Thread by @perfectaenist

#taekook abo au ;

taehyung knows he shouldn't be doing this. they're just project partners—in no way should he be lurking in jeongguk's closet, pressing one of the alpha's hoodies to his face.

he shouldn't be. but he can't help it—can't help the way he loves his scent.

it smells so good. jeongguk always smells so good, sometimes leaving him feeling a bit dizzy when jeongguk leaned in too close to grab taehyung's notebook, talking softly to him about their photography project. maybe it was bad for an omega and an alpha to be paired together—

but taehyung couldn't think like that, not when he couldn't fight the urge to just inhale, soak himself in the scent of smoking pine trees against an ocean breeze, a wildfire beside a beach—warm, all consuming. consuming him.

taehyung pulls off the sweater he's wearing, letting it fall to the ground so he can put on the black hoodie he's holding, smelling of jeongguk. and it feels /right/, being wrapped up in a scent like this—

it shouldn't feel right. he shouldn't be doing this. he shouldn't—

taehyung opens his eyes, peering at his reflection in front of the standing mirror in jeongguk's closet. he thinks he likes how he looks in jeongguk's clothes, pulling at the neckline to bring it back to his nose again.

inhale. exhale.

alpha, alpha, alpha.

alpha—

taehyung's eyes shoot open. and stay pinned on the reflection in front of him—at the form leaning against the closet doorway.

taehyung's heart plummets to his stomach, his breathing turning shallow.

oh, no. no no no.

taehyung whirls around, eyes wide, falling on jeongguk watching him, watching him with crossed arms, seeing taehyung still holding onto the hoodie, seeing him /wearing his hoodie/, in his fucking /closet/, without his permission—

jeongguk—

has a small smile on his face as he watches him.

taehyung panics.

“i can explain,” he breathes out, almost a whimper, terrified, heartbeat loud in his ears at being caught doing something like /this/, such a huge invasion of privacy.

how was he ever going to face jeongguk again—how would he ever let him near him again, how—

“no need to.”

taehyung snaps out of his spiraling thoughts, staring at the other.

“what?”

“you don't need to explain.”

his smile is no longer just a small upturn of lips—it's more formed, and gentle. it's gentle. jeongguk is smiling softly at him. why on earth would he—

jeongguk straightens, taehyung flinching at the movement out of reflex. watches the alpha pause, seeing his reaction,

before deciding to keep moving, slow. taehyung's breathing is rapid in his chest as he watches jeongguk move closer, but not towards him.

no, jeongguk reaches for the array of shirts and jackets and hoodies hung up, sifting through them for a second, before pulling one out.

it’s black, like the one he's wearing now, except the one jeongguk holds has a monarch butterfly imprinted on it.

and jeongguk holds it out to him.

taehyung stares.

“here—this one would look good on you.”

taehyung keeps staring, wide-eyed. and when it finally registers what the hell is going on—he flushes a deep, bright red, pressing his lips together as he looks at jeongguk, eyes still so wide and now, just a bit glazed.

jeongguk's eyes widen at the sight. and taehyung wonders just why jeongguk's ears tint red—maybe taehyung's scent has turned sweeter than it normally is, what his friends have told him happens whenever taehyung is in a good mood—or flustered. like now.

“taehyung,” jeongguk says when taehyung continues staring at him, staring at the hoodie he’s still holding in front of him. but taehyung—he's still frozen, unable to comprehend fully what jeongguk wants him to do, that jeongguk isn't throwing him out of his house right now.

jeongguk lets out a breath. and then he steps closer, hooking the hoodie over his arm—

before reaching out, fingers taking the hem of the hoodie taehyung is wearing.

taehyung's breath hitches as he looks down at those hands—can feel their warmth if he concentrates.

“may i?” jeongguk says under his breath, and taehyung looks back up at him. eyes wide. heartbeat so ridiculously loud in his ears, jeongguk's scent now filling his lungs in more ways than one.

taehyung's eyes are glazed. “okay,” he whispers. because yes—okay, okay.

he's fine, he tells himself, as jeongguk tugs the hoodie off of him, careful. taehyung covers himself self-consciously when it's off, and he swears—swears he sees jeongguk's eyes darken when he glances down at golden skin.

but jeongguk's eyes flit back up as fast as his glance. stay there, meeting taehyung's eyes. as if determined to keep them there. as if forcing himself not to look.

and he puts the hoodie he'd draped on his arm over taehyung's head, the omega raising his arms for the sleeves.

and when it's fitted nicely on him, a little too big, taehyung gets a large waft of jeongguk's scent—feels cocooned, this hoodie much more absorbed with that smell than the one he'd put on before. he feels warm all over, a small gasp leaving his lips, closing his eyes.

