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ppersonna · 5 years ago

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little surfer girl - jjk

little surfer, little one. made my heart come all undone. do you love me, do you surfer girl?- little surfer girl, the beach boys

summary- every summer you watched jeon jungkook turn into a perfect, professional surfer. every summer, you wanted him more. this summer, you were determined to make him yours.

rating- R/NC17

word count- 9.8k

pairing- jungkook x reader

genre- surfing!au, surfer!jungkook, fluff, smut, tiniest bit of angst in the form of pining and jungkook being bad at talking, background namseok, background vmin

warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), slight dirty talk, creampie, cursing, recreational alcohol use (of legal age), public sex, marking, nippleplay, finger sucking

There was nothing that you loved more than the ocean.

The smell of sea water, the salty taste, the sand clinging to skin, the warm sun toasting around the edges.

You loved the call of the birds, swooping up and down the shoreline for scraps of whatever the tourists left. You loved the sound of the waves crashing against the tall beams supporting the pier.

You loved the sunbathers, the smell of coconut sunscreen, the chiming of bike bells. The beach was your home, and you loved everything about it.

However, the best part, by far, was Jeon Jungkook.

You loved watching the black-haired boy stroll down the long stretch of sand, clad in either a wetsuit, or just some skin tight board shorts, long surfboard under his arm.

Sometimes, he would arrive at lunchtime, shoving a burrito into his mouth as he suited up. Sometimes, he would be there at 6 am, when you arrived to start your shift at the lifeguard station. Sometimes, he would come right at the edge of evening, sun slowly dying beyond the horizon of the Pacific Ocean.

Sometimes he came with his friends, Hoseok and Jin. They would aimlessly roam around on their boards, laughing if one fell and trying to outmaneuver each other, laughter echoing down the expanse of water and sand.

Jeon Jungkook loved the beach as much as you did. And you worshiped him for it.

You often watched the boy for hours, as he attempted to move through each wave perfectly, gliding against the water like it was glass. He was graceful, so impeccably poised on the top of each crested wave.

It wasn’t fair that he could be so perfect in and out of the water.

It wasn’t fair that he rarely gave you a passing glance.

“You’ll catch flies in your mouth if you keep staring at him like that,” Taehyung spoke, saddling up next to you and leaning against the wood of the lifeguard shack.

You shook your head and quickly closed your mouth. You didn’t know it had opened in amazement as you stared at the lithe surfer.

Taehyung chuckled, rolling his eyes at his best friend. “You’re ridiculous.”

You elbowed him and turned away from the shoreline, focusing your attention directly on your best friend and most certainly not on the tall, handsome, fit surfer gliding over the waves.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sniffed. “I was monitoring the shoreline for potential dangers, Kim Taehyung. That is my job as a lifeguard.”

He laughed again, his low baritone comforting. “Sure, babe,” he sighed. “Definitely not drooling over Jungkook, I believe you.”

Taehyung knew all about the crush you harbored on the surfer ever since you first saw him 3 summers ago at the start of your lifeguard career. You remembered your first day with your best friend.

“Who is that?” You had asked, watching the man shoving at his friends jokingly, and paddling beside them through the water. Taehyung had only laughed in reply. “Really?” He asked, surprised. “That’s Jeon Jungkook. He’s going professional soon, most likely.”

Your eyes never once left the boy again, always seeking him out along the shoreline, missing him when he took a day off from his practice and training.

Since that day, Taehyung made it a point to tease you about your unrequited crush on the boy, and always in not-so-subtle language told you you deserved better than the fuckboy surfing god.

You weren’t naïve to the fact that wherever Jungkook went, a gaggle of bikini-clad gorgeous women followed. You weren’t foolish enough not to notice the smirks and winks he shot at them, desperately wishing that it was you.

Taehyung grumbled about the muscled surfer, stating that all he would do is fuck you over and break your heart, and couldn’t you just date someone nice like his cousin Namjoon?

Taehyung seemed to be in such a mood that day, too.

“I still can’t understand what you see in him,” he groused. “Sure, I guess he’s good looking, but he seems like such a player. Jimin told me he saw him take that Jennie girl behind the cabanas last weekend.”

Your heart sagged, feeling defeated at his words. Jennie was beautiful. Tall, thin and gorgeous. Surely, that was Jungkook’s type. Jungkook’s type was definitely not lifeguard’s wearing red spandex one-pieces a la Baywatch, without the ample bosom. Well, maybe some bosom, but nothing compared to the women flocking the young surfer from the shore.

You bit your lip and shrugged at your best friend, ignoring the shot in your heart at imagining Jungkook with someone, anyone, but you.

“He’s nice,” you murmured. Not that you would really know. The man had spoken four sentences to you in the 3 years you’ve worked as a lifeguard, and most of those were asking about where a trash can was. “And he’s so talented. He loves the ocean, you can tell,” you sighed, resting your head on your hand as you watched him from the ledge of the lifeguard shack.

Jungkook was especially in the zone that day, eyebrows drawn tight in concentration as he cut through the curve of the tube of water. He seemed to practice more intently recently, the National Surfing Tournament was quickly approaching. Jungkook was one of the best surfer’s in the nation and had recently gone professional. You were sure he was eager to score more branding deals and secure his spot on the international scene.

“Namjoon is nice! Much nicer!” Taehyung was incensed. “Passionate too, and not an asshole!”

Taehyung was determined to set you up with his cousin, Kim Namjoon. Tae wasn’t wrong, Namjoon was nice. He was shy, quiet, intelligent and sweet. He was passionate about physics, math, science, and had earned a full-ride scholarship to the country’s most prestigious scientific university.

Maybe, if you hadn’t met Jungkook, you’d give Namjoon a shot. Unfortunately for the elder Kim cousin, no one could compare to Jungkook, regardless of how unlikely it was for him to ever glance your way.

“Yes, Tae,” you sighed. “Namjoon is very passionate… about engineering.”

“Hey! Engineering is a respectable profession, unlike professional surfing,” he sneered, as if the word tasted dirty in his mouth.

You patted the brown-haired boy’s arm and smiled at him, not wanting to upset him further about his beloved cousin.

“It’s just a stupid crush, Tae, okay?” You reassured. “It’s not like Jungkook even knows who I am except for the girl who knows where to throw trash away.”

