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riaarivic · 6 months

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HIS - KNJ x F!reader: 1 Into you

💗Pairings idol!NamjoonxReader

💗 Genres idol!AU, Smut, Angst, Romance, Enemies to lovers

💗 Rating 18+ minors DNI

💗 Summary Four years have passed since the last time you saw Kim Namjoon. But now he was right in front of you, with the same stupid warm smile that made your good judgment (and underwear) disappear without a trace. You haven't seen him for four years. But now here you were working for BTS again. Having to see his insufferably attractive face every day of your life again.

But there's something Namjoon doesn't know. The little girl with almond eyes and dimples in her smile clinging to his ex-girlfriend's hip, not only looked too much like him. But she was… His.

💗 Warnings for the series: Unplanned pregnancy (I KNOW BUT HEAR ME OUT) Unprotected sex, foul language, angst, miscommunications, pinning, SO MUCH PINNING, Hurt/comfort. Will update as the series progress. 💗 Warnings for the chapter: reader has very conflictive emotions about the news of her pregnancy at the begining. This chapter will have some back and forth time skips

💗 A/N: ⚠️ dialogue in BOLD is intended to be in English if not, they are speaking in Korean. ⚠️

Love, Ria

💗 Chapter wordcount 3,4k

💗 Series Index 1 2

His 01: Into you

"And baby even on our worst nights. I'm into you" Into you - Paramore.

💗💗💗MARCH 2021💗💗💗

You have to admit, you've been glued to your computer screen for a solid twenty minutes, utterly motionless.

Hyung-Joon, once your boss and now your business partner, just forwarded an email confirming your company's involvement in BTS's upcoming Permission to Dance on Stage tour. The whole team was buzzing with excitement about the colossal job ahead.

It would be the biggest job in your company.

It really was the opportunity of a lifetime, the pay was enough to take Hana on a Disney cruise vacation.

For a whole year.

Three years in a row.

Heck, you could buy the damn boat.

That's how good it would be.

You should be basking in the joy of this achievement.

Yet, the smallest detail casts a shadow over the happiness—precisely, the leader of the band. The young, talented, millionaire, successful, infuriating asshole Kim Namjoon is your daughter's father.

For the tiniest detail, it must be emphasized that he had no intention of being a part of her life.

Fuck him.

He couldn't even summon the decency to meet your gaze when he sent his mother and manager to deliver an envelope full of money, effectively kicking you and your daughter out of Korea.

The memory of it turned your stomach.

💗💗💗JANUARY 2017💗💗💗

An alien.

That's how all the people saw you when you entered Big Hit as if you came from another planet entirely. An alien who spoke their language perfectly, who had not come as part of a tourist excursion, but to work.

They all regarded you as if you had a second head protruding from your back. The security, while registering your information for your access card; the staff, makeup artists, hair stylists—all whispered things as you walked by.

What the hell were you getting yourself into?

The chance of a lifetime, you reminded yourself. The pay might not be extravagant, but the perks of being part of a K-pop group's staff more than compensated for it.

You were going to travel all over the world, meet new people, eat delicious things and most of all… be as far away geographically as possible from where you came from.

This is the opportunity of a lifetime

After navigating several security checkpoints and maneuvering through what felt like a maze of boxes filled with the group's merchandise, materials, and clothing, you reached the office where they awaited you.

The global press department.

Though the term "department" sounded too grand for the small space—more like a converted broom closet with your boss's desk and yours side by side.

"Oh! Miss… um," you smiled as you saw him struggling with the pronunciation of your full name.

"Call me y/n. You must be Manager Hyung-Joon," the man let out a sigh of relief. Despite his imposing stature, dominating the tiny office, a friendly smile adorned his face.

"Miss y/n, you're just in time. They are about to finish a rehearsal, and we are going to start the first practice interviews for the US tour. Did you bring everything you need?" You nodded, and he motioned for you to follow him.

Probably, nothing you had read about this group could prepare you for what lay ahead. As Manager Hyung-Joon swung open the door, the first thing that struck you was the noise.

That room was pure Chaos.

What you'd expect if you left seven practically teenage men to their own devices. They chatted and laughed, appearing at first glance like a bunch of ordinary kids.

Not like the young men who would become the biggest musical act in history.

"Bangtan, can you please be quiet?" the manager shouted, capturing everyone's attention. "This is y/n; she will be your translator from now on." All seven pairs of eyes turned to you simultaneously, and once again, there it was.

That look that made you feel utterly out of place.

According to what you'd been told, it wasn't common for the company to hire young, let alone single, women to work with BTS. Yet, you excelled at your job, armed with a glowing recommendation letter from one of your college professors.

Fast and precise with translations, you also brought experience as a journalist before accepting this position.

And that you accepted the joke of a salary they offered.

The company deemed you useful enough to overlook the fact that you would be the only woman among these men most of the time.

But your integration into the staff didn't happen before their main manager warned them that any attempt at inappropriate behavior towards you would result in drastic consequences.

Not to mention the uncomfortably awkward conversation you had in the president's office, where terms like contraceptives, confidentiality agreements, and the ominous "If you have any kind of relationship with one of the members, we will sue you for everything you have" echoed.

Though you were sure the suitcase you brought to Korea wouldn't be much help to a music company at the time.

The message was clear:

Mess with one of them.

You're out.

It's not like you were interested in a workplace romance; true, they were all attractive, but you needed this job more than anything else in the world.

At that time, Bangtan was gearing up for their promotions in the United States, and they required someone to assist them in English communication.

So they wouldn't be overly dependent on him.

"Do you even speak Korean?" that was the very first words he spoke to you. He wore an expression somewhere between puzzled and annoyed for a moment before turning to speak to Hyung-Joon as if you weren't there. "Are you sure she's not a stalker?"

"I'm a communications major from Busan National University. I also speak Japanese, French, Spanish, and Portuguese. But my first language is English. I suppose that answers your question," you retorted, meeting his gaze challengingly, and he rolled his eyes as if your response bored him.

At the far end of the room, you heard an amused snort; you recognized him from the dossier—his name was Suga.

"Did that lady just shut up Namjoon-hyung?" the youngest among them stared at you as if you were a unicorn, a mythical creature, the weirdest thing he has ever seen, and the older one nudged him to stop staring.

