authors note : i know i said AB angst was gonna be out next but i re-read it and didn’t really like it so im going to hopefully re-write it xx
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in which: you appear in a bach and arthur podcast, but arthur is anything but normal around you.
arthur knows he’s embarrassing himself.
he knows it the second he agrees to film with you for the first time and suddenly forgets how words work.
literally.
you’re sitting opposite him in the little studio setup, smiling while adjusting your headphones, and arthur’s staring at you like he’s buffering in real time.
isaac is opposite them on the sofa.
“arthur,” he says slowly, “you were meant to introduce the video about thirty seconds ago.”
arthur blinks. “right. yeah. sorry.”
you grin. “nervous?”
“no.”
far too quick.
you raise an eyebrow.
arthur immediately gets flustered. “i mean—not nervous, just—warm in here, innit?”
isaac snorts.
because the thing is, arthur’s usually good at this. he’s funny naturally. dry comments, sarcastic little one-liners, confident in that awkward way that somehow works.
but around you?
he’s a disaster.
you laugh at one thing he says and suddenly he’s trying ten times harder to make you laugh again.
you lean closer to show him something on your phone and he completely loses track of what he was talking about.
halfway through filming, he accidentally calls himself “your personal assistant” because he keeps grabbing things for you without thinking.
and isaac notices everything.
“bro,” isaac says at one point, “you’re acting like she’s laced your drink.”
arthur goes bright red instantly. “shut up.”
you’re trying not to laugh into your sleeve.
“wait,” you say innocently, “does he not usually refill people’s water bottles for them?”
“absolutely not,” isaac says immediately.
“traitor,” arthur mutters.
but it gets worse once filming ends.
because then there’s no camera.
no excuse.
just you sitting beside him on the sofa while isaac edits clips nearby, your legs tucked under you as you steal crisps from arthur’s bowl like you’ve known him forever.
and arthur genuinely thinks you might kill him.
“you alright there?” you ask softly after noticing him staring again.
he nearly chokes on his drink.
“yeah. fine.”
you smile slightly.
“you’ve gone weird.”
“i am not weird.”
“arthur,” isaac cuts in without looking up from the laptop, “you asked her if she was cold four times in twenty minutes.”
arthur throws a cushion at his head.
you burst out laughing.
and there it is again.
that stupid feeling.
like every clever thing he’s ever thought has vanished because you’re smiling at him.
you catch him looking and tilt your head. “what?”
arthur shakes his head instantly, trying to hide his grin behind his drink.
"I've been me my whole life, and I've had these powers for six months. I read books, I build computers, and I would love to play football, but I couldn't then so I shouldn't be able to now."
Pairing : idol ni-ki x girlfriend reader
Genre : fluff, smut, riding, unprotected sex (don’t)
Synopsis : Despite their busy schedules, Ni-ki and Y/N always made sure to attend each other's concerts or matches. Ni-ki is forced to take his members to one of his girlfriend's volleyball training, as she's attracting a little too much attention from his hyungs, and he's ready to show them who she really belongs to.
The members of Enhypen knew that Ni-ki had become an adult. And they also knew that he had had a girlfriend for almost a year but had never met her. The only things they knew about her were that she was his age and her name was Y/N. Otherwise, she was a ghost.
Ni-ki had finally announced that Y/N would come by right after their practice, and this would be their chance to meet her. The maknae had begged them to act normal and not embarrass him in front of his girlfriend, Jake assured him he didn't need them for that.
The idols' practice came to an end, and Ni-ki kept glancing at the door as if God himself would appear. His leg tapped impatiently while the members around him began gathering their things. Distracted by Sunoo and Sunghoon fighting, he didn't see Yuki go to greet the newcomer entering the studio.
"Ni-ki, you have a visitor !" He turned to find his girlfriend walking toward him and reached her in three long strides, lifting her in his arms. With her face buried in Ni-ki's chest, the members couldn't see her face. But they could already appreciate her silhouette.
And God... where did Ni-ki find a girl like that ? She was in a sports uniform, a black jersey with her name printed on the back, and ridiculously short sports shorts as brief as their days off. She must certainly play an energetic sport, given the knee pads on her knees.
