white night.

NOH JOWOON. 22. junior. animation major. webtoon author. campus cryptid.

[sgnjoowon]

HYUNJOO​:

ignoring his questions, she makes a show of scrolling through the pages so she can make sure he sees before moving on to her email app, and at this point she’s so far along into this prank that she can hardly contain the laughter that’s bubbling out of her, and she’s so bad at holding it in that she’s almost given up entirely. “i think i emailed it to myself…” sitting in her outbox is a draft of an email that she had written, addressed to none other than wonchul, with a simple “hi this is hyunjoo, joowon’s friend, can we date?” written in it with perfect punctuation. hyunjoo fakes a gasp as she quickly closes it, looking over at joowon with an apologetic smile, even if she’s not sure about how convincing it is at this point. “i am so sorry, you weren’t supposed to see all of that!”

joowon resents several things at any given point in the day. resentment in general is an old friend, and attempting to puzzle out what’s gotten under his skin this time around is a lost cause. though in this case, he’ll say it loud and clear: he resents the implication that he’s somehow frightening to other people, when joowon likes to think of himself as a nice and level-headed kind of guy. well, he supposes there are a few exceptions to the rule. he’ll admit he consciously tries to be a menace around hyunjoo’s suitors sometimes, but that’s because they fuckin’ suck. that’s all on them, not him. still, despite his irritation, the scowl on his face is something fierce enough to be considered scary even by the stout of heart.

“good thing i won’t have to,” he says, reclining back on his bed. “don’t you think we’d eat each other alive if we got married? besides.” he runs a hand through his unruly hair, sneaking a teasing grin over in hyunjoo’s direction. “i’m sure there’s some dude smart and ballsy enough to lock you down tucked away somewhere on campus.” joowon isn’t biased—his brutal honesty is one of his better (and worse) traits. he calls things like he sees them, and in this case, he can confidently say that hyunjoo is awesome and she won’t be single for long—if she even is now.

he just expects to see her with like, a nice dude. or a cool dude. someone going places, you know? not his shithead of a brother, who is definitely way too old and disgusting for her. also, engaged. joowon sincerely hopes his eyes aren’t working properly or that he hallucinated wonchul’s stupid face thanks to that oyster he had earlier in the day, but if possible, things get worse. his mouth falls open. “hyunjoo!” this has to be a joke… a sick, sick joke. but the sheer volume of windows hyunjoo has open makes him kind of sick. all joowoon can do is gape and search for an appropriate response, but the only thing that comes to mind is, “are you out of your goddamn mind?”

as if that isn’t bad enough, there’s the email, with wonchul’s legit email address typed into the recipient bar, and the very politely worded request that makes him want to kick something. possibly kick wonchul. it’s not just that he thinks this isn’t a disaster or that his brother isn’t worthy of this interest, he’s also, possibly, a little worried about hyunjoo getting her heart broken if she seriously likes his dump truck of an older brother. joowon can’t see this shaking up to end well at all. and he’d like this friend to not be devastated because of something a family member did (or didn’t) do. “if i wasn’t supposed to see it, why was it all over your phone?” he grits out finally, once the shock has worn off somewhat. “seriously, hyunjoo, unless you want me to hurl all over these sheets, please say sike. please say sike.”

[sgnjoowon]

YIDEUN​:

sms, hot 4 slenderman 

➝ FUCK U REPLACE MY RAMEN FIRST 

(five minutes later)

➝ wait what the fuck  ➝ is it “two-timing” if we didnt dtr tho lol idk how human relationships work ➝ clearly id eliminate them to save myself the headache ➝ if u liked it then u should have put a pension plan and life insurance on it bitch ➝ realistically tho why the fuck would i care  ➝ fuck who u wanna fuck that aint my business  ➝ if im a young stud why do i need them ➝ wait ➝ if this is another one of ur storyboards ill kill u myself  ➝ replace my ramen bitch 

( SMS ➝ the real slim shady )

( ✉ ) want me to shit it out for u? is that what u want? want me leave a big steaming pile of ramen shit on ur desk? ( ✉ ) i can arrange that ( ✉ ) i cannot, however, arrange to ‘replace’ ur ramen through ‘monetary’ means bc i am a broke ass bitch ( ✉ ) u need them because feelings????? what kind of a question is that ( ✉ ) ig asking u was a mistake since ur not a hot young stud u can’t possibly imagine what they go through ( ✉ ) ur just a not young scrub (LOL) ( ✉ ) . ( ✉ ) whatever its for is MY business ( ✉ ) and no ( ✉ ) ♥

