One month after the end of a five-year relationship, Y/N lets her best friends drag her out for a night she never intended to have. She's convinced she'll spend the evening pretending she's okay—but one impulsive decision changes everything.
When she meets the mysterious, tattooed Jungkook, what starts as an attempt to forget her past quickly becomes something neither of them expected. Sometimes moving on begins with one conversation... and one unforgettable night.
Genres: Contemporary Romance • New Adult • Slow Burn • Romance • Humor • Drama • Emotional Healing • Slice of Life • Fluff • Angst• Learning to move on • Self-discovery • Taking chances • Healing after heartbreak • Vulnerability • Trust • Unexpected connections • Starting over
Warning: Mature language • Alcohol consumption • Breakup and heartbreak • Sexual themes • Consensual intimacy • Mild emotional distress • Mentions of a long-term relationship ending
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Y/N stared up at the glowing neon sign one last time before glancing down at the text conversation on her phone.
**Emmie:** *We're already inside! Hurry up!*
**May:** *No excuses. You're coming in.*
She sighed, comparing the club's name to the message for what felt like the tenth time.
She was in the right place. Taking a deep breath, she slipped her phone into her purse and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"You can do this," she whispered.
A month. It had been exactly one month since her boyfriend of five years had ended their relationship with a sentence she still couldn't get out of her head. "I think we've grown apart."
Five years reduced to one conversation.
She had cried until there were no tears left, avoided every social invitation her friends sent, and spent more evenings than she cared to admit curled up on her couch with takeout and terrible reality TV.
Tonight, however, her friends had refused to take no for an answer. Their mission was simple. Get Y/N out of the apartment.
The second she stepped inside, music vibrated through the floor beneath her heels. Colored lights swept across the crowded dance floor while laughter and conversation blended together with the bass.
Y/N looked toward one of the booths near the back where Emmie and May waved her over enthusiastically.
"You actually came!" Emmie exclaimed, standing to hug her.
"Barely," Y/N admitted with a laugh.
"We were fully prepared to come drag you out ourselves," May teased.
"You look amazing, by the way."
Y/N looked down at herself.
She'd almost changed three times before settling on dark jeans, black heels, and a fitted corset-style top she'd bought months ago but never found an excuse to wear.
"I almost stayed in sweatpants."
Emmie gasped dramatically.
"What exactly are we celebrating?"
"The beginning of your hot girl era."
"I don't think that's how heartbreak works."
Within minutes, drinks had arrived. One cocktail turned into two. Then May insisted on ordering shots.
"To moving forward," she declared, lifting her glass.
Emmie clinked hers against it.
"I don't think those two things belong together."
The three glasses collided. Y/N tossed the shot back, grimacing as the burn traveled down her throat.
"That never gets easier."
"It doesn't have to," May replied.
For the first time in weeks, Y/N found herself laughing without forcing it. The music wasn't so loud anymore. Her shoulders weren't so tense. Maybe this had been a good idea after all. Emmie leaned across the table.
"Have you looked around yet?"
“Not for what but for who."
Y/N followed Emmie's gaze around the room before realization dawned.
"Oh," May echoed dramatically.
"I'm not looking for anyone."
"I got dumped a month ago."
"And I'm emotionally unavailable."
"No one's asking you to fall in love tonight."
May smirked and lifted her drink in cheers.
"You just need proof that your ex wasn't the last attractive man on Earth."
Y/N rolled her eyes, but curiosity got the better of her. She scanned the room. Groups of friends laughed over drinks while couples occupied the dance floor. Then her gaze landed on a booth near the opposite side of the club. A man sat there with two friends, one tattooed arm resting lazily across the back of the booth. Dark hair framed sharp features. Silver ear piercings caught the shifting lights each time he turned his head. He wore a simple black T-shirt that fit him almost unfairly well. Even from across the room, there was something effortlessly confident about him. As though he didn't have to try.
Emmie followed her line of sight.
"He is way out of my league," Y/N muttered.
Emmie slid another shot toward her.
“He’s not and even if he was you won't know unless you say hello."
"I'm absolutely not doing that."
"You've had enough liquid courage."
"I've had enough liquid courage to think about it."
"What's the worst that could happen?"
Y/N looked back toward the stranger.