Taehyung nodded and squeezed your arm. “Anyway, are you going to the tournament pre-party next weekend?” He asked, a shy blush spreading across his cheeks. “Jimin asked me to go with him.”

The pre-party.

You had almost forgotten, so focused on the tournament itself and watching Jungkook prepare harder each day. You almost had his moves memorized by how often you watched. The tournament pre-party was a few nights before the big day, a way for the surfers, fans and locals alike to party and celebrate. The entire community of young adults in the area communed on the beach for bonfires, too much alcohol, volleyball, and countless summer frivolities.

“Oh,” you breathed, eyes zeroing in again on the tall surfer of your affections. You knew it was hopeless to think Jungkook would ask you, but you couldn’t help the ache in your heart that desperately wanted him to. “I forgot.”

Taehyung’s eyes lit up. “You don’t have anyone to take you?” He asked an ulterior motive on his mind.

“I had someone in mind…” you sighed. Jungkook appeared exhausted, finally seated on the surface of his board, panting hard. “But, no, no one has asked me.”

Taehyung smirked a devious grin. You barely noticed, because of a cute pink-haired lifeguard appearing on the sand below you.

“Oh, hi Jimin!” You called to the cherubic boy below. “Are you here to see your lover?”

Jimin and Tae simultaneously turned a deep shade of crimson. Christ, they were perfect for each other.

“Hi, Jimin,” Tae smiled shyly. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to bring you lunch,” Jimin’s teeth caught his bottom lip anxiously. “You too.” He smiled at you and held up the paper bag, earning a squeak of delight from your best friend as he tugged you down the stairs to greet his crush and receive his treats.

“Where’s ours, Jimin?” A new voice called.

Three heads whipped around to investigate the voice. It was Kim Seokjin, a teasing grin on his face. He was flanked by Jung Hoseok, and none other than Jeon Jungkook. You felt as if someone had sucked the air out of you with a vacuum.

Jimin blushed again, looking out at the men approaching the lifeguard station, dripping wet, half stripped out of their wetsuits, and exhausted.

“Sorry, Jinnie! I didn’t realize you guys were here.” He hugged Jin with one arm, causing Tae to raise an eyebrow at the exchange.

Jimin seemed to notice the confusion and hurried to explain. “This is Jin! My neighbor! We grew up together.” Taehyung visibly relaxed. “And this is Hoseok and Jungkook, his best friends.” The boys waved at you two, and you prayed your hair looked decent today. A hand reached up to press down on your tresses, just in case.

“I’m Taehyung!” Your best friend spoke, happy demeanor quickly re-appearing as he recognized Jin was not a threat. “And this is my best friend, Y/N!”

You willed your cheeks not to flare red as the men took you in. You wore your standard issue red Speedo swimsuit, accentuating your thicker hips and thighs from years of gymnastics, and clinging to your chest. Fuck, did you look okay? Your one chance to impress Jungkook and you were wholly unprepared. Your arms crossed over your chest, hiding your body behind your arms.

However, you smiled at the men, watching as Jin and Hoseok smirked at you and Jungkook’s face remained impassive.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around,” Jungkook added. “You guys are always here.”

“Well,” you gulped. “Someone’s gotta… guard those lives…” Really? What the fuck kind of joke was that?

It was silent for a beat, before Seokjin burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Oh, I like you!” He joked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “A woman after my own heart.”

Jin’s friends rolled their eyes at the older man’s antics. Jin was known for his lame jokes, Jimin explained to you.

“You guys are going to the party next weekend, right?” Jimin asked the male trio, moving to stand near Tae. Tae grinned at the boy as they linked hands.

The boys exchanged looks with each other. “Yeah,” Hoseok replied. “I’m taking my boyfriend, Yoongi and Jin is taking our friend June.”

Tae smiled back at the group. “Jimin and I are going together!” He was excited, it was palpable. The pair were tooth-rotting cute and the rest of the party smiled at how endearing the budding romance was.

“What about you?” Jin asked, peering in your direction. “Who’s lucky enough to take you?”

You flushed and stammered, unable to croak out the words.

Tae, thankfully, took over. “She forgot about it. She hasn’t found anyone yet.”

Jin’s face lit up, and he nudged you gently in the ribs. “Jungkook doesn’t have anyone to go with, either! You two should go together!”

Your face flushed immediately, and you shot your eyes to Jungkook, who laughed out loud with a blush on his face.

“What?!” He yelped. “No, no!” he stammered. “I uh… I’m going with Jennie!”

You felt your heart rip at the seams, and Taehyung clenched his fist in anger.

Jin narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “You told us she’s a bad kisser, and that she was rude.”

“No!” Jungkook yelled. “She’s great! It’s fine! Oh, uhh… my mom’s here, gotta go!” He tore off towards the parking lot, leaving you in your dust and broken heart.

Hoseok lifted a brow and looked at Jin. “Doesn’t his mom live like… 4 hours away?”

Jin just laughed and shrugged, leaning in to give Jimin a goodbye hug. “Sorry about that! Jungkook is a little edgy.”

Taehyung grumbled under his breath and Jimin moved to quickly cover it up.

“It’s fine!” he assuaged. “No harm!” He chuckled nervously, stealing you a glance. He could tell by the broken puppy dog eyes on your face that there was certainly harm.

Taehyung was irate. “Yeah! She’s going with Kim Namjoon, anyway!” You whipped your head to him, incredulous and confused. He stared back at you, resolute.

You groaned, lowering your head to stare at your sandy feet.

“Oh, yeah?” Jin asked, ears perking up. “That delicious-...err… I mean, intelligent engineer guy?”

Taehyung, oblivious to Jin’s careful re-wording, nodded. “Yeah! He’s totally a catch, and he’s lucky to be going with her.”

Jin nodded and smiled at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Definitely.” He chanced a glance at you, and could tell by the look on your face you felt otherwise. He leaned to your ear and whispered only for you to hear, “If you find out he bats for the other team, will you let me know?”

Jin was good in your book. You giggled at the older boy and nodded, before peering back at your best friend’s confused gaze.

“Well, we better go! Looks like we’ve been ditched for some… mom time,” he motioned towards the parking lot that Jungkook fled to and gazed back at Hoseok. “Let’s head out?”

