AT YOUR SERVICE | JJK — ONE
You lied about having a boyfriend at your high reunion. Now, you get kicked out from your apartment and have to move back home. On your way home, you run into your childhood best friend that you hadn’t seen for 9 years. He, of course, knows that you lied about being taken and luckily, is at your service.
friends to lovers. biker!jk ── takes place in the states! early 2000’s au. slow burn. fake dating. profanity. suggestive language. mild nudity. reckless driving!. secret relationship. alcohol consumption. substance use. jk and oc are asian-americans and code switch.
length. 5.1k
memo ᝰ.ᐟ Surprise! Surprise! Posting this a few early because I finished writing it lol. I’m so excited to share this with you guys!! I had so much fun writing this as it holds personal elements. Being born and raised here in the States, I grew up around both Korean and American culture and also speak both English and Korean at home so I thought that making the characters code switch in this fic would be fun to incorporate!!
Jk and oc’s dynamic is heavily inspired by the lead couple in the k-drama, Reply 1997, as I rewatched it recently. Anyways, I’ll stop rambling so you guys can read lol. Reblogs and feedback in the comments/my asks are appreciated! <3
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*Note: The characters in this story will be code switching. It is indicated when it happens mostly in this chapter as well as in bold as it is the first time I'm ever incorporating it. For the sake of flow, it won’t be indicated as the story goes on, so all dialogue spoken in Korean, is and will be in bold. All dialogue that is not bold, is when the characters are speaking English!*
01 — YOU'RE A WHAT?
He kicks his feet up onto the edge of his side of the desk and swings his head back slightly, biting his bottom lip with his front teeth.
The police officer glares at him after noting the arrogant look on the young man’s face, “Name.”
“Jungkook Jeon.” He had been here before countless times, it was basically routine at this point. He knew exactly what to say to get out of whatever trouble he’s in.
“Age.” The keys of the laptop keyboard clack rhythmically as the officer continues filing the report.
“28.” Jungkook’s voice holds arrogance, letting the officer sitting across from him think whatever he wanted of him.
“Address.” The officer goes through the routine questions, finding it tedious that he had to go through the same procedure for the fifth time this month. He was tired of seeing the same busted up face, the same dirty clothes and the same cocky attitude.
Jungkook takes his feet off the desk and relaxes them on the floor. He leans his upper body forward and looks at the officer until the man looks back at him. “Mister.” The officer looks up from his computer screen and that lets Jungkook continue his thought, “You know I didn’t do it.”
“You always say that.” The officer stops typing.
“That’s because I’m always the one who doesn't do it.” Jungkook smirks, knowing that the officer will let him go without finishing the report, like always.
The officer closes the laptop screen shut and exhales. “Are you going to keep this up?”
“Keep what up?” Jungkook tilts his head to the side, the smirk not leaving his face.
“Hey, you brat!” The officer raises his voice at Jungkook.
That was Jungkook’s queue to stand up from the plastic chair and walk out of the police station, like always. “I’ll be back, mister! Don’t miss me too much!” He calls out to the officer in his mother tongue and waves before disappearing behind the door of the building, until his next visit. He gets to his motorcycle parked out front and covers his head with the helmet that is hanging on the bike’s handle bar. Hopping onto the bike, he revs the engine before driving off.
The wheels of your suitcase scratch the concrete as you drag it along the sidewalk behind you and the piece of luggage wobbles while you pull it because one of two back wheels are loose. You continue walking mindlessly on the sidewalk and after holding on for almost 6 hours, the loose wheel falls off and you lose grip of the handle, dropping the suitcase with a loud thud.
“Come on.” You whine and turn around to stare down at the rectangular bag laying a bit too comfortably on the ground. It looked worn out. The corner seams of the suitcase were ripping apart, threads loose and fabric sticking up in the air. You understood why the bag finally gave out. You felt its pain. You adjust the way your purse hangs on your shoulder before squatting down to pick up the wheel that was now both split in half.
The bottom of your laptop bag hits the cement and you whine in frustration as you let the strap fall down from your left shoulder. While you are crouched down, your phone slips out of your pocket and onto the road. You are about to pick it up when a motorcycle races past and runs it over. “That fucking-.” You react and stand up to watch the bike skid to a stop a few feet away.
