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makeitmingi · 8 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 38]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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-Small timeskip-

Despite what you told Seonghwa, you didn't go to the authorities, you were just far too busy and you knew that if you went to the police, more people would be involved.

The threatening messages didn't stop, they got more and more explicit but you just couldn't give them any time. You and Mingi haven't seen each other in weeks so maybe the person thought you broke up or something, which is why things haven't really escalated to something more.

"Indigo, are you ready?" Eden dropped by your studio. You turned around, blinking. The blank look on your face showed your confusion.

"The production meeting...?" He raised his eyebrows as he reminded. You turned to the clock on your phone.

"Oh, shoot! I didn't know it was so late already!" You jumped up from your chair, scrambling for your things. You saved your work and grabbed your iPad.

"Calm down, we have time. How long have you been working in here?" He asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I lost track of time." You rubbed the back of your neck. You wore your beanie and walked out with him.

"Once you sit down, you just get lost in the process, don't you?" Eden chuckled. You nodded your head in embarrassment. You need to set more noticeable time reminders in the future.

"I'm excited to hear what the time has to propose with the music video and concept outfits. That would be so exciting." You clapped your hands. Everyone was gathering today to hear what the creative production team has to propose.

"CEO Kim will be there?" You asked. Eden nodded to confirm. You buried your face in your hands.

"Why? Why? What's wrong with our CEO?" Eden asked with amusement at your reaction to meeting your big boss.

"I haven't got a reply for him..." You mumbled.

"He's not expecting a reply so quickly, Indigo. Don't worry about it! Your contract with us isn't up anyway. He'll want you to focus on the comeback first." He patted your shoulder as he laughed.

"But what about-"

"Eden hyung! Indigo!" A few voices called, cutting Eden off. Eden didn't finish his sentence, seeing the Ateez boys.

"Indigo! I missed you so much! Did you miss me?!" Wooyoung hugged you tightly, shaking you up and down. You chuckled and hugged him back.

"I did miss you, Woo. I hope you've been well and taking care of yourself." You said, making him grin proudly. He stuck his tongue out at the other members, as if what you said was that you missed him ONLY. Hongjoong plucked him off you but Wooyoung still held your hand to enter the meeting room.

"Hey, your shirt... Looks like the one I bought Mingi for his birthday." Yeosang pointed at your oversized shirt. Mingi choked.

"Yah, yah, Yesoang. Be careful of what you're saying." Yunho covered up his flusteredness with an awkward chuckle. If others have heard it, they would be suspicious.

"Y-Yeah, I got the same shirt..." You lied. You didn't even notice this was Mingi's shirt, you just took it out of your drawer, which is usually a mix of yours and Mingi's clothes from the wash.

"But-"

"It's true, look at Indigo and I. We're wearing the same clothes all the time." Hongjoong sent Yeosang a look to not say anything further.

"That's because you copy me." You scoffed with your arms crossed. Hongjoong just rolled his eyes.

Soon, the remaining meeting attendees entered the big room and took their seats. When the CEO entered with his assistant, everyone stood up to bow to him in greeting. He smiled and waved for everyone to take their seats.

"Let's go through the music video concepts first? Followed by the style concepts. Then we'll go to the producers and finally, finance team with the budgeting." He instructed.

"Yes, boss." Everyone chimed.

"Also, boys, feel free to voice your opinions after each presentation." He said to the 8 Ateez members that were sitting together.

"Thank you, boss." The 8 boys bowed their heads. You turned your iPad on, ready to take notes where necessary. The videography and production team went first.

"Alright, these are the storyboards for the music video." The employee flashed the picture on the screen.

"Ooooooh." You and Ateez had the same reactions. Behind you, Eden laughed, knowing you were amazed by everything in this process.

"Don't laugh at me." You whispered with a pout. Eden still snickered, reaching out to pat your head. You continued to listen to the speaker proposing the location and all the other logistics for the music video shooting. Even if you were not the one in the music video, you felt excitement bubble within you.

Mingi watched you from the other side of the room. He hadn't seen you in weeks. Sure, you've video called and texted but nothing was better than actually holding you. He wanted to just hold you now.

"You're staring." San leaned over to whisper. Mingi blushed, tearing his gaze away from you.

"Sorry. Can't help it." He grumbled softly.

"The location and storyboard looks good. We'll look at booking the film site and accommodation." The CEO nodded in approval.

"These are the outfits for the music video. We will reuse them for some of the comeback promotions. The alternative outfits for other promotional activities are these." The head stylist showed.

"Oh, wow. They're so cool." You could imagine how good the boys would look in all the outfits.

"I'll go through the individual outfit inspirations for each member." She flipped through the slides, going through each member's outfit collection.

"Hongjoong sshi will be in mostly Balmain, sent over from their styling team. Especially for interviews, as we expect questions about you becoming an ambassador with them. Mingi sshi, you will be in Diesel outfits." She pointed out.

"Look at you, hyung. Balmain prince." Wooyoung voiced proudly. Hongjoong shushed him for being disruptive but it was because he was shy from all the attention.

The stylists teams really knew what they were doing, suggesting outfits and styles that brought out the best features of each member.

"More see through shirts for Seonghwa hyung. The fans would want that." Jongho snickered.

"Shut it." Seonghwa glared.

"So with these outfits, there are the hair colours that we are proposing to the members for them to choose." She showed the different options.

"Hmm..." You hummed to yourself softly, deep in thought. You tilted your head, trying to imagine Mingi in all the proposed hair colours for him. To you, Mingi always looked good in whatever he wears. You think he would look good in any of the outfits and hair colours that the stylist team suggested.

"Producer team? You're next." CEO Kim said.

"Go ahead." Eden encouraged you to stand first. You shook your head, you were not ready to present.

"It's okay. Just go, it'll be fine." He whispered. You gulped and slowly shuffled to the front of the room. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat and plugged your laptop in.

"Walk us through it." CEO Kim told you with a little more encouragement.

