We're the Madness

Hi, guys! Do you remember me? I’m thinking about revamping this blog since I’m the only one of the admins that are still on this account. I’m not sure, but I did want to check in and say hi since it’s been so long! 

Anyways yeah,, Im here too! Sorta!!!! Its been a hot minute but I’d definitely be down for bringing this back lol

I honestly came on to find an ol fic to send to my current partner cause theyre branching into good ol smutty fic writing, looked through everything, noticed you wanted to come back,, so i logged back into this account cause SYSUSJEJE I MISS EVERYONE 😭😭💕💕💕

- Min-Y (please help me pick a new sign off ajanajsjsj)

WE MISSED YOU TOO :( I hope they enjoy our work hahaha

Change it to -yoongs 😹

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Hi, guys! Do you remember me? I’m thinking about revamping this blog since I’m the only one of the admins that are still on this account. I’m not sure, but I did want to check in and say hi since it’s been so long! 

Anyways yeah,, Im here too! Sorta!!!! Its been a hot minute but I’d definitely be down for bringing this back lol

I honestly came on to find an ol fic to send to my current partner cause theyre branching into good ol smutty fic writing, looked through everything, noticed you wanted to come back,, so i logged back into this account cause SYSUSJEJE I MISS EVERYONE 😭😭💕💕💕

- Min-Y (please help me pick a new sign off ajanajsjsj)

WE MISSED YOU TOO :( I hope they enjoy our work hahaha

Change it to -yoongs 😹

Hi, guys! Do you remember me? I’m thinking about revamping this blog since I’m the only one of the admins that are still on this account. I’m not sure, but I did want to check in and say hi since it’s been so long! 

Anyways yeah,, Im here too! Sorta!!!! Its been a hot minute but I’d definitely be down for bringing this back lol

I honestly came on to find an ol fic to send to my current partner cause theyre branching into good ol smutty fic writing, looked through everything, noticed you wanted to come back,, so i logged back into this account cause SYSUSJEJE I MISS EVERYONE 😭😭💕💕💕

- Min-Y (please help me pick a new sign off ajanajsjsj)

Hi, guys! Do you remember me? I’m thinking about revamping this blog since I’m the only one of the admins that are still on this account. I’m not sure, but I did want to check in and say hi since it’s been so long! 

Anyways yeah,, Im here too! Sorta!!!! Its been a hot minute but I’d definitely be down for bringing this back lol

Hi, guys! Do you remember me? I’m thinking about revamping this blog since I’m the only one of the admins that are still on this account. I’m not sure, but I did want to check in and say hi since it’s been so long! 

Anyways yeah,, Im here too! Sorta!!!! Its been a hot minute but I'd definitely be down for bringing this back lol

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~Hybrid Haven~

A safe place for all.

Making New Friends

“Jimin, it’s time to get up.”

Jimin wakes to Namjoon gently shaking his shoulder. He squints up at the human with a frown. He didn’t want to get up. The bed was warm and soft, and he still felt sleepy. When Namjoon asks him to get up again, he grumpily refuses and closes his eyes again, turning away from him.

“If you get up,” Namjoon leans closer to Jimin and whispers a bribe, “I’ll give you a cookie after breakfast.”

At the mention of sweets, Jimin perks up. He quickly opens his eyes and stretches out his arms over his head. Namjoon giggles at the kitten and straightens back up as Jimin sits up. He reaches up and rubs at his cat ears, letting out a squeaky yawn. Namjoon mumbles something barely audible and then tells Jimin that a change of clothes is in his nightstand drawer.

“Take a quick shower and come down to the dining hall.”

Then, Namjoon was gone, a line of young hybrids eagerly following him out of the room. Jimin watches with a tilted head. Everyone here seemed to love the human, and despite the events of yesterday, he didn’t know whether or not he was one of them. He’s never met a human that wasn’t mean to him, and he was starting to believe that there isn’t one out there that would be nice.

Jimin throws his legs over the edge of the bed and lets them dangle for a moment. He stares at the floor, knowing it’d be cold, but that isn’t why he’s reluctant to get out of the bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept in an actual bed because it’s been so long, and he didn’t want to give it up just yet.

