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Pairings: JaeMin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boyxboy, and if you're really strict about the definition of incest then... incest.
Summary: Jaejoong is the oldest son but not the heir. Changmin wants nothing but his older brother’s approval. A bond stronger than blood binds them together and brotherly love develops into something more.
A/N: I'm not even going to apologise for the wait cuz you probably hate me already. This fic is surprisingly easy to write. The words just flow~ jk, this chapter was almost completely written a long time ago. Horrible person award of the year goes to me. Anyways, enjoy!

Dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] almightyflame

Summer usually meant a lot of things for Jaejoong. He rejoiced on the feeling of waking up a few hours later (Yoochun was allowed to sleep until noon but Appa would have none of that in his house), and not having to go to school under the blistering sun; his shirt sticking to his back and his starched collar wilting against the sweat-soaked skin of his neck while he pedaled through the long city roads.

It also meant getting a bigger allowance to spend downtown with his friends, drinking American soda and watching girls pass by, their skirts floating about them in the warm summer breeze while they window-shopped.

Summer fun was free-for-all and so Jaejoong dragged his brother around with him and his friends; everyone forgetting the school’s social hierarchy for a couple of months. Changmin was usually reluctant to part with his books and step out of Appa’s cool library, but Eomma always joked that for all of Changmin’s stubbornness Jaejoong could get Changmin to jump off a cliff in a heartbeat. Then she proceeded to warn her eldest son against it, making everybody laugh.

Sometimes Jaejoong took Changmin out alone and by the time they returned home the sky was already dark and they were so stuffed from trying out all the street food stalls that Cook would attempt to swat their heads with a wooden spoon when they refused to eat dinner.

In the hottest days they found solace in the cinema. They would watch one of those silent movies the adults liked so much, making their own interpretations of the scene before the black screen of dialogue appeared and throwing candy at each other when they guessed wrongly.

After the cinema most of Jaejoong’s money would have ran out, so Changmin would buy shaved ice for the both of them; strawberry for his Hyung and sour-plum for himself. They walked through the city munching on their syrupy treat, their mouths and fingers tinted red and purple by the time they made it back home.

But summer also meant the beginning of the rainy season, and along with the frequent showers came a visit Jaejoong dreaded the most.

She arrived at the same time every year: exactly two weeks after the last day of school, early enough in the morning that the mist from the rain of the day before still clung to the dark iron gates and the light from the headlights of her dark car reflected from the minuscule drops of moisture floating in the air. Their own chauffeur would hurry to the gates, uniform hastily put on, and let the large, metallic beast into the driveway. Once inside the driveway, the car would stop in front of the main entrance and a tall and pristinely uniformed chauffeur would round the car to open the door for her.

From his window, Jaejoong could see her pointy shoes appear first as well as the bottom end of her cane. Then came the rest of her, immaculately dressed in a tailor-made suit even at such an early hour. Her left arm was wrapped around what Jaejoong liked to call ‘the spawn of evil’, or as everyone else knew the dog: Charles. Wherever that woman went, that spoiled brat of a Yorkie went with her. In her right hand she held her cane as she walked towards the entrance where a maid had already opened the door.

His own door was suddenly pushed open by his very distraught mother.

“Jaejoong, why are you still not ready? I told you to get dressed. I need you downstairs now!”

Eomma left in a flutter of clothes and half-pinned hair after reprimanding him, but he dressed hurriedly anyways. It was better not to mess with the monster downstairs, and the fewer things she had to criticize about him, the better.

Once ready he exited his room just in time to bump into Changmin. He let out a sigh of relief upon seeing his brother. As long as he was not the only one still upstairs he would be fine. Or so he hopped.

Both brothers shot each other a look before making their way downstairs, one more reluctant than the other. It was when they were just shy of the last steps when they finally caught glimpse of her, and she of them. Their parents were already downstairs and they also turned to look at them; Appa with his hand placed over his mother’s shoulder and Eomma still nervously tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ear.

“And here come my grandsons. Get closer so I can see you better,” she said in that sandpapery voice of hers.