Hoseok nodded, and you murmured your farewells to both, and laughed silently as Jin winked at you.

“I can’t believe it,” Taehyung kicked at the sand after the duo left. “What an asshole! He was so rude! I knew he wasn’t good enough for you.”

You had momentarily forgotten about the rejection, too caught up in Jin’s obvious interest in your apparent new date to the party. Right. The new date because Jungkook couldn’t even fathom you on his arm; it was laughable to him. Ouch.

Jimin approached you and wrapped you in his arms. “Sorry, love,” he murmured as his date kicked angrily at the sand, cursing Jeon Jungkook’s name. “He really is an idiot.”

Taehyung put himself back together and hugged the two of you tight. “Joonie will be excited to take you,” he replied with a grin wide on his face.

You groaned. “Can’t wait.”

“Jeon Jungkook, what the hell is wrong with you!?” Kim Seokjin shrieked as he walked into the parking lot and found the surfer sitting on the edge at a soft thatch of grass, surfboard haphazardly laid next to him.

Jungkook winced, knowing the lecture would come from his oldest friend.

“I’m sorry!” he started, looking up at the man with pleading eyes. “I just-... I don’t-...” he was at a loss for words, unable to explain his behavior.

He sighed and looked back down at his feet. Why had he reacted so negatively? He barely even knew the girl, but had been so overwhelmed by the sight of her in her red swimsuit and cute braided hair, and Jin suddenly;y suggesting they go to the party together. He was flustered.

“I don’t even know her! I think I asked her once about a fucking trashcan! Why would she want to go with someone she doesn’t know?” He complained.

Jin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, the picture of motherly scorn. “You could have gotten to know her on the fucking DATE!” he snapped. “Instead, you laughed in the poor girl’s face! She looked like a kicked puppy.”

Jungkook winced and rubbed at his ocean-burned eyes, feeling a headache beginning in his temples. “I’m sorry!” he exasperated. “I’ll apologize sometime! I’ll ask her to go with me!”

Jungkook supposed he really wouldn’t mind having the lifeguard on his arm at the party. She filled out her swimsuit nicely and had a gorgeous smile. She was shy, it seemed, but he supposed that wasn’t so bad. He mentally kicked himself for reacting so harshly.

“Too late,” Hoseok chimed in. “She’s going with Kim Namjoon.”

At the name, Jungkook snapped his eyes to Jin, who huffed. “If he falls in love with her and not me at this party, I’m shoving your surfboard up your ass.”

Spending your days at the lifeguard shack was easier said than done after Jungkook’s blatant rejection. Your eyes followed him constantly, watching as he practiced each turn, tube ride, and off-the-lip. He practiced constantly, nearly 7 hours a day. He only took breaks to come to shore to eat and drink water and occasionally scurry off to the bathroom. You desperately wanted to turn away, the sight of him at all causing your heart to clench. But you were powerless, utterly unable to avoid the magnetism that was Jeon Jungkook.

Your shifts switched between partnering with Jimin and Taehyung, both trying to do anything in their power to lift your spirits. Taehyung chattered away between how excited he was to go with Jimin, and how great it would be to see you and Namjoon together. Jimin avoided any topic of Jungkook or Namjoon and simply discussed what you would wear to the party and flicked through various websites on his phone with you to determine.

Jimin yipped with excitement. “Look at this one,” he swooned, shoving his phone under your nose. “You’d look so good!”

You glanced at the screen, a golden bikini top in the frame. It cupped the model’s chest nicely, allowing ample cleavage, and wrapping around the neck with a halter tie. It was beautiful, shimmery and trendy.

“I dunno,” you sighed. “Can I pull that off?”

Jimin smirked. “I’m sure Namjoon could pull it off you.”

“Oh god,” you snorted. “Not you too! Plus, I think Seokjin likes him.”

Jimin hummed. “Well, I think you should still get it. Wear it with a cute tight skirt!” His face was lit up. You couldn’t deny the boy. “Plus, you’ll make stupid Jungkook regret his decision.”

Your face fell at the name. Jimin internally slapped himself for bringing him up.

“I’m sorry, bub,” he whispered, taking your hand in his. “He really is an idiot for what he did to you.”

You smiled at Jimin, willing yourself not to cry at work. “Thanks, Jimin,” you sighed. “It’s okay. I’ll buy it! It will look great.” You mostly bought it to ensure Jimin didn’t feel too guilty, but also because it would likely make your tits look great, and you could use some revenge on the surfer.

The pink-haired boy happily clicked the ‘buy’ button, and you entered your card information, thankful that the package would arrive a few days before the party.

You and Jimin settled into an easy conversation, discussing his and Taehyung’s date. The lithe little lifeguard regaled you with his grand romantic gestures that he planned to surprise Taehyung and officially ask him to be his boyfriend. It was cute, and your best friend definitely deserved the adoration. But it was acutely making your heart clench in jealousy and sadness.

You glanced at your watch, noting the time. “Hey, I’m going to go walk down the and do shore checks,” you smiled as you grabbed your long white life preserver and slipped ray bans on your eyes. Jimin nodded and spritzed you with sunblock before you made your way out the door.

The walk down the shore was a practiced one. Your eyes scanned over the surface of the water, trained to spot anything wrong or dangerous. You knelt down to apply a band-aid to a little boy’s scraped knee and picked up trash that a seagull would surely choke on. It was easy to busy yourself with minimal tasks and keeping an active eye for danger on the horizon.

The distractions were very welcome, and your mind flittered comfortably around and never landed on the topic of a certain tall, fit surfer.

Until he was standing right in front of you, your body colliding into his.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed. “Sorry!” You stood and dusted off; you had fallen directly onto the sand on your ass. You looked at the large person standing in front of you and felt your heart sink.

“I was calling your name for like...4 minutes,” he said amused. “Aren’t lifeguards supposed to be paying attention?”

You blushed and crossed your arms over your chest, huffing. “What do you want?”

Okay, you were a little short, a little rude. But the man laughed at the idea of being seen with you! He deserved at least a little of it.

Jungkook blanched at the tone of your voice. “I’m- uh,” he struggled to find words. “I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry.” He nibbled at his lip. “About the other day. And for knocking you over just now.”

