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Wow. Eps 16 KT is the exact opposite of Eps 9 KT. He gets comfortable stroking her hair, could have her be that close to him and feel relaxed, smiled without being drunk. And since their issues had been resolved, it all culminated into them finally being able to make love (instead of just have sex), which, in Eps 9 would not have been a good time. (Re: ST meltdown in the next 7 mins).

SEO YE JI AT BUIL FILM AWARDS 2020

She won the popular star award!🌸🖤

Congratulations to you Ko Mun Yeong, you did a great job, our beautiful fairy tale writer!🧡🦋

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Fics:

• untitled

• too much (reworked and posted on AO3 here)

• simmer

• lose

• one

• two

• three

Moodboard:

• The Glance pt.1

• The Glance pt.2

• Jaesu soliloquy

• AU - college

• AU - office

• the missing episode

• the wedding

• the question

• the count

• his on her

• his truth pt.1

• his truth pt.2

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I have no intention of throwing shade at anyone, so if someone was portrayed in a mildly bad way please know that it is only so the story could follow through with its flow. 

The usually quiet and calm cafe is filled with loud chatters of the director and the actors, the equipment causing clatter as the staff set it up. The bystanders were being briefed in one corner, the cashiers and the waiters being instructed with their cues and sequences on another. The assistants, managers and other representatives stood by the monitors, ready to jump into action when needed. 

It was basically a typical day for the PBIO cast and staff, rehearsing and filming scenes for the upcoming episodes of the drama. The day had started quite early for everyone, especially for the two main leads, who were  already on set as soon as the sun rose up. They had finished quite a few scenes, and now they were having a quick break as the staff rearranges the positioning and angling of the cameras and the mics. 

“Tired?” Soo Hyun says, standing awfully close to Yea Ji who was standing in a corner, sipping from her third cup of coffee for the day. She chuckles, taking another sip. “Just a little sleepy.” Other than the drama they were filming, she also had a few ad shoots to finish, giving her a little more than thirty minutes of sleep. With all the fatigue and the emotional deposit she had to put in for her role, along with the mild insomnia, there was pretty much a million thoughts that keep her up at night. 

“Maybe I should come over tonight? Hmm? What do you think? We can have take out for dinner, wine, and I’ll stay until you fall asleep.” He says with almost a whisper, inching a tad bit closer, his hand secretly rising up to run over the back of her arm, stopping right at the base of her elbow, gently squeezing. She smiles at the thought, turning to him with a glint in her eyes. She nods lightly, making him grin, squeezing her arm once more before he lets go of her at the sight of a staff member coming towards them. 

It has always been like that the past few months ever since filming began. Sure, a few of the staff probably knew about the truth of their status, cast members who’ve grown close to them, the director; but they were professionals. They weren’t going to blatantly hold hands every time they want to and parade their affection to the public. Work is work, and they plan to keep it that way. Their manager was already on the brink of losing it at the inevitable stares they shared and the actions that were so natural to them that it was hard to hold back when they got carried away. 

Their company was already doing a marvelous job bending their backs just to conceal and protect the privacy and secrecy of their relationship. They weren’t exactly oblivious of the fact that they give their bosses at least two skull-splitting headaches a day because of the old habits that had become so natural to them that they do it so unconsciously they forget they were so supposed to be holding back. Sometimes Yea Ji forgets not to link her arm around his when they walk together, forgetting to stop herself from fixing the creases on his shirt, to fix the strands of the hair over his forehead. Soo Hyun was getting forgetful as well. Sometimes he doesn’t remember not to inch closer to her after every scene, to ask her if she’s okay. He forgets that’s he shouldn’t keep going to her, to wipe her sweat and to carry her things. Some days were too hard not to get entranced with each other, despite being together for years, they still get drowned in the sea of each other’s orbs.