"This is the progress of the songs. We are done with both title tracks and on the way to finishing the b-side tracks." You explained.

"Title track 1." You began to play the songs for everyone. Even if it was a team effort, you still felt stressed knowing that you would have to accept everyone's scrutiny on behalf of the producers.

"Next song." CEO Kim directed and you bowed, playing the next song for the room.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Mingi seemed to feel your nervousness, watching how emotionless the CEO's face was as he listened to the songs that you played. He wasn't even up there but he felt his stomach churning from the nerves.

"It's good. Good job, Indigo." The CEO nodded his head when the final song finished playing. You let out a sigh of relief before you bowed deeply.

"Everyone, for those that don't know, this is Indigo's first time working with us and I would like to commend her on what a great job she's been doing. She's been surpassing expectations." He added.

"Thank you for your kind words, sir." You bowed again, your mask hiding your heated cheeks.

"Yay. Go, Indigo." The Ateez boys softly cheered, sending you small fist pumps and encouraging smiles, making you laugh.

"Eden, anything to add?" CEO Kim turned to the head producer. Eden nodded and stood up, giving more detailed updates on the progress from the other producers.

"Good work, producers. I'm happy to hear that the songs are coming along well. Thank you for working with the other Ateez members to involve them in the production process. Lastly, we have the finance team with the budget." CEO Kim waved for the next speaker. You and Eden bowed before returning to your seats.

"I told you, you could do it. There's nothing to be worried about, our work is good." Eden whispered.

"If you had told me I would be the one presenting earlier, I would have prepared more to explain about the songs." You complained.

"If I had told you earlier, you would be a nervous wreck, worried about presenting to our CEO. See? You didn't need preparation and he still complimented you." He said.

"Fine." You couldn't argue with that.

You didn't know much about finance, budgets and numbers so you didn't really pay much attention to the presentation.

"Thank you everyone for coming and preparing material to present. I'm glad we are progressing well for this comeback. Boys, it's all up to you now to deliver the hard work." The CEO said. The Ateez boys stood up and bowed.

"Thank you for all the hardwork that everyone has been putting into our comeback, we'll continue to work hard and not disappoint any of you." Hongjoong said and the others nodded in agreement.

"What disappoint? All of you don't disappoint, you always give it your all." The stylist director said.

"Agreed, it's a collective effort of everyone to ensure success." Eden added.

"Thank you." Everyone bowed to the CEO as he left with his assistant. The remaining people bowed to each other as they all packed up their things and left.

"You were amazing!" San lifted you up and spun you around.

"San!" You squealed, hitting his shoulder for him to put you down. You didn't want anyone to start gossiping after seeing that.

"You did good. The CEO really likes you, he doesn't compliment people openly that much." Mingi patted your head with a soft smile. You smiled up at him, giving him a friendly hug. You so badly wanted to give him a kiss and ask him to hold you to calm your nerves but you knew where you were now.

"Thank you." You giggled.

"Indigo, let's go meet the others to update them." Eden called for you and you left the boys to go with him back to the studio. There was a box outside Eden's office.

"Fan mail?" You teased. Eden rolled his eyes but smiled. He bent down to read the tag.

"It's actually addressed to you. The reception must have delivered it wrongly. Let me go get you a box cutter." Eden chuckled. You tilted your head and bent down.

'To: Indigo'

Indeed, it was your name on the box. There was no return address or sender name. Eden handed you the box cutter from his studio.

"Indigo, wait." He suddenly stopped you. Your hands froze, the cold seriousness in Eden's voice made you freeze.

"Don't open it. I'm calling security. Move back." Eden said. You dropped the box cutter and scooted back as told. You went to Eden, who was on the phone. But his words were drowned out when you saw what he saw.

What looked to be blood was seeping out the corner of the box. You completely missed it since it was the corner facing away from you. Eden's free hand wrapped around you to comfort you.

"W-What is that?"

"I don't know. We're not going to find out. Security is on their way." Eden rubbed your back to comfort you.

"Sit." Eden brought you into his studio and sat you down on his chair while he went out. But with the door ajar, you could hear a little of the conversation outside.

"This is horrible... Get rid of it. Now." Eden ordered.

"But sir, the note-"

"I don't care about the dumb note! When I say get rid of it, I mean get rid of everything!" He yelled, making you flinch.

"And you guys better be scanning through all the packages that come in through the front thoroughly from now on. This kind of package shouldn't have made it past security, whether it is for idols or not. Someone could have been seriously injured if it was someone else." Eden scolded.

"Doesn't mean there are no idols on this floor means that there can't still be a threat. No more bringing packages up to the producer floor. Everything is to be left downstairs." He commanded.

"Yes, sir." The security replied. Eden entered and you lifted your head to look at him. He took another chair to sit down opposite you.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded your head glumly, staring at the ground in front of you.

"Indigo, have you ever got something like this before?" Eden asked with a much gentler, softer tone. He was worried that you were now fragile.

"No..."

"But?" He prompted, knowing you had more to say.

"I've been receiving threats... In my emails and on online platforms, even my ghost server, that's why I closed it temporarily... And a few weeks ago, someone followed me home from the convenience store." You gulped.

"And you've been dealing with all this on your own? Why would you not say anything? We can help you!" Eden's eyes widened in shock as he heard you list the incidents.

"I can't... Because I think the threat has to do with me and Mingi... And the boys are busy preparing for their comeback, I don't want to give them another thing to worry about, especially Mingi..."

"But you still shouldn't keep this to yourself..." Eden sighed. he reached out to hold your clamy hand.

"Seonghwa and Jongho knows. Jongho guessed something was wrong and Seonghwa accidentally saw one of the emails." You said.

"Mingi doesn't know any of this? Nothing at all."

"No, I can't tell him. Please don't tell him, Eden... Or any of the others... Mingi has been dealing with enough and I don't want to add to that with my issues." You chewed on your bottom lip, tears suddenly blurring your vision. Eden grabbed the tissue box and handed it to you.

