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Winter break is quickly approaching, and Mingyu’s classes have dwindled to a couple of lectures a week. It’s after one such lecture that Wonwoo picks Mingyu up and drives him to the house.
“What’s going on?” Mingyu asks, having received no text about this.
“It’s a surprise,” Wonwoo grins, remaining irritatingly vague.
Mingyu gives up asking questions, knowing Wonwoo is too stubborn to give it away. When they pull into the garage, Mingyu tries to dash inside before Wonwoo. He opens the door to find Seungcheol standing in his way. Of course.
“No peeking,” Wonwoo says before covering Mingyu’s eyes with his hands.
Mingyu doesn’t fight it, eagerly anticipating what this surprise is. Did they redecorate something? Have they purchased new furniture? Mingyu’s curiosity grows and grows as he’s carefully guided up the stairs.
“Did you guys get a new TV or something?” Mingyu guesses as they climb the stairs to the third floor.
“Something like that,” Wonwoo chuckles.
The others follow close behind, piling up the stairs behind Wonwoo and Seungcheol.
“Alright, we made it,” Wonwoo says, pulling his hands away.
Mingyu looks at the closed door to the gaming room, then at his boyfriends, all lined up behind him. He reaches for the doorknob, pausing to make sure. Wonwoo nods, biting back a huge grin.
Mingyu eyes him suspiciously before slowly turning the knob and opening the door. It takes a few solid seconds for it to dawn on him. All the gaming equipment is gone, replaced by bedroom furniture that matches the other sets in the house. In the far corner, before the window, is a queen bed.
Mingyu steps forward, drawn in as he gapes.
“Is this-? For real?” Mingyu asks, astonished.
Seungcheol and Wonwoo give him matching nods, wearing satisfied grins.
“What do you think, angel?” Jeonghan asks, walking into the room and standing by Mingyu’s side.
Mingyu nearly tears up (he does). The room is beautiful. The furniture is placed exactly how he would have it, and the rug in the center feels like clouds beneath his feet. It only adds to the sensation of walking on air as he looks around.
“I don’t know what to say…I- I love it, it’s perfect,” Mingyu answers, unable to find the right words to describe how he feels.
Jeonghan smiles wide and hugs him tightly. The others file in, joining the embrace.
“When did you guys do this?” Mingyu wonders.
“The past couple of weeks. You hardly ever come up here alone, so we didn’t need to hide it too well,” Soonyoung responds.
“That’s why you wanted to play on the switch instead of your PC!” Mingyu gasps, pointing a finger at Wonwoo accusingly.
Wonwoo shrugs, laughing.
“What about the gaming stuff? You guys moved it all just for this?” Mingyu asks, still in awe of his boyfriends.
“Of course! If you move in, you need a room, no? Plus, we have plenty of room elsewhere for the setups,” Seungcheol confirms.
“I really love it, thank you guys so much,” Mingyu softens, turning to his boyfriends.
They all smile, happy that their efforts paid off.
“We can help you move in whenever you want, even if that’s not now. There’s no pressure. We just wanted it to be prepared for you when you’re ready,” Joshua explains, flicking a little piece of fuzz off the comforter.
“I’d love to move it as soon as possible,” Mingyu grins.
They all hang around in his new room for a little while, making sure everything is set up perfectly. They allow him to settle in on his own while Jun works on dinner. Mingyu takes a moment to call Mark.
“Hey, man! What’s up?” Mark answers.
Mingyu falls onto his bed with a dreamy sigh.
“I think I’m gonna move in,” He reveals, barely containing a squeal.
Mark gasps, pulling away from the phone to relay the news to Yuta (who Mingyu knows is always around).
“Major congratulations, bro! Yuta says congrats, too!” Mark enthuses.
“Thanks, guys. Mark, do you think we should talk in person about this?” Mingyu asks, biting his nails at the thought of finance talk.
“Hm, maybe. I bet our landlord won’t mind; we’re his star residents,” Mark responds.
“True. Well, this week, let’s sit down and do the paperwork or whatever,” Mingyu suggests.
“Smart. Alright, bet. Sounds like a plan,” Mark agrees.
