a #namjinau where —
seokjin sees a picture of famous art collector, kim namjoon, with a portrait of himself.
however, he has no memory of himself ever getting painted.
seokjin sees a picture of famous art collector, kim namjoon, with a portrait of himself.
however, he has no memory of himself ever getting painted.
a few notes before starting:
- ignore time and dates
- this will be a short au, which means this might be a one-time update (subject to change tho, but it’ll still be short)
- i got this idea just last night and i didn’t want to lose it
- i hope you enjoy :D
- ignore time and dates
- this will be a short au, which means this might be a one-time update (subject to change tho, but it’ll still be short)
- i got this idea just last night and i didn’t want to lose it
- i hope you enjoy :D
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5. [Next Day]
6. “So, what do we have?” Seokjin asks as soon as he arrives at their table.
“You look so dead, hyung.” Jungkook greets. “I know, but don’t mind me. Tae?”
Taehyung quickly takes a book out of his bag and puts it on the table.
“I’ve tried reading some last night.”
“You look so dead, hyung.” Jungkook greets. “I know, but don’t mind me. Tae?”
Taehyung quickly takes a book out of his bag and puts it on the table.
“I’ve tried reading some last night.”
“And I found something that may be connected to the portrait.” Taehyung flips the book open then stops at a page.
“In an interview back in 2015, RM mentioned about preferring the night over the morning because he gets to dream.”
Seokjin raises his eyebrows. He’s not getting it.
“In an interview back in 2015, RM mentioned about preferring the night over the morning because he gets to dream.”
Seokjin raises his eyebrows. He’s not getting it.
“How does that connect to the portrait?” Jungkook asks.
“Remember the title of the portrait?”
Seokjin gasps softly at the realization. “Dream.”
“Exactly! What if the reason why the name of the portrait is ‘Dream’ is that he sees the man that looks like you in his dreams?”
“Remember the title of the portrait?”
Seokjin gasps softly at the realization. “Dream.”
“Exactly! What if the reason why the name of the portrait is ‘Dream’ is that he sees the man that looks like you in his dreams?”
“Woah.” Jungkook exclaims. He was genuinely surprised with the theory.
Seokjin is too. It was possible. But he still has so much questions.
“But why would RM dream of me? We’ve never seen each other.”
“It could be someone that looks like you, hyung.” Jungkook says.
Seokjin is too. It was possible. But he still has so much questions.
“But why would RM dream of me? We’ve never seen each other.”
“It could be someone that looks like you, hyung.” Jungkook says.
That’s a possibility too. Yet, Seokjin can’t stop thinking that it’s him in the portrait.
One, it’s impossible for another person to exactly look like him. He doesn’t even have a twin.
And two, all of his features matches the man in the portrait.
One, it’s impossible for another person to exactly look like him. He doesn’t even have a twin.
And two, all of his features matches the man in the portrait.
He could honestly recreate the portrait and sell it, if he wanted to. No one would know the difference.
Wait. Recreate. The creator.
“Hey tae!” Seokjin calls, startling Taehyung. “Yes hyung?”
“Do you know who’s the artist of Dream? I mean, assuming that RM is just a collector”
Wait. Recreate. The creator.
“Hey tae!” Seokjin calls, startling Taehyung. “Yes hyung?”
“Do you know who’s the artist of Dream? I mean, assuming that RM is just a collector”
Taehyung nods in understanding. “I’m sorry, hyung. I don’t know. Even if you ask avid fans of RM, everything I told you about the portrait is all we know.”
Seokjin sighs in frustration. “Can I borrow all your books for the mean time?“
“Sure, hyung!”
Seokjin sighs in frustration. “Can I borrow all your books for the mean time?“
“Sure, hyung!”
Taehyung hands his bag full of books. “Keep it as long as you want. I’ll also try to ask my friends if they have more information.”
Seokjin takes the bag and smiles at his friend. “Thank you, Taehyung. I appreciate it.”
“No problem, hyung.”
Seokjin takes the bag and smiles at his friend. “Thank you, Taehyung. I appreciate it.”
“No problem, hyung.”