[sgnjoowon]

@sgnyideun

( SMS ➝ the real slim shady )

( ✉ ) ok q ( ✉ ) hypothetically if u were a young stud in the prime of ur life (LOL) and were juggling the romantic interests of (2) hot similarly young studs  ( ✉ ) and those (2) hot young studs discovered u were two timing them thru some whacky hijinks and a TRULY abysmal breakdown of the proper channels of communication on ur part ( ✉ ) and to take revenge on u for being an absolute fucking scumbag those (2) hot young studs in question decided to plot revenge and in the process became friends and made out like a few times?? ( ✉ ) how would u react ( ✉ ) upon discovering that they were like, together, banging, vibing ( ✉ ) what would u FEEL (if u were capable of feelings)

[sgnjoowon]

YIDEUN​:

he’d hate to get eaten alive by slenderman here. imagine haunting a shitty excuse of a mountainside for the rest of eternity. fuck no.

“this kinda blows,” yideun admits, clicking his tongue. “alright, how’re we going to do this? if one of us has to be human sacrifice, i call dibs.” he cups his hands around his mouth, and, with a gusto that really should be focused on more productive things like his future, his family, the essentials, he yells, “HEY SLENDERMAN! COME FUCK US UP! BUT BRING A FLASHLIGHT!”

dirt and gravel crunches underneath his feet as joowon walks deeper into the leafy abyss—or something like it. the smart thing to do when lost is probably to stay put and wait for someone to find you, but the ‘someone’ in this case could really only be slenderman. so that’s a fucking bust. admitting they’re lost doesn’t bring a sudden burst of clarity. it doesn’t illuminate a path out of the wilderness and back to their campgrounds. in fact, it changes fuck all, except that joowon feels both annoyed and vaguely ashamed for letting things come to this.

then again, he was pretty sure he’d given their shared brain cell to yideun for the duration of this hike, so maybe their current predicament is all his fault.

he frowns and sneaks a look at yideun out of the corner of his eye, ready to go off and shift the blame on him. but yideun doesn’t look like he’s having a great time—and yeah, his clear and obvious misery lifts joowon’s spirits a bit. at least they’re suffering together. isn’t this what friendship is? getting lost deep in the woods and hating every single moment of it, all the while being stalked by slenderman? but, you know, together? you’d sacrifice each other for a few extra seconds of getaway time, but probably feel a little bad about it. like a week’s worth of guilt. two weeks, tops.

“i don’t know? i don’t know what goes on in your love life,” joowon says, ducking underneath a low-hanging branch. “if you wanna fist slenderman, that’s your business, yeah? i’m not gonna put my hand up there, but if that gets you off, cool.” although, admittedly, maybe he is the slender-freak out of the two of them. “tentacles, piss kink, and anal fisting?” he lets out a low whistle. “slendy’s a freak.” it’s easier to spew a bunch of nonsense than think too deeply about what to do next or where to go from here. maybe the play here is to walk until they eventually hit civilization. or, barring civilization, he’d settle for seeing their fellow ‘glampers’. is this what rock bottom is?

joowon comes to a halt when yideun does, nearly stepping on his heels. “wha—” his arms fly out reflexively to catch yideun before he can fall. “hey, watch where you’re stepping. if you fall and break something here, i’m not carrying you on my back.” a lie, he would carry yideun on his back; he’d just complain about it the whole time. and probably pass out after a while since joowon doubts his ability to carry anyone for longer than ten minutes. “the ghost can, i dunno, moan sexily?” he shrugs. “ghosts have a sense of direction, right?” ghosts should know everything; it feels like it should be the only perk of being dead. “what the fuck is up with you and being vored today? not everything wants to eat you.”

he should probably be more concerned than he actually is. it’s dark, rapidly getting colder, and they have no conceivable way of figuring out how to get back. no tools, no common sense, no supernatural guides. just dirt and trees and… yeah, that smell is definitely shit. focusing on almost certainly fake supernatural menaces is a simple way to keep himself from thinking of very real threats like… god, are wolves a thing? is hypothermia a thing?

yeah, joowon would rather be vored by slenderman than worry about this.