"Indigo... You shouldn't be keeping all this to yourself and dealing with it on your own. I'm sure Mingi would feel even worse he if he knew you were keeping this from him..." He said.

"I know but he's going to think that this is his fault. I don't want him to think that when it isn't." Your lip quivered.

"What should I do, Eden? I'm fine with me receiving all the hate but I don't want Mingi or anyone else to get hurt." You asked.

"Silly girl, you're still worried about others even when things like this have happened. Think about your safety too. This is not a small matter." He patted your head.

"I won't tell Mingi. But we will need to do something to protect you more. Even if you're only here for a short contract, you're still considered a KQ employee no matter what and we won't let anything happen to you." He promised.

"Thank you."

"We will implement more security here. I'm more worried now that someone tried to follow you home. It means they have triangulated a plausible location that you're staying at." He frowned.

"Is there someone you can stay with temporarily? Just to have someone around to make sure you're safe." He asked.

"Not anyone close enough. I've been living independently from a young age." You shook your head.

"Let me see if I can get you a house in the same apartment building as the boys. At least the company knows that the security there is good enough to let them live there." He said.

"Okay. I'll just tell the boys my lease was up and KQ offered me an apartment in their building. But please, Eden. I don't want too many people knowing about this. Word gets around too quickly and I don't want to lose anymore control of this situation." You begged. Eden looked at you, he didn't want to agree.

"Fine. But if things get worse, I'm going to implement more safety measures, even if it means telling Mingi. I'm not going to mess around with anyone's safety."

"I understand. Thankfully, so far, this person has only expressed harm towards me and not Mingi." You said in relief.

"Don't just think about the safety of everyone else that you forget your own, Indigo." He frowned.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, Eden." You felt bad for always hiding things from him.

"Pabo, what are you apologising for?" He smiled softly. After a while, you headed back to your studio. You saw Mingi inside, sitting in your chair, waiting for you.

"There you are, baby." There was his familiar smile. He stood up and went over to you, engulfing you in a big bear hug.

"Sorry, I was talking to Eden about-"

"It's okay." He whispered, tilting your head up to plant his lips against yours. Oh, how you've missed Mingi so much. You missed everything about him, his warmth, his scent, the way his fingers laced and rested on your lower back when he hugged you.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea." He pressed his forehead against yours. You felt your eyes watering as you cupped his cheeks to look at him.

"I missed you too." You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

"Aww, baby. Don't cry." He stroked the back of your head, chuckling.

"You're doing so well here, I'm so proud of you." Mingi leaned down to shower your head in kisses. You looked up at him, gently yanking him down to kiss him again. You just missed him so much.

"My beautiful baby." He tucked your hair behind your ear. You sat on his lap on the couch.

"How did you sneak away?" You asked.

"I told Hongjoong hyung I deserve a prize for working so hard the past few weeks so he let me come." He laughed. You slapped his chest for calling you a 'prize'.

"As much as I love the fans and can't wait for them to see this comeback, I really wish time would slow down or stop just for a while. So I can be with you and continue to hold you like this without having to leave you for practice, you know, like a normal couple." Mingi sighed. You hummed in agreement.

"But if we didn't have our jobs, we wouldn't have met, Mings. Every relationship has its sacrifices. This is ours." You reasoned.

"You're right. I'd rather deal with the sacrifices than to not have met you, baby." He stroked your cheek.

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destiny-fics · 2 years

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Epilogue: Any Card-Ateez OT8

[Demon!Ateez x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: Suggestive content, talk of drugs/being drugged even though it never actually happened, memory loss, pet names: princess, angel, sex demon!Ateez

Taglist: @breezy-simp @treasure-hwa @vitrealislux @bucky-thorin-winchester @scuzmunkie @hoohoohope @knucklesdeepmingi @fairygirl18 @giulianacelestino @craxy-person @sweetsojudreams @mork-ly @woahitsguin @wtfjongseong @justsomerandomfang1rl

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It had been just over two years since what you and Eric dubbed "the incident."

The incident in this case had been that you and Eric had stumbled into a strange woman's tent at the carnival, got drugged and now had absolutely no memory of the few months which followed. In the time that you now could remember, Eric had begun dating one of his friends, Felix, who had fit very nicely into your little group of friends and had become one of the most important people in your life. You'd also gone on a couple of dates with people, the most recent and most successful being one of Felix's friends, Changbin. He was extremely sweet and gentlemanly and knew how to treat you well, both outside and inside his bedroom. You were just friends with benefits but honestly you were okay with that. Both you and Changbin were happy with your arrangement as it was and you neither of you wanted that to change.

"Come on y/n! Hurry up," Eric called, making you poke your tongue out at him behind his back.

"I didn't even want to come here Eric," you whined, grabbing Changbin's hand so the two of you could catch up to Eric and Felix. "Remeber what happened last time we went to this carnival?"

"We got drugged, yes, but we won't go into any creepy tents this time, we'll be fine."

"Will we?" You sounded exasperated and it make Changbin lean down to kiss your head in comfort.

"Course we will. We've got big, strong boyfriends now don't we?"

You and Changbin shared a look as you caught up to Eric and Felix. "One. Changbin's not my boyfriend. Two, I wouldn't exactly count Felix as big and strong." Felix spluttered and it made both you and Changbin giggle.

Eric scoffed, rolling his eyes, "fine, you've got a big, strong, friend with benefits to keep us safe."

"Exactly," Changbin nodded. "I'll keep all three of you safe."

You smiled and squeezed his hand, your other one coming up to play with the gold heart shaped locket hanging around your neck. You didn't remember buying it, assuming it happened in the stretch of time you couldn't remember, but something about it had compelled you to wear it every single day.

Having it around your neck made you feel safe, like there was a guardian angel watching over you every time you put it on.