After a few seconds, he pushes himself down, hissing quietly when his small feet hit the floor. He stretches out his tail and turns to the nightstand. He pulls open the drawer and finds two sets of clothing. He pulls out the first one, finding it to be identical to the one he was wearing. He folds them as best he can and sets them back in his place. The other set, however, he barely recognized. It wasn’t until he found ‘Park Jimin’ written on the inside collar in terrible handwriting. He smiled somberly as he ran his thumb over it, remembering the day he wrote it.

He was six years old and scared. He was scared he’d lose his memory, scared that he’d lose the only clothing he had. He had found a black marker and branded all of his clothes with his name and his birthday so he’d be able to remember the only important things about him in case anything did happen. He filled his arms with the clothing and grabbed the clean underwear that was with the other set of clothes, and he set off to find the bathroom.

Across the hall, he found two doors: one labeled ‘Showers’ and one labeled ‘Bathroom.’ He entered the one labeled ‘Showers’, hoping no one else was in there. Luckily, he was alone to explore the new room. The room was lined with smaller ones that he found were individual showers so the person was ensured privacy. He chose the closest one and slipped in, locking the door behind him.

He set his clothes on the small shelf that was standing against the wall and cautiously pulled back the shower curtain to find just a shower head, the drain on the floor, and another small shelf. He fumbled with the handles that control the water flow and temperature before hot water was falling out in front of him. He sticks his hand under to test and temperature and squeals when it’s hotter than expected. He quickly twists the handles and the water was perfectly warm on his skin. He eagerly tugs off all of his clothing and pulls the curtain to hide him from the rest of the empty room.

For a moment, he lets his eyes close, reveling in the warm sensation on his skin, before looking for soap. His eyes land on two pink bottles labeled ‘Sweet Pea’ on the middle shelf. Soon, his entire body was clean. His fur was no longer matted and were as fluffy and soft as they’ve ever been in his entire life, and he also gave off a slight aroma of flowers.

Soon, he was descending the stairs to the fourth floor. The dining hall is loud as he enters, no one even turning their head to look at him. He looks around at the room he was fed in yesterday. It seemed different today. Maybe it’s because he was less focused on the food, or maybe it’s because he’s wearing his own clothes. We wanders a little before finding the door in the back of the room he saw Namjoon bring food from yesterday. He curiously makes his way towards the door but doesn’t make it far due to a kitten hybrid with different colored ears blocking his way.

“Hullo!” the kitten squeaks happily, sticking out his hand, “I’m Youngjae!”

Jimin looks over the cat as he puts his own hand in his. His eyes shift from his bright smile to his slightly rounded nose to his mismatched eyes to the small freckle underneath the left one. Jimin’s then pulled out of his head by Youngjae asking what his name is. He stutters out only his first name as Youngjae lets his hand go.

“Cute!” Youngjae compliments him before briefly glancing at the kitchen door. “Are you hungry?”

Jimin nods and finds himself hand in hand with the kitten, being lead to a small table. Youngjae pushes him into a seat and tells him to wait. Jimin looks around at the two people he was placed by, immediately feeling himself shrinking. Their dark eyes dug into him as they looked him up and down.

“Sorry about Youngjae. He’s a little excitable.” The taller one spoke, one of his amber, fox ears twitching on top of his head. His matching eyes finally let go of Jimin to return to his food. The other did the same, but not before looking over Jimin once more with a disapproving grimace. Jimin brought his tail up to wrap around his forearm, a nervous tick he hasn’t been able to get rid of.

“It’s okay.” he says, his voice small and unsure.

When he gets no response, he relaxes a little, happy with the lack of conversation. He brings his head up to look over the strangers again. He notices a small scar in the left eyebrow of the one that gave him such a mean look, making him wonder if the cat was really as mean as he appeared. The piercings and cold, blue eyes made him look dangerous, but his friend was somehow warmer. He gave Jimin a mean look when he was shoved in front of them, but his appearance was softer and more inviting.

“Stop staring.” The cat says lowly, biting on his toast.

He didn’t even bother to look up at Jimin which made him even more frightened by him. He apologizes and brings his head back down right as Youngjae joins the group. He places a tray of food in front of Jimin and smiles, “Don’t worry, he’s not as mean as he looks.”