You crossed your arms tighter against your chest and lifted your sunglasses up your face to rest on your head. “You were an asshole,” you mumbled.

He rubbed at the back of his neck anxiously. “I know, yeah,” he swallowed harshly. “I guess they caught me off guard and didn’t know what to say. Are you still going alone?”

You paused, unsure how to respond. To tell him about your fake date with Namjoon, or not.

“No,” you sighed. “I’m going with Kim Namjoon.”

Jungkook scoffed. “That nerd!?” You felt your eyes narrow. Only you got to call Namjoon a nerd, maybe Seokjin too, but not Jungkook, and not in that tone. “I wanted to ask you if you would go with me. Jennie’s already got someone else.”

“Oh, so I’m the second choice now?” You lifted an eyebrow, and he hurried to explain.

“No! Well, yeah!” He was fucking up, he knew it. “But not in a bad way!” God, Jungkook wished he could punch himself out cold so he could stop this train wreck. He felt like such an idiot.

“How is it not a bad way, Jungkook?” You asked, annoyance and hurt rising steadily.

“Nevermind! It’s fine,” he huffed, angry at himself and allowing it to come out on you. “I was just thinking you’d be eager to ditch the dweeb and be the lucky lady on my arm.”

How in the world did he think that was okay to say? You glared at him for a moment.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” you bit. “I’m the lucky one!? You should feel lucky that I even listened to your shit apology, let alone entertain the thought of going to the party with you!”

You continued your rant and Jungkook wished the earth would swallow him. Why was it so hard to talk to you like a normal fucking human?

“Namjoon is polite, and sweet and smart and not a fucking bully who thinks he’s better than everyone!” you yelled, aware that passersby were watching the scene unfold. A lifeguard yelling at a professional surfer, how charming. “And he’s the lucky one because I’m fucking great!”

“So you can have your fucking apology and go to the party alone, you absolute asswipe!” With that, you turned around and stormed back to the lifeguard tower, stewing in your mixed anger and grief.

You were suddenly very grateful to wear that golden bikini, eager to rub just exactly what Jungkook lost out on in his face.

The weekend of the party came quickly, far quicker than you were ready for. As much as you enjoyed Namjoon’s company, it was still a little awkward. Even more so now that you knew Seokjin, your newest friend, held a candle for the tall genius.

Taehyung sat on your bed as you finished applying makeup, a bronzy yet natural look. Taehyung wore short shorts and a tank, showing off his impossibly toned and tanned arms and thighs. He looked fantastic and knew that Jimin would salivate at the sight.

“You look incredible, bubby,” Tae smiled as he stood behind you and helped secure the necklace you were fumbling with. “Namjoon is a lucky man.”

You flushed, not wanting to burst Taehyung’s bubble regarding your platonic feelings towards his cousin. “Thanks, Taetae.”

You glanced at your finished look in the long mirror as Tae stood behind you and rubbed your shoulders. The golden bikini top wrapped around your body seamlessly, lifting your breasts with ample cleavage and complimenting your lifeguard tan.

You wore a short and tight, high-waisted denim skirt and simple sandals you could easily slip off once in the sand. It different from the 70s vibe of your normal lifeguard outfit. Your hair fell down in curls, rather than held up in braids or a bun, and makeup adorned your tanned features. Not bad, you smirked.

Taehyung hugged you from behind, but jumped as the doorbell rang.

“Oh! That's Joonie!” He quickly scuttled away.

You took a deep breath, summoned every ounce of courage and walked out to meet your date.

Namjoon smiled kindly at you, wearing a sensible pair of knee-length jean shorts and a designer tee.

“You look amazing!” he smiled as you grabbed a sweater in case it got too cold. A bikini only gave so much coverage against wind.

“Thanks Joon,” you replied. “You too.”

Tae sighed as if watching a romantic movie. “Oh my sweet little lovebirds,” you rolled your eyes. “Go have fun! Namjoon, you take care of her!” He wagged his finger in his cousin's face. “I know where you live!”

You and Namjoon laughed at his antics.

“Okay bub, that’s enough,” you hugged your best friend. “Go get your man.”

He kissed both your cheeks and hugged his tall cousin. “Hopefully by the end of tonight, he will be my man.” He winked before slipping out the door.

“He’s too much, sometimes,” Namjoon chuckled. You nodded as you opened the front door for him.

“Don’t blame me, he’s your cousin,” you teased, and the pair of you left towards the beach.

You heard the music of the party before you saw it. You and Namjoon had been chatting easily as you walked the few blocks to the beach. His conversation helped quell the anxiety growing in your stomach. Jungkook would be there. You were still so mad at him, and yet still undeniably attracted to the popular surfer. It frustrated you he gave you every reason not to like him and still, your brain resisted.

“Wow, it looks wild,” Namjoon breathed as you approached the crowd. There were groups of people everywhere, each in various states of beachwear and undress.

You nodded, eyes peering around for any familiar face. You quickly spotted Jin with his date, a cute and petite brunette, along with Hoseok and Yoongi. Thankfully, Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. Jin and his crowd quickly made their way towards you.

“My princess!” He exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around you. He tucked his lips by your ear and whispered, “So, you think I got a chance?” You turned to smile at him and shrugged.

“He didn’t seem to care about my tits,” you surmised. Not that it meant he was gay, but since Seokjin seemed to grasp at straws, so did you.

“How unfair to you!” he faux-gasped. “You could see these puppies from space!” He patted your shoulders and looked at the tall genius.

Namjoon’s eyes were glued to Seokjin, transfixed. Jin stuck his hand out towards him.

“Hi, I’m Seokjin. But you can call me Jin,” he mewled, eyes giving off blatant ‘come hither’ vibes.

Namjoon licked his lips and slowly extended his own hand. “Namjoon,” he replied.

Jin grinned. “I know,” he teased. “You’re the local Einstein.”

Namjoon flushed, and you nudged Jin, asking to take it easy on the boy.

Within a blink, Tae and Jimin joined your group, hands clasped together and giddy smiles on their faces. Namjoon arched an eyebrow at his cousin and Tae merely smiled, one that spoke volumes of love for the pink-haired lifeguard.

“Where’s Jungkook?” Tae growled as he took stock of who was present. Hoseok awkwardly coughed.

“He’s uh,” Hoseok started. “Coming late.”