“Yea Ji, let’s rehearse the scene?” Director Park Shin Woo calls for her with a smile, motioning for her to go over to them at the table where their guest star already sat. Daniel Choi was invited to make a cameo for the episode, and they were about to film a scene of him with Moon Young and Gang Tae. Daniel stands up to greet her as she approaches them, shaking her hand, his hold lingering a little longer than normal. She walked in a room and brought light with her, brightening up the place. She was like sunshine that diminished dark heavy clouds. Anyone who wouldn’t be mesmerized in awe with her presence would be a fool. And Daniel Choi apparently wasn’t one. He was entranced by the beauty she possessed in front of him, 

Yea Ji was oblivious of his small advances, offering her a seat, lingering his hand, staring at her longer. She was being naive of the intentional chivalry, mainly because she was uninterested. Soo Hyun doesn’t fail to notice everything though. He was a man too, and he was familiar of the way he acted towards his girl. He was, because he had been like that towards her a good few years ago. He immediately feels his blood boil through his veins, invisible hot steams gushing out of his nostrils.

The punk was trying to test the damn waters. 

His eyes set in fiery ablaze as he fixes his eyes on them as they rehearse the scene, the director guiding them about the sequence and correlating reactions. He couldn’t look away despite being given instructions to rehearse his part, giving him the phone prop to use. At that point, it was almost literally impossible for him to divert his attention, because the way that man beside her stole glances at his woman was making him grit his teeth.

“Okay, put your arm around her.” He snaps his head to the director and then to the pair who was seated down. He watches carefully as Daniel puts his arm around her, hand resting on the base of her shoulder. He huffs out a breath as he catches him squeezing her skin lightly.

He swallows a lump in his throat as he walks around, pretending to take photos of whatever as he continues to watch them on the corner of his eyes. He tries to go nearer, flailing his arms wider, making louder noises. He himself has no idea what he was trying to achieve. To make a scene, to distract the directors, to stop rehearsal, he doesn’t know. All he knew was that he was trying to alleviate the brewing storm of anger inside of him.

“Soo Hyun-ssi, move a bit.” The director slides past him, moving closer to the pair on the table. He slowly backs away, eyes fixed on Yea Ji. She was intently listening to the instructions, nodding her head, smiling and trying to pitch her own ideas. It was as if she was completely oblivious to the treacherous advances, but he knew she wasn’t. Of course she noticed, but she was too kind for her own good. He knows she was trying to convince herself that it was only for the scene, that the skinship of their shoulders pressed against each other was essential for the time being. He knew it too, but he was just too jealous to admit it.

But he was on the brink of losing it. The punk was talking to her too closely, smiling at her too intentionally. And the small talk he was trying to initiate was making his nerves tremble in annoyance.

Making his way back, he catches Yea Ji’s eyes on him and he takes the opportunity to give her a knowing look. The wildfire that spread over his pupils immediately sent her the message. She knew he was bothered with the close proximity and invading touches on her. She didn’t mind it initially, it was part of the scene, but she wasn’t totally blind of his added intentions. It made her slightly queasy, her sense of awareness multiplying tenfold. He didn’t seem like someone who would intentionally harass her, he was just merely showing his interest. But she had to be professional about it, just until they finish the scene. 

She inches further away at the sight of Soo Hyun’s glare, it was the least she could do to ease his discomfort. She glances at him, telepathically telling him it was okay. He lets out a sigh and walks the other direction, making his way to stand in the corner.

“Okay, hands on waist.” Soo Hyun watches carefully as Daniel’s hand slides down the back, reaching just below her breast, too high above her waist. His head almost explodes in fury.

“Ah, chincha. This punk is asking for it.” He takes heavy steps towards them, fueld with nothing but agitation at the sight if his violating touch. Before he could go any further though, Manager Ryu was already in front of him, lowkey pushing him back.

“You don’t want to be in the news tomorrow for beating up a guest star, Yea Ji wouldn’t appreciate it also. Back down.” His manager whispers, giving him a serious look. He let’s out a breath and looks up, biting the bottom of his lip as he backs away.

Their manager was right. They’ve gotten this far without anyone exposing the truth of their relationship, thus being able to enjoy each other’s presence without worry of their privacy and safety. Too many people have worked hard for them, both of them, had worked hard to keep this relationship as discreet and as private as possible. They wouldn’t have survived this long, not getting as strong as they are if it wasn’t for all their efforts. He wasn’t about to waste all of those just because he was jealous and burning with anger and utter resentment.

