After throwing his backpack onto the floor and next to his couch, Youngjae slumped down onto it with his legs dangling just above the floor, the couch being broad enough for his upper body to fit on.

He felt a little bad, guilt eating him up because of his prior thoughts that Daehyun is just some annoying douche. But after going out with the other and having a decent conversation Youngjae couldn't deny that the older boy was rather nice to hang out with. It didn't necessarily make the two of them friends but they could at least say the soft hatred which was only coming from Youngjaes side had faded down and lingered only in the students memory. For all he knew they'd probably see each other a lot more from now on, with Junhong and Jongup being such close friends. It didn't bother Youngjae but he definitely had to get over himself and the slight embarrassment he had built up between him and Daehyun.

Furthermore everyone seemed to like Jongup and Daehyun, Jaebum happily chatting with Jongup and Junhong and he didn't seem to have a problem with Daehyun either. So it was really only just Youngjae who had acted like some jerk.

Although he still thought it was weird Daehyun was so keen on going out with him to eat, Youngjae was sure it was only to ease the awkward tension between them due to their first meeting being a little dogged. Daehyun probably only wanted to make friends, because he knew that it'd be extremely stiff when they all went out to drink or just have dinner.

Yeah, that must be it. An outing with all of their friends, maybe even Jinyoung when he'd have time, would be much more fun if they all were on good terms, so Youngjae being indifferent would be difficult to handle for the others.

Great that this was straightened out then.

Youngjae heaved, stretching his limbs and reaching for his bag. He sure had to go through a lot of stuff and read some of the books he had chosen with Minhyuk so they'd be able to be productive the next time they'd meet up.

Youngjae still couldn't shake off the feeling he had gotten when first meeting his project partner. Sure, Minhyuk seemed to be a little over friendly with how often he'd imply skin ship but why was there this ambience around Minhyuk as if he has something else in mind. Youngjae couldn't pinpoint it but it made him feel uneasy. Something was just different about Minhyuk and it wasn't anything bad in particular but it made Youngjae guard his actions a lot more than necessary.

And now it made Youngjae feel just as bad as his behavior towards Daehyun made him feel. Minhyuk was probably just trying to be friendly and create an acceptable work atmosphere for the two of them.

So yeah, all in one Youngjae was really bad at figuring people out and should probably go and work on his assignment, but he couldn't really bring himself to open any book and all of a sudden it was Friday afternoon and Youngjae had only managed to read through one book instead of the three he had planned to read. Great.

He had his books out and all, laptop and his programs open and a can of Red Bull next to him on the coffee table. To be honest, the only thing he had achieved this day; he skipped classes because come on poetry wasn't even that important and history bored the hell outta him; was watching a dozen Youtube videos on how to bake a cake and he still ended up making pathetic birthday muffins for himself. At least he'd have something to celebrate his birthday the next day, although he was about 99% sure that Jaebum and Junhong would be at his front door with some big cake.

Yet, after sitting down in front of his books again, Youngjae simply couldn't find the strength to even look through them. His eyes couldn't focus on the letters and words for a long period of time and they darted away from the book in his hand and to the widows on his right. The sky was grey and Youngjae was hoping it would start snowing this night or evening but he knew it was nothing more than wishful thinking, it being way too warm outside for snow.

Youngjae rapidly sprung to his feet, contemplating if it'd be a good idea to leave the house and get some fresh air, maybe even go out for dinner or just a drink. He'd definitely go right back to studying after coming home but right now, Youngjae just didn't have the motivation and if he'd stay like this, the only thing coming out of his study session would be more muffins and a headache.

A sudden thought jumped to his mind, making Youngjae slowly but surely get his jacket from the wardrobe.

It wouldn't be weird to visit the bar, right?

Youngjae hasn't seen Himchan since New Years Eve which was almost a month ago now and hey, keeping in contact has never been his strength so why not start the year with some resolutions. Daehyun would probably be working as late as the first time he's been there so maybe he'd be able to say hi or something, but Youngjae's seen the guy just a few days ago, if he's not gonna show up, no big deal.

Youngjae threw his jacket over and reached for his boots, lacing them up to his ankles, liking the way they pulled his black ripped jeans in, maybe even making him look a tad bit taller. The young student grabbed his wallet and keys, locking the door behind him and making his way to the elevators with a light bounce in his step.