"Nice to meet you all; my name is y/n. I will be your translator, and I hope you can take care of me." You bowed, and when you straightened, you smiled at everyone. He kept his stare locked at you, irritated and unimpressed by your initial response.

That was the beginning of it all.

💗💗💗DECEMBER 2018💗💗💗

Fool.

A complete fool is how you felt, your heart pounding in your chest as you found yourself on your bathroom floor holding a positive pregnancy test. Four years ago, your heart held a different kind of weight, the weight of a secret growing within you.

Two weeks after he had returned to Seoul.

Exactly two weeks after you had told him to get the fuck out of your life.

No. That's not true.

You know better now. He was already gone before you found the strength to let him go. You just hadn't realized it.

So, here you were sitting on your bathroom floor. The weight of your shared history hanging heavily between you. Looking at the abstract pattern on the tiles feeling like a complete idiot.

Feeling guilty for a child who will grow up without a father.

Because...

You thought you were strong enough to handle it. You believed you could navigate motherhood alone, but...

Should you tell him?

Would it be too selfish to unveil this reality now?

How could you shatter his world, now that his career soared to unprecedented heights?

And the company…

You knew The company would go to great lengths to erase you and this secret from existence if necessary..

Kim Namjoon the leader of BTS.

Korea's pride.

Fathering an unplanned child out of wedlock with a foreigner?

It could dismantle everything he had worked for.

And his group. It will destroy them and he will never forgive you for it.

Besides, did you even have the right to reenter his life?

After what you have said to him? After the wounds you carved upon each other?

You wanted to cry, but the tears remained trapped within your eyes.

Kim Namjoon, the man known as RM, the leader of BTS, was your adversary, your lover, the man who once held your heart, and the one who shattered it into irreparable pieces—

All within a year.

💗💗💗NOVEMBER 2019💗💗💗

This is a terrible idea

It took you too long to work up the courage to tell him that you had had a daughter. But you couldn't tell him by phone call or mail.

You mustered all the courage you had and took a plane from Los Angeles to Korea. You definitely did not imagine how extremely difficult 16 hours on a flight with a one year old baby would be.

You had to bribe Jungkook with buying him 10 cartons of banana milk to get his new number.

Calling him was much harder.

"Hello?" His voice, after a year, stirred emotions you believed buried deep within.

You had no idea what to say.

Hi Namjoon, remember me? I'm y/n, your ex-girlfriend, ex-enemy, ex-translator? Oh, by the way, we have a daughter. I'm in Korea. Sorry for not telling you earlier; I panicked, thinking the company might erase us if they found out. Congratulations on the new album.

Definitely not that.

"Hey, Joonie," you blurted, and somehow felt like worse alternative, "I'm in Korea, and I'd like to talk…"

"Yes," he interrupted, his voice as desperate as yours, "I'm sending a driver for you. Where are you staying?"

Two hours later, a black company van awaited you in front of your hotel. It transported you to a far more luxurious apartment complex than their previous dormitory.

They are doing so well.

That made you proud, they deserved every drop of success they had.

But he wasn't in the apartment.

Waiting for you in the living room was a face you'd only seen once—Namjoon's mother, Mrs. Kim Seolmi. Accompanied by bodyguards and a staff member, her gaze held the same mix of disappointment and anger as the first meeting. Her eyes shifted sourly when they landed on Hana, in your arms.

Hana was the vivid image of her father, every feature, dimples, almond eyes, pouty lips, and even her expressions. Seeing Namjoon in her.

It took Mrs. Kim mere seconds to deduce the baby in your arms was her granddaughter.

"He doesn't want to see you, neither you nor the bastard child you're carrying. Did you think you could pass off just anyone's daughter as my son's?" She pulled an envelope from her bag. You knew it contained money. "Take it and leave. A gold-digger like you, using men for money. How disgusting."

"Madam, I don't need your money. If Namjoon doesn't want to see me, he should tell me himself." You clutched your crying daughter, scared by the woman's shouts.

From a corridor emerged Sejin, BangTan's main manager. He always knew everything about them. And his presence here meant The company was already aware that Namjoon had a daughter.

Shit.

"I'm sorry, Miss y/n, but it's true. He asked us to give this to you," Sejin handed you a sealed letter with your name on it, "and this you must sign. It's the only way to prevent the company from taking legal action against you for involving yourself with a member."

"Ha! As if the half-breed was really my Namjoon's daughter."

Oh you were going to kill that woman.

Before you could unleash your thoughts, Sejin spoke again. "y/n, you know what it means to be in a relationship with an idol, let alone having a daughter out of wedlock. This could destroy him and Bangtan. I'm sure you don't want that." His voice carried pity.

"You don't want to go trough this, and we know you don't want to put your daughter through it." He took a breath and sat in front of you. "The company is willing to compensate you for your silence. It's your only option—"

"I don't want your fucking money, Sejin"

"Miss, if you go against the company, we'll have to fight in court, and you could lose custody of your daughter. I'm sorry, but it's true. He didn't want to come when he found out you were coming with your child."

He didn't want to come

When he found out

That you were coming with a child.

Your child.

That phrase echoed in your mind for years. You could still close your eyes and see Sejin's pitiful face—the same one he wore when informing an employee they could no longer work for them.

Because they spoke a second too long with one of them.

Because they smiled at them a little too much.

Because feelings started to emerge.

All were fired and forced to sign mountains of legal documents preventing them from ever speaking about what transpired.

Some were even offered positions at other agencies.

"You're fortunate Bang PDnim decided to compensate you. But it's your decision," he concluded.

Three hours later, you were repacking to return to Los Angeles, vowing never to set foot in Seoul again.

This should never have happened.

As you wiped away tears, your phone buzzed with several notifications.

Message from unknown number: Doll, it's Yoongi. Jungkook told me you were here and you were staying at a hotel in Myeongdon. Message from unknown number: I'm coming to see you.

Message from Cookie 🍪: Y/n Noona, Yoongi Hyung asked me to give him your number. Thanks for the banana milk, you should stop by the dorm and let's drink soju like old times!!!!

Message from NJ: I am so sorry. I hope you can understand.

The last message made you want to throw up.

The phone started vibrating with an incoming call…..