He tries to cool himself down, giving his attention on his emotions. He had to be Gang Tae right now, he had to be professional. He is a professional. When they started filming, everything thankfully played out smoothly, but Gang Tae may have displayed a tad bit more jealousy than what was needed of him. He couldn’t help but let a part of him lace through his acting as he took the damned photos of them, Daniel’s hand still positioned on an area he definitely did not approve of.

“I think you went a little too much, but I think it’s good. It highlighted Gang Tae’s hidden feelings for Moon Young that were surfacing out of his control. Good job.” The director pats his shoulder, filling him with accolades for his stellar performance, as usual. “Okay, I think that’s a wrap here. Let’s prep to move to the next location.” His voice thunders, sending everyone on synchronized movements as they pack up.

“You were really great.” Daniel muses at Yea Ji, offering a hand for her stand up. She politely takes it, smiling at him as she mutters a soft thank you. “You did pretty great yourself. Thank you for agreeing to guest in the episode.” She smiles at him, talking to him formally and being mindful of their safe distance. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. 

“Oh, it was a pleasure. It’s an honor to guest in such a great show, and to act alongside with such a beautiful woman like you.” He smiles at her, coy giddiness in his eyes. She only nods politely. “Thank you, Sunbaenim.” 

“Sunbaenim? Oh, you should speak to me informally. Uhm, I was also wondering if—-” Before he could even push through with the courageous move he was finally making, Soo Hyun cuts him off when he slides right in between them, hand stretching out to reach for Yea Ji’s micro bag on the table. He glances at her once, and then turns his full attention towards Daniel. 

“Choi Daniel, it was a pleasure to have you.” He pretends to be fond of his presence despite the storm of anger and fury surging through his being. They shake hands, exchanging a few accolades and thanks. Daniel attempted to pick up from he left off with Yea Ji but Soo Hyun was already, very obviously, grabbing her hand and taking her with him as he leaves. “Yea Ji-ah, let’s go.” Giving emphasis on the casuality of his tone. 

“You’re holding my hand.” Yea Ji whispers as he brings them to a hidden corner, behind the black curtains and the monitors. He doesn’t speak as they stop, huffing a steamy breath as he turns to her with pure frustration in his eyes. The vexation buried deep in his face stuns her for a second. He was clearly so agitated his ears were blushing red. “Kinchana?” She asks, her eyes looking at him nonchalantly. 

“Kinchana?” He throws the same question, pointing to himself in disbelief. “Don’t ask me if I’m okay, are you okay?” He huffs a breath, looking away for a second as he bit the inside of his cheek. “He was obviously trying to make a move on you, he’s staring at you like you’re red meat. And damn it, this is your waist.” He places his hands on her waist. “Not here.” He raises it up to the same position Daniel was touching a while ago, just below the side of her breasts. “What, was he trying to cup a free feel?” He huffs another breath, flicking his tongue against his chest, backing away as he places his hands on either side of his hips. 

“Soo Hyun-ah, it was just part of the scene. And you know me, you think I’d allow him to violate me?” He looks at her again, another huff of a breath escaping his lips. She was right though, she wasn’t some damsel in distress. She knew how to protect herself mentally, and physically. He’d got his own fare share of her physical strength a few times, and he personally knew how hard she throw a punch and maybe a kick as well. But it still doesn’t change the fact that he was fuming mad. 

“Was ‘you should talk to me informally’ part of the scene too?” He raises his eyebrows, huffing through his nose. “It took me so long to have you speak to me casually, and this guy just tries to have you calling him oppa after spending barely an hour with you.” He mumbles under his breath, looking down at his feet before he looks up at the ceiling as memories of the early stages of their relationship fill his mind. He had to endure almost a year of being ‘friends’ and being called sunbaenim and then to Soo Hyun-ssi before she started to withdraw from the formalities. He wooed her for so long, he’s not gonna let some punk to just sway him away.

He bites his lips, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to calm himself down. He looks at her, calm wavering over him when he sees her smile. “Boya? Why are you smiling?” She grins, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re jealous.” She says coyly, her gummy smile emerging. He huffs another breath and furrows his brow, defensively looking away. She wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t going to admit that. “Whatever.” He mumbles, stealing glances at her as she maintains her cheeky grin. 