After another round of congratulations, they say goodbye. Mingyu sighs to himself, still feeling like he’s floating- partially because this bed is so soft. His phone buzzes. It’s a sticker from Mark and Yuta saying ‘Congrats.’
Speaking of those two, Mark has been considering moving out as well. It seems like this is perfect timing. Mingyu knows he’ll miss living with Mark, but it’s not like they’ll grow apart. It’s the stage of life and their friendship where they progress with romance and remain close friends.
Mingyu, in a moment of true self-reflection, feels excited and prepared for the future. There were many times in life when he felt uncertain and wary of what was to come, but now, he only feels hope.
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“Should we go to Ikea?” Soonyoung proposes during dinner.
“There’s no need! I promise it’s perfect,” Mingyu shakes his head.
“Are you sure? I feel like one can always use more closet organizers,” Soonyoung argues.
Mingyu laughs, refusing for the second time. Minghao keeps asking if the design of the room is to his liking. Of course it is, and Mingyu tells him so each time. It seems that Jun, Minghao, and Chan were in charge of the interior design.
“I mean it, guys. I really couldn’t have asked for anything better,” Mingyu insists.
Eventually, the badgering questions come to an end. Mingyu knows they just want to make sure he’s happy, but he really can’t smile any wider. His cheeks hurt from it.
“How about a movie?” Joshua suggests as they begin cleaning up.
“Ooh! I just saw this trailer for a new movie,” Vernon offers.
So, they clean up the meal before heading into the living room. Mingyu takes his favorite spot on the beanbag, where he’s quickly sandwiched by Seokmin and Chan. Vernon finds the movie he’s looking for and dims the lights.
Mingyu thinks the movie is a little confusing, but he loves hearing Vernon laugh at every joke. Maybe it’s just him being a sap, but after today, being here feels even more like home.
At some point, Mingyu ends up dozing off. The movie wasn’t boring, but Chan and Seokmin are like living heaters, and Mingyu is just too comfortable. That, paired with all the excitement from earlier, easily pulls him into sleep.
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“-gyu? Mingyu-yah,” A soft voice causes Mingyu to stir.
He blinks his eyes open to find Hoshi crouching in front of him, lightly nudging him awake. Looking around, Mingyu realizes that the living room is mostly empty. The movie must have ended.
“What time is it?” Mingyu asks, squinting at his phone.
“Just past ten. C’mon, let’s go to bed,” Soonyoung smiles.
Mingyu stretches, getting up from the beanbag to head upstairs.
“Gonna try out your new bed tonight?” Hoshi asks when they reach the second floor.
“Oh! Yeah,” Mingyu perks up, having disregarded his new room in his half-asleep state.
“Okay, see you in the morning, baby,” Hoshi smiles, petting Mingyu’s hair and kissing him sweetly.
Mingyu hums, pushing into the kiss just a little bit. When he turns to climb the stairs to his room, Hoshi flicks him on the butt playfully. With eyes over his shoulder, Mingyu goes up to his room.
The soft lighting welcomes him, and he feels that same overwhelming fondness return. The gaming room did have a bathroom, but it was rarely used before. Mingyu was amazed when he saw it earlier, and he still is the second time.
They stocked the bathroom like a hotel, filling the drawers with anything he might need. Mingyu had gone through them earlier, so he knew where to find everything. He retrieves a towel from the drawer before turning on the shower.
Mingyu would love to take him time to fully enjoy his new bathroom, but he is tired. So, he takes a 10-minute shower and dries off. As soon as he walks back into the bedroom, Mingyu realizes that he didn’t bring any clothes. All of his clothes (or clothes to borrow) are downstairs in the guys’ rooms.
Mingyu ponders it for a moment, wondering if he should go down and risk waking one of them up. He could always just sleep naked, but it’s chilly. Eventually, he decides to venture downstairs.
He knocks on the closest bedroom door, not wanting to wake anyone by walking around. It’s Jun and Minghao’s room, and Mingyu knows they’re probably still awake. Plus, he can see the faint glow of light under the door.
“Hm?” The door opens, and Jun peeps out.
Mingyu looks down at himself, wearing only a bath towel. Jun seems to get the message.
“Ah, don’t worry,” Jun nods, walking over to his dresser to find some clothes for Mingyu to wear.