Almost as if fate had impeccable timing, his two friends stood and headed toward the bar, leaving him alone.
Emmie and May exchanged a glance.
Y/N looked between the booth and her friends.
Then she sighed dramatically, grabbed the shot, and downed it.
"If I make a fool of myself—"
"We'll pretend we don't know you," May joked.
Taking another steadying breath, Y/N stood. Every step toward the booth made her confidence shrink. Halfway there she almost turned around. By the time she reached the table, she was convinced she'd completely lost her mind. The man looked up. Brown eyes met hers. He tilted his head slightly, curiosity replacing whatever thought she'd interrupted.
*Mental Note:He’s even more attractive up close*
Her carefully prepared introduction vanished from her mind as their eyes locked. He was so attractive and she hadn’t seen it before but he had a piercing on his lip and his entire right arm was tattooed past the edge of his shirt.
The corner of his mouth curved upward.
His voice was calm, warm. Not intimidating. Which somehow made him even more intimidating.
"This is probably going to sound strange..."
"I have a feeling it is."
She smiled despite herself.
"Can I sit with you for a minute?"
He gestured toward the seat across from him.
She slid into the booth, silently congratulating herself for making it that far without tripping.
"Are you from around here?"
"Starting with the classics?"
She laughed, covering her face for a second.
"Oh, this is going terribly."
The next several minutes passed surprisingly easily. She learned was twenty-six and was here with some friends he worked with. The easy conversation began to flow as Jungkook asked about her name and age. Despite the nerves y/n admitted she'd been talked into coming out and coming over to talk to him by her best friends after spending weeks hiding at home.
Any and all the connections of common sense to her mouth shut down and she found herself spouting a random fact she had read today on her lunch break.
"Did you know otters hold hands while they sleep?"
"They do. It's adorable."
"I'll have to fact-check that."
The conversation flowed naturally and y/n thought to herself about how it had been a long time since she'd met someone she could simply... talk to. Without overthinking every word. Without feeling judged. Without realizing it, she had relaxed. Then, before she could stop herself, the words escaped.
"Would you want to come home with me?"
She covered her face with both hands.
"I cannot believe I just said that."
A loud laugh escaped Jungkook.
Y/n peeked between her fingers.
"I'm serious," she admitted quietly. "I'm not looking for anything complicated. I just... wanted to be honest."
He regarded her for a long moment.
There wasn't any judgment in his expression.
“Are you always this straight-forward and honest?”
“Well yeah, I figure it’s easier than pretending."
Another quiet moment passed.
"If you're not interested," she said, already sliding toward the edge of the booth, "that's completely okay. I can go back to my friends and we can both forget this ever happened."
He laughed softly and leaned forward on the table resting his weight on his arms.
"Meet me outside in three minutes."
"I'll let my friends know I'm leaving."
He stood from the booth and fixed his chain as he turned towards her.
"You should probably tell yours."
Before she could say anything, he was already making his way toward the bar where the two men he'd been sitting with watched him with knowing smiles. Y/N remained frozen for another few seconds before finally standing and heading towards her friends. As she returned to her friends, both women stared expectantly.
The booth erupted into excited squeals.
Y/N buried her face in her hands.
"You actually did it.” Emmie squealed.
"I honestly don't know how."
May squeezed y/n’s shoulder.
Emmie grinned mischievously.
"If he turns out to be secretly boring, leave but if he’s kinky maybe leave your number on his fridge or something."
"I'll keep that in mind."
After hugging them both goodbye, she grabbed her bag and headed toward the front entrance. Outside, the cool night breeze instantly calmed her racing thoughts. She leaned lightly against a nearby lamppost and closed her eyes for a moment, letting the air brush against her warm cheeks. Before the thoughts could spiral into panic y/n heard footsteps approaching. Opening her eyes, Y/n turned to see Jungkook walking toward her with his hands tucked into his pockets.
"My car's a few blocks away."
As they walked through the quieter streets, Y/N found herself rambling. Y/n talked about anything that came to mind—favorite foods, useless trivia, funny stories from work—anything to distract herself from how nervous she was. To her relief, Jungkook laughed easily and added stories of his own. By the time they reached his car, Y/n wasn't nearly as anxious as she'd been leaving the club.