💗💗💗MARCH 2021💗💗💗

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Hyun-Joon regarded you with the same concerned eyes he had five years ago when you first met. He had transitioned from being your boss to your business partner and, eventually, one of your dearest friends. A few months after your departure from Korea, he called to share the news of starting their own management agency with a friend.

The startup funds came from the envelope Sejin handed you as compensation for never disclosing the identity of your daughter's father.

At least something good came from shattering your heart into a thousand pieces.

Today, you were the CEO of a flourishing company offering diverse services to music companies in Korea—translators, managers, staff, security; you had it all, and your agency ranked as the best in the market.

It was only a matter of time before you appeared on HYBE's radar.

It was only a matter of time before you found yourself back in the same room as him.

"Of course, this is the best contract the agency has had since we started. We are professionals, and your CEO is no exception," you reassured yourself more than Hyun-Joon.

He scrutinized you, trying to believe your conviction. "Well, let's get ready; they are about to come in."

The sight before you differed vastly from the first time you saw them in the modest conference room at what was then Big Hit. Through the glass door leading to your meeting room, the bodyguards entered first, followed by the new individual managers.

You knew much had changed since your last encounter. Initially, it was just you and a handful of staff members.

Now, it felt as if the President of the United States or Beyoncé were about to make an entrance.

Scratch that, the president's secret service probably had fewer people.

The room was nearly full, yet they hadn't arrived.

Jungkook walked in first. The last time you saw him, he still wore his school uniform. Now, he appeared as if he had stepped out of a novel, exuding a bad-boy aura with tattoos and all-black attire.

Behind him, Taehyung, the shy boy with the innocent smile, wore a designer suit, exuding timeless elegance like the protagonist of an old Hollywood film. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him.

Jimin seemed unchanged yet transformed simultaneously—beautiful, elegant, with a hint of mischief in his eyes. When he saw you, he smiled discreetly, as if holding back many unspoken words.

Following him, J-Hope entered. His off-stage personality always intimidated you, yet he remained the kindest and most focused among them. That hadn't changed.

Yoongi walked in behind him, smiling genuinely upon seeing you. Among all of them, he was the only one you still maintained contact with. Nonetheless, seeing him in person brought a sense of relief.

Jin came in almost last, and you couldn't help but be amused. Despite not having seen him in person for four years, he hadn't aged a day. Serene as ever, he entered with a respectful bow.

A chill ran down your spine.

They entered in the official order.

From youngest to oldest.

And last.

Him.

Kim Namjoon, always entering last, responsible for introducing them all. Front and center, as always. His now-blond hair caught your attention first. Even beneath his clothes, you could see that he had grown. His arms filled his shirt just like his chest and legs.

Your mind instinctively wandered into territory you almost slapped yourself for entertaining.

You looked up, and he was looking at you. Whether he was surprised or not, his face revealed nothing. With almost a decade in the business, Kim Namjoon knew how to conceal his emotions.

Assuming he had any.

He obviously doesn't care to see you. And who were you to him?—just some woman he was fucking four years ago.

Just

The mother of his daughter.

Your ears buzzed, and you were so deeply lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice when he began talking.

"...it's a pleasure for us to work again with you and your agency," that damn voice, it could still stir emotions in you. "Miss Y/LN, it's also nice to see you again."

Oh, is he going to call you by your last name?

"It's Lee now," your voice sounded cooler than you thought it would, perfect.

"Congratulations, in that case," he stiffened his jaw, and you smiled at him. Simultaneously, several people in the room tensed up.

Ah yes, that was another detail Kim Namjoon obviously didn't know about you.

Eric Lee was your other business partner and your best friend. You had married three years ago so that he could obtain a visa and stay in the US with you.

Eric gave his last name to Hana and had practically raised her with you.

And also.

Eric was completely, totally, and utterly gay.

Your marriage was only on paper.

But that was a detail you weren't going to explain to Kim Namjoon.

By the way… where the hell was he?

Namjoon cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts. "In that case, I think we can start—"

"Mommy!" a little voice interrupted, entering the room. With so many people there, you could only see the top of her dark brown hair. "Uncle said to play hide and seek; can I hide with you?"

Almond eyes.

Dimples in the smile.

The same pouty lips.

Kim Namjoon who was almost 10 years in the industry and knew perfectly well how to hide his emotions, but he looked at the little girl in front of him as if he had just seen an alien.

His face showed a thousand questions.

How old was that little girl?

Why did she have the same eyes as him?

Why had she called you mom?

Did you have a daughter?

The whole room tensed up.

Oh shit, I knew this was a bad idea.

But things happened so fast.

For the first time in her life, Kim Namjoon looked at his daughter's face.

And you were looking at the consecuence of what once was a stolen kiss behind a closed door.

And then evolved to so much more.

A snarky remark.

An irritated snort after others spoke.

A heated argument in a press room.

A few stolen kisses behind the staff room door.

A night in a hotel room.

And despite your reluctance to admit it,

Despite everything.

You would always be

His.

💗💗💗💗💗💗

I KNOOOOOWWWW! Another fic and I haven't finished translating/editing/rewriting/posting Hate!. But Yes, I had to, I had a writers block and decided to pull this one out of the vault of prompts.

Pregnancy troupe? while I'm writing a dark mafia romance? I KNOW But hear me out with this one, it is A RIDE.

I REALLY wanted to write a short agnsty BUT filled with heart clenching romance and.. other things clenching smuttines.

Yes, I'll continue updating Hate! but i would love you a bit if you give this baby a chance... literal baby. AND KIM NAMJOON AS A GIRL DAD!!?? IM NOT GOING TO DEPRIVE MYSELF OF THAT

Ps. If you want to be on the tag list drop a comment below!! 👩🏼‍💻✨

As always love you guys,

Ria 💗

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts suga #bts #bts imagines #bts au #bts rm #bts romance #bts idol #namjoon #run bts #bts fic #bts scenarios

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accio-victuuri · 5 months

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(candy vault) : alexander mcqueen shoes, nike off white and yibo’s missing mole 🤍

this fandom has lots of candies in the past years and there are ones that fall through the cracks or things that i simply wanna talk about. also for the benefit of new turtles who probably missed it & a good trip down memory lane for those who’ve been here for a while. i made other posts similar to this before and i haven’t done a good old mini compilation so here ya go. ^^

2/23/2021 WYB was in Beijing, participating in the recording of CCTV’s Lantern Festival program in the evening. The actual broadcast was 2/26/2021.

