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Roses and Blood (YunJae, Chapter 10)

Roses and Blood
Part: 10 (Chaptered)
Previous Sections: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Se7en (LEMON), Eight, Nine

Pairing: Yunho and Jaejoong

Rating: R/NC-17ish
Genre: Angst, Romance

Written for swallowtt

Separation comes at a terrible price. Reconciliation demands an even greater coin but can they...are they willing to pay it?

“Do you think I should go home?”

It was a silly question to ask, really. Min hadn’t worn clothes in over two days and putting something on his body other than a pair of Se7en’s boxers seemed unlikely. The sheets were clean. Se7en’d seen to that the last time Min found enough energy to crawl to the bathroom. When he’d come out, sparkling clean from a hot shower, the gold bedroom linens were replaced with lush chocolate-hued sheets. He’d not really paid attention to the bed linens. At the time, he’d been more focused on the lean bodied singer lying naked on top of them.

His thighs ached. Inside from being stretched apart for Se7en to plunge into him and along the front from his own exertions to pleasure his rediscovered lover. Sprawled over the bed on his back, Min discovered other aches and more importantly, what felt like a trail of bites along his spine. Turning his head to watch Se7en shaving over the bathroom sink, a burning twinge along the skin of his throat promised to be another branding mark left by Se7en’s sharp teeth.

“Do you want to go home?” Se7en met his eyes in the mirror, his razor poised to scrape away the stubble on his chin. “Are the managers going to notice you’re gone?”

“No,” Min frowned. “Mostly everyone’s concerned about the new groups coming out so they’re not paying much attention to what Yunho and I are doing. It’s not like right after the split where we couldn’t go out without them. So long as we don’t show up in the news, then it’s okay.”

“Are you still forced to live together in the dorms?”

“I’m going to move out,” Changmin murmured. Se7en wiggled his eyebrows at Min and the younger man laughed. “No, I’m not going to move in here. There’s only so much I can throw into their faces. That would be the end of me.”

“Because I’m a man?” Se7en scraped along his jaw line. “Or because I’m from another company?”

“Probably both.” Another stretch and Min relived their last lovemaking in the throb of his muscles. “I think the other company would bother them more. Unless they found out there’s only one bedroom, then there might be issues.”

Shaking loose the last of the cream from his razor, Se7en splashed water over his face to wash it clean. Patting his cheeks with a hand towel, he sauntered over to the bed and nudged his lover’s shoulder with his knee. Retaliating Changmin grabbed at him, the man’s long fingers nearly grazed Se7en’s sex beneath his cotton pants. Snagging a pinch of soft fabric, Min tugged and Se7en let himself be guided back to the edge of the bed, laughing when his lover sank his teeth into his clothed thigh.

“I can make room in the closet,” Se7en purred, climbing over Min’s body to pin him down to the mattress. Pushing his hips forward, the older man trapped Min’s sex between them, leaning over to suckle at his lover’s mouth. “I’ll build…a..” He punctuated his kiss with a dip of his tongue between Min’s lips, “Maybe a hutch or something. With a hammock. God, I’d love to have sex with you in a hammock….your fingers tightening into the weave….”

Changmin heard a burst of song coming from Se7en’s phone and sighed. Licking at the seam of his lover’s lips, he murmured, “Is that one of your dongsaeng? And can I kill him if it is?”

“No killing dongsaeng,” Se7en tsked, reaching for the phone. “I need them. They do important things like bring me coffee.”

“I can bring you coffee,” Changmin muttered darkly as Se7en rolled off of him. “I can bring you a lot more than coffee.”

The conversation was a one-sided series of grunts then a low murmuring flow of consensual sounds with a few glances towards Min. Curious, Changmin sat up and leaned into Se7en, trying to overhear the other line. He got a thwap on the nose for his inquisitiveness.

“Sure, drive them over.” The man turned slightly, grabbing Min’s ankle. “I’ll get him showered up and pretty.”

“I am always pretty,” Min scoffed. “And why do I have to get out of bed. Just… go meet them. I’ll sleep.”

“Because they’re coming here for you.” Se7en slapped Min on the rise of his naked ass. “Get up. You’ve got company coming.”