The sun's already set, leaving the skies in this mix of a dark dimgrey and the darkest of steel blue Youngjae has ever seen. It was sort of pretty, the boy thought, although it was getting darker per minute Youngjaes eyes were tilted just the slightest bit upwards to see the horizon changing its colors.

The door was heavy but when Youngjae pushed it open a whiff of warm and stuffy air wrapped around him with peoples laughter and the clinking of glasses reaching his red ears. The boys eyes were immediately drawn to the counter, expecting to see the older bartender standing behind it with his slick black hair and sharp features. Yet Youngjae had to stop in his steps, surprised to see delicate long fingers playing with colorful, opaque champagne bottles and the same black shirt Himchan had worn, hugging the younger mans body, black work attire gracing the bartender from his black shock of hair down to those patent leather shoes. Sure, Youngjae's already seen Daehyun at his work but he's gotten drunk shortly after their introduction and doesn't really remember much from their first meeting, except the awkward situation the morning after, which he'd pushed back to the last corner in his mind.

But right now Youngjae couldn't rip his stare off of Daehyuns figure, mixing whatever drinks, Youngjae didn't really care. Daehyun hadn't spotted him yet and Youngjae couldn't help but notice how graceful the older one was. His hands were working precise, not a single wrong move, no slip of his hand and no clashing of bottles or glasses. Liquor pouring adroit into Hurricane or Coupette glasses, sugar encircling the rim of each of them and the mixed substance glowing under the bars lights.

Slowly, as if not wanting to be seen, Youngjae made his way over to the counter and took a seat more centered than the first time he was there. Daehyun hadn't noticed him yet as he was listening to a young woman who was ordering as it seemed. Looking at her, Youngjae had to admit that she was hot. Nothing else, just hot and anything that was attached to the word. She was wearing a rather short dress, clinging onto her slim form perfectly and the white color left nothing to ones own imagination. She was batting her lashes at Daehyun, slowly flipping her brown locks over her small shoulder to reveal protruding collar bones.

She is so into him.

Youngjae wanted to laugh but that'd just be weird, him being all on his own and laughing at the friend of his friends friend (Youngjae didn't dare to call him and Daehyun friends) getting it on. As it seemed, the young woman was holding a challenging look in her light brown eyes, something that screamed "impress me". And as Youngjae followed the scene unobtrusively, Daehyun had accepted the girls obscene invitation and whipped up a rather sparkly and dangerous looking cocktail.

Daehyuns hands found their way to the green Absinthe bottle, elegantly pouring the beverage into the fancy glass he'd chosen for the woman. The womans eyes followed Daehyuns talented fingers as they placed a glittery white sugar cube above it all, not noticing how the bartender was glancing ever so smugly over to the student sitting some seats over to her right. Youngjae didn't catch Daehyuns eyes, his gaze fixed onto the green liquid in the glass. Daehyun gave the drink his full attention again and with a quick motion of his hand he set the drink ablaze for a short moment, loving the glamorization he was able to show off with a simple glass of beautiful green Absinthe.

Youngjae abruptly adverted his eyes from Daehyun when the older looked straight at him after handing the lady her drink. She seemed rather disappointed by the lack of interest from the handsome bartender who earlier seemed so willingly to impress. But Daehyun strode over to Youngjae with a cheeky glint in his dark orbs that seemed to scream I know you were watching me. Youngjae kept a cold look over his features, the back of his hand resting on his jaw with his fingers lightly brushing over his pulse.

Daehyun was right in front of him now, the only thing parting them being the counter and Youngjae couldn't say why but he was glad it was that way. Oddly, neither of them spoke and they were just facing each other, Daehyun having a brow raised and a cocky grin was gracing his lips in the slightest. Youngjae broke the silence.

"Tell me something about drinks."

For a moment Daehyun lost his arrogant look and the superior aura but gained it back with no effort as he looked at the younger boy in front of him. It seemed as if Daehyun was about to tell his secrets about liquor, the forbidden beverages one could lose his mind over but after taking a deep breath, the air slowly left his puffy lips and the grin was back on them.

"Why don't you stay till after closing hours and I'll show you?"