Jungkook reached to open the passenger door for her.
"You know you don't have to be chivalrous."
"You've already made enough of a good impression."
Jungkook laughed, shaking his head.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
The drive passed with comfortable conversation. When they reached his apartment building, Y/N looked up at the sleek glass exterior.
"This place is... fancy."
The elevator ride was quiet except for the occasional joke or comment from Y/N whenever silence threatened to settle. When Jungkook unlocked the apartment door, y/n stepped inside and stopped. The space was modern, spacious, and surprisingly warm despite its minimalist design. y/n slowly turned in a circle.
"Okay... serious question."
"Are you secretly a mafia boss?"
"I'll remain suspicious."
Jungkook smiled as he walked toward the kitchen.
"Would you like some water? Wine?"
A few moments later, they settled onto the couch with two glasses. For a while, they simply talked. About music. Travel. Favorite movies. Embarrassing childhood memories. The more they spoke, the more Y/N realized how comfortable she felt around someone she'd only met an hour ago. Moments with her ex came rushing into her mind. It was never this comfortable and easy-going with him. In the last 2 years of the relationship she couldn’t even remember a time when they just sat together and talked like this about anything. Their conversations had always been short and straight to the point. The more y/n thought about it the sadder she felt. Had she wasted 5 years of her life? How was she supposed to love someone else when she herself had never been loved properly?
Y/n quieted down and stared down into her glass, finger playing with the edge of the rim. Jungkook noticed the sudden shift and mood.
"I should probably tell you something."
Jungkook looked at her patiently.
Y/n laughed quietly as Jungkook gently smiled.
"I've never done anything like this before."
Y/n hesitated and looked away.
"I was with the same person for five years, and he broke up with me a month ago with absolutely no warning or explanation other than ‘we’ve grown apart’ but as I think about it now I don’t think we were ever together together."
Jungkook set his wine glass on the coffee table.
“You know we don't have to do anything tonight."
His voice was gentle as he grabbed her hand that was laying on her lap.
"If you'd rather sit here and finish this bottle while we talk about anything and everything and then go on your way, I'd be perfectly happy with that."
Y/n searched his face and this feeling of peace and comfort came over her. There was no pressure. No expectation. Just sincerity. Something inside her settled.
“Okay.” Y/n said as she leaned forward and placed her wine glass on the coffee table.
Y/n smiled softly at Jungkook before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Jungkook seemed surprised for only a heartbeat before returning the kiss just as softly. When they finally pulled apart, both of them laughed quietly. The nervousness hadn't disappeared but it no longer felt overwhelming.
Jungkook froze for a second, looking into y/n’s eyes before leaning in and kissing her again. His hands rose and gently cradled her face. The kiss quickly turned into something more urgent and Jungkook grabbed y/n by her waist and dragged her onto his lap. Y/n lifted her hands and ran them through this hair working her way down dragging them down his chest before reaching and lifting the bottom of his shirt up and over his abs.
Jungkook quickly reached backwards and yanked off his shirt as y/n leaned back to watch the movement and check out his physique. He was thin and lean with defined and carved muscles. Her eyes ran up from his abdomen and up to his arm which held tattoos that started at his fingers and worked their way up in intricate designs and sayings onto his chest. Y/n’s eyes drank in the view and she realized just how good looking Jungkook was.
Y/n quickly thought to herself “Thank you liquid courage” and then grabbed the chain around his neck and tugged him towards her. Jungkook let out a groan at the pull and leaned forward moving his arms down from her hips to her ass.
“You're honestly so hot that I don’t even know where to start"
Jungkook laughed at y/n’s comment and closed the space between them resuming the kiss. Y/n began to grind her hips down on his lap and yanked the hair on the nape of his hair to expose his neck. The small yank made Jungkook groan as he let himself be guided. His grip tightened as y/n started kissing up his neck and gently bit his ear lobe.
“Where’s your room?” She whispered into his ear.
Jungkook quickly transferred his grip from y/n’s ass to the bottom of her thighs as he lifted her and began walking to his bedroom. Y/n threw her head back and let out a small laugh as she tightened her hold around his neck. As each step made them rub against each other y/n decided to tighten her legs around Jungkook's waist and slowly start grinding against the bulge in his pants.