“Hope you bought the warranty for that.” A familiar voice calls after the driver of the bike takes off his helmet. He turns around and smirks.
It’s Jungkook Jeon.
You hadn’t seen him for what could be nine years now. He still rides that stupid motorcycle, wears that stupid leather jacket and smirks in that same stupid, annoying way.
“It doesn't cover damage, dumbass. So you better pay for that.” You chuckle.
“Sorry, babe. That’s not my problem.” He shrugs.
“I thought you would’ve gotten rid of that motorcycle by now.”
Jungkook shakes his head, now getting off of the motorcycle and walking toward you. “I could never.”
“What happened to Sam and Cody?” You ask about the friends he used to hang around with all the time.
“I don’t need them now. I’m a maverick.” He is way too cocky, just like you remember.
“You’re a what?” You needed him to repeat that, because you just couldn’t believe him.
“I’m a maverick.” He takes out a box of cigarettes and lighter from his leather jacket pocket and slips the cigarette between his lips.
You squint, noticing the bruises and cuts on his face. “Did you get into a fight again?” You ask in your mother tongue. You and him used to speak to each other in both English and Korean. Yours and his parents were all South Korean immigrants who came here when they were in high school. You and Jungkook were born and raised in the States, and had grown up around American and Korean culture.
“No. Who do you think I am? A thug?” He answers back in Korean. He switches back to English, “Anyway, what are you doing here?” He speaks through the unlit cigarette in his mouth.
“Is it so weird that I’m here?” You tilt your head to the side, looking up at him.
“Yeah, it is. You were out of here the second we graduated from high school.” Jungkook goes to light the cigarette.
You grew up in a small town on the east coast of the States. A majority of the residents in that town were either South Korean immigrants or Americans of Korean descent. Jungkook lived on the same street, a few houses down from you. You and him grew up together. You probably spent more time with him than you did with your own siblings. There wasn’t anything you didn’t know about him and he you.
You were fascinated at the sight in front of you, “You smoke now?” You continue to stare at him in awe as he just glances at you while lighting the stick of nicotine in his mouth. “You used to hate the smell.” You scoff, seeing that he’s changed a lot since you last saw him.
Jungkook inhales the smoke before removing the cigarette from his mouth and expelling the smoke. You could smell the nicotine in his breath, “Babe, I’m a man now. You still think I’m that same boy I was in high school?”
“Will you quit calling me that?” You furrow your eyebrows. “You’re still the same flirt though.” You shake your head, before remembering that your suitcase is still laying on the sidewalk.
“You better get a new carry-on. That one’s a goner.” He nags, the cigarette now back in between his lips. He lets it burn out and dangle against his lips while holding the end in his mouth with his teeth.
“If you’re not going to help, don’t nag me.” You pick up the halves of the wheel that had fallen off the suitcase. You then immediately extend your right arm backward, handing the pieces to Jungkook standing behind you out of habit. It was a reflex, muscle memory.
And of course, Jungkook also automatically takes the pieces from your hand. He puts them in his jacket pocket without thinking.
Luckily, the front wheels of the suitcase are still attached to the bag so you decide to flip it around and drag it along the rest of the way on the front wheels. You smile and look back at Jungkook who just chuckles. “What?”
“How is it that you haven’t changed one bit?” Jungkook squints while looking down at you, the early June sunlight blinding him.
You groan, testing out the front wheels to see if they roll along the cement okay. “Then did you expect me to change in the nine years that you hadn’t seen me?” You pick up your laptop bag that is still on the ground and hang the strap back on your left shoulder.
“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to still be this ugly. I thought age would do you some good. Boy, was I wrong.” Jungkook puffs out air as he puts his hands in his leather jacket pockets and turns around to walk back to his motorcycle.
You scoff and call from behind while walking and pulling the bag, “What did you do with the wheel I gave you?!”
“You better keep up or I won’t fix it for you!” He gets back on his motorcycle and puts his helmet on before revving the engine.
That was your queue to start running because you knew how fast Jungkook rode. His speed is borderline dangerous. You pick up the pace of your steps, the wheels of your suitcase slightly lifting off the ground as you run. “Who said I wanted this bag fixed, dammit.” You huff and curse under your breath as you follow behind the bike.