Youngjae was taken aback, pondering over the bartenders words as he looked up to him. It was weird, like they're not even friends and stuff and Youngjae had actually wanted to just stay for a short time and go back home to continue with the assignment he had brazenly left behind.

"C'mon, what if I promise you free drinks until then?" Daehyun suggested, eyes glistening bright, the light from above him being reflected in them the same way they were in the glasses he was handling earlier.

"Are you serious? I would have to wait over five hours until then.“

Daehyuns eyes darted around the room for a bit before returning back to the boy sitting in front of him. Surprised that the bartender wasn't wearing one of his grins but a genuine smile was tracing his lips.

"I'm running the bar alone this evening, so I think I can close a little earlier than usual, sound good?" He asked, looking into Youngjaes eyes as if they were the only thing mattering and that soft smile was melting the youngers thoughts away.

"So when are you gonna close it?"

"How about in a lil' bit more than two hours? Around midnight?" Daehyuns voice trembled the smallest bit at the end but he hoped Youngjae didn't notice, the boy never really paid much attention to him anyway, he thought.

"Well, I'm gonna stay for the free drinks, is all." Youngjae said, leaning back on the chair with its small back which barely reached the midst of his spine.

Daehyun smiled, his cheeks reached high upon and his eyes were all crinkled up, he gave Youngjae a small "Okay" and disappeared to the other end of the counter to serve a group of young men.

Weird.

This was sorta weird but okay, Youngjae's just gonna leave it there and wait for his free drinks, trying to get those two hours to pass as fast as possible.

He didn't really get why he was staying just to hear Daehyun ramble about drinks, he wasn't even that interested in cocktails but it'd be so rude to leave now, wouldn't it. Now all there was to do was observing people in a total non creepy way and drink. Youngjae sure as hell felt bad for not going back home now and study but he could not care less, the assignment could wait.

There was this group of girls, around his age, some maybe a little bit younger. They were all wearing pretty dresses, short but not as tight as the one the lady at the counter was wearing. Some were a little ruffled up at the bottom and some had these cute small bows where the waistline of the dress started. It did seem like it was one of the girls birthday and hey, Youngjae couldn't help but chuckle because tomorrow was his and now he was a bit more excited to wake up to loud knocking on his front door and Jaebum and Junhong punching a cake to his face.

Youngjaes eyes wandered over to a few business men drinking their Soju, chattering lightly with simple smiles and eased eyes. They were still in their suits, ties loosened up and jackets hanging over the back of their chairs and the couch they were occupying. It seemed fun, going out with friends, school mates, even co-workers. Youngjae had never gone out like that, maybe once in a time but even then he didn't stay long and returned home when the fun really started.

But now he was able to do anything he liked, so why not screw school and classes for once and go out to drink? He should have asked Jaebum to come along, maybe even Junhong although the youngest didn't have any experience with drinking yet, having turned 19 just some months ago. It'd be fun, Junhong could even chat up Jongup when he's there with Daehyun again and maybe he and Jaebum could spend some more time together. Hell, Youngjae would even invite Yongguk who'd probably befriend Himchan in a matter of seconds, according to the people Yongguk was hanging out with now.

Himchan could bring his girlfriend with him, Junhong the girl who's asked him on a date hes on that date right now, him and Jaebum would be all alone together with Jongup who's admitted of not dating anyone at the moment. And Daehyun. Youngjae didn't really know, they haven't talked about that stuff yet and maybe it was too early for it. Youngjae was still a bit nervous around the other, not sure what to talk about or how to take the others cocky personality, he wasn't sure when Daehyun would use sarcasm or when he was completely serious and it was frustrating.

It will take time to figure the older one out but nothing Youngjae couldn't handle. He gazed over to Daehyun, watching him work oh so gracefully and Youngjae couldn't help but think it was charming. Daehyun had charm, everything about him just screamed charisma, with how he looked at the women with those bedroom eyes of his and his disheveled hair, that arrogant grin. He was basically glowing with appeal and Youngjae was envious and he didn't like it one tad bit because he couldn't hate Daehyun for it. He didn't want to hate Daehyun for it because he'd just learned that the bartender was actually nice and not some stupid jock.

