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Serendipity 01 | (M)

pairing— jeon jungkook x reader, friendwithbenefitsAU genre/warnings— smut, fluff, slight angst, swearing words—5,169 ↳ chapters → CHAPTER 2

chapter 1 summary: ❝The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. After forgetting to click out of his pornhub incognito tab last night, you find yourself shoulder-to-shoulder with Jungkook at 3am watching the rest of it.❞

When you agreed to have a weekly movie night with your best friend, you imagined watching Princess Mononoke with snacks and hot tea. You never imagined it would be any different from your usual movie nights because Jungkook has never been and will never be spontaneous with his time.

Jungkook likes an order to things. He’s systematic in the way that he thinks and absolutely avoids things that are irrational and non-sequential. It’s most of the reason why your engineer brother likes him, they think alike and both avoid making emotional connections with people.

But you’re fine with that because you’re too focused on your own studies to venture out into the dark social ocean to meet new people too.

Jungkook was your person and you were sure he’d remain that way for the rest of your life because you don’t think he’d try and find anyone else. He’s never tried in the 17 years of knowing him to find someone else.

Jungkook thinks that studying architecture encourages social isolation, loneliness and abstinence. And from the little friends that remain in his social circle as a result, it meant that you had to go out of your way to spend time with him. You just hoped he’d be a little bit more mutual with you and meet you halfway. It’s half of your friendship fights these days, he didn’t do enough for you and you were very vocal about that.

So, here you are. After prompting at 1 in the morning to buy him pizza, Jungkook invites you over to watch movies until the sunrises. He gets the popcorn, you set up the netflix, it was routine. You just never expected to find a big fat dick on his computer as the remainder of the porn he forgot to click out of continues to loudly play in front of you.

“My cock looks so good pumping your pussy Ellen, fuck.”

Running from the kitchen, bags of popcorn dancing dangerously from tired hands, he yells desperately from the hallway as though anything he could say could excuse what your eyes were seeing. “I can explain-

“-jesus Jungkook,” you interrupt, holding your knees to your chest and resting your chin on them as he bursts through his bedroom door. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of stuff.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook shouts, closing the door behind him before throwing the bags of popcorn on his bed. “That wasn’t me.”

“You live alone mate.”

“Okay, shit,” he whispers and you laugh softly to his dismay. “I was lonely and that’s just what happens when boys get lonely Y/N. So shut up and stop laughing at me okay?”

“Hey, I just didn’t expect you to be into this kind of stuff, like from the way you lust over anime characters, I always thought your porn preference would be animated...” You glance at him as he stands at the end of his bed.

He stares at the back of his macbook, seemingly staring into the oblivion of his own making. He can’t believe he forgot to click out of it, he was just too afraid he’d ejaculate all of the keyboard. He didn’t want to jeopardise his hard drive.

“Jungkook?” you ask, patting the bed space beside you. “Are you like, okay?”

Beneath his circular rimmed glasses, his cheeks dust with a fuschia kind of pink. “Of course I’m okay,” he smiles awkwardly. You watch him readjust his beanie, stuff his hands into his big black puma hoodie before graciously sitting beside you on his bed. “Are you okay?” he asks. You both ignore the pigeon type moaning coming from his computer as he looks at you.

“I’m fine,” you nod. “So, stop being weird.”

He sniffs loudly before rubbing his fist across his nostrils. “I’m a man Y/N, I have needs so don’t laugh at me about this okay, and don’t you dare go on your blog and tell your followers about it either. It’s better than sleeping around with girls who get too attached.” You stare incredulously at him before turning back to the screen. “You finished 3 minutes into the video though Jungkook ...like… she still has her clothes on, what were you getting off to? His balls?”

He scoffs beside you. “I can’t expect you to know the intricacies of a man's lust when you barely know your own.”

You shrug. “Well, I guess you just ejalucate really quickly then. You even finished before they did.”

He gasps in response and you watch the broad shouldered brunette pornstar thread his fingers into the much smaller pornstar before pulling the absolute fuck out of her hair. You wince, feeling your scalp tingle.

“What? I finished before them?” Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, unsure if you were joking or not. “God, I’m so fucking confused right now. It’s an hour long video Y/N, of course I did.”