"She has a boyfriend," Wooyoung grumbled, placing the tray of food harshly onto the stainless steel table the eight demons had claimed as their own for that day at the carnival. He looked at Hongjoong and sank into the empty chair in between Yunho and Seonghwa, "She's wearing your fucking locket and she has a boyfriend."

"It's been two years Woo," Hongjoong sighed, looking over to the table where you were sitting with Eric and two other men Hongjoong didn't recognise. He knew the blonde one kissing Eric's cheek had to be Felix, but he'd never seen the other man before. "Besides, she doesn't remember us, we can't expect her to not get in a relationship." It didn't mean it didn't hurt any less though.

"He's not her boyfriend," Yeosang hummed, beginning to munch on some of the fries Wooyoung brought over. Seven heads snapped towards him and he froze, eyes wide. "What?"

"How do you know that?" Yunho asked the question they were all wondering and Yesoang shrugged.

"I heard her say to Eric that he was just her friend with benefits."

"That's not exactly better," Wooyoung grumbled.

"I mean," Seonghwa hummed "It means she's still available. We can go flirt with her, get this love story rolling."

Wooyoung perked up at that and it made Seonghwa laugh. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair, "Wish me luck then."

"You're going over there now?' Jonhgo raised an eyebrow.

"Uh yeah, if things go well I might even share her number with you all."

"Wooyoung," Hongjoong warned, hand coming up to rest right above Wooyoung's ass. He squeaked, feeling his pants tighten.

"Sorry. If things go well I will share her number with you all, given her permission, of course."

"Good boy," Seonghwa purred, "off you go then."

Wooyoung now had to adjust his pants before he walked over to see you, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of you.

"Don't look now, but eight really fucking hot guys are looking at you y/n," Changbin hummed, motioning his head in the direction of some tables behind you. Felix and Eric both looked where Changbin was motioning too, their mouths falling open.

"Holy shit," Eric began to fan himself, "Felix, babe, don't be offended but I'd drop to my knees for any of them."

"I'm absolutely not offended because I would do the same. Fucking hell."

"What? How hot are they? I can't turn around now, they'll think I'm weird."

"All I'm saying is if you told me you didn't want to fuck me anymore because you were fucking one of them I'd absolutely let you and then ask you to ask if any of the others were into gym bros," Changbin was deathly serious when he spoke and you almost had to laugh.

Eric hit Felix's arm, "Oh my god one of them is coming over here, act normal guys."

The four of you scrambled to look like you hadn't just been talking about how sexy these men were before whoever it was that was coming over, was coming over.

"Hi," a raspy voice sounded behind you and you turned in your chair to come face to face with quite possibly one of the sexiest men you'd ever seen.

You cleared your throat, "Hi...um hi."

He chuckled and stuck out his hand "I'm Wooyoung."

You shook his hand, trying not to think about how nice his hand felt in yours, "y/n."

"Y/n," he practically purred your name and holy shit you were sure you were going to faint, "pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Thank you, this is uh Eric, Felix and Changbin."

"Nice to meet you guys," Wooyoung grinned, pushing his hair back with one hand. Eric swore behind you and your breath hitched. "You uh," he chuckled "you guys wouldn't happen to want to join my boyfriends and I would you?" He nodded over to the other seven men who waved, "we just uh...think you're really pretty."

Felix let out a small, shocked "boyfriends??" And Changbin grinned, nodding, "she'd love to."

Wooyoung's grin widened "Yeah?"

You nodded, "Yeah. I'd like that." There was something extremely familiar about Wooyoung and his boyfriends, but you just couldn't place what it was.

Changbin nudged you, whispering in your ear, "We'll be close by if you need anything. Go get some dick."

You felt your cheeks grow hot and took Wooyoung's outstretched hand, letting him lead you over to where the other seven men were sitting.

"Everyone, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi and Jongho," each man waved to you as their name was said, you waving back in turn.

"Nice to meet you guys."

"Nice to meet you too angel," San purred, stretching out his hand to lead you to sit on his lap. You looked over to see Changbin, Felix and Eric giving you very enthusiastic thumbs up and you giggled before settling into San's lap.

"That's a beautiful necklace princess," Hongjoong purred, voice deep and raspy. These men seemed to constantly have their sex voices on and it was affecting you much more than you cared to admit.

"Thank you, I don't remember where I got it."

"Yeah? That's a shame, wasn't an ex or anything was it?"

Now thay you were thinking about it, it definitely could have been an ex, you just couldn't remember who. "I mean, maybe?"

"We can get you a new one then," Mingi hummed, big hand coming to caress your thigh.

You tilted your head adorably and you could have sworn you saw Wooyoung move to adjust his pants "Oh?"

"We'll take you on a date first," Seonghwa hummed. "If you'd like to go on one of course."

You nodded almost too quickly and it made the men chuckle, "I'd like that."

"Good," Hongjoong smiled and you felt something warm and familiar bloom in your chest, prompting you to melt in San's arms.

"Good," you repeated back and you meant it. There was something so familiar and safe about these men. Something you'd never felt around anyone who wasn't Changbin, Felix or Eric before. But there was more to the feeling blooming in your chest at the thought of going on a date with these men, getting to know them.

And maybe even falling in love with them.

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eviebyme · 1 year

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According to their charts & your intuition, which ATEEZ members MTL wouldn’t mind dating a foreigner?

*Im sorry this was in my drafts for soo long, thank you for your patience💕*

Ateez mtl to date a foreigner

Most

Seonghwa

Yesoang

Wooyoung

Yunho

Mingi

Jongho

San

Hongjoong

Least

Seonghwa loves to learn about other cultures, which would make dating a foreigner very appealing. He will watch everything they do in awe. If they speak another language, he will enjoy the challenge of studying their native language to communicate better. I can also see him wanting an "international" family and exposing his children to different parts of the world when they are young. Yeosang purely makes decisions with his heart, and there's no telling who he may fall for. Language and cultural barriers will not stop his love and he will do anything to nuture a relationship with the one he cares for. He may not have the intention to date a foreigner, but if he ends up in a relationship with one - he's 100% commited.