Jiyong pursed his lips in frustration, hoping when he finally lost his mind and screamed loud, he wouldn’t break his car windows.

He regretted being conned into playing chauffer, even more disgusted the task had been pawned off on him by the elder Seung Hyun. Even more regretful was that he didn’t have a roll of strong tape to mask over his passenger’s mouth. The man seemed to talk constantly, babbling or singing as Ji drove. The man behind him merely chuckled at Ji’s attempts to establish some peace and quiet, further infuriating the pounding headache he’d been nursing from drinking too much soju the night before.

Refusing to look at the men sitting in the car next to him, he wove through one of Seoul’s tight side streets and stopped at the entrance to the underground parking lot. Punching in his access numbers, he rolled up the heavily tinted window of his sports car.

“Keep an eye out for anyone who slips under the garage door,” He grumbled. “The gate hitches at the end and the building hasn’t fixed it yet.”

“Isn’t that…dangerous?” The man in the back seat murmured. He’d had his own close run-ins with people waiting near his car, lurking in the shadows to do God-knew-what when he came out of his apartment. “Anyone could get in.”

“You need another code to get the elevator to work so the manager thinks that’s good enough,” Jiyong replied. “I’m not so sure.”

“No one.” The man next to him turned around and peered out the side. “Or at least no one I can see.”

“This is such a bad idea,” Ji muttered. He stopped the car a few feet away from the gate, watching as it lowered behind him. Satisfied no one followed them through, he continued through the structure until he got to one of Se7en’s assigned spaces. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.”

“How did you get your hair that colour?” The man behind him plucked at a strand of Ji’s hair.

It felt like something crawling up the back of Ji’s head and he ducked, tugging his hair out of the man’s grasp. “Stop that. Don’t pick at me like I’m a monkey and you’re my uncle.”

“Leave him alone. He’s grumpy.” His passenger murmured. “But it is a nice colour. Is it permanent?”

“This is such a bad idea,” Ji grumbled. “Get out so I can get you upstairs and go home. I can’t believe I let Seung-ah talk me into this. Has a date, my ass. He doesn’t even drive! Is she picking him up? Oh, such a playboy that the girl has to come get him.”

He shut the door of his Bentley and waited for the other two men to climb out. Chirping on his alarm, he led them into the elevator, whisking them up to the apartment. The picking continued and Jiyong resigned himself to it for the brief ride up to the floor.

“Thanks for doing this,” One of them said softly and Ji turned, surprised at the quiet murmur.

“I don’t know what the two of you are doing…not here… not really,” He replied. “But I sure as hell wish you good luck. Now, quit touching my hair.”

The doorbell was answered promptly, flying open before the last chime faded into nothing. The tall young man who opened the door stood stock still, dressed only in a pair of cotton drawstring pants and a towel covering his wet hair. Mouth gaped open, he stared down at the two men standing behind Jiyong.

Gulping, Min scowled and drew himself up to his full height, an intimidating length of muscle and glower. “What the fucking hell are the two of you doing here?”

“We’re here to talk to you about Jaejoong and Yunho,” Junsu pushed past Ji, elbowing Min out of the way and strolled into Se7en’s apartment. Casting a quick glance over his shoulder, he motioned for Yoochun to follow. “If you’re very lucky, we might even spend some time talking about your scrawny butt.”


“He certainly doesn’t look happy to see us,” Yoochun muttered as he leaned on the kitchen counter separating the cooking area from the main living space. “Well, not like he really was ever happy about seeing us. In fact, I don’t think he’s ever been happy to see anyone.”

“He’s always happy to see me,” Se7en argued under his breath.

Se7en’s space was sleek and modern, a far cry from Yoochun’s own place. But then, the baritone thought wryly, Se7en didn’t seem to decorate his place with his mother’s cast-offs or leftovers from his members’ storage areas. It was also clear of dog hair but Yoochun couldn’t imagine living without his Harang.

One thing he definitely found he could live without was the exacting, critical lean singer currently yelling his head off at Yoochun’s lover.

“Think we should step in?” Se7en winced at a cutting remarkl Min spat at Junsu.

“Oh no.” Chun grinned in response. “Let our maknae learn what it’s like to deal with who my Junsu is now. There are a pair of fangs that go along with that black nail polish. Let’s see how Changmin likes being bitten back.”