There was a subtle arm against his elbow for a second and Youngjaes eyes were torn from Daehyun, landing on a young man who was sitting down on the chair next to him. Youngjae didn't know him and neither did the guy try to start a conversation so his gaze wandered over to the bartender again. Yet, Youngjaes attention was shifted over to his right once again when the man next to him shifted his body towards him some more and their eyes met a moment later.

"Hi." A light, raspy voice came from those full lips, the man having dark brown hair and a darker shade of it between his lashes. He was tall, very much so, long limbs tucked under the chair and muscular arms on the counter.

"Hi." Youngjae said, smiled a bit but he didn't quite know what the other wanted.

"You're new here, aren't you? I haven't seen you around this place." His words were chosen oddly polite. The man was wearing a plain white shirt with a high collar and it was stretched over his wide shoulders. A beige coat was draped over them and black pants were leading to leather shoes, ones that looked a little like Daehyuns.

"You could say that, yeah." The boy had begun to fidget on the hem of his fair shirt, slightly nervous.

Youngjae didn't say much after that, listening to the man next to him sweet talk a little, it was new, uncomfortable and Youngjae looked over to where Daehyun was, hoping the bartender would close the bar soon.

"I'm going to order, alright?" The stranger said, waiting for Youngjae to agree and a smile graced the mans face when Youngjae nodded although he didn't really care if the other was going to order or not. "Excuse me." The man raised his voice a little to get Daehyuns attention, waiting for him to walk over.

"How may I help you Sir?" Daehyuns voice sounded different. It was strange to Youngjae to hear him this friendly and polite. He wasn't about to impress the man nor was he doing any of the things he had done when the lady from before was ordering.

"A Prince of Wales for me please, and-" he looked over to Youngjae glancing him up and down in less than a second, "a Kir Berrichon for the young man here."

"Oh no, it's fine I don't need anything." Youngjae said to the man, eyes shifting over to Daehyuns for help.

Daehyun raised an eyebrow, looking between the two on the other side of the counter and eased a breath out. "I think the gentleman is old enough to decide for himself."

"With that pretty face of his he could have fooled me." The guy smiled vainly at him and Youngjae had to fight back the urge to cringe.

"Anything else?" Daehyun cut in, voice sharp and a smile all over.

"No thanks, I only got that much time."

And with that Daehyun grabbed his bottles and did what he was best at, Youngjaes eyes following every move in fascination. He didn't know what was so captivating when he was watching Daehyun mix and stir drinks but he never seemed to be able to turn his gaze away.

Daehyun served the nameless man his drink in a mat silver glass, the guy gulped it down and left with a faded goodbye and the whiff of liquor following him. Youngjae didn't mind, he went back to watching people leave and enter the bar, looked at peoples clothes and their faces. Some were happy, smiling, laughing all the time and some were alone, drinking in quiet and a frown would appear after every drink.

"You do know that guy was hittin' on you, right?" Daehyuns drawl filled his ears and Youngjae shifted his eyes away from the young woman and her boyfriend who've been awkwardly sitting next to each other, not knowing whether to touch or not. Fingers playing with glasses and shy eyes glancing up now and then. Youngjae was smiling, it reminded him of his first weeks with Nayeon. 

"What?" Youngjae coughed out, head whirring around. Daehyun was in front of him, on the other side of the counter drying some glasses making Youngjae wonder if he even had the time. "He was just- being friendly. You know, wanting some company." He said, folding his hands on the counter.

"Sure, if you say so."

It seemed weird that even though people seemed to leave as the hours ticked by, the noise seemed to be growing. Youngjae soon learned that it was because the remaining occupants were getting steadily drunker. By the time Daehyun sent them on their way to close up, his own mind was spinning the tiniest bit, of course having used up the tempting offer of free drinks for the night. Daehyun closed the bar, keys were tinkling and soon a tired looking Daehyun was leaning over the barrier between them.

"You got any special favors or should I just get on with it? Workin' the magic and all, right?" He chuckled a bit, the seemingly tired eyes were gleaming and before Youngjae could even look the older one was making all sorts of fancy drinks, sliding them over to Youngjae with a quirked brow.

"... but maybe you just need to put some more stuff up on there, y'know, publish a few more things before you get feedback." Daehyun said, voice drowsy and eyes a little heavy but he was good. A lot better than Youngjae who'd been rambling about his literature assignments for a good thirty minutes now. The boys eyes were fluttering close every now and then, a crimson blush was painted all over his high cheeks and he didn't seem to be able to form any longer sentence anymore. Pretty, Daehyun thought.

