First Love | 01

First Love | 01

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing

Word: 1.4k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

You enter your dorm in complete exhaustion, the door closing behind you as you drop your bag on the floor and step on the step stool to climb into bed. Sometimes you hate yourself for having picked a class that starts at eight in the morning. That would have been fine for anyone, but that only meant you have to wake up at six in the morning and be on the shuttle or bus a little after seven.

You normally wake up later, leave later, but because your first class is on the lower side of campus and the furthest, you have quite a walk to make from the drop off to the building. You really weren’t thinking of the location of the classes when you picked them.

You sigh, turning to your side. Staring at the wall in front of you, a feeling of sadness washes over you. It’s been a month since that night where you sadly cried yourself to sleep. What you have for Yoongi is only a crush, and the fact that you cried because of what you heard always made you feel embarrassed.

He doesn’t even know who you are, so why are you so hurt over it?

You close your eyes, waiting for sleep to come. Thankfully it did.

The sound of the door opening woke you from your sleep. Groggily, you turn your head towards your roommate as the door closes behind her. “You’re still asleep?”

“You’re my alarm,” you tell her, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. I stayed after classes were over to hang out with Hoseok,” she tells you, dropping her bag on her bed before taking a seat at her desk that is placed between her bed and the sink.

You froze. “How long were you gone?”

She smiles at you apologetically. “Three hours,” she tells you.

You sigh, “I’ve been asleep for four hours?”

“Let’s be honest, Y/N, you’re always sleepy, so you’ll still fall asleep on time like nothing.” You watch as Ari turns on her laptop, the screen coming to life, and goes straight to the school's website where all professors post homework and such. “You’ll be okay.”

You hum in response, climbing out of bed and taking a seat at your desk that is placed between your and Ari’s bed. “How was your date with Hoseok?” you ask her, opening your laptop and pressing the power button. “Are you two actually dating yet?”

Ari laughs, “I think we are, but I think I’ll have to ask where we are in this relationship. Thanks for introducing us.”

You frown. “I didn’t though. He walked up to us.”

“True, but you met him, and that was the greatest thing you’ve ever done for me,” she tells you, typing away at her computer.

“Why do you make it sound like everything else I ever did for you was bad.” You turn to look at her, but are still met with the back of her head.

“Everything you’ve ever done for me is the greatest and forever appreciated, but meeting Hoseok is something I don’t think I can ever repay. I’ve never seen him so passionate about dance until today. He asked me to wait for him after practice, and what I saw just left me in awe. If he doesn’t become famous for his dancing, I’ll sue.” She shakes her head.

You smile. “You really like him.”

She freezes, and because you’ve known her for years, you know she’s blushing. “I guess I do,” she tells you in a nonchalant tone. “What about you?” she changes the subject.

“What about me,” you ask, attention now on your computer.

“Are you still after Yoongi?”

Your heart sinks. “No,” you finally say.

“No?” You finally get her attention, and from the corner of your eye, you can see Ari turn around in her chair towards you.

You sigh, “You were right about his lifestyle.”

She’s silent for a moment, as if she’s taking your words in slowly. “Oh, Y/N…”

You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it. He’s Yoongi, so it’s most likely only natural for him to be the way he is,” you tell her, trying to brush off her sympathy.

“What do you plan on doing?”

You finally look to her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you going to focus solely on school, or do you want to try and look for love?” she asks.

“School is always important,” you begin, slouching just a bit, “but I want to know what it’s like to be with someone. I want to hold hands with someone and feel the butterflies when they do something.” You shake your head again. “I guess I do want to find love.” Glancing at her, you ask, “Can you help me?”

“Of course, but I don’t think I’m cut out for this.”

Cocking your head to the side, you question, “Why?”

She shrugs. “I don’t want to force you to do things that I would to get someone’s attention.” She snaps her finger in realization. “I can ask Hoseok if you want. He’s a guy, and he obviously knows what a guy wants in a girl. He’ll know how to help you find a date without forcing you to do anything you don’t want.”

“I don’t know,” you ponder. “It seems strange.”