You straighten your head, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. “Oh ...does it not take that long for you?”

“Here we go, trying to sound like you know everything again when you clearly know nothing,” He scoffs, laughter fluttering out from his fucking annoying mouth. “What kind of man lasts that long masterbating Y/N, think about it?”

“I haven’t had sex with anyone, how would I know how long it takes?”

“I’m turning this off,” he exhales, grabbing out for the mouse in front of you. “I don’t want to taint your innocence and you’re scaring me with how into it you’re acting.”

Quickly grabbing the mouse from his reach, you shove it between your thighs. “No, I want to watch. I haven’t watched porn before and I want to know if there is a happy ending for her. She’s working so hard.”

“Lol, what are you saying?”

You slap his chest, eyes remaining on the screen. “I’m a feminist Jungkook, let me watch.”

“What does feminism have to do with this?”

“Just, let me watch G O D.”

He frowns, shaking his head. “You’re acting like you haven’t watched porn before?”

“Well duh, it’s because I haven't and better your computer than my own.”

He pauses, eyebrows levelling out. “Wait, you… actually haven’t…. How is that fucking possible? You’re literally the grossest person I know. You haven’t watched porn before? Bullshit.”

You nod as the actors change positions, her on top this time. You sigh in envy at how soft her skin looks, as he rubs his thumb lovingly over her hip. You bet she uses coconut oil. “You look so filthy taking my dick like that Ellen, ride me bitch, ride me.”

“That’s not very nice calling her a bitch-” leaning forward, you search for the pornstars name in the video description. “-James, you should treat her like a lady when she’s sitting on your penis like a bloody throne.”

Jungkook laughs beside you. “Okay, I’m starting to believe that this is your first time.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you watch his stomach muscles flex as her moans began to ricochet off his tiled floors. The sound has a bizarre effect on your groin as you began to feel it throb.

You gulp nervously, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the sound of her desperate moaning. “I feel weird watching this Jungkook.”

“You’re 21 how the fuck-”

“-don’t judge me. I was afraid the government would monitor my account if I watched it, you know how viruses weaken your security these days. Who knows what you’re inviting into your privacy and even your webcam.”

“You watch way too many hollywood lifestyle movies, but still Y/N, how have you not watched porn before? Have you even masterbated before?”

“That is beside the point.” you exhale, shifting uncomfortably, putting your feet flat against his bed. You weren’t ever given the opportunity and you certainly never had the courage to do it on your own.

“So you haven't?” he asks.

“Question, do all dicks look like that?” you ask, turning your head to the side. “Surely not, that looks painful. She looks like she’s in pain.”

Jungkook laughs beside you, suddenly feeling like he just opened a door to a room for you that you had no plans on leaving. “It’s a good kind of pain, I promise.”

“Surely that thing hurts though, it looks like a monster penis- a horse penis- no an elephant's trunk but pink and veiny,” you laugh, getting excited. “No wait, it looks like a cow's tongue Jungkook.”

You turn to Jungkook as he takes a deep breath. “Wait, does your penis look like that?”

He turns back to the TV, taking another deep breath. “No, mines smaller.”

You laugh, giving him the side eye as you do. “I shouldn’t have asked, since most of your cock is in your personality.”

“Very funny Y/N. My penis is an average size thank you, most girls don’t like too big anyway.”

“They do?” You heave a sigh of relief. “Lord, I don’t know why I feel relieved by that.”

“Her nipples are so small and perky,” he comments, crossing his arms over his chest again. “Do your boobs look like that?” he asks, returning his gaze back to yours.

“Ahhh,” you mutter, biting your lip, eyes never straying from the screen. “I think mine are a bit bigger. More real as well, slightly darker in tone BUT DONT YOU DARE JUDGE SOMEONE'S NIPPLES OKAY, THATS SO FUCKING RUDE.”

He raises his hands in surrender at the sudden projection of your voice. “Wasn’t gonna.”

You both settle on his bed, watching as he slowly takes his penis out and agonisingly slowly, thrusts himself into her again. It was cinematic, truly a magnificent piece of art. “I could watch this all day.” she holds his wrists tight. “ Please don’t. Please fuck me.”

And this is how you spend the rest of your witching hour.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything but every now and then he clears his throat.