Jaejoong was the first to step forward, Changmin following shortly after. He figured there was no point in avoiding it, the woman was going to stay with them for a month so better get it done and over with. Charles growled at him as soon as he got close to his grandmother and it took a great deal of self-control not to glare at the little, hairy beast. She gave him an once-over, her severe face making Jaejoong feel like a worm. A particularly slimy and ugly worm.

She clucked her tongue. “You clean up well but what’s with that hair? Your father is very indulgent with you it seems. If you were my son you would’ve a shaven head already. It’s a shame your grandfather is no longer with us, oh!”

“Yes, Halmoni,” Jaejoong replied obediently, trying hard not to roll his eyes. Someone squeezed his shoulder and from the corner of his eye he spotted his Eomma, hiding the same suffering look he was probably sporting right now.

Then their grandma saw Changmin and her face brightened up.

“My baby Changmin, you’ve grown so much! You’re almost as tall as your brother now. It won’t be long before you tower over him, heh. Come give your Halmoni a hug.”

She opened her arms, handing the dog to her chauffeur who was already struggling with her luggage, and Changmin wrapped his arms around her somewhat stiffly. Jaejoong fought off a smile at the sight. His dongsaeng was not a big fan of physical contact, not that Halmoni cared.

After that Appa lead grandma to his office, mumbling something about some tea to her. He felt the tension leaving his body, albeit the uneasiness was still there. He did not think it would be going away anytime soon.

Whenever his grandmother visited, Jaejoong spent more time out of the house. It was no secret that Appa’s mother did not like him for whatever reason, favoring his younger brother instead. In front of Appa and Eomma Halmoni would give them both presents—a bat and baseball one year, a chess set the next—but sometimes she would drag Changmin to the guest bedroom where she always stayed and handed him a yoyo, a set of little lead soldiers with British uniforms, or a kite.

This year, a brand new radio made its home on top of Changmin’s bedside table. Jaejoong fumbled with the buttons, trying to find a good station amidst the static. Halmoni had gone out for the day and Jaejoong had taken the opportunity to stay home for once and check out his dongsaeng’s newest toy. Changmin paid him no attention. He was working on the model airplane Halmoni had given him, dutifully gluing the small wooden parts together. Jaejoong had gotten a similar one, but he had yet to try to build it. He did not have the patience.

“Aha!” Jaejoong exclaimed, as the final notes of a popular Korean song faded into silence before another song started, this one a slower melody than the last.

Jaejoong moved towards the window, his hands coming to rest at the frame while he peek his head out. It had not rained that morning, but the menacing dark-grey clouds gathering above promised unrelenting afternoon showers that day. He grumbled at the foul weather. It was not fun trying to stay out of the house when the outside world was all wet.

“Yah, Changmin-ah, what did you do for Halmoni to like you?” whined Jaejoong, blowing warm breath against the cool glass and drawing figures on the misted surface with his finger.

“Just being born superior,” Changmin answered, the snark he had acquired with age showing through. Not once did he glance up from his work when Jaejoong turned to look at him, silent.

At that moment Jaejoong found himself without words. There was a weird feeling creeping up his chest and a nagging thought that maybe he had forgotten something important. It was puzzling to say the least, and the older boy could not pin-point exactly what was that he had forgotten.

“Hyung?” a voice broke him out of his thoughts. Changmin was looking at him, glue-dipped brush held in mid-air. Surprise and something else that Jaejoong could not identify filled his gaze at the lack of response from his brother.

Jaejoong arranged his expression to one of annoyance and stomped forward, socking his brother on the arm, almost getting glue all over Changmin’s desk.

“Who are you calling inferior, toad-face?” Jaejoong teased back, barely moving out of the way of Changmin’s jab with the brush. Eomma would hear no excuses if she found glue stains on his clothes.

“You’re the one with the creepy, large eyes,” Changmin said, managing to catch Jaejoong on the shoulder with his free fist.

“Don’t even get me started on your ear—oh! I love this song!”

