#kun qian

[rereisstuff]

AHHH i love cause it’s you, may i get 5th aespa member!reader (ofc legal age) x idol kun and they’re just being chenle and ning parents thanks!

(‘CAUSE) I’M YOUR GIRL !

summary: can i double it and pass it to the next person?

pairing: idol!reader x idol!kun.

warning: idk what just happened but this was published before it was ended and as I’m a little of a boomer i didn’t know how to un-publish it but here it is, complete.

“tell your boyfriend to stop being annoying” Chenle stepped in your room to spread his body in your bed.

you raised an eyebrow “excuse you? why are you here and why are you talking informally?”.

“unnie! Kun oppa brought Chenle to play in the nintendo so you can spend time with him in the living room while we use your TV to connect it and play” Ningning rushed to your room with her nintendo switch in her hands and you notice Chenle had this little bag with him too.

you got up while looking at them suspiciously “don’t break or touch anything okay?” and after a careless nod they started to set everything up while you left.

you saw Kun in the living room, with his eyes closed while almost melting in the sofa.

“what did you do to my favorite child, Chenle?” you joked as you sat on Kun’s lap, straddling.

“he’s being annoying i don’t want him to be my adopted kid anymore, i’m good with the one’s SM made me take care of” he whined as you intertwined your fingers between strands of his blue hair (yes btches in this profile we love blue haired kun).

“i only have three under my wing and they won’t listen, imagine Yizhuo wants me to adopt Yiren but that’s very much Sihyeon’s business” you said dramatically as you pecked his cheek, making him smile and then making you place more pecks all over his face.

“mind saying Ning’s name again? That pronunciation seemed off”

“Don’t you start…”

“ow Chenle! that hurt!”

you both exchanged glances and with a tired exhalation got up but Kun quickly took your waist and got you close to place a long kiss on your lips.

a kiss that was split up by another wince but now from Chenle.

“Chenle let Yizhuo alone!” Kun yelled as you both walked towards your room.

“he is pulling my hair oppa!”

“noona she punched me!” Chenle cried out at you while you were now opening the door.

“pick up your things now, i’m throwing you at dream’s dorm” Kun said to the pair who whined but were soon picking up their stuff.

“they’re bout to be Jeno’s problem and you and me are getting a nice dinner and a movie” Kun hugged your waist and whispered in your lips before you closed the distance and kissed him.

“you’re so smart i love you” you kissed his dimple and he laughed as he kissed your cheek back.

“i love you too”

#idol au #kpop idol #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct x reader #kun qian

[what-if-nct]

Hendery: Kun, Xiaojun said I look like I make meth.

Xiaojun: Look at him, he looks like he makes meth but doesn't do it he just sells it.

Kun: I don't know, Xiaojun makes a good point.

Hendery: Well Xiaojun looks like he lures older financially well off women to fawn over him and take care of him so he can get his eyebrows professionally waxed.

Xiaojun: What I do in my free time is none of your business.

Hendery: Like what I do in my free time is none of your business.

Kun: Hendery do you actually make meth?

Hendery: No, but I am a part of a crime family that distributes meth......sometimes I make it...... I make meth for Johnny to sell.

#Hendery #Xiaojun #kun #kun qian #wayv #wayv incorrect texts #wayv incorrect quotes #nct incorrect quotes #nct #nct incorrect texts

[httpkiiimjw]

YANGYANG: On a scale from "damn daniel" to "fre sha vaca do" ho are you feeling?

HENDERY: It's between "it's an avocado, thanks" and "how did you defeat Captain America", but as a solid I would say "I don't need a degree to be a clothes hanger". How about you Lucas?

LUCAS: Probably "road work ahead", and you Xiaojun?

XIAOJUN: "My teeth itch" but other than that it is a good day! How about you Winwin?

WINWIN: *Turns to look at Ten and Kun with a confused face*

TEN: Sorry Winwin.. I speak a lot of languages but whatever this is..is not one of them.

