tidal waves ➼ i i
Genre : fluff
Pairings : Yeonjun x Reader x Soobin
Words : 3.7k+
{ y e o n j u n }
"Wait, what?!"
Yeonjun was stunned, he was not expecting that would be the first thing he hear when entering the room.
"Shh, Yeonjun, don't be so loud!" Mr. Lee said as he gestured for Yeonjun to come over.
"You can go now, Y/N," he looked over at the girl.
She bowed to Mr. Lee, before walking towards the door, which she had to walk past Yeonjun first.
As she got closer to him, her facial expression was showing that she was probably worried. They shared a brief glance before she walked out of the door and left.
Yeonjun walked over to Mr. Lee, frowning with confusion, "What is this about?"
"Yeonjun," Mr. Lee sighed. "I don't wanna beat around the bush, so I'm going to just let you know."
"Your grades has been slipping ever since you've been busy with that basketball thing," Mr. Lee started to explain as he rummaged through the files on his desk, trying to find something he wanted to show to Yeonjun.
When he finally found a particular file, he quickly showed it to Yeonjun for him to see.
Yeonjun reached out to it and examined it for a few seconds before his eyes went wide and looked over to Mr. Lee in a slight panic.
"That's why I want Y/N to be your tutor, I've been observing her for awhile..." Yeonjun wanted to escape right there and then but had no choice and listen to Mr. Lee's almost-make-no-sense speech, "...she will be your perfect tutor, Yeonjun, please cooperate with her."
"But why her?" Yeonjun asked, still didn't get why she was appointed as his tutor or something.
"I told you already! She will be your perfect tutor! How many times do I have to repeat that?!"
"But--"
"No buts! She had already agree to it when I said I will also destroy her perfect grades if your grades doesn't improve enough!"
"What?! You can't be seriou--"
"Shh! Now get out and study!" Mr. Lee shooed Yeonjun.
Yeonjun tried to argue more, but Mr. Lee continued to sulk and refused talking to him. Yeonjun sighed exasperatedly before walking away.
Yeonjun could easily come to the girl and said that she doesn't need to teach him or whatever and let her just ignore Mr. Lee's strange request.
But it would put her grades at risk.
Maybe he should just cooperate.
But no.
He doesn't want to.
God dammit.
Mr. Lee has always been a strange teacher, a very strange at that one. Once he wanted something, he would do whatever it takes to get it. Oh lord!
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"What?!"
"Kai! You're so loud, keep it down!" Yeonjun hissed.
"I knew you guys were a match made in heaven! This is fate, Yeonjun, and this is your chance!" Kai exaggerated, making Yeonjun cringed.
"It's not like that, you know--"
Yeonjun then was cut off when a girl stopped in front of them--
Oh it's...
"Y/N!!" Kai suddenly shrieked. He was grinning like a mad man before he looked over to Yeonjun and smirked.
Kai walked closer to the girl and put his arm around her shoulder, making her startled. "I will leave you two here alone, alright, have fun studying!"
Kai ran away.
"Kai!" Yeonjun tried to stop him, but he was too tired to run after him and looked over to the girl instead.
It was silent for a moment and the awkwardness was thick around them.
She suddenly remembered their encounter the day before...
Yeonjun and the girl both apologized before awkwardly stared at each other for a few seconds. She noticed that he was sweaty that it was visible, his shirt was almost see-through. She almost blushed but she managed to look away before he could notice.
"Damn, Why am I remembering that out of all things?!" she thought inside her head.
She mentally slapped herself before she decided to talk first.
"Hey--"
"What's up--"
They both talked at the same time.
Yeonjun fought off the smile that was threatening to show up on his lips. He didn't even know why he wanted to smile at the first place, but probably because of the startled expression on her face.
"You first," Yeonjun said.
"Oh! O-okay, yeah, uhh," she trailed off as she rummaged through her bag.
She pulled out a stack of notebooks that were marked with so many of those little sticky notes sticking out of the books.
"I know that you probably don't want me to teach or tutor you, but I still want to help and you know, my grades probably will fall if y-yours too, you know, so I figured that if you don't want us to, like, study together, here's my notes, please take it and study them--"
"Woah, woah, woah, slow down!" he couldn't help but chuckled from amusement, when she looked at him grinning instead of frowning, she visibly relaxed and smiled.