She raises her brow and chuckles, walking over to him closer. Running her hands carefully over the back of his red ears and down to his neck, she smiles at him, tilting her head. “Calm down, Mr. Kim Soo Hyun. It’s nothing.” She slides her arms around his torso, holding him close as she grins at him. “Your ears are so red they might just explode.” She chortles, looking up at him. She looked so small against him, his height towering over her petite figure. Seeing her close like this immediately calms the turbulent vicious waters in him. She was his tranquility, his warmth in a cold stormy day. 

He releases a sigh and hugs her back, holding her close and tight. He leans in and buries his face on her neck, snuggling in her skin, inhaling her sweet scent of flowers on a spring day. “I’m not jealous.” He mumbles, pressing the side of his face against hers. She chuckles, playfully rolling her eyes. “Uhuh.”

“Yea Ji-ssi, you’re car is… .ready.” One of her assistants stammer at the sight them, finding them in their small corner after looking for her. Yea Ji mildly jolts in his hold, letting him go, slightly pushing against his chest. He reluctantly lets go of her, the sight of his manager’s stoic face welcoming him. “I’ll be there.” Yea Ji attempts to make her way when he holds her hand in his, tight and secure. “She’s riding with me.” He announces authoritatively, pulling her with him. Manager Ryu could only sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. 

Seated at the back of his car, he leans against the door on the far side from her. He had the most obnoxious pout on his face, arms crossed over his chest, brows furrowed as he spaced out. Yea Ji could only grin and chuckle, shaking her head. Letting out a breath, she reaches for his shoulder, squeezing. “Are you sure, you’re not jealous?” She playfully raises her brow and smirks at him. He looks at her, his chest heaving up and down, trying to repress himself until he couldn’t anymore. He grunts, flailing his arms, hitting his thights. “Fine! Maybe a little.” He leans back against his seat, slamming hard, arms back across his chest. 

“What would you feel if you see someone holding what’s yours?” He mumbles like a sulking toddler. She smiles, inching closer, pulling his arm so he was drawn against her. Sighing, he surrender to her, basically curling up against her side, burying his head on the crook of her neck as he drapes his arm over her thin torso. She giggles as she cradles him like her big baby, running a hand over his defined arms. 

Flower Road (M, completed)

“When it happens,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned into her ear. “I want to remember everything.” Her whole body trembled with anticipation.

Journal of a Teenage Year [T for now, WIP, sequel to “My World is (always) you”]

A year in the life of high school students Moon Kang-tae and Ko Moon-young as they navigate school, friendships, and, of course, love. A story in four parts.

Love is a Game (M, WIP)

College singles try their luck finding love on the latest game show to hit the college airwaves! Tune in as they try to make a love connection without ever seeing one another! Who will walk away with a first date? And who will just walk away? Find out on “Love is a Game!”

Part 3

Warnings: Light Smut

She woke up in a sea of sweat. Her breaths were shallow and the sound of her heart throbbing against the cage of her chest echoed through the room. It was her third time this week dreaming of him. She dreamt of his dark eyes and his face, strong and defined. And she dreamt of his body, warm and toned underneath her fingers. The dream was more vivid this time, it felt like he was really there, right next to her, engulfing her in his heat. She could still feel his touch, the memory of searing kisses being branded into her skin and the feeling of his hands leaving trails of small fires. She remembers feeling full as he slowly entered her, her back arching as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

“So pretty. My baby is so pretty. So pretty and ready for me. Jae Yi-a, can you feel me?”

Stop! The chastising thought blared through her mind like a fire alarm. She knew it had to stop. The dreams had to stop. The stares and the heated gazes had to stop. The close confrontations had to stop. Everything had to stop before she crossed a line. A line that she would regret. Would she regret it? Would it be so wrong to give into her curiosity? Would it be so wrong to see if it felt just as good as it did in her dreams? Yes. Yes it would be wrong. She was a prosecutor and he was a high profile criminal. She upheld the law and he didn’t. She had morals and he had no desires to do what was right. If she wasn’t careful, if she didn’t quench the fire burning between them, she would end up in flames.