“You sure super glue will fix it?” You watch as your best friend concentrates and applies glue to the inside pieces of the broken wheel.
“I know what I’m doing.” He glances up at you before returning to the task at hand. He hands you the superglue, asking you to hold it for a second
You are still doubtful that the wheel will stay on the bag. You watch as Jungkook presses the halves of the wheel together with the palms of his hands. After he attaches the halves to one another and the wheel becomes whole again, he bends down and lifts the corner of your bag that was missing a wheel.
He then sees that the halves of the wheel weren’t attached to each other, but to a large piece of plastic that bridged both sides of the wheel together. “Ohhh…” He just stares at the bottom of your bag, not wanting to admit that he is wrong after bragging.
“What? Is it not going in?” You lean your body to the right and try to peer over Jungkook to see what he’s doing.
“No, it’s not that.” He finally turns his head back to look at you. “The halves weren’t attached to each other. The wheels are attached to this plastic piece.” He lifts the bottom of the bag to show you what he’s talking about.
You blink and stare at Jungkook with a blank expression. Then you kick his right calf and he falls over onto his left side. “You idiot. Now what am I supposed to do?” You puff after speaking in your mother tongue again. You grit your teeth, looking down at Jungkook who’s glaring back at you.
“Hey!” He yells while glaring at you from the ground.
“What?!” You yell back, raising your eyebrows. “What are you going to do about this?” You whine.
Jungkook exhales and looks away, “I was just trying to help! Why are you getting mad?!” He gets up from the garage floor, “This is why you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“You little-!” You slap his arm repeatedly.
“Why are you hitting me?” He tries to dodge your aggression.
“Hey, hey. Stop it.” Your older brother comes out of the house through the garage entry door and stops you from hurting Jungkook any more. “At this rate, you’ll kill him.”
“Casey, did all of my stuff get here okay?” You were surprised to see your older brother was still here. He told you that he was stopping by so you asked him to make sure the boxes you mailed home arrived in the exact condition you sent them.
“Yeah. There weren’t that many boxes. You came earlier than expected. I thought you’d be at least another hour.” Your older brother switches back and forth from Korean and English while speaking to you.
“You didn’t take anything from those boxes, right?” You squint, knowing that your brother would always steal your things. The tone of your voice slightly rises as you speak to your older brother. “You always take my things.” You always tended to speak softer to your older brother.
“I didn’t, don’t worry.” Your brother ruffles your hair before looking at Jungkook and smiling at him, “Long time, man. She’s still giving you a hard time, huh?” He continues to code switch, as that is common practice of ethnic Americans who are bilingual.
“Hey, Casey.” Jungkook nods to your older brother, “She’s exactly the same. I can’t believe it.”
You furrow your eyebrows and suck on your teeth, telling him to shut up.
Casey laughs, “I better go. Spencer’s waiting for me at his friend’s place.” He mentions that your other older brother, who’s his twin, is also in town.
“Spencer’s here too?!” You’re eager after hearing that your other older brother is here.
“Yeah, we ran into each other this morning at home. The brat didn’t even tell me he was coming.” He shakes his head, “Now I have to drop him off at JFK airport. See you later.” Casey waves before walking to his car.
“Bye.” Jungkook waves to your older brother and then looks down at you curiously. “Why don’t you ever speak softly like that to me?”
You frown and watch your older brother pull out of the driveway, “Why the hell would I talk softly to you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe then, I’d actually do things for you.” Jungkook is still holding the wheel and now sets it down on the shelf next to him.
“You do things for me regardless.” You smirk, about to tease Jungkook, “So, can you please buy me a new suitcase?” The tone of your voice rises in a cutesy way as you ask that, making Jungkook’s skin crawl. Of course, that was exactly your intention.
“You know, I can hit a girl too.” Jungkook’s fingers curl and goosebumps surface on his forearms.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?” You smile as you enjoy teasing him.
“No, I don’t. I told you to speak softly, not to make me mad.” He looked like he was about to hit something.
“Are you mad?” The conversation continues in your mother tongue and your smile doesn’t disappear from your face. You poke his cheek with your right index finger. “Are you mad?” You repeat yourself.
“You little brat.” Jungkook pushes your head forward with his hand that’s on the back of your head. Your neck bends down and you’re now staring at your feet. His hand doesn’t feel clean after touching your head, “Wash your hair.” He nags while making a disgusted face.