“i washed it recently, so my scent should be stronger.”

and with those words, taehyung knows he knows. knows exactly why taehyung is in here in the first place. knows what he had wanted, had craved.

and—and yet here jeongguk is. giving him a hoodie, putting it on him—

taehyung kind of wants to cry.

“i, um.”

“hey.” jeongguk's voice is a murmur, gentle. soothing. soothing, alpha—alpha—

“it's okay, alright?”

taehyung nods, his cheeks so hot, every breath of air just filled with jeongguk's scent.

he moves to take the hoodie back off—

jeongguk's hands stop him.

“no. no—keep it.”

taehyung's gone back to staring at him. lips parted, watching jeongguk himself flush bright red, just as red as taehyung's cheeks are.

“i said—i said it would look good on you. so. so, keep it?”

jeongguk looks like he's about to face-palm himself. and it's that face—that regretful furrow of his brow and the grimace under his pressed lips as he questions what the hell he's saying—it gets taehyung to laugh.

small, bright giggle—jeongguk's eyes widen again.

“okay,” taehyung says, and he's smiling. eyes twinkling, cheeks glistening in pink, hair messy from putting on the hoodie—he looks angelic. an angel. an angelic angel.

jeongguk cannot believe he's only noticing this now.

“i'll keep it,” taehyung repeats, smile soft, gentle.

jeongguk nods, almost absentmindedly. “okay. good. that's—that's good.”

they stand there, staring at each other. five seconds. ten.

jeongguk snaps out of it. he points at the doorway to the closet with his thumb.

“i should, i should go.”

taehyung nods immediately, understanding. kind of. “this is your apartment.”

fuck. right. “right. i. yeah. i'll just—” and jeongguk walks out of the closet, just like that.

taehyung presses his lips together, trying to conceal the smile threatening to break out of its seams. oh—he can't believe that happened.

it already feels like a dream. wearing jeongguk's hoodie, wrapped up in that scent, properly, without secret.

neither of them acknowledge, when jeongguk sees taehyung off, the fact that taehyung's sweater is still on the closet floor. they both know it's there. they don't say anything.

“i'll see you tomorrow?”

taehyung nods, fiddling with the hoodie sleeve. “tomorrow.”

he wonders just what tomorrow might bring. hopefully—hopefully more of jeongguk's scent. hopefully close by, closer than the warmth a hoodie could bring.

· — 👕 —

taehyung smells like honeysuckles and rosewater, a dash of vanilla in the midst. jeongguk always had to take a second to breathe it in, digest it so that he could interact with taehyung calmly.

not like an uncivilized alpha male or anything, who sometimes got the urge to press his nose into the crook of taehyung’s neck.

they’re just project partners. growing into friends in the past few weeks, the major project of theirs—a portfolio of their compiled photographs—

what they’d talk about on late afternoons, growing into evenings as they planned what to photograph next.

it was more than shocking, though, to go up to his room and find taehyung in his closet.

holding his hoodie to his nose.

and jeongguk had watched, shocked, yet so, /so/ endeared—and he couldn’t believe, couldn’t believe how angelic taehyung was, how soft his eyes could turn, how pretty he looked with rosy cheeks.

how sweet his scent had become in that closet. thick, almost suffocating—yet in the best way possible. he wanted more of it, had to stop himself from losing all control; he had so badly wanted to pull taehyung to him, curl his arms around his waist and just hold him.

hold him, and inhale that scent.

for now, he lifts taehyung’s sweater off the ground. thick with his scent, jeongguk presses it to his nose, just like taehyung had with his own hoodie an hour before.

he doesn’t want to part with the smell, his heart aching just a bit when taehyung had walked out the door, still in jeongguk’s hoodie—he doesn’t think he can go without it, now that he had a proper whiff of taehyung’s shy, flustered state.

well. perhaps—perhaps this sweater is going to be his new pillow to sleep on at night.