“Can I at least ask him? Maybe he knows someone else?” You don't want to deny her offer, so you agree. This results in a smile. “Okay. I’ll let him know.”

And with that, the two of you stare at your computer screens in silence, typing away.

What you didn’t expect, the following day is for Hoseok to reply so quickly. You’re currently eating lunch in the dining hall, taking advantage of the hour and a half break you have before your next class, when Hoseok came up to you, placing his plate on the table. “I figured you didn’t want me trying to help you, so I got someone you didn’t know,” he says, taking a bite of his food.

“Already?” you ask in shock. “I just asked for help yesterday.”

Hoseok laughs. “Don’t worry, Y/N, he’s cool. He overheard my conversation with Ari and couldn’t help but ask. He’s… dated several girls before, so he knows what he wants in a relationship. He’s dated all types of girls, so he might know how to help you.”

“He?”

“Ah. You met him once. My roommate, Yoongi.”

You almost drop your spoon at his name, but you luckily catch it before anything could really spill. “Your roommate?”

“Yeah. Do you know him?” he asks, taking another bite as if he never saw you almost drop your spoon.

That’s because he doesn't know. He doesn’t know you know him, that you have—had a crush on him. He only knows you met him that one time. “No. I don’t,” you lie. More like half lied.

“Good,” he replies, quickly finishing his meal. “I’ll let him know.” He waves goodbye and leaves you alone at your table.

Your mind is racing.

Out of everyone in this building, at this school, Hoseok picks Yoongi. Out of everyone in this world, you have a crush on Yoongi. It’s like fate is playing a mean joke on you.

You lose your appetite, no longer wanting to eat. Grabbing your plate and cup, you get up from your seat and give it to the person behind the counter who continues to wash dishes without giving you a glance.

Leaving the dining hall, you make your way towards the shuttle stop where several students are waiting. You stand amongst the crowd, only waiting five minutes before the shuttle appears and you climb in. Taking your seat, you stare down at your hands.

What are you going to do? How are you going to be able to handle this without giving anything away? You’ve never been around a crush before, how are you supposed to react around him?

“Y/N?” a voice brings you out of your thoughts. Looking up, your eyes meet with a familiar pair. A pair that makes your heart stop. Unable to find your voice, you nod. “Hoseok said you needed help in getting a boyfriend. If you are, meet me in the dining hall at seven today,” he finishes before continuing down the aisle and sitting somewhere in the back of the shuttle.

Leaving you speechless and heart racing.

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First Love | 03

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing

Word: 2k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

You stare down at your phone in confusion. 

[5:29 pm] Jerk: Multi-purpose room. 9pm. 

“I thought he didn't want to meet in public?” you mumble, locking the screen to your phone before hopping into the shuttle. You take a seat at the front, sitting by the window. You can’t help but wonder what it is that he wants today—especially in the multi-purpose room where people hang out all the time.

 As the shuttle takes off, you watch the people pass by as the vehicle makes two more stops on campus before driving off campus and heading towards your dorm. The ride is rather quiet, with two or three people sitting further in the back as you listen to the melody of the song playing through your earphones.  

By the time you reach the dorms, the sun is gone, and you only have an hour to grab dinner before the dining hall closes. You're not expecting to study for so long, but with your first big exam coming up, you need to study as much as possible. Exiting the shuttle, you make your way straight towards the dining hall. After doing your usual routine: ID, food, sit and eat, you’re making your way towards your room. You check the time on your phone and can’t help but let out a sigh as you read the time. With only an hour of time to prepare before you throw yourself into the social world, you enter your room to lie in bed, your feet dangling off the edge, and charge yourself. 

“You’re going to bed already?” Ari asks, as you collapse face first on your bed. Your reply is a mumble, resulting in her saying, “What? I can’t understand you.”

You sigh, turning your head to look at her. “He wants to meet in the MPR,” you say again. 

“Oh. Ew. You have to socialize downstairs?” You let out a whiney moan in response. “What time are you supposed to meet him?” she questions. 

“Nine.”