7. [A Few Days Later]
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12. [Next Day]
13. With five minutes to spare, Seokjin arrives at the location the painter told him to come to.
The place looks simple yet you can get hints that it belongs to someone rich.
The front door opens and reveals an old lady. “Are you Kim Seokjin?” She asks.
Seokjin nods.
The place looks simple yet you can get hints that it belongs to someone rich.
The front door opens and reveals an old lady. “Are you Kim Seokjin?” She asks.
Seokjin nods.
“Come in. He’s waiting for you.”
Seokjin smiles then follows the old lady inside.
If the outside of the house looks elegant, then the inside was all fancy.
It had a huge chandelier hanging at the middle of the place, and various decorations surrounded the area.
Seokjin smiles then follows the old lady inside.
If the outside of the house looks elegant, then the inside was all fancy.
It had a huge chandelier hanging at the middle of the place, and various decorations surrounded the area.
There were also different kinds of paintings hanged on the wall. It was probably made by j-hope.
“Just go in. He’s there.” The old lady says as she points to an office.
Seokjin then thanks her before she leaves to go continue her chores.
“Just go in. He’s there.” The old lady says as she points to an office.
Seokjin then thanks her before she leaves to go continue her chores.
When the old lady leaves, Seokjin’s nervousness came rushing down on him.
He doesn’t know how he should act once he meets the painter. Honestly, he was so intimidated by j-hope through their messages.
What more in person.
Seokjin walks towards the door and knocks softly.
He doesn’t know how he should act once he meets the painter. Honestly, he was so intimidated by j-hope through their messages.
What more in person.
Seokjin walks towards the door and knocks softly.
“Come in.” Seokjin hears from inside.
With one big breath, Seokjin carefully opens the door and enters the office.
Just like the receiving area, j-hope’s office is filled with decorations and paintings. It was really pretty.
“Is that you already, Kim Seokjin?”
With one big breath, Seokjin carefully opens the door and enters the office.
Just like the receiving area, j-hope’s office is filled with decorations and paintings. It was really pretty.
“Is that you already, Kim Seokjin?”
j-hope has his back on Seokjin as he was currently finishing a project.
“Yes, sir.”
Seokjin hears the other chuckle. “No need to be so formal with me. You can call me, Hoseok.”
“Um.. Okay.” Seokjin could feel himself blush. He’s so awkward.
“Yes, sir.”
Seokjin hears the other chuckle. “No need to be so formal with me. You can call me, Hoseok.”
“Um.. Okay.” Seokjin could feel himself blush. He’s so awkward.
“So… You have questions?” Hoseok says as he puts his brush down. It looks like he’s done with his painting.
“Yes, if that’s okay?” Seokjin says nervously.
“Of course—woah.” Hoseok stops when he finally turns his back to meet Seokjin. “Dream?”
Seokjin smiles shyly.
“Yes, if that’s okay?” Seokjin says nervously.
“Of course—woah.” Hoseok stops when he finally turns his back to meet Seokjin. “Dream?”
Seokjin smiles shyly.
“That’s what I want to ask you about, actually.”
Hoseok, still shocked with what he just saw, walks to his work area and sits. “You’re real?”
“Yeah. I’m Kim Seokjin.”
“But how… You were just in a dream…”
Now he can confirm that Taehyung’s theory is definitely right.
Hoseok, still shocked with what he just saw, walks to his work area and sits. “You’re real?”
“Yeah. I’m Kim Seokjin.”
“But how… You were just in a dream…”
Now he can confirm that Taehyung’s theory is definitely right.
“What do you mean I was just in a dream? Did RM see me in his dream?”
Hoseok nods. “RM went to me, 5 years ago, on December 1. He asked if he could commission a painting of a man he has been seeing in his dreams.”
“Did he say who this man was?”
Hoseok nods. “RM went to me, 5 years ago, on December 1. He asked if he could commission a painting of a man he has been seeing in his dreams.”
“Did he say who this man was?”
“No, but he said he constantly saw him in his dreams ever since 2015.”
“So, from 2015 until the time he made you paint Dream, he has been dreaming of this man?”
Hoseok nods. “But, did you know that Dream wasn’t the first name of the portrait.”