Minghao smiles at him from the bed, where he’s reading a book. Mingyu smiles back, waving with one hand while holding his towel up with the other. He knows both of them have seen him in much less (nothing at all), but parading around in just a towel is still a little embarrassing.
Jun returns with a shirt and some shorts for Mingyu to borrow. Mingyu thanked him, saying goodnight to them both before going back to his room. Once he moves in, Mingyu won’t have a good excuse to borrow clothes from his boyfriends anymore. He’ll have to start brainstorming reasons.
Mingyu changes into the loose-fitting clothes, diving onto the soft bed. He sends a goodnight text to the group chat before plugging his phone in. He tests out a few different colors on the lamps in the room, settling on a purple-red.
Mingyu can easily see himself getting used to this room. He falls asleep thinking of his kind boyfriends and new home.
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Mingyu blinks his eyes open, waking up on his own accord. It’s rare for him to wake up without an alarm or some sort of disturbance. Mingyu feels more well-rested than he has in a while. Perhaps it has something to do with his wonderful new bed.
Reaching over for his phone, Mingyu sees a little piece of paper sticking out from his nightstand drawer. Immediately, he’s curious. He didn’t notice the paper yesterday, which is sort of odd since he spent over an hour just looking through things.
Mingyu looks at the door, wondering if it was placed there during the night. He doubts that’s the case, though. Mingyu checks the time; it’s ten past five. The sun hasn’t risen yet, and the sky outside is a dusty shade of navy.
Mingyu sits up, deciding to investigate the mysterious note. He reaches over and opens the drawer that the paper is tucked into, sending the little slip cascading to the floor. Mingyu slides his legs over, picking the paper up off the floor. His eyes widen when he reads what it says.
‘A little surprise to go with your new room! Have fun! -Horanghae ;)’
Mingyu pinkens, quickly opening the drawer. As it opens, the one object inside rolls towards him: A bottle of lube with a little ribbon tied around it.
Mingyu runs his fingers through his hair, at a total loss. He should have known there would be some extra surprises, especially from Hoshi. Embarrassingly, the thought of Hoshi leaving his lube as a gift is enough for Mingyu’s morning wood to throb in his (Minghao’s) shorts.
He turns the bottle over in his hand, scoffing at the neat little bow. Mingyu looks at the note again, chewing his lower lip. Once again, his cock twitches. Mingyu usually doesn’t wake up this horny (only half true), but he finds himself enticed by the little present.
Testing the waters, Mingyu cups himself over his shorts, hissing softly at the contact. His dick grows fully hard very fast, and Mingyu gives up his reticence. Sitting back on the bed, Mingyu imagines Soonyoung writing the note and hiding the bottle.
He opens the bottle, peeling off the circular foil. Mingyu recognizes it as the same brand that Hoshi has. It smells distinctly fresh, like clean cucumbers or coconut water. Mingyu doesn’t bother reading the label, who cares if it’s naturally scented? He can read it later.
Rather than rushing into it, Mingyu takes a moment to get comfortable against the pillows. He pulls off his(Jun’s) shirt and thumbs over his nipples. Mingyu tries to replicate what his boyfriends do, but it’s never the same.
That doesn’t mean it doesn’t arouse him, though. Mingyu rubs his thighs together, continuing to tease himself. His mind drifts back to Hoshi. Did he want Mingyu to do this? Was he imagining this when he bought it?
Mingyu breathes out a soft moan, not wanting to be loud enough to wake anyone up. Although, the thought of that is attractive. Before he can stain Minghao’s shorts, Mingyu lifts his hips and pulls them down.
He debates putting a towel down. But he’s not sure if the towels in his bathroom are new, and he doesn’t want to stain brand-new white towels. So, he opts for his shirt from yesterday, left folded on the dresser.
At last, once he’s situated, Mingyu pours out the lube. He lies back against the plush pillows, dropping his knees apart. Mingyu loves that his bed smells like their laundry detergent, and he loves that they’re all just down a flight of stairs.
Mingyu keeps his clean hand on his chest, flicking his fingers over his peaked nipples. His other hand ventures lower, spreading lube over his cock before using the rest to circle his rim.