“why do you get to be the human sacrifice?” joowon grouses, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “who are we sacrificing to? is this like a naked sacrifice or a clothes on thing? why would slenderman want a naked sacrifice?” yideun’s right, though. this blows. still, he half-expects yideun to have all the answers to the problems of the universe or something. he expects yideun to fix this problem, mostly because he doesn’t want to be the responsible one in this scenario. what comes out of yideun’s mouth isn’t… fixing anything. it’s just a lot of yelling.

and slenderman.

“sure, get slenderman to just stop by the gift shop and pick up a flashlight to bail us out.” although, for the lack of a better idea—if you can’t beat ‘em (and joowon can’t think of a more productive solution to their problem), join ‘em. cupping his hand around his mouth, he yells, “SLENDERMAN, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP? WE’RE JUST TWO DUDES, THREE FEET APART, WITH DELICIOUS FLESH—”

he breaks off as a loud noise, almost a growl, cuts through the night. “wait what the fuck was that—”

[sgnjoowon]

CHAN​:

( chapter update )

( ... )

“fancy seeing you around here.” he laughed again–though more of a cackle–one arm coming around the taller as he basically attempts to pull joowon into a headlock. it’s affection coming from chan. a kind of… hug. though with the added feeling that he’s going to drop you to the floor. you know, classic love. 

“yo have you ever read any webtoons?” 

fuckin’ a, it’s hot.

maybe the sweat currently dripping down his back has something to do with the fact that he’s wearing far too many layers for the current weather, or maybe it has to do with the fact that his next classes is all the fucking way across campus and joowon is grossly out of shape. maybe it’s a combination of both these things, coupled with a genetic predisposition to having active sweat glands to begin with. either way, each step is torture; all he wants to do is head back to his dorm and take a shower, but that’s also too far.

what if he just lays down on the pavement and let the sun cook him like a cracked egg? what then? joowon’s gaze drops to the ground. he could do it. he’s tempted. but fuck if the ground doesn’t look comfortable, and the matter of classes—resigned, joowon fans himself with his hand and continues walking. trudging, more like it, but he’s making progress, so that should be applauded. he’s so wrapped up in his own misery that he doesn’t notice chan until the older man calls his name.

the corners of his mouth tug downwards as he mind registers the nickname. “sunbae,” he says tersely. “it’s joowon. or, you know, supreme overlord. coolest person ever. i will accept your highness too, but i’m not gonna ask for it.” he suffers chan pulling him into a headlock with as much dignity as he can muster, figuring if he wants to get up and personal with joowon’s sweaty self, he’s welcome to. “seriously, do i look like a wonnie? i have pride.” pride says nicknames are for suckers.

he likes chan, all things considered. it’s easy to smile around him, even if most of the time the smiles are because joowon’s fucking with him. it’s hard not to, with chan’s reactions. but more than that, he’s a hyung who doesn’t mind doting on joowon, and that… that’s nice. he’d die before admitting it, but he appreciates it. “i’m just heading to class. what are you doing?” joowon figures chan has a busy life; it’s a bit weird running into him on campus out of the blue. “are you sk—”

whatever he’s about to say next dies in his throat. “w-what?” why the hell is he asking that? does he—no, there’s no way chan could know or suspect… “no. i mean, sometimes, i guess. depends on the webtoon. i’m a man of taste, y’know?” his laughter is a little strained. “why do you want to know?”

[sgnjoowon]

YIDEUN​:

unsolved

( ... )

that, and while (only when joowon isn’t listening) (and literally no one else is in the vicinity) (so he’s literally just talking to himself) (and sometimes he doesn’t really say it out loud either, so he supposes he’s just kind of thinking it) joowon’s undoubtedly his best friend, something about their years of friendship have led yideun to believe that were they to stumble into a life-or-death situation a la blair witch project, neither of them would be particularly useful. (and maybe on a worse day, yideun might volunteer joowon as tribute.) (just joking.) (maybe.) 

a twig snaps. probably a wolf. or the start of a really kitschy c-grade horror movie. 