You can see her look of disgust as she stares at you. “Who does that?” 

“Apparently him,” you tell her. “Can you text him for me and tell him I died?”

She laughs. “You think he won’t just come up here and drag you out? He is our neighbor after all.” 

“He is not that dedicated to helping me.”

“Helping you, probably not—no offence, but getting help from Hoseok just to help you? He’s beyond dedicated,” she informs.

You push yourself up, only to slide off the bed. “Hoseok is helping Yoongi just so Yoongi can help me because I asked Hoseok for help?”

You can see the slight look of confusion on her face from the way you worded the question, but she tells you, “Yeah. I told him he doesn’t have to, but he insisted, so you have to go through with this.” 

You want to tell her to have Hoseok stop. He shouldn’t have to go through such lengths just to help you, but when you remembered the excited look on his face when you asked for help, you can’t ask Ari to stop him. You run your hands through your hair. “Fine,” you mumble.

As nine creeps closer, your heart and mind race until eventually, it’s time for you to go downstairs. 

With all the courage you can muster, you leave your room with Ari giving you the thumbs up. That courage immediately dies when you reach the bottom step to the first floor. All you have to do is walk out the door, walk past the first floor laundry room, and past the mailboxes. Then you’re standing at the doorway to the MPR. When you finally exit the stairwell, the laundry room next to you with the sound of both the washers and dryers running, you can hear the large group of people. 

You feel like you’re going to throw up. Who knew that socializing would freak you out this much. It’s ridiculous. 

Taking in a deep breath, you make your way towards the doorway, but that doesn't stop your racing heart. When you enter the room, you’re not expecting this many people. Usually the room has a few people scattered around all doing their own thing, but this place looks like it’s supposed to be a club with how many people are dancing and chatting with each other. Some even have red cups in their hands. You can't help but wonder if they’re drinking alcohol since it isn't allowed with plenty of underage students. That doesn’t stop them though. It is college after all. 

“You got this,” you whisper to yourself, fists clenching as you enter the room. You’re so lost in your own anxiety that you don’t even notice the blasting music until you’re standing in the outskirts of the crowd, watching them dance. They all look like they’re having fun, and you wish you can have fun like them, but you’ve never liked parties all that much. Too many people in one place, all clustered together scares you. It makes you want to leave, and it drains you trying to speak with a few people. Even now, as you watch a boy approach you, you feel yourself draining and fighting the urge to leave. 

“Hey,” he somewhat yells over the blaring music. 

“Hi,” you force out. 

He’s rather tall, his brown hair slightly gelled backed, wearing a green hoodie and black jeans. He looks pleasant and extremely friendly. 

“I know this is so random of me to come up to you, a complete stranger, but my boyfriend is forcing me to introduce myself.” He sticks his hand out toward you. “I'm Christopher.”

You shake his hand a bit skeptical. “Y/N.” You shake your head. “Why is your boyfriend forcing you to introduce yourself to me?” you can't help but ask. 

He smiles awkwardly. “I'm trying to become an RA next year, so he's forcing me to practice my bright personality and be more friendly.” 

You nod. “Ah. Okay.”

Suddenly another person appears, a big expectant smile on his face. “How did he do?” 

“Uh… he was friendly,” you tell him. 

It seems to be all they need to hear as they chat to one another happily, seeming to ignore you after that. Giving you a sign to walk away, you quickly slip away from the excited couple and make yourself go deeper in the room, but still in the outskirts. 

Your eyes wander around the crowd, but there is no sign of Yoongi. Why did he tell you to come if he isn't even going to show up himself? You don't want to give him the benefit of the doubt, so you wait. 

That was the dumbest thing you've ever done. After standing around for almost an hour, staring at everyone like some creeper, your ball your hands into a fist. You’re fuming. “That jerk,” you whisper. Without much thought, you’re heading for the exit. 

You’re going to give him a piece of your mind when you see him again. What did you ever see in him in the first place? He’s a jerk who clearly only cares about himself. He's probably with some girl in his room. That only makes you even more mad. 