Jungkook groaned and quickly attached his lips to hers as he sat y/n on the hallway table. He quickly started feeling his way up, trying to find where and how to take her top off. Y/n smiled into the kiss and grabbed his hands leading one to her breast and the other to the bow tied near her bellybutton that’s been holding the corset closed. Jungkook quickly pulled the strap apart while his other hand tightened around her breast.
Jungkook pulled apart to admire the view of y/n’s breast and smooth skin. He let out a deep groan when he saw y/n leaning back on the table with her upper back and head against the wall, swollen lips and messy hair. Her corset loose and her breast exposed. The cold apartment air quickly making them harden and without a moment of hesitation Jungkook leaned in and took one into his mouth. Y/n moaned and grabbed onto his hair with one hand as the other arm continued to help hold her up. Jungkook switched between each nipple before kissing a path up y/n’s chest and capturing her mouth in another kiss.
Y/n wrapped her arms around Jungkook's neck and her legs around his hips as he grabbed her and lifted her from the table. They quickly made the final steps to the bedroom and Jungkook walked over to the bed which was in the middle of the room and lowered y/n at the foot of the bed. His hands worked their way back up her body and ended up cradling her face while tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Y/n moaned and gripped onto his biceps as the heat began to build and spread in her abdomen.
Jungkook pulled apart from the kiss and placed his forehead on hers breathing deeply and quickly, lips swollen and his hair messy from when y/n pulled at it just moments before.
“I think I understand what you were talking about earlier”
“Huh” y/n says as she tried to catch her breath.
“You're so hot, that I don’t even know where I want to start"
Y/n let out a laugh that was quickly cut off as Jungkook leaned in and bit her bottom lip as he unzipped her jeans and began pushing them down past her hips. Y/n struggled to push down her corset top along with her jeans and cursed at herself for deciding to wear something so tight and complicated.
Jungkook laughed as he kneeled down to help her remove the articles of clothing. He groaned as he came face to face with a lacy black thong with a wet spot near her warmth. Jungkook leaned his forehead against her abdomen as y/n ran her hands through his hair and gently yanked when she sees he’s not moving away from the area.
Jungkook gently pulled the underwear down her legs and y/n stepped out of them leg by leg leaving her completely bare. Jungkook leaned back and slowly looked at every inch of her from her head to her feet.
Y/n was speechless and simply stared at Jungkook as he stood up and started removing his pants. Jungkook put his hands on her hips and started guiding her backwards onto the bed. Y/n gently sat on the edge of the bed and started to work her way up the bed laying on the pillows as Jungkook followed, crawling towards her and settling his hips on top of hers. Jungkook lifted his arm and gently tucked her dark hair behind her ear.
Jungkook locked eyes with y/n for a moment before he leaned down to kiss her, his hand which had so gently caressed the side of her face began to works it’s way down her neck and to her breast.
His grip tightened on her breast, and he began playing with her nipple as his tongue got lost in a battle with y/n’s.
Y/n moaned as her hips slowly started moving against his, searching for the friction from earlier and anything that could help with the release of the heat that’s been building since she first kissed Jungkook earlier in the living room.
Y/n lifted her hands and ran her fingers through Jungkook’s hair for a few seconds before pulling him away from her mouth and staring into his eyes.
“I really want you inside of me”
Jungkook smiled at y/n’s confession and leaned in to kiss her as his hand worked its way down to her slick folds. Jungkook reached her warm entrance and began running his fingers up and down, spreading her juices across her folds.
Y/n moaned tightened her grip on his hair as Jungkook slowly inserted both his middle and ring fingers into her warmth at once.
Jungkook began a slow rhythmic motion as he pulled his lips away from y/n and worked his way down her neck and to her breasts, switching intermittently between the two as his fingers worked together picking up speed, feeling her as she got tighter around his fingers, a signal of her getting closer to the edge.
Y/n threw her head back and released a loud and deep moan as she came. Jungkook pulled away from her breasts at the sound and looked at her face as ecstasy flashed across her face. Y/n’s hands quickly flew up to cover her mouth as her eyes widen in the realization of what she did and quickly made eye contact with Jungkook.
“I’m so sorry I have no idea where that came from, I’ve never done that before. I didn’t even know a noise like could come out of me”
Jungkook laughed as he brought his soaked fingers into his mouth and sucked off her juices.