“Don’t nag me.” You glare at him.
Jungkook shakes his head in disappointment before leaving you alone in the garage, “See you later.”
“I don’t want to though.” You bicker with him while watching him walk to his bike parked on your driveway.
“Too bad, you will. Bye.” He switches back to English as he puts his helmet back on and drives off to his house a few down from yours.
You chuckle and grab your purse then the fabric handle of your suitcase on the top of the bag to bring it inside the house. You walk deeper into the garage and push the garage door opener mounted on the wall next to the entry door.
“Mom, I’m home!” You call for your mom.
“Hi, honey!” Your mom answers from the kitchen.
You let go of the suitcase and drop your purse on the floor before rushing into the kitchen to greet your mom. You gasp the minute you see all of the food she’s cooking. “Why are you making so much food?”
“I’m making it for you and your brothers. You’re early. I thought you’d be at least one more hour.” She says the same thing that Casey had said.
“Casey said the same thing five minutes ago.” You pick up one piece of food on the tray in front of you with your fingers and snack on it. You close your eyes as you taste your mom’s cooking again. You had missed it.
“Some of that’s for Jungkook. Can you grab a few containers from the pantry?” Your mom asks, as she had food on the stove and could not take her eyes off of them.
“Okay.” You finish chewing the food in your mouth before walking into the pantry on the other side of the kitchen. You carry out four containers and set them down on the island. “Need any help?” You ask your mom, even though she always says ‘no’.
She shakes her head and smiles at you, which then sends you upstairs into your bedroom. You grabs your bags and drag them up the stairs. The minute you walk into your bedroom, you see the five boxes that you sent here. There are two piles and the seal of the box on the top of the right pile is broken.
“I knew it. Did he take it?” You rush over to the box to see if your Girl’s Generation CD is gone and it is. You scoff and chuckle as you run your hand through your hair and puff, “Casey!”
The sound of the landline phone in your bedroom interrupts you from getting any more annoyed than you already are. You pick up the cordless phone from the charging dock on your nightstand and answer it after reading the phone number on the small screen. “My mom’s sending you food. She probably thinks you starve.” You know exactly who it is so you don't need to go through the usual introductions.
You hear Jungkook chuckle, “I’ll get it later.” You hear him groan while talking to you, “I’m busy, let’s talk later.”
“You called me.” You remind him while listening to him groan in pain, “Are you working your abs right now?”
“Yeah.” Jungkook now sits up from the floor. “Why? Do you want to see?”
“You crazy-,” You roll your eyes even though Jungkook couldn’t see you. “Why would I want to see your abs?”
“Well I can tell you right now, it’s awesome.” Jungkook looks down at his body and admires his progress.
“Whatever. Casey took my SNSD CD.” You change the subject. “Can I borrow yours?”
“Can’t.” Jungkook now stands up from the floor with his cell phone to his ear. “Gave it to my ex-girlfriend.”
“Traitor. You know that I gave you my extra copy in case I lost mine. How could you give that to her?”
“Sorry.” There is little sincerity in his voice. “Did you go to the reunion?”
“Yeah. Everyone misses you.” You catch your best friend up on what he missed.
“I was popular in high school.” He gloats, remembering that he’s popular with the ladies.
You don’t respond to that as you aren’t amused.
“If you’re as good-looking as me, you get to gloat.”
You scoff, “You were popular because you rode a motorcycle. Not because of your looks.” You fill him in on the secret of his popularity, though what he said is also true. The girls in your class would always say that he’s handsome, but you never understood why.
“Stop lying. You know I’m right.”
“Bullshit.”
A few days later…
“Who is that?” Jungkook frowns at the picture on your computer screen from your bed.
“Ok Taecyeon from a new k-pop group called 2PM. They’re with SM Entertainment and debuting in September.” You’re all googly-eyed, staring at the picture on the screen with your right cheek resting in your right hand that’s propped up by your elbow on your desk.
“He’s not even that good-looking.” Jungkook shakes his head and leans back into the wall, going back to the comic book in his hands.
“What do you know?” It’s now your turn to frown.