You don’t say anything either and mostly becuase you’re impressed with Ellen’s flexibility but you do lean forward to minimise the sound a little. Her moans were making you feel jealous of her vocal range.

“Can I ask a dumb question?” Jungkook asks.

“Better than anyone I know.” you respond, eyes still fixed on the red handprints on the milky white skin of her ass.

He stares at you in contempt. “Does watching this ...does it make you feel wet?”

Frowning, you turn to him. “Wet? You mean in the downstairs department or bleeding nose?”

Laughing, he elbows your ribs. “Downstairs. Please tell me it has an effect on you and that you aren’t some alien.”

Your laugh flutters pleasantly, making his heart strangely flutter. The feeling is foreign to him but not exactly unwelcomed. He liked it when you laughed.

“I like it,” you smile, rubbing your thighs together. “It’s not my cup of tea though. I’d like it more if it was just girls to be honest. I don’t know how I feel about his penis sword, kind of off putting but her moans are nice.”

“I agree.”

“Can I ask you a question then?”

“Sure.” he says, putting a pillow on his lap.

“How do you do it?”

He blinks in confusion. “Do what?”

“Masterbate. Does it hurt more if the penis doesn’t have a hoodie like the others because I read in Cosmo that it means their less sexually mature,” you deadpan. “Like men who are left handed.”

“Hoodie?” He raises his eyebrows in confusion, pink dusts his olive cheeks once again. You were talented at throwing him completely off his axil, sometimes he thinks that’s why he keeps you around. You were his spontaneity. “How...do I…. are you asking me how I personally masterbate or are you asking me how you should masterbate?”

You shake your head. “No, I mean you. How do you masterbate? Girls put fingers inside of them, and rub their finger tips of their clit. Do you ...do you do the same with your asshole?”

“Jesus fucking christ Y/N, you’re 21 this is unacceptable,” he says. Your cheeks glow with embarrassment, he knows how hurtful bringing up your lack of experience feels and immediately regrets bringing it up when tears begin to pool in your eyes.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that,” Jungkook whispers, bringing his palm to your face. He cups your jaw, rubbing his thumb across your cheek bone. “I didn’t mean it like the way you were thinking. Waiting for the right person is good, I just don’t want you to continue to miss out on something that you could do to yourself that feels just as good you know?”

You nod, sinking your face into the warmth of his palm. “I just ...I never got the opportunity to ask my ex-boyfriends and I’m already comfortable enough to ask you because I love you and you let me poop when you’re showering. I just hate it when you make me feel like I’m a failure because I haven’t done it.”

He leans forward, pulling you into his chest. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, you nuzzle your face into his neck. “You aren’t a failure. I’m just confused because you’re the most beautiful person I know, you could have any guy begging to sleep with you.”

You sigh against his skin. Goosebumps lick down his spine in response. “Sex isn’t a race Jungkook when you’re trying to find love. Shouldn’t finding something substantially comforting and emotionally alluring take precedence on mindless sex with strangers or horrible creatures that don’t care about your mental well being.”

He cackles, his body shaking against yours. “You don’t understand Y/N. I’m a man, we are wired to think about sex all the time and because I’m committed to my work, I’d rather sleep with girls I don’t know to avoid the commitment of getting to know one. The idea of falling in love with someone I have to get to know even stresses me out.”

“You’re an entitled jerk Jungkook, anyone ever tell you that? Look, I just want to fall in love and be a goddess at sex for my future lover but I don’t even know where to begin.” You sigh.

“You can start with me?” Jungkook smiles before kissing your forehead. “Look, I can show you how I masterbate if you want.”

You pull back from him. “What?”

Leaning back against the headboard of his bed, he nods without looking at you. “If it means so much to you, I’ll show you. It’s not like it’s a big deal anyway.” Unbuckling his belt, he unzips his jeans beside you. You find yourself unable to speak. Unable to look. Unable to breathe. Jungkook throws his jeans onto the floor by his bed before shoving his hand into the bag of popcorn and stuffing his face. You can’t help yourself from looking at his thighs, those beautiful things.

“Wouldn’t that be weird?” you ask. “I hate to say it but you’re like a brother to me.”

