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[leaderwon]

HATE THAT...

Chapter 5 - you yap so much

Synopsis :- In a world where lovers are destined and written by fate, You hated the idea of a soulmate, or maybe you just hated him. Jake wanted a soulmate, a lover to be with for the rest of eternity. Just not you. Not wanting eachother, the both of you occupy yourself with someone else. But the universe had other plans.

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[eyoungseo]

[ SUNGHOON MOODBOARD POETRY ]

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[engeneperdida]

Jake is a work of art, sculpted by angels

[rtctr31]

AUTHORS NOTE

Hello and welcome to "COME, KISS me and BITE me : The Series"!

Before you begin reading this story, may I please remind you that this is a FICTION and therefore based only on my imagination. Some events, names and places may appear but with a few alterations. This is not supposedly to be purely based on real life and be 100% accurate. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Since this is an Enhypen story, and I have mentioned for minors to not interact. Please know that there will be NO MINOR RELATED SMUT until such time that ALL members are of legal age.

For your information, the government of South Korea considers 19 years old as their legal age. Whilst, the government of Japan considers 18 as its legal age. As a compromise, no smut will b e written about minor members until they are at least 19 or 20 years of age.

In this story there are mentions of blood. So please, I have warned you.

As for the setting of this story, the question is not where, but when. The story is set in 3023, also known as the future. In this story, the world is unified under the United Nations all countries except for North Korea. As you read the story, the "lore" of the world will be revealed to you.

This fic is a Y/n fic Female X Enhypen. But, I also planned to release a Male reader X Enhypen in the future, with the same plotline but with a few twists. As to why I cannot make it a Gender Neutral Fic, well you'll see once you read it.

So without further ado;

COME

[yunsbunnie]

fwb!jay who always wears his glasses around you because he knows how much you love watching your own reflection through the metal frame.

pairing : fwb!jay x fem!reader | warnings : finger sucking, smut, groping, riding | wc : 946 | note : might be my favourite one so far? there’s just something about jay w pretty glasses…

jay seemed to always find himself in the same situation, not that he was ever complaining. there was just something so captivating about the way your body reacted to yourself- the way your pleasure was almost dependent on the way you looked through another person's gaze.

that may be the very reason why he always comes running to you instead of the other girls you’ve heard about. if there was one thing that you’ve learned since you started hooking up with jay all those months ago was that your self confidence was what got him off- you just happened to feel the same way.

his lip was between his teeth as you continually bounced against his cock, your cunt sucking him in over and over again. it felt like you were made for him, his cock being the perfect size to hit all the right spots. 

jay pulled his hands away from you, arms bending at his elbows as he used one finger to push up his glasses. a smallc but inevitable, smirk caught on his lips as he watched your eyes follow the movement, noting the way your hands tensed by your side.

it wasn’t that Jay didn’t need his glasses, his eyesight actually being below average without them. But he tended to avoid wearing them, his irritation towards the lense stronger than his desire to actually see.

but when he was with you, they never seemed to leave his face. jay knew how much you loved his glasses, compliments always spilling from your lips as soon as you walked through the door. 

jay also happened to know the main reason behind your obsession. 

he noticed it after the first few times you made him keep them on, the way your eyes would remain glued to the metal frame. it was different than what he was used to, people always tending to be unable to look away from his glistening chest. 

but with you it was different, a difference that started jay's obsession with you.

he’d watch as you stared at yourself in the reflection, his dark eyes tracing your body as you moved sensually on top of him.

his head would fall back as he felt the way your hips sped up against him, the way your noises grew louder as your eyes locked onto the way you looked with your hands groping your own chest. 

“your glasses are really pretty.” You didn’t try hiding your ogling, your teeth gnawing on your body lip as your mind spiraled down a needy path of lust. you were unable to look away from your body, your curves highlighted by the bad lighting coming from jay’s desk.

you didn’t care too much about the way he looked, after all- he was nothing more than your accessory. he was there to make you look better, to feel better. 

“they’d be much prettier on you.” jay's voice came out barely above a whisper, the glasses sliding off his face as he inched his hands closer to you.

he gently took a hold of your chin, his other hand pushing his glasses onto your face. his hands moved to push your hair back as soon as they sat secure on the bridge of your nose. 

“i was right,” He leaned forward, his nose brushing yours as his thumbs smoothed down your hair, “so. fucking. beautiful.” his lips pressed kisses along your knuckles between every word.

his gaze moved from your confused one up to the spot yours was always drawn on. his reflection wasn’t as clear to his own eyes, his eyesight blurry with random rays of light due to his even worse astigmatism. 

but he now knew exactly why you loved it so much. he could see his entire body through the metal, his tensed stomach producing prominent shadows in a pleasant way. 

his eyes flickered to your darkening eyes once before he continued his kisses along your knuckles, the only difference was that his eyes were now attached to the way his lips looked whilst pressing against you. 

the smacks in his ear from the wet kisses made it all more real, he couldn’t stop. he then moved on to your fingertips, a delicate peck pressed against each one. 

he then did something that he’d only ever seen you do, he took your finger in his mouth. your jaw fell open at the unexpected action, your breath caught in your throat as his tongue swirled around your index finger. 

having been too focused on yourself you failed to notice the way he looked whilst getting pleasured, he truly was one of the most alluring people you’ve come across. 

you weren’t sure if the rapid beating of your heart was because of your sudden revelation- or because of the way he was making your core heat up. 

a wet sound, one that sounded eerily similar to the sound you make while sucking his cock, left his lips as he pulled back. the sound left a tingling feeling in his chest as he felt himself getting harder than before, his eyes meeting his own reflection once more before he pulled his glasses back on.

“will you let me make you feel good?” you didn’t need more than s glance at his rosy cheeks before you nodded your head, your back hitting the bed as you spread your legs for him.

even with him pushing your knees over his shoulder you still couldn’t shake the vision of him out of your head. and for the first time ever, you watched him instead of yourself- your finger pressed between your own lips as you mocked the motions his tongue made against you.  

[yeoniia]

⚝──⭒─ [22:21]

He began placing soft kisses along your jaw and then stopped infront of your lips. He looked into your eyes, his gaze full of affection and possessiveness. “You know how much i love and care for you sweetheart. I just want you all to myself . Can you blame me for that?” whispered husband heeseung!