Despite the glare Youngjae received, he went on unbothered to label the cat as Jaebum and the fox as Jinyoung. Jimin then learned that Jaebum only allowed Youngjae to call him by his nickname, “Jaebummie,” but that didn’t mean he hated it any less.

By the time breakfast was over, Jimin had learned the names of everyone in the room. Youngjae had spewed random facts about everyone at Jimin until they were the last ones sitting in the room, which didn’t phase him one bit until Jaebum cleared his throat. Youngjae then realized it was just them. He apologizes and motions for Jimin to follow him to return their trays.

“I’m going to show you around today!” Youngjae exclaims once they reach the others again, “Joonie asked me to.”

In reality, Namjoon had asked Jaebum to show Jimin around as he was becoming an employee soon but worried he’d scare Jimin too much due to his cold demeanor. He hoped Youngjae would break the ice and lighten the mood and Jaebum would follow suit.

The four of them headed to the staircase after Jimin confesses his fear of the elevators with Jinyoung breaking off to go upstairs as they went down. Jimin followed quietly, listening to Youngjae point out pictures on the walls of the main hall until they reached the lobby. There was a moment of silence as Jimin watched the passing cars through the tall windows until it was broken by Jaebum shoving a map into his hands.

“Here,” he says and starts to speak again, but he’s cut off by Jimin’s small voice telling him that he already has a map by his bed upstairs. Jaebum’s face turns a light shade of pink from embarrassment, making Youngjae giggle through his hand he had clamped over his mouth. Youngjae’s laugh was so contagious that Jimin couldn’t help but to giggle, as well. Jaebum awkwardly placed the map back and cleared his throat, obviously trying to swallow the embarrassment.

Throughout the tour, Jaebum seemed to get warmer thanks to Youngjae’s bubbly presence. He would make whatever Jaebum said a bit happier and made the fifteen minutes seem to flash by, and by the end of it, Jaebum had a smile on his face, which made Jimin realize that it was all just acting. Youngjae was right;he isn’t as mean as he looks.

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                                                  ~Hybrid Haven~

                                         A safe place for all hybrids.

                             Jimin’s First Day at Hybrid Haven 

It was really all a blur to Jimin.  It happened so fast.  The rain felt like razor blades on his skin as he dug through the metal bins behind the bakery.  He hoped to find anything that he could stomach, but bakery had nothing but molding bread to throw out.  He finally decided to give up when the rain started beating down harder.  With his tail wrapped around his thigh and his short, gray cat ears pressed flat on top of his head, he searched for a place to hide from the weather.  

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                                                   ~Hybrid Haven~ 

                                           A safe place for all hybrids. 

                        Apple Juice and Washing Machines 

   Over the course of the next week, Jimin had participated in every activity the shelter had to offer and had chosen his new favorite room in the shelter.  As soon as he attended one of Hoseok’s dance classes, no one could pull him out of the studio room, even after the class.  He was the first one to show up and always the last to leave.

    He had begun to open up more, as well, not just to Jungkook either.  Seokjin had learned that he didn’t like the scent of mango because it reminded him of an attic he was once kept in after asking Jimin to to help cut one for lunch.  Jackson had learned that Jimin once had a pet puppy that resembled Jackson both in looks and in personality after they saw a girl walking her dog outside the shelter.  And Jimin….he learned that he liked pink.  No.  He loved it, and no one told him it was wrong.  

   No one even batted an eye when slipped on the pink sweater Yoongi had left for him Sunday this morning instead of the white shirt Jungkook had given him when he arrived.  They had tried to give him different clothing each day, but Jimin refused to take them.  These clothes were perfectly clean.  Why did he need to change?  The sudden change of hue on the cat was a surprise to everyone because they couldn’t even get him to take another shelter-issued outfit, let alone go shopping for his own.

   Jimin had also been trying to determine a way to thank Yoongi for the sweater had had been wearing all week, but he couldn’t decide on one.  He tried to draw something for him, but he couldn’t get it quite right.  He wanted to try a dance for him, but he knew he wouldn’t pick it up fast enough.  He even tried to cook him something, but he burned his hand on the stove.  Nothing was working, and Yoongi would be here soon!