· — 👕 — ·

when taehyung sits down next to jeongguk in class the next day, wearing his hoodie—jeongguk’s brain stops working.

“good morning,” taehyung says, a touch shy, and jeongguk stares at him, wide-eyed.

his scent hits his nose—and god, is it satisfying to get a whiff of his own scent mixed with taehyung’s, soaked together in the hoodie he’s wearing, monarch butterfly proud on his chest.

jeongguk swallows as he thinks about all the people that will smell jeongguk’s scent on the omega.

“jeongguk?” taehyung asks, shy smile turning to a frown, eyes growing worried—like he was beginning to believe jeongguk didn’t like that he’d worn the hoodie in public.

jeongguk snaps out of it as quickly as he possibly can, face flushing even as he smiles warmly at the other, relieved to see taehyung relax, returning the smile.

“hey—good morning.” and taehyung seems satisfied with that response,

which is, he realizes, the only thing jeongguk possibly needs to feel content.

when the professor turns off the lights for the class to watch a documentary, jeongguk all but freezes when taehyung scooches closer to him, only to lay his head on jeongguk’s shoulder.

jeongguk’s arm twitches—he wants, so badly, to wrap an arm around taehyung’s waist, pull him closer.

but deeming it too intimate, he doesn’t. but it doesn’t stop him from wrapping an arm around his shoulders instead, his hand steady on taehyung’s arm,

and he can’t help but lean his cheek against the omega’s hair. taehyung shifts a little, getting comfortable, maybe nuzzling his cheek once or twice into the alpha’s shoulder, and jeongguk definitely thinks this is the best way to spend class, cuddling in the dark.

he’s happy, knowing taehyung is comfortable being this close, comfortable wearing his scent.

he doesn’t think his heart has ever felt so full.

· — 👕 — ·

taehyung wears his hoodie three days in a row, not wanting to part with being wrapped up in the alpha’s scent, despite it starting to fade.

jeongguk finds out that his scent—it shouldn’t fade from the omega. never. /don’t let it fade/.

it’s hard to control the anger that makes his blood boil when he sees some random alpha smirking down at taehyung; jeongguk can see the uncomfortable edge to taehyung’s expression as he responds, and jeongguk is moving before his own mind can catch up to his instincts.

“hey!” he barks, coaxing the two to look toward him—taehyung’s face forming to relief and the alpha scowling in irritation.

“back off,” jeongguk seethes when he gets near, wrapping a protective arm around taehyung’s waist.

his previous worries about what could be too intimate or not flying out the window as he stares down the other alpha, standing tall and glaring in challenge. a challenge the alpha scoffs at, but doesn’t accept, deciding to back off just like he should.

when he’s gone, taehyung melts into his side.

“gukkie,” he whispers, gratefulness evident in his voice. “thank you—”

jeongguk takes his hand before the other can finish, pulling him away and making a questioning noise fall from taehyung’s lips.

he doesn’t elaborate, and taehyung doesn’t fight it, as confused as he becomes as jeongguk leads them to the beginning tree line of the forest by their campus.

“jeongguk?” taehyung asks softly, but jeongguk once again ignores him, taking him a few trees in deep before stopping.

he turns around, only to take taehyung’s shoulders and shift him, making sure the tree taehyung stands behind would cover him well.

then—”off,” he murmurs, pulling at the hem of taehyung’s hoodie—/his/ hoodie.

watches taehyung’s pretty cheeks flush as his eyes widen at the low order. “h-huh?”

jeongguk proceeds to pull his own hoodie over his head—he’s wearing a red one today, white words scrawled in english on the front.

taehyung watches him with parted lips, confusion in his bright brown eyes.

“wear this one,” jeongguk says, hair now mussed and voice so soft in the quiet of the forest, the only other sounds being the rustle of leaves and distant chirpings of birds.

he hands taehyung the hoodie, unbothered by giving it to him so randomly; he was wearing a black t-shirt underneath, so really, it’s no problem, despite the air in seoul beginning to get chillier.

taehyung licks his lips as he eyes the hoodie jeongguk holds out to him, before taking it gingerly with both hands, like he thinks the clothing is precious. a precious gift of sorts, as if he isn’t wearing one of jeongguk’s hoodies right then, too.