Kun: *Frantically typing on his phone trying to google the phrases*

#Wayv #Kun #Qian kun #QianKun #kun qian #ten nct #luacs #lucas wong #hendery #wayv hendery #winwin #dong sicheng #xiaojun #xiao dejun #yangyang #liu yangyang #incorrect quotes #incorrect nct #wayv winwin

[na-cafe]

Characters: Kun x reader

Genre: fluff, crack/funny (?)

|check here: Advent calendar| |D5|

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"Merry Christmas!" Kun said cheerfully which startled you a little bit but you don’t make big deal out of it anymore; Kun is like that all the time when he is excited.

"Merry Christmas?" you furrowed your eyebrows little confused. "Isn't Christmas in like twenty days or something?" you shake your head a little and placed a mug with hot tea on a table so you had full attention on Kun.

"True. It is." he nodded and sat with you by a table. "But I wanted to give you this present early so you can have it at my family dinner that my mom wants you to be at. For some reason..." he sweetly smiled at you. Too sweetly for your liking.

"Okay..." you said uneasily about this whole situation because Kun is all about Christmas which means that he sticks to the tradition and this definitely isn't a tradition. "So... What is it?" you asked.

"Open it." he moved his present for you more to you. "I was searching for the right one whole day. I had to look in so many shops, phew." he wiped away a fake sweat from his forehead.

You just sighed and took the prettily wrapped present into your hands. Sadly, you had to tear the paper so you could see what is inside. "Are you kidding me?" you looked at him in disbelief.

"Do you like it?" he asked with fake excitement (he is such a great actor). "I think you'll be the hot topic around my family on that dinner." he looked at you with such an innocent face that you had to really control yourself.

"Kun..." you looked at the bright red sweater that had a whole 3D Christmas tree on it with 3D presents and plastic ornaments on it. "It's perfect." you faked a smile and looked at Kun once again.

"Really?" Kun suddenly looked very confused by your sudden change of emotions. "You... You really do like that... That thing?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and you were holding back a laugh.

"Oh, I do love that so much." you placed the sweater next to your mug with tea and stood up from your seat. "And I actually remembered that I have an early Christmas present for you too." you smiled and went to your room. On your table, there was a gift bag. You grabbed it and went back to Kun. "Here." you placed it right in front of him and sat back.

"Thanks," he said not very sure about it, and peeked inside. "You are not serious, right?" he looked at you and you just waved your hands so he would hurry. Kun rolled his eyes and pulled a red sweater with the same 3D Christmas tree, 3D presents, and plastic ornaments from his gift bag. "This is not funny."

"No, it's not." you shook your head. "This is hilarious." you laughed out loud because this whole situation was really really funny.

Let's just say that you weren't the only hot topic at Kun's family dinner. His grandma even thought you two are dating, weird, right?

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A/N thank you so much for reading this little story. Hope you like it and leave a heart ♡

#kun qian #advent calendar #nct #nct imagines #nct u #nct x y/n #wayv #nct x you #nct x reader #wayv x reader #wayv x you #wayv x y/n #nct u x reader #kun x y/n #kun wayv #kun x reader #kun nct #christmas #ugly sweater

[sweetieangiexoxo]

Ten and Kun finally updated their IG!!! 💚💚💚

#nct #filozen #nctzen #czennie #wayv ten #wayzennie #wayv kun #ten lee #kun qian #nct ten #nct kun

[nctzzzenn]

#kun #wayv #nct #nctzen #kun qian

[xiaojuun]

#wayv #nct #nctinc #wayvnet #qian kun #useroro #maretag #ninqztual #eritual #tuseral #dearestmillie #rhitag #leksietag #userbexrex #higabi #erigifs #eri.wayv #kun. ✈️ #having an experience . don't look at me

[neonsbian]

kun & yangyang visiting ten during filming for nightwalker <3

#wayv #nct #nctinc #wayvnet #wayvedit #nctedit #ten #kun #yangyang #ten lee #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #qian kun #liu yangyang #gifs #userbexrex #oorieri #wayv family 6ever 😭

[weishenkun]

231115 wayv showcase in suzhou

#wayv #kun #qian kun #kuntent #im sorrryyyyyyyy #hes so funny #and i did eat that up #look the other way please

[teasteeper]

no one but you (l.yy)

masterlist | part 2

pairing: loser!yangyang, bf!kun x gf!reader

genre: angst, smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: pinv, rough sex, car sex, oral (m receiving), "daddy"

words: 1k

Yangyang’s eyes stay squeezed shut, desperately trying to imagine a scene far from his current reality. After all of Dejun's nagging at him to ‘just get laid’, he really started to believe that getting his dick wet was all he needed to get over you. But the girl under him didn’t look like you, hence him refusing to open his eyes, and her piercing, screeching mewls were nothing like your broken, breathy whimpers.