Jungkook drops the open comic book on his lap face-down and leans forward again. His right hand is palm-up under his chin as his eyes widen, “Look at my face. Good-looking people acknowledge each other. He’s not good-looking, trust me.” He throws the book off of his lap and onto your bed. Inching toward the outer edge, he speaks again. “And you do know that he’s like 8 years younger than us. He’s only 20, he’s a kid.”
“Says the guy who still can’t even do laundry properly at 28 years old.” You switch tabs on Safari on your iMac, now looking at job listings.
"I do know how to do laundry." He stares at you, once again, letting you know that 'he's a man'.
"Yeah but I had to teach you how."
“Whatever. Is this your new phone?” Jungkook reaches over to your nightstand where your new dark red LG Chocolate 2 is resting. He picks it up and slides it up to open the keypad, nodding his head.
“Yeah, no thanks to someone.” You remind him that he had crushed your old phone with his bike tires just a few days ago. You just picked the new phone up this morning at the store. “I loved my old Chocolate phone.” You glare at Jungkook because you were forced to part with it.
“This is so much better though.” He plays around your phone like it’s his. “It has a touch screen and everything.”
“I guess.” You are concentrating on trying to find a new job so you don’t really pay attention to what he’s doing. “I got a new number. Put yours in.”
Jungkook laughs, having fun playing your new phone. After about five minutes, he gives you your phone.
You take it from him and see that he’s the only contact in your phone aside from your home phone number. Noticing that he saved his contact name is “Handsome JK”, you roll your eyes. “You’re kidding, right?”
He looks up from his cell phone, “What? It seems like you don’t know that I’m good-looking so every time I call or text you, you’ll be reminded.” He smiles only with his mouth, immediately relaxing his face after his lips curl.
“No, thanks. I’m good.” You edit his contact name to remove the word ‘handsome’ so now it’s just ‘JK’.
“Ugh, it’s hot.” He pinches the neck of his t-shirt and fans his chest with it to cool himself off. “Can you turn on the air?”
“It is on.”
He groans before taking off his t-shirt. Throwing it on your bed next to him, he runs a hand through his hair and stands up.
You glance his way but immediately avert your eyes. “Hey. Hey.” Your left hand covers your eyes.
“What?” He didn’t see the problem but then looks down at his abs and laughs, “It’s awesome, right?”
“Can you put your shirt back on?” You don’t make eye contact with him, still hiding behind your hand.
“I don’t want to.” He lays down the rug in between where you were sitting and where your bed is. His hands are on his head and he starts doing crunches.
“Seriously?” You watch him work out on your bedroom floor with blank eyes.
“Don’t mind me. Do what you gotta do.” He speaks through his reps. He goes through the rest of his reps and is now in a plank position to do push-ups.”
“Go home.” You grab the Hello Kitty doll that was on your desk and throw it at him. It bounces off of his back and lands on the floor next to him but he continues to work out as if nothing happened.
“I don’t want to.” He finishes his last push-up and stands up. He picks up the Hello Kitty doll and sets it down on your nightstand. “I’m sleeping over.” Jungkook smiles and sits back down on your bed. He goes back to the comic book he was reading earlier, still without a shirt on.
“Why? Just go home.” You get up from the chair and grab the Hello Kitty doll to pick it back on your desk.
“I thought you’d be scared all by yourself.”
“I’m 28. I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine.” You blink and look at him with dumfounded eyes.
“Fine. It’s me. I’m home alone tonight.”
You exhale, “So? You said it yourself, you’re a man now. Why would a man be scared to be home alone?”
He grits his teeth, annoyed. “Who said I’m scared? I came home for the first time in a while, but I’ve been eating dinner alone for the past three days. I don’t like it.”
“Because you think about your dad?” You didn’t have to ask him why. Ever since high school, whenever he was home alone, he’d come over saying that he didn’t like being by himself as he would suddenly be reminded of his dad.
Jungkook’s dad passed away when you were kids. His mom remarried a nice man with a son two years younger than him ten years ago. His mom’s new husband and his step-brother moved into Jungkook’s house shortly after that. But even then, whenever Jungkook is home alone, he doesn’t like it. Because his memories with his dad in that house are still vivid.
Jungkook nods and exhales.
You follow and exhale too, “Fine. You can stay. Can you go downstairs and boil some water for ramen? I’m just going to wash my face, I’ll be right down.”