“Doon’t ffuckking ssay thhat.” he shouts, incoherently. Shaking his head at you as he swallows, you pout. “Y/N. You won't learn with porn, it's not even real. I’m real however, and prepared to do this for you 100 %. Unless you don’t want me too show you then I won't.”

“What do you mean porns not real? His real dick was entering a real person’s vagina and they were bumping uglies to an uncoordinated rhythm like baboons. What part of this is unreal?”

He stares at you strangely, an expression you identify as shock and lust? Lord knows what the fuck he’s thinking. “There is a third person present with a camera, she’s fake moaning to get him off, he pumped his penis and he’s ignoring her clit. He’s on drugs, she’s bored, the video is edited and no one is sweaty. No sweat, no effort.”

You make an “oh” sound with your mouth.

“Look Y/N, I’ll show you. I’ll talk you through it,” you watch him wipe the butter from his popcorn on his jumper before he starts palming himself over his navy briefs. “To start, I am going to start touching my erection okay? You know what an erection is?” he asks condescendingly.

Nodding your head, you stimulate an erection by pointing your finger at him. “An erection is a type of pill you put in your ass so you can poop lava right?” you joke, rolling your eyes at him. “Of course I know what an erection is but you have an erection already? Jesus.”

Groaning, he throws his head back against the headboard of his bed. “Of course I fucking do, we’ve been watching porn together for the past half an hour. I went hard as soon as you told me that you liked the idea of having something thick and hard in your mouth.”

“I was talking about food though.”

“Are you kidding?” Throwing the pillow across the room in frustration, Jungkook angrily points to the tent in his pants. “This is thick and hard and wants to be in your mouth, you tease. How do you expect me to interpret something like that during porn as food Y/N? I am a man and all the blood is flowing to my penis, not my brain.”

“I concur that what you are saying is not a recent development and the blood has only ever flowed to your penis or your ego. But that is beside the point here, are you telling me that you want me to suck your noodle?” you blink at him, doe eyed. “Because you pee out of that and I’m going to have to at least ask that you shower four times before even thinking of putting that jabba the hutt in my mouth.”

“Jabba the hutt? Like that fat gangstar from Star Trek?”

“What the?” Your mouth drops open. You smack his chest. “He’s from Star Wars you idiot, we watched all those movies together, how do you not remember???”

Rolling his eyes, he says. “Dude, we’ve watched every single movie together. How am I supposed to remember… that … particular film… hey, why am I arguing with you over this, you called my penis jabba the hutt.”

You try hard not to laugh but it happens. “If the shoe fits baby, you gotta put it on.”

“I was turned on before but now your talent for ruining the moment prevails. Can we just get onto it, it’s almost 4 in the morning and if you keep talking, I’m going to go limp and you’ll miss out.”

“But Kooksta, my number one homeboy, why?” You rub your thighs together anyway, unable to look away from him as he runs his fingers over the very prominent erection beside you. “Why are you actually doing this for me? Isn’t it a bit ...weird?”

“Not at all. I’d do anything for you,” he says nonchalantly, and your heart suddenly begins to flutter against your ribs. “Do I take my jumper off?”

You shake your head. “You’ll get cold, leave it on.”

He nods. “Because my body doesn’t heat up to a thousand degrees when I have sex or anything.” Leaving his black puma hoodie on, he looks up at you with a silent question of “are you ready?” before slowly taking off his briefs when you nod in response.

You watch the navy cloth fly across the room.

The satisfied sound of freedom flutters from his lips, just fucking fantastic. You can see this becoming his normal -lying beside you in the nude. He’d bloody love that.

“Hey look at me, don’t make this weird. I know you want to see me nakey nakey naked.” he sings.

Unable to respond verbally, you gulp nervously as he sits beside you completely bottomless bare. “You can look at it, it's okay.” he says, amused by the strain of your neck as you avidly ignore everything from his neck down.

“But your one eyed monster will give me nightmares. I don’t think I can do it.”

“He’s not that scary,” Jungkook laughs, sniffing his nose as he takes a firm hold of his penis. “You’re missing out down here.”

Clapping your hands together, you close your eyes. “I’ll look in a moment, I just need to pray to the holy father.”