Seokjin frowns.
“So, from 2015 until the time he made you paint Dream, he has been dreaming of this man?”
Hoseok nods. “But, did you know that Dream wasn’t the first name of the portrait.”
Seokjin frowns.
“What do you mean?”
“It was supposed to be named Memory. RM described his features so clearly, it was impossible for it to be just a dream. I thought it was a memory he had of someone so dear to him.”
“But, why did it become Dream then?”
“RM and I had different thoughts.”
“It was supposed to be named Memory. RM described his features so clearly, it was impossible for it to be just a dream. I thought it was a memory he had of someone so dear to him.”
“But, why did it become Dream then?”
“RM and I had different thoughts.”
Seokjin’s frowns deepen. He could also feel his head starting to ache.
“RM said that if it was a memory, then how come he couldn’t remember his name. That’s why he insisted it was just a dream. He created a man that gave him comfort and peace in his dreams.”
“RM said that if it was a memory, then how come he couldn’t remember his name. That’s why he insisted it was just a dream. He created a man that gave him comfort and peace in his dreams.”
Seokjin holds onto the nearest drawer next to him for support. He could really feel his head aching.
“But why does it look like me?”
“I don’t know, Seokjin-ssi. Only RM can answer that question.”
Seokjin grips on the drawer tightly. “Where can I find RM?”
“But why does it look like me?”
“I don’t know, Seokjin-ssi. Only RM can answer that question.”
Seokjin grips on the drawer tightly. “Where can I find RM?”
“Hob-ah?”
Seokjin turns to where the voice came from. A man, a little shorter than him, walks inside the painter’s office.
“Yoongi hyung! What are you doing here?”
“Just visiting. What are you do—“ The visitor stops speaking once he spots Seokjin.
Seokjin turns to where the voice came from. A man, a little shorter than him, walks inside the painter’s office.
“Yoongi hyung! What are you doing here?”
“Just visiting. What are you do—“ The visitor stops speaking once he spots Seokjin.
When Hoseok notices, he walks towards Seokjin. “This is Kim Seokjin.”
Seokjin faces the man and looks at him closely.
The eyes, the nose, the smile, the height.
“I know—“
“Seokjin!”
Seokjin faces the man and looks at him closely.
The eyes, the nose, the smile, the height.
“I know—“
“Seokjin!”
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15. Seokjin slowly opens his eyes, but quickly closes it again as the bright light invades his sight.
He can hear rustling by his side. He’s not alone.
With an arm covering his face, Seokjin tries to open his eyes again, and fortunately, he succeeds and adjusts to the light
He can hear rustling by his side. He’s not alone.
With an arm covering his face, Seokjin tries to open his eyes again, and fortunately, he succeeds and adjusts to the light
“Where am I?” Seokjin asks.
“You’re at a hospital.” Someone, who’s voice seem familiar, answers.
Seokjin quickly looks at his side to see the man from awhile ago.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m just waiting for your friends to arrive. Don’t worry, I’ll be gone soon.”
“You’re at a hospital.” Someone, who’s voice seem familiar, answers.
Seokjin quickly looks at his side to see the man from awhile ago.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m just waiting for your friends to arrive. Don’t worry, I’ll be gone soon.”
Seokjin grips on the railings of the bed tightly. His head is starting to ache again.
“Why do you… look so familiar…”
“Seokjin hyung…”
Seokjin closes his eyes again, his grip tightening. His head was really aching. It hurts so much.
“It hurts! Please make it stop!”
“Why do you… look so familiar…”
“Seokjin hyung…”
Seokjin closes his eyes again, his grip tightening. His head was really aching. It hurts so much.
“It hurts! Please make it stop!”
“I’ll call the doctor. Please wait, Seokjin hyung.” The man says then rushes out of his room.
After a minute or so, he comes back with a doctor trailing behind.
“Seokjin-ssi, I’m Doctor Lee Hyun. Please tell me what you’re feeling right now.”
“My head hurts so much.”
After a minute or so, he comes back with a doctor trailing behind.
“Seokjin-ssi, I’m Doctor Lee Hyun. Please tell me what you’re feeling right now.”