[glitterjay]

MASTERLIST

guide: | 🧾 smut | ☁️ fluff | 🗞 angst | 📋 smau | 💭 thoughts

— 이희승 LHS :

(🧾💭) thought

(🧾) staring contest

(🧾) car sex

(🧾) dom hee with naive reader

(☁️) popular heeseung

(🧾) spelling

(🧾) tease

— 박종성 PJS :

(🧾) manspreading

(🧾) after concert sex

(💭) thought

(🧾☁️) reaction to safe word

(🧾) needy text

(🧾) live

(🧾) idol jay

(☁️) meeting your mom

(🧾) gynecologist

(🧾) girl dad husband

— 심재윤 SJY :

(🧾) picnic date

(🧾) good girl?

(🧾) ride

(🧾) loser boyfriend

(🧾) situationship

(🧾) finger sucking

(🧾💭) thought

(🧾) drunk sub jake

(🧾) finger sucking pt.2

(🧾) tickling

— 박성훈 PSH :

(🧾) make out session

(🧾) thought

(🧾) vacation

(☁️) equitator boyfriend

(🗞) i guess i loved you

(🧾) getting caught

(🧾) gynaecologist

(☁️) bodyguard

— 김선우 KSN :

(☁️📋) soft launch pt.1 | soft launch pt.2

(☁️) cuddly sunoo

(☁️) meteor shower

— 양정원 YJW :

(🧾💭) thought

(🧾) needy

(📋☁️) lover boy

(🧾) smut

— 西村 力 NRK

(🗞) insecurities

(☁️) boyfriend

ㅤㅤ ○  ㅤ𝆬ㅤㅤbrought here ㅤ✿ㅤby fateㅤ‵ㅤ  ㅤ ⁠˶

— enhypen :

(🧾) shower sex

(🧾) ass or tits?

(🧾) small boobs

(🧾) big boobs

(☁️) chuby s/o

(☁️) when s/o is sick

(🧾) riding them until they cry

(🧾) idol!enha x fan!reader

(🧾) nerdy enhypen

(🧾) sub enhypen

(🧾) overstimulating hyung line

(☁️) reaction to s/o having a nightmare

(🗞) reaction to s/o taking off engagement ring

(☁️) pranking enhypen

(🧾) pillow princess

(🗞) cold boyfriends

(🧾) poly (jakehoon)

(🧾) poly (jayke)

enhypen as loves tropes master list

if you’re a minor reading this, please, please, please (!) do not interact with anything labeled as smut (☆) as it is nsfw content. there will be sfw things such as one shots, fluff, and some angst that you will be able to read ! but please don’t get into anything out of that list. it is okay for you to request things as well for the categories listed (outside of smut, ofc) but don’t go against my boundaries. i am and will try to include everyone that reads my work, but you have to respect me as well.

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NAHH litterally me ;)

[lovely-yunashane]

Arranged Marriage

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SYNOPSIS: Living a life like a freedom has already taken away from you, when your parents thinks it's better for you to have a family already at the age of 25, and arrange you with a famous model named sunghoon, but your parents don't know that he have a girlfriend already, and and it's the big problem you have in your marriage.

PAIRING: model!sunghoon x influencer!-fem!reader

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A NOTE: Sorry for not updating for a while, life is sucking me up lately but I will still try to update you guys :))

[j4y-lvr]

day flower … park jongseong

SYNOPSIS. bent over the sink, coughing up petals and blood, you knew that your worst fears had come true.

PAIRING. jay x fem!reader

GENRE. fluff, angst, lovers2?, established!relationship (?), hanahaki au

WARNINGS. profanity, mentions of food, mentions of blood, quite a lot of kissing, possibly making out (?), one mention of loss of weight, graphic, mcd(?), death(?)

WORD COUNT. 5.3k

NOTE. i just wanted to write something sad and i came up with this,, idk why i chose jay to fit my mental image of this bc its so saddening to even imagine— EVEN THOUGH ITS SAD PLS DO READ😭‼ thoughts on an alternative ending? update:: I MADE ONE: !! ALTERNATE ENDING. !!

Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated!

i. the bud blooms

At the ripe age of 12 you were sent away with your mother after a preceding divorce bought with complexities and the drop of niceties. This, however, was your chance  at a fresh start or whatever your mother bullshited about when you knew you'd nonetheless be a burden to her.

Maybe she was prepping you to put up with her never coming home nor checking up on you as time passed. With no real restrictions you spent your time outside after school and by the field of daffodils you found after a hike up the crest of a low hill.

A google search on the then simplistic site displayed that daffodils symbolise new beginnings, quite accurate given your situation. Much hadn't changed now as only the site was cleaned up to look mod and appealing but the information remained.

On the sole field you met a boy. Dark hair brooding his lowered eyes, and he wore nothing but a tiresome look on his face. He stepped forward and scrunched his nose in annoyance at the sight of  you, an intruder to his scarce peace. "ugh, whatever, just stay on that side of the field and don't disturb me,"  With no one to tell you when to not bother someone, you did exactly that, eventually getting him to gleam a boyish smile at you.

Just like the search engine viewing your answer, that boy, jay, seemed to have an answer for almost everything. Smart and logical, would always rationalise with himself and was punctual with his timings at the gripping age of 13. Not once had he been late when you’d inquire to meet him the very next day, finding him at his usual spot, grimacing at the withered flowers. His punctuality and love for flowers (?) scared you, either he was messed up in the head or he'd been expected to act like an adult for the majority of his life, to live up to his parents expectations.

He wandered to these fields for his lonesome mind to sing to some melody of a song you didn't know, caressing the petals of the varied and wilting flowers. You accompanied him with a sketchbook in hand, your hands at work, your ears to his humming and occasional tunes with no comments or interruptions. You had not a thread attached with his absolute, practical life, and that's what he grew to enjoy as he sang you sweet songs and admired the minimalist beauty of flowers for hours together before he vanished back the trail he hiked up.

A decade long later, he stood the same punctual, intellectual, stellar citizen as his facial features  matured and took a dark yet captivating bloom while he sobered from a teen to a young adult. Now the heir of his grandfather's company, he revelled in the success of his grandfather's business. To say he grew would be an understatement, rarely ever flashing you that lovable boyish grin, never to sing his silly little tunes in front of you again.