The cool, gel-like fluid glides over his skin. Mingyu dips his middle finger past the tight ring of muscle. His cock jumps, dripping a shiny bead of precum onto his stomach. Mingyu pushes his finger down to the knuckle before adding another. His head drops back with a groan as he starts to pump his fingers inside.
Mingyu’s breathing gets heavier as he strains to brush that sensitive spot inside him. It’s just out of reach, and the struggle is frustrating. Mingyu whines, removing his fingers. He tries a different position.
Mingyu straddles one of the extra pillows, using his shirt as a ‘cover.’ He arches forward, attempting again to reach his prostate. It’s better this time, and Mingyu starts to thrust his fingers steadily.
“Ah!...ahnm- hm,” Mingyu lets out these soft, pleased hums as he grinds onto his hand.
His fingers make a slick sound as he bends them inside. Mingyu reaches for his cock, slowly stroking it against the pillow while still fingering himself. It’s a slow climb, but he feels himself getting closer. His eyelids flutter shut as he rolls his hips.
The pillow provides just enough friction against his perineum and balls to be pleasurable, and his moans grow louder as he works himself up. Mingyu parts his lips, huffing and panting. He feels that pressure in his groin, and he moves faster.
“Hnmf…ah- ah!” Mingyu gasps, feeling right at the edge.
Then, in the next moment, the door to his bedroom swings open. Mingyu looks up, but he’s already cumming. His eyes close as it washes over him. Mingyu’s mind races, thinking of whoever just walked in but clouded by pleasure. He moans shakily, drawing in on himself and finally opening his eyes.
Mingyu slowly pulls his gaze from his cum-stained shirt to the doorway. Not just one person, but two. Standing in front of his now-closed bedroom door are Joshua and Jun. In Joshua’s arms is a tray of breakfast.
Mingyu knows there’s no possible way to get out of this. They both just watched him cum in his new bed before the sun was even up. The silence lasts an ungodly amount of time before Joshua finally breaks it.
“...good morning!” He remarks with a careful smile.
Mingyu covers his face with his hands, praying for this to be some kind of fucked up wet dream turned nightmare.
“No, sweetheart, don’t be embarrassed!” Joshua pouts, setting down the tray and hurrying over.
Mingyu cowers, doing a poor job of covering up as they approach.
“...sorry,” Mingyu whispers, staring hard at the window.
“Don’t be sorry, darling, we love to see you enjoying yourself,” Jun shakes his head, sitting next to Joshua on the mattress.
Mingyu glances at them, cheeks and neck burning.
“Hey, do you think you could cum again?” Jun suddenly asks.
Mingyu looks up with wide eyes. What?
“I- why?” Mingyu stammers.
“Well, we missed the fun part the first time…” Joshua shrugs, tracing a fingertip up Mingyu’s thigh.
Mingyu feels his cock twitch back to life. He’s conflicted with shame and arousal.
“Y- you want me to…?” Mingyu trails off, hesitant.
“We want to watch you make yourself cum, sweetheart. Will you touch yourself for us?” Joshua requests, voice sultry.
Jun gazes at Mingyu darkly, sending sparks down his spine where they simmer in his groin. When his brain catches up, Mingyu nods.
“Wonderful, thank you, darling,” Jun grins, leaning over into Mingyu’s space.
Mingyu eagerly tips his chin for a kiss, sighing as Jun’s tongue slides past his lips. Joshua’s hands trail up and down Mingyu’s side, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Whenever you’re ready, baby, go ahead,” Joshua murmurs after sucking a deep mark into Mingyu’s clavicle.
Mingyu forces himself not to shrink under their watchful gazes, reaching down and slowly stroking his hardening cock. His skin feels hot and tingly as if their eyes are burning into him.
“I guess you were just doing as you were told, huh?” Jun smirks, holding up the discarded note from earlier.
Mingyu sucks in a breath, nodding as his other hand reaches behind himself.
“What an obedient puppy,” Joshua mutters.
Mingyu shivers, pushing two fingers back into his hole. His eyes dart down to where Joshua has begun palming himself over his sweatpants. Jun’s hands remain still, but Mingyu feels just as hot.
“Does it not feel good, darling? Let us hear your pretty noises,” Jun urges, pouting.
