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weirdkpopgirl · 9 months

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Burden | Dream Reaction #11

Reaction: When their gf feels like a burden to them

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, dark thoughts, mental health issues

Word Count: 3593k

Author's Note: This reaction was requested by an anon, which I am very grateful for. I feel like the theme for this reaction is pretty common in my stories. So I tried my best to come up with different scenarios and not sound too repetitive. Writing this story made me think of how all the members of NCT Dream are such sweethearts, honestly. I hope you guys like this and please feel free to request more! Thank you for reading ^ ^

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MARK

Lately, there’s been this growing distance between you and Mark. You hated yourself for feeling this way because Mark was nothing short of the perfect boyfriend. He treated you with kindness and respect. He didn’t hesitate to show his feelings for you and cared for you in ways that no one else in your life has.

But you were someone who carried a lot of insecurities. Frequently, you found yourself pondering if you were truly worthy of Mark's affection. He was constantly busy with his back-and-forth schedules between 127 and Dream. Yet he still made the time to call you and ask how your day went. You felt like you didn’t deserve him.

One evening, you were engaging in a deep conversation with Taeyong at the 127 dorm. As the leader figure of the group, you sometimes found yourself confiding in the male when it came to concerns about your relationship. Unbeknownst to you, Mark happened to be present at the dorm that evening, and as he walked down the hallway, he overheard your voice drifting from the living room.

“I don’t know…Mark is so sweet and loving,” you spoke with uncertainty, as you held a couch pillow close to your chest.“Sometimes I can’t help but feel like I’m a burden to him.”

He observed Taeyong place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “(Y/n), you’re an amazing girlfriend and Mark cares about you a lot. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” he tried to reassure you.

You let out a sigh, “I know…but I just can’t shake the feeling that I’ll never be good enough for him.”

Mark genuinely had no idea you were feeling this way. He’d stay up the rest night, replaying your words in his head. You were so important to Mark, and he couldn’t bear the thought of his life without you. Knowing that you felt so insecure saddened him deeply.

A few days later you received a text from Mark, asking you to meet him at the studio. The message felt somewhat random, but you headed to his company building, unsure of what to expect.

When you walked into the studio, Mark was sitting on the sofa with a guitar in hand. At first, you were confused until his fingers began strumming to a familiar tune.

“Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they’re not shinin’. Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying,” he sang softly. “She’s so beautiful, and I tell her every day.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, finding it almost surreal that Mark Lee was serenading you with a Bruno Mars song. But the charming smile on his lips didn’t leave as he finished the first verse.

“Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her, she won’t believe me.

And it’s so, it’s so sad to think that she don’t see what I see.”

His fingers continued to strum the instrument as he stood up and walked up to you, singing the chorus with heartfelt emotion.

“When I see your face, there’s not a thing I would change. Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are.” He gazed into your eyes, singing the lyrics with such love and admiration. “And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for awhile. Cause girl you’re amazing, just the way you are.”

Your hands were clasped over your mouth, and tears glistened in your eyes as Mark sang the rest of the song. The raw emotion in his voice and the sweet lyrics touched you deeply, making this moment feel incredibly intimate. The romantic gesture felt so sudden, making you wonder what brought this all on.

After the song finished, Mark gently took your hand in his. “(Y/n), I heard you talking to Taeyong hyung the other day. And I wanted to let you know that you’re never a burden to me.”

You felt a mixture of surprise and gratitude, touched by his openness and the effort he took to address your concerns. The love in his eyes reaffirmed that he meant every word, and a sense of comfort washed over you as he held your hand, grounding you in the present moment.

"I cherish every part of you," Mark continued, his voice unwavering. "In good times and challenging ones, we're in this together. You can always lean on me. I'm here to support you through everything."

His words were like a warm embrace, wrapping around your heart and reaffirming the love you shared. In that moment, you knew that you were truly seen and valued by Mark, and your heart overflowed with love for this incredible person beside you.

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RENJUN

While you were in the kitchen preparing lunch, Renjun was relaxing in the living room. His group had just finished their promotional activities for their latest comeback, leaving him exhausted from the busy schedule. However, you became a bit flustered when you attempted to reach for an ingredient on a top shelf but found yourself unable to reach it.

Sighing in frustration, you stole a glance at Renjun, who was lying on the couch. Perhaps he could lend you a hand with this predicament. But as you started to hesitate when you approached him. His arm covered his eyes, as his chest slowly rose up and down with each slow breath he took. You didn’t want to disturb him when he looked so peaceful.

Renjun’s eyes slowly opened as he watched you walk away. Curious, he stood up from the couch and quietly followed you into the kitchen. The corner of his lips upturned in a small smile when he saw you struggle to get something from the cabinet.

When you felt Renjun extend his arm to retrieve the ingredient for you, you nearly jumped and turned around in surprise.

Renjun looked at you endearingly and said, “You could’ve just asked me, (Y/n).”

“I know, but you were resting and I didn’t want to bother you,” you frowned.

In response to this, Renjun planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “You could never bother me, darling,” he reassured, brushing away a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You blushed at his warm gesture and whispered a "thank you" before returning to what you were doing before. Renjun was truly a sweetheart, and his caring nature never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated.

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JENO

The day had been long and overwhelming. Honestly, you were just glad that it was almost over. All you wanted right now was to be in your boyfriend’s arms. However, when you entered the bedroom, you found Jeno engrossed in a videogame on his computer.

Approaching him quietly, you softly called his name. “Jeno-ssi.”

“Yeah, babe?” He responded, keeping his eyes focused on the screen in front of him.

You felt discouraged when you saw how concentrated he was on his game. Not wanting to bother him, you took a step back. “I—actually, never mind.”

Jeno caught the hesitance in your voice and spun around in his chair. Just as you were walking away, he reached to grab your hand.

“No, babe, what is it?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment now that you had his attention. Even if you tried to brush him off again, you knew he wouldn’t let you go.