Jungwon elbowed Heeseung, finding his gaze much lower than intended, and the oldest closed his mouth, which had been wide open. Ni-ki wrapped an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders to lead her to his group, and damn, why did she have to be as pretty from the front as from the back ?
"Hyungs, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. Baby, you already know them."
"Hey, Ni-ki's told me a lot about you." She smiled and gave them a little wave. "Unfortunately, not all good things."
"That was supposed to stay between us," Ni-ki joked in her ear. She pinched his side, smiling.
"Y/N-nie, it's a pleasure to meet you !" Sunoo exclaimed, shaking her hand in his. "Ni-ki's told us a lot about you too. We would have liked to meet you sooner !"
"Yeah, but our schedules never aligned with Ni-ki's, so it didn't happen until today."
"What do you do ?" Sunghoon asked.
"I'm a professional volleyball player."
"Oh, that explains the body..." Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, and Sunghoon straightened up, clearing his throat with reddening cheeks. "I mean, you have an athlete's body."
Y/N nodded with a smile while her boyfriend eyed his hyungs, some of whom seemed quite observant of his girlfriend. "Alright, we're going to go," he declared, eager to be alone with her.
"It was a pleasure meeting you ! You should come to my games someday."
"Baby, why are you inviting them ?" Ni-ki complained.
"Because I'm polite ? And because you always come to watch me play, so you might as well bring your members."
"What's wrong, Ni-ki ? Want to keep your girlfriend all to yourself ?" Jay taunted. The look he gave said it all.
His girlfriend pulled him toward the door after waving goodbye to the idols, Ni-ki wrapping an arm around her waist with his hand much lower than necessary. The door closed behind them, and the boys exchanged silent looks.
"Am I the only one who thinks he has a hot girlfriend ?" Jake said.
"Ugh, hyung !" Sunoo exclaimed, wrinkling his nose. His friend raised his hands in innocence.
Ni-ki was forced to answer many questions about his girlfriend. He thought his hyungs were just curious about his girlfriend, whom they had only been able to see once, but it was much more than that.
After a practice, Ni-ki had promised Y/N he'd pick her up so she could spend the evening with him, as they hadn't seen each other in almost two weeks. The idols left the agency in their van, with the driver heading toward the sports quarters where his girlfriend's team was based.
The sounds of balls hitting the floor could be heard from outside the gymnasium as they entered through the open doors. It was hot inside, evidence of the intense training the players were engaged in.
Two volleyball courts were set up across the gymnasium, the girls moved around, passing the ball and improving their game. Ni-ki searched for his girlfriend with his eyes, frowning when he didn't see her.
However, Y/N came through the doors leading to the locker rooms and returned to the gymnasium, tossing her team jacket onto the bench, remaining in just a tank top and tight sports shorts. "Alright, I'm back ! We can resume !"
"Took you long enough !" her best friend taunted. "Were you taking a dump ?" Y/N rolled her eyes as their teammates laughed.
"Shut up and get into position ! There's seven minutes left in the match !"
"Six if we subtract your minute in the bathroom," a girl called out.
The young women's coach spotted the idols and gestured for them to sit on the benches until the end of practice, having recognized the maknae from the captain's description.
They sat on the benches, watching the match unfold before their eyes. Y/N was positioned behind the line, ball in hand as she prepared to serve. The coach whistled, and Y/N took a running start, tossing the ball in the air before running. She jumped, struck the ball with the flat of her hand, and it flew to the other side of the net, hitting the ground right in front of the opposing team's line, between the right-side hitter and the middle blocker.
None of them had time to move to block the ball, Y/N wore a proud smirk as she grabbed a second ball. "Y/N ! I've told you to ease up on your serves in practice ! Save your cannonballs for official matches !"
"Sorry, coach." But she wasn't really. Ni-ki chuckled, recognizing his strong-willed girlfriend. Y/N served again, with less force, and the ball was recovered by a member of the opposing team.
The match lasted the remaining seven minutes before the coach signaled the end of the allotted time. Y/N's team had won, and her best friend jumped on her, laughing. "What a great end to practice ! We won't have to wash the stinky jerseys !" Y/N chuckled as her friend looked over her shoulder, spotting the idols. "I think someone came to see his girl."