“will—will you wear this one instead, then?”

he tugs at the one he’s wearing, and jeongguk’s own breath hitches.

his lashes flutter at the thought. he knows, knows the hoodie smells mostly of taehyung now,

blinks languidly at the thought of wearing something covered in taehyung’s scent—something he hadn’t dared yet to do without taehyung’s permission, despite considering so, with the sweater still in his bedroom.

“do you want me to?”

taehyung nods, easily, immediately.

so jeongguk nods, agreeing, and taehyung pulls off the hoodie, shivering a little because he, once again, wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

oh, the way jeongguk’s heart almost bursts to flames at the thought of his hoodie so close to taehyung’s skin for so long.

he wonders if he had slept in it, too, wonders how many times taehyung had brought it up to his nose throughout the past few days.

taehyung gives jeongguk the butterfly hoodie, and they put on their respective clothes at the same time.

jeongguk reaches out to help fix it over taehyung’s frame, and taehyung looks up at him with those sparkling eyes of his, jeongguk’s own filled with galaxies that gaze back with so much—interest. so much. want.

want in the most contented, patient way—/no rush, but whenever you’re ready—i wouldn’t mind having you in my life/.

taehyung lets out a breath, takes another one in, and jeongguk takes a moment to do the same. he closes his eyes, and focuses on the smell.

the dash of vanilla in midst of rose and honeysuckle, the dew that rests on the leaves of flowers in the early morning—

taehyung wraps his arms around jeongguk’s middle. buries his nose into jeongguk’s neck before he can even open his eyes again.

and they breathe, breathe as jeongguk holds him back tightly, pressing him close, burying his nose into taehyung’s hair. brushing it down, down, nosing at his ear before leaning lower, nudging red hoodie away to finally, /finally/ properly scent the omega.

finally scent him as taehyung does the same.

leaving their scents on each other, wearing them close, holding each other close, basking in each other’s scent and warmth and comfort—jeongguk could get used to this.

he would love to get used to it, he thinks, in the way that it becomes familiar yet just as comforting. like coming home after weeks of being away—he would love to see taehyung and maybe, just maybe, think of him as home.

only if taehyung wants to be. he’ll give taehyung everything, he realizes. he would, and if taehyung wants him to, he’ll do it. he’ll give taehyung the world, and all of his hoodies.

he’d give taehyung all of his scent, too—it is clearly, so clearly, made for him, anyway.

· — 👕 — ·

jeongguk, frankly, cannot get enough of scenting taehyung.

“guk!” taehyung laughs when jeongguk presses him right against the wall the moment he takes a step into his apartment, nose immediately burying itself into the crook of taehyung’s neck.

jeongguk growls playfully in response to taehyung’s giggle, nuzzling more against him, taking deep lungfuls of the sweet-smelling pheromones taehyung gives off.

and it makes taehyung feel light, so warm all over.

the same feeling he had been filled with when jeongguk so easily accepted the butterfly hoodie to wear, all too aware of it being thick with taehyung’s scent then. it was one thing for the alpha to allow him to wear his scent—but being willing to wear the omega’s, too?

he can’t help but feel a bit dizzy with the way jeongguk seems to love his scent as much as taehyung loves his, his cheeks so hot with the feeling of jeongguk’s breath on his skin, his hands warm and comforting on his waist. gentle.

“so good,” jeongguk murmurs into his neck, lips brushing his skin, sending tingles down taehyung’s spine, reaching his fingertips and toes and igniting his heart. and taehyung can’t help but let himself believe that, with those words, jeongguk isn’t just talking about his scent.

taehyung lets himself indulge in jeongguk’s scent too, wrapping his arms around his strong middle before nosing at jeongguk’s neck, smelling the smoky tinge to its edges. a fire, all but consuming him. it suits jeongguk so well—intoxicating.

he holds jeongguk tighter, hands finding their way to his hair. and jeongguk lets him. god, he lets him—taehyung can hardly believe it, how he lets him leave his scent on him. and it feels good, marking jeongguk like this. knowing they smell of each other,

proud enough to wear it so publicly.

jeongguk licks at his skin. just a flick of tongue, barely there, but taehyung felt it. and his knees almost go weak, taking a shallow breath only to inhale that scent so close to his nose. /god/, alpha, his—

a sound leaves taehyung’s throat, just shy of a whimper. and he pulls back slowly, gently pushing at the other’s shoulders to straighten. jeongguk does immediately, eyes looking to taehyung’s face for any signs of discomfort. taehyung hopes there isn’t; that isn’t how he feels.

he feels so safe, so close to jeongguk.

he swallows at the darkness in jeongguk’s gaze, liquid heat in those pools of his pupils. jeongguk’s eyes follow the movement.