“My head hurts so much.”
“I’ll give you some Advil to ease the pain for the mean time. Then if the pain is still there after a few hours, we can get some tests. Will that be okay?”
“Yes, please.” Seokjin says.
The doctor quickly gets some medicine and let Seokjin drink one.
“Yes, please.” Seokjin says.
The doctor quickly gets some medicine and let Seokjin drink one.
And as expected, Seokjin falls asleep. He must be feeling groggy from the medicine.
The doctor then checks his vital signs before leaving. “Yoongi-ssi, if he wakes up and the pain is still there, please notify us immediately. I’ll just check if he has a record in the hospital.”
The doctor then checks his vital signs before leaving. “Yoongi-ssi, if he wakes up and the pain is still there, please notify us immediately. I’ll just check if he has a record in the hospital.”
“Okay. Thank you, Doc.”
“You’re a great friend.” The doctor says as he pats Yoongi’s shoulder.
With a last goodbye, the doctor leaves the room.
Yoongi sighs. “You’re wrong, Doc.” He looks at Seokjin. “I’m not a great friend.”
“You’re a great friend.” The doctor says as he pats Yoongi’s shoulder.
With a last goodbye, the doctor leaves the room.
Yoongi sighs. “You’re wrong, Doc.” He looks at Seokjin. “I’m not a great friend.”
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18. Seokjin wakes up for the third time, today. Thankfully, his headaches are gone, but he remembers having some tests awhile ago.
He looks to his side and sees the same person from awhile ago.
“You’re still here?”
“I’m sorry. Your friends haven’t arrived.”
“It’s okay…”
He looks to his side and sees the same person from awhile ago.
“You’re still here?”
“I’m sorry. Your friends haven’t arrived.”
“It’s okay…”
A few minutes of silence, the doctor then comes in the room.
“Oh Seokjin-ssi, I’m glad you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
Seokjin smiles shyly. “Feeling better now.”
“Okay, well. I have the results of your tests and I want to talk to you about something.”
Seokjin nods.
“Oh Seokjin-ssi, I’m glad you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
Seokjin smiles shyly. “Feeling better now.”
“Okay, well. I have the results of your tests and I want to talk to you about something.”
Seokjin nods.
“Back in 2015, Kim Seokjin, 23 years old, was admitted to this hospital after suffering a concussion from a car accident. It led to you having a selective amnesia, which means you only forgot a certain part of your memory.”
Seokjin frowns. He doesn’t remember an accident.
Seokjin frowns. He doesn’t remember an accident.
When the doctor gets no response from Seokjin, he continues. “And the headaches you were having suggested that your forgotten memory was triggered.”
“How?” Seokjin asks.
“You might’ve seen something or someone that reminded you of that memory you lost.”
“How?” Seokjin asks.
“You might’ve seen something or someone that reminded you of that memory you lost.”
Seokjin’s frown deepens, then he looks at the man by his side.
It all started with him. His head started hurting when he first saw him.
“I’ll leave you two first.” The doctor says.
“Who are you?!”
“Seokjin hyung…”
“Don’t call me Seokjin hyung! I don’t even know you!”
It all started with him. His head started hurting when he first saw him.
“I’ll leave you two first.” The doctor says.
“Who are you?!”
“Seokjin hyung…”
“Don’t call me Seokjin hyung! I don’t even know you!”
The man is now sobbing. “You know me, hyung. I’m so sorry.”
Seokjin stops. He what?
“I know you?” The man stands from his seat and walks to Seokjin’s bed. He then takes his hand and holds onto it tightly.
“Min Yoongi, Class 309.”
Seokjin frowns. That sounds so familiar.
Seokjin stops. He what?
“I know you?” The man stands from his seat and walks to Seokjin’s bed. He then takes his hand and holds onto it tightly.
“Min Yoongi, Class 309.”
Seokjin frowns. That sounds so familiar.
Yoongi tightens his hold. “Your Yoongi-chi.”
Seokjin gasps at the name. He remembers that. He remembers calling someone ‘Yoongi-chi’ but he couldn’t put a face to it.