You pursed your lips, ignoring the fast beat of your heart. Namjoon was still engaged in a staring contest with Seokjin and you smiled at Jin’s date, June. “Do you want to go with me to get a drink, June?” You asked, feeling awkward that the girl’s date was openly flirting with yours.

She nodded appreciatively and walked with you towards the beer garden. “Sorry about the boys,” you murmured. “It’s a little awkward when your date partners flirt with each other.”

June giggled and grabbed a cold cup of beer.

“I don’t mind,” she smiled behind the foam. “Jin is one of my best friends. I’m gay, my girlfriend is just out-of-town so I agreed to come with him.”

You sighed a breath of relief. “Oh thank god, I was worried you would kill me or Namjoon.”

June giggled, she was adorable, and shook her head. “No way. Do you know how many times I’ve had to listen to Jin wax poetic about him? I started to get a crush on him!” she teased.

June was easy to talk to, and you found yourself throwing back a beer and grasping at another before she asked if you wanted to head back towards the group.

“June! Hey!” a voice called out, causing you both to turn around. The source of the voice was none other than Jungkook.

“Oh,” he faltered as he took in your body, your outfit. Fuck, you looked good. He willed himself not to pop a boner, especially since you were less than pleased with him. “Hey,” his cheeks were flaring red.

“Hi Kook!” June exclaimed, hugging the muscular boy. Not that you were looking at his muscles. “Where’s Jennie?”

Your head tilted, confused at the statement. Jungkook was actively aware of your body language. He coughed in order to relieve the tension in his throat.

“She’s just,” he didn’t know where to begin. “With some friends at the moment.”

You sucked at your teeth. “Glad you found someone to go with after all, Jungkook. I would hate for you to have to resort to your second choice.”

You spun around and stormed back towards your friends, leaving June and Kook in your wake.

You avoided Jungkook for much of the night. You danced with your friends, roasted marshmallows with Namjoon, did shots with Jimin and Tae, and walked down the shore towards the lifeguard booth you worked at regularly with your date.

“So,” you smiled at him. “Seems like you hit it off with Seokjin.”

Namjoon’s cheeks bloomed red. “Well, sure, yeah,” he gasped. “He’s… nice.”

You elbowed the man gently. “Joonie, it’s okay. You like him.”

Namjoon paused and looked at you before gazing back at his feet.

“I’m so sorry. I know you like me, and Tae always talks about your crush on me, but I’m… I’m gay. You’re beautiful and all, but I just don’t see you that way.”

You spluttered, laughing with confusion.

“What!? Tae told you what!? Oh, my god,” you laughed. “I thought you were gay, Joon! And I love you as a friend, but I don’t have a crush on you.”

He looked relieved, eyes now locked on yours. “What? Really?” He gasped, then frowned. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

You hugged him tight. “He was so desperate to see us get together he didn’t see the obvious,” you sighed after you pulled away. “Seokjin likes you too. You should go to him. The girl he’s with isn’t his girlfriend. It’s his lesbian best friend.” You laughed at the incredulity of the circumstances of the night.

Namjoon held you tight and smiled. “Sorry,” he mumbled awkwardly. “I’m glad we came together though, I enjoy being with you. As friends.” He added.

You quickly nodded and agreed. “Now go suck his dick! I can walk myself home.”

Joon blushed again. It was easy to get that reaction out of him. He kissed your hands and turned back towards the party, seeking the older man.

You ambled towards the lifeguard station, quickly hopping up to sit on the weather-worn wood planks and watch the waves roll in. It was nice to step away from the party, from the crowds and noise. Being at the ocean at night reminded you of how much you loved it, how you felt as if it rushed through your veins.

“I see you’re lost in your own thoughts again,” a familiar voice called. You quickly snapped at the intruder. Jungkook. Of course, you couldn’t escape him. You wanted him near and wanted him gone all at once.

“I was calling your name again, and you didn’t hear me. Maybe you should see a doctor,” he teased as he hopped up next to you on the shack porch.

You grumbled. “What are you doing out here?” You asked. “Aren’t you like the life of the party? Where’s Jennie?”

He frowned and looked out at the water. “Making out with her ex.”

Oh, yikes. You felt bad for him, regardless of if he deserved it or not.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“I’m tired of the party. Everyone wants to talk to me about the money and the fame from my sponsorships. No one asks me how I’m feeling about the competition.”

You bit your lip, allowing Jungkook to continue.

“It gets old, I guess. Girls always wanting to talk about my sponsorship deals, and if I’ve met any Olympians,” he chuckled darkly. “Sorry, I sort of dumped that on you.”

You shook your head, staring at the object of your affections. “I get it,” you agreed. “If it’s any consolation, I think you’ll do great at the tournament.” You bit your lip, afraid to continue the compliment. “I’ve watched you, you know. You’re really good.”

“Just really good?” he teased. You poked him in the stomach in retort.

“Yes, Jungkook, you’re really good. You’re the best for a reason.” Your face returned to a thoughtful look. “Are you nervous?”

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, I am. I’m scared to disappoint anyone. My friends, my family, my coach…” he trailed off. “I guess I’m more scared of disappointing them than I am about losing.”

“You’re not scared of losing?”

“Not really, no.” He let his legs sway in the open air. “If it came down to it, I’d rather lose than disappoint them somehow. But the two seem to be tied together. I can’t lose without making them upset.”

“Do you love what you do?” The question was simple, but held such significance to Jungkook. He looked at you, amazed at the sincerity in your face and questions. God, he could kiss you right now.

“I used to,” he spoke after a beat of staring at your lips. “I liked it when I could do it how I wanted. When I could just surf for fun, and maybe for a prize here and there. But now, I’m expected to win. All the time. Never make your hobby into your job,” he sighed.

You let your hand rest on his thigh. “You can be in charge of your life, Jungkook,” you murmured. “You’re an adult. You can lose if you want to. You could quit all together. What anyone else wants for you isn’t as important as what you want for you.”

Jungkook let the idea roll in his mind. He stared at you, unused to talking so frankly and freely about his life and career and dreams, let alone with a girl he was attracted to.

“I want to kiss you,” he spoke, quiet and confident. Your eyes widened.

“You do?”

He nodded, not allowing any anxiety to roll through him or let him make an ass of himself again. “I do.”