You quickly walk around the room and leave, leaving the happy and social crowd. You stomp your way past the mailboxes, past the window that shows into the small room that only contains a round table and several chairs where students study together or alone, and pass the door to the dorm supervisor before reaching the door that leads to the stairwell and the student dorms.

You pull out your ID, pressing it against the chip card reader. With the sound of a beep, you pull the door open and step into the stairwell. 

You walk up the two flights of stairs until you reach the third floor and make a right towards your hall. Before you can pass the doorway that leads to your hall, a voice calls out, “Not sociable at all.”

You jump, turning around to find the culprit. Sitting at the third flight of stairs that lead to the roof, Yoongi looks up from his phone at you, his elbows propped on his knees. After your heart slows to a normal pace, you glare at him. “Where were you? Why tell me to go to the MPR if you weren’t even going to show?” 

“I told you to arrive at the MPR so that I can see how you interact with others and how you act in a party.” He stands up, walking down the stairs until he reaches the last step. He stares down at you, hands in the pockets of his gray sweats. The way he stares at you makes your heart race. It’s ridiculous that even though you hate the way he acts since you’ve met him a month ago, your heart disobeys your thoughts and races whenever he looks at you. What are you to do? What are you supposed to do when your feelings for him still linger even though you know who he is?

He takes that final step, being one step closer to you, and forcing you to step back. He cocks his head ever so slightly  to the side. “Do you have social anxiety?”

You try to not look as shocked as you do, but you know your eyes are wide and mouth slightly open as if he caught you stealing. Are you that easy to read? How could he know? 

“What makes you think that?” you question, trying to play it off like you don’t. It isn’t working.

He crosses his arms over his chest. “A friend of mine has social anxiety. He glances at doors when he’s desperate to leave. In the MPR, I noticed you kept glancing at the door and your lips were slightly moving as if you were talking to yourself.” 

“And that gives you the idea that I have anxiety?”

“My friend does the same thing. He’ll talk to himself to keep himself from running out of that room. He doesn’t like being by himself. Everyone is different, but if I’m wrong, and you don’t have social anxiety, tell me now so that I can correct myself,” he tells you. 

“Correct yourself how?” you ask, voice not as confident as it was before.

“If you don’t have social anxiety, you’re going to a party so I can see how you flirt with people,” he answers, brow raised. 

He knows. The way he’s staring at you with that expression that just says he knows you do. If you deny his allegations, you’ll eventually end up at a party full of people trying to flirt. They’ll judge you harshly, and that is not what you want. You cross your arms over your chest, mimicking his stance. 

“Okay, so I have social anxiety, what does that have to do with anything?”

He sighs, “It means that I have to teach and evaluate everything myself. Lessons will be more private rather than me watching you and telling you what to do differently.” 

You stare at him for a moment, processing the words he just said. “Private?” you whisper. 

He nods. “We’ll be in my room a lot more that we both like,” he finishes, walking around you and down the hall towards his room. He leaves you there in complete and utter shock.  

What are you going to do? What in the world are you going to do?

You don’t have to do this. 

No one is forcing you. 

But if you were to quit, would Hoseok’s feelings be hurt because you quit?

You couldn’t do that to him.

The sound of laughter brings you out of your thoughts. You turn around and walk down the hallway and enter your room. Ari looks up from her phone, a leg dangling over her bed. 

“If I feel uncomfortable at any moment, I quit,” you tell her, with every ounce of courage you can muster. 

She nods. “Any ounce of discomfort, you quit immediately, and I kick Yoongi’s ass.” 

You let out a breath. 

You’re in for a rollercoaster.

With a lot of shops boarding up and the possibility of people doing the unthinkable, stay safe tonight

First Love | 02

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing

Word: 1.8k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

You’re conflicted. One second you’re leaving your room, and the next you’re turning around and pulling out your key to enter your room. An endless cycle of what to do. Eventually, when Ari opens the door before your key could turn, she yells, “Go!” Like a soldier, you spin around on your heels and make your way down the hall. 