“So you think you can just walk in here and what?” Min snarled at the smaller man. “I’d just forgive you?”

“Forgive me for what, Shim Changmin?” Junsu kept his voice low, a rumbling husky roll of words against Min’s upper ranged shouting. The blond singer took a step to the right of Min’s lanky body, forcing the man to turn slightly. Circling Min, Junsu made a slow loop around Min, making the singer choose between turning with him or twisting his head around to keep his gaze on Junsu’s placid, calm face.

Stopping to the left of Min, nearly a full circle away from where he began, Junsu cocked his head. “Perhaps I should be the one demanding an apology? Or perhaps a bit of gratitude for you finally being able to step out from under our voices so you could be heard?”

Se7en could hear his lover sputtering from across the length of the apartment, Min’s face flushing with intense anger. Only Yoochun’s hand on Se7en’s upper arm stayed him from crossing the living space and yanking Junsu away from the tempest about to be unleashed upon him and no worried look cast in the other man’s direction made him loosen the hold he had on Se7en.

The men were a stark contrast, one dark, lean and furious while the other a fey, enchanting grace. For every hot wet slice of anger spat from Min’s, Junsu met him with a cool, chilling reply, turning the scald back with an elegant rejoinder.

“Why the hell are you here then, Junsu-sshi?” Min growled, leaning over the man. He used his height to intimidate, something Se7en’d seen him do more than once. He’d seen confident men take a step back when his lover’s piercing eyes and glower pressed down on them.

Junsu merely laughed and took a step forward, edging in closer to tilt his face up until he was nearly nose to nose with the lanky singer.

“Are you trying to mad dog me? Me?” Junsu murmured, his raspy, sensual purr a mere whisper above his own breathing. “I know your tricks, jja shik. Just because I stood at the end of the line, doesn’t mean I didn’t see what you were up to.”

Min did the unthinkable.

He took a step back and inhaled, drawing his shoulders back.

Frowning, he opened his mouth then closed it again, uncertainty creeping into his features for the first time since Junsu and Yoochun crossed Se7en’s threshold. He finally broke eye contact with the shorter man, glancing over his shoulder to look towards the kitchen where his lover leaned with his elbows on the counter.

Yoochun nudged the other man as he walked by, heading towards the living room. “That is my Susu-ah.”

Handing Junsu the tumbler of iced tea he’d poured from Se7en’s fridge, Yoochun sat down on the couch and patted the cushions next to him. “Min-ah, sit down. Let’s talk.”

“Talk?” Min was incredulous. “You… fucking come in here and…”

“You’ve said that already. When you repeat yourself, you sound crazy.” Yoochun patted the couch again. “We came here to talk to you.”

“Hear them out, Minku,” Se7en came around the counter, murmuring in his lover’s ear. He snagged Min’s hand, pulling him gently to the couch. “Come on. If you don’t like what they have to say, then they leave and you don’t have to worry about it any more.”

“Worry about it?” Junsu snorted. “He’ll obsess about what he should have said hours after we leave.”

“You’re not helping, Susu,” Yoochun chided. “You sit down too.”

They were a motley collection, a string of diverse talent and temperaments clustered in pairs on Se7en’s sectional. Min shot his lover a sharp look, more of a promise for a brewing fight than anything resembling affection and Dong-Wook sighed heavily.

“Okay, talk,” Min grunted.

“We didn’t come here to argue,” Yoochun started then placed a hand on Junsu’s thigh when the other man leaned forward. “Despite what this one has said.”

“Then why come?” The singer grumbled at the two men he’d once shared a life with. “We said everything we needed to say back…then.”

“Everything said then was said under an umbrella made of lies,” Yoochun said softly. “We need to let that go, Min. We’re here to… let that go.”

“Like he let it go?” Min asked, waving his hand towards Junsu.

“You started in on me first. I was just giving it back to you,” Junsu snorted. Yoochun’s sharp elbow connected with his ribs and he winced, rubbing at the spot. “Chunnie-ah is right. We came here to talk about… moving forward. I’m sorry for… snapping at you.”