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In the materials initially sent out by YBO, for the photos, you couldn’t see AM shoes. Maybe the shoot was better off focusing on his face, which I totally agree, but it was like they didn’t want to focus on it that much. We only saw the shoes when they released the BTS video where it would be tricky to crop it out.

During the actual performance he changed into a more comfortable looking Jimmy Choo shoes. He was wearing AM outfit so it made sense that the shoes should match too. This should’t really be a big deal or even a CPN, only because changing shoes is sort of normal at events like this. Maybe he was more comfortable with the Jimmy Choo, although the choreography for this performance is not that complicated like his other routines. The way I remember it, WYB usually sticks to the shoes he has on.

The CPN alarm bells started going off tho when ZZ flew from Beijing to Shanghai wearing the same style McQueen shoes. He had shooting back in 2/24 and there were some talk that he was more than a half hour late as planned on set. So going by our collective galaxy brain, they could have spent some time together during late 2/23 and some time on 2/24 which is after the CCTV shoot. WYB probably lent the shoe to him or he just got it from their shared closet lol. This is why ZZ was sort of late, because he was with WYB. The pattern of ZZ being later than usual on set when he is with WYB is something that still happens this year. I’m not implying that he is slacking off when he is with WYB but more of just adjusting his schedule so he can accommodate the love of his life. they both deserve that in between their busy schedules.

maybe this is why YBO didn’t want to highlight that on the materials they released 2/26 ; because they knew where the shoe went 😂😂😂

While we’re in the subject of shoes, let’s take it further back with their matching nike off white in 2018. It’s one CPN that is often given as an example but I haven’t discussed on here.

AAAAAHHHHH! I miss the days when they could still wear Nike shoes. Oh well….

Looking through the airport pictures of ZZ before joining the CQL group from 2016 to 2018, there are no pair of Nikes that could often be seen in pictures of him. There are 2 back in 2017. Before CQL, ZZ had quite a variety of shoes, including a few pairs from Adidas. Like WYB, it is obvious that he likes to buy Nike co-branded products, likes to grab the latest models, and even buys more for collection.

Now let’s focus first on the shoes, it’s a collab of Nike air vapormax X off white. There are two shoes of the same style but in different colors. The black model will be available at 3/30/2018 and the white will be available at 4/18/2018. We know that at the time, WYB will surely have what’s new when it comes to NIKE. It’s either it will be sent to him cause he has a relationship with the brand or he will buy it himself. He is known to always wear the latest designs released. He is also a collector, so he most likely bought the black and white version.

WYB wore the white version on 4/28 and ZZ wore the black model on 5/8 based on photos.

As for ZZ, he was recording an episode for a show and he also used this shoe for the rehearsal. It is the same show where he had to dance and the choreography was taught by WYB. We’ve seen this in the BTS and ZZ talked about it himself.

WYB was seen again with the pair during PD101 on 5/10. It’s funny cause this is the same day where XZ was filmed candidly behind the scenes and he said he hasn’t seen LWJ all day.

These two. Honestly. They only formally “met” and then started shoot 4/16 and it hasn’t even been a month but they already have a couple shoe and ZZ was out there emoting about missing LWJ/WYB? It’s a common discussion that leads to alternative timelines like DT or 2017 or it could just be that it’s one of those rare instance where you connect with someone so quickly.

I have 3 possible explanations:

1. It’s totally unrelated. They bought their pairs separately since they like the style and collab.

2. WYB gave the shoe to XZ. I am a fan of both of them giving gifts to each other. And if you are someone who believed XZ gave him a lego set even before they started filming as a gesture of goodwill then this should make more sense to you. Also WYB is known to give gifts and that includes shoes ( for example SDC 3, he gave out multiple pairs ). This reasoning is not necessarily a CPN of them being boyfriends, but more of being close enough to give each other gifts. and not just the usual one you would give to a colleague cause if WYB only has the white and XZ has the black, it’s a couple shoe. WYB low key hinting at the prospect if them being a pair and XZ accepting it.

3. They bought it together, as you would when you’re with a friend and are scrolling through shopping apps together. I think there are fake rumors of that, the two, in between takes scroll through their phones and buy each other stuff or same style clothes. Again, it doesn’t necessarily mean boyfriend behavior, but more of being close enough to do that.

A clue for that is WYB was seen with the black pair during CQL filming around early 6/2018. You can clown that he is wearing ZZ’s shoes or he did buy the 2 kinds for his own and ZZ got the black only.

Lastly is the stolen mole!!!!! ♥️

Since cpfs are obsessing over WYB’s very visible mole from the Bazaar shoot.

It’s one of my favorite fake and it basically says, The reason why WYB cares so much about ZZ’s mole under the lip, is because WYB also had one like this when he was little. The elders in the family said it’s something good and it means he will have a happy life. However the mole disappeared. Or i guess in his case it’s not as prominent and has faded instead.

While filming, GG has scenes where he didn’t have make up or it gets taken off because of the heat. WYB looks at him closely and points out his lip mole, saying that he had something like that before but it disappeared. GG then added that his mom told him that his mole appeared only after a while when he was young.

That’s when WYB said GG stole his mole. When it disappeared, the mole transferred to GG 😂😂😂

Maybe this is why WYB is so fixated with his mole that he even includes it in his drawing of XZ/WWX.

-END.

#Youtube #bjyx #yizhan #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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jellifysh · 2 years

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Fake Love (part 1)

Or, Your Boyfriends Are Always There for You, and Always Have Been. Right?

OT7 x reader (soft yandere! bts x reader, amnesia au, reader lost like 2.5 years of memory, story starts late 2019, covid never happened, mentions of injuries and hospital rooms, heavy manipulation and lying, dark fluff, they just want the best for you… kinda, I did not research for this so if it sounds inaccurate that’s bc it is)

White. That was all you saw when you woke up. White walls, white floors, white bedding. You blinked hazily, the blurriness in your eyes clearing slowly, as well as the blurriness in your mind. Your bed didn't have white sheets, you realized, confusion setting in.

"She's waking up," someone— a doctor, you guessed by their attire— spoke to their assistant, dressed in similar scrubs. They leaned over you, speaking quietly but firmly. "Hello, how are you feeling?"