   He pondered over his options all day since he woke up this morning.  Yoongi had arrived just before lunch time with some takeout boxes from the cafe they went to last weekend.  Soon, Youngjae had downed a bowl of macaroni and was working on another.

   Jimin was still refusing to use chopsticks or even a spoon and continued opting for his hands to pick the meat and vegetables out of his soup before he drank it.  Luckily, today’s meal wasn’t too messy.  A simple bowl of noodles with some meat and a cup of juice.

   Jin told him it would be a bit before they could customize cups and utensils for him to use like the others because they wanted to get to know what he liked first, like colors and styles.  Today, they gave him a red plastic cup without a lid.  He was confident he wouldn’t spill any, but he made sure to be very careful when taking a sip.

   He watched across the room as Jin rearranged some things on a board, Namjoon picking up a picture that Seokjin had dropped.  Jin smiled as he pinned the picture back up before thanking Namjoon was a kiss on the cheek, but the moment was interrupted by a loud yelp from Jimin, whose cup had slipped out of his hands and spilled all over his lap and precious sweater.  

   Jin sighed and began to approach Jimin, but he didn’t get far as yoongi had already made it to the cat and was on his knees in front of him, dabbing at the spill with a towel as the younger started to cry.  

   "I ruined it!  I ruined it!“ he squeaked with tears starting to streak down his face, “I’m sorry!”

   Yoongi had dealt with many crying hybrids before, so he knew exactly what to do, putting on a soft smile and a gentle voice.  However, this was different.  Normally, he’d be annoyed and would have to fake it, but it cam naturally with Jimin.  The only other people he was like this with were his best friends.

   "Shh, it’s okay,“ Yoongi smiles, "We can clean it.”

   Jimin hiccups and looks down at Yoongi, watching him pat the sweater with the towel gently.  He sniffles and wipes his eyes with his messy hands.

   "W-Weally?“ he mumbled in amazment, "It’s not ruined?  You’re not mad?”

   Yoongi smiles and shakes his head, moving his hand lower to dry Jimin’s lap as best he could, “Of course not.  It’s just some apple juice.”

   Jimin’s eyes mimiced saucers, and his cheeks could be mistaken for cherry tomatoes as Yoongi’s big hands pressed down on his thigh.  Jimin couldn’t help the inappropriate thoughts developing in his mind, especially after Yoongi’s hand not-so-subtly pressed down directly on his crotch to dry the liquid.  He bit his lip for a moment to keep the surprised gasp in his throat before returning to the same doe-eyed expression as before when Yoongi looked up at him.

   "Let’s go get you some new clothes,“ he grinned as he stood up, holding out his hand, "and Jin can clean up here.”

   Yoongi shot Jin a sly smirk as jimin wrapped his small hand around Yoongi’s, which was significantly larger.  Jin glared in response.  He didn’t think Yoongi alone with any hybrid was a good idea, especially Jimin.  They barely knew the boy, and it was obvious that Yoongi had uncharacteristically developed an interest in him in two short days.

   Namjoon, however, though it was amazing.  They were always trying to get him to socialize with the other hybrids to find one that would work with him, and this was getting more and more interesting the longer they watched.  He knew there was something special about the cat since he first saw Jin holding him out in the rain.  He couldn’t quite see it, but he knew it was there. He wrapped his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder and kissed his temple.

   "Let it play out,“ Namjoon smiles, "He knows the rules.”

   Jin bit his cheek and sighs, watching the two leve the room.  They had rules for a reason, and Yoongi had never broken any of them as he was the one who helped establish them years ago.  Namjoon rubs Jin’s ears before sending him off to console a crying Youngjae who was thrashing around in Jaebum’s arms, trying to break away to Yoongi, and yelling ‘oppa!  oppa!’ over and over.  

   Away from the scene in the kitchen, Yoongi leads Jimin down the hall to a laundry room.  They kept all the clothes they use in emergencies in a closet off the room.  Yoongi lets go of Jimin’s hand to open the closet door to reveal shelves of the only other in tact outfit Jimin owned: a loose, white, short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts.  Jimin marveled at them as Yoongi plucked a set off a pile on the bottom shelf.  