Wooyoung would totally date a foreigner - but committing to a longterm relationship is another story. He can be a playboy but tends to be very traditional when it comes to long term dating. He knows he’ll get married someday, but for now he’s just having fun. I can see Yunho as being the same. They’ll talk or causally date anyone, but a long term relationship - no thank you. They’re enjoying the bachelor life at the moment.

Mingi and Jongho may higly consider dating a foreigner, but may be reluctant. They’re not cautious because of any cultural barriers, they’re just shy. They may seem outgoing, but when it comes to love they are very apprehensive. I can see Mingi being attracted to a foreigner but talk himself out of pursuing them out of fear that it wouldn’t work. Jongho falls in love several times a week but never makes a move. He’s single because he’s currently admiring from afar.

San likes to stick with what he knows and what he’s comfortable with. Not saying that he wouldn’t be willing to date a foreigner if he had feelings for them, but he tends to not venture too far out of his comfort zone. It would be difficult for him to open himself up to someone when there is a language barrier. Hongjoong is forever single guys 😂. Just kidding, but he is very introverted and will have difficulty opening to anyone. I put him last only for this reason. From his chart I assume that it is difficult for him to enter a serious relationship, so the fact that there could be language/culture barriers would make getting to know someone 100x harder for him and he needs to know someone very well to date them.

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#ateez #hongjoong #seongwha #yeosang #woo young #yunho #mingi #jongho #San #ateez imagines #ateez reactions

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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Yesoang angst 15 (so, I’m not allowed to be upset that he’s hanging all over you?) + suggestive 86 (If you want it so bad, you’ll have to work for it.)

Yeosang + Angst -I... this is all angst... I'm so sorry-

(So, I'm not allowed to be upset that he's hanging all over you? + If you want it so bad, you'll have to work for it.)

The alcohol in your system has relaxed you almost too much. Your eyelids are heavy, your body sways slightly, and your lips are starting to tingle. Recognizing you're about to be at your limit, you grab water from a waiter walking by and immediately chug some of it.

A friend of your family, Daniel, comes to you with two more cups of alcohol. You shake your head as he tries to give you another drink. You don't need any more alcohol. What you need is your boyfriend and some water. Speaking of… Where is your boyfriend?

Your eyes search the room, but you can't find him on your first or second pass. Lips pulling into a frown, you wonder where he is until Daniel grabs you by the arm to get your attention.

"What are you looking for?"

"My boyfriend," you murmur.

His face scrunches up in confusion like he forgot you had one of those. "Boyfriend?"

"Yeosang? You met him earlier." Your voice becomes weary and you're suddenly tired from all of the alcohol.

"I'm sure he's fine," Daniel says with a wave. It bothers you how dismissive he is about it, so you walk away.

Daniel follows you for a little bit, asking where you're going. When you tell him you're going to find Yeosang, he rolls his eyes. Thankfully, he stops following you and you can focus on your search.

Your eyes scan all of the tables and the people dancing, and then move to the people along the walls. Not seeing Yeosang anywhere, you leave the ballroom and go out to the hallway. There, you find Yeosang leaning against the wall.

He looks over when you approach him and raises a brow. "Finally figured out I was gone? Only took you about 20 minutes."

The bitterness in his voice causes your stomach to turn. You come to a stop next to him and ask, "What's wrong?"

"Are you really asking that? Are you that dense?"

Now that you're paying attention, the anger is clear. You can see it on his face, in the tensing of his body, and hear it in his voice. Immediately knowing you have to do damage control, you say, "I'm sorry. I was just catching up with an old friend."

"Right," he scoffs. "That's all that was happening."

"It was," you frown.

"Is there something between the two of you?"

You jerk back at the accusation and find yourself going into defense mode. "Excuse me? We're just friends like I said. Geez, get a grip."

The moment it leaves your mouth, you know you shouldn't have said it. Yeosang raises his eyebrows and the anger that was present in him now triples.

"So, I'm not allowed to be upset that he's hanging all over you?" He explodes. "What am I even doing here? Why am I here just so you can ignore me and hang out with some douchebag?"

"Yeosang," you put your hands out to try and calm him. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. If someone was hanging all over you, I'd be just as pissed off. I just wanted you to know that you have anything to worry about."

Some of his anger drains away, but you can tell he's still bothered. "Your intentions and his intentions might not be the same, and I'm not gonna stick around if someone I care about just lets people behave like that."

His words cause you to panic, and you realize you've pushed him further than you ever wanted to. "Yeo… How do I fix this? How do I make it right?"

He stares at you carefully. "Our relationship? If you want it so bad, you'll have to work for it."

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 11 months

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I feel like you'd know better than me lol has every member of Stray Kids changed to a Samsung phone??? I have a Fake Texts WIP and I still have Chans texts in blue and I'm wondering if I need to change them lol. And on that note, do you know who in Ateez has Samsungs? I thought I read Yesoang did, but I'm not sure 🤔

Hi !!! As far as I know every member of Stray Kids has switched to Samsung. As for Ateez, I'm still trying to figure that out myself 😭

If anyone knows what phones Ateez has please let us know 😭😭😭

#ask

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misswoozi · 2 years

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Can you rank Ateez on how likely they are to have sex in public 🎮

Wooyoung

Hongjoong

Yesoang

Mingi

Yunho

Seonghwa

Jongho

San

#thank you!!#ateez smut #short ask #xbox anon

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kyungsoosus · 2 years

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‘Don’t Stop’ MV Behind

#ateezedit #atzsource #ateez #yunho #mingi #yesoang #gif #ateezgif #yunhogif #mv behind #don't stop

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moonstardust82 · 2 years

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Park Seonghwa had a secret; he was a mage.

Kim Hongjoong had a problem; he needed a mage to join his pirate crew and journey with him to a lost island that might or might not exist.