You weren't one to pry, years into your first ever relationship with your first love and beyond afraid to lose your loose yet stitched in place frail, threaded red heart the two of you share. The photobook stared upon you, urging you to reminisce about your uneventful past filled with mostly jay. The current times didn't get any exciting either, you painted and attended exhibitions, the usual smile carried on your peach tinted lips at the guests and those interested in buying your pieces.

Contrary to this, jay barely made it home, cooped up in his office all day everyday, allowing himself to come home merely upon completing his work. You didn't mind really, the two of you went out, spoke to each other often, and were happy. This while around, he had been distant for a week or two, his longest record of shutting you out till date. You figured he was exhausted mentally and gave him the space though you wished to circle in his arms and breath wistfully.

You veered your attention to the pages and stopped on one of jay, sat beneath the tree near your old, broken, rundown house, looking into the farther distance, admiring the view, and so were you at the time, etching each feature of his delicately put together face, ingraining it in your mind, taking out your then new but now ancient camera to capture the spectacle.

You grin at the photo stuck, your orbs drifting to the messy lyrics he'd written in english to match the mood of the moment, this particular one that of your favourite song till date, one that he used to sing you to sleep.

"what are you looking so fondly at," uttered jay whose presence you failed to recognise in the room, his exasperated expression making you almost coo at him. You patted on the bedding beside as he followed, crossing your painting that you'd left to dry for hours ere.

"our photo book," you replied gaily, surprised to see him speaking to you after weeks, instinctively reaching for his cheek and staring into his eyes to find the very night sky in them, to find them gleaming right at you, the type stars would beam before they went out. A mesmerising yet sad beauty.

His gaze flickered from your soulful eyes and he glued his sights to the photo and hummed in agreement, "i guess i've always looked this good," he finished the tire in his vocals evident with a slight snicker. You shifted closer to him on the bedding which you wrinkled in the process, "you always have," you completed, pulling him closer by the hand that cupped his cheek.

You drawled yourself up to his level, running your thumb back and forth on his soft skin while your other hand ran through his soft hair, watching as he watched you with this solemn look you couldn't put a finger on. You smiled wider and hovered your lips over his as you ultimately gave in to his alluring presence and pressed your soft lips to his in a desperate yet sweet manner.

He hummed from bewilderment and slinged an arm around your waist, inching the distance closer than possible, tilting his head further and into you as he danced with your lips. You pulled away and gasped, blinking as bliss hit you, wondering if it could get any better than this? You drew away and slotted your lips on his again, covering his frantic yet slow lips, kissing him passionately, emptying out your heartfelt sentiments in the shared motion. 

You climbed off and undid his tie and the first button of his dress shirt and told him to wash up, getting to your feet, fetching him comfortable clothes and a glass of water to drink. He changed into them after washing up and sat back down on the mattress, back pressed to the headboard, the glass coming in contact with his lips that stained yours not long ago.

He glugged the cool water down his throat and set the now empty glass on the bedside table, your hand ruffling his hair as he yearned for your lips to confirm his doubt, tugging down and setting his lips against yours to feel the emotion again as you relaxed into his warm touch after a long day. 

He separated the connection as a string of saliva drew apart and suspended, a sigh of what you thought was content from jay as he flopped to the soft matting underneath him. A pit settled in his stomach and he felt guilt. He chose to ignore the feeling and set his eyes to a close.

You joined him, clinging onto him, kicking on the blanket to yourself and snuggling into his shoulder with a grin. Jay forcefully shut his eyes with a wince he hoped you'd miss it and placed his hand on your waist. Jay pretended to sleep as you hiked up on your elbow, leaning to press a peck to his forehead and mutter, "i love you."

Truth be told, jay sighed out of worry than content.

ii. blossom

You gotten used to the sight of jays absence when you awoke from your prolonged slumber, even the days you rose as early as 8, he’d be out the door, bidding you goodbye as he tucked in the loop of tie and tighten it around the collar, patting you on the head before bolting out the door and zooming off in his vehicle.

He’s been distant but never avoiding, and that's what you felt like he was doing this time; avoiding. As painful as it was to accept the fact that he had been avoiding you for the past week was hurtful. Yes, he was out and at work, he hadn’t stepped foot in the house since a week, nor would he receive your calls, excusing himself through text messages shorter than 5 words.

Time you made him show up yourself. 

You spent almost the entire day prepping your setting, going as far as decorating and cooking something you saw online which ended up pretty decent. Now, all you needed was to lure jay like a wasp to light. You picked up your cell, dialling his number, your throat feeling rather scruffy as you coughed on the ringing line to soothe the uncomfortable sensation.

“did i work too hard for this, i feel my throat closing up,” you mumble, waiting for the line to connect, the mere automated voice blaring through your ear canal causing you to hang up and opt to text him. “come home, its an emergency,”

Not the best, but surely it’d do the trick, and in an hour's time, jay showed up, panting as he bolted the door open, “where's the fire!” he shouted, standing in the common room, across your resting figure on the couch. You yelped and got to your feet, rushing over and placing both hands over your heart, “here.”

His expression morphed from his initial shock to confusion and to anger. He should've seen it coming as it was February the 14th, Valentine's day. Discarding the tie to his fist, he stared you down with menacing eyes, making you gulp down the present discomfort in your throat, your fearful yet expectant orbs gazing into his raged one.

“i’m really trying to control myself,” “good, we haven’t even started,”

With his tongue poking the side of his cheek from annoyance, you led him to the backyard where a table was set from your preparation and he seemed surprised at the notion, and his mouth slitted open as you hauled the piping hot dish towards the meagre wobbling metal table that withheld the dishes well, allowing you to take a seat opposite of jay.

The look in his eyes was penetrating, feeling your throat close in more as you coughed uncontrollably prompting him to hand you a glass of water, glued to his seat as he observed you heave up and down before the hectic coughing subsided and you felt the air reach your nostril and travel without a hitch to your lungs.

“sorry, i, uh, made us dinner,” you conveyed, forcing a wide smile while overlooking your fit of spontaneous fits of coughing, “i can see that,” he responded sternly, beginning to serve the food onto both plates, his eyes not letting up the cold act for a millisecond, like he almost meant it.