“I was going to ask if we could cuddle. but I don’t want to distract you from your game,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze. You couldn’t help but feel silly for wanting something so seemingly small.

Jeno’s eyes softened at your words, and in the next second, you were being pulled into his lap. He loved nothing more than holding you in his arms and pressing kisses into your hair. The idea that you thought he would reject you, puzzled him.

“You can always ask me for cuddles, babe,” he whispered softly, his arms wrapped securely around you. “I love being with you, and I don’t want you to feel like it’s a bother.”

You slowly smiled and allowed your head to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His touch radiated so much comfort and warmth that it seemed to chase away any lingering insecurities or anxious thoughts from earlier. For the remainder of the night, he kept you in his lap as he played his game. Eventually, he retired from the computer and proceeded to cuddle you in the comforts of your bed. Jeno just loved being close to you and he wanted to ensure that you never felt like you were bothering him again.

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HAECHAN

Something didn’t feel right when Haechan entered your apartment. After sliding on the familiar gray slippers you always kept for him, he shuffled through the darkness of your living room. His feet padded down the hallway, guided by the faint glow of light escaping beneath your bedroom door. He paused outside the closed door. Apprehension filled him when he heard your shaky breathing.

Haechan swallowed nervously before raising his hand to the door and lightly tapping his knuckles against the wood. “(Y/n)?” he called out softly. “Is it okay if I come in?”

When he was met with an unsettling silence, his determination urged him to slowly turn the doorknob and gently push open the door. The second he stepped inside his eyes fell on you sitting at the foot of the bed with your head buried in your hands. His heart broke at the sight of your body visibly trembling.

Haechan knew you hated it whenever he found you in this state of vulnerability. When he was present, you often put on a brave face for him. You were always trying to maintain this cheerful facade, even when things were not okay. He understood the effort you made to protect him from your inner struggles. But the thought of you hurting weighed heavily on his heart.

With a small sigh, Haechan closed the door behind him. He noticed you tense up when he approached you cautiously.

“(Y/n),” he started to say, extending his hand towards you in a gesture of comfort.

But you shook your head vigorously and pulled away from him. “Please, just go away Hyuck. I don’t want to see me like this,” you pleaded.

His expression faltered at your attempt to push him away. He could sense the pain and he wasn’t going to let you face it alone.

“(Y/n), whatever it is…just let me be there for you,” he said.

But your head shook again, almost as if your brain was refusing to let Haechan’s words comfort you. Your fists repeatedly banged against your head, the pain momentarily numbing the overwhelming thoughts and emotions within you.

“I’m a mess, Haechan. I’m broken and damaged,” you cried. “I’m…I’m nothing but a burden right now.”

Haechan’s eyes widened with panic and he firmly grabbed your wrists to stop your self-destructive actions. “Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he murmured, trying to calm you down. “Who put those thoughts in your head, huh?”

As more tears cascaded down your cheek, Haechan loosened his grip on one of your hands and gently brushed away the tears with his thumb.

“Look at me, (Y/n),” Haechan whispered. He gently lifted your chin, locking your gaze with his.

“You are not a burden, nor are you broken or damaged,” he said, caressing your cheek. “Please don’t believe those lies your mind tells you.”

His voice was filled with a seriousness that resonated deep within your heart. The tears slowed and your body gradually stopped shaking. Once he was sure you wouldn’t resist, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. His chin rested atop your head, providing security, while his fingers tenderly stroked your hair.

“I know it’s hard for you to see yourself the way I see you,” he continues. “But trust me when I say you’re the strongest person I know, (Y/n).”

The outside world receded as his words sank in. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and surrendered to his comforting embrace. No matter how frequently the inner demons resurfaced, Haechan remained steadfast in banishing them. Within his arms, you never felt safer.

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JAEMIN

Although you woke up this morning with a fever, that didn’t stop you from attending all your morning classes. It wasn’t that big of a deal, and you fully planned to spend the rest of the day in bed. However, when Jaemin sent a text asking if you wanted to come by his dance practice, you couldn’t turn him down. You also knew that if you told Jaemin you were sick, he’d get worried, and you didn’t want that.

Despite you not feeling your best, seeing Jaemin’s smile when you entered the practice room forced you to suck it up. The other members greeted you cheerfully, and their faces lit up when they spotted the bag of food in your hand.

“I missed you so much (Y/n),” Jaemin said. He spun you around in a hug that left you feeling a bit uneasy due to your headache. But you tried to push it off, not wanting to dampen the joyful atmosphere.

As you sat with the boys, you slowly started to realize that you weren't feeling any better. The fatigue and discomfort seemed to intensify, making it challenging to keep up with their energy.

Mark was the first to notice your lack of presence in the group. “Are you okay, (Y/n)? You look a little pale.”

“I—I’m fine. Just a little tired,” You mustered a weak smile as you gathered everyone’s trash to throw away. But as soon as you got up, the room started to spin.

Jaemin and the others stood panicked when they saw you lose balance. Luckily, Jaemin reacted quickly and caught you when your vision blurred out. The new thing you knew, you woke up a few moments later, finding yourself resting on Jaemin’s lap.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” he scolded lightly, stroking your hair. “You scared me.”

Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes made you feel a little guilty. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to be a burden to you,” you mumbled, slowly sitting up with Jaemin’s help.

Your boyfriend sighed and cupped your face in his hands. “No baby! You’re never a burden to me, especially when it comes to your health.”

Jaemin tried to convince you to go home, worried about your well-being. But you insisted on staying, wanting to support him. Throughout the rest of practice, he kept checking up on you. Despite some teasing and complaints from the other members about how disgusting and cute you guys were, you didn’t pay them much attention.

Seeing how much Jaemin cared for you and how attentive he was to your needs made you feel deeply loved and cherished.