You blinked, disconcerted. You wiggled all your fingers, and could only wiggle half of your toes. You couldn’t see your legs from under the blanket of the bed. "Um... thirsty? I'm sorry, am I in a hospital?" You asked, voice raspy from disuse. The doctor's assistant passed you a cup of water and you reached out to take it with your left hand, as the upper part of your right arm was wrapped in bandages.

"Yes. Do you know your name? And what year it is?" They asked, and you furrowed your brows.

"Of course. I'm Y/n L/n, and it's 2017, isn't it?"

The doctor hummed, unsurprised. "Just as I thought. Unfortunately, it is not 2017. You were recently in a car accident, a total wreckage that injured you and the other passenger greatly. You have been unconscious for the past few days, and we found in scans that you have suffered trauma to your brain that we believe may have caused you to lose the memory of the last three years. You also have a fractured leg and cuts along your arm, as well as various other minor bruises and scrapes." They relayed, tone professional but pitying.

You stayed stock still, unsure how to process that information. Three years? That was so much time lost. What had you done in that time? Who were you now? Who were you then? "Will I... ever recover those memories?" You asked, voice breaking and you pretended it was from disuse and not from the tears welling in your eyes.

"We believe there is a chance you may, but it is unlikely it will be soon. Not until your brain heals, which could take a few weeks or a few months, or even possibly a few years." The doctor said, sympathy in their tone.

You nodded, breathing through your nose slowly. In, out. In, out. "I... where's my phone, can I call my mom?"

"From what we learned from the authorities who brought you here, your phone was destroyed in the crash. It’s nothing but metal scraps now. But, if you'd like, we could find a phone for you to use."

"That would be great, thank you." You whispered, looking down at the white bedsheets. You hated the color white.

"And whenever you're ready, there are some gentlemen who want to see you." The doctor said as he gathered up his paper from the bedside.

"Who?" Your brows furrowed. You didn’t have many guy friends. Not any that would visit you in a hospital.

The doctor shrugged. "They say they know you well, they were listed on your forms and have paid for your bills already, but if you don't want them to come in, we can tell them to wait. They've been visiting everyday to try and see you."

You just looked at the doctor, still reeling from all the information you were processing. You had no memory of the last three years, you got into a horrible accident that broke your leg, and you had apparently made some pretty loyal friends who wanted to see you. "Um, no, you can... you can send them in." You nodded, trying to sound sure of yourself, but at this point, you didn't think you'd ever be sure of anything ever again.

"Okay. Just hit that button if you want us to come in and help with anything." They pointed to a button on the side of your bed and exited, their assistant who was scrawling notes into a file the whole time followed quickly after them.

You sat there, waiting for what felt like forever for them to come in. It was probably just a few minutes, but your anxiety worsened it, the fact that you might have no idea who these people are making your heart beat fast with nerves. You decided to distract yourself, playing with the remote that raised and lowered different parts of your bed. You had just gotten the bed into a comfortable sitting up position when the door burst wide open, someone rushing into the room towards you.

They rushed towards you too quick for your eyes to even track, practically throwing themselves into your arms and squeezing themselves close to your chest, face hidden in your clothes. "Um--" you started, awkwardly trying to ask this stranger why they were using your chest as a pillow.

Before you could get a sentence out, more people filled the doorway. "Baby!" One of the figures moved towards you, hands gently cupping your jaw as they looked you over with concern. "Oh my darling, are you alright? We came as soon as we heard."

You looked at the man's face and blinked. Then blinked again. The other men trailed in behind him looking just as concerned and relieved to see you, standing around your bed. You reached a hand up to rub your eyes. Surely you were mistaken.

"Baby? Are you okay?" One of them asked, unsure why you were so silent.

"We were so worried," the one against your chest said, muffled against your hospital gown. You looked down as you felt the fabric dampen, his form shaking slightly as his arms tightened around you. As he continued to speak, you realized he was crying, voice wobbling. "We thought you wouldn't wake up, that we wouldn't see you again--"

The force of his sobs kept him from speaking anymore. Instinctively, you reached a hand up numbly, patting his head in attempt to comfort him despite being completely sure you were hallucinating.

There was no way you were surrounded by BTS right now. There was no way Kim Seokjin was softly stroking your jaw, still looking at you with worry. There was no way Jeon Jungkook was crying into your chest right now. And there was no way they were all calling you baby and looking at you with affection and worry.

"Um," you started, not sure what to say. You looked around the room at the faces. They were familiar to you, sure, but the idea you were familiar to them sent your mind reeling. "I'm sorry, do we... know each other?"

That made all the boys in the room pause, stock still, a tense moment passing before Namjoon—The Kim Namjoon—sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Faces you had only seen through a screen were now around you, real and animated and worried about you. If you had your phone with you, you might've taken a picture just to make sure they actually showed up on film.

"It's as they said then. You really don't remember us?" Namjoon frowned, seeming to already know the answer even as he asked the question.

You shook your head no, seeing their face drop in disappointment. Seeing them all so sad made a piece of your soul hurt. It should be against the laws of the universe for BTS to be upset.

"You... Do you know who we are?" Hoseok spoke carefully, moving closer to Namjoon by the foot of the bed to be in direct line of sight with you.

You nodded. "BTS."

Namjoon huffed out a laugh, one that sounded painful and ironic more than it sounded joyful. "Right," Namjoon smiled, bittersweet. "We, um, met at a fanmeet a while back. Do you remember that? The nurses didn't tell us how far back you remember."

"I..." you racked your brain, memories foggy. A fleeting feeling, then a scene of you, sitting behind a table, BTS on the other side, smiling kindly at you as you spoke with them. "Yes. I do. You came to a city near my home... I remember I saved up so much to go see you." You chuckled, a little embarrassed about it now with them in front of you. To you, it felt like yesterday, but to them it had been years ago. Why did they even remember it?

While you had gotten lost in thought, your small laugh brought warm smiles to their faces again. Taehyung moved to your bedside, gently lifting your hand and pressing a kiss to the knuckle as he held it close to his chest, Jimin on your other side taking your hand as well, thumb gently brushing against the back of it.