Y/N followed her gaze and saw Ni-ki waving at her. A smile stretched her lips as she separated from her friend and trotted toward her boyfriend, Ni-ki stood up to meet her. He wrapped his arms around her neck, lifting her off the ground while she clung to his nape, giggling, pressing her lips to his.
"I'm all sweaty," she breathed against his mouth.
"Don't care. You're so sexy like that..." Y/N smiled and stole another kiss, which he happily returned, never able to tire of the feel of her soft lips.
"Y/N ! Stop kissing your boyfriend and go change !" her coach ordered from across the gymnasium. "Do that in private !"
The young woman pulled away from Ni-ki, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck. "Wait for me outside ? I'll take a quick shower and be right out."
"Take your time, pretty." Y/N smiled and turned, walking away as Ni-ki's eyes drifted to her ass molded in her shorts, trapping his lower lip between his teeth.
"Eyes up, Nishimura," his girlfriend called without turning around. He rolled his eyes, though a smirk stretched his lips, and shoved his hands in his pockets, turning away.
The idols went to wait outside, waiting for Y/N to wash off all that unpleasant sweat from her hour of training. Some of the girls, including Y/N, emerged from the gymnasium, saying goodbye for the evening.
Y/N and her best friend walked across the parking lot to her convertible and sat in the front. The group turned around at the sound of the car rolling toward them, loud music blasting from the speakers.
The young woman stopped her car in front of them, looking at Ni-ki over her sunglasses, blowing a bubble with her gum before smiling. "Come on, baby boy, get in. Let mommy drive you home."
Her boyfriend stared at her with wide eyes, cheeks warm and the tops of his ears red while his members laughed quietly. He pinched the bridge of his nose, praying this embarrassment would disappear quickly, before climbing over the car with his long legs to get into the back seat.
"Can I come ?" Jake asked, raising his hand. "You seem much more fun than these guys !"
"Yeah !" Y/N's friend enthused. He smiled and climbed into the car next to Ni-ki, who only wished to bury himself alive.
Y/N pulled away, the idols' van followed closely, and even with the windows slightly open, they could hear the music from the vehicle ahead. They stopped at a red light, the two cars side by side.
The two girls were having a full karaoke session, in rhythm with the music pulsing through the radio from the young woman's playlist. "Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight, won't somebody help me chase the shadows away ?"
Jake was dying of laughter, filming the two girls in front of him while turning his phone toward Ni-ki, who was covering one ear with his hand and hiding his face with the other. He was definitely posting this on Weverse, especially since fans already knew about their relationship.
The light turned green, and Y/N pulled away, passing the van on her left. She dropped her friend off at her place before heading to the idols' dorm. Ni-ki had taken the front seat, hoping to change the music, but his girlfriend slapped his hand away every time he tried.
And it wasn't because her best friend was gone that Y/N would stop singing. "Don't tell me what to do !" she sang, reaching toward Ni-ki to grab his shirt and shake him. "And don't tell me what to say ! Please, when I go out with you, don't put me on display ! You don't own me !"
Ni-ki shot a desperate look at Jake over his shoulder, his hyung only laughed, sending the video to their friends. They finally parked in front of the dorm, and Y/N turned off her music. She rolled her eyes, seeing Ni-ki get out of the car as if he'd just lived the worst experience of his life.
"You okay, Ni-ki ?" Sunghoon teased.
"Don't talk to me." Y/N chuckled, linking her arm with his. They went up to the dorm Ni-ki pulled his girlfriend with him toward his room.
"Ni-ki, the pizzas are coming soon, so don't take too long !" Jay informed him. The maknae waved in acknowledgment before closing the door behind him.
He immediately pinned Y/N against the door, pressing his body against hers. His large palms encircled her hips, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling. "Hi."
"Hi. You're a..."
"A what ?"
"A vicious girl." She chuckled, sliding her fingers into the hair covering his nape, which had grown quite long in recent months. "Seriously, teasing me in front of my hyungs, do you know how long I'm going to hear about this ? "
She smiled, bringing her head close to his to brush her lips against his, her warm breath bouncing off his mouth. "But... you like it. You call me that sometimes, hum ?"
Ni-ki growled, taking possession of her lips in a hungry kiss. He pressed his body even closer to hers, as if wanting to merge into her, and one of his hands slid from her waist to her thigh, caressing her bare skin to slide under her skirt.