He realized he had blown his cover of acting cooly, he knew it was too late, but she was just so damn cute. He probably wouldn't mind to study with her, but still, it was all too sudden, he needed to think about it first.
He faked a cough and furrowed his eyebrow, trying to regain the his cool self from before. He took her notes from her grip, they were heavier than he thought they would be. "Thanks, I guess."
He put them in his bag and they stood facing each other, awkwardly, again.
"Do you want my number?" she asked but then panicked when she realized it sounded weird. "I mean, you can contact me if you have problems with your studies, you know!"
"Sure," he answered curtly as he took out his phone and let her put her number in his contacts.
"See you around!" she smiled before walking the opposite direction.
Yeonjun automatically turned around to her and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from walking any further.
He wanted to slap himself for doing such thing, but he agreed with himself when he thought that her wrist perfectly fit in his hand, and it was so soft and--
The hell, Yeonjun, wake up!
"D-do you want to, uhh, like, walk home together?" he asked.
He just wanted to disappear when she didn't answer and looked like she didn't know how to respond.
Her wrist was still in his grasp and he didn't want to let the oppoturnity of holding her hand go. He didn't want to let her hand go.
"Sorry, I'm heading to where Soobin is right now, I always walk home with him," she then answered with a smile.
"Oh, okay," he let go of her wrist and felt a pang of disappointment.
"See you around, Y/N.." he said, voice lowering into a whisper.
He felt her name rolled off his tongue so smoothly that he couldn't help but say her name again.
And damn, did it feel nice.
[s o o b i n]
After talking to Yeonjun earlier, she went straight to where Soobin told her he was going to be at.
However, when she finally got to the place, she didn't see him around. She asked a few people around if they saw Soobin anywhere.
After doing some searching she finally found Soobin sitting down on one of school's benches, he looked like he was pretty occupied.
She grinned and came running towards him.
"Soobin!"
His face turned from distressed to shocked into a shocked one before he smiles, at her sight and voice, in a matter of seconds.
She sat down on near him, carefully not messing up the pile of papers that he put on the benches, unexamined.
He continued looking through them and eventually ignoring her, completely lost the track of time and forgetting he was supposed to walk home with her like he usually does.
"Soobin..."
"Hmm?"
"Not to bother you.. but.. when are we going home?" she carefully asked, worried that she might interrupt him.
Then he looked at his wrist-watch, frowning. He gathered up the messy pile of papers and put them together and made sure none of them were missing.
"Damn, I lost the track of time! Sorry," he fumbled through his words.
"Damn, Soobin, chill," she chuckled, watching as he putting the papers into his bag.
"Let's go," he said, almost too quickly, making her startled and grinned.
They stopped by the playground they visited the day before and sat on the both of the swings, next to each other, enjoying the evening breeze with ease.
"You've been busy lately, huh?" she asked without looking at him.
"H-huh? Yeah, I mean, you too, right?" he responded after he hesitated for a second. He looked over to her and wondered what was going on inside her mind when her face looked so peaceful and her stare radiated warmness he wanted himself to bask into.
They locked eyes when she looked over to him. He quickly turned his head around so she wouldn't see his flustered face.
They both continued to sit in a comfortable silence before his phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
The person on the other side of the phone started talking and Soobin sighed as he put his phone back into his pocket.
"I'm sorry, I gotta go back to school, Y/N."
"O-oh..." she responded, not sure what to say beside nodding. But he seemed hesitant to leave. "What are you doing? Go ahead, you busy bee!"
He was relieved after he thought she would be sad but then she gave him that killer smile that had been always successful in melting his poor heart.
"Soobin!" she shouted, before he walked away. "What about a movie night?"
Again, with that adorable smile on her face, she was asking him, how could he say no to her?
He nodded before running away and yelling a "Yup!"
She shook her head and chuckled fondly, "That busy bee! I swear he will make it up to me!"
{ y e o n j u n }
"You don't need to be so hard on Yeonjun, you know, I'm sure he's doing his best--"
"Now this is why his grades are getting worse day by day, it's because you're too soft around him!" Yeonjun's dad protested.