“jesus christ, are we even on the fucking trail anymore?” he mutters, mostly to himself, squinting (with much futility) to try to get a clear look at the path. “isn’t this, like, the ideal setting for slenderman to just come out and eat us alive.” 

they are one hundred percent, completely, wholly, undeniably, irrefutably lost.

joowon isn’t really a forward thinking kind of person. it might be tucked somewhere in his dna, but he thinks the gene for caution, or whatever the fuck, just skipped right over him. or maybe his siblings hogged all the qualities that contribute to self-preservation and leading a long and happy life. he wouldn’t be surprised. but really, what else can he blame for the wise (not even the slightest) decision to abandon the relative safety of their camp in pitch darkness to go—wait for it, just wait for it—hiking? he repeats: hiking.

it all starts and ends with this ‘glamping’ retreat—horrible concept, 0/10, joowon wouldn’t be caught dead here if it wasn’t for the insistence of his friends. he’s not a camping guy, more of a ‘lying in bed watching anime while the empty food wrappers begin to pile up around him’ kind of person, and if given the choice, that’s exactly how he’d like to spend his time while in his post-finals fugue state. instead of that, there is nature and people and birds shitting like, everywhere—

none of the university sanctioned activities available really appeal to him all that much. you have to make your fun around here, clearly, and for some reason, joowon decides that an impromptu late night hike with his best friend (a label he’d deny putting on yideun when asked, but true enough) would be… fun. sure, why the hell not? maybe they’d run into a cousin of bigfoot. maybe they’d run into a wolfman. maybe they’d run into like, a sexy eldritch horror something. all his hopes and dreams rest on the possibility of encountering some weird creatures while traipsing through the woods.

so far, he’s come across nothing. a rock or two. a gnarled tree. an owl hooting in the distance—close enough to be heard, but far enough that joowon can’t see shit with his stupid human eyes. no sexy creepy crawlies to bring proof of home to the paranormal club in order to gloat. oh, and they’re lost. there’s that.

“yeah, asswipe?” he responds distractedly, more out of habit than any real heat. yideun’s best described as that—a habit, a comfortable, familiar norm he can sink into without much pretense or thought. they’ve always been on the same page—or close enough for joowon, and there’s no one else he would rather be stranded here as devil-bait with. “don’t you think ‘lost’ is more like, a state of mind than a state of being?” he steps over a suspicious lump that looks and smells like shit. “in that sense, i’m not lost, i’m found. are you found?” joowon’s aware everything spilling out of his mouth is bullshit, but he needs a moment to get his bearings—to figure out (hopefully) what direction they should be going next.

but a twig snaps… somewhere, and joowon is pulled from his thoughts of direction (important) to what made that sound (kind of important) and whether or not an eldritch horror’s feet would touch the ground (not important).

“why the fuck would slenderman want to eat us?” he doesn’t think they’re on the path anymore. there is no path. only darkness and dirt and whatever the fuck is lurking out there. it’s equal parts thrilling and worrying. thrilling, because joowon lives for the high, and worrying, because if they die out here who will recover their bodies (if there’s anything left to recover)? “does slenderman even have a mouth? or does he absorb people into his body like a—fuck, i don’t know, but that’s gross.”

if slenderman is lurking in the shadows, joowon would like to see it. “anyway,” he stops and puts his hands on his hips. “we are lost, state of being. do you have a flashlight? flare gun? haunted compass? ouija board?” 

[sgnjoowon]

HYUNJOO​:

— crash landing

( ... )

“do you think this one or this one? wait hold on let me just find the other one….” she holds the phone near where he can see it, goes to her photo album and scrolls through hundreds of copies of the same picture of his brother that she had gotten from somewhere on social media. “sorry i just have to find it uhhh….” she holds in all the laughter that’s threatening to spill out, a stray giggle making itself in between her words. “wait hold on let me just look for it.”

hyunjoo closes her photo album out to her home screen, where she had made that exact picture her wallpaper, biting her lip so she keeps her composure. “oops sorry! i’m just going to find it.”

hands folded over his stomach as he lays on his bed, joowon stares up at the ceiling with a blank, disinterested gaze. if he squints, he can almost see his impending deadlines flying by mockingly, like goddamn monkeys on witches’ brooms, but he really can’t bring himself to give a fuck. a flying fuck.

maybe it’s ennui. maybe it’s maybelline.