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CHENLE

Gift-giving was Chenle’s love language, and it was something you still haven’t adjusted to. While you appreciated the thoughtfulness behind receiving flowers and stuffed animals from your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. You didn’t like him frequently spending money on you when he could save it for something more important. At the end of the day, you understood that this was Chenle’s way of expressing his love and you didn’t want to diminish that.

One afternoon, the two of you were at an outdoor mall on a date. The initial plan was just to do some window shopping. But there was a clothes shop place that Chenle suggested you guys check out. The two of you walked around the store for a bit and there was a dress that caught your eye. It was a simple plaid black dress adorned with white sleeves. The classic design exuded an elegance that matched your fashion style.

However, your interest was forgotten when you picked up the price tag. There was no way you were going to spend so much money on one dress. Chenle noticed your eyes widening and followed your gaze to the dress you were looking at.

“Oh, that would look so cute on you,” he remarked.

You smiled sheepishly and let go of the fabric. “Yeah, but it’s pretty expensive. I don’t think I should buy it.”

Chenle smiled and swung his arm around your shoulder. “Who says you’re buying the dress? Don’t worry baby, I got you.”

A frown immediately tugged at your lips. The idea of him paying already made you feel bad. Even if the dress was nice, you were perfectly fine with not having it.

“Chenle, you don’t have to do that. I’m not worth this,” you said quietly. The carefree expression on Chenle’s face turned to one of confusion.

“What do you mean you’re not worth it?” he asked. “You’re worth every cent of my money and love.”

“But I don’t want to burden you,” you emphasized. “It’s just a dress Chenle, I don’t need it.”

Sighing softly, Chenle cupped your cheeks into his hands, making sure you were looking into his eyes. “Listen here future Mrs. Zhong, you are not a burden or anything of the sort. You’re worthy of anything in this world and I will prove it to you at any cost.”

His words caused heat to rise to your cheeks. But when you lowered your head in embarrassment, Chenle brought your face back up and kissed you. He couldn’t care less about the nearby customers who were now staring at you two.

Feeling even more flustered, you pulled away in surprise. “Zhong Chenle, you can’t just kiss me in front of all these people!”

“Well if you don’t want me to kiss you again, you’re going to come with me to check this out.” Your boyfriend smiled mischievously and took the dress off the rack.

Any more protests from you went ignored, as the boy was already taking your hand and leading you to the checkout area. Chenle was definitely something else, always managing to surprise you with his spontaneous and caring nature. But you were grateful to have such a loving boyfriend. You could always count on him to make you feel like the most special girl in the world.

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JISUNG

He was just roaming around your apartment as you were in the kitchen making instant ramen for the two of you. It was Jisung’s second time visiting, and he wanted to become more familiar with your living space. He wandered into the bedroom, instantly picking up on how everything was so neat and tidy. He smiled when he spotted a framed picture of him on your nightstand. Seeing the photograph there filled him with warmth, knowing that you held him close to your heart.

However, he also noticed a small black journal on your nightstand. Curious, he picked up the object and opened it absentmindedly. His eyes quickly widened in horror as he read the top words on the second page.

It was a list of the things you didn't like about yourself. His heart sank as he saw pages filled with bullet points, each one representing the insecurities you carried within. Dread filled him as he skimmed over the reasons that varied from your looks to what you perceived as flaws.

What hurt him the most was the last one on the bottom, which said: “I am a burden to everyone around me.” The weight of those words hit him like a tidal wave, leaving his heart heavy with a mix of sadness and anguish.

“Jisung what are you—” You entered the room, wondering what he was doing in here.

Your body froze when you saw the notebook clutched tightly in his hands. The sight immediately filled you with panic, uncertain of how much he read.

Jisung glanced up, looking like he was about to cry. “(Y/n), do you really think you’re a burden?”

The sadness in his tone only confirmed your fears and caused a wave of vulnerability to wash over you. You took a hesitant step closer, wanting to reach out and comfort him, yet also feeling exposed and uncertain of how to respond. But when tears began to spill out of Jisung’s eyes, you rushed to his side.

“Baby I—” You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat.

"Was there something I did or said to make you think that?" He fretted, his brows furrowing with genuine concern.

Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around him. “No, you didn’t do anything Jisungie. It’s just me that’s the problem.”

Hearing your confession only made him feel worse. The realization that you had been struggling with these feelings of, and he didn’t know killed him. As your boyfriend, he felt responsible for not being there to show how much you meant to him.

“(Y/n), I…I love you so much,” Jisung cried, his voice muffled against your shirt. “You’re never a burden to me or…or anyone. Please don’t think that way.”

You slowly exhaled, offering soothing pats on the boy’s back as you tried to comfort him. Seeing how deeply upset Jisung was about this surprised you. It took a few minutes for you to get him to stop crying. You rocked him back and forth in your embrace, pressing kisses into his hair and whispering apologies. Once he calmed down, you promised Jisung you’d work on being less critical of yourself and be more open about your feelings with him.

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f9smaragdine · 7 days

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it's my one of comfort song...

Song ; teddy bear by nct dream

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gaystayzennie · 1 month

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I Did Everything I Was Supposed To Do (pt.1)

Haechan x male reader

Summary: Finals week turns out to be the final breaking point for y/n, but luckily Haechan is around right when you need him

Warnings: fluff, some angst: homophobia, allusions to panic disorder, stress

“Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot about the final on Monday. Fuck fuck fuck” Y/n cursed under his breath as he walked as fast as he could toward the entrance to his boyfriend’s place. Y/n had a million things to do the next few days already, and now he had a final to cram for on top of it all. “One thing at a time” he told himself knowing it’s what Hyuck would tell him if they were together right now. He didn’t really listen to this advice of course… especially coming from his own mouth instead of his cute adorable boyfriend.Oh God. I wish he was here so bad. But Haechan was still at the dance studio and would be for the next several hours. That’s why y/n was even entering Haechan’s apartment right now in the first place; Daegal needed to be taken out while Haechan was gone.