"I might, it's stupid anyways."

"It's not." Daehyun wanted to reach out to Youngjae, caress the soft looking cheek, pinch the flawless skin.

He didn't.

Youngjae didn't know when or how it became so cold all of a sudden, but he could hear cars driving somewhere in the distance and lights flicker above his head, his footsteps echoed as if walking in a closed hall and an arm was slung around his waist. His right side was pressed up against someone, making him all warm and fuzzy and leaving the other side cold, his own arm slung around himself.

"C'mon, it's gonna be warm in the car." Daehyuns voice was somewhat far away, ringing in his ears and everything around him was turning and spinning. He was gently lifted and placed on a seat, the smell of leather and new invading his senses. Youngjae heard doors shutting close and someone shifting next to him in the drivers seat. "Youngjae." Someone touched his shoulder, shaking it slowly. "Youngjae. Where do you live?" The hand didn't leave him, moved a little closer to his neck, leaving sparks down his spine. He was too tired to speak.

"You're tiring me out." Daehyun sighed, smiling, starting the engine and suddenly everything was warmer. Youngjae opened his eyes for a moment, radiant lights were flashing by, luminous, beautiful. The spinning grew less and less with the minutes and when the car pulled in, Youngjae made out the same condo he had left almost a month ago. They entered the elevator after a clicking sound echoed in the parking lot.

Youngjae could walk, he thought, balancing himself was only a little difficult once they stood still and the iron doors opened on their own. Daehyun gently tugged on Youngjaes wrist, leading the tipsy boy to his apartment. The two of them stumbled into the cozy flat, the room being as huge as Youngjae remembered and he pulled his arm to himself, tripping over until he reached the couch, hearing Daehyun clicking several buttons and the lights and heating went on.

Soft steps were heard from where Youngjae was half lying down, a snicker followed and a warm presence was close to him.

"Cute."

Youngjae didn't hear much, he was drowning out every other sound except the one from his own heartbeat, slowly evening out his breathing.

Minutes passed, maybe even hours but Youngjaes head was clearer now, still spinning but he was fine. 

"You know," Youngjae didn't know if Daehyun was already asleep but he could still hear the older breathing close to him. "I never really liked drinking. 'S ridiculous being drunk twice." Youngjae stopped, resting his head on the couch. "Twice in a month. I wasn't allowed to drink with friends. Always just stayed home. Y'know how boring that was?"

Silence. Daehyun was there. He was listening but he didn't know what to say. Daehyun was facing Youngjae, who was lying on his side splayed over the sofa, legs dangling down uncomfortably.

"Boring, I was never doin' anything. Jaebum was always out, picking up random girls. Just for fun he said." Youngjae was only slurring his words now and Daehyun didn't seem to be able to avert his eyes from the younger. "I'm worried because, like, what if I never find the right girl?"

Silence. Daehyun all of a sudden felt guilt wash over him, thinking of calling Jongup to ask if maybe he could get Youngjaes address from Junhong or Jaebum. Just to get Youngjae home, out of here.

"It must be so easy for you." Youngjae sighed, head lolling to look at Daehyun who was half kneeling next to him. "Like, you're hot and like did you see that girl earlier, like I'm sure you could get all the girls you want."

Youngjae was making him speechless, Daehyun hoped the smile creeping on his face wasn't to weird and he decided he sort of really liked a tipsy Youngjae. They sat there, Daehyun pondering over what to do with Youngjae, the younger making him feel helpless. It was stupid to like Youngjae, of course it was but he couldn't really help it. Everything he had been thinking about since the moment he had seen Youngjae sitting in the bar with his cute doe eyes and adorable button nose was him. Him, him, him. Rosy lips, delicate hands and a shock of black hair.

"Daehyun." Youngjae breathed out, eyes shutting tiredly.

"Yeah?"

"What time is it?"

Confused, Daehyun stretched his neck, looking at the digital clock on the television receiver. "Already Saturday." Daehyun answered, looking over his shoulder to see Youngjaes eyes go wide for a second and a small smile found its way on his lips before he closed his eyes.