As he fucked her into his mattress he tried to recall the countless nights he spent laying there fisting his own cock, straining his ears to hear your pretty moans from the bedroom next door, to hear you get fucked by someone else. Your boyfriend. Kun.

The thin walls and their bedrooms being side by side was a blessing and a curse. It drove Yangyang insane, most nights soundtracked by the sound of you and Kun fucking like bunnies. Forced to bite into his bottom lip so hard he would draw blood to hold back his moans. Forced to cum into his own hand while Kun was surely emptying himself into your tight cunt. Forced to walk into the kitchen the next morning to the sight of you in nothing but one of Kun’s shirts and a pair of tiny sleep shorts, all glowy skin and sleepy smile and raspy voice all thanks to someone who wasn’t him.

“Babe? What’s wrong? Everything okay?”

Yangyang had half a brain to try and hide the grimace her voice threatened to put on his face. He reluctantly pulled back to look at her, to at least pretend like he was there. She wasn’t pretty because she wasn’t you, he thought as his droopy eyes inspected her. She wasn’t you, but there was something pretty in her messy, fucked out demeanor. His eyes trailed over the mascara smudged around her eyes, her flushed cheeks and hair splayed over his pillow. He pistoned his hips forward, watching as her brows furrowed and jaw dropped in a high pitched mewl.

It only made him think of your soft moans and Kun’s words, ‘There she is, my good girl’, ‘Where does it all go, hm? How does that little pussy take it all?’, ‘So pretty for daddy. Daddy’s girl’.

And your muffled responses had Yangyang off his face every time, imagining it was him your eyes were staring up at as you offered shaky responses.

He looked into the girl's eyes trying to imagine the teary gaze on you. A pained moan left his parted lips at the thought of how good you'd be, so pretty and malleable under him, taking everything he gave you. He knew you could take it rough, kept awake by the dull rhythm of Kun's bed frame against the wall separating their rooms. Yangyang honestly didn't know if you were home, but if you were you'd most likely be in Kun's room, just next door. He picked up his pace, groaning out as his own bed began to thump against the wall.

The girl under him squeezed around his cock in response to the force, and Yangyang's hesitation started to melt. If you could hear him right now he wanted it to sound like he was enjoying himself. Payback for every night you spent without a single thought of him. His jaw went slack, plump lips parting as his moans rang out. His thrusts were sloppy and hard, unleashing months' worth of frustration and hurt.

"Babe-"

"D-Daddy. Call me daddy."

He was shameless, utterly projecting his fantasies of you onto this girl. She didn't have your voice, but her whiny, feminine voice calling him daddy would suffice. His length throbbed inside her, "Louder. Yeah, fuck-"

His dark brows furrowed, grimacing as he pulled his length from her cunt and fisted his cock until he was cumming, warm cum making a mess on her torso. If it was you he wouldn't pull out. He'd give you everything, anything to make you his. This girl wasn't right, she was all wrong, and he firmly believed anyone who wasn't you would be wrong. There was no one but you.

So he gave up fucking random girls, Dejun's advice be damned.

Unbeknownst to Yangyang you hadn't been home to listen in on his performance. Kun had taken you on a sweet date, first to a nice dinner and then a drive to your favourite lookout spot over the city. He coaxed you to the backseat to straddle his lap, pushing your silky skirt up your thighs. His big hands bounced you on his cock as he trailed messy kisses up your neck, nipping scarlet bruises onto your skin.

He held your shaking frame to his chest as you came, combing his fingers through your hair with your face buried in his neck. When you came down he ushered you to lay on your back, your head in his lap as he smiled lazily down at you, ghosting his fingertips over your warm cheeks.

You lazed in the backseat talking about nothing, nuzzling your face into his thigh. Somehow the conversation led to the members, Yangyang included. Kun let out a soft laugh, his hand cupping your cheek as you placed kisses to his thigh. “He likes you, you know.”