“Yoongi-chi…?”
Seokjin holds onto his head at the sudden pain he’s feeling.
Seokjin gasps at the name. He remembers that. He remembers calling someone ‘Yoongi-chi’ but he couldn’t put a face to it.
“Yoongi-chi…?”
Seokjin holds onto his head at the sudden pain he’s feeling.
Yoongi-chi.
Then he starts remembering.
A short guy, who’s all grumpy with the lack of sleep, but all gummy smile with the sight of cats and tangerine.
His Yoongi-chi. His best friend.
And Namjoon.
His Namjoon.
“Namjoon-ah?” Seokjin says, surprising Yoongi.
Then he starts remembering.
A short guy, who’s all grumpy with the lack of sleep, but all gummy smile with the sight of cats and tangerine.
His Yoongi-chi. His best friend.
And Namjoon.
His Namjoon.
“Namjoon-ah?” Seokjin says, surprising Yoongi.
“Hyung?”
Seokjin looks at the man beside him. “Yoongi? Shit, Yoongi. I remember.”
“You remember?”
“Yes. Min Yoongi, class 309. That guy who hit my head with a basketball on the first day of school.”
“Hyung!” Yoongi lets go of his hand and pulls him into a tight hug.
Seokjin looks at the man beside him. “Yoongi? Shit, Yoongi. I remember.”
“You remember?”
“Yes. Min Yoongi, class 309. That guy who hit my head with a basketball on the first day of school.”
“Hyung!” Yoongi lets go of his hand and pulls him into a tight hug.
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20. Taehyung and Jungkook quietly enter the room, expecting to see no one since Seokjin is having some tests.
However, they were greeted by a completely different sight.
Seokjin is there, talking so excitedly to the person he’s with.
He must be Hoseok’s friend.
However, they were greeted by a completely different sight.
Seokjin is there, talking so excitedly to the person he’s with.
He must be Hoseok’s friend.
“Hyung?” Jungkook calls softly. The two stop talking and turn to the door. Seokjin’s face light up to see his friends.
“Hey, guys. Come in.”
Taehyung rushes to his hyung and hugs him tightly. The youngest follows as well
“Gosh, hyung. I thought something bad happened already!”
“Hey, guys. Come in.”
Taehyung rushes to his hyung and hugs him tightly. The youngest follows as well
“Gosh, hyung. I thought something bad happened already!”
Seokjin chuckes. “I’m fine, Kook. Don’t worry.”
“Promise me you’ll let me come next time!” Taehyung says with a pout, making Seokjin giggle.
“Fine, I promise.”
The two then continues to hug their hyung.
“Oh by the way, I would like you guys to meet Yoongi, my best friend.”
“Promise me you’ll let me come next time!” Taehyung says with a pout, making Seokjin giggle.
“Fine, I promise.”
The two then continues to hug their hyung.
“Oh by the way, I would like you guys to meet Yoongi, my best friend.”
“Best friend?” Taehyung says, eyebrows raised.
“From before I moved here. We were actually three. Me, Yoongi and—“ Seokjin suddenly gasps.
“Where’s Namjoon?” He asks Yoongi.
“Somewhere. I can take you to him, hyung.”
“From before I moved here. We were actually three. Me, Yoongi and—“ Seokjin suddenly gasps.
“Where’s Namjoon?” He asks Yoongi.
“Somewhere. I can take you to him, hyung.”
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22. [A Few Days Later]
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24. [Later]
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26. Seokjin slowly walks to the living room of the house. He could feel his heart beating faster than normal.
“You can sit there, hyung. I’ll just check on him.” Seokjin nods.
But before Yoongi can leave, the two of them hears a door opening.
“Yoongi hyung?”
Seokjin gasps.
“You can sit there, hyung. I’ll just check on him.” Seokjin nods.
But before Yoongi can leave, the two of them hears a door opening.
“Yoongi hyung?”
Seokjin gasps.
It’s him. It’s his Namjoon-ah.
He could feel his tears threatening to fall. He missed that voice so much.
“Hyung, is that you?”
“Namjoon-ah, it’s me. I’m at the living room.”