“Guess that ex just wasn’t good at a lot of things huh?”
Y/n was silent and stunned for a moment as she continued to stare at Jungkook just did without hesitation.
“I can’t believe you just did that” y/n laughed as she coverd her face and let out a sigh.
“Did what? Lick you off my fingers?”
Jungkook eyebrow went up as he looked at her.
“How is it weird? We’re having sex, we’re supposed to just feel the moment. There’s no rules to this” Jungkook laughed.
“I don’t know I guess I’ve just never been in this situation before. Usually my ex would just get straight to it and never did any foreplay.”
“Yeah he was a very simple guy.”
“Yeah I guess that’s the word for it, he never really did anything like that. I didn’t think fingers could even feel that way.” Y/n laughed.
“You have finished before this right?”
“I think so, honestly after right now I’m not even sure, I don’t think I’ve ever finished that hard in my life”
Jungkook hums a mhm as he reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a condom. He sits up on his knees between y/n’s legs and with one arm he lifts the condom ripping it with his teeth as his other hands starts to pumps his length.
“Y/n give me 20 minutes and you won’t even remember his name.”
Y/n laughs and stared at Jungkook as he quickly put on the condom, rolling it down his thick length and positioning himself over her with one arm cradling her head and the other rubbing his length against her folds spreading the juices and coating the condom. Jungkook leaned down and began kissing down y/n's neck reaching her chest and sucking on it leaving a hickey. Y/n moaned and threw her head back just as Jungkook pushed his harden length into her warm center.
Jungkook groaned as he pushed his length all the way in deepening out. Y/n had never felt this full. Her ex had said he was average but she didn’t really have anything or anyone else to base it on. All that y/n knew was that she never wanted to stop.
Jungkook started with a slow tempo letting y/n get used to his length and gently fixing his position to have his entire body on top of y/n with his arms surrounding her head. Y/n gripped his biceps as he changed his position and speed. Jungkook leaned down and quickly attached his mouth to hers as he started to speed up.
Jungkook watched as y/n completely started to let go, ecstasy and pleasure take over her body and mind. He grabbed y/n’s hair and yanked it exposing her neck as he started speeding up. Y/n moaned uncontrollably as her arm shot up to hold onto the headboard as Jungkook’s thrusts grow stronger and faster.
“Oh god Jungkook, don’t ever stop please”
Jungkook smirked as he switched his position to hit that special spot that immediately made y/n clench and find her release. The headboard banging on the wall became a rhythmical addition to y/n’s moans as she clenched around his length came undone, not even noticing that one of her legs had folded on top of his shoulder and her hand was leaving scratches on his back.
“You feel so good, your ex is an idiot if you were mines, I’d have you just like this every night screaming my fucking name”
“Oh god.” Y/n screamed before another wave of release overcame her senses.
Jungkook continued his thrusts not slowing down or showing any signs of stopping. Y/n reached and wrapped her arms around Jungkook’s neck pulling him down until his cheek was parallel to hers as another wave of pleasure quickly approached her. Jungkook groaned and closed his eyes as y/n moaned into his ear and scratched his back, the pain adding pleasure to his senses, as y/n reached another release.
“Fuck I can’t hold it in anymore.”
Jungkook came with a final thrust and a deep loud moan. Y/n’s moans softened as Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started to stop. Y/n closed her eyes and threw her head back onto the pillows, her chest quickly moving up and down as she tried to catch her breath.
“I think I died. Am I dead?”
Jungkook let out a loud laugh and slowly pulled out making sure to hold onto the condom as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed and disposing it in the trash next to his nightstand.
“You’re not dead, just properly fucked out”
Y/n turned her head and looked at Jungkook sitting on the side of the bed. Seeing his pale back and arms full of red scratches and marks cause y/n to grow red with embarrassment and immediately sit up, crossing her legs and using her arms to hide her breast from view as she suddenly started feeling shy.
“Can I use the restroom?”
“Of course it’s through that door” Jungkook points to the door on the left and stands, walking to his opened closet.
Y/n quickly got out of bed and speed walked to the bathroom closing the door gently before even turning on the light. She could hear Jungkook moving around as she glanced at her reflection on the mirror.