He slammed the phone for the third time that week, hands fumbling as he loosened his tie in anger. She was avoiding him and he hated it. It was so obvious and glaring, that even a blind man could see it. It shouldn’t have been this hard for him to brush it off, but this was her fourth time postponing their meeting and it was starting to piss him off. She was coming up with all sorts of elaborate excuses to keep their interactions at a minimum. Rescheduling meetings to be over the phone, sending documents through a trusted middleman, and ignoring all invites to meet him in person. Just who the hell did she think she was? He was a busy man, he had shit to do too, an empire to run, a kingdom that moved only at the sound of his voice. He was Jang Tae Yeong, had she forgotten? She came to him and begge—asked for help. He was the one doing her a favour, not the other way around, so why was she acting like a brat? They were operating under his rules not the other way around. Maybe it was time for him to visit his pretty little grenade and remind her just who she was dealing with.

She heard him before she saw him. His footsteps echoed through hallway, sounding overly loud in her own ears and matching the increasing rate of her heartbeat. Why was he here? The dreams were still fresh in her mind, there was no way she could face him today. Her brain panicked as she tried to come up with an escape route. Her office was on the next floor and the elevator was out of service. Was there was no way out? The stairs! She could take the stairs. Her body turned before her mind could catch up. She quickened her pace and bolted towards her saving grace. The footsteps behind her picked up their speed, catching up to her before she could grab the handle of the door. Suddenly filling her vision, he yanked her towards him, “we need to talk. Now.”

She wiggled in his grasp, flustered at how easily he was dragging her along. “Ya, Jang Tae Yeong! Ya! Let me go!”

“Shut up!”

He pulled her into the janitor’s closet in front of them, all but pushing her up against the wall as he slammed the door shut. She was going to make him lose his mind.

“Just who the hell do you think you are miss Ha Jae Yi?”

“And just who the hell do you think you are Mr. Jang Tae Yeong?!”

His body vibrated in frustration, eyes hardening as he stared back at her. “I’m the person that is doing your ass a favour,” he snapped.

“But you seem to have forgotten that fact, cause now you’re acting like I’m some sort of lackey you can push around. I don’t like my time being wasted Ha Jae Yi and I sure as hell don’t appreciate being stood up.”

He watched her recoil at the raise of his voice, “I didn’t stand you up”, she stuttered, “I simply told you that I had to reschedule. I have other things to do outside of this case and there is nothing I need from you this week that can’t be handled over the phone.”

He growled back at her. “You’re not busy with other things, you’re avoiding me!” Her mouth snapped shut at his accusation, eyes shifting nervously as she struggled to put words together.

“That’s not true, I just, I just—you know what I don’t need to stand here and explain myself to you. I told you I can’t meet today and that’s final.”

He chuckled when she made an attempt to push past him. The fire in her eyes igniting as his body blocked her path to freedom.

He towered over her and took a step forward. She scrambled backwards, her body shivering as the dangerous gleam in his eyes contrasted the panicked look in hers. This was her first time seeing him like this, so angry and so volatile. She felt her back hit the wall when he finally stopped in front of her.

“You can’t keep me in here”, she yelled.

He raised his arms and boxed her in against the wall. Tucking his lips down to her ear, he whispered, “wanna bet?”

Her body quivered as the heat that she had been running away rose up once again. The heat that she knew too well, the heat that defined them. Her voice shook as she pleaded, “we can’t keep doing this Jang Tae Yeong, we can’t keep playing this game.”

“What game, Ha Jae Yi?”

She was going to combust.

“This!” Her hand dashed back and forth between them.

“This game of cat and mouse! The gazes, the close confrontations, the quick brushes of skin! The fights that feel like we’re one step away from fucki—” her body froze. What the hell was she saying?

His face darkened at her last statement as the heat that only she could bring rose within him. All he could see was her and all he wanted to feel was her. He leaned in until he was just a breath away from her lips, his voice thick with lust as he whispered dangerously, “one step away from what Jae Yi-a?”

She stood there frozen. He couldn’t tell if it was from fear or excitement. Maybe both.

“One step away from fucking? One step away from me taking you against this wall or that desk of yours until you’re a whimpering mess in my hands?”

He felt her breath hitch in her throat and he pressed his body further into her.

“One step away from what Jae Yi? Tell me.”