You picked at your food, staring at him eat wordlessly, the irritation in your throat causing you to gag and wince every now and then before you mustered to pierce through the tension filled atmosphere, “did i do something wrong?” The resounding clang of the utensil to the plate made you straighten your back, “no, i’m just upset over the fact you had to lie to get me here,” he paused, drifting off into a daze, “i haven’t come home in a while, i know,”

He shifted away from your constraint, locking eyes with his meal and eating the plate clean, “you’ve gotten better at cooking,” he commented, shutting his eyelids and leaning back on the cold metal of the chair, waiting for you finish your respective meal, making you swallow down the larger chunks in haste. You stood to your feet, the ordeal leaving a metallic taste in your mouth. The chair scraped back, you collected the dishes and placed them in the sink, the unsettling pit in your stomach only digging deeper with the irking sensation in the back of your throat growing ratched.

You went to bed with a heavy heart, his back facing yours as he wordlessly drifted to slumber, leaving you to your consuming thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, he really was exhausted. You shouldn't have been so disapproving of him for his mental absence.

Either way, your plan was an absolute failure.

The sun rose inevitably and jay arose to his right, feet planted on the rugged flooring, remaining sat on the bedding, heaving a loud sigh. He peered over his back to sneak a peek at your asleep state. The way your eyes were clamped shut and your brows furrowed with a strong pout spoke enough of your nightmare and jay exhaled into his palms away from you.

He'd hate to break your heart but he'd hate to lead you on even more. He couldn't bring himself to feel the same anymore, his emotionality drained and his sentiments aside, he felt guilt to have wronged you. He felt like a shitty person every morning to face your innocent stature suffocating him in wallow. So, every morning, he left before you awoke to stop the aching in his wilting heart.

The dip in the mattress rises as he does, stepping disheartedly to the bathroom to start his mundane routine. The shower head shoots water as his hair dampens, his sole salty tears mixing with the overhead resource, tears drowning in silence. You stir awake with your throat suffocatingly sore to the point where swallowing water was excruciatingly painful.

The small clock on the bed side table ticked with faint clicks, the hour handle clocked at 7 with the longer needle on 40 as the splinter-like needle spun periodically. You coughed, finding it hard to breathe, the itching sensation increasing as you felt something will up your throat, your hand bracing your mouth in a clasp. 

Mustering out the strange discomfort inducing object, you coughed out a petite, white petal, accompanied with a sized spot of blood painting its own canvas— your palm, per se. Observing the viscous liquid the upside length of your hand, you begin to feel nauseous, ripping the blanket off you and grasping your neck from pain.

You separated the petal from the splash or crimson, clutching it in your free hand as jay made his way over to you, draped in a bathrobe, ushering your tained palm inspect. He grimaced at the sight of blood staining your palm, his thumb instinctively finding your cheek rubbing it of what he attempted to seem affectionate. 

Tears pricking your orbs, you urged forward and wrapped your arms around him merely to be held away from his hold with a jerk, making you gape clueless. "it'll stain," he reminded, though he'd pushed you for other reasons he couldn't have the guts to come clean too.

Wiping your eyes dry, you stepped away from him and washed away the substance while jay suited up for work. You left the premise and returned to where jay buttoned his shirt hastily. You strode up to him and finally found yourself in his hesitant hold, peering up to him with glossy eyes. 

He sighed into your face, his arms tightening around you as you hiked to his eye level in your tiptoes to press a peck to his lips. You approached forward and pecked his lips, to confirm your growing doubt. You readjusted to kiss him, parting your mouth only for him to pull you back once again with another excuse. 

"you haven't brushed your teeth yet," he delivered with a soft tone, running his hand down your bed hair. It stung. Not just your throat, your heart, years ago into your relationship you'd made out plenty of times with a nasty breath and none of you seemed to mind. He really was making… excuses. 

The flowers, the blood—him avoiding you, your fleeting touch— most importantly, he began to ignore your feelings for him. 

Jay was falling out of love with you.

iii. grow thorns

Desperate. That's what you felt coursing through your veins as you curled into a ball on the carpeted floor in the empty residence, jay long gone on a business trip to wherever. Upon your gruesome piecing together, you felt despair and spent most of your time wallowing in streams of tears.

It was March and you laid sick in bed, occasionally leaving to fulfil your regular duties as a human while completely neglecting physical activity and socialising, not like you were good at either but this case was extreme. The same boy you felt deeply connected to, the boy who made you understand what love felt like, the boy who showed you true love—which your parents always failed to accommodate— was also the boy who'd crumble your fragile beating soul to rubble.

Your first petals you coughed were once pea size petals that gradually turned into full fledged, grown petals, heaving up your trachea, branches growing in your lungs making it all the much harder for you to breathe. In arounv a week's time, was your anniversary with jay. It'd be foolish to think he'd just take you back like that after the answer of unrequited love stood from your lungs. 

Perhaps if he broke your heart a second time, you would be convinced and mercilessly succumb to the inevitable.

You kept the petals you threw to a side, setting up a fresh canvas and painting a blank later for white onto it. Unsure of what to paint, you stood contemplating what you were even doing in the first place but the thought of gifting it to him seemed motivating and so you began.

Strokes of wet paint slapped onto the once pearly white canvas, skilledly sketching with your brush the outline of your objects, filling in the remnants of white into the backdrop of the portrait. It wasn't over till it was, eventually over. The faint lines of your boyfriend became clear and so had your mind. You knew what your next change of plan would be.

Jay returned around two weeks later and by then your health had declined and the loneliness merely increased. Hesitant to speak to you, you took the hint and mainted your distance as well, only interacting when needed as he used the spare bedroom to rest. Indeed,.t hurt to think that he found it hard to even sleep next to you but you weren't going to take it till he uttered the words himself.

Then came your anniversary. The two of you had been great friends for four years and then dated for four and you'd like to say that you both were still going strong, though your current situation said all but that. You requested jay to help in making dinner for the while none of you spoke a word of the day's occasion.

You were at work chopping the vegetables as jay readied the base, sprinkling some spices and checking the flavouring every now and then all without saying a word to you. Your eyes travelled from the steaming stew to where he placed the spoon between his lips, a furrow creasing on his face, tongue clicking.