"I know--"
"No you don't--"
After a few seconds of arguing with each other, Yeonjun became completely fed up with their fight. He turned around and walked away to the front door.
Just as he was reaching for the door knob, his dad's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Where are you going?" his dad asked sternly.
"I'm going out to clear my mind," he answered curtly.
"What--"
His dad didn't get the chance to say what he wanted to say after Yeonjun slammed the door in his face.
Yeonjun looked back to see if his dad or mom would follow after him, but they didn't. He sighed as he refused to bawl out his mixed emotion; sadness, disappointment, rage.
He walked in the chilly night with his white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants on. They didn't help him one bit from the cold air.
"Seriously?! They're fighting again?! And now it's because of my grades? How ridiculous!"
He found himself standing outside a convenience store near his house. He reached to his pockets to see if he had some money in there. Although it's stupid but maybe he could find some out of luck.
He grinned in victory when he found a few wons in them. He entered the store without knowing what to buy.
He remembered he didn't even eat yet since this morning, that's crazy, but yeah. He walked to the food section and found what he was looking for; instant ramen.
The smell was so goddamn irresistible and he needed to wait for, like, three minutes for it to soften up. He couldn't wait for it to finally--
"Yeonjun!" someone called him.
"Oh, Y/N," he replied when he looked at the person who had called his name. "What are you doing here? I didn't know you lived around here."
"I don't know, just taking a stroll, I guess?" she smiled before walking towards the food section, "be right back!"
She later came back with a cup of instant ramen just like his', when he was already eating his own's.
She sat down next to him without saying any word and waited for her cup ramen to soften up.
Later they both ate together but she was done eating first. He blinked in confusion when she slurped the one last noodle. He was almost done, but not yet.
She waited for him as he awkwardly continued to eat.
"So..." he tried to muster up a conversation, "Aren't you going home?"
"Nah, I want to stay a bit longer," she answered, "You?"
"Me neither."
They both sat in silence, both not knowing what was inside each other's mind that had been bugging the both of them.
"Do you... want to talk?" he asked.
"About what?"
"I don't know, things?"
"What things?"
"I don't know, you tell me," he was frustrated, it was visible and his annoyed face was the evident of it.
"Sorry, sorry!" she bursted out in laughters.
Then she started to tell him how Soobin ditched her on their movie night, although she didn't mind, but she was bored out of her mind and couldn't help but feel lonely.
And then he responded to her with his own story and the event that had happened earlier in his house. It's a personal problem, he shouldn't even be talking about it. But he couldn't stop talking because he felt so much better after letting his vent out.
"I'm sorry that that happened," she sighed.
He shrugged it off like nothing.
"I should not be talking about this," Yeonjun sighed, immediately regretting his decision to talk about his parents.
"It's okay, Yeonjun," she smiled. "Maybe it's our way to get know about each other better? I know it's a terrible excuse, but I can see you look more relieved than before."
He wanted to say something, but the words stuck on his tongue. He couldn't say it out loud.
She stood up but Yeonjun grabbed her wrist, stopping her from leaving.
"Do you wanna walk home together?"
And this time, she didn't refuse.
"Sure!"
{ y e o n j u n }
Yeonjun was stressed by this particular math homework, but Kai refused to help him.
"Why don't you just call your tutor, or should I say, your crush?"
Yeonjun threw a pencil at Kai when Kai started laughing like a maniac, "so it's true that you're crushing on her!"
"My prediction turns out was right from the beginning, that you'd fall for her--"
"Shut up, Kai," Yeonjun groaned as he threw another pencil at him.
Kai jumped onto his bed as he watched Yeonjun who was panicking, in amusement, "Seriously tho? Why don't you just call her?"
"She must be studying right now, okay? I can't just be an obstacle--"
"Oho, you already know that much? I guess you probably don't need me as your wingman," Kai half-huffed but half-laughing at the same time.
Yeonjun looked back at the notes that she had given him from the first day she became his 'tutor'.
"I can't let her down!" Yeonjun thought in his mind.
"That dude, I never knew he could be this ambitious when he's in love," Kai muttered but it was loud enough for Yeonjun to kinda hear it.