It was difficult. Changmin glared at the two men. Resentment bubbled up inside of him, fed by anger and heated arguments until they’d finally broken, fractured shards of the whole they’d been. A small part of him whispered it was too late to do anything but show them the door.

A larger part of him wanted to peel off the disdainful mask he wore to ward off affection and throw himself at the two older men, missing the odd brotherhood they’d forged over countless miles and long, painful minutes spent reaching for the stars. They’d all flown so high, too tired to do more than look up towards the sun, not noticing the brilliant inferno melting the wax holding their feather wings together.

They’d all fallen, some further than others but the freefall continued and Min wasn’t certain he’d survive when he finally hit the ground. The only hope he had for survival was the man sitting next to him. Se7en’s fingers wound through his own promised a net to catch him before his broken body smashed into the hard rocks below him.

Min only hoped the net was strong enough to hold his weight, especially considering the heft of anger he carried with him.

It was a bleak portrait of his existence, one Min needed to stop painting over with the same, dire hues. The only daub of colour he’d put on his canvas was sitting next to him, a man of glorious golds, reds and bronze. But then, Min thought bitterly, he didn’t really paint Se7en back into his life. He merely scraped off the glut of doom and grey, relieved to find the man still vibrant and loving underneath the filth Min piled on top of him.

“Okay,” Changmin murmured, sitting back. It was all he could do not to cross his arms but he knew if he did, he’d be falling into the same stubborn trap of the petulant maknae he’d been when the five of them stood together. “Talk.”

“Yunho spoke to you?” Yoochun pressed his lips together in frustration when Min nodded once. “I’m…sorry… we’re sorry about…”

“Everything,” Junsu slid in between Yoochun’s words. “We never meant… we didn’t know it would be like this. We thought it would like… some of the other groups…”

“The ones that aren’t under the same management but still are together,” Yoochun finished for him. “We didn’t… think.”

“They were never going to let you three go,” Min argued softly. “You were idiots to think that they would. The company will do anything to crush you. How could you think otherwise?”

“We did so much for them,” Junsu leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and forming a temple with his fingers. With his temper dissipated, Min saw the strain on the other man’s face and had to look away when Yoochun’s hand caressed Junsu’s lower back. “We thought maybe… they’d let us go. We’re willing to be with you…just not…”

“Them,” Yoochun said. There was a hard finality to his tone and Min nodded, remembering the exhaustion and illnesses that plagued the other three when they’d been together. “We didn’t… know. We just didn’t expect them to be so… unyielding.”

“You were a part of something magical,” Se7en spoke up.

“Something profitable.” Min grumbled. “You wanted freedom but where are you now? You can’t do anything.”

“We can,” Junsu insisted. “And we’ll do more. We’ll always do more. Nothing they do will stop us. They can’t. No one will take who we are from us…what we are…what we can do.”

“So what? You came here to tell me the company can’t win?” Changmin shook his head. “What do you think we go through? Behind the walls and the whispers? Did you three think of how it would be for us?”

“We’d hoped you’d come with us…” Chun said.

“You had to know that was impossible.” The tall singer replied. “Even if Yunho’s father wasn’t entangled in the company, his family needed the connections the Jungs made in the business. Did you forget Yunho’s father’s fall? Yunho brought the family back onto its feet. Leaving the company would destroy that and send them back into their disgrace.”

“Have you forgiven him his lies?” Junsu asked suddenly.

“It depends on what lies you think he told me,” Min replied. He wasn’t surprised to find his loyalty to Yunho rise. It was an ingrained habit, one he was loathe to give up. “I know he told Jaejoong to leave with you two. And that he asked Jaejoong to leave me with you.”

“That’s not…” Yoochun swore hotly, scorching the air with a mixture of Korean and English. “That’s not what we’d wanted.”

“It is something he would do,” Junsu remarked. “He couldn’t leave but he wouldn’t want to be left alone.”

“No one should be left alone,” Se7en murmured, squeezing Min’s hand. “Can I say something?”

“Don’t see how that’s stopped you before,” Min grumbled then yelped when Se7en’s fingers pinched his wrist.

“Please,” The tenor replied, inclining his head. “You’ve been in the middle of this but are on the outside. You should have as much to say as any of us.”