Your brows furrowed, continuing your soft kisses, “Huh? Really?”

“The poor kid’s in love.”

You continued, unfazed, reaching your hand up to palm Kun’s cock and pulling a soft hum from his chest. “That’s too bad,” you smiled up at him, your eyes trained on his as you pressed your lips to the head of his cock, “I’m in love with you.”

Kun sighed dreamily, tugging your bottom lip down with his thumb and watching your mouth drop open, working your tongue over his slit. “Tell me about it, baby.”

You giggled around his length, pulling off with a pop to look up at him, starry eyes blown wide and lips wet and puffy, “No one but you.”

#yangyang #kun #qian kun #wayv #nct #yangyang smut #yangyang x you #yangyang x reader #yangyang drabble #kun smut #kun x you #kun x reader #wayv smut #nct smut #wayv hard hours #wayv hard thoughts #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #mine

[galacticseonghwa]

Can you (if you want to of course hshs) do the pretty boy text you did with dream but with WayV? Pls?

Thank you.

i can do that my love! i hope you like it <3

WAYV reactions to you calling them pretty boy for the first time

INCLUDES: wayv being whipped, expressing my delusions for them tbh, yang yang not escaping the daddy live, this is my first time doing wayv texts so I'm trying to find the right personalities for them over text so it'll be a little bit awkward

#galacticseonghwa #nct #nctzen #wayv #wayv smut #wayv fic #wayv fake texts #qian kun #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #dong sicheng #xiao dejun #hendery wong #liu yangyang

[tvxqdbsk]

WAYV : ON MY YOUTH 遗憾效应

#wayv #nct #kun #qian kun #ten #ten lee #winwin #dong sicheng #xiaojun #xiao dejun #hendery #wong kunhang #huang guanheng #yangyang #liu yangyang #gifs #creations

[nctsworld]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUN! ♡

#kun #qian kun #nct #wayv #nctinc #itsnctsworld #kungifs #wayvgifs #nctgifs #cee.gifs #the perfect man..... happy birthday sir

[firetrucks]

kun — nct 2023 connection

#nctinc #nct #nct 2023 #wayv #kun #qian kun #mine #gifs #*firetrucks

[00127am]

qian kun & gn! reader about summer heat, sharing a bed, non-sexual intimacy, roommates who are “just friends,” lowercase intended word count 2K words

JULY 26 87 degrees 📀 小雨天气 by 苡慧, 嘿人李逵, 十七草

“it’s hot”

your words are just short of a half-hearted groan, slipping through the abrupt ruffle of the sheets as you (poorly attempt) to desperately kick off the comforter from the expanse of your legs. it only takes a second before you're arching your back in the fashion of a cat, stretching out your limbs in search of the only untouched portion of the mattress, toes straining and muscles tight. and when you do find it, relishing in the cold relief of the unexplored fabric, it's a feeling nothing if not short lived, stifled by the heat of your roommate's breath fanning against the side of your neck and the brush of his knuckles against the bare skin of your stomach.

"you’ve said that,”

his reply is spoken in a low, quiet inflection. one barely above a whisper, and yet with the lack of distance, one which deceivingly sounds much louder. kun's words are partnered with the motion of his legs as he attempts to shift to something akin to what you assume to be a more comfortable position--knees knocking against your own and hand retracting from your torso as if he was scalded. cheeks burnt a rosy red, rivaling the heat of summer as he pushes his hair back upon his head with an impassive undertaking.

“i’ll keep saying it,”

he huffs and despite the darkness of the room, you know he's shooting you an incredulous expression. “that won’t make it any less hot,”

“you know what would make it less hot,” you words are acute--directed at him with a acumated accuracy--as you angle your head upwards, slightly grazing his chin as you narrow your eyes at the shadowed frame of his silhouette.

it takes him a moment to find the words, to compose himself enough to muster an actual answer other than an audible gulp. an embarrassingly loud response doubling as a last ditch effort to relieve the sudden dryness in his mouth. “what?”