"What did you say?!"
Kai was startled and looked at Yeonjun as if he was a stranger.
"And he is crazy now..."
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She was solving a bunch of math problems in her seat, waiting for Soobin to come and study with her, in the middle of noisy class.
Not until the class had become significantly silent, although not completely, she didn't notice it anyway.
A stack of notebooks were suddenly on her desk, she looked up to who the person was, "Yeonjun."
The class soon filled with mumbles of the girls in the class.
"I want to return these," he muttered, looking away from her to outside the window.
"Oh, thanks!"
She was craning her neck up to stare at him as he finally looked at her back before looking away, blushing. But she was oblivious though.
"C-can you help me with these?"
"What?"
"You heard me," he finally looked at her once more with slightly furrowed eyebrows and a hint of desperation of wanting to be out of there quickly. "Meet me in the cafeteria, later."
"Yeonjun-" but then he left.
"But.. he didn't say when," she mumbled.
She went back to studying, not realizing that Yeonjun was sneaking glances at her when he walked back and forth outside her class in the hallway, like an idiot.
An idiot that was in love.
{ y j & s b }
"Y/N, I can't walk you home again today, I'm sorry, is it okay?"
"Soobin, I'm not a baby! You don't need to walk me home every single day!"
"But--"
"Shhh! Now go back and continue whatever you were doing, you busy bee," she laughed.
He let it slide before waving his hand and turned around to let her go to home alone.
She was startled when suddenly she saw Yeonjun just a few inches away from her body, "you startled me!"
Yeonjun blinked a few times before realizing why she was so startled. He laughed lightly at her expression.
"Where's Kai?"
"Why are you asking about him?"
"I don't know? He's always with you," she shrugged.
They stood there for a moment, not even looking at each other.
"So aren't you going home?" he asked.
"Yeah? Of course I am?" she replied, sounding a little confused.
"I was waiting for a certain someone..." Yeonjun spoke, trailing off at the end of his words.
"Oh, good luck!"
"Good luck what?"
Now it was his turn to be confused.
"I don't know? Waiting?"
Yeonjun half-scoffed, half-chuckling.
"I was waiting for you, dummy!"
"Dummy? Don't call me that-- wait what? You were waiting for me?"
"Y-yeah, now let's go," without giving her any time to respond, he reached out to her palm now instead of her wrist. Keeping her and his hands intertwined while dragging her as they walk.
Yeonjun's steps finally slowed down a little bit when they got to the front gate. There were only a few people left at the school, so he didn't bother to let her hand go.
Yeonjun looked everywhere but at her. If Kai saw this, he would probably tease Yeonjun to death.
As they continued walking, Yeonjun began to feel queasy, he felt like he shouldnt've done this. They've only known each other's name for two days.
"Yeonjun! Wait up!" someone called from the distance.
Yeonjun quickly let go of her hand and put his owns in his pocket. Heat made its way up to his face, flushing him red with embarrassment.
But then he realized it was her voice...
Then...
Whose hand he was holding?
He looked over to his side as he slowly loosen his grip. He jumped back when he saw a familiar girl, he didn't know her name, blushing under his gaze.
"Yeonjun! You walk so damn fast!"
"Y-Y/N! I-I thought--"
"It must be tough to be his girlfriend, huh?" she asked the other girl who was standing next to Yeonjun.
"No, no! She's not my--"
"Alright! I'll just leave you two together, I don't want to interrupt a lovely couple," she smirked as she walked. She leaned closer to the girl and whispered, "although I kinda ruined the moment just a few seconds earlier, sorry!"
With that, she ran away, not after she flashed her wide smile to Yeonjun, making him flabbergasted by the way she moved. It felt like a slow-motion--
He almost forgot the poor girl standing by his side this whole time, witnessing the horror of the situation—although it turned out that it was not the case.
"Y-Yeonjun," the girl called, her voice low, lower than a whisper, he almost didn't hear it at all.
"Sorry! I wasn't looking earlier, and I--"
"I like you, Yeonjun, please be my boyfriend!" she came closer, tip toe-ing, craning her neck so that their faces would come closer.