Your heart was beating ten times too fast. It felt as if it might launch out of your chest cavity.

“Okay,” you breathed. “I want you to kiss me.”

Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his warm lips to yours. He tasted like the ocean, salty and earthy. He tasted like beer, bitter and sharp. He tasted like what you imagined was the essence of Jungkook, warm and sweet.

He let his hand rest on your cheek, thumb caressing your cheek as his fingers wound through your hair. He deepened the kiss, tongue swirling into the cavern of your mouth to seek purchase. He wanted you, all of you.

You sighed against his lips, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth as you returned the favor. You each made small, slight and tiny gasps. Jungkook pressed towards you, laying you down on the hard wood of the lifeguard deck as he continued kissing you, fingers combing through your hair.

“I’m sorry I was an ass,” he whispered. “I promise I’m not that big of an asshole, you just get me so flustered.”

You giggled against his lips, pulling him in for another deep caress of your tongue. “I forgive you, as long as you keep that promise.”

Jungkook moved his fingers towards your bikini top, dipping into your cleavage. “I almost passed out when I saw you in this,” he admitted, resting his forehead against yours.

You didn’t need to reply, as Jungkook began kissing the tops of your breasts, sucking gently on the skin of your cleavage. He was definitely leaving marks, and you hoped your work swimsuit would cover the evidence.

You moaned under his touch, sighing as he pulled the top down further to expose your hardened nipples. At the feel of his tongue on one nub, you jolted up, aware of your surroundings.

“Wait! Stop!” You gasped. Jungkook pulled away quickly, eyes boring into yours with confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“Not out here!” You begged, dragging him into the interior of the lifeguard’s shack. It was measly, with a desk, a chair and a long padded bench, but it would have to work.

Jungkook’s concern melted away and a cocky smile spread across his lips.

“You wanna fuck at work, huh? Kinky.”

You kissed him hard again, ignoring his teasing comments. He quickly untied the top completely and threw it to the ground and allowed himself to revel in the feel of your naked breasts. He easily pressed you down to sit on the bench and stood before you.��

“Okay, I know I was joking before about fucking at work, but this is actually really hot,” he groaned at the sight of you, tits out and lips puffy from his kissing.

He knelt in front of you and buried his face in your tits, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin.

You jerked and arched your back into him, allowing your head to bob back.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” you sighed as he tugged on a nipple harshly. “So good.”

Jungkook was encouraged and sucked harder, lifting his fingers to your other nub to twist and pinch and pull. The high whine that left your lips shot straight to his cock.

“Fuck, babe,” he breathed. “You’re so responsive.” He marveled at you, the way the moon shone on your naked body. His hand moved from your breast to your skirt and tugged the denim up.

He hissed at the sight of your bare pussy, no underwear in sight.

“Shit, fuck,” he took a steadying breath to ground himself. “That was so unexpected and so fucking hot.”

You blushed. “Panty lines,” you offered as a response.

“Fuck yeah, panty lines,” he wheezed, knowing his words made no sense and watched your cunt slick your thighs.

He let a finger drag up and down your slit, ripping a loud moan from your throat. Jungkook was about to finger you. Jungkook, the man you had been in love with for three summers was about to eat you out. This must be a dream, right?

“So pretty,” he cooed, eyes glued to your slippery cunt. “Wanna eat you up.”

“Please, yes, fuck,” you babbled. “Please Kook, I want you so bad.”

He smirked and leaned forward and pressed his tongue against your clit, one quick flick against the bud. He pulled back and savored the taste on his tongue. “Mmm, perfect.”

You cried at the loss of sensation, pussy clenching around nothing and nearly screaming in need for the surfer to please you. Your legs spread wantonly, tits out and skirt hiked up around your waist. It was filthy. You fucking loved it.

Jungkook easily slipped two fingers into your tight heat and dropped his jaw in a groan at the feel of your silky wet walls sucking his fingers. You keened your approval and gasped for more. He was staring at the way you took his fingers, hypnotized by the push and pull of your channel.

“Fuck, I could probably cum just from watching this,” he breathed. “I’ve never been so turned on by fingering someone before.”

Your breathing was heavy, panting harshly as you felt his long digits slowly fuck into you.

“Shit, Jungkook, please I’m aching,” you begged. “My clit, p-please.”

He nodded dutifully and lowered his mouth to suck at your clit. You tasted exquisite, like fine wine, and he was thirsty.

Electric pulses danced down your spine as you finally received what you needed, moaning his name encouragingly. You threaded your hands through his hair, gasping for air and squeaking in delight at every swirl of his tongue.

He fucked you harder with his fingers, establishing a quick pace.

“You look so fucking good,” he complimented. “Your pussy fucks my fingers so good. It’s going to feel fucking fantastic with my cock shoved in it.”

You nodded in agreement, eyes shut tight as your fingers tightened their hold on his shiny locks. “Jungkook, fuck! There, right there!! Shit!” You gasped, feeling the beginning torrent of your orgasm.

He obeyed, making out with your cunt and suckling at your clit as he slipped another finger inside you and fucked you fervently. Your body was like his last meal on earth and he would savor every last drop.

“Cum for me, babe. Fuck, I bet you look so fucking hot cumming on my fingers.”

His pumping fingers and punishing tongue speared you into an intense orgasm, cunt walls convulsing around him. You slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle the scream of pleasure as your body shook.

Jungkook had never felt more proud of anything in his life. He had fucked a lot of girls, but never any as responsive as you. You were addictive.

“Jesus,” he gasped, sliding his finger from your spent pussy, dripping in your release. “Suck.”

He pressed his fingers into your mouth and groaned as you sucked obediently, showing exactly what you would do to his cock were the fingers replaced in your mouth with it. His groan of approval told you he was looking forward to it.

“Jungkookkkkieee!” A drunk, female voice hollered out on the beach. You both shot up, attempting to fix yourself and throw your bikini back over your body.

Jungkook ducked out to see who was calling him. His eyes narrowed as he saw Jennie faltering in the sand, drunk.

“Fuck,” he murmured. “It’s Jennie.”

You frowned. “I thought she was with her ex…”

“Me too.”

“Jungkooookie! Where are you?! I’m ready to go home and get fucked like you promised meeeeeee!” She giggled as she fell into the sand, unaware of the couple in the lifeguard shack.