“we should probably get to work,” taehyung suggests softly,

though he would much rather keep doing this—whatever this is. but jeongguk smiles, nodding, and it’s okay. even though taehyung doesn’t know what they are, what it means for them to be so grossly aware of each other’s scent, desperate to inhale, to keep close to their skin—

it’s okay. it’s more than okay. if this is what he can have, then taehyung wouldn’t have it any other way.

· — 👕 — ·

it’s hours into talking and picking out photos from their trip to the park (walking around with their hands clasped every so often—blissful) that jeongguk realizes how terribly empty his fridge is.

“tae, i need to head to the grocery store.”

taehyung looks up from where he’s sitting on the couch, laptop in his lap.

“should i come with you?”

“you can stay here if you want. i really don’t mind.”

taehyung seems to consider this, chewing on his bottom lip for a second. it’s such an endearing habit of his;

jeongguk tamps down the urge to take taehyung’s face in his hands and pull his bottom lip out from his teeth with his own mouth.

“okay,” he decides, looking back up at jeongguk. “i’ll stay here then.”

there’s something unreadable in his gaze, but jeongguk shrugs it away, deeming it nothing.

“i’ll come back as fast as i can, alright?”

“no rush, gukkie, take your time! just be safe?”

“i will, don’t worry.” they exchange the softest of smiles before jeongguk heads out.

despite taehyung’s words, jeongguk speeds through shopping, rocking on his feet the entirety of waiting in the checkout line. it’s not that he’s uncomfortable having taehyung alone at his apartment; it’s just, jeongguk would rather spend as much time with the omega as he can,

and he doesn’t want him to be alone at all, really. he’d rather be there for him at every chance.

when he returns twenty minutes after he’d originally left with bags in his hands, the apartment looks the same as it had before.

except taehyung isn’t on the couch, his laptop asleep on the coffee table.

“taehyung?” jeongguk calls softly, hurriedly putting the groceries in need of refrigeration in their designated spots, before following taehyung’s scent deeper into the apartment.

he raps his knuckles against the door gently, calling out his name again. when he doesn’t get a response, he says that he’s coming in, and after a moment turns the doorknob.

it opens, and when jeongguk steps in, his breath rushes out of his chest at the sight he’s met with.

taehyung, laying in his bed, surrounded in so many of jeongguk’s hoodies and shirts jeongguk can no longer see the sheets. the blanket having been kicked down to only lay up to his hips, taehyung is wrapped up in a few of jeongguk’s button-downs, hugging a pillow to his chest.

he blinks sleepily at him, cheek pressed against the pillow he’s holding, and offers a small smile.

jeongguk’s heart is about to explode.

“oh, pup,” he says breathlessly, and taehyung lifts a hand out to him, fingers splayed, reaching.

“gukkie,” the omega murmurs, fingers waving a bit in the air. “come in?”

who would he be to deny anything taehyung wanted.

so he does, walking over and wriggling out of his jeans. taehyung doesn’t seem to mind at all, however pouting when he climbs in.

“don’t mess it up,” he mumbles, and jeongguk snorts, adjusting the blankets a little more over them to keep taehyung warm. he’d changed out of the hoodie he’d been wearing, too, choosing the t-shirt jeongguk had worn to sleep the night before, obviously more thick with his scent.

It hangs off his frame, exposing his collarbones, and he looks so precious it hurts.

“kind of hard to do, sweetheart,” jeongguk replies breezily, pulling the pillow out from the omega’s arms. taehyung knows exactly what he means by the action,

immediately scooching closer and wrapping his arms around him. he reaches for something behind him, and the next thing jeongguk knows, taehyung’s draping the sweater he had left behind so many days ago over him.

it has his scent on it again.

meaning taehyung had rubbed it against his scent glands, just for him. jeongguk’s lips are parted as he watches him, watches taehyung meticulously fix the nest to accommodate jeongguk while still meeting his satisfactions.

and he can’t help it, how, when taehyung is done and satisfied with his creation, he lifts his hands to cup at taehyung’s cheeks, thumbing at the soft rosiness to them. his skin feeling like silk under his hands. taehyung closes his eyes against the warmth his palms give off.