"salt," he mumbled, eyes drifting from around where he situated, then shifting to around you. The salt was placed beside the chopping board, and that meant it was across you, an arm's distance. Without much thought, he stepped closer to you and reached for the salt, his arm brushing past your waist, causing him to tense, his orbs darting to yours.

You solemnly watched his eyes grow from hesitate to panic to worry. Worry, however, caught you off guard? His hand remained on the salt bottle, arm still at your waist. "you've gotten thin," he mustered, peering down  at you. Your lips parted and cursed yourself for the water gathering in your tear glands.

You shifted to face him and your fists collided with the material of his shirt, clutching it in your grasp while you looked to your feet to collect your thoughts. Jay watched with no thoughts, bewildered at your shaken state. Just in time, your throat began to cave in.

You showed him your back, heaving up and down, the petals trailing up your throat and hitting your palm. You smacked your chest uncomfortably to stop the tractions to not let him suspect anything was out of order.

"you okay?" he queried, feeling the thumps of his feet getting closer to you, panicking as you collected blood and petals into your hand, the fear of him peeking it at your new high. He reached to your position and you scurried off in a haste towards the washroom. Passing by your jar of petals, you dropped them into the pot in a hurry as jay caught up to you.

Drowning the crimson in the sink you ran water on your hands, cutting the water supply and placing your wetted hands on the cold counter, panting. The heavy footsteps echoed and then soon were planted behind you. You gazed at his fallen front in the mirror. Why? Why did he look disheartened? Did he feel something for you after all?

He panned you around, caging you to the marbled counter, sealing in his arms with your chest by his, solely daring to search for any love in his eyes. Yanking the sleeve of your sweatshirt laid a spot of crimson from the viscous liquid. You mentally winced and set your sights away from him.

His finger glided to your chin and brought you towards his front, his palm resting on your cheek, "you're not okay, are you darling," he conveyed as your heart grumbled at the endeared name, a stray tear threatening to stain your cheek. "i've been unwell,"

The silence dawned on the two of you as he buried his hand in your hair, tugging down on it to tilt your head up, and his finger parting your nimble lips, the salty taste lingering in his mouth as he pressed down, and gave you a kiss. Under any circumstance than this, you'd relish the feeling but you felt sick with your throat itching.

Nonetheless, you played into his act of affection, gripping him further as his neck dipped to reach further in your cavern. Taking in what'd be the last time you'd ever meet his lips with such fever you attempted to feel the texture of his moist lips diving in and out. the pop sound loud and clear as you pulled him off of you. He settled his hand by your ear, his thumb giving you a false sense of security as he rested his forehead against yours.

"shall we get married?"

The falter in his facials was apparent and you felt your heart fall to your stomach. "marriage? what are you talking about, we're only 21," he missed, trying to play it cool.

"you know I love you right?" you did love him, you weren't lying but he didn't and you wouldn't let go of him till he said those harsh words himself.

His lack of reply set you off and you changed your blank face to that of despair, " you don't love me?" 

"i…"

You shoved him away, crinkling your eyes in downward crescents as tears peaked from your eyes, playing at his heart strings. You felt the similar aggression of anger pile in him as he rushed his breathing, brows furrowing deep and the same mouth you kissed parted to utter icy words..

"do you know how it feels to date the one you've known and cared for since you were child?! not once have I ever hurt you nor done anything to hurt and i never will but I can’t sleep at night looking at your unaware face that i settled to for work. It’d break my heart to break your’s but i can’t let up with this without feeling guilty for leading you on when i cannot bring myself to feel those sentiments of love— i just don’t love you like before! "

Though you knew it was coming, the actuality hurt so much more. The lines of him declining your love for him played repeatedly. Jay left the room and the house, slamming the front door to possibly never return again. You sobbed even harder than before, falling to the floor urging the feeling to succumb to die as you coughed up amounts of blood  and petals onto the floor in shambles.

iv. wither

April came as fast as March left with Jay slamming the door, never to return under any circumstance. You strongly believed he began living at his office unless one friend allowed him to stay over for an extended period of time. You, however, hadn't had any luck with getting better, accepting you would die soon.

Mustering any strength you conjured to get out of bed, meeting the carpeted floor where you'd spend hours staring at the ceiling with teary eyes. You were going to go down like this, despite your dreams and aspirations, this was how'd you succumb to death.

The sole motivation to sit by your canvas, that slowly came to picture, was the haunted expression in his front you could imagine ever so vividly. You meagre around the house to get your jar of thrown up petals, stained scarlet, quite a nice piece of decor to the vicinity though it'd be too bad that you'd be gone to not see it as one.

Frailly reaching for one petal, then another, you stuck them in carefully, the internal shaking refusing to seize as your breath turned shallow, leaving you gasping for air, overexerting yourself in finishing the piece. 

On the once pearly white canvas sat a portrait of jay through the lens of your antique camera where you stood a trail of your petals and blood mixed onto the canvas, increasing as they led to your situation behind the camera just like your dying self behind the canvas.

Finishing the painting, you felt the hot breath hit your tired out hands and brittle paint dipped fingers— the same fingers Jay would kiss to you sleep, ticking you into bed if you ran a fever— were also the ones that gripped to the head rest, giving to the growing tiredness that overcame you, turning to lie flat on your back.

The keys jingled in the near distance, jay slipping in through the door, watching as nothing had really moved around in the house. He contemplated on notifying you of his abrupt appearance, opting to slowly creep up the stairs. Unknown to you, you had started coughing again, the strength in your arms to cover your mouth non-existent.

Resulting in the blood coating you and the mattress in a painful fit of red as you sobbed heartbroken to yourself wondering where it went wrong, did he require more space, had you been more mindful would he still be at your side.

Jay stilled on hearing your heart wrenching sobs, the previous hesitance gone as he ran up the stairs and to your situation on the bed stained bed. Having forgotten about your coughing fit of blood through the apparent stress from the separation. 

His sight fell to the canvas in front of him greeting as you cough seized, your eyelids lugging over your glassed over orbs, jay getting to knees as he saw you covered in blood, his hand finding your paint ridden hand. You gave a weak chuckle, "if we ever meet again, I hope it works out then," you say, the diamonds leaving the comfort of your eyes and onto your crimson imposed self. 