Namjoon continued, distracting you from the fact that two of your favorite idols were holding your hands right now. "Do you remember what happened after that?" He asked, a very focused look on his face as he awaited your answer.

"After that, I went home? I continued life as usual and then... it all goes foggy after that. The last thing I remember is taking my finals and getting out for the summer. It would've been maybe a month after the fanmeet, I think?" You tried to piece together your foggy memories. As far as you knew, that was the last thing you remember happening.

"Well," Namjoon began to explain, "we were still on tour. We went to another city that was also fairly nearby, and you came to our meet and greet again. When we saw you, it was like... fate," he paused, smiling softly as he reminisced. "You had captured our hearts the first time, so the second time we saw you, we made sure to stay with you as long as possible."

"It was bending the rules a little bit but we invited you to our break room after the show." Jin continued, redirecting your attention towards him. He really was more handsome in person. They all were, which seemed impossible, but here they were, in front of you. "We gave you a backstage pass, and then we basically talked all night. We almost didn't want to let you go home." He winked playfully, a soft wistfulness to his tone.

That sounded so… romantic. The fact that you couldn’t remember it, couldn’t remember anything made you feel sad. Empty. Guilty. The lack of recognition in your eyes dulled the playfulness in his eyes, his smile turning stiff around the edges. "You really don't remember." He mumbled, his sadness once again painful to see.

"I'm sorry." You said, not sure what else to say. To think you had been so close with them and didn't remember. You couldn't imagine if someone important to you forgot everything you had experienced with them.

Taehyung shook his head, trying to keep you from feeling bad. "Don't be." You could tell that while he tried to stay optimistic with a smile, he was also saddened, the energy of the room dropping again. Jungkook's arms had only squeezed you tighter and while it was starting to hurt a little, you couldn't help but leave him alone. This must be hard for them.

Jin sighed noisily cutting into the heavy atmosphere, rolling his eyes dramatically. He began to playfully complain, most likely to lift everyone's flagging spirits and the heaviness of the situation. "See, this is exactly I was telling Sejin, you should stay with us! If you had gone on tour with us like I asked, this never would've happened."

"She was also pursuing her career, Jin. We talked about this, we couldn't have her uproot her life like that." Hoseok responded, referring to what must've been a previous conversation they had with you and their management.

"That was then. It may be worth it to reopen that discussion." Namjoon chimed in, thinking hard about something as he looked you over critically. His eyes softened as he seemed to come to a decision, looking directly into your eyes seriously. "Love, I know you were hesitant before, but would you be willing to let us take care of you? If you come home with us, I promise you--"

"Um, sorry, again, but this is still totally crazy for me," you floundered a bit, mouth open but no words coming out. "I'm still reeling over BTS being in my hospital room right now."

"Ah, right," Jimin leaned back from you, letting go of your hand and smiling sadly, turning towards the door. "It seems we're forgetting now. We were just idols to you at first." He almost hissed the words out as he made for the door.

Hoseok grabbed his shoulder, trying to stop him from leaving, "Jimin," he pleaded, only for Jimin to brush his hand off his shoulder and keep walking.

"No, it's fine, hyung. It's okay. Of course we couldn't come here and expect her to magically remember everything we've been through together." He turned to you, eyes watery. "It was nice seeing you, love. If you don't want this, if you don't want us... then it's okay. It's your choice." He smiled despite the tears that started to fill his eyes and walked quickly into the hall. Taehyung followed him, calling after him in worry.

Hoseok noticed the upset look on your face as you watched them both leave, sad that you made Jimin cry. He moved to take Taehyung's place, quickly comforting you with a squeeze to your hand. "Don't feel bad. He was the most worried about you after Jungkook. Not just about your injuries, but, once the nurses told us you might be missing memories he was... well, you saw how he was."

You blinked, the barrage of information and emotions you've experienced since waking up making you start to tear up. You felt so guilty that you couldn't remember the memories they seemed to treasure, that you weren't the girl they knew anymore. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could remember, I promise I do, I just--"

Jin smoothed your hair back from you face, tucking it behind your ear and starting to carress your hair in a relaxing rhythm. "Don't worry too much about it. You take all the time in the world to remember and we will be right by your side. If you want us to be..." he trailed off and your heart panged again. They seemed to be fully expecting you to boot them out of your life.

You felt Jungkook's head on your chest move for the first time since he started crying earlier and looked at him, as he peeked up at you with wet cheeks. "Noona, you won't leave us, will you? Please, just, even if you don't remember, give us another try. You were so happy before we could make you happy again—“

"Jungkook." Namjoon scolded sternly, cutting off the younger as his sentence started to spiral into a desperate plea. "Don't pressure her. She has enough to stress about."

You looked between the two of them, then looked at everyone else, biting your lip hesistantly, before finally saying. "I… I want to remember. I want to see you as more than just BTS, however we were before... This experience must be as hard for you all as it is for me."

"No, baby, this is so much harder for you. We are happy to take a backseat while you recover. Not only do you have your memories to worry about, but you have your leg and your arm, please, just focus on resting." Hoseok assured you, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you had to make this right for them. From what you gathered, you were... romantically involved somehow before, and while you weren’t ready to jump back into that immediately, you could definitely be friends with them.

You nodded, then your gaze drifted over to the figure still by the door, who had been completely silent this whole time.

"Yoongi?" You said his name tentatively, seeing him jolt when you called him. "Are you... okay?"

He looked over at you, the beanie on his head pushing his hair into his eyes as he shrugged, his hoodie shrouding him like he was trying to hide in it. "'M fine." He mumbled through the black face mask over his nose.

Your eyebrows furrowed. He didn't seem as happy to see you as the others. Was he not so happy about being here? Were you involved with the rest of them but not him? Did he just not like you? You thought for a moment, wishing now most of all that you could remember what your relationship was like with them before. Were you only dating six out of seven of them for some reason? Did Yoongi hate you?

At the very least, if he was upset because of you, you should try to cheer him up, right? You took a chance, holding your hand out, gesturing for him to come towards you. "You seem lonely all the way over there." You offered him a small smile as he hesitantly pushed off the wall to come to you. He avoided your eyes as he stood by your bedside, and you reached up, pushing his beanie back to see his eyes better. You hoped this wasn't crossing a barrier, but you just wanted to see him smile.