She felt his hands glide over her hips, his thumb rubbing slow circles into the small sliver of skin that peeked from beneath her blouse. The heat was overwhelming at this point. All she could see was him and against all rational thought, all she wanted to feel was him. Maybe she didn’t have to quench the fire that burned between them—at least not yet. She could cross the line just this once. She could let the fire burn just this once. She was willing to end up in flames just this once. She closed her eyes and with a shaky breath she replied,

“kiss me.”

Fire met fire when his lips met hers. He kissed her and everything faded away. The kiss was by no means slow or soft, it was hot and demanding. He took her with an unrelenting force, a force strong enough to knock the wind out from her lungs. His hand rested below her ear, and she felt his thumb caress her cheek. She moaned as he pulled her closer, leaving no space between them. Angling her head, he deepened their kiss, his tongue pressing at the seam of her lips waiting for her to grant him access. She surprised herself as she ran her fingers down his spine, her other hand playing with the hair that sat at his nape. He was going to be the death of her.

She was going to be the death of him. She tasted so good that he couldn’t even describe it. Her lips felt heavenly. He inwardly cursed at the fact that he had lived this long without ever knowing what she tasted liked. His pretty little grenade was going to be the death of him and he wanted nothing more than to watch her explode. To see her come undone in-front him, because of him. He pulled away from her, pleasure pulsing through him at the sight of her swollen lips and red cheeks. He began to nuzzle her neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were like whispers. With one hand reaching underneath her blouse, he stroked the skin below her bra and traced his fingers along curve of skin that sat within them. His other hand made its way to her hip, sliding into her pants, brushing against the edge of her panties.

“Jang Tae Yeong.” He smirked at nervousness of her voice.

“Why are you still being so formal, Jae Yi-a?“

He lightly grazed his teeth against her neck as he stroked the underside of her panties, gently teasing her through the laced material.

“Tae Yeong-a.”

At last. His name. On her lips. In nothing but whimpers. Fuck. He could die right there with no regrets.

“That sounds much better.”

All she could feel was him. All she could do was whimper underneath him as he pushed her panties aside and drove his fingers along the tips of her folds. She couldn’t focus, her senses felt overloaded. From the lingering kisses on her neck to the trails of heat he was leaving beneath her breasts. It was just too much.

“You’re so soft and wet for me Jae Yi-a. Let me make you feel good. My pretty little grenade, let me make you feel good.”

Without thinking, she pressed herself into his warmth, grinding against his fingers as he rubbed her center.

“Tae... Yeong-a,” she whimpered.

She felt his teeth bite into the soft flesh of her neck as his fingers entered her.

One...

She was going to explode, it felt so good. He felt so good.

And then two...

His fingers teased her in the all the right places, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

And then three...

She could feel herself falling closer the edge.

“Such a good girl. So pretty and so wet.”

Her back arched at his words, eyes rolling back as a strong heat swept over her.

“Miss Ha Jae Yi, cum for me.”

She lost all sense of her surroundings. All she could see was the shimmers of stars dancing within her vision and all she could hear was her moans mingling with his breath. All she could feel was him. With a final burgeoning shudder, she came.

He withdrew his hand and held her limp body against his chest. He kissed her softly below her ear lobe and gently carrassed her hair. Once he felt her calm down, he held her chin and lifted her face to his. His mouth stretched into a slow smile and he brushed his finger over her bottom lip.

“I expect to see you in person for our next meeting Miss Ha Jae Yi. No excuses.”

Adjusting himself, he fixed his collar and walked out the door.

She watched him walk out, causally, as if nothing had happened. And in that moment, a cold chill ran through her. What the hell did they just do? What did she just let happen?

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Hello everyone, I’m back! Just finished my last exam and I quickly went to work at part 4. I apologize for how long this took me😪. Exams are not a vibe but good grades are, so I had to putting writing aside so I could study well. I also go accepted into a research program that I don’t expect to get into, so my days are still busy 🥴 but I’m going to try and come up with an update schedule, probably weekly or bi weekly, so that you guys know when a new chapter is coming and I’m also able to keep deadlines and balance school work. I hope you guys like the new chapter, I tried to ease the tension a bit👀. This is my first time “officially” writing a bit of smut (if you don’t count the pbio random Drabble), so if it sounds cringey af, I deeply apologize. I have no experience in this area at all😩.

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