Jay heaved from panic, "why didn't you tell me?!" He hurried exclaimed, his hand running down your arm to keep your burning vessel even warmer. Unbeknownst to him he'd been crying and you watched with low eyes close to shutting, your palm lifting up to his tear stricken cheek, "just know," you paused, shutting your eyes completely feeling the life get sucked out of your body. 

"i loved you."

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STOPPPPPPPP NI-KI DANCED CHKCHK BOOM WITH HYUNJIN NI-KI DANCED CHKCHK BOOM WITH HYUNJIN OH MY GOD ITS MY KINGS

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In Memory (Jake x Reader)

Pairing: Jake Sim (Enhypen) x fem!Reader

Genre: Halloween!au, supernatural

Trigger Warnings!!: mention of suicide/death, ghosts, mentions of alcohol/drinking

Summary: Australian transfer student Jake gets to know loner Y/N, but it seems that none of his friends have ever met you or heard of you. And then there's this rumor that Jay heard at a party...

Word Count: 1,961

A/N: Happy spooky season ~Admin J

"Is that seat taken?" Your whole body jolts at the question. There's a boy standing there looking right at you, but for sure he wasn't talking to you, right? With your eyes ripped open you look like a deer caught in headlights and the brown haired boy can't help but let out a chuckle before repeating his question. "Is that seat taken?" "Oh uhm… sorry people don't usually talk to me… Please sit down." You answer pointing for him to sit down. "Well, you are hidden away in the darkest corner of the library." He mentions as he unpacks his laptop and a few workbooks, you eye him intensely.

When he's done unpacking he holds out his hand towards you "I'm Jake by the way." There's an awkward minute before you finally return his handshake "I'm Y/N". The moment your hands touch Jake feels a shiver run down his spine, but he doesn't think much of it. He's more interested in the way you look so surprised at your joined hands. He can't help but find your awkwardness endearing.

Following your introduction you return to the book you're reading while Jake starts typing away on his laptop. Every once in a while he looks over to you when he hears the sound of you opening a candy wrapper. Food isn't allowed in the library but he assumes that with how far in the back you two sat, no one really came to check. By the time he was done with his work you had assembled quite the stash of empty wrappers. He assumed they were all the same candy in different flavors as the wrappers looked identical just in different colors. There was red, pink, purple, blue and yellow. "Are they good? I never seen these before." Jake pointed to your wrapper collection, he assumed it was a popular Candy here in Korea but he had never seen anything like it in Australia. "You can try some if you'd like." You push a few candies over to him, making sure he gets at least one of every flavor. He thanks you with a cheerful smile before stuffing the candies in his backpack.

Jake checks the time on his phone and he realizes that it's almost closing time for the library. As if on cue a librarian comes around the corner, surprised to see him still there "What are you doing all the way back here alone dear? I almost didn't see you. Hurry back to your dorm, before it gets dark outside." She politely shushes him to hurry packing up. He wants to retort that he isn't alone, he's with you, but when he turns to you it's like you've vanished. There's not a single trace of you even the stack of wrappers has disappeared. He assumes you went to return the book you were reading to it's shelf, but he can't help but feel disappointed that you didn't even say goodbye.

~*~

The next morning Jake is waiting patiently for math class to start, his eyes are still droopy, he spend a good time of the night wondering about you and how he never noticed you before instead of sleeping. And honestly having Jay next to him yapping on and on about the annual campus Halloween Party and how he was so excited to get to party with everyone was lulling him to sleep. He was trying to prevent falling asleep by letting his eyes wander around the room in hopes of finding something interesting to help keep him awake. Surely he wasn't disappointed when he found you sitting all the way in the back of the classroom, once again a stash of candy wrappers in front of you. He didn't even know you two shared a class, how could he not have noticed you before? You were looking down as you were writing something down on a piece of paper in front of you, but upon feeling Jake's eyes on you you looked up. He smiled brightly when you made eye contact, waving at you excitedly. Just yesterday he wasn't sure if he would ever see you again and now here you were.

"Who are you waving to mate?" Jay leaned on his shoulder trying to see what Jake was seeing. Jake didn't miss the imitation of an Australian accent by his friend as he looked over at the American judging him. "Y/N. We met in the library yesterday." He said pointing over to where you were sitting. "Dude… did you hit your head or something? No one's there." Jay looked at him genuinely concerned. "What are you talking about? Y/N' right …there" The last word gets stuck in his throat when he finds the table in the back of the room abandoned.

Was that your thing? Just kind of disappearing within thin air or was he actually going crazy? With all the thoughts he had surrounding you was he starting to hallucinate? During the lesson he couldn't help but glance back at the table he had seen you at, but it was always empty. The fact that Jay seemed to start worrying about him didn't help ease his mind either.

~*~

It was the day of Halloween, when Jake found himself in his dorm room together with some of his friends getting ready for the big Party. He was sitting on his bed waiting for it to be his turn in front of the mirror as he skeptically watched Jay try to color his bleach blonde hair black with some colored hairspray. Sunghoon was sitting at the desk talking about how some girl from class asked to do a couple costume with him, but he had turned her down. Before Jake could stop him Sunghoon grabbed one of the candies that Jake had gotten from you in the library. Jake had yet to get the chance to taste them, but he had been so busy with assignments and putting together a costume for this stupid party that he forgot about it. Upon tasting the candy Seunghoon made a retching noise before spitting it into the nearest bin "Ugh, where did you get those things, they taste like ass!" The black haired boy exclaimed with a disgusted expression. "Y/N gave them to me." Jake shrugged, Sunghoon probably just picked a flavor he didn't like. Jay snatched the wrapper out of Sunghoon's hand and his eyes widened immediately "Dude these expired in the 90s! What the hell!" Jake thought he was kidding but upon examining the wrapper he clearly read expiration date: 27.07.1998.

"Bro I'm starting to think this Y/N girl you met is actually an old lady. Are you sure she isn't one of the old wrinkly librarians?" Jay joked but for Jake this wasn't a laughing matter. He had clearly seen you eat a bunch of those candies, how could they be expired?