When chance brings these two individuals together, it seems like an act of the heavens. After all, the universe works in mysterious ways. However, there are dangers lurking in the shadows and hidden truths that must be revealed before the journey’s end. Join the crew for a tale of magic, adventures, lost treasures and a love that defies the odds.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #the boyz #the boyz fanfic #seongjoong #woosan #archive of our own #hongjoong #seonghwa #mingi #wooyoung #san #yesoang #yunho #jongho

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teezmie · 2 years

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Nobody asks, but this genre of Yeosang gives off a Jasper Hale vibes from Twilight...I mean, they're both mysterious and quiet.

#𓍯 rants by mie☕#no but really #yeosang do be giving me the Jasper vibes here #ateez yeosang #yesoang #kang yeosang #ateez #mie talks

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worlds-shortest-astronaut · 3 years

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Ateez said: emo-goth-pirate rights

#ateez walked on like emo-goth-pirates were sexy #and you know what #they were RIGHT #due to personal reasons...i will be passing away #ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yesoang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

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mingtinys · 11 months

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Silent Cry

pairing : jung wooyoung x gn!reader

angst , hurt / comfort , a lil fluff if u squint

warnings : language , themes of depression and isolation , nudity (not explicit or detailed) , just heavy content in general

word count : 3.5 k

requested ? no

a/n : this one has been sitting in the drafts for quite some time as i just never felt good enough about posting it as it's a little different from what i usually write about . but i did promise a wooyoung fic , so here it is !! (and yes , this fic was slightly inspired by the skz song)

It's not often you find yourself angry beyond reason, in fact, you'd like to think yourself a rather patient individual. But at the end of the day, a rather shitty one at that, there's only so much you can excuse or find reason with. Only so much silence and disrespect you can take before something inside you snaps and pushes down the logical side of your brain that's desperately trying to convince you "there's gotta be a good reason, Wooyoung would never purposely ignore you." Bullshit.

If he didn't want to go out tonight? Fine. That's not your issue. But standing you up without, at the very least, a courtesy call? You've wracked your brain all day, and there's just not much you can think of to justify the utter embarrassment and betrayal he put you through tonight. So you let your rage carry you the entire thirty-minute walk from your usual restaurant to the dorms and wait to be let in.

Not that there was much to begin with, your expectations having been severely degraded for the night, but the last twinge of hope you'd allowed to fester dies when your aggressive knocks on the KQ dorms summon San in leu of Wooyoung. He looks startled, but moreover just exhausted. "Y/N," He breathes out a greeting, quickly waving you inside. You don't quite pick up on it at first, but he sounds almost relieved to see you.

"Is he here?" You ask immediately, stepping into the empty area of the living room, between the TV stand and L–shaped couch. Yunho and Yeosang are there too, they peer at you through solemn eyes and let out their own sighs, matching San.

Yeosang rubs at his face, pulling the skin as he drags his palms down until they slip from his jaw and land in his lap. "Wooyoung? He's in his room."

You scoff, "That asshole–"

It's Yunho who moves first, standing and catching your arm before you can storm off to confront the object of your frustration. "Woah, wait, what's going on?" It takes everything in you not to yank your arm from his gasp. You're mad at Wooyoung, not Yunho, you remind yourself.

"He's been ignoring me for the past three days and now he's missed our date night." You explain with a huff. Yunho drops your arm and looks between San and Yesoang. Their glances are far too knowing and not enough explaining, it irks you even further.

"What? Am I missing something here?"

Your impatience prompts another glance between the three boys before San finally elects himself to speak. "He won't really talk to us either," San frowns. "He's been acting kind of . . . weird."

"We got snapped at when we tried to offer grabbing dinner together earlier." Though Yeosang sounds just about as annoyed as you, there's something more behind his eyes that sends a pang through your heart. Worry? Helplessness? Guilt, perhaps? You try not to read too much into it.

"Well, he doesn't get to be an asshole about it."

"I agree," The group nods at your statement. "But listen, don't be too hard on him, alright? I don't think he's feeling too great." Yunho chooses his words with surgical-like precision. The phrase "I don't think he's feeling too great" sticks in your mind and leaves a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue.

"Noted." With that, you turn on your heels and start down the hall to Wooyoung's room, no one intervenes or follows this time.

You rasp three times on the wooden door with your knuckles, and thrice more when your first attempt yields no response. It's just silence, and after an internal debate between impatience and hesitancy, you reach for the knob and twist.

The door only opens but a few inches when a loud huff resonates through the pitch-black room. "I told you guys to leave me alone," Wooyoung croaks, his voice raspy and raw.

You ignore his request and allow yourself in anyways, shutting the door behind you and enveloping the room in near darkness. The poor lighting situation unfortunately doesn't do much in terms of masking the clutter you're faced with upon second glance. Various piles of clothes are haphazardly strewn about, making the room feel more like a maze than a habitable environment. Open and unfinished food containers cast a rather unpleasant aroma that clings to your olfactory senses and causes your nose to scrunch up involuntarily.

Wooyoung himself lays in bed, wrapped in a thick cocoon of blankets with his back turned to the door. A faint glow highlights the portions of his face visible to you and you can just barely pick up on a popular TikTok audio playing on a loop over the hum of the A/C unit.

You stop a few feet from him. "Oh, so your phone is working. Good to know."

Wooyoung's head whips around with lightning speed, eyes blown wide with surprise. "Y/N? Why are you here?"

You roll your eyes at his incredulous expression. "Do you have any idea what day it is?"

He thinks for a moment, hazy eyes scanning the room, and then you. He blinks once, twice, a third time. "Thursday?"

"It's Saturday, Wooyoung."

"Oh."

He visibly deflates, sinking further into the safety of his blanket and flipping back to his side, leaving you to spill your grievances to the back of his head. "Is that all you have to say? I waited alone for you to show up for nearly two hours, and all you have to say is 'oh.'?"

"I'm sorry." He doesn't sound it. "I'm not really sure what else you want me to say."