The words encourage Mingyu to relax, allowing soft gasps and hums to escape his lips. Joshua squeezes himself, appreciating the show.
“Ah!...ah- mnn-” Mingyu huffs.
His wrist starts cramping, and he can’t grind back at the right angle. He whines, panting and whimpering as he reaches for pleasure.
“Is our sweet puppy having trouble?” Jun coos, walking two fingers up Mingyu’s trembling thigh.
Mingyu lets out a tearful moan, nodding. He rocks his hips faster, growing more and more impatient as the desire inside of him flames.
“I suppose after one go, it’s not as easy,” Joshua sighs, shrugging conversationally.
Mingyu feels tears prick his eyes. He slowly removes his fingers, his brow creasing with frustration. Joshua and Jun coo at him with pity.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Do you need your hyungs’ help?” Joshua asks, tucking Mingyu’s bangs back.
Mingyu sniffles, nodding rapidly. His own hands feel good, even better when paired with Joshua and Jun’s hungry gazes. But it’s too difficult to reach the edge a second time on his own.
“Please- hyungs, I need you…need help,” Mingyu croaks, breathless from his efforts.
Joshua grins in a way that says, ‘of course.’ He leans in and kisses Mingyu hard, tipping him back against the pillows. He feels Jun slide the pillow between his thighs away, taking its place. Mingyu throws his head back, moaning hoarsely when Jun plunges two fingers into his entrance.
“Easy, sweetheart, we’ll take care of you,” Joshua soothes.
Mingyu gasps wetly, nodding. His back arches dramatically when Joshua licks his fingers before bringing them down to circle Mingyu’s nipples. Jun crooks his slender fingers, jabbing right into Mingyu’s prostate.
Mingyu sobs out a moan.
“It’s better when it’s someone else’s hands, huh?” Jun purrs, spreading his fingers apart before bending them again.
Mingyu’s cock spews a line of pearly precum up his abdomen. Joshua drags a fingertip through it, licking it clean.
“Are you always this worked up in the morning, darling? You can always come to one of us for some help,” Jun offers with teasing sympathy.
Mingyu shakes his head, even if he’d love to wake up like this every morning.
“Or is this Hoshi’s fault? Leaving you such a naughty gift,” Joshua supposes, eyeing the bottle of lube on the bed.
Mingyu can’t put all the blame on Soonyoung, but he doesn’t argue with Joshua’s words.
“One night in, and our puppy was already dirtying his new bed,” Jun tuts with faux disappointment.
Mingyu knows he doesn’t mean it, but the words send a pang of heady desire through his gut. He’s not dirty, and he’s not badly behaved-
“Hnm- No- didn’t mean to- m’sorry, I just-” Mingyu’s words are lost on a loud moan.
“We love it, baby, no need to apologize,” Joshua grins, snaking his hand around Mingyu’s throbbing cock.
Mingyu wails when Jun slips a third finger past his rim, stretching him pleasantly while still massaging his prostate. Joshua’s soft hand pumps up and down his slick shaft while his other remains at Mingyu’s chest.
“Oh, fuck- please- ah- please,” Mingyu cries, hips bucking with all the pleasure.
Joshua pulls one of Mingyu’s hands by the wrist, pressing his crotch against it. Mingyu closes his hand instinctively, curling his fingers around Joshua’s clothed dick. Jun groans, sliding his hand down the front of his pants.
“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart, making me so hard,” Joshua grunts as Mingyu gropes and squeezes his bulge.
Mingyu whines, wishing distantly that he could be touching Jun as well. Joshua goes back to flicking his fingers over Mingyu’s nipples, entrusting Mingyu to get him off on his own.
“Fuck- hyungs, please, I’m close- feels so good,” Mingyu strains, rubbing the heel of his palm against Joshua’s dick.
“Gonna cum again- cum for your hyungs to see?” Jun rumbles, working his hand over his cock faster and faster.
“Yes- ah- oh, fuck, please- please, I’m so close,” Mingyu pants, pleading with his eyes.
Jun pushes his fingers into Mingyu’s prostate, digging his thumb into his perineum. Joshua twists his wrist, sliding his hand over Mingyu’s tip. The dam breaks, and Mingyu’s hips kick and spasm as he spills over Joshua’s fist.