   "Do you need help changing or can you do it by yourself?“

   Jimin’s eyes snapped to Yoongi’s.  A shy as he was, he wanted to say he could do it by himself, but he didn’t want to be alone.  The sounds of the washers and dryers scared him.  They reminded him of cold, lonely nights, curled up and listening to the clothes being tossed around to block out the sound of the storm.

   "Jimin?” Yoongi asked softly, “Do you need help getting cleaned up?”

   Jimin looked away from him, focusing on a washing machine slightly shaking a few feet away as he considered declining the offer, but he nodded his head.

   "Okay,“ Yoongi smiled, setting the clothes on a machine beside them that wasn’t on, "we’ll start with your sweater then.  Arms up.”

   Jimin looked up at the taller and slowly raised his arms up as high as he could get them, allowing Yoongi to lift the sweater up and over his head.

   "Good job!“ Yoongi praised with a pat to Jimin’s head as he tossed the sweater in an unmarked laundry basket, "Now, your shorts.”

   A light shade a red flushed over Jimin’s  face with those words.  He looked down at them and then hid his face in his hands, making Yoongi chuckle.  

   "It’s okay, I’m not going to do anything bad,“ he assured, "Just gonna clean you so you’re not sticky.”

   He reaches up to a shelf to pull down some baby wipes while joking to make Jimin feel better, “No one likes a sticky kitty, now do they?”

   Jimin smiles a bit and shakes his head as he pulls down his shorts and steps out of them, “No one wikes a sticky kitty.”

   "There you go,“ Yoongi grins, tossing them in the basket with the sweater, "Now, we can get you all cleaned up and get you some chocolate.”

   Jimin’s smile grew with the mention of the sweet treat that him and Yoongi shared last week.  Yoongi found himself on his knees again, rubbing the wet cloth on Jimin’s thighs to get any possible juice that had seeped through his shorts.  Next, he cleaned off Jimin’s hands and face before moving onto his stomach.  He was positive none of the juice had gotten through the sweater, but it was an excuse to touch Jimin’s newly forming abs.  Yoongi wasn’t one to let it show, but he was just as mesmerize by Jimin as Jimin was by him.  

   After a moment of them both staring into each other’s eyes, Yoongi realized how low his hand was getting and so did Jimin.  Yoongi cleared his throat as he pulled his hand away, breaking both of them out of the trance they were seemingly caught in.  He threw away the wipe before turning back to Jimin with a smile.

   "All clean!“

   Jimin smiled at the clean feeling and watched Yoongi open the new pair of shorts at his feet.

   "Hold onto my shoulders and step into the one at a time.” Yoongi explains.

   Jimin hesitantly let his tiny hands grip onto Yoongi’s shoulders before placing his right foot in the piece of clothing, following suit with his left.  Yoongi pulled the shorts up to cover the red boxers Jimin had on.  A blush crept across his cheeks as Yoongi’s hands brushed over his butt and rested on his hips.  

   "There we go.“ Yoongi smiles up at Jimin, "Personally, I think you should just go shirtless.”

   The older topped his whispering with a playful wink and a cocky smirk, making Jimin’s eyes go wide again.  He stuttered a bit, his blush growing darker, as he tried to find something to say, but he couldn’t even put two words together.  He, instead, smiled and looked away, reaching for his shirt when a loud buzzing noise came from a dryer behind them.  Jimin shrieked in fear and threw himself in Yoongi’s arms, burying his face in the other’s chest to get away from the noise.  Yoongi was surprised by the sudden action, but he wrapped his arms around Jimin immediately and rubbed his back.

   "Jimin,“ Yoongi said quietly, "are you okay?”  

   Jimin whimpered and nodded, refusing to pull his head up.  A sigh fell from Yoongi’s lips.  He knew Jimin was lying;it was obvious.  

   "Are you scared of the washing machines?“ he asks curiously.

   Jimin nodded again but didn’t make a sound.  Yoongi thinks for a moment before an idea forms in his head.

   "Do you trust me?”

   Jimin nodded again without hesitation.  Yoongi pulls away to stand on his feet, Jimin looking up at him with big, confused eyes.  Yoongi offers his hand which Jimin quickly takes in his own.  Yoongi slowly walks Jimin a few steps, then turns to him, quickly lifting him up and placing him on a still machine before Jimin could process what’s going on.