His fingers make contact with her warm wetness and he growls against her mouth. "Fuck… no panties ? Baby, you're playing with fire."
"Maybe I just want to get a little burned." Ni-ki kisses her again, unable to wait, and lifts her by the thighs, backing into his room to collapse onto the sofa, placing Y/N on his lap.
She straddles him, her knees sinking into the sofa on either side of his thighs. Her breasts press against his chest and she can feel the heat radiating from him through his sweater. She unzips it, tossing the sweatshirt to the floor and letting her fingers trace the outline of his biceps.
Ni-ki nibbles at her lower lip, taking advantage of her gasp to slip his tongue into her mouth, making her moan through the kiss. His palms grip her hips and pull her against him, against his crotch. He groans as she undulates her hips against his pelvis, making direct contact with the bulge distorting his sweatpants.
His fingers play with the hem of her t-shirt, brushing against her warm skin, and Y/N pulls it over her head, letting Ni-ki admire her breasts pressed against her red lace bra. "So beautiful, baby. But we don't have much time."
He pulls his sweatpants down to mid-thigh, catching his boxers with them, and his girlfriend closes her hand around him to tease him. Ni-ki gives her a warning look and she smirks at him before sliding down on top of him, her warmth enveloping him like a warm dream.
Ni-ki knew the door wasn't locked and that his members could enter at any moment, but that only intensified the pleasure in his lower belly. He helped her move up and down on top of him, his eyes fixed on where he disappeared inside her.
Y/N clawed at his shoulders, biting her lip to stifle her moans, but it was no use. She just wanted to come before someone else could enter the room. Ni-ki's fingers dug into her hips, and she knew it would leave marks later.
Out of the corner of his eye, the young man saw the door open and a figure suddenly stopped. Judging by the hair, it was Heeseung. Ni-ki smirked, taking advantage of Y/N not noticing, to lift his hips in time with hers, meeting hers and letting out more moans. "So good, baby," he praised, his nose tracing her jawline. "You're gonna come ?" She nodded, not trusting her voice. "Yeah ? And you're going to be able to stay quiet ? You wouldn't want the hyungs to hear you, would you ? Or maybe they should, I saw the way they were looking at you. But you're mine, right ?"
"Yours !" she moaned, her nails forming small pink crescents on his shoulders. "Only yours, Ki’ !"
"Maybe I should let them watch ?" She clenched around him with a moan and he chuckled. "I knew you liked that. Maybe I should even let them taste you, right baby ?" The door slammed shut behind Heeseung, who had seen and heard enough.
Breathless, his cheeks flushed, and his heart pounding in his ears, Heeseung rushed down the stairs, not bothering to take the elevator down to the first dorm. He had been sent to fetch the couple when the pizzas arrived, and the members looked up when he returned alone.
"Where are Ni-ki and Y/N ?" Jungwon asked. "They weren't that exhausted to fall asleep so early, were they ?" Oh no, they weren't exhausted… Heeseung cleared his throat, trying to compose himself.
"They're busy, so they'll join us later." He sat down at the table, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.
"It'll get cold. They could have finished what they were doing later," Jay commented.
"No, they were busy," Heeseung insisted. He hid his embarrassment by taking a sip of water, the others exchanging amused glances before moving on.
Ni-ki placed a kiss on Y/N's forehead as they caught their breath from the intense orgasm, removing his tank top to thoroughly clean his girlfriend, then gently releasing her. He pulled up his boxers and sweatpants, grabbing his sweatshirt to put it on, then handed Y/N her top.
"I love you," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I love you too," she smiled, placing a tender kiss on his lips.
They went downstairs after freshening up, and Y/N had no idea why the idols were smiling like that, but Ni-ki had warned her that they could be a bit strange sometimes. Ni-ki sat down opposite Heeseung, who didn't dare meet their eyes, and smiled. "How are you, hyung ? Are you having a good evening ?"
Heeseung's cheeks turned as red as his hair under the maknae's grin, Y/N giving them a curious look but then changing the subject while Ni-ki keeps smiling.