“Whatever.” Jungkook says before spitting into his palm. Shifting beside you, Jungkook begins to pump his length to a steady rhythm. He watches you from the corner of his eye, suddenly entranced by the softness of your skin and the plump colour of your lips. Had they always looked like that?

Trailing his eyes down the expanse of your neck to the cleavage peeking out from your top, he imagines kissing your skin. Since when did you grow boobs? Jungkook moves his hand quicker as he imagines what you’d look like with no shirt on.

“Y/N, open your eyes,” he whimpers, his voice strained. “Watch me.”

The slick sounds of his hand and the little gasps and whimpers he makes, fill the room. You open your eyes but they stay cast on the blueprint of the airplane he never ended up building for you on his far wall. “I have opened them.” you whisper.

“Look at me.”

You don’t.

“Baby,” he whimpers beside you, catching your attention. He only ever calls you baby accidentally, you never respond to his pet calls because you don’t think he means to say them to you. “Just look at me, you’ll be fine. You’ll like it.”

You can hear the shift in his breathing suddenly and only when he closes his eyes, pushing his head back against the sofa, do you look at him.

He’s taken off his beanie and his soft brown hair sits messily on top of his head. His glasses sit at a weird angle on his nose and his bottom lip remains tucked between his teeth. His eyes are clenched tight and his jaw is tense as he works himself.

Then you look down.

The veins in his arms look like they’re about to bust out of his skin as his palm holds his length, jacking his cock. “Y/N, are you looking?” he moans out and you nod, before remembering he can’t see and then saying yes.

Gazing in awe at the pace he set, you bite your lip. A bead of pre-cum dribbles down the head of his cock as he pumps it hard and fast. It’s such a strange forbidden feeling that ruptures through your body, that it almost feels wrong to watch. You’ve been friends with him for years and not once have you ever thought of having sex with him until now.

You wondered if he feels the same.

“Jungkook, I feel weird watching you masterbate.” you murmur, sinking your teeth onto your bottom lip. If you were being honest, it was single handedly the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

“What kind of weird?” he moans out.

You grind your thighs together at the sound of his moan. “My groin is throbbing and my heart is racing and I suddenly feel like I’m sweating a whole lot.”

“You must like it then,” opening his eyes, he rolls his head to face yours. His gaze is lust stricken, dark and hazy, akin to how you’d imagine a lion would look at its prey. He looks like he’s about to pounce on you. “Just finger yourself then, you’ll see how good it feels too.” he whispers.

“What?” you whisper back, watching the beads of sweat fall down his face. “You want me to finger… myself?”

“Trust me, it feels good. Just put your hands down your pants and run your fingers over your clit, come on. You know what a clit is right?”

“Of course I know what a clitoris is, I passed year 9 sexual education unlike you.”

He snort laughs before scooting closer to you. “I helped you put the condom on Y/N, you would’ve failed too had I not.”

“Touche.” you admit.

Staring down at the waistband of your pants, you throw caution to the wind. Maybe it would relieve some of the stress you’ve been feeling lately. Maybe Jungkook can help you with it. “Okay, I’ll do it but this stays between us okay.”

“Yeah yeah, of course. Who am I going to tell? I don’t know your friends.”

Pushing the computer further down the bed, you put the pillow on your lap in fear of Jungkook seeing your private parts. “Right and you don’t have any so there isn’t anyone I can tell.”

He cackles. “Shut up and get on with it before I finish before you.”

“Don’t want that happening again.”

“Aren’t you just a little shit today? God, sometimes I think about you and then I think, ‘I’d really like to fuck the wit out of you’ that’s if I could, ya know.”

“What?” you ask.

Wearily, you slip your fingers into your underwear. The coldness of your fingers feels weird against your warm core, the contrast is a strange feeling.

“Or just generally shut you up with my cock in your mouth, I bet you’d like that.” he laughs and you smack his chest with your free hand.

“I know that right now is a very intimate space for us but if you’d like to shut the fuck up and think about your own cock in your mouth for once, that would be great. P.s. I’ve got my fingers in my vagina and so far it just feels cold.”

“Explore, gently run your fingertips over your clit, find what you like. When it feels good, you’ll know.” he says, leaning towards your neck. His hot breath flutters through your hair as he turns to watch your hand work your core. “Now move your fingers up and down. Set a pace. You could even use your other hand to play with your boobs ...unless you want me to do that.”