He HAD to have his stupid extra long dance rehearsal today of course. On the day where he already had to finish a ton of assignments and now cram for a test. Y/n quickly threw his backpack on the ground and sprinted over to daegal scooping her up before she even knew what was happening. While he waited for Daegal to do her business and walk around a little, y/n got back to planning his study schedule in his head. If I start by studying for the exam… I can trade every 45 minutes from cramming to working on the lab report for my other class. Fuck! That depends on whether the others ever filled in their data. Ok so I’ll save that for the end and work on the PowerPoint instead even though it’s due the longest from now. As long as I cut myself off at around 1:00 am, that should be enough sleep to take the exam at 9:30 the next day. It was going to be a rough night, but y/n decided he’d just have to work away and hope for the best.

Y/N went back inside and scooped his backpack up again to go work in Hyuck’s bedroom. He found the smell of his boyfriend clinging to the room to be extremely comforting and he hoped it would help him stay calm and focused on his work. He opened up his laptop to the lecture notes for the exam and began skimming them for any confusing topics that jumped out at him. What the? I only know like 2 of these concepts?? I’m screwed. Y/N new from plenty of old tests that it would only make things worse if he worried about it now, and feeling himself start to panic, he decided to work on the PowerPoint instead. He figured he should just finish all his other assignments so that he could then spend the entire rest of the night studying.

An hour into working on the PowerPoint y/n’s phone buzzed. He opened it to find a message from one of his lab partners that read “hey y/n I’m really sorry but I’m actually boarding a plane right now so I’m not gonna be able to finish my part of the lab. Maybe you can ask [partner name 2] for her data? I think she got mine down too.”

Y/n: “I’ll ask her.”

Partner 1: “KK.”

“Gotta go, sorry again!”

Partner 2: “Shit. I don’t have her values either y/n. I’m pretty sure that part of the lab was online though, so one of us can just do the lab at home right now.”

“Oh wait actually, I have to take both of my finals on Monday. It’s due Tuesday right? So I won’t have time to do her part. Y/n any chance you can do it?”

Y/n: “ I only have one midterm tomorrow… I guess I can do it if no one else can.”

Partner 2: “Ur the best bro! Tysm <3”

Y/n: …

Fuck me. How am I supposed to do [p/n 1]’s work for them on top of everything else? Y/n barely had enough time to do all his work as it was. And he had done all of HIS work on the lab already too. He thought he’d just quickly analyze his partner’s data and then turn it in… but no. This is totally unfair. I have more work than either of them, and I’m doing their work for them too on top of it all. Y/n’s eyes grew misty for a second threatening to turn into tears, but y/n shook his head hard and the urge to cry went away for now. He had to get back to— wait no. He needed to cook dinner. With no Hyuck home to cook dinner like usual, he was going to starve if he didn’t make something for himself. Standing up quickly y/n smacked his arm on Hyuck’s dresser skinning it in the process. Great. Now he was bleeding. And it had gotten on his white shirt too. Except it wasn’t his shirt, it was his boyfriend’s shirt that he had borrowed. Y/n was this close to screaming in frustration, but stripped off the shirt quickly and made his way to the bathroom to clean the spot before it stained. And of course, he needed to throw it in the washer if he really didn’t want it to stain, and that meant he should really just do all of Haechan’s laundry now. So heart now racing in a slight panic, y/n gathered the laundry and started the cycle as quickly as possible so that he could start on dinner.

Opting for the most time efficient option, y/n grabbed some pasta and left it to boil while he got back to work for a few minutes. There sure was a lot on his mind now between the pasta he was cooking, Daegal (who he suddenly remembered needed to be fed as well), the lab report, the final exam in a day, Haechan’s laundry that still needed to be dried, folded, and put away, and the millions of other things he needed to get done before going home to his family at the end of the week. And the trip home would be another ordeal that required a lot of planning and prep work. Y/n had a lot of problems at home due to his conservative family and their recent discovery that he was dating Haechan. But that’s silly. I shouldn’t worry about that right now. And it’s not like it’s anything new knowing they all disapprove of my “lifestyle choice”. That’s old news, and I need to focus on this. Y/n went back to his multitasking and eventually got Daegal fed, the laundry in the dryer, and got a good portion of the lab done.

At 10:30 y/n finally felt satisfied with the PowerPoint and had finished collecting most of the data his partner was supposed to do. So he went to wash all the dishes he had left out at dinner and put away the leftovers as a quick study break. He smiled at the pasta he’d saved for Haechan knowing it would make his boyfriend’s day to find food ready for him after a long night of dance practice. When he walked back into Hyuck’s bedroom to finish the lab, he noticed several notifications on his phone again.

Mom: Hey you’re coming home on Wednesday right? You’ll be done with finals week by then?

Dad: Hey y/n you better have a gift ready for your mother when you come home on Tuesday. She’s still pretty upset about Haechan, so you should really try to make her feel better.

Bro: Dude mom and dad are pissed cuz dad thought you were coming home Tuesday after your final, and then mom told him you said Wednesday. So he flipped and said you were probably staying longer to fuck Haechan or something

Y/N: I told them both Wednesday. I AM spending Tuesday night at Hyuck’s place. But I just wanted a night to relax before immediately coming home

Don’t tell them that… just say I’m busy or something

Bro: sorry bro, that’s not gonna work. You better come home Tuesday or they’re gonna make the trip absolute hell for you

Y/N: fuck ok fine, I’ll make it work

Y/n was getting more and more stressed by the second. And now he wouldn’t even get any sort of buffer between finals week and seeing his family. And fuck he had that feeling in his head- that feeling of anxiety setting in- making him slightly dizzy and his chest tight. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna have a panic attack. I know it’s coming. Should I call Hyuck? He should be on his way home by now anyway right? Ok fuck. Yeah he should call his boyfriend. Maybe he could talk him through it. He prayed he was right and Hyuck would actually answer his phone, and to his relief, Hyuck answered right away.