"Hi." You said, lamely, just hoping for him to say something back, anything. He glanced at you for a second, and then down at the ground. "Yoongi, what's wrong? Is this... not okay? Do you not want to be here?" You pulled your hand back from him, slightly worried that maybe you had overstepped, maybe you weren't close with Yoongi the way you apparently were with everyone else, but before you could overthink, he shook his head.

"I just..." his face crumpled, his hands coming up to cover his eyes. "I can't believe you got hurt. I was so worried. Every time I closed my eyes, I just couldn't stop thinking. You must've been in so much pain. I keep thinking of you, crying for help, and we weren't around to save you—“ His voice started to shake and you cut him off before he could work himself up too much.

"Yoongi, don't worry about that. You couldn't have known this would happen." You said hoping to comfort him.

He went silent again at that and you reached up again, wiping off the tears you could reach. You laughed despite the situation. "Look at me. I don't even remember anything, and yet I have two crying boys on my hands." You said, ruffling Jungkook's hair who still hadn't budged from your chest.

"I guess it's a testament to your caring nature that you can still comfort us without your memories." Hoseok commented. You looked over at him, Namjoon, and Jin standing off to the side watching you comfort Yoongi with content expressions, as if seeing this was a satisfying view, a puzzle piece clicked into place.

"We've been trying to tell him or a while that it wasn't his fault. But I guess he needed to hear it from you." Namjoon sighed in relief.

"And I swear Jungkook, get your face off of her chest! Just because you're sad doesn't mean you get a pass to be a pervert, don't think I haven't noticed you stopped crying already." Jin ranted, scolding the youngest.

Jungkook didn't move away from you, his shoulders starting to shake again, but this time accompanied by muffled little giggles. Jin gasped, scolding him even more in that dramatic way of his and you giggled at the silly chaos that you were getting to experience up close.

A squeak on the tile flooring by the door made you look over, seeing Jimin and Taehyung coming into the room again. "What we laughing about, hmm?" Taehyung asked as he walked back in, Jimin behind him looking calmer, but very red eyed, the puffiness of his face making him look soft.

"Just at Seokjin and Jungkook being silly." You said as they came to surround your bed again. You still weren't completely used to BTS acting close with you, but you could see yourself getting used to it.

Jungkook sighed, moving to nuzzle into your neck. "It's so good to hear you say our names." He mumbled.

"Oh, have we not talked in a while?" You asked, idly stroking a hand through his hair. If you were close before, you'd imagine that you'd talk often, even idols can squeeze in a phone call, right?

"Yeah, you know. Since you've been in the hospital." Namjoon nodded, starting to explain. "There was a long time where you weren't picking up your phone. We were really worried."

"Oh, they didn't tell you? My phone was like, destroyed in the crash. I wouldn't be able to talk to you anyways." You said.

"Thank God we came to see you. You might've forgotten about us completely." Hoseok smiled.

You smiled back, looking around the room, silent for a moment as you reflected on the liveliness they brought. When you first woke up, you were scared and confused, and while you're still confused, you feel lot less lonely. Even thinking back on the part of life you could remember, you had always craved a close bond, always feeling isolated from others.

"I don't think I would've liked that. You all seem so amazing. So much more than I could've imagined. And it seems like we were really close." You said. You paused for a moment, taking them all in like this was a dream. "You're really all mine?" You asked in disbelief.

"All yours baby." Jimin hummed, all of them looking at you in the same dreamy way you were looking up at them.

Namjoon cleared his throat, speaking up again. "Darling, I know all this is overwhelming, and please take as long as you need to think about it, but I really do think you should reconsider staying with us longterm." He said again, and this time you felt less reluctant.

"But what about your careers? I'd be dragging you down, my leg will make it hard to travel, I'll need so much extra care." You looked down at your foot, the toes you can’t even wiggle all wrapped in a cast.

"And we're willing to give it to you, princess. We go back on tour in five months, meaning we could be with you for the all the time it takes for you heal from your broken leg and the physical therapy before we have to be on tour again. We have the best doctors in the world ready to take care of you. Just say the word and let us take you out of here, love." Jin said, clasping your hand in between his.

"I'll also be recovering my memory. I won't remember anything, I'll have to relearn everything I did these past three years." You added.

"There's no need to rush. We'll be waiting patiently, and if you never recover your memory, that's okay, too. We'll help you fill in the gaps one day at a time." Taehyung smiled.

You looked around at all their expectant faces, looking at the men who claim to have so much love for you. No, they did love you. They had to have. Looking at the emotion plain in their eyes, how they treated you, and held you like you were precious to them, the way they offered to take care of you despite their busy careers. Why shouldn't you trust them?

"I'll think about it." You said instead, but you may as well had said you caught lightning in a bottle because the got just as excited, their eyes all lighting up in happiness.

"You really mean it, baby?" Jungkook entered the conversation again, asking like it was too good to be true. His doe eyes looked up at you and you nodded, smiling.

"Yes. If I really wouldn't be a burden, I'd be happy to, but I wanna take some time to get reacquainted with everything, catch up with the people in my life." You explained, still hoping to call your mom and see what she might know about your old life. You hadn’t talked in a while from what you could remember, but maybe that has changed.

"Of course, please feel free to do so." Namjoon said.

"If your phone was destroyed, you'll need a new one! Let's go get you a new one!" Jimin cheered, already pacing towards the door with Taehyung on his heels.

"You don't have to--" your pleas fell on deaf ears, because they left the room quicker than you could finish your sentence. You chuckled despite yourself. This would take some getting used to, but you felt like things were changing for the better.

And if you didn't notice the sneaky smiles they boys were exchanging over your head, well, what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you. Yet.

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The “In the Soop” Conversation...To Be or Not to Be True?!!? That is the Stupid Question

There are many lies that fly around the fandom. Lies that become so common people start to believe them or see them as true. I want to debunk some of these lies with facts! Feelings change...facts never do!

The first lie I want to tackle is that “The in the Soop Conversation between Tae and JK was staged.” Perpetrators of this lie claim it was staged for two reasons (A)Taekook said they never fought so that statement alone proves that conversation was staged and (B) There is no evidence that Tkk drifted apart so Hybe forced them to lie to cover their relationship.

Now there is a whole lot to process with those “justifications,” or “proofs” so let’s expose the lies in each point.