The closer you get to the dining hall, the more your heart races. You’re about to meet with your crush of three years, and he is about to help you find someone else to have feelings for. Is this really a good idea? Well he doesn’t know, so it’s not like he’ll be hurt, nor will he care if you have a crush on him. He has plenty of girls to keep him company. You’re not all that important. Now with dread, you enter the dining hall. 

You hand the man your ID, eyes glancing around the dining area for a certain black haired student. There was no sign of him as the man behind the counter hands you your ID back. Walking into the next room, you grab a plate from the stack and make your rounds, gathering all foods you like. Today your plate consists of chicken tenders, fries, and a salad. With a bowl of chicken noodle. You find an empty table at the back of the room. Taking your seat, you place your phone in front of you, clicking on the Netflix app to continue your show. When everything is settled, you dig in. 

Every now and then you glance around for Yoongi, but find no sight of him. You eventually give up and keep your attention solely on your phone. When you get to your soup, a figure appears, causing you to jump out of fright. You look up, watching as Yoongi places his plate of beef stroganoff and white rice on the table in front of you. He sits down and begins to eat without uttering a word to you. 

Your eyes glance from your phone then to Yoongi in confusion. Do you ignore him and eat your soup? Do you say ‘hello’? What do you do? 

“Have you ever dated before?” he finally asks, relaxing you a bit.

“N-no,” you stutter. 

“Hook up with anyone?”

“No,” you answer, eyes glancing at the people close to you, checking to see if they heard him. Thankfully they didn’t. They were louder than Yoongi.

He nods, eyes looking out towards the sea of people eating and chatting. “Ideal type?”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. The more you think about it, the more you’re unsure. Bad boys? Guys who don’t talk to anyone and look like they have so much to tell but will never say? Guys who are sensitive? Guys who like cake? “I don’t know,” you finally confess. 

This time, as the words leave your mouth, he finally looks at you. There is a look on his face you can’t read. Irritation? Confusion?

You know the look on your face. Embarrassment. 

“You don’t know?” he questions, voice more quiet than before. 

“I’ve only liked one person since I came here, but I don’t know him,” you confess. 

“How can you like someone, yet know nothing about them?” 

“He’s out of my league,” you defend, but he’s right, it is a bit strange to have a crush on someone you honestly know nothing about. “He never talked to me, and I’m too embarrassed to say anything to him.” 

“Shy, unknown for ideal type, has a crush on someone you don’t know about.” He leans back in his seat. “I’m not gonna lie, it’s going to be hard to find someone who fits your type since even you don’t know,” he says. 

You open your mouth in protest, but decide against it. No point in arguing with him. “I’ll help you,” he begins, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, “but there are some ground rules we need to go over.”

“Rules?” What rules are there? Don’t fall in love with him? You already have a crush on him, so that might be too late.

“I teach everything, so if you have anything you’re against, tell me now.” You don’t reply. What exactly would you be against? He agreed to teach you how to gain the confidence to find a guy, so what exactly will he do that you would be against? When you still remain silent, he continues, “We will do things by my time, and a majority of it will be either in my room or somewhere else that isn’t here or school.”

“In your room?” you choke.

“I don’t want people assuming things.”

You can’t help but frown. “Wouldn’t me going in your room bring up questions?”

“No one will see you come into my room. When it’s time to meet, I’ll text you—by the way, I’ll need your number. Does Hoseok have it? I’ll get it through him,” he states, allowing you to only give a nod before he continues, “I will not teach you how to kiss. That is the one thing I will not do. Okay?” 

You can feel the heat rush to your cheeks. “Of course. I wasn’t expecting that from you.” 

He leans back in his chair. “Good.” You watch him as he gets up from his seat, grabbing his now empty plate. “When I text you later today, I want you to send me your schedule. Tomorrow we’re meeting at a bar near here so I can know more about you and get a better understanding.” 

“O-” you start, but he walks away, leaving you alone, “‘kay.” You sit for a moment, letting your food get colder by the second. Eventually, you bring yourself out of your trance and finish your dinner, starting the episode over. 

“What?” Ari’s voice rings in the room. 