“y/n! I’m on my way home and practice went pretty well! I think the show is going to be really good this quarter. Have you made dinner yet? And how’s the studying going?” He was so excited to hear his y/n ie’s voice on the phone. “Hyuck.” Y/n felt the lump in his throat form and wasn’t able to get out the rest of your words as he broke into tears. “Y/n? What’s wrong love? Are you ok?” No words came out of y/n as he began to hyperventilate. Haechan could hear y/n’s shallow breathing and put together that he must be having a panic attack. He assured y/n he’d be there in the next ten minutes and stayed on the phone with him until he rushed through the door exactly ten minutes later, Immediately making his way over to y/n huddled in the corner of his bed crying and hyperventilating. From past experience he knew y:n liked him to stay close until he was able to calm down and talk.

Haechan slowly climbed into the bed, sliding his body between your back and the bed frame, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting bear hug. “I’ve got you y/n. I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere.” Y/n began shaking in Haechan’s arms unable to fully process what was happening with his mind completely taken over by panic at this point. Haechan rested his chin on y/n’s soft hair and hummed a song. Y/n did his best to focus on the light vibrations on his head from Haechan’s tune. “I’ll just talk about my day a little too ok y/n? Squeeze my hand if you’d like that.” Y/n’s eyes remained squeezed tight, and his body was still trembling, but he gives Haechan’s hand a light squeeze back. “Ok love. Let’s see… I saw Jungwoo today! I know he’s your favorite dance major right? He was really cool to watch, you were right! He might even be more charismatic than me” he teased. Y/n didn’t laugh out loud or acknowledge him, but he appreciated Hyuck trying to lighten the mood. “I spent most of the night working on my duet with Mark though. They have us doing this really acrobatic hiphop song and it’s a lot of work. I’ve memorized all the footwork though. It was kind of funny watching Mark struggle with it more than me for once honestly. Next time you should tag along and watch. When it’s not finals week of course!” He adds, giving a small pec to your forehead.

“Is that why you’re stressed by the way? Finals?” He doesn’t really expect y/n to give any responses yet. But much to his surprise you shake your head in response. “No. More.” Y/n says quietly, starting to breath a little more evenly. “What else baby? What’s stressing you out.”

“Everything!” Y/n exclaims. “So much. TOO much” y/n squeaks out bursting into more tears. Haechan gently shushes you and squeezes his arms tighter around your body and begins planting little kisses all over your head to comfort you. “It’s ok y/n. It’s ok.” Hyuck can feel y/n’s body body relax a tiny bit despite his sobs. Y/n spins around melting into Haechan and burying his face in his chest

To be continued…

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neophele · 1 year

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How They Comfort You When You're Anxious – NCT Dream Headcanon

This is absolute self-indulgence at this point. I need a Mark in my life I hope any other anxious and sensitive dreamzens out there are having a good night ;-; <3 Words: ~1k Genre: Fluff, comfort, headcanon Warnings: mentions of anxiety, nothing too specific though c:

Mark

Absolute sweetheart… would not let his arm leave your side as soon as he noticed you feeling bad, and would be whispering comforting words in your ear for the next several hours, even after you finally felt okay again. He’d hate seeing you feeling bad, but all of the comfort wrapped in a person called Mark would be there for you, no matter what the problem—simply holding you, softly easing you down from that knife’s edge of nerves with his gentle words and sweet-tempered touches. And he has the best words, somehow, no matter the situation. Even if he’s rambling complete nonsense, it makes perfect sense in contrast to your spiralling thoughts, countering any and every fearful tangent your brain tries to take you down. The perfect man. I think he’d just be the biggest sweetheart and look after an anxious partner so patiently.

Renjun

Incredibly practical about it! Brings you water and your favourite snacks, and rubs your back with soothing little circles to ease the tension in your body. If you’re out in public, he’ll hold your hand and let you squeeze his as much as you need, thumb tracing comforting patterns on your hand to try and focus you on something else. In private, however, he’d be much more hands-on – very literally. He would hold you, either sitting across from you and clasping both your hands in his or hugging you from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist, focusing your breathing and slowly counting the seconds until your lungs evened out. Tethers you back to the physical sensations of reality to draw you from those dark thoughts, and when you’re finally feeling a little bit better, absolutely insists you eat your favourite food or at least some kind of warm drink to bring back the internal balance you need at that moment.

Jeno

He might be a little bit slow to pick up on your feelings at first, not realising your reticence is coming from anxiety rather than the usually quiet, loving moments you fall so easily into. Once he does pick up on it and overcomes that moment of oh my god, what do I do, however, he holds you and reassures you that absolutely nothing can get to you whilst he is there. Tells you he’s strong enough to fight away any of those fearful thoughts you have and gives you the biggest smiles with his crescent eyes, such a contrast to the muscular body hidden away under his jumper. Speaking of jumpers, he’d wrap you up in one of his, finding the biggest, cosiest clothes that smelt perfectly of him and tugging you into bed so you could lie on his chest and listen to his heart’s rhythm keeping you in time with reality until you can’t help but fall asleep in his arms.

Haechan

Somehow, Haechan would be the perfect balance of comforting and entertaining. He’d say anything and everything to distract you, doing anything to make you laugh and just pull you out of that deep well of anxiety. Hugs you and strokes your hair, kissing every open patch of skin he can find. As soon as you're able to voice your fears, he listens, denying any anxious thought that ever crossed your mind and reminding you how perfect you are. It might come across a little patronising, but only because he wants to show how completely unfounded your fears are. A huge believer in comfort food, ordering your favourite take out or a sweet dessert and sitting you between his legs whilst watching something light-hearted, spoon-feeding you with silly noises and playful commentary on your chosen entertainment.