Your eyes narrowed to slits at the surfer. He winced, feeling as if they were daggers in him.

“Look, I didn’t say that-...”

“I get it now,” you snapped as you tied your top back around your neck.

“Listen! Wait!” He attempted to stop you and grab your hands, but you quickly wrenched them away and shoved him from you.

“Fuck you, Jungkook! I’m always the second choice, huh? Jennie fucks off with her ex so you look for your fallback plan.” Your words were dripping in malice, in regret.

“No! I promise! I didn’t tell her that! I haven’t fucked her except once like 2 months ago!” He begged for you to stay. “I don’t want her! I want you.”

“I can’t believe I’m this fucking stupid,” you shook your head and gathered your belongings and stormed out of the shack. He quickly followed behind you, begging you to let him explain himself. You ignored him valiantly, the tears now falling down your face.

“If you’d just fucking listen to me, I could explain-..”

You cut him off by turning towards him and jabbing angry fingers in his face.

“No, you fucking listen,” your voice was dark, and he tracked the tears falling from your face. “I’ve liked you for three fucking years now. I never thought I had a chance with you. And I was fine with that. But you fucking dangled it in front of me. You played me.” You bit your cheek, desperately wanting to slap his stupid, beautiful face, but held yourself back.

“Good luck at the tournament, Jungkook.”

And you turned, and you left, running quickly to find Tae to get home to cry.

—-

“Welcome to the 43rd Annual National Surfing Tournament!” The loudspeaker voice boomed through the beach. It felt like it echoed through your heart.

You sucked your teeth, thoroughly unimpressed with the fanfare.

You were stationed at a makeshift perch, close to the shore. You, along with Tae and Jimin, were the selected lifeguards for the event in case of emergency.

You fought your manager when you saw your name on the list for the event.

There was no way you could be on the same beach as Jeon Jungkook.

But there was no way out, Jimin and Tae just sent sad frowns to you and murmured compassionate encouragement.

So you stood at your position, sunglasses covering your eyes, as you watched the surfers line up at the shore. You avoided looking at the tall, black-haired one. You tried and failed.

He looked tired, nervous. He ran his hands through his hair anxiously and picked at spots on his board.

Whatever. You pushed away any thoughts of care towards the man.

He stole a glance at you, noticing you turn your face away the moment he looked up. He frowned, eyes back at the shore lapping at his feet.

Jungkook readied himself. Within moments, the siren rang, and he tore off towards the water, hopped on his board, and paddled towards the swells. He monitored the competing surfers, wanting to move far away from them to avoid a collision and snag a wave all for himself.

He swam right, leaving the pack of surfers in the center to move closer to the pier beams. It was risky, he could over correct a fall and slide right into a current that would slam him into the huge beams of wood. But the waves crashing there were perfect. Tubular, even.

He paddled harder, eager to get his first run in.

You narrowed your eyes as you watched him move towards the pier. What was he doing? That was a dangerous area, and a grip on your throat kept your eyes glued to the man.

He stared ahead, watched as the swell of the wave started, before turning around and paddling. He kept his eye behind him on the wave, moving to correct himself and hit the wave at just the right spot. He steadied his feet on the board and stood, thrusting his hips forward to propel the board on top of the now-crested wave. His smile lit up his entire body.

He did it; you cheered internally, before scolding yourself. Who cares, certainly not you.

Jungkook balanced and risked a run through the rolling wave. He timed it well enough he could make it before the tube filled with water. With a quick jut of his legs and his hip, he shoved his body and board through the tube, fingers dragging across the glassy surface.

God, he looked gorgeous. The wave encircled him, as if he were the god of the water.

You felt your throat jump high in your mouth.

The tube was closing quickly; the wave dying down. Getting caught in a rip curl was deadly, forcing the victims underwater for too long.

Jungkook pressed his body closer to the board, willing the aerodynamics to take him faster to the end of the tube.

You watched him, crying out loud to encourage him to hurry, as if he could hear you from your perch.

Within seconds, the wave crashed and dragged the surfer down with him.

Jungkook tumbled off the longboard, head cracking hard against the polyurethane surface. He groaned as water overtook him.

Fuck.

You acted on instinct. You threw the life preserver behind you and ran into the water. You waited for the incoming wave to pass overhead before resurfacing and swimming to him as fast as you could.

You were crying, you noticed, tears escaping your body as you swam harder than you had in your life. You could see him swirling in the water, and you panicked. How were you going to get him out? Without killing yourself in the process.

You squeezed your eyes tight and held yourself sturdy as the wave washed over you, ducking under the water to allow it to pass.

As it passed, you resurfaced and found Jungkook still in the water, not moving, with his surfboard still attached by the tether to his ankle. Fuck, was he unconscious?

You pressed towards him, forcing water out of the way to reach him as quickly as possible, knowing the possibility of him drowning while unconscious was high.

A sob left your lips as you reached the surfer and used all the strength in your body to heave his upper half onto the surfboard. He groaned. You breathed out the air you didn’t realize you were holding. He was alive, thank god.

“Jungkook! Are you okay?” you asked, pushing hair out of his face. Your eyes darted around his body. He was breathing, didn’t appear to have any broken body parts yet, but was bleeding profusely from his forehead, likely when he hit his board in the crash.

You held your hand against the wound, willing it to stop with the pressure. “It’s okay, Kook,” you murmured. “I’m here, it’s okay.” You didn’t know if the words were reassuring for him, or for you. Perhaps both.

The sound of a boat drew you from your attendance to his wound. The large Coast Guard speed boat pulled up beside you and threw in a rope ladder for you to climb on, while skilled men lifted the unconscious Jungkook and his board out of the water. You spotted Yoongi at the helm. You didn’t realize he was Coast Guard, and he rushed to you to hug you close. You sighed a breath of relief at the comfort, thankful you and Jungkook were both all right.

Harsh, choking coughs came from the ground and you pulled from Yoongi to see Jungkook spluttering water from his mouth. You cried at the sight of him awake, breathing, and fell to your knees beside him. The medics had placed gauze and a makeshift bandage on his forehead, protecting his wound and stifling the blood.

“You fucking asshole,” you chided as you delicately pulled the man into your arms. He easily wrapped his arms around you, still gasping for air, clinging to you like his last lifeline.