“Will you keep your voice down? He’s right next door,” you hiss. 

“Hoseok never told me Yoongi would be your… guide? Mentor? Whatever. I can’t believe this is happening,” she laughs. “Out of everyone in this world, he chose the one you’ve been crushing on since we first moved in.” 

“This may be funny to you, but I’m in a difficult position, Ari,” you tell her. 

“What did he tell you?” she inquires, ignoring you as she jumps on her bed and lies on her stomach facing you. “Does he have rules?”

You roll your eyes. “He told me kissing is out.” 

“Kissing? So he’s not going to teach you how to make out with someone? How to kiss slowly at first then kiss with so much passion--his tongue brushing along yours—”

You cover your ears. “I can’t hear you. Shut up, Ari.” 

This only causes her to laugh even more and you to frown as she replies, “Okay, okay.” When you remove your hands from your ears, she asks, “Are you nervous?”

“Beyond scared. I’m trying to get over him, not keep these feelings forever while I try and look for someone new,” you sigh, resting your back along the wall as you stretch your legs out on your bed. 

“Well when do you have to meet him? Maybe give yourself some time to relax and prepare yourself before you meet up,” she suggests, propping her elbows on her bed, resting her chin on her palms. 

“He wants to meet up tomorrow.”

She gives you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, hun.” 

You groan, “Me too.” 

The following day you find yourself packing up from your last lecture, listening as the other students chat with one another and pack their belongings as well. Rather than head back to the dorms like you normally do, you practically drag yourself towards the bar Yoongi told you to meet him at. 

When you get there, as the sun begins to set, you notice that he isn’t here. Pulling your phone out of your bag, you glance at the time. You have ten minutes to spare. Finding an empty booth, you take a seat, pull out your textbook from your bag, and begin to do homework. 

It clearly feels like more than ten minutes as you finish two pages of your assignment when a glass of alcohol was placed in front of you. You look up from your work just as Yoongi takes a seat across from you. You tell yourself that you have to get used to the fact that Yoongi will be the one to help you, and your thoughts come to the agreement, but your heart doesn’t. Not even when you tell yourself to calm down, your heart races at the sight of him. 

“So,” he begins, taking a drink from his glass, “what’s your major?”

“Photography,” you mumble. 

He nods. “Do you party, drink, smoke?”

“No.” 

He stares at you quietly, and within his blank expression, you can see a slight look of shock. As if he has never met someone who doesn’t do any of those. It’s not like you don’t want to try it, but school is more important than doing things you can do when you graduate. You’re a junior now, and you really need to focus on finishing your classes and school. Even if the semester just started. 

“So you’re a bit of a stiff,” he says, taking another swig. 

Your mouth drops. “I am not a stiff,” you argue. 

“Who doesn’t drink or have fun?”

“Me.” You cross your arms over your chest. “People who are trying to do something with their life.” 

He raises a brow. “Everyone at that university is trying to do something with their life. The only difference between them and you is that they balance fun and work.” He looks you up and down. “Clearly you need to do the same.” 

“Clearly you’re a jerk.” 

He cocks his head to the side. “Do you cuss?”

“No, not really.” 

He scoffs, “No wonder. No one ever calls someone else a jerk. The word you’re looking for is ‘ass’, and I’m not. I’m just telling it like it is.” 

“How about during this whole thing, I teach you how to think before you speak,” you fume. 

His expression changes. A look you can’t tell what it is. “How about this then, princess.” He crosses his arms over his chest, mimicking you. “We skip this bickering and just do as I say.” 

“No,” you tell him, laughter ringing throughout the bar. During this whole argument, you actually forgot where you were. “How about, you teach me how to find someone, and I teach you how to act like a human being. Okay, princess?”

You don’t give him time to respond as you grab your textbook and backpack and leave him at the booth. You exit the bar and practically stomp your way towards the dorms. You would slam your door, but it closes on its own, and it takes its sweet time to close. 

Ari looks up at you as you throw your bag and textbook on the bed. “What’s up with you?”

“What did I ever see in that jerk? I hate him,” you jeer.

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