Jaemin

Looks at you with those big eyes and wants to hear every worry on your mind. He’d never tell you that your thoughts were silly or unfounded, no matter the anxiety. Would simply listen until the root of your problems were unearthed and rationalise in a perfectly unpredictable Jaemin way how you needn’t fear anything. He’d want you to be able to cope on your own and would absolutely try and instil secure thoughts in your mind, especially when you weren’t anxious – so in the darkest moments, even if he weren’t there, you would be able to find strength within yourself. Other than that, he would want you to feel physically comfortable, so he would suggest a warm shower or bath where he washes your hair and massages you gently, followed by wrapping you up in a soft blanket and feeding you little nibbles of something sweet, all the while keeping those round eyes of his perfectly in line with yours.

Chenle

Chenle would have the instinct to listen and deny any anxious thoughts you had, though would also realise that somehow these things can’t be rationalised away. He would want to cook you something comforting and warm, homemade and full of love. Would also offer to buy you anything he could to make you smile. A little ring to twist on your finger to dispel some anxious energy? Yours. A soft toy to hold while you curl up in a ball? Yours. A way-too-big jumper to hide away in when the world is too much? Yours. Sings you a little song or plays something gentle on a piano (even if it’s just an app on his phone) to quieten down the sirens in your head. Wants to ease you through the anxious moments as smoothly as possible, knowing that they’re bound to come up at some point, but also knowing that means they will leave as well.

Jisung

At first, he’d have no idea what to do. Seeing you anxious and scared would just send him into a momentary meltdown, much like Jeno, but in an instant, he’d be hugging you, keeping you close to him and gently stroking your head as if to smooth out those little blips in your brain. He asks you what you want or need, and if you can’t answer, brings you a favourite hoodie of his and some of your favourite snacks, all ready to put your favourite comforting show or music on so you can hold him whilst distracting yourself from whatever’s chasing you at that moment. Despite all the effort into finding your most comforting favourites, he gets distracted by continuing to speak whatever words come to his mind, anything that could possibly ease your soul and make you feel more at home in your trembling body. It works, too, whatever he says punctuated with soothing strokes against your head, pulling you back to the reality that is the loving embrace of Jisung.

#nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream headcanons #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions #nct fluff #nct headcanons #nct mark fluff #renjun fluff #jeno fluff #jaemin fluff #haechan fluff #chenle fluff #jisung fluff #eeeekkk maybe i would die a thousand times if it meant i could have mark comforting me in even just one of those lives ....#mark lee best boy agenda

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mystic-hyuck · 1 year

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9:02pm - lee donghyuck

warning: mentions of a bad day, crying

His ears pricked up the moment he heard the door open. He immediately paused the TV and looked over at you. “Y/N! How was your day?” He asked excitedly. Haechan’s enthusiasm at any hour was your source of sunlight, your fuel for the day. But now it was just breaking your heart knowing that you wouldn’t be able to reciprocate it that night.

“It was fi-fine,” you cursed under your breath as your voice broke, alerting Haechan even more as his expression narrowed, concerned. He stood from his place on the couch as he made his way over to you. As he took your hands into his he furrowed his brow further with worry as he noticed the attempt of a smile that barely reached your eyes and the telltale red painted across your cheeks. It was the undeniable sign you’d been crying.

He reached up to cup your cheek. “Are you okay darling? Why are you trying to hide it from me?” The second question was sterner, a gentle encouragement for you to tell the truth.

You could only reply with a sniffle, trying to hold back the dam of fresh tears threatening to appear. His heart broke at the sight of it, and he immediately pulled you into his arms, wrapping them tightly around your shoulders. He pressed kisses into your hair, gently running his hand up and down your back comfortingly. “It’s okay Y/N, I’m here, I’ve got you. You’re allowed to cry with me.”

You couldn’t hold them back any longer at your boyfriends comforting words, and soon enough your shoulders were shaking with sobs. Haechan continues to rub your back softly, offering whispered praises and reassurances every now and then. Only when your tears began to die down did he pull away from the embrace, wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks softly with his thumb. “Come on, I think it’s time for you to get some sleep.”

He gently pulled you into your shared room, and patiently encouraged you to change into your pyjamas. Once you were changed, Haechan coaxed you into bed, wrapping one arm around your waist and using his hand to pull your head to his chest. The sound of his heartbeat calmed you down as you focused on the feeling of being in his arms, his warmth comforting you.

“I’m so proud of you, my love. Please don’t hide your emotions from me. Get some sleep and we can talk in the morning.”

It was in that moment you realised Haechan’s arms were your safe place.

A/N: I’m so sorry this is all over the place and weird for my first timestamp it was written on my phone in the middle of the night. Please let me know if you enjoy these timestamps and thank you for reading lovelies <3

#haechan x reader #nct timestamps #timestamp #nct hurt/comfort #haechan x reader hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #tw: bad day #comfort #fluffy haechan #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck x reader fluff #haechan x reader fluff #nct fluff

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reidlover13 · 10 months

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I’m Here Love - Haechan

TW - depression, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of not eating