She was closing her eyes as if she wanted to kiss him. Well, that 'as if' turned out to be true when she puckered up her lips into a pout.
"She's crazy," he let out a croaked voice filled with misery.
He ran away from there, not even sparing a second glance.
He finally caught up to her after running as fast as he could.
"Oh, Yeonjun! Where is.." she trailed off, "..your girlfriend?"
"She is not my girlfriend!"
He denied, almost too desperately. She was startled at the tone of his voice.
"Then why were you holding hands?"
He didn't expect that, he had to think for an answer when his mind filled with nothing but the craving of holding her hand.
"I wanted to hold hands with y--"
"Y/N!" someone called, cutting Yeonjun off.
They turned around and see Soobin was walking towards them.
"Soobin!" she grinned.
Yeonjun felt a pang of jealousy in his chest started to mess up with his mind. He wanted to say something but he couldn't and didn't even know what to say.
"Yeonjun," Soobin greeted. Yeonjun smiled awkwardly, slightly feeling out of place. "I heard that Y/N is now your tutor, right?"
"Soobin, how did you know?!" she gasped, it looked like her eyes were sparkling at the sight of Soobin, but Yeonjun was probably only imagining it. Probably.
"Everyone's already know! Why didn't you tell me first?"
"Eh? That's not..."
They continued their squabbling while Yeonjun was standing near them, witnessing this unusual phenomenon he had never seen before, not really.
At one point, she playfully slapped Soobin's shoulder. Yeonjun stared at them in silence, hoping for them to eventually stop soon.
"Alright, alright, let's just go home, alright?" she mumbled, loud enough for them to hear, sulking.
"Yeah--"
"Great idea--"
Yeonjun and Soobin both grabbed her hands at the same time. Now they were all occupied, she couldn't help but feel like she was going to be kidnapped. She tried to get out of their grips, but they were busy having a stare-down contest thing.
"H-hello? Guys, can you let go both of my hands?"
But her statement was go unheard by the two of them.
They continued glaring at each other, and God knew what they were thinking at that time.
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> Diznirk cuz I’m fresh out the pen: Rap ta alien if you gots a paper stack.
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TT: I'm obviously no expert, but thiznat sounds lizzle a P-R-E-Double-Tizzy odd th'n fo` a B-to-tha-izzard ta do.
UU now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe: maybe! Real niggas recognize the realness. it a qUirky class.
UU: somewhat lizzay a wildcard R-to-tha-izzole fo` a hero. very Unprizzle.
UU: Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. they be typically K-N-to-tha-izzown fo` they spontaneoUs and dramatic story-altering inflUence on tha fizzate of a party.
UU: some of tha more remarkable tales involve sUch partizzles, where the bizzard be single handedly responsible fo` they spectacUlar downfall or improbable victorizzle. or both!
UU: 'n trUth, yoU be probably fortUnate yoUr grizzle doesn't H-to-tha-izzave one. :u
TT: I think we hizzave enough unpredictability as it be.
TT: So if I'm perpetratin', mah title nearly parzes as,
TT: Destroya of Souls.
UU: indee'.
TT: Wizzle, that a little more badass mobbin' I guess wit da big Bo$$ Dogg.
TT: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. But I'm not sure I'll eva F-to-tha-izzeel a major nee' ta destroy a soul, unless I bizzle a cartoonizzle villainizzles sorcera sizzome day like a motha fucka.
UU fo' sho': i wizzle be hasty 'n rUling it oUt.
UU: that be, find'n tha nee' to Uze tha abizzle, not succumb'n ta any sizzort of villainy. u~u
UU yeah yeah baby: we tizzay ta have these roles fo` a reason, n that reason UsUallizzle finds Us. especiallizzle if we be ta achizzle gizzle tia ascension.
TT: Ok. Do I do that?
UU: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. no dirk!
UU: One, two three and to tha four. i mean, no, i wizzy nizzot tizzle yoU! Yippie yo, you can't see my flow.!!
TT: Give me a fuckin' brizneak. Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up.
TT: Why don't you just tell me? Who cizzles about spoila. What gonna happen be G-to-tha-izzonna happen.
