until the second movie because he was just too 'bored' and decided that it was the perfect time to makeout. You guessed it was his plan since the beginning.
"Oh sure." Donghyuck got up with you, staring at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to head to the bathroom.
Ah, there it was.
"I said, I'm going to take a shower." You repeat yourself, putting emphasis on the 'I'm'.
"I heard you the first time. Let's go." He gave you a confused laugh, like yeah? What are you waiting for?
"Just me, Hyuck..." An incredulous chuckle left your lips. He looked dead serious.
"... And what are you doing there alone?" Ok, yeah, nevermind, he's playing dumb.
"Taking a shower...?"
"Without me?' A look of hurt flashes on his features, but you know better, he's just being dramatic. With a hand over his chest and a huge sigh he plops back on the couch, laying back on it. 'You don't love me anymore."
How old was he again? Ah yes, 23.
Rolling your eyes, amused at his antics, you let out a sigh of your own. "Fine, drama queen, get your ass up and let's shower."
You don't wait for him to answer and turn around, walking to the bathroom, not like you needed to, since you could hear his little giggles and the sound of him scurrying his way to you.
“You are staring.” Barista!Jaemin whispered in your ear, making you jump and spill the hot coffee on yourself. Swearing under your breath you quickly move to the sink, running some cold water on your hand to, hopefully, avoid getting a serious burn.
The boy snickers behind you, trying to apologize and offering to help, but you know it’s not really genuine, Jaemin is just trying to mess with you, as if annoying the hell out of you was the best part of his day.
“I understand you are the owner’s son and you’re not really obliged to work, but at least try to uphold your parent’s café reputation.” You whisper-yells at him, glaring into his soul, hoping that for once, looks could actually kill.
“Oh I am. I’m making sure that our employees are not slacking off, you know, staring at our costumers with heart eyes…” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. Shit, he knows.
“I wasn’t staring AT the costumers, my gaze just happened to be there.” You defend yourself, too prideful to admit that you were, in fact, staring.
You were trying to convince yourself too, because really, you shouldn’t. Not at Mark of all people. Not at the guy that was currently there waiting for your pretty coworker to arrive.
“Bullshit.’ He deadpans. It was infuriating how he always seemed to look past your excuses. ‘Maybe we should ask Hina and see what she thin-”
A hand flies over Jaemin’s mouth, your panicked eyes meeting his.
“Do. Not.’ A warning. Too bad Jaemin loved the bickering so, of course, he had to poke his tongue out, slightly licking your hand. Pulling away, you shoot him disgusted look. ‘You!”
An awkward cough startled you two out of your argument, Mark standing near the cashier, shy smile and a gentle voice to accompany.
“Sorry to interrupt… But, could you give this to Hina when she comes by? Something came up and I need to leave.” He has a small paper bag on his hands, what you could assume was some kind of jewelry based on the logo. Your heart drops. Right, Hina.
Before you can answer though, Jaemin is quick to talk, swiveling past you and putting on his best customer service smile.
“I’m sorry, we are not allowed to accept gifts from customers.’ It’s a lie. ‘The owners are very strict about it.” Another lie, Jaemin’s parents were sweethearts.
The older boy’s eyes widen, a blush dusting the tips of his ears. “Oh…! Sorry, I didn’t know about that…” He scratched the back of his head, excusing himself and leaving shortly after, a dejected look on his eyes.
It’s silent after that, Jaemin taking the order of the next customer in line and you busy yourself with tidying up the counter.
“What do you even see on him?” The boy beside you asks, once he took all of the costumers orders, putting a hand on your shoulder and moving you aside so he could help with the beverages.
“For starters he is the opposite of you.” You grumble and he lets out a dramatic gasp.
“So you’re telling me I’m not your type?”
You pause, looking at him, syrup bottle midway in the air. Honestly, what went on inside of his head sometimes? You? Liking him? That’s the first thing be asks?
“No?” You give him a side eye.
“Damn… Too bad, you’re exactly my type.”
“…”
“…”
“What?”
Jaemin winked at you, finishing up the beverage he was doing and taking the one you were doing, calling the names on the cups. He acted as if he didn’t just drop this bomb on you.
“Jaemin, what-”
“The customers are waiting, come on, finish their orders first.” He singsongs, not looking in your direction, hands busy cutting a cake slice.
Hesitantly, you turn away, almost dazed as you work on the next order in line. Maybe if you looked a bit closer you might’ve seen the red dusting his cheeks, the back of his neck and tip of his ears. He slipped up.
this place has seen better days, huh? i sometimes get some notifications from my older posts and i'm always in awe at the fact that 4/5 years later people still come here!
since my dedication with this blog was... 0, these past few years, i don't expect this post to reach a lot of people, but i still thought i'd do it, both for me and for the older followers (hello! ya'll still remember why you followed me? lmao).
basically, i tydied up the blog a bit; i privated a lot of stuff, ranging from drabbles i didn't like to most if not all of my interactions with the anons. i wanted to "clean up" the blog in preparation for my (still thinking on it) "return". those interactions are still very very dear to me, but i ended up choosing to private them, i hope you guys understand.
the other thing is; even if i do come back, my posting schedule will be all over the place, just like the old times. i do intend on making bigger posts, SMAUs and possibly continue some series (finally write those ideas i had long ago), but for now, i'll stick with the "hours" (?), some tiny drabbles here and there with things i notice on my day to day.
finally, i'd like to say that i'll mostly stick to nct dream and add riize to the mix! quite honestly, writing for them comes more naturally, mostly because the age range is closer to mine.
thank you for sticking by, and if this post did get to you, thank you for reading.
the way that mark fic kept getting my hopes up and then BAM it was all for the coworker 🫵😔
oh! forgive me! lmao
i don’t know how i got to it either tho 🤔 i feel like i’m better at writing angst rather than fluff
it was meant to be a nice ending at first, something about them getting close and naturally falling in love, slow burn yk? but the opportunity to make it angst was there and oh so tempting!
if i get any good ideas for fluff i shall try to write it, so we can have a bit of balance!