maybe it’s the fact that hyunjoo is hanging around for god knows what and joowon’s happy to use her visit as an excuse not to do the things he needs to be doing, namely his slides for that class presentation and the storyboard for this week’s push and pull update. he’ll get it done eventually… probably… but right now, all he’s really in the mood for is to shoot the breeze and maybe rip open a bag of honey butter chips with his teeth. it’s a beautiful day and he is a disgruntled procrastinator. or something like that.

rolling over, he buries his head in his pillow. fuuuuuck deadlines. joowon’s done thinking about it. instead, he lifts his head to ask hyunjoo to get him some snacks from yideun’s side of the room when she takes a seat on his bed, phone in hand. “a dress?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow. “why, got a hot date?” his grin turns predatory. “who’s the guy? i’m gonna interrogate the shit out of him.” he’s known hyunjoo for a long, long time. sometimes too long, but it entitles him to certain indulgences—one of which is terrorizing potential suitors. it also brings certain obligations—like seriously helping her choose that dress.

joowon grabs his glasses and squints at the screen. “it’s butt ugly,” he says immediately. “i wouldn’t even let my three year old niece wear that.” good thing hyunjoo has other options. joowon waits patiently, eyes still trained on the screen, when a very familiar face fills his view and makes him recoil. “is that my fucking brother?” joowon demands, feeling nauseated. it’s a picture of wonchul… scratch that, a shitton of pictures of wonchul he’s seen on instagram before, some dumb close up of his drunk face that makes him look like an idiot. “my—what the fuck? why do you have so many pictures of h—” hyunjoo can’t… she can’t seriously be into this, can she?

his fingers wrap around her wrist, a shocked and disgusted gasp escaping his mouth when hyunjoo’s home screen wallpaper turns out to be the same picture. “are you kidding me? hyunjoo, that is my fucking shithead brother!” objectively, there’s nothing really shitheaded about wonchul—he’s a doctor at one of the best university hospitals in the country, but still! the principle of the thing! “what the hell is he doing all over your phone?”

[sgnjoowon]

hey hey everyone! this is my first time in seongnam and i’m super excited to be here. it’s kind of late for me, but i wanted to throw up an intro for my boi before i head to bed, so here we are! this is noh joowon, twenty two year old junior. he’s an animation major and a pretty popular BL webtoon author, but that last part is a ~*secret*~. he’s pretty loud and outspoken and often times annoying but he’s a... well... not good boy but a fun boy? anyway! i have his ABOUT, BACKGROUND, and PLOTS pages up if you’d like to take a look, but i’ll drop some info and wanted connections under the cut! and if you’d like to plot, please hit like on this post and i’ll pop into your ims, or you can reach me on TWITTER if you’d prefer to plot there! ♥️

QUICK FACTS !

so tl;dr - 22, a junior, majoring in animation with a minor in art. wanted to do things the other way around but he fucked up his registration forms and went with it

is also a pretty popular BL webtoon author under the pen name byungari (you can find more info about his webtoons here). only a handful of people know about this... it’s a Big Secret, he’ll have to end you if you find out

basically, entered a webtoon contest online in freshman year - didn’t win, but the company asked him for a story outline and quickly sent a contract over for a serialized webtoon to be published online. it did well, and then he got a contract for another one which was also well received/ranked

long story short, he just recently started publishing webtoon #3 which takes some heavy inspiration from the seongnam campus, so you’ll probably see familiar landmarks and faces if you follow it closely... honestly, he’s not all that subtle

anyway! he has a makeshift studio in the student centre and an assistant to help out with meeting deadlines and such. even then most days he barely submits his work on time and he’s always drawing in class instead of paying attention

considered a campus cryptid because he barely attends class and yet manages to pass most things... actually he’s there, just tucked in the back napping or quietly taking notes. he doesn’t participate much unless whatever’s going on is ‘interesting’

it’s just weird because he’s v. loud and opinionated otherwise - will get into debates right in the middle of class when it’s a subject he’s passionate (and right) about. some of his classmates are just straight up scared of getting into it with him

part of the art club (nominally; he joined because he felt obligated to but he doesn’t participate much), the cooking club (kinda; he’s just there for the food and also never like... ‘officially’ joined), and the paranormal club (this one’s legit. he loves paranormal stuff)