I read this and this and saw this too and wanted to add to this notion. enjoy x
cw: fem!reader, smut, established relationship, body worship (booty focused if you didn't click the links), unprotected sex, reader is explicitly non-korean (but nothing else specified), reader is def curvy but i tried to keep it as ambiguous as possible, seob is fetishizing reader a bit if you will, like two sentences playing with somnophilia, mentions of consensual free use, descriptions of rough sex
Jongseob is a bit of a late bloomer. Life just happened to be too busy to develop interest in women, then he kinda didn't care enough to risk jeopardizing his dreams, and now he's twenty. Yes, it was a bit frustrating seeing his older members waltz in with their girlfriend from time to time or, occasionally during slow months, with a one-night-stand. But he didn't really run into any temptation during his teens, and he never met someone that interested him enough to come out of his comfort zone like that. His hand didn't bore him yet, either. He thought he didn't really need to get out and meet women, especially not just for the sake of it.
But he still felt something was missing. Something was missing from this painstakingly gaping hole that is just... annoyingly empty. And he can't tell what it was. He is proud of his achievements, glad about the life he gets to live, and nothing but optimistic about the future. But he can not seem to scratch this itch.
Until you came into his life.
Meeting you felt natural, easy, deliberate. The two of you clicked instantly. You understood his mischievous humour, seemed to enjoy his teasing (even if you pretended not to), and were enthusiastic about his hobbies and interests. He was curious about your culture, effortlessly handles your temper and found all your tiny habits endearing. Despite the language barrier, his English not yet flowing instinctively and your Korean obviously nowhere near a native level, you pretty quickly became a couple. A timid, slow-paced one, but still crazy in love.
It took a while until he gathered the courage to test the waters. He wasn't sure what pace things usually moved at with the guys from your home country, and the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable or feel used.
But god was it hard. He feels like a trapped animal, gnawing at the bars of his enclosure, wanting nothing more than to get into your pants. Those tight, low rise jeans, that hugged the curve of your ass deliciously, to be specific. He's salivating, just thinking about the time you bent over in them in front of him. His sexy girl on all fours, rummaging through a random cabinet in your living room, looking like dinner's served. You're hypnotizing, to say the least. Your bubbly personality, this cute accent on top of these adorable grammatical errors, your pretty, striking face and this luscious body. He came buckets at the thought of you in a thong, rolling your hips over his lap as you put on a private performance, just for him.
One day, you and him alone in the dimly lit studio, he couldn't take it any more. He promised to take you out to a few drinks in the bar across the street, but he lost track of time while working. You were kind enough to understand and decided to come by until he wraps everything up. It was a surprisingly warm spring evening, so you decided to wear your short summer dress. He could see your thick thighs spread out as you took a seat on his lap, your soft ass pressing against his semi-hard on. He tried continuing, really, but the moment you turned around with your big, questioning eyes, very clearly aware of his raging boner against your backside, he was done for.
Your kindness found no limit, as you fall to your knees and swallow his hot cum with a shy smile.
From then on Jongseob felt more confident, no longer trying to hide his sexual attraction towards you in fear of startling you. When you kiss late at night, he'd run his lips and tongue down your neck, nipping at the thin skin around your collar bone. Sitting next to him, no matter if by yourself or with others around, he'd wrap his arm around your waist, holding onto the plush of your hip. If he felt bold, he'd place his hand on your thigh, squeezing it occasionally. Rather than expressing his affection with gentle teasing, he’d begin flirting with you more openly, testing out a bunch of pet names to see what sticks. He would playfully smack your butt when you were being silly, trailing his hand down the small of your back when you excitedly tell a story.
With every day that passes, Jongseob wants more of your soft, feminine curves.
He likes to believe you're also craving more, possibly giving him hints, as your nightgowns just get shorter and shorter. You seem to, as you wrap your arms around his neck and affectionately press his head between your tits, faintly snoring. He feels your bare, squishy thighs over his slim waist, being painfully aware of your heat pressing against his belly. He takes one last, deep, breath, deciding to just explore this hunch.
Searching for your nipple with his teeth, he grabs your ass with both hands to experimentally knead the supple skin. You whimper, tightening the grip around his head, rubbing your chest over his face clumsily. He can't help but groan in response, as you begin grinding your lower body against his thin torso. One of his hands trails lower, fingers sneaking under the hem of your tight shorts, just to pull it up to expose one cheek. He's in heaven, holding your warm body so close, all over him, being able to fondle you wherever he desires. And the whine leaving your throat, as he spanks your butt with a firm smack...