“can i ask why you wanted to build a nest all of a sudden?” jeongguk questions softly, voice hushed yet so loud in the silence of the bedroom, the only sounds being their beating hearts and the ever quiet /whoosh/ of their breaths.

taehyung hums, eyes fluttering open for a second before closing again, content. “i just, well. i had the urge to surround myself in you, if that makes sense… you make me feel so safe, even when you’re not here. your scent does that for me.”

taehyung, master of his heart. a little thief in the night—and morning, and afternoon, and his every waking moment, alive in jeongguk’s dreams, all jeongguk can think about. this precious gem, beautiful diamond, glittering, shimmering—stealing his heart, and, maybe.

maybe.

/enough maybe’s. enough/.

so jeongguk does what he’s so badly wanted to do ever since he found taehyung in his closet, seen his flushed cheeks and earnest eyes. he leans in, lips hovering just millimeters away from his intended destination, hooded eyes watching.

and he doesn’t need to ask, because taehyung nods, a small movement that he wouldn’t have caught if he wasn’t holding his face so delicately.

so he does—he kisses taehyung. just a gentle press of lips at first, before they encompass each other, resolute in feeling each other.

taehyung hums against his mouth, opening up his lips, letting jeongguk in, in, in. letting him taste, tongues meeting. taehyung’s lips are soft, so soft, infinitely softer than he could ever have imagined, plush and pillowy and perfect—jeongguk lets out a contented hum as well,

the sound getting lost in taehyung’s mouth, and that’s okay. more than okay, he thinks as they part to breathe, every inhale a wonderful barrage of their scents cocooning them in the nest. their nest. mouths slick now, lips tinted red,

and now that he’s gotten a taste—jeongguk wants to kiss him for hours. wants to kiss him forever.

taehyung half opens his eyes, a shy smile on his lips, like he’s only just comprehending what they’ve done.

and jeongguk can’t stop staring.

he’s beautiful. he’s so beautiful.

“taehyung,” he whispers. “be my boyfriend?”

he wonders, if all the trips to the park, the trips to each other’s apartments, all the times they went out to get pictures, all the times they sat by each other during class—he wonders if it’ll be enough.

especially the past few moments they’ve shared. it all feels so monumental to jeongguk, but. he still has his doubts, still—

“i thought you’d never ask,” taehyung breathes out, and, to jeongguk’s surprise, practically launches himself into him in an embrace,

pressing the alpha into the mattress covered in clothes and making him laugh softly, closing his eyes in euphoric relief.

“is that a yes?”

“do you really think i’d say no?”

jeongguk kisses the skin of his shoulder, nosing at his scent gland as he holds taehyung close to his chest. “i mean, i can’t know for sure, can i?”

“yes, jeongguk. yes, /yes/, i’ll be your boyfriend. i’ll be yours—your omega.”

jeongguk’s eyes tighten a little, ready to water at any second. he closes his eyes, concentrating on taehyung’s warmth, the feeling of holding him in his arms, properly. the feeling of being enveloped in him.

“mine,” he whispers,

and taehyung nods against his neck, doing exactly what jeongguk is too—scenting, taking in as much as he possibly can.

“yours. and you—my alpha.”

“yours. all yours.”

they kiss again, taehyung blissfully on top of jeongguk, arms wrapped around each other tightly.

legs tangling together under the sheets when they settle back down, curling into each other, fit to take a nap in each other’s arms.

both of them excited for what the future will have in store for them. and so happy to know that their feelings are mutual,

so happy to know that their scents, from now on, can mix together so easily, with every press of their bodies as they hold each other tightly. jeongguk can feel it—the soft promise taehyung’s heart beats out as jeongguk leaves a soft kiss to his neck,

feeling his fluttering pulse against his mouth.

/yours/.

maybe he doesn’t need to wait to feel that feeling—that taehyung is home. he sure feels like it now—his home, in the form of a warm, golden-skinned omega, with the prettiest of smiles and the brightest of eyes.

with the sweetest scent imaginable and the softest of honey-coated laughs.

home, sweet home.

— fin. 👕

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