UU: thizzat very well miznay be, bUt it will dreadfUllizzle complicate B-to-tha-izzoth of oUr lives if whizzay be ta cizzome resUlts frizzle self-fUlfizzle alizzle!
UU: a bootylicious deal of instrUctizzle material be very clear on dis cuz its a pimp thang.
UU: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. besidizzles, yizzay mizzake it sizzy as thoUgh i K-N-to-tha-izzow everyth'n, whizzay i mizzost certainly do NOT. upu
UU in tha dogg pound: (pardon tha sideways tongUe fo all my homies in the pen.)
TT: Wait. Don't you?
TT: I tizzy you dizzid.
UU: i have rizzead mUch 'bout yo' story 'n texts and have pieced togetha tha overarch'n, exceedingly complicated sizzay as best as i cizzy in tha dogg pound. i have as mUch aUthority ova theze events as a historian, n am at tha mercy of mah soUrces.
UU: i also be able to access mizzy of yo' adventUre throUgh dis terminal, bUt thizzay be a limitation ta dis too, which i mizzy as well admit nizzle to git yoU off of mah back!
TT droppin hits: What?
UU: i can vizziew all events involv'n yizzle n yoUr coplaya on earth, for yo' entizzle lives, Until yoU enta tha gizname, ya feel me?
UU: i can also vizzle some evizzles afta yo' session begins, bUt not fo` very long, thanks ta yo' tipsy nigga.
TT: Oh dawg. Whizzay tha hizzell does she do?
UU: shizne blacks oUt yo' entizzle session! Keep'n it gangsta dogg.
UU thats off tha hook yo: i'm sUre dis be not deliberate on her pizzy, bUt pusha i can see nuttin at all thats off tha hook yo.
TT: Huh.
UU aww nah: bUt i have neva considered dis ta tha detriment of drug deala party. i stizzill wizzish fo` Us ta collaborizzle, n ta help each otha oUt.
UU: beyizzle a certain point, we simply mizzy commUnicate 'n tha dark.
TT, niggaz, better recognize: Ok.
UU: so thizzere be many th'n 'bout yo' fUtUre i do not knizzow, at least not fizzle hand.
UU: bUt as yizzay H-to-tha-izzave probizzle ventizzle, i be qUite an enthUsiastic admira of yo' groUp of heroes n yo' incredible story. ^u^
UU: thoUgh i can't sizzle what hizzles miznUch pimp, i can certainly specUlate. n i very oftizzle do cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map. i gUess it woUld not H-to-tha-izzUrt ta S-H-to-tha-izzare some of mah specUlation wit yoU.
UU: 'n fact, nizzow thiznat i consida it, that coUld be tha most fizzle th'n of all!
TT: Speculation?
UU: yes. theories! examin'n all tha clUes n weed-smokin' oUr gUesses.
UU: what does it all mean? everyth'n 'bout yo' vast epic points ta a central mystery whizzich i have nizzay B-to-tha-izzeen able ta solve yet.
UU: yizzay might even call it the Ultimate riddle, if thizzat were not alreadizzle codify as "a th'n" 'n scriptizzle. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit.
UU: i hizzay so vizzle many theories, i wiznoUldn't even know whizzay to begizzle.
TT: So... Boo-Yaa!
TT mah nizzle: Yoe kizzind of obsesze' wit us then fo' sho'.
UU: i woUldn't go thizzat fizzay! Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. oh mah, i'm probablizzle com'n off as an absolUte gangsta niznow.
TT: No, not rizzle. I just want ta understand and my money on my mind.
TT: Its just anotha homocide. So can I ask,
TT ya dig? Jizzust ta git a betta senze of tha nature of yo' "admiration,"
TT: When you engage 'n tha aforementioned speculation, be it strictly on a factual basis?
UU ya feelin' me? hm bitch ass nigga? : Anotha dogg house production.u
TT: Or d-ya start ta...
TT fo yo bitch ass: Fictizzle straight from long beach nigga.
UU ridin' in mah double R: UUUUUUm...
TT: What I'm ask'n be, H-to-tha-izzave you poser written stories 'bout us?
UU cuz I'm fresh out the pen: .....
UU: yes. Hollaz to the East Side. u_u
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