“You always make me cook the ramen.” He grumbles.
“Or you can go home.” You raise your eyebrows.
“Boil water, got it.” He stands up from your bed and walks toward your bedroom doorway when you stop him.
“Your shirt.” You let him know that he was still half-naked.
He sighs and walks back to put his shirt back on. “Happy?”
You smile, “Thank you.” You now get up from the desk chair and tie your hair up in a bun with the hair tie that was on your wrist. “And for the ramen-!” You call to Jungkook who is now going down the stairs.
“I know! No egg and put in mushrooms and scallions!” His voice fades out as he reaches the bottom of the staircase. “Girl, I’m not stupid.”
You could hear the end of his thought. You shake your head while walking to the bathroom attached to your bathroom.
Even though this isn’t the first time you are eating his cooking, you were in awe every time. Every single time, he would screw up. “Why did you put in the egg again?” You ask while you take some ramen from the pot in between you and him and put it into your bowl.
“I wanted it. I didn’t break it so the soup isn’t thick.” He takes the soup ladle and gives you some soup so that the noodles aren’t too dry.
“At least you put in the mushrooms and scallions this time.” You were happy with just that.
“That time, I didn’t have any mushrooms or scallions at home.”
You don’t respond and put a chopstick-full of noodles in your mouth. The noodles aren’t too soggy, which is exactly how you like them.
“I wanted to say ‘hi’ to Spencer that day. How is he doing?” Jungkook asks about your second older brother.
“I talked to him that day after I hung up with you. He’s fine. He ran into our dad last month. Apparently, our dad apologized and said that he regrets everything, again.”
“Are you okay?” Jungkook checks on you. Something that he’s done every now and then.
“This isn’t the first time we’ve heard that from our dad.” You avoid your best friend’s eyes.
“Still.” He knew that every time you heard that, it affected you.
“I’m just tired of his excuses and empty apologies, you know.” You look up at Jungkook who stopped eating to make sure you’re okay. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you’re not okay.” His voice softens. It was weird seeing Jungkook like this because you had forgotten about that side of him.
“It’s no big deal.” You breathe deeply and pick at the noodles in the bowl with your chopsticks.
Your dad had left you, your mom and brothers when you were in high school. It was just after Jungkook’s mom got remarried. Among you and your brothers, Spencer was the most affected by your dad leaving. Spencer was the closest with him and is the only one out of the three of you who still keeps in touch with your dad.
And ever since then, Jungkook always made sure you were okay. He knew that talking about your dad is a sensitive subject.
11:00 PM
“Where are you going?” Jungkook is confused why you were leaving your bedroom. He’s wearing Casey’s old t-shirt and sweatpants.
“I’m going to sleep in Casey’s room since you’re sleeping in here.”
“Sleep in here. I’ll take the floor.” Jungkook invites you back into your room, not wanting to put you out.
“Are you crazy? We can’t sleep in the same room.”
“Why not?” He didn’t see anything wrong with that.
“Because we’re not five anymore. We’re both adults now.” You raise your eyebrows, letting him know that if you two sleep in the same room, it’d be dangerous.
“I won’t bite.” He shrugs.
You groan, walking back into your room and toward the bed. You open the covers and get underneath them.
Jungkook grabs the cushion on your desk chair and the teddy bear throw blanket on the ottoman behind your desk. He throws both down on the floor on top of the rug and walks towards the door to turn off the light. After getting settled, he lays on his back with his arms bent in an overhead position and hands in between the back of his head and the cushion on the floor.
“Isn’t the floor uncomfortable?” You peer down, hugging your stuffed teddy bear.
Jungkook turns his head to his right and looks up at you. He notices the old teddy bear in your arms, “I can’t believe you still sleep with that. When will you grow up?”
“Shut up.” You pout, turning back over onto your back. You now stare at the ceiling, “How come you didn’t reach out once during the past nine years? Was it because of what happened back then?”
Jungkook also stares at the ceiling, “What about you?”
“Well…” You don’t know how to answer that.
He breathes, “It wasn’t because of what happened back then.”
“Then why?”
Jungkook doesn’t answer your question for the same reason you didn’t answer him. There’s a pause before it’s his turn to speak again, “I know you lied at the reunion about having a boyfriend.”
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