You laid in bed staring out the window of your small apartment window. You don’t remember when it started to get bad just that it was and you felt completely helpless. Things just started to slowly go downhill for you until it was all too much. Your straight A’s went to C’s and you stopped going to the gym and stop caring about what you were eating or if you even did. You got into a pretty bad argument with your mom about school and that just made things worse. To stop your swirling thoughts and the headaches about your grades you began to drink. You stopped caring and went out partying each night coming home in the early morning hours. It had been a few days since you have been able to talk to your boyfriend Haechan who was on tour currently. Each time he called to check in with you you lied, said everything was fine. Most days you went out drinking during the night and slept all day and this continued for a while until eventually you lost all the energy to even go out. You started to order delivery food most days and stayed in the same clothes. You ignored your friends texts to hang out and put on a brave voice for your short calls with Haechan. Before you knew it you were stuck in bed unable to get up. You weren’t physically unable to but mentally. You would wake up stare out the window until night and go back to bed. Haechan got too busy and couldn’t make his daily calls which made you miss him so much more. Normally when things started to go bad for you he was there and helped you get back on track. You had been diagnosed with depression but the episodes were sporadic and ranged in intensity. This was the worst it had been in years. Eventually your friend got tired of you not answering and decided to show up at your apartment. When they got no response they went in (they had a key for emergencys) and when they walked in they immediately knew what had been going on. The delivery bags all over the place and the beer bottles that filled the trash and were all over the counter. They felt bad that they didn’t check on you earlier but you were know to go radio silent for a few days when you got stressed. They walked into your room and sat on the bed. “Hey” they said in a gentle tone. You just stared out your window. “I’m gonna clean up out there and make you some food, Haechan should be coming back soon but I’ll let him know” They said and left. Haechan felt his phone vibrate and opened it to see the text your friend sent him. -She needs you- is all the text said. Haechan knew and made a point to get to you as soon as he landed. Later that night Haechan landed and headed to your apartment getting there in half the time it should have taken him. “She up yet?” He asked as he entered the apartment seeing your friend picking up the beer bottles. “Hasn’t moved since I got here or eaten” they responded. He walked to your room and crouched down to get face level with you who was still staring out the window. “Hey” he said stroking your hair. You looked at him his eyes full of worry. “I’m sorry” You said as you began to cry. “Hey its okay, I’m here to help” he said. He got you out of bed and helped you shower and change. You two ate dinner together in your bedroom with a movie on. You didn’t eat much but he was proud of you the same. It was getting late and you snuggled up to Haechan who held you close. “I love you” you said. “ I love you more” He said. As you began to drift off the last thing you heard was “I’m here love” and you fell asleep in Haechans arms.

#haechan #nct #nct imagines #nct127 #nctdream #nct hyuck #hyuck x reader #lee donghyuck #haechan nct #comfort #hurt/comfort #angst

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jaehunnyy · 2 years

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A/N: This fic is for @daegall's 1k event, so enjoy a little oneshot with Hyuck ♡ I had fun writing for this event, Sunnyyy! Also, thank you @sungbeam for your suggestions to make this fic better, i appreciate it a lot ♡

The beginning of an end

Genre: best friends-to-lovers!au, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck × reader

Warnings: one curse word

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You were comfortably seated on your bed, cuddling a fluffy pillow to your chest while binge watching the newest season of Stranger Things. You were scared, to say the least, mentally digging for a magic spell to bring someone next to you to ease your fear. Right when you were about to calm yourself a little, a loud thud on your window startled you, freezing you in your place. A second one came not long after, and you swore your whole neighbourhood heard you scream when a hand pressed against the cold glass. You grabbed the most dangerous object you found then: the tv remote, prepared to throw it if things took the wrong route.

However, a very familiar laugh made you frown, eyebrows brought together in an angry furrow. A few seconds after, a gray, platinum-colored head appeared in the window, the boy's giggles even louder than before. Honey skin on full display, adorned with sweet, brown dots, accompanied by the pearly white of his teeth, and the view was enough to have your heart jolting in joy and excitement. But you didn't plan on giving up so easily with the desire for revenge eating your gut.

"Hyuck, you almost killed me! What the fuck's wrong with you?" You screamed at your best friend, trying hard to keep yourself steady while he engulfed your body in a bear hug.

"Oh, don't tell me you got scared! Actually, that's what you deserve." He threw a smirk at you, your eyes widening at his words.

"What's that supposed to mean? Mind elaborating?"

"You were watching Stranger Things all alone, complaining about getting scared, while I was on my couch, waiting for you to call me. Tsk tsk."

Being so close to him brought a crimson red blush to your cheeks, painting them in the color of a pure, unrequited love. Thus, you couldn't bring yourself to confess to him. You knew Hyuck since you were babies, and you couldn't imagine your life without him. His friendship was more than enough, or so you wanted to believe.

"Just… think about using the door next time." You grumbled, hugging him after all the teasing you two bore. He jokingly ruffled your hair, before occupying your bed like it was his own.

"I'm hungry. Let's cook something." His soft voice resonated again, the proposal making you squirm in happiness. You loved cooking, especially when it came to cooking with your best friend.

"Pancakes for the win. The last one to get to the kitchen is a loser." You winked at him and, with this being said, you made your way to the kitchen, running for your life.

Haechan sulked at your childish behavior, complaining about how you made him get up from the bed right after he finished settling up, but also about how you started before he could even move—cheater. Yet he couldn't say no to his lovely bestie; furthermore, he was the one proposing the cooking part. Still, his lazy antics didn't hesitate to show, body leaning against the kitchen counter while you were already mixing some ingredients. And he stared, and stared, until your patience consumed completely.

"Aren't you gonna help?" you asked, irritated.

"No, I'm good."

You couldn't hold yourself back anymore, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it right in his face, making him gasp in shock and disbelief. After seeing his white, flour coated face, you couldn't help but burst into laughter, the bright sound cheering up the whole kitchen.

"Actually, that's what you deserve," you spat through the chortling, mocking his words.

"Is this how we're playing? Okay, Y/N. Watch your back."

You couldn't stop laughing, but he had his evil plans to stop you. Haechan crossed his arms to his chest, his pink lips forming a pout, followed by the moody silence he was trying hard to maintain. He pretended to leave the kitchen, but then the unexpected happened. The white dust hit your face too, and your smiley expression was crushed, in exchange for a flabbergasted one, your eyes now piercing through his soul. He was the one giggling now, index finger pointing at the defeat on your face.

"No more need for pancakes, you are the pancake."

You tried hiding your smile at his stupid attempt to joke, wiping the excess of flour on your face with your hand, blowing it in his direction. "We are the pancakes, Hyuckie."

He approached you, the tension between the two of you growing fastly. He loved the way your lips curled when pronouncing his name, the diminutive triggering the well hidden butterflies in his chest. Your friendship was like a flower, constantly needing loyalty and trust to stay alive. And you wished the flower of your friendship never died… but when you had him so close to your face, it was getting hard not to break the pure bond between the two of you with a kiss.