Your fists ball up at your sides with how apathetic he is. It's just so unlike him, giving you the cold shoulder as opposed to greeting you with eager kisses and excited giggles. A knot ties itself tightly in your gut and twists uncomfortably. You uncurl your fingers and wriggle them, trying to release the built-up tension. Forcing a calmness into your voice that honestly, you aren't sure how you manage, you speak.

"Woo, why are you being like this?" You cross your arms over your chest, preparing to protect yourself from another very likely short response from your boyfriend. "You could have at least told me you weren't coming, or texted to let me know you were okay. . ."

He huffs again. "Fine. I'm sorry I flaked. I'm an asshole, I get it. Now please leave, I'm not in the mood."

It should make you even angrier. His complete disregard for how he's talking to you, the careless attitude he uses to cover up whatever he's actually feeling. But you've known Wooyoung for too long, and something must be seriously wrong for him to behave how he is. The knot in your stomach coils even tighter and stretches into your chest, constricting your airways. You're starting to understand why Yeosang looked so worried.

You manage to suck down a deep breath that allows your prior frustration to dissipate just enough so you can keep a cool head, even if he can't. You choose your next words carefully, dropping your voice down to a patient whisper.

"I don't wanna leave without knowing you're okay, but if you say you are . . . then I'll believe you, I won't pry any further."

The room descends into an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the increasingly rapid and jagged breathing of the boy in front of you. Something halfway between a choked sob and hiccup bubbles up from the confines of his throat. The uncharacteristic sound is worse than anything you've heard pass through his lips before. It nearly splits your heart right down the middle.

"Baby," you coax. "Tell me what you need and I'll do what I can." You take a seat on the edge of his bed, and rest your palm where his shoulder is just beneath the blanket, lightly squeezing to try and initiate some form of comfort.

Wooyoung crumbles all too quickly for what your heart can handle. He shrinks even further as he curls into a loose ball. One hand shoots out from under his fortress to grip yours that rests on his shoulder. He cradles your hand against his chest, holding on the way a frightened child would. Cry after cry tumbles from his lips in a wretched sound, something akin to that of shattering glass on cold tile.

"I don't know," he gasps out. "I don't fucking know!"

"Okay, okay," you coo, using your free hand to repeatedly comb through strands of his messy, unwashed hair. "It's okay." You aren't sure what to say, and you're terrified you'll say the wrong thing, so you opt for nothing at all. You simply let Wooyoung cry, trusting that eventually, he'll let you know what he needs, even if it's just the rest of the night alone.

You aren't sure how long the two of you sit in silence or when Wooyoung's sobs finally begin to taper out to sniffles. Though what he says next sends your heart plummeting to your stomach and snags the air from your lungs.

"I just wanna be good enough." He confesses.

Your fingers freeze in his hair as you try to process some type of response, but the best you can get out is "What do you mean?"

"I just. . . I just feel— like shit. Like a shit friend, a shit boyfriend, a shit idol, a shit person. I feel disgusting."

Realistically, you know there's nothing in the world you can say in this moment to relieve the anguish he feels. You can let praise after praise for him fall from your lips, but they'd never reach his ears. Not when he's already convinced himself he isn't worthy of them. But that doesn't stop you from wanting to at least try. Even if it only relieves a fraction of what he feels. And you think maybe if you can't heal his mind, you can at least make sure he's physically okay.

You give his hand that's still clutching yours to his chest a squeeze. "Why don't we make something to eat, hm? You must be hungry?" But he shakes his head.

"Some tea then? Water?" He shakes his head again.

"Baby, you gotta do something to take care of yourself."

Wooyoung lets out a shaky sigh, "I don't want them to see me, not like this." You piece together he must be talking about his members. Which means no venturing out to the kitchen for food or drinks.

"Okay, maybe a bath then?"

He thinks for a moment, but surprises you when he, albeit reluctantly, agrees. Maybe he's caught on that you won't be giving up until he does at least something. Maybe he's just trying to appease you so you'll stop pestering him. Or maybe he just genuinely wants to. Whatever the reason, you're happy for it.

You slip your hand from his grasp and whisper that you'll get the water started and for him to take all the time he needs. When the tub fills and bubbles form from the bath solution you poured in, you come back to find him unraveled from his nest of blankets and sitting on the edge of his bed. You smooth his hair back and he looks up at you with sad eyes.

"It's ready whenever you are. I'll give you some time to get undressed and settle in, okay?"

The way he nods is robotic and the glassy and distant reflection in his eyes drives daggers through your heart. You wonder if he even heard you, but then he meekly rises to his feet, rubbing at stiff joints on the way up. He disappears to the bathroom moments before two knocks resonate from the wooden door.

You open it by just a crack, fully preparing to shoo off whoever it is as per Wooyoung's wishes. But when you're met face to face with a disheveled red-eyed Yeosang, you don't have the heart to tell him to go away. So you take a quick peek to make sure Wooyoung is shut away in the bathroom before opening his door the rest of the way.

Yeosang peaks around the dim room. "Is Wooyoung okay?" He whispers.

You offer up as good of a smile as you can despite the circumstances. You're not sure you've ever seen Yeosang so concerned. "He will be," you assure. The blond boy in front of you nods and mumbles out his own affirmations of Wooyoung's well-being.

"Uh, I know he probably doesn't want the extra attention right now, but could you give him this for me?" Yeosang extends a water bottle and two bags of snacks for you to take. "Oh– and San asked me to give this as well." He untucks what looks like a stuffed dog from under his arm and hands it to you as well with the utmost care. "Shiber is his favorite, but San said he thinks Wooyoung needs him more tonight."

"I'll let him know," you speak softly and Yeosang nods, but doesn't leave. He just stands there, nervously looking around and shifting from side to side. "Are you okay?" You ask.

"He scares me when he's like this."

"It's happened before?"