~*~

Jake had tried to enjoy the Party as much as he could but his thoughts surrounding the mystery that was you, the alcohol and the loud music mixed together only gave him a pounding headache, which lead to him leaving early to go back to his dorm and sleep. He had expected to find Jay either passed out on the floor or hungover in the bathroom but certainly not barging into his room at 9 a.m. mumbling about how he had heard something important at the party. Jake wasn't happy to be woken up as sleep was the only time he didn't spend thinking about you, but his friend clearly thought these news were important enough to not drink himself senseless last night, so he should at least listen to what gossip Jay had picked up.

"So I was talking to some upperclassmen last night, you know asking how comes they let us party on Halloween and skip classes the next day, considering it's not an actual holiday, turns out this whole Halloween Party started as a Memorial Day for a student that died, back in the 90s." Jay paused looking at Jake as if he was supposed to know where Jay wanted to go with that story. "Are you sure they didn't just say that to scare you?" Jake asked skeptically. "That's what I thought at first too, so I asked some other people and they all said the same, so either it's an incredibly well developed scare prank or it's the truth."

"So anyway, the story goes there's this student and she's a loner, you know always sitting in the back of the class, hiding away in the library blah, blah all that loner stuff you know. Some people told me she was bullied but it's not clear."

"Either way on the Halloween Night in 1997 she dies. Apparently she jumped from the rooftop of the west wing, well either that or she was pushed no one really knows."

"But she was found dead in the schoolyard the morning after Halloween."

Jake was starting to get annoyed by the dramatic pauses Jay was doing between the story bits and honestly he wasn't sure what worth this story had to him.

"Okay, but here's the actually important part."

"The students name was…"

"…Y/N Y/L/N."

Jay was looking at him expectantly as if he wanted for Jake to clap or whatever. "Alright mate, very funny, you almost had me." Jake rolled his eyes trying to shush Jay back out of the room so he could go back to sleep. "No man I'm not joking!" Jay was almost out the door but made a beeline towards the laptop on Jake's desk starting to google your name and the name of your school in hopes of finding something that would make Jake believe his story, but nothing came up.

~*~ Jake's had it with Jay and his story and kicked him out of his room after that. For days Jay would try to find evidence that would convince Jake that you were actually the girl in the story, but nothing. He even tried to borrow the Yearbook of 1997 from the library but turns out this was the only yearbook the library did not have a copy of.

After all of Jay's attempts failed, Jake assumed he'd given up because for quite some time he didn't mention anything about you anymore. Jake was happy it had stopped but he was also quite sad because he hadn't seen you since either. He tried going back to your spot in the library but all he found was a yellow candy wrapper hidden between the pages of the book you had read when he first met you. It was quiet, until Jay came storming into the classroom waving around a brown book while rapidly calling out for Jake, not even caring about the weird looks the other students gave him. The book was slammed on the table right in front of Jake "What's that?". "This, my friend, is the Yearbook from 1997!" Jay answered proudly while Jake raised an eyebrow "Where the hell did you get this? I thought the library didn't have it." "Is that really important right now? But if you have to know, Jungwon's aunt graduated here in 1997 and she was part of the yearbook club."

"Anyway, go to the last page!" Jay urged as Jake slowly started to skim through the pages of the book. He did what Jay asked so he would finally stop annoying him but couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the last page. Surely there was a picture of you smiling at him, the typical grey background suggested it was a normal Yearbook photo, yet the text written over the picture made his whole body freeze up.

"In Memory of Y/N Y/L/N"

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PILOT OF A SHOOTING STAR - park fucking sunghoon

— SYNOPSIS: when the summer after your first year of university rolls around, you and your high school ex boyfriend reconnect over his joke hinge profile and spend the summer teetering between friends and lovers while learning what it means to dive into a committed relationship.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: cursing

02. park fucking sunghoon

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hate pt 2

❥ pairing: nonidol!jake x fem!reader

❥ genre: angst, fluff, highschoolau!

❥ summary: y/n is the quiet type; however, she cannot stand bullying. Is it because she been involved with something similar or not?? jake, her next-door neighbor and childhood friend (not really), is dating the girl who is making y/n's school life exhausting. she can't catch a break between being at school and home. But she also can't express her feelings...

❥ warnings: crying, grammar mistakes, not proofread!!!, bullying, mention of father hitting daughter, let me know if I forgot something

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WC: 1.7k

A/N: hey hey, sorry about the wait! I really hope you enjoy this part as much as part 1. anyway, I won't keep you long, this part is pretty short.

If you haven't read it yet: pt 1 is > here

you fell asleep at your brothers that night, but not really. yeah, he let you stay over but you weren’t able to sleep much.

you didn’t think jake could be that low. it hurt; it really did. but an asshole like him wouldn’t understand that.

you just wanted to get away from everything. school, home, your dad, jake, everything. but it’s not that easy.

you begged your brother to let you stay but he practically forced you to head home. thankfully it was the weekend but still, he didn’t want their parents to get worried about you.

when you got home, you were greeted by you father who looked upset, of course. “Where were you last night?” he said rubbing his temple in frustration. “I slept over at oppa’s” you said, cringing.

“What about school?” he said. “What do you mean” you panicked. “I know you skipped y/n!” he rose his voice. you squinted and processed what was happening. “Did I?” you said which you soon regretted.

he slapped you. you turned to him with your jaw dropped and tears forming in your eyes.

“y/n..” you heard a soft voice, jake? you turned to him with tears rolling down your face. you could see the pity in his eyes which made you feel even more pathetic.

your dad had never physically hurt you, only through speak. This pained you so much, how could your dad do this without even a tiny bit of sorry in his eyes. you walked away to your room, avoiding both makes after what your dad did and jake witnessed.

you later down and sobbed. your heart hurt so much from everything that has been going on at school and at home. you had no peace no matter where you were.

why was jake even here in the first place?

You eventually calmed down and got up from laying in your bed. you left your house and walked over to jakes house.

you knocked on the door, which was soon opened by Mrs. Sim. she looked worried and confused. “y/n? are you okay?” once she said, you broke down once more. tears began flooding your already puffy eyes as you shook your head while running in to give her a hug. “no.” you said, hugging her.