“if you got out of my bed,”

the noise that leaves kun's mouth can be likened more to a whine than anything else, the hand previously laying upon his forehead falling to rest upon his eyes. “it’s too hot in my room,”

you raise a brow, lips parted and tongue lifted against the sharpened point of canines. your words are drawled, consumed by a sarcasm otherwise suffocated by the casual tone of affection. “so your solution is to sleep in a twin sized bed with your roommate?”

kun's quick to jump to his own defense, parting his fingers and snapping his gaze towards your own. an undertaking which he ultimately, immediately regrets within the first fraction of a second, seeing far too much of those pretty eyes of yours for his voice to remain steady. it takes all his effort (and a calculated cough from the back of his throat) to beholden any shred of faux apathy--lips pursed before reluctantly curving into the beginnings of his softly enunciated consonants. “the couch is uncomfortable,”

a noise that can only ever be interpreted as disbelief is quick to leave your ajar mouth. “more uncomfortable than sleeping on top of me?”

he hesitates, swallowing quickly only to part his lips in the swift beginnings of a further explanation. one that begins only to end with the tensing of his jaw, before repeating the process three times over until your roommate is positively confident that any and all arguments are utterly incomprehensible and inconclusive. he intends to think up some witty remark, something to have you grinning and pushing back on his shoulder (he loves that habit of yours, though ten would argue that kun seems to love everything about you... ) but the only clever rebuttal he summons is:

“… yeah?”

you laugh and for the moment, for the split second in time which his ears ring from the airy, tired expression of your continued amusement at his own expense--he's holding nothing but a puffed up pride from his not-so-witty, very-much-not-so-clever response. (speaking of ears ringing, he might have tinnitus. is it possible to contract it from long term exposure to a roommate who sends him into something just short of cardiac arrest?)

"you don't sound very confident," your tone is a whisper away from mockery, flashing him that crooked and right leaning smile that hes found to be burned into his memory (so burned in fact that even the sher recollection of it makes him feel as if he has been set alight, pun intended). he only hums in return, a reply that spells out defeat in every way but overt words.

and for a few moments, with the lull in your usual back and forth, you're met with nothing but the steady inhale and exhale of your counterpart and the accompanying song of cicadas which thrums through the open windows. it's within this intermission that you find yourself growing ever warmer. though you can't be too sure if it was from the humid heat of july or the ever decreasing distance between you and your roommate--however, you find it safest to assume the former (despite all signs pointing to the latter).

the comfortable silence between the two of you is interrupted only by the shift of your frame, flipping over to face him with a sluggish roll of your shoulders. you're much closer than before, albeit there's more of you on the bed now then off of it, and you tense--body pressed gingerly against his own in a far from subtle affection that has kun about to drop dead on the spot. it's a touch which lingers, as if you're testing the waters, waiting for the inevitable, brash jerk of his stature that never seems to come. "i don't mind it,"

"me? or the heat?"

your answer follows instantly, like you were expecting the question. a reply made with no hesitation, almost as if there was no thought behind it at all. "the heat,"

"and me?" you've known kun long enough to be familiar with the slight tremble in the inflection of his voice, the way his tone darts upwards at the end of his sentences and the nervous swallow between each word. all things present here, all found within two measly syllables--spoken with such an unbridled anticipation that you nearly kiss him tell him then and there (perhaps you're getting overheated, a twin bed is much, much too small).

"honest answer? or a funny one?"

kun pauses, tongue caught between puffy lips as he considers his options. his eyes roll over the details of the ceiling, carefully selecting his vocabulary and drawing out his response for fear of all the wrong words spilling out. words that detail just exactly how much you've occupied his every waking thought, that express in every detail how he's thinking of you right now (a series of sentiments that are in no shape or form anything that just a roommate would feel). "funny, then honest,"

you shrug, shoulders brushing against his own as you offer him a seemingly disinterested countenance--one disrupted only by the slightest, upwards tug at the corner of your lips. "you're tolerable,"

he scoffs, thrusting an accusatory finger in your direction. one that begins with a high velocity only to falter backwards, much to close to nearly poking out your eye. the proximity is unprecedented, intimate, and he finds himself struggling to adjust to it (though he'd like too, get used to it that is--a thought that has the tip of his ears painted a charming shade of crimson). "if i'm tolerable, i can't imagine what ten is to you,"

you laugh and once more, kun finds himself attempting to commit it to memory. there's something different about it here, perhaps the closeness, perhaps the muddied humidity of the weather thats drenched itself over your sickeningly sweet, songbird intonation. or perhaps it's the way he can feel your chest shake with the vibrado of your entertainment or the details of your face (the way your eyelashes stick to your cheek, the crease of your brow, and the soft crescents that tug at the corner of your eyes). "do you really want to know?"