Yeosang nods. "Not a lot, but sometimes he just gets too caught up in his own head and shuts everyone out. I know he'll be fine, he always is . . . But he's my best friend, you know? It hurts."

You nod, understanding exactly what he means. It's hard, watching someone you love struggle and not knowing how to help them. "Yeah, I know. If it's any solace, he did get out of bed." You check over your shoulder to make sure Wooyoung hasn't reappeared. "Hopefully washing up makes him feel a little better."

The information causes a sad smile to lift the corners of Yeosang's lips. "Thank you for taking care of him."

"I'll try to keep you updated or let you know if he needs anything."

Yeosang nods, "Please do."

The two of you say your goodbyes and you shut the door back as softly as possible before setting the items Yeosang brought on his bed and returning to the door of the bathroom. You knock a few times, making sure it's okay that you enter, to which you only receive a half-hearted hum as permission. You peer in and see the tub still remains untouched. Frowning, you step fully inside to find Wooyoung stood in front of his sink mirror, seemingly lost in thought as he stares at his reflection.

His t-shirt lays discarded on the counter, leaving him shivering in just his red plaid boxers. His eyes are sad as they roam over his own figure, lips pursed in a thin line, expression one of disappointment. He takes in a deep breath, chest puffing out as it fills with air and deflates seconds later. Trembling, he wraps his arms around his torso and drops his gaze to the porcelain sink.

You take it upon yourself to slip into the space between him and the mirror, effectively blocking his ability to look even if he wanted to. You tilt your head enough to gaze at him from below, finding his eyelids squeezed shut and his jaw tensed.

Wooyoung's breath hitches when you place a gentle palm on his cheek, but he relaxes into the warmth of it twice as fast. You lift his head, thumb working to rub half circles into the damp skin.

You press a feathery kiss to the space between his eyes, and the action causes them to flutter open. "Hi, my beautiful boy." His bottom lip quivers the tiniest amount.

"C'mon, it'll get cold if we wait too long, yeah?"

He nods and tries to take one last look in the mirror, but you keep his face from turning enough to do so and he doesn't even try to fight you on it. Your hand slips from his cheek and reaches out for his, taking it and leading him over to the steaming tub.

"I'll grab some towels for when you're done." You offer, though it's more of an excuse to give him some privacy while he finishes undressing and slips in. You can only imagine how vulnerable he feels right now and it only feels right to extend that courtesy.

When you return he's fully submerged, covered by the opaque and foamy water. "I set out some shampoo and stuff earlier, but if you need anything else just call out, okay?" You say, crouching beside the tub and using the edge of it to rest your hands for balance. "Would it be okay if I cleaned up your room a bit?"

Wooyoung thinks for a moment, chewing at the inside of his cheek. "I won't if you don't want me to." You give him an out.

"Actually, um . . . Could you maybe just sit with me for a little? Please." His eyes flit back and forth between you and the still water.

"Of course," you whisper, using the tub's edge to push yourself to stand. You swiftly discard your own clothes and fold them up on the counter along with Wooyoung's. "Scoot up a bit," you instruct, and he does. Carefully, as to not splash any water, you step in and lower yourself into the warm liquid. Your back rests against the wall of the tub with Wooyoung positioned between your legs.

Taking a quarter-sized amount of shampoo in your palm, you begin lathering it into his hair and massaging his scalp. He stays silent while you work away, doing as you ask almost absent-mindedly when you guide him this way and that to rinse the products from his hair.

"Okay, lean back," you instruct one last time, guiding his head down to dip his hair in the water and cleanse it of conditioner.

"Thank you," he mumbles, turning his head a little bit to look at you. "You didn't have to do all that."

Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around his abdomen and rest your chin on his shoulder. "I didn't, but I wanted to."

"And I'm sorry for ignoring you, I'm so sor—"

"It's okay, I know." You mumble, lifting your head from its resting position just enough to press a kiss behind his ear. He relaxes slightly, and you continue. Peppering butterfly kisses down the side of his neck and to his shoulder.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, the only noise a soft buzzing emitting from the fluorescent lights above. The warm water mixed with Wooyoung's even breaths work like a lullaby and you finally allow yourself a moment to relax. Your eyelids feel heavy, the stress of today's events finally catching up with your body. You rest against Wooyoung and continue to hold him, cheek smushed against his shoulder blade.

"It's okay if you want to go, I know you're probably tired." He suddenly speaks.

You hum against his skin, "I'm not leaving, not unless you ask me to."

"I just don't want you to feel like you have to, I can handle shit like this myself."

"That's the problem, Wooyoung." You sigh, not out of frustration or anything of the sort, but because your heart hurts for him and you're running out of ways to let him know you truly do want to help. "You're not a burden. Not to me, or Yeosang, or San, or Yunho— anyone. Why didn't you just tell us? You know we're there for you no matter what."

"I didn't know how," His voice breaks. "I don't like being like this. I hate who I am right now but I can't stop it!"

Wooyoung's shoulders tremble, and you can sense another pent-up wave of emotions ready to crest. "I just want to feel okay again," he sobs and you instinctively shift back, pulling him with you to recline. He sinks into the water a bit, head under your chin and resting against your chest. You reposition your arms for him to get comfortable, wrapping them around his midsection.

The final thread he'd been hanging on to finally snaps and Wooyoung completely shatters in your arms right then and there. His wails fill the room with perhaps the most heartbreaking sounds you've had the misfortune to hear. You hold him for what feels like hours, your own silent tears streaming steadily down your cheeks.

There's absolutely nothing you can say in that moment and you hate it. You hate feeling helpless, you hate that Wooyoung ever has to feel this way, and you hate the world for being so harsh to him. It isn't fair.

You can sit there and tell him everything that will be okay and kiss him better all you want, but at the end of the day, those are just empty dreams. It's ambitious to believe you alone could piece him back together in this moment. So you do the best you can, and just hold the broken pieces of him together so that none get lost. Even if they slice your skin and leave your hands bleeding, you'll make sure to handle them with the utmost care.

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