“I’ve just noticed that all of you speak of Yunho as if he is your father,” Se7en shrugged at Min’s outraged hiss. “Listen to me, Minku. You do. Possibly with the exception of Jaejoong, because that would be a relationship quandary I don’t want to consider, all of you look to Yunho as your father. It’s probably because all of you were forced to be without your families and your relationships with your fathers are distant ones, at best. Well, maybe not Junsu-ah, but still, you had no contact with a father figure during a time…a stressful time when you needed guidance.”

“So we turned to Yunho to fill that void.” Yoochun turned the thought over.

“There is a moment when a boy discovers his father is not a god but a human being, one with flaws and faults.” Se7en ran his palm over Min’s thigh, squeezing the hard corded muscles of the man’s upper leg. “He then has to choose to damn the god he knew or admire the man he came to know. All of you… are at that crossroads. You’ve discovered the man behind the god you set up as your father. Perhaps it is time you got to know that Yunho, because for all of his flaws and desperate lies, he loves you… as a brother and a man.”


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Jul. 19th, 2012 09:56 pm (UTC)
kissu kissu
Jul. 19th, 2012 09:52 pm (UTC)
Jul. 19th, 2012 09:53 pm (UTC)
giggles. now to go read!
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Jul. 19th, 2012 09:52 pm (UTC)
chapter 10! yay
Jul. 19th, 2012 09:56 pm (UTC)
wish me luck :D
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Jul. 19th, 2012 10:19 pm (UTC)
*rolls in*
wow... im not going to lie i really wonder how it would be now for minsu arguing
that would definitely be something
Jul. 19th, 2012 10:34 pm (UTC)
:::hugs:: i wondered too. of them all, i think those two are the most... different? so.... ::winks:::

Jul. 19th, 2012 11:25 pm (UTC)

and LOLOLOL at GD being the assigned driver!


i am glad dongwook is there for them, for his min.
and his insight on the dynamics of the group, sometimes when you are directly involved or looking from inside out, you can be blind to certain things...

Jul. 19th, 2012 11:50 pm (UTC)
heh.... yunjae.... soon. maybe. hopefully. maybe they'll go out to get some ice cream.

aw, i'm glad you're having a good friday. heh... dongwook will be... well, interestingly wise to this situation. he hopefully will knock some sense in those three.

Jul. 20th, 2012 01:21 am (UTC)
i love this new series ^^
min D:....in real life i wonder how he and Yoochun would sit and talk...or snap at each other..i always saw them two as brothers with in the group...emotional too...but seen how you wrote Junsu as the one who changed XD im surprise and wonder how he too would act in front of min
cant wait to
Jul. 20th, 2012 01:27 am (UTC)
i have no idea how they would be.... honestly, i would want the most for them to be friends... because it would hurt too much in their own lives to have this much pain. :::nosd:::

this was... i wanted to have a bit more angst so... i'm beating them up. poor things. hopefully it will get better for them. :::hugs:::
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Jul. 20th, 2012 02:26 am (UTC)
I hadn't realized how much I fucking missed yoosumin until you put them in a room together. I srsly just cried my eyes out. I hate seeing the boys in pain, I wish this whole nightmare would end, but SM is just so butthurt they keep delaying the date. Even with the end of the lawsuit I want these boys to find eachother and TALK. Love this chapter so much <3 thank you
Jul. 20th, 2012 02:38 am (UTC)
ah, yoosumin. so much love and push me pull you, yes? i would like the end to come to this soon... well both the fic and the lawsuit :::winks::: in all of this, i hope they are able to find each other again. isn't that what's more important? aish...SM. :::grins:::

Jul. 20th, 2012 03:27 am (UTC)
A reconciliation is in the works! Just hope that Min isn't so stubborn. It helps that Se7en is a voice of reason for him.

Loving your updates. Keep them up! :)
Jul. 20th, 2012 03:36 am (UTC)
se7en is a very strong voice of reason. :::nods::: hopefully the boys will hear his reason. :::hugs: and thank you so so much.
Jul. 20th, 2012 09:41 am (UTC)
Sweet....beautiful words. Tthis last line just bring tears to my eyes. They do tend to see Yunho as unfailable....