Jaejoong stopped reaching for Changmin’s ears and instead went to stand closer to the radio, letting the rhythm of the sorrowful song take over his body, swaying gently as his mouth moved along to the words. He did not realize when he had closed his eyes but upon feeling a heavy gaze he opened them to Changmin having turned around in his chair, the glue-dipped brush safely put away. His dongsaeng’s mouth seemed to twitch with every turn he made so he started to do ridiculous dance-steps that did not match with the song at all until he was rewarded with Changmin’s hearty laugh. There was joy in watching his little brother laugh; the way his eyes became crinkled up and mismatched and how he would clap his hands in glee as he doubled over slightly never ceased to amuse him.

“You laugh, but I’ll have you know that I’m the best dancer you’ll ever meet,” Jaejoong said in mock seriousness as the song ended and made way to pointless advertisements about soap and cigarettes.

Changmin snorted at his words, wiping tears from his eyes as his breathing evened out. “I seriously doubt it.”

“Okay so maybe that isn’t true but I still have a trick up my sleeve that makes the girls crazy,” Jaejoong stated, going back to fiddling with the radio until he caught another station that was playing music. He frowned at the fast pace of the song but beggars cannot be choosers.

“This one will have to do,” he said, walking up to Changmin who stared at him, confused. “Come here.”

Changmin allowed himself to be pulled up with not much resistance. He was reluctant however, to leave his hand on Jaejoong’s shoulder were the latter had placed it. “Uhm…”

“I cannot teach you if you lead,” Jaejoong explained, grabbing Changmin’s other hand in his and placing his other hand on the small of his brother’s back. “You can practice later.”

Jaejoong saw Changmin’s face turn into a grimace when he started to move. Their steps were awkward and stiff as he tried hard to dance with his seemingly lead-filled dongsaeng across his bedroom floor, but as soon as he felt Changmin relax everything seemed to go more smoothly.

“Your lessons start now. The girls love it when you spin them,” Jaejoong said, just as he let go of Changmin’s back, and with difficulty over Changmin’s height he flicked his wrist over their heads, successfully spinning Changmin after basically shoving his brother into the spin.

Changmin’s cheeks had taken a soft pink hue and he started to pull away from Jaejoong but the eldest caught him, righting their positions again and returning to their dance.

“Wait for the grand finale,” Jaejoong chastised.

“Hyung, I don’t—“ Changmin started to say, but Jaejoong cut him off by spinning him around again.

It was only when he felt his brother’s muscles relax in resignation that he decided to pull his final move.

“And this is how you get them to fall in love with you,” Jaejoong said, and without any warning he pulled Changmin’s torso to the side, letting his brother fall across his arm and holding him there.

Changmin let out a small screech of surprise as gravity betrayed him, but Jaejoong held him up steadily, not letting him go. He smirked to himself; his little brother was just too easy to tease.

“And then you lean forward and...” he said, his face centimeters away from Changmin’s face.

His dongsaeng stared up at his face, the pinkish blush on his cheeks darkening and spreading all the way to his ears. There was a millisecond in which neither moved; both staring at each other, breathing in the same rhythm, and then Jaejoong’s jaw registered pain. Quite a lot of pain.

He howled in pain, his hands slipping to cradle his wounded face and thus, dropping Changmin. “What was that for—Ah! Changmin are you okay?”

His younger brother laid crumpled on the floor, his face turned away. He looked okay but Jaejoong had to make sure. He was about to touch Changmin’s shoulder when his hand was slapped away.

“Go away.” Jaejoong almost didn’t hear Changmin whisper those words, but then he said them louder and then again until he was almost screaming.

Jaejoong stepped back, anguished at his brother’s behavior, wondering what he had done. His jaw was still smarting—his little brother packed quite a punch—but he could not leave without making sure Changmin was not hurt. “Are y-you… are you okay, though?”

“Just leave, Hyung,” Changmin mumbled, and Jaejoong decided it would be better to leave him alone.