“Fuck- ah, thank you- s’good, fuck-” Mingyu rasps, chest heaving and body twitching.
Jun eases his fingers out, wiping them off on his pants. Before either of them can reach for their cocks, Mingyu lunges forward and does it for them. He sits up and pulls them both out of their underwear, stroking their dicks in tandem.
“Shit- puppy, baby- you’re so good,” Joshua praises, fucking into the ring of Mingyu’s hand.
“Such a good boy, darling,” Jun sighs, shuffling closer to help Mingyu out.
Mingyu’s hands are dry, and the friction can’t be comfortable. So, in a last-ditch effort to please them, Mingyu resorts to what he can reach.
“Ah- m’sorry,” He winces, sliding his hands through the mess on his abdomen and using it to jerk them both off.
“God, fucking hell- you’re so hot, Mingyu,” Jun groans, throbbing in Mingyu’s hand.
“You’re crazy, shit-” Joshua moans, hips stuttering as Mingyu squeezes his slick hand around him.
Mingyu feels relieved that they aren’t mad or disgusted, although, he had an inkling that they might not mind. He fists their cocks hard and fast, squeezing around them when he reaches the tip. It doesn’t take very long.
“So good for us, sweetheart, fuck…gonna make me cum,” Joshua grits out, holding his shirt up in preparation.
“Me too, puppy, fuck-” Jun seconds, dropping his head back.
Mingyu has one final trick to pull, hoping to pleasantly surprise them for a second time. He sits up, spreading his knees and sinking down against the pillows.
“Please, cum on me, Jun-hyung, Shua-hyung…want it on me, please,” Mingyu pleads, inviting them closer to the exposed planes of his torso and groin.
“Hah- shit- of course, anything you want,” Jun agrees, breathless.
“Fuck, baby, absolutely. You can have it, puppy,” Joshua huffs.
Mingyu pumps their cocks for another ten seconds or so before Joshua moans softly, shooting his cum across Mingyu’s chest. Jun follows close behind, streaking Mingyu’s thighs and stomach with hot cum. Mingyu moans at the sensation, shivering.
“Fuck, Mingyu, wow,” Jun remarks, catching his breath.
“You’re so good,” Joshua adds, shaking his head in disbelief.
Mingyu flushes. As they all come down, Mingyu feels some true shame return.
“Uh, about what was happening…I’m- I really didn’t mean-” Mingyu stammers, looking down.
“Mingyu, sweetheart. We meant what we said! We both love to see you, and we’re so glad you let us join you,” Joshua asserts, pulling Mingyu into a comforting hug.
“We both really enjoyed this, and we want you to as well,” Jun adds, planting a little kiss on Mingyu’s temple.
Mingyu feels significantly better after hearing that. After a long few minutes of cuddling, they get up to clean. Mingyu loves the routine, even though it’s not technically the ‘fun part.’ They all wash up and change, stripping the bed and bringing it to the laundry room.
When they return, of course, they find their long-forgotten breakfast. Mingyu’s stomach rumbles.
“I’ll fix us something fresh, alright?”Jun offers, grimacing at the plate of soggy toast and cold eggs.
Joshua and Mingyu walk out towards the woods behind the house, leaving the cold breakfast for the stray cats. When they reach the back porch, they look back. One of the eggs is already being devoured by a grey cat.
Mingyu smiles. When they go back inside to eat Jun’s fresh breakfast, they find Hoshi sitting on the island.
“You’re welcome,” He chirps, skipping over with a self-satisfied grin.
Hoshi taps his cheek with his index finger, waiting patiently. Mingyu huffs a laugh, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Hoshi’s cheek. Before he can pull away, though, Hoshi yanks him back by his shirt.
Mingyu gasps, caught off guard when Hoshi pushes his tongue past his lips. It's hot and invasive all at once, and Mingyu's eyelids flutter. He blinks hard, still buzzing when Hoshi pulls away.
“..thanks,” Mingyu utters as Hoshi leaves.
Jun and Joshua sigh, used to Soonyoung’s unique behavior. In the end, Mingyu is grateful to Hoshi. If he hadn’t left that surprise in his drawer, none of this would have happened. And Mingyu wouldn’t be enjoying this wonderful late breakfast at home.
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