“Okay.”
Seokjin hears footsteps. He quickly fixes his posture and waits.
He could feel his tears threatening to fall. He missed that voice so much.
“Hyung, is that you?”
“Namjoon-ah, it’s me. I’m at the living room.”
“Okay.”
Seokjin hears footsteps. He quickly fixes his posture and waits.
But it surprises him to see the other.
He’s holding a cane and he’s using it to guide his way to the living room.
“Namjoon…” Seokjin whispers.
“Are you with someone else, hyung?” Namjoon asks.
His tears finally lets go. “Namjoon-ah… It’s me.”
He’s holding a cane and he’s using it to guide his way to the living room.
“Namjoon…” Seokjin whispers.
“Are you with someone else, hyung?” Namjoon asks.
His tears finally lets go. “Namjoon-ah… It’s me.”
Namjoon stops in his tracks, dropping the cane in his hand.
“Jinnie hyung…?”
“Namjoon-ah.” Seokjin rushes to where Namjoon is and pulls him into a tight hug.
“Jinnie hyung… You’re here…”
Seokjin sobs harder.
Why did this happen? Why Namjoon?
“Jinnie hyung…?”
“Namjoon-ah.” Seokjin rushes to where Namjoon is and pulls him into a tight hug.
“Jinnie hyung… You’re here…”
Seokjin sobs harder.
Why did this happen? Why Namjoon?
Seokjin pulls away from the hug and cups the other’s face.
Namjoon has tears in his eyes as well. “I’m so sorry…” Seokjin says, tears continuously falling.
It breaks him so much.
“I’m sorry, hyung. I can’t see you anymore.”
“No, Namjoon-ah. Don’t say sorry, please.”
Namjoon has tears in his eyes as well. “I’m so sorry…” Seokjin says, tears continuously falling.
It breaks him so much.
“I’m sorry, hyung. I can’t see you anymore.”
“No, Namjoon-ah. Don’t say sorry, please.”
Seokjin leaves a soft peck on Namjoon’s forehead then pulls him back into a tight hug.
“I love you so much, Namjoon-ah…”
“Hyung…” Namjoon tightens his hold onto the older. “I love you too, so much.”
“I love you so much, Namjoon-ah…”
“Hyung…” Namjoon tightens his hold onto the older. “I love you too, so much.”
27.
28. [Year 2020]
29.
30. [Later]
31. [Present]
32.
33. “Hyung…?” Seokjin startles.
“Yes, Namjoon-ah? I’m here.” Seokjin quickly lays down beside the younger and wraps his arms around him, for him to know that he’s really there.
“I thought it was all just a dream again, hyung…” Namjoon says.
Seokjin chuckles.
“Yes, Namjoon-ah? I’m here.” Seokjin quickly lays down beside the younger and wraps his arms around him, for him to know that he’s really there.
“I thought it was all just a dream again, hyung…” Namjoon says.
Seokjin chuckles.
“Dream is real and he’s here with you. He won’t leave you anymore.”
“You know about Dream?”
Seokjin smiles and pecks his forehead. “I do. You got all my features correct, huh?”
Namjoon chuckles. “How could I not? You’re so beautiful, I wanted the painting to give it justice.”
“You know about Dream?”
Seokjin smiles and pecks his forehead. “I do. You got all my features correct, huh?”
Namjoon chuckles. “How could I not? You’re so beautiful, I wanted the painting to give it justice.”
Seokjin blushes, playfully smacking Namjoon’s arm. “You’re so cheesy!”
“Nope. Just in love, hyung.”
Seokjin sighs happily. He moves closer to Namjoon and softly pecks his lips. “I’m in love with you too, my Namjoon-ah.”
“Nope. Just in love, hyung.”
Seokjin sighs happily. He moves closer to Namjoon and softly pecks his lips. “I’m in love with you too, my Namjoon-ah.”
34. [2 Years Later]
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— The End
— this idea just popped in my mind the other night, so I had to quickly write it before I forget. From there, I just thought of the flow on the spot so if there are some mistakes, you didn’t see them. lol
I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT 🤍 AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING
I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT 🤍 AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING
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