is the baby of his family; has 2 older siblings but they have a significant age gap with him so they were never close while growing up. they’re both like... very academically aligned with ~respectable careers~ (professor and doctor) so sometimes joowon feels like the odd one out with his focus on animation/art

his parents are divorced - dad has a whole other family that joowon has complicated feelings about!! he doesn’t like to think on it too much. was raised primarily by his mom while his dad really just pays for his education and stuff. compared to most kids from divorced homes he feels like he’s pretty well adjusted

his family isn’t super elite or wealthy, but they’re probably like... very comfortable but also very well connected with people who are considered elite (dad’s a lawyer and mom is the chairman/director of a elite private academy)

incidentally, went to that private academy before attending seongnam. it was very academics focused even though joowon was... not. but his parents are like whelp we did it right with the first two kids so it’s okay if kid #3 is into art and shit as long as he graduates from a good uni! hence him being at seongnam

really, his post graduation plans are just ‘i am going to make more webtoons and then maybe work in animation’ and he’s pretty happy with that

he’s very... hm... very blunt and straightforward in most of his dealings with people. super loud and confident and doesn’t hold back even if there’s a risk he might offend someone. he’s also pretty impulsive and short tempered so it doesn’t take much for him to go off. like, he’s passionate about a lot of things and sometimes that explodes out of him in a not-fun way

but he’s also like a very open, easy-to-befriend kinda guy, super supportive of his friends and generous where it counts. he’s very loyal and the kind of person who’d fight you but also fight FOR you in a heartbeat. he hates unhappy endings so he’s always trying to low key look out for his friends even if!! admitting he cares is embarrassing!!

he’s a cute kid who can be a lot sometimes. please be his friend anyway

WANTED CONNECTIONS !

friends!! some super casual friends to spend time with in between classes or grab a bite to eat with - he’s honestly pretty friendly when it comes down to it and even if you don’t know him well, he’ll probably consider you a pal. maybe you got paired for some activity during freshman orientation and stuck together, shared classes in the past, etc. you just know joowon as an entertaining dude

fellow animation / art majors or minors!! classmates, people to get stuck doing group projects with, we always work on our assignments together, looking for an empty studio to write and found you there so uh can we share. or on the flip side, department rivals?? getting into arguments / heated debates in the middle of class and getting sent out? always competing to see who’s better but they’re both good!

art club members who are like please come to a meeting please please come to just one meeting - or, y’know, forcibly drag or trick him into participating. someone who recruited him into the art club to begin with and now they have regrets. someone who finds an old exhibition piece he did for the club or something and is like omg please come back sunabe i want to learn from you--

cooking club members who he kind of follows around because they make really good food. people who don’t realize he’s not officially in the club and try to get him to participate but he’s like these hands are not made for cooking. someone who does realize but is like aw he’s harmless let him hang around. let him lick the spoon--

paranormal club bros... it’s the one club he’s actually serious about for reasons unknown (actually, it’s known: he wants to fuck a vampire) so members who share similar interests or just like his intensity or just think he’s a riot. maybe they try to film their own version of buzzfeed unsolved and hit up a bunch of supposedly haunted places or chase paranormal activity idk

people who read / have read his webtoons! whether they’re fans of him or antis... maybe someone he’s friends with irl who reads every update but doesn’t know he’s the author, or someone he’s friends with irl who hates the webtoon and joowon has to stop themselves from fighting them. or like... interacting on twitter about the webtoons, someone who writes fic or draws fanart and always dms it to him, idk, someone who leaves hate comments whom he fights with on a sock account?? 

he has a weird relationship with sunbaes in the sense that he can get really needy / attention-seeking around them (maybe he craves the close older sibling figures he’s never had in his life!) so sunbaes he can bother / be cute around. whether they tolerate him, shoo him away, or take care of him... idk

enemies?? for various reasons - maybe they’re rivals, maybe they just pissed joowon off or vice versa, maybe they just made eye contact and challenged each other to a fight pokemon style, maybe he just can’t stand the way they act, but enemies are fun...

some romantic connections like exes? hasn’t dated much recently maybe a few people in the past, or like people who have confessed to him but he turned them down pretty callously. or someone who falls in love with his art and thinks that means they like joowon but when they try to get to know him they’re like oh... oh no

i know i missed a bunch of stuff but i have more specific plots here if nothing sparks your interest + and i’m always open to brainstorm something as well! 

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