your tone is playful, question poised in between the beginnings of your snickering. a reception originated from the soft snarl on your roommate's lips and the ever-obvious widening of his eyes. an expression all too familiar in the confines of conversation about ten lee. the same ten lee who is a little too sweet on you for kun's liking and whom you seem to favor more than anyone else in your apartment's social circle. the same ten lee who knows this fact drives kun up the wall (and then some) and who uses this to his utter advantage (and amusement).

"no, no, don't tell me," kun corrects (though his dismissal sounds as if it's a hair away from begging) with the click of his tongue and a lazy flick of his wrist, waving off your taunt with no more than a dissatisfied huff, "i don't want to hear it,"

you quirk a brow, tongue pressing against the inside of your cheek (another habit that kun is endeared too, one that makes his head spin and his knees feel weak). "afraid it's something good?"

his answer is immediate, an earnest confession made with no equivocation but only the barest bones of irritation (one garnered from the thought of your affection being directed at the cat-like blonde rather than himself ... completely normal for roommates, right?). "yes,"

in every depiction of how this conversation was going to go, you certainly never expected a straightforward, blunt answer from kun. or at least, not one that made your stomach plummet to your knees and your heart beat five times too fast. you might be suffering from a rapidly onset case of heat exhaustion, maybe sun poisoning? one look at his expression--eyes half lidded and brows furrowed to sit upon the slender bridge of his nose--says otherwise.

perhaps it's his own searing honesty (one that makes you feel much hotter than the weather does) or the soft, ardent tone of his reply but you find yourself posing him another question--one framed around a quieter, more tender lilt. "well do you want your honest answer?"

"as long as it's better than ten's,"

in any other scenario, you would jump at the chance to tease him. to hold his schoolboy-esque jealously over his head in a light-hearted triumph. to bring it up in any and every further conversation, only for the sake of pricking at his pride and to earn nothing but taunting grins and laughter from yourself. but when you try, when the words lay on the tip of your tongue ready to be spat out with a dizzying purr, you find yourself unable to find them. or say them. or anything with the way he's looking at you. an expression that screams impatience and an adoration that goes straight to your head--dizzying you to a degree of nausea (or butterflies fluttering against the walls of your stomach, the more likely yet less inclined explanation).

"i think you're my favorite,"

kun blinks slowly at you, tilting his head on his shoulder to get a better look, to determine if you were teasing (an outcome he dreads more than honesty). there's a smile toying at the edges of his lips, pulling up into a softened, tired grin. black eyelashes fawn against his cheeks, strands of platinum blonde falling before his eyes as he speaks. "your favorite what? roommate? because you only have on--"

"everything,"

you think you can pinpoint the exact moment when his breathe catches in his throat, a short-lived, choked sputter of a response that drags both him and you into an underlying, all consuming silence. one interwoven with the trill of the cicadas and the trembling, spontaneous steps of the curtains, locked in an undying trot with the july breeze.

"it's hot,"

you huff. "i've been saying that,"

he shifts, dropping his hand from his face to rest upon yours. it's a movement made with no indecision, no pause or procrastination. a gentle, delicate endearment emphasized by the threading of his fingers between your own. kun's words are quiet, a clarifying correction that only serves to worsen the flustered state of his countenance. "i feel hot,"

"yeah," you return, squeezing his hand against your own, "me too,"

taglist. @evilsailorsenshi @firstdonutllamafarm @222brainrot @scinclaitnoir @yangasm thank you for all your support and love! ♡

🗯️ if there are ever two things i am absolutely obsessed over and crushed by, it's kun and summer. the latter of which everyone on this account is about to be made painfully aware of with the 10+ timestamp works in progress in my drafts that are all summer centered. i'm so endeared to kun, i am just so fond of him (·•᷄∩•᷅ ) so i hope that (and the sweetness of the mundane) was conveyed well here. this was also supposed to be no more than a couple hundred words ... but it's practically a short form (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง i got a little overtaken by it ...

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[nctzzzenn]

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