Her hair was hopelessly messy and her cheeks were still flushed. Moving her arms away from her chest she quickly noticed the purple marks Jungkook had left all over her chest.
She let out a long shaky breath.
"I cannot believe I just did that."
A wave of embarrassment washed over her. What had she been thinking? She just slept with a complete stranger. To make things worse she didn’t even regret it, all she regretted was that it wasn’t longer and that she wasted all that time having boring vanilla sex. It had never been that way with her ex. When they first started being intimate they’d have quick sex once or twice a week and as the years went by it quickly got filtered to only on birthdays and anniversaries.
Y/n had tried to talk to him and express her wants and needs of wanting more or to even just spice up the few moments they had, but he would just shut her down and make her feel bad for even asking for such a thing. She couldn’t believe that a man she just met had surpassed everything she ever wanted or thought of with her even having to open her mouth.
Y/n realized she had just been standing there having a mental breakdown instead of cleaning up. She quickly splashed cool water on her face before taking another deep breath and cleaning up the mess between her legs.
“I’m sweaty and gross and I didn’t even bring my clothes into the bathroom with me”
Y/n sighed and looked at herself one more time in the mirror as she tried to gain the courage to return to the room fully naked where Jungkook probably could be.
It was easy ask she would have to do was walk out, get dressed and then quickly head home. With a final sigh y/n turned the light off and stepped out into the bedroom.
Y/n stopped in her place as she realized the room was empty and the door was closed. Her clothes had been neatly folded and placed at the foot of the bed. Y/n walked towards the bed and took a moment to stare at place where she had just been with Jungkook moments ago.
As a wave of embarrassment surged through her as she thought of how carless and willing she had been in the moment. Y/n dressed quickly and began walking to the door, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions racing through her.
“He saw my underwear this is humiliating how am I supposed to look him in the eye” y/n said to herself as she left the bedroom and walked out into the living area.
Following the sound of running water, she found Jungkook standing in the kitchen with a glass in his hand. Y/n froze as she realized he had only put on a pair of sweatpants which hung low on his hips. He looked over and smiled.
Y/n walked over to the couch and picked up her purse and phone before turning towards the kitchen where she found Jungkook leaning on his arms watching her quietly.
He nodded, walking with her toward the front door.
"Thank you," she said sincerely as she put on her shoes.
Jungkook leaned against the wall, crossed his arms across his chest and looked at her questionably.
"For... everything. Mostly for being kind."
Y/n smiled and quickly turned reaching for the doorknob.
Y/n immediately stopped and turned her eyes connecting with Jungkook as he suddenly stood straight one arm lifted behind his head scratching and messing with his hair.
"You want to see me again?"
A nervous smile appeared on y/n’s face. In that moment all that came to her head was all the pain and suffering she’s been having to carry. She looked into Jungkook’s eyes and realized how gentle and sweet this man she had barely known for a day had to her. He didn’t deserve to be used and have to deal with some who was still trying to let go and move on.
Y/n had never been in a relationship before her ex and with the relationship was always more like friends or roommates than an actual relationship, and he always argued when y/n would bring up and thoughts or suggestions on how to have an actual adult relationship, so after a while she simply stopped.
She was broken and not ready to be with anyone or even give more than she had just given. Y/n knew that this was probably the first and only time she’d do something like this with a random stranger. She didn’t know much about relationships or dating, but she knew that when the time came she wanted a steady and monogamous romance.
Y/n reached out her hand silently asking for his phone, already deciding what she was going to do after looking into his dark eyes.
Jungkook quickly unlocked his phone and handed it to y/n. Y/n looked at the new contact page on his phone and quickly entered her number before handing it back.
She smiled one last time before turning away and quickly stepping into the hallway.
The taxi ride home was quiet.
Resting her head against the cool window, she watched the city lights blur together as the evening replayed in her mind.
She felt herself smile despite the lingering embarrassment and sadness that bloomed in her chest.
For the first time in weeks, her thoughts weren't consumed by the man who had left.
Instead, they kept drifting back to the stranger with warm brown eyes, an easy laugh, and a kindness she hadn't expected to find.
Maybe tonight hadn't erased the pain of the past five years, but as the taxi carried her home through the sleeping city, it felt like the first page of something entirely new.
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