And he seemed to think about the same thing, but unlike you, he didn't care anymore.

He put his hand on your waist, carefully pulling you closer to him, heart to heart. His lips touched yours slowly, and you could already feel a new flower blooming between the two of us, the flower of love. Shyly circling his neck with your hands, you kissed him back, full of admiration and unspoken feelings. He left a final kiss on your nose, before leaning his forehead on yours, his shiny orbs gazing at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen.

"Let's not screw up our friendship, Hyuck…" you whispered, not wanting to ruin the sweet moment.

"We won't screw it up, darling. We'll just turn it into something more beautiful and meaningful. I like you a lot," he smiled, hugging you softly.

You blushed once again, his words making your heart jump in your chest, surrounded by the delightful feeling of warmth, his hug making you happier than ever. No one could ever understand you the way he did, and having him as your boyfriend as well made your wish come true completely.

"I like you too, Hyuckie. I can fairly say that I'm in love with you."

Your lips touched once again, the sweet scent of love blooming in the kitchen, ingredients long forgotten. If someone would have told you years ago that you will end up with your best friend, you would have laughed in their face for ages; but now, you wouldn't want it any other way. And here you were, living your best life with your once—best friend by your side.

#daegall 1k event #nct dream #nct dream × reader #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck imagines #haechan x reader #haechan fluff #bff2l #soft #comfort #haechan oneshot

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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hi!! i wanna request prompts #75 - #88 with fluff!!

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff

warnings. not proofread as usual, haechan loves yn’s boobs

prompts: #75 “you can shower with me if you wash my hair” and #88 “you’re driving me crazy here”

prompt list | series masterlist | taglist

you had just stepped in the shower, the warm water cascading down your calves as you reach to close the shower curtains. allowing your shoulders down to get wet under the shower head.

it was a long day for you. you had cleaned your entire apartment, something that needed to be done. then after, you had cooked yourself dinner for yourself and haechan whenever he comes home. and then you had gotten a text from one of your classmates asking if you’ve done the lab that was due a minute before midnight.

panic sets in, because you haven’t done the lab. you’re careless self forgot about it, being occupied with other things and thoughts. so without getting to eat your freshly cooked dinner, you ran to your room to sit yourself on your desk and half ass a lab that was due in five hours. you had managed to finish an hour before twelve, not giving a care in the world about the half ass lab report you had written off topic in the middle of it. it was done. it was turned in. and it’s none of your worries now, well, until it’s graded that is.

“baby?” your sweet, loving, boyfriend’s voice entered the bathroom, seeing his almost invisible silhouette from inside the shower curtain.

you hum in response, standing under the hot water, your hair clinging to your shoulders and back.

“can i join you?”

you peel the curtain back, poking your head out to greet haechan with puckered lips. he was dressed in a simple, white adidas shirt and a pair of black shorts that stopped about four inches above his knees, showcasing his muscular legs that you always appreciate when he has them out. his tired, worn out expression immediately softening when he sees your face. he steps forward to kiss your lips.

you grin, your body back under the shower head. “you can shower with me if you wash my hair.”

you hear him softly laugh, as the sound of clothes rustling around from him undressing excites you. you’re about to poke out your head again to take a peek at your boyfriend but he surprises you first by pushing the curtain away to enter.

“you know i’ll do anything for you.” his hands reaching towards your soft, bare hips. moving you carefully to switch places with him so he’s under the water. you feel his lips touch your neck then your shoulder, before you hear him grab your shampoo bottle. the one that smells like pomegranates and cherry blossoms, a smell he’s grown used to and that has made it’s own home in his heart.

“how was your day, baby boy?” you ask him as he gently massages your scalp, making sure he lathers your whole head.

he tiredly huffs, “it was long. a bunch of meetings and a very long practice. i haven’t eaten all day which led me to find out that i don’t like dancing or singing on an empty stomach.” you frown at his response, concern washing over you at your hard-working boyfriend. it made you worry that haechan wasn’t able to eat anything all day and that he didn’t even have the time to. you’re glad he’s with you, at home, safely. you’re now grateful you had cooked dinner.

“i’m sorry baby, i cooked dinner and i haven’t gotten the chance to eat either so we can eat together after this.” you try to comfort him, and you know it made him feel better because his left hand travels down your sides to wrap itself around your stomach, he leans down to kiss your cheek before rinsing out your hair.

“i’m so glad i’m home right now with you. i missed you.”

as your head is tilted back and your eyes are shut so the soap suds don’t get into your eyes, you blindly reach behind you with your hand to just hold his upper thigh. hoping that your touch will send your love to him.

he’s soon done washing your hair and it’s now his turn. when you turn around he’s already staring at you, towering over you. you take this time to appreciate his beauty. the hair that you love to curl your fingers into, is now drenched and slick, sticking to the sides of his face and forehead. his eyes, a pair that you swear holds the universe, are tender right now, a gentle look that makes you feel comfortable and relaxed around them. and your favorite moles that you kiss daily in a certain order like they’re constellations.

“my turn to take care of you, baby boy.” you break the comforting silence, leaning close to kiss his bare chest before gesturing him to bend down a little so you can reach his hair without your tippy toes.

you both fall into a comfortable silence, him occasionally telling you he loves you and really missed you today. and each time he tells you, you kiss his forehead. each time lingering a little longer.

once your done washing and rinsing his hair, you take the wash cloth you had brought in with you for yourself to scrub him.

“let me do you first.”

you pull your hand back, shaking your head. “no, let me take care of you.” you lightly argue.

he gives up, sighing, shoulders deflating a bit. “can i say something then?”

you look up at him.

“i really love your boobs. my girls.” he cups them in the palm of his hands.

you scoff, shoving his hands away playfully. “way to ruin the moment.”

“baby, they’re just there. i can’t help it. you’re driving me crazy here.” he exclaims, before his hands find their way back to fondle with your chest, this time you don’t push his hands away.

“i think you’re the one driving me crazy.”

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