   Once he felt the slight vibration from the neighboring machine and the cold metal against his skin, he wasn’t happy.  He wanted down.  Now.  Fear swept over Jimin’s face as panic shot through his body.  He began to claw at Yoongi to get away from the contraptions.  He whimpered and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck as he hooked his legs around his waist, whining in fear.  Yoongi shushed him and rubbed his back soothingly.  

   "Shh,“ he coos, "it’s okay.  It’s not gonna hurt you.”

   Jimin just held on tighter.

   "P-Promise?“ he asks, his voice small and muffled.

   "I promise.”

   Jimin takes a moment to process Yoongi’s promise before loosening his grip on the man.  He takes a deep breath and pulls away to look up at Yoongi’s smiling face.

   "There’s the brave kitty.“

   Jimin smiles widely and looks down at the machine currently washing one of the other hybrid’s clothes.  he hesitantly reaches out a shaky hand to place his palm on the lid of the machine.

   "No scawe.” he mumbles to himself, “Bwave kitty.”

   Yoongi watches with a proud smile, rubbing the bit of Jimin’s hips that poked out above the waist band of the short with the pads of his thumbs.  Jimin shifted his gaze back up to Yoongi, his hand still on the metal lid.  He looked over Yoongi’s face as he remembered the exchange between Jin and Namjoon earlier.  Before he could shy away from the thought, he quickly leaned up and pecked Yoongi’s cheek.

   "Thank you.“ he whispered as he pulled away, refusing to look back up at him in fear he didn’t appreciate the bold gesture of gratitude.  

   "You’re welcome.” Yoongi beams, returning the gesture by placing a kiss on Jimin’s cheek.

   The young cat blushed brightly as he looked up in awe at the human.  Yoongi then unfolds the shirt and bunches it at the top.

   "Let’s get back out there and get you some chocolate, yeah?“ Yoongi grins, making Jimin’s face light up, and pulls the shirt over his head.

   Namjoon had managed to convince Jin to keep his thought to himself until they could discuss it alonce, preferably with Hoseok as a mediator.  Seokjin settled for consistent glances at Yoongi to observe his bahavior, which seemed normal for the rest of the day until Jin lost track of him.  Much to Jin’s dismay, he couldn’t leave his group alone to search for Yoongi.  However, he found out where the human slipped off to later that night after bedtime.

   "Excuse me?!”

   Jin looked over the adoption form that had Yoongi’s name at the top and small note from him at the bottom: “I already scheduled a metting with Jimin on the 16th.  Check your laptop.”

   Jin almost pushed Namjoon away from the computer so he could pull up Namjoon’s schedule.  Sure enough, there was a meeting between the three scheduled for ten in the morning Monday.

   "What in the hell does he think he’s doing?!“

   "Babe. what’s wrong with him seeing Jimin?  You’re always trying to get him to see the other hybrids.”

   "I have a bad feeling, okay?!“ Jin squeaks, "He barely knows the boy, and he’s that quick to jump to the rescue?!”

   "He was just trying to help.“ Namjoon sighs.

   "And when have you known him to be like that?”

   "All the time.“

   "Not with us!’ Jin snaps, knowing Namjoon knew exactly what he meant.

   "You know it’s not like that.”

   "Then what is it like?“

   "You know what it’s like.”  Namjoon states calmly, “You know what happened.”

   Jin immediately softens, remembering the day Yoongi told him of the accident and how he blames himself for its occurance.  That’s why he’s so uneasy around hybrids he only comes once or twice a week to make sure Youngjae, Jaebum, and Jinyoung are okay.  It’s why he has strict rulles for them when he takes them out.  It’s why he doesn’t get along with Seokjin or the rules Namjoon has for him.

   "I’m sorry.“ Jin mumbles, looking at his feet.

   Namjoon pulls him into his lap and wraps his arms around Jin’s waist.

   "It’s okay, kitten,” Namjoon says softly, resting his chin on the older’s shoulder, “Just give him a chance, okay?”

   Jin sighs and looks over the form again, inspecting each of his answers like they were clues to an unsolved murder and he was the detective desperately trying to crack the case.

   "Okay,“ Jin agrees, "but you watch him.”

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