Jungkook sat in the worn room of the lifeguard shack, a towel wrapped around his shoulders, a blanket on his lap.

“You might be in shock,” you murmured, watching him from your knees on the floor.

“You know, when I pictured you on your knees for me, it wasn’t at a time when I almost died.” He tried to lighten the mood and watched your face pull a smile, before looking towards the floor again. You still hadn’t forgotten the night of the party. The heartbreak at feeling like his second choice, again.

“Sorry, that was stupid,” he chastised himself. “I meant to say thank you. Thank you for helping me. What I did was dumb and risky.”

You scooted closer to him and held his hand in yours. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I'm glad you’re all right. I’m sorry you didn’t win the tournament.”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I forgot about it,” he admitted. “It was so fun trying out that stupid move, I forgot I was competing.”

You couldn’t help but smile up at the surfer.

“You lost…” .

“Because I wanted to.” He smiled.

He knelt down to meet you on the floor, face impossibly close to yours.

“I’m so sorry, for everything. I was an asshole, even when I promised you I wouldn’t be. You’re not my second choice,” he whispered. “You’re my first choice. You saved me, not just from a large head wound,” he motioned to the wrapped bandage around his forehead with a wry smile. “You saved me from a life of trying to prove I’m not a disappointment and lose out on what I loved in life.”

Your eyes sparkled with tears. “I’m proud of you.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you as if you were the life preserver pulling him from the churning depths below the surface.

“Jungkook, I swear to god if you don’t let me suck your cock, I will explode,” you whined as you sat on your knees.

Jungkook grinned at you from the office chair of the lifeguard shack. He was still dripping wet from playing in the surf with Hoseok and Yoongi, wetsuit tight on his toned body.

“My, my. Who knew it took me wearing my wetsuit again for my girlfriend to turn into a cock slut? I just stopped by to say hi, and you’re on your knees for me.” He teased, unzipping the suit to his navel.

“You look so fucking good, I can’t help it,” you begged, hands reaching to help him unzip the rest. “And I know you’re naked under here.” The thought of his cock so near was mouthwatering.

He couldn’t help but sigh with pleasure as you pulled the zipper down all the way and released his thick length from its wet confines. “Mmm, you were right.” He smirked as you grasped his cock in your hands, gasping as you pressed a kiss to the tip.

You sucked his cock into your mouth, enveloping the entire length in your throat. He tasted like the ocean, so salty and pleasant. He tasted like Jungkook, warm and sweet.

You bobbed your head up and down his length, groaning at the feeling of his cock touching the back of your throat.

“Shit, babe, you’re so good,” he grunted, allowing his eyes to shut in pleasure.

You continued your journey, sucking and bobbing expertly and adding a fist to help jerk him to completion. He whined, already so close, and tapped your shoulder. “Gonna cum, baby.”

Your hand grasped at his balls, rubbing your hands down and over the sensitive sack, encouraging him to release down your throat.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck,” he gasped quickly. With a few drags of your tongue and throat, he was releasing his load into your mouth. You hummed with pleasure, allowing his cock to fall from your mouth with a pop, and swallowed the load down. You stuck your tongue out to show your clean mouth.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “Now, be a doll and let me fuck you over the desk,” he ordered as he slapped your swimsuit covered ass.

You squeaked and jumped into position, bending over the old desk and pushing your ass out towards him.

“Yes, daddy,” you teased.

He quirked an eyebrow. “That’s new.”

“Thought we’d try it out, daddy,” you emphasized with a wiggle of your ass.

“I don’t hate it,” he shrugged, tugging the strip of fabric that covered your cunt to the side.

“Hurry and fuck me, babe, my break is over in 20 minutes.”

He huffed. “I thought daddy gave the orders, baby,” he frowned.

“Sorry, daddy. Please fuck me, I only have 20 minutes.” Your eyes pleaded with him, giving him the puppy dog stare he couldn’t resist.

With one push, Jungkook was fully enveloped in your slick heat. He gasped at the familiar feeling of your cunt, one he would never ever get sick of.

“Fuck,” he whined.

You agreed with a moan and a jiggle of your hips, begging to start a rhythm.

Jungkook was weak and complied, quickly settling into quick thrusts. He knew he didn’t have much time to drag this out, so he was intent on getting you off as quickly as he could.

You arched your back, gasping at the feel of him filling you. Jungkook seemed to fit perfectly inside you, and you gawped at how quickly he could wring orgasms out of you with his cock.

“You like bending over the desk for me, hmm?” he questioned. “You’re so wet.”

You murmured a low response, straight from your throat. The tendrils of orgasm slowly worked their way around your stomach, threatening to explode as Jungkook nudged your cervix with each push.

“Shit, right there,” you cried, grasping for the edges of the desk to steel yourself.

Jungkook simply went harder, faster, angling himself at the angle you needed. Watching you fall apart under his hands surpassed any feeling. He loved bringing you to your knees.

“Yeah, fuck,” he grunted. “Cum on my cock.”

You threw your head back, moaning loudly at your boyfriend’s ability to disintegrate your core in minutes. It didn’t help that he had worked you up in his wetsuit, and sucking his cock had pleased you more than you thought possible. You were so close, so deliciously close.

“Oh, my god! Baby, I’m cumming, fuck!” You tried to muffle your cries, but Jungkook thrusted harder as your cunt fluttered and convulse around him. He keened at the feeling, swiftly bringing himself to an end inside you. He loved filling you up, seeing his cum slip down your thighs.

You panted hard, gazing back at the surfer standing behind you as he pulled his softening cock from your depths.

“I love you,” you smiled.

Jungkook lifted a cocky grin, hand still wrapped around his cock to stuff back into his wetsuit.

“And I love you.” He punctuated with a kiss on your back as he slipped your swimsuit back into place along your core.

Jungkook was like the ocean. Turbulent, unexpected. Salty and sweet. Relaxing and energetic. And you loved Jungkook just as you did the dark blue waves.

Jungkook loved the ocean, too. He loved spending hours surfing, playing in the water with you, napping on a towel in the sand, chasing you with seaweed, fucking you in the lifeguard tower. He loved everything about the beach and the shore.

But Jungkook’s most beloved aspect of the beach was you.

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