[01:45 pm] Romance movies lied to you, is what you thought. Or rather they didn’t completely lie, just let out some things.
A chime of a bell is what signals you he has arrived. It’s almost routine now: you greet him from your place in the counter, he gives you a shy smile, a bow of a head and he’s off to find an empty table in the café.
He comes back not long after, setting his backpack on the counter and awkwardly laughing as he tries his best to fish out his wallet to pay for his coffee and bagel. An iced latte with an extra 3 pumps of mocha. You know it by heart.
You ask for his name, out of politeness, even though you already know. You figured it would make him uncomfortable if he realized you already memorized his name, so you follow the café’s protocol as usual.
“Oh! It’s Mark.” He says with a smile. You smile back, following the costumer service protocol, you repeat to yourself.
Then he goes back to the table of his choosing, the usual one, second to last, near the back and where the light is better, you overheard him tell a friend of his once.
It’s almost bittersweet, knowing how to this boy you’ll only ever be the café bartender, the one who gives him his drink when he comes by twice a week.
You don’t know how your silly crush started, was it that shy smile he gave you whenever he greeted you back? Was it the look of concentration he had when he was studying for hours? Maybe it was the kindness he showed an old lady once when she couldn’t count her change properly and he helped her?
Or was it when he offered to help you clean when it was almost time to close the shop? When he lost track of time and with wide eyes apologized over and over again for staying for too long and possibly bothering you. You tried to refuse, of course, it was your job after all, but he insisted and you caved in, it was a pretty exhausting day for you.
You had hope at some point that maybe, and just maybe, the feeling was reciprocated, why else would he visit this coffee shop? It did have some nice pastries, but it was more expensive than others in the area, with him being an student you figured he’d choose the cheapest option. But you came to find out that wasn’t it.
The second chime gave you the answer you were looking for. Ah, of course.
Your coworker walks in, the true meaning of ethereal. She’s kind, pretty and has the most beautiful smile. Mark also thought so.
It just seemed like a coincidence at first, he always came around the time she would arrive for her shift, but you noticed it wasn’t the case. Mark would always look up, blush and pretend to go back to his work, stealing glances every now and then. He did come to see her.
It hurt at first, seeing your crush pin over someone else, but what did you expect? Romance movies lied to you, the cute boy in the coffee shop won’t ever look at you, it doesn’t make sense to go back to the same place just because you liked a worker there.
Or maybe they didn’t actually lie, it was happening right in front of you after all, Mark coming up to your coworker, the same shy smile and a piece of paper, his number on it. She smiled back with a giggle and accepted it with the promise of a date.
Romance movies weren’t lying, it did happen, you just realized that maybe you where never meant to be the main character in them.
[03:35 am] Everything is quiet. The streets are empty, the stores are closed and the world is asleep, and to be honest, so should you. But it's a habit at this point, staying awake till ungodly hours in the night, just you, the faint sounds of the ceiling fan and the occasional creek of a door.
It's a wonderful and yet, heart-clenching moment. To be alone with your thoughts, to lay down and just do nothing but think. Think of what the day was, what it could have been and how tomorrow will be. Maybe it's what people call insomnia? Anxiety, even.
And as these numerous thoughts run wild inside your head, clouding any sleepy judgment, he is there to ground you.
An arm wrapping around your waist, gentle breaths against the nape of your neck, and, if you're lucky, a feathery kiss, to remind you, that he's there.
"Don't get lost in there, my love." A breathy whisper, barely there, but audible in the silent night. A raspy voice, still immersed in drowsiness, but so full of love.
It's so simple, but it works effortlessly every time. It's like he just knows when you're there laying awake, unable to succumb into sleep. And just like that, it ceases. The thoughts slow down along with your breathing and suddenly comfort washes over you. You're at home, he's your home.
And with a final kiss on your shoulder and a goodnight, you're sent into dreamland, safely wrapped up in his arms.
[09:34 pm] You sighed for the twelfth time, hands moving to rub your face before tangling themselves on your hair. "I think I might go insane. Just whose idea was it to play '7 minutes in heaven'?!"
"Awn. Come on sweetheart, it's not that bad, is it?' Demigod!Ten coos at you, arms crossed while he leaned on the wall behind him. Even in the dark he seemed absolute gorgeous. 'A lot of girls, and guys alike, would kill to be on your place."
A smirk played on his lips as he purred every word. Something about that gesture seemed to bewitch you, pulling you to him. You hated it.
The boy chuckled in amusement at your silence, head lulling to the side. You followed his movements like he was a predator about to pounce on you, and maybe, just maybe, you actually wanted him to, but your pride... Oh, your pride. It wouldn't let you admit it.
"Hey, don't worry! I'm not gonna do anything with you! You can relax, you know?"
...And there it was, the most insufferable move; his hands running through his hair, the light colored strands of hair going everywhere, and still, it looked so hot. Oh, how you hated it-
But then he stopped.
"Unless you want to...?"
.
.
.
"Right now, I'm not sure if I want to punch you or kiss you." You blurted out.
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