“I’m sorry, Min-ah,” Jaejoong offered from the door before he closed it behind him, the sound of the radio disappearing behind the door.

There was some coughing behind him and he jumped around, startled. It seemed Halmoni’s activities had ended early for she was standing at the top of the stairs, her aged eyes crushing Jaejoong with her disapproving gaze. Her chauffeur followed behind her, carrying several bags on his arms while Charles tried to trip him by tangling the leash around his legs.

Jaejoong bowed a greeting, shrinking away from that look as Halmoni walked past him and into the guest bedroom, shaking her head.

Once the woman was out of sight Jaejoong could not help the scoff that came out of his mouth as he glared after her.

“I am the one that got punched,” he mused angrily.

He rubbed softly at the sore spot on his jaw before going downstairs. He would need to ask Cook for some ice for his wound.

That night dinner was an uncomfortable event to say the least. It had been almost bearable while Appa had been talking about the new factory he planned on opening but as the topic ran out Jaejoong found his food less and less appealing. Changmin was avoiding him—he had not even glanced at him as he sat down next to him—and Halmoni kept looking at him with something akin to evil glee in her eyes. That woman always had some way up her sleeve to make Jaejoong suffer, and with the way she was eyeing the newly formed bruise on his jaw she had her eldest grandson squirming in his seat.

“Is there something wrong, Jaejoong-ah?” Eomma asked him, concerned.

Jaejoong shook his head, before realizing his mistake.

“Omo! Is that a bruise?” Eomma was about to stand when Appa stopped her, placing a hand on her arm.

“What happened?” he asked, sternly.

Jaejoong did not have to look at Halmoni to know she was probably smiling. His eyes dared not stray from his father, who did not look all too pleased. He was screwed no matter what he said.

“It’s my fault,” Changmin said suddenly. “I punched him.”

Jaejoong turned to look at him, incredulous. Wasn’t Changmin mad at him?

“Well, Changmin, I am disappointed. Take your plate to the kitchen and go to your room. You are grounded until further notice,” Appa said, his shoulders stiffening in barely concealed rage.

“Yes, sir,” Changmin mumbled dejectedly as he stood up, and grabbed his plate.

“Wait a moment, Dongsik-ah. I think you’re being too hard on the boy,” Halmoni said, no longer smiling. “When I came back to the house, I saw Jaejoong leaving Changmin’s room after what seemed like a fight. From what I heard it was not solely Changmin’s fault. I would say he was provoked by his brother.”

Jaejoong tried to mask his anger and hoped he was not failing miserably. It was so obvious Halmoni hated him for no reason at all.

“Jaejoong,” Appa called him. “Follow your brother. I hope you both think about what happened today and realize how disappointed you’ve made me. You’re supposed to be the eldest. And for God’s sake, put some ointment on that bruise.”

“Yes, sir,” Jaejoong said, grabbing his plate and leaving the table.

“But Changmin had nothing to do—“ Halmoni started to say but Appa cut her off.

“That’s enough!” he exclaimed, angrily beating his fist against the table and making Halmoni jump back in her seat. “Changmin should learn to deal with his problems without using violence. I am not raising thugs here, Eomeoni.”

Jaejoong exited the dining room after that, hearing no further of the conversation. He followed Changmin to the kitchen and handed Cook his half-eaten plate only to receive another reprimanding look. Why was everyone against him lately?

Changmin was already half-way up the stairs when he came out of the kitchen. He followed readily, happy to be away from his grandmother even if he was grounded.

“Changmin-ah,” he called as soon as he caught up with his brother. His dongsaeng stopped in his steps and turned around.

“What is it, Hyung?”

It seemed he was back to normal, their previous fight all but forgotten.

“Uh, thanks for that,” Jaejoong said sheepishly.

“You still got grounded though, so I don’t think I helped much,” Changmin replied with a shrug.

“It’s the thought that counts,” Jaejoong grinned. “Oh, and sorry about earlier. I still don’t know what I did wrong though.”