Just a few moments later, he has you obediently on your hands and knees, gliding his erect cock up your folds, greedily covering it in your slick. He didn't bother stripping you off your cute panty, opting to just shove it to the side, admiring how they're indenting your ass. He holds onto the curve of your hip, digging his nails into its fat as he finally stretches your hole. His head spins, hearing you cutely ramble literal nonsense in, presumably, Korean as he starts to pound into your pussy, cries muffled by your pillow. The nasty sound of your plush skin, both butt and thighs, slapping against his only adding fuel to the fire that rapidly expands in his lower body, unable to keep his airy, desperate moans to himself. His thrusts picking up in speed, you lower your own upper body, arching, sexily showing off your waist to hip ratio. He quickly pulls out to burst over your ass with a whine, throwing his head back.
All of this, this entire sensation, has him hooked. Hearing, seeing and feeling your two fat mounds smack and smack and smack against his pelvis is driving him up the wall. He is not normal about you any longer.
As often as you allow, he has you bent over something, snapping his hips into you relentlessly. The armrest of the dorm coach, the kitchen table, his pc set up, the edge of the bathtub. It doesn't matter when, where, how. As long as your butt ripples against him, his fingers piercing into the skin of your hips, balls emptying themselves inside you, he's happy. Better yet, if your clit aggressively rubs against said prop with each thrust, your leg in the air as he lifts it up by your thigh, cumming simultaneously, creating a wet mess on whatever surface he has you on.
If someone asked him about this distressing shadow looming over him a few months ago, he wouldn't have been able to answer what it was about. He could have never known that it only took a thick, eager foreign beauty to stuff full to the brim with his seed to finally satisfy him.
DO NOT BOYCOTT ENHYPEN unless you want Belift to impose worse renewal conditions on the members. In other words, boycotting Enhypen just 8 months before their contract renewals will only affect the members and doesn't guarantee Belift will take action to bring Heeseung back into the group.
“we overwork our artists, and instead of trying to be humans for once, and try to adjust the schedule and respect their desires, we will cut any individual who can be a threat to our money seeking and we will continue to overwork the team”
that’s what belift lab said, if anyone still didn’t understand
and again, if you insist on having a neutral state on it or be like “whatever” don’t ever tell me you cared for this group or the members. you are no better than belift lab and see them as machines
if i see one more person complaining about the fanchant for enhypen wasn’t loud enough in aus because y’all wanted them to scream heeseungs name I’m gonna lose it 😭 fan chants simply aren’t rlly a thing in aus… i rarely hear them at concerts and if there is it’ll be a small amount of people hence why it wasn’t “loud”. aussies have NEVER seen enhypen live just let us enjoy seeing them even if not everyone is there, yes it sucks and we would’ve loved to see heeseung here but turning it into a protest is so weird 😬 y’all can do the fanchant thing in america when they perform there in probably a month since they’re always there but let us just enjoy the one moment we’ll have without saying we were disappointing and not showing appreciation like ???? were you there?
ALSO the people doing the fanchant were probably saesangs who love flying here for concerts bc it’s close. if a group has an Aussie member u bet they’re bringing all their saesangs here to see them perform in their “home country”
please i beg you with the love of God, ENGENES who will be attending enhypen’s stage in melbourne PLEASE DO NOT MAKE A BLACK OCEAN.
i don’t know who’s idea was that, and who the hell thought it’d be a great idea, IT’S NOT and if you do, you are NOT helping the members (incl. Hee) !!
please, think about how this is their first stage in AUS, first time jake bringing his members to his home and perform, this will traumatize them. please think about the remaining’s 6 mental well-being too.
instead, do alternatives, e.g. chanting “enhypen is 7” or keeping hee’s name in fanchants. let’s NOT make this an even more terrible experience for the boys when they already don’t have their hyung with them.
and those online? KEEP FIGHTING. DON’T GIVE UP. KEEP SPREADING THE WORD THAT ENHYPEN IS SEVEN. DON’T REWRITE THE FATE OF OUR SEVEN.
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