“I’ll leave them alone for now actually. Next time, I’ll do that.”

Jungkook tries not to scowl at that but your body, your rules. “That’s okay, focus on fingers. Be delicate. Try moving in 8’s over your clit.”

Encouraged by his voice and the quickening pace of Jungkook's hand, you rub the pads of your fingertips over your sensitive nub like how he says and the feeling is like lightning striking you down in the best kind of ways.

“Oh fuck me,” you moan out, melting into the headboard as you rub over your clit in vigorous circular motions. “Jungkook, it feels so good.”

Jungkook watches as you bite your lip. He watches as you throw your head back and moan out his name. He’s not going to lie and say that it wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen you do but he’s not about to admit that right now when all he can think about his cumming all of your face.

The sight he imagines is enough for him to cum but… he doesn’t. Not yet.

You turn to face him, cheeks slightly flushed. It feels like your throat is tightening. You whimper. You whine, you can’t help the sounds bubbling from your throat. It just feels so good.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, he just watches. He can’t help but watch you and he wants to get off, he can feel it spark up from his toes. He works himself harder, until he feel like he can’t breathe. God, why did this feel so much better when you were there doing it with him.

And you’re right there with him touching yourself, tethering on the same threshold. He never imagined he’d ever be in this position with you but you’re here, he loves it.

You can’t even control your moans and you hate it, you’re so sensitive, it feels too good but then you hear it, Ellen’s loud climax on the computer in front of you and it’s enough to spur quick movements on your clit. Ignoring the porn, he continues to masterbate beside you, ruthlessly watching you thrith against your fingers.

“Jungkook, I think I’m about to finish.” you choke, furrowing your brows.”

The sloshing sound gets faster as Jungkook chants his blasphemy, he’s so close he can feel it. “Ah fuck,” he whimpers, lifting his hips to meet his hand. It’s uncoordinated and desperate but it does the trick as he cums all over his hand.

You spasm against the headboard not that long after him, mouth agape, throat dry, legs twitching. Your hearts still racing in your chest, hard and heavy.

You can’t believe you just did that but it feels like relief, it feels like something has just melted off your shoulders in the best kind of way and an awkward feeling that can only be described as embarrassment and regret floods you.

He pants beside you, the shock of what just occurred blends in with the beautiful reminder of reality. How is he going to face you from now on?

“Ellen I’m gonna come. Where do you want me to co-

Jungkook lurches forward to slam the laptop closed and you both stare into the darkness for a while, regretting whatever the hell you both just did that for until the lightest cackle escapes his lips. “Think that was enough education for one night?”

You nod. “I feel thoroughly educated, thank you Jungkook.”

“The pleasure was all mine.” he bows his head, hand still covered in semen, hand still attached to his penis. Literally.

You look down at his hand before looking back up at him. “Yeah, we know.”

The silence festers between you, seconds stretch into minutes until Jungkook finally speaks up but you’re already over the embarrassment of the situation, what happened, happened and that is it. “So, did you lik-

“Jungkook, do you think her real name is Ellen?”

He stares at you with an incredulous look on his face. Grabbing the bag of popcorn by the computer, he dips his dirty fingers into the remaining buttered popcorn. “Oh for Christ's sake Y/N. Of course it’s not Ellen.”

You stare at him in disgust as you watch him eat popcorn from his semen covered finger tips. “EW, WHAT THE FUCK JUNGKOOK. THIS IS LIKE CANNIBALISM. AT LEAST WASH YOUR HANDS BEFORE YOU EAT YOU DISGUSTING PIG.”

Turning to you, he slowly eats popcorn loving the look of utter and complete disgust cross your face. “What can I say, I’m a dirty boy.”

Pointing to the door, you stammer. “Look, I know this is your house and all but kindly get the fuck out of here.”

Leaning forward, he quickly kisses your cheek before clambering off the bed. “I’m going to have a shower if you want to join me.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Fuck off Jungkook.”

Hands up in surrender, Jungkook grins at you. “Not yet? Okay, next time then.”

You throw a pillow at him as runs toward the bathroom. “Whatever.”

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