I do love how you try to inject a little humour in such critical time. The bid about Jae was just too good LOL.
Jul. 21st, 2012 12:57 am (UTC)
heh... smooooooches. ah, yes poor yunho.. he IS flawed and human. hopefully this will be their first step! wooooot! heh.

thank you.
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Jul. 21st, 2012 01:01 am (UTC)
heh... oh yes, se7en is quite wise in this... and he has to be the reasonable one in this case. so maybe the three members can move forward with this information in their hearts.

ah, um... i don't know about korean... well somewhat. mostly i think it's because i am asian and so much of what my family is like.... we have a lot in common with korean families. so some of it is cultural habit and i have many korean friends so... it is just there. hope that helps :::hugs:::
Jul. 20th, 2012 12:20 pm (UTC)
I <3 it when JS could stand against CM... it feels like celebration..lol~ But when all of them finally sat down and talked, it's another kind of celebration. What kind, definitely the best one. Now, I'm waiting for a celebration with all 5 of them.
Jul. 21st, 2012 01:07 am (UTC)
heh heh heh.... junsu needed to show backbone and min needed to see him not as the "tenor" but as a man. :::grins::::

ahhhh..... hopefully they will reunite!
Jul. 20th, 2012 02:29 pm (UTC)
junsu is not what he was when they were still together. and now min knows that. i'm so glad that yoosu decided to reach out to min themselves to talk. they really do need to talk. harsh words and bitter feelings aside. they need to start mending themselves and talking is the first step.

sev's words had struck something in all three of them and it is true. yoochun, junsu and changmin look to yunho as a father figure in their group... putting him on a pedestal and just worshiping the ground he walked on because they really do admire him as a person, a friend, a band mate and most especially, a brother... but then things happened and the three decided to leave, with yunho telling jaejoong to go with yoosu and him telling min the lies he believed because of his selfishness... and the three had now seen that yunho, their idol, isn't a god, but a human being, just like them who is subject to emotions and selfishness and stupidity. sev's right. they've got to start realizing that yunho is also human who makes mistakes and it's time that they start to understand, or at least try to, him and start to somehow find it in themselves to forgive him...

and if they ever do, i think it will give them a chance to start over.

jaejoong on the other hand is another matter altogether.
Jul. 21st, 2012 01:10 am (UTC)
heh heh heh... well jae has.... he has other issues. and that he'll deal with.

the three others... oh yes the hardest part for them right now is to realize that yunho is fallible. he cannot be placed above them as far as being perfect. he leads because he has leadership qualities but not because he knows all. he is going to make mistakes... and they've just come around to that thinking.

hopefully, that will take them a step further.
Jul. 20th, 2012 02:58 pm (UTC)
hahaha poor ji yong.

the not so ninja (plotting) yoosu is on the move. changmin~ah, pls listen to them. just this once. i'm glad se7en's there, i'm sure he'll be of great help. =)

i love this! ♥ thank you!♥
Jul. 21st, 2012 01:12 am (UTC)
ah, min... he is so stubborn. hopefully he will listen. se7en is very wise in this. the other two...the yoosu... ah, they have never seen se7en in this light. :::grins::

smooches and thank you.
Jul. 20th, 2012 03:44 pm (UTC)
Suddenly I love this new version of Junus. He is like death himself. Cold and humorless, doesn't give a flying fuck. Am I bad to think like that about angel-su?
And GOD..... Dear God. This is so good. I love it :D
Jul. 21st, 2012 01:17 am (UTC)
no no no, it's okay. angel su sometimes can be an archangel and very avenging! RAWR! :::grins:::
Jul. 20th, 2012 07:42 pm (UTC)
Se7en's spiel at the end!!! *squeals*

Ahhhh, such much hashing out in this chapter between the three youngest.

Love the exchange between Changmin and Junsu. I can see Changmin using his height to intimidate Junsu and Junsu fighting him back. I believe that Junsu has grown more in terms of confidence and diversity through musicals etc.
Jul. 21st, 2012 02:58 am (UTC)
heh heh heh ::::hugs:::: smoooooooches. oh yes, junsu is all... NO! I will not be intimidated by you, MIN! rawr! :::grins:::
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