Changmin seemed to pause a minute to think about it but in the end shook his head and smiled. “Forget about it, Hyung.”

“If you say so…. Good night, Min-ah,” Jaejoong said.

“Good night, Jae-hyung.”

Date: 2012-12-19 08:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
but you never came back~

Date: 2012-12-25 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dorkii-simba.livejournal.com
oh bb i'm here, i'm here!
i've been so busy with things (idk where to start really -
but if i really wanted to rant about it, it would be never-ending) DX"
so i apologized for my random ninja status/disappearance XD.


and jaejoong almost kissed changmin!
and changmin is starting to feel things for jaejoong, isn't he?!?! ISN'T HE??!

and Halmoni kind of irks me.
idk why but i have this...
feeling that she'll be the one (or of the few) who will piss me off.

anyways - OMFG ♥
thanks for the update!! :D
can't wait for the next update! :3

Date: 2012-12-17 09:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_fujitsu_/

Date: 2012-12-19 08:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
That's the reaction I was going for! Hahaha

jk, sorry for taking so long ;A;

Date: 2012-12-17 09:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jaeminism.livejournal.com

Date: 2012-12-19 08:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
And I apologise for that OTL

Date: 2012-12-17 09:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tvfxqluvz02.livejournal.com
Yes new chapter <333333

why did Changmin hit Jaejoong? I am as confused as Jaejoong
but now Jaejoong seems like he really care for Min ^__^

can't wait to see how this brotherly love develop to be something more~~

thank you for updating

Date: 2012-12-19 08:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
"why did Changmin hit Jaejoong? I am as confused as Jaejoong" I knew someone will have this question! DX (I saw this problem while editing but didn't want to switch to Min's POV)

The simple explanation: Changmin is starting to feel non-brotherly stuff for Jae and he gets confused over those feelings. Make the math haha.

Date: 2012-12-17 01:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rennie-88.livejournal.com
woohoo omg i feel so lucky! i just happened to read ch 1-3 last night, and log in today and see an update! wow~
anyway i love the time period u placed this in. its so... refreshingly new and undone. aand once they get a tiny bit older gona be so sexy *_* hubbahubba lol
but love this plot ~ :) and the way they seem like such normal siblings..exceppptt i think poor min is starting to feel sthg he shouldn't for his pretty big brother hohohoho perfect <3
worried about how joongie will feel when he finds out hes adopted..err bought...lol
i like how their parents care so much about both of them, but also have strict discipline and roles like they should in this period of history ~ its really enjoyable to read though!
cant wait to see how dear jaemin continue to develop. heartbreaker joongie is so lovely and cutie baby min is so cute! <3

Date: 2012-12-19 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
I'm glad you are enjoying the time period. I swear it came out of nowhere, almost at the same time as the first plot idea! ^^

And well, they'll stay this age or close to this age for around two more chapters, maybe just one more, then the real fun stars ;)

Date: 2012-12-17 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pepper.livejournal.com
I think Changmin has already developed romantic feelings for JJ at this point. But he is starting to freak out because JJ is his "brother", ergo why he punched him. I hate their grandmother. UGH.

Anyway, I love this fic so much~ I can't wait for an update. <3

Date: 2012-12-19 08:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com

The grandmother was a pain to write but she needed to be added.

I'll try to update soon~

Date: 2012-12-17 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fragilerosess.livejournal.com
ooooh! i've been waiting for this! :D

gah! i like it ^^

can't wait for more! I want to know why Changmin hit Jaejoong! (although i might have an idea why he did that XD)

Date: 2012-12-19 08:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
He hit him because he was confused (was that your guess? I guess I should've expanded on that but I didn't want to switch to Min's POV...)

And sorry you had to wait so long ;A;

Date: 2012-12-19 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fragilerosess.livejournal.com
i knew it :p
are feelings starting to develope on min's side?? :D

and that's okay, now i'll be waiting patiently for you next update!
keep up the good work :)

Date: 2012-12-18 01:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashleyjanee.livejournal.com
Wooooo an upate, I've never commented on this but I thought I would now. I kinda love this story and I can't wait to see what happens next. I'm guessing though that the grandmother doesn't like Jaejoong because he's adopted or something like that..