First, tkkers claim the “In the Soop” conversation between JK and Tae was a lie because Tae and JK said they don’t fight. As I write that claim I want to laugh but before we get to the utter nonsense of such a statement let’s look at the content of tkks actual discussion.

In this heart to heart Jungkook admitted that him and Tae were close as trainees but as they grew and started spending time alone things became awkward with Tae. Tae became became more quiet and reserved. JK also stated that they hadn’t had a heart to heart of late.

Tae reminded JK of a conversation they had as trainees where Tae asked JK to speak more casually with him because he wanted to be friends. But JK refused, his reasoning being it would have led to a lot of fights back then. Tae responded even though we would have fought more we would have also hung out more (if he had spoken casually).

The conversation basically ended with JK saying yeah but that was the decision he made then (implying you can’t change the past).

Now that we all have the gist of the conversation let’s review Tkkers first claim that “this conversation must be staged because Tae and JK don’t fight.” I ask you where in this conversation do either of them say that their relation changed because of a fight? JK said they drifted because Tae became more reserved and they became awkward. Tae said he thinks the reason they don’t jive as well is because JK didn’t speak casually with him when they were trainees which led to them not hanging out as much. Does any of that sound like they drifted apart because of a fight???!!!

Just a quick analysis of the actual conversation debunks the first claim. Tkk’s relationship didn’t drift because of a fight...it drifted because they grew apart due to personality and difference of preferences. Plain and simple. So the whole they don’t fight claim doesn’t prove that the conversation was staged! Because their relationship didn’t change due to a fight!

Secondly, Now that we’ve squared the first claim away and exposed it for it’s nonsense, let’s dissect the second claim, the “In the Soop” conversation was staged because there is no evidence that tkk drifted apart. Hybe forced them to say those things.

I remember back in 2016 commenting on the fact that Tae and JK didn’t seem that close. I had recently joined the fandom and as is tradition when you are knew you are fed the lie that Tae and Jk are the closest..I pushed back. I said in many private chats, anonymous post (I was a lurker) and youtube comments that Tae and JK actually didn’t seem close at all. But why take my word for it?

Take Tkkers own words.

For YEEEAAARS (starting in 2015 but amped up in 2016) Taekookers cried that Big Hit/Hybe were cutting out Tkk moments from BTS official content. They later rationalized that the reason for this was Big Hit was hiding tkks relationship by excluding their moments from official content.

Then when BTS Memories of [Insert year] started being released annually, Tkkers cried more. These tears weren’t just about the fact that there was minimal Tkk moments or interactions it was that there was too much Jikook content. JK and JM were always shown together...with every memories starting with 2017 their interactions increase...if JK was being filmed JM was there...if JM was being filmed JK was there. Tkkers didn’t like this and started claiming that JM was Tkk beard. That the absence of TKK footage proved Big Hit was hiding Tkk and promoting Jikook

Taekookers THEMSELVES...For years acknowledge that Tae and JK weren’t seen together often. There was hardly a moment between Tae and JK between the years of 2016-2019. This lack of footage of the two of the together hanging out was very much so acknowledged but instead of jumping to the logical conclusion “they don’t hang out much” they made up a theory that Big Hit was hiding Taekook’s relationship with Jikook.

Years later the “In the Soop” conversation gives reason for the years of no footage showing Tkk. They simply weren’t that close. However, even though Tkkers THEMSELVES acknowledged back in 2015-2019/20 there was a hardly any tkk footage, they are now claiming they never saw a difference in Tkk’s interactions they’ve always been the closest.!?! 🤔

I could cite for days the moments where Tae and JK prior to In the Soop alluded to the fact that they weren’t that close anymore. Tae in Run BTS episode 10 said JK always ignores him. In BV S2 JK says he doesn’t really have deep conversations with Tae...same season he said all love was loss a long time ago between him and Tae (he was clearly being dramatic but the sentiment was there). Muster (2016 I believe) Tae complains that JK hits him too harshly all the time. Let’s not mention their awkward lives where they barely spoke to each other. But I don’t have to really give anymore proof than that because TKKERS own past theories debunks their present one...In the Soop Conversation lines up perfectly with events...and they know it and saw it.

Taekook said they drifted apart and relationship became awkward->for years we have Tae telling us JK ignores him, JK is too harsh with him, JK saying he didn’t speak to any members other than JM and Hobi during one of their loong breaks from work--meaning not Tae. Awkward lives where they even admit it’s boring.

Taekook say they will work on their friendship--> we see them hanging out more..their on camera interactions are still awkward but you can see them working on it. We even learn they are now hanging out together more.

The In the Soop Conversation was a genuine discussion, which I’m 100% certain they fleshed out more of the raw details off camera. Their recount of events, facial expressions, JK’s awkwardness all scream honesty.

Hybe would have to be criminal masterminds and BTS the best actors ever to keep this charade going for so long while maintaining this much consistency.

Now I can’t end this post without addressing an elephant in the room...I am actually restraining myself from keeling over with laughter at this one: Tkkers really claimed that TKK never fight.🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

What person on the planet can honestly think that two people who’ve known each other for 10 years have never fought!!!!! I cannot understand how people who can’t even understand basic human relationships gained so much power and popularity in this fandom!!

Yes, JK and TAe said they “never fight” after Jin accused them of arguing all the time. But to have taken that as anything other than playful banter is ridiculous! Also to find that statement more believable than them admitting to drifting apart is equally if not more ridiculous.

Friends and lovers....they all fight at one point or another. I don’t mean screaming match type fight I mean getting upset, disagreeing , arguing, needing distance etc. are all parts of 100% of human relationships. To believe that someone can know someone for longer than a year and never so much as get into an argument is beyond me! If you aren’t disagreeing or arguing with your friends or partner then I would question how close and comfortable the two of you are with each other! Like it makes zero sense that anyone would find validity in the claim that they don’t fight. Doesn’t seem like Jin believed them either...he called JK fire and Tae Ice...meaning polar opposites when in contact destroy each other. Like...I know Jin was playing but there is more truth in his words than an outrageous claim like “we never fight”

We are arguing constantly with people that possess the logic and reasoning skills of a third grader.

#jikook #kookmin #im being generous they are not smarter than third graders #jimin #jungkook #debunking fandom lies

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