"Hey, it's my birthday." And the next thing Daehyun knew, Youngjae was breathing evenly and his chest was slowly rising and sinking. The older stood up, searching for a few blankets and pulled them over Youngjae before settling down next to him on the couch.

"Happy Birthday."

Youngjae stirred up from his deep slumber, rain pouring and pattering against the windows and the continuous ringing of a Music Soulchild song coming from his back pocket, waking him up. Jaebums name was beaming up at him from the screen of his phone and Youngjae couldn't fathom why he was calling at such an ungodly hour, only for him to see it was already noon and Jaebum and Junhong had called him about 20 times. Well .

"Hello?"

"WHERE ARE YOU? Junhong and I have tried calling you a million times, we're in front of your flat and there's this guy who's apparently Yongguk and he and Junhong are bonding already so where the are you, you dumb piece of I made a cake for you."

Daehyun rouse from the dozen blankets and looked confused at Youngjae, who was biting on his nails nervously and an expression of guilt was gracing his soft features. Daehyun though, couldn't quite focus on that because a bare faced Youngjae with bed hair and sleep drunken eyes was one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen.

"I'm at Daehyuns." Youngjae said, voice all groggy and his eyes darted over to the older who was now sitting upright and looked at him with questioning eyes, Youngjae forming Jaebum with his lips and Daehyun nodded.

"You're at- god damn it, Youngjae." Jaebum snapped, Youngjae cold hear Junhong on the other line and rustling sounds. "Okay, we'll get Jongup to get us there. See you." And Jaebum hung up.

"So... what about breakfast? You hungry?" Daehyun asked, pulling the blankets off of himself to place them in the drawer under the coffee table.

"Nah, the others are coming soon to, I guess kill me and then throw a cake into my face."

"Okay, so we'll just have cake for breakfast." Daehyun chuckled, roaming around a little and setting the counter in his kitchen with silverware, acknowledging Youngjaes help with a timid smile.

Everything was all shy smiles and nods, Youngjae thanking Daehyun for letting him use his shower and borrowing a clean shirt which was a little bit too big for him, especially around the arms.

Daehyun turned the TV on and neither of them spoke much until the doorbell rang, Youngjae telling Daehyun to open the door because he was afraid that Jaebum would really throw the cake into his face. It nearly ended with Daehyun having a face full of cake but fortunately Yongguk stopped Jaebum and Junhong from it.

"You punk!" Jaebum screeched, hugging Youngjae who'd been hiding behind Daehyuns broad back. "I was honestly worried."

"Sorry."

"I bet you're not, you've been sleeping in this freaking mansion of an apartment whilst we were freaking out about the possibility of you being kidnapped."

Youngjae sighed, smiling at Jaebum and leaving his embrace only to get crushed by Yongguk and Junhong, Jongup trailing behind them and closing the door.

"Let the birthday kid live." Daehyun laughed, everyone settling down around the rather spacious counter which was a substitute for a real dinner table Daehyun professed. The older ones hand lingered on Youngjaes back for a second before guiding him to sit down.

Everyone was all smiles and it seemed as if Yongguk fit perfectly into their little group, chatting lively with Junhong who had a sweet expression all over. Weirdly, everything Youngjae remembered from that day was Daehyuns smile, teeth baring, cheeks high, eyes formed into crescents, making him look like a cat. His touches were gentle, barely there at all. Youngjae didn't know if it was the older one or the feeling of being cared of that made his insides all fuzzy.

"I'm so sorry again." Youngjae said, after closing the door behind Jongup who'd been last to leave. But Daehyun just smiled, bright and genuine and Youngjae swore his cheeks were blanketed by a rosy shade of pink.

"Now you gotta treat me to dinner, that's the second time you drunkenly slept over." His words were cocky,  yet Youngjae knew better now, Daehyun wasn't like this.

Daehyun is like the sun, sometimes there and sometimes clouds were obscuring him. 

"We'll see. I- better get going now. See you." Youngjae waved, stepping out and looking back to see Daehyun leaning on the door frame with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Youngjae flushed a deep red, his cheeks were hot when he pushed the button in the elevator and holy .

He was actually embarrassed by Daehyun smiling at him.

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soz if the ending seemed a lil bit rushed

I made this longer than usual to make up for the super long time I didn't update:(( thanks to my lovely friend for helping me with this i love u~

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