Date: 2012-12-19 08:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
Well I'm glad you're commenting now! Seriously, comments make my kokoro go doki doki.

And about grandma Shim and her hate to Jae... everything will be revealed in the next chapters.

Date: 2012-12-18 03:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dulanis.livejournal.com
Jae is sooo naive. And I hate that grandma. She reminds me of Harry Potter's grandma :)

Date: 2012-12-19 08:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
*puts nerd glasses on* Actually that 'grandma' is Uncle Vernon's sister, so she is actually Harry's political aunt.

What if I told you that grandma is kind of modeled after one of my aunts? Hehehe. Not completely though, but she definitely has one spoiled brat of a terrier as well....

Date: 2012-12-19 10:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dulanis.livejournal.com
*covers in shame* And I call myself a great Potter fanatic. I forgot.... How can I forgot...
I had a feeling that it was like that with the dog and all ;)

Date: 2012-12-19 02:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
*shakes head* shame on your cow...

Date: 2012-12-19 02:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dulanis.livejournal.com
Lololol my cow...... *shakes head*

Date: 2012-12-19 11:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] epiktraveller.livejournal.com
Aigoooo these cute little kitties!!, *squishes minjae* wai so cuteeee?!?!?!
So, min is starting to have feeling for his bro. Ngiahahaahahahah

Date: 2012-12-19 02:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
Thanks to your comment now I want kitty!minjae >w<

Date: 2012-12-20 07:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] n3uromanc3r.livejournal.com
I have to admit I reread the previous chapters before started to read this new one because I didn't really remember except that Changmin's father bought Jaejoong from a poor man and later when there wasn't the huge pressure on their shoulders any more they were able to have a child on their own too.

I really like the story, the characterization and how you placed the characters in the first half of the 20th century! I'm enjoying those little details like the uncomfortable school uniforms, the bicycles and radio as present or how the wind flutters the girls' skirts or the patent shoes their strict grandmother wears...

I like the relationship between the brothers and I'm glad the parents don't seem to treat them differently despite the grandmother's mean suggestions.
I don't even know why she's so cruel to Jae when her son was the one who brought the kid into their family... except if she doesn't know the truth and because of Jae's unique features she's sure her daughter-in-law cheated on her son...

I'm so curious about the next chapter, I hope I don't have to wait as much as last time! : D


Date: 2013-01-06 08:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soft-daisy.livejournal.com
It won’t be long before you tower over him, heh.

The girls love it when you spin them
haha, somehow, I think Changmin loves it to when his partner is Jaejoong.

Love how they are slowly growing up and how Changmin is starting to have some of his own thoughts that he is not so open with when it comes to Jaejoong and others. Loved this chapter >____< can't wait for the next chapter.

I didn't realize that Jaejoong didn't remember he came from a different family at first. uh oh, I don't think his reaction to Changmin and the situation in general will be good and I feel like he might even move out :3 Definitely don't like the halmeoni though I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to like her, but just understand her. Glad the dad to some extent does not favorite Changmin completely at least when it comes to the two fighting.

So many thoughts. Please update soon!!! ♥ haha

Date: 2013-07-16 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashleyjanee.livejournal.com
I read this when you were first writing it and I loved it. I reread it recently because it was a recommendation in starcandy and I have to say that I really miss this story. Are you ever going to update it?

Date: 2013-07-16 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
I haven't abandoned it if that's what you're asking but I don't know when I'll update. I haven't been in the mood to write lately and everything I force myself to write comes out terrible so.... yeah.


Date: 2013-07-20 11:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jzogo.livejournal.com
I just found this story and I really really love it.
Everything about this story is so amazing right to this point :)

I really really hope that one day you will update it, but don't force yourself, I know how hard it can be to get inspired or so. <3

Date: 2013-07-25 12:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poppy-sky.livejournal.com
thanks for understanding :)

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