“Can you tell us what happened Hun?” Jakes parents asked you; you looked down. “Dad and I fought, and I really don’t want to be at home right now.” you bit the inside of you lip, hoping they wouldn’t send you home. “Okay, sweetie, you can stay however long you would like, let me just call your mother.” Mrs. Sim said.

you kept crying, replaying the moment over and over again, you couldn’t believe it. Mr. Sim came over to you and gave you a side hug. “I just don’t understand.” you cried to him. he nodded and patted you back.

Mrs. Sim let your mom know that you were staying with them and that you were alright. You were sitting at the desk in the spare bedroom, which you were staying in.

Jakes parents let you know that you could eat whatever you wanted, so you decided to head to the kitchen where all Mrs. Sim’s delicious food was. Jake's parents were out for a while due to something business related but would be back soon.

you opened the fridge to the smell of fresh kimchi and homemade tea. you took the tea and poured some into a glass.

“hey.” you heard. You looked up to see jake standing on the other side of the table. “What.” you said, avoiding eye contact with him. “You know...” he began, slowly. “What? are you going to tell kids at school that my dad hits me too?” you said, clearly upset. “I didn’t mean to see that.” he said, you scoffed. “Yet you still stood there and watched.” you glared.

“y/n, you don’t understand.” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t understand? no, you don’t understand and that’s what I hate about you!” you yelled.

"You hate me?" he asked, coming closer. You backed up. "I was the one trying to get you away from your dad." he pushed you against a surface. "Yet, you still hate me?" he whispered in your ear. "What are you talking about?" you ask. "After what happened at school, I.." he paused his explanation. "I actually felt bad about what happened, so I tried convincing your dad to have you switch schools, because I know home much you hate ours." he finished. "So, you actually felt-" "We're home!" you got cut off by Jake's parents voices. You pushed Jake away and smiled as they entered the room.

"How are you doing, Hun?" Mrs. Sim asked while putting her things down. You smiled and nodded. "I'm doing okay." You gave a simple answer. She began to ask something but got interrupted her, she got a phone call. "One second" she said, you nodded. You tried reading her face, she looked confused and upset. Once she got off the phone, she walked back over to you slowly. "Bad news." she sighed, you looked at her with curiosity. "you mom just called and said that you father wanted you home." she said. you laughed "that's it? it's not going to be that easy." you scoffed. "no, he also said that you're going to be transferred to another school." she said. "Oh, I already-" "in the states..." she cut you off. you stopped. "What." your eyes widened. "THE STATES?" you asked with confusion. she nodded slowly. "I'm going to bed." you said, lying.

you ran up to Jake's room and knocked on the door quickly. he opened the door "what?" he asked. You pushed him into his room and walked inside, closing the door behind you. "Do you hate me that much?" you started tearing up. "Huh?" he said. "I get you hate me, but do you hate me enough to convince my dad to ship me off the states?" you raised your voice a little, feeling frustrated. "Hey, hey, calm down. what?" he said with a soothing voice. "No! I can't stay calm when I'm literally getting sent thousands of miles away from everyone I know and love!" you screamed at him. "No, no that's not what I was intending." he had pity in his eyes as he let out his soft voice. "Yeah whatever, go to hell Jake." you said before leaving his room.

Although you dad wanted your home, you decided to just stay the night and go home in the morning. You eventually fell asleep with you and Jake's "talk" on mind.

You woke up around 7 am and greeted everyone goodbye, except jake, you just sort of glared at him. Which you knew you would regret later on but for now your still upset and didn't feel like talking to him.

When you got home, thankfully, your dad didn't scream of hit you, he just said, "Go get packed your leaving in an hour and a half." You sighed.

God, do you hate Jake. But that's the thing, you hate him but you going to miss him so much. Why's that?

While finishing up packing, you checked you clock. "Time to go" you looked down at your feet and walked out of your room. As you were headed downstairs, you stopped when you heard that familiar voice once again. "Please sir, don't send her away! I understand that you and y/n have your ups and downs but if you do this, you probably won't ever have a relationship with her again!" He pleaded. "You're the one who suggested transferring her." Your father said, with a sharp tone. "Yes, but not to a whole different country, I meant here!" He explained. "Sir please, I... I really like her. I don't want to see her go." He said quietly, but still enough to hear. after a little bit on awkward silence, someone spoke up. "Fine, but she needs to stay out of trouble." He said sternly. Jake smiled and responded, "I'll be responsible for that!" He sounded truly happy. You blushed from everything you just heard. you squirmed a little, feeling all giddy. however, doing so made the floor beneath you creak quite loudly which then startled the other two.

You heard a sigh before a loud voice. "y/n, you're not leaving, go unpack your things." Your father said before leaving the room. dammit, you've been caught.

You peaked out the corner to see Jake standing there with his arms crossed yet, with relief shown on his face. You walked towards him. "Listen, I know you probably heard everything I said, which makes this a little awkward because I know how much you hate me but-" he began, quickly. "I don't hate you." you said, slowly. "Huh?" he questioned. "I guess I just always hated how much I liked you." you said, avoiding his eyes. He chuckled as he walked closer. "So, you're basically saying I'm irresistible." he smirked. you scoffed in response. "don't get ahead of yourself." you rolled your eyes.

"y/n" he said, you looked up to him. "Hm?" you replied. "Be my girlfriend." he eyed every little detail on your face. "Woah, woah slow down." you pushed him away. "don't you have a girlfriend, you little freak?" you crossed your arms. he laughed. "no." he said, coming closer once again. "Um? Soo-Yun, remember the annoying brat?" you questioned him. "no, she was never my girlfriend." he said nonchalantly. you were so confused. "We were faking it." he said. "Faking it?" you repeated. he nodded.

"I admit, I did dislike you at one point, so I wanted to annoy you even more by dating your enemy." he shared. you glared at him "you're my enemy now." you rolled your eyes and pushed him away once again, but he latched onto your arm and pulled you into his embrace. "I want to be your boyfriend not your enemy." He said, which caused you to blush. "It's not that easy you know." you gave him some attitude. "mhm, sure" he said before putting his hand on your nape and pulling you into a kiss.

I guess it was that easy...

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IT'S FINALLY FINISHED (or is it?????) MY APOLOGIES!!

anyway, hope you liked pt 2, once again sorry it took me so long! <33

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