SKIN. Part One.
Jonghyun needed help.
SMB promotions had just ended, and now he was able to be with all his members again. But he really needed someone to guide him through the storm that was ravaging his insides right now. He was afraid to not be able to control himself when all of that would burst out. But you would want to know, what was that.
It started years ago. He first met Kibum as a trainee. But then they were too busy at the SM Academy so he didn’t have much time thinking about it.
Then they were told they would be SHINee, together with Jinki hyung, Minho and Taemin. He felt it again, when he was told Kibum would be there too. But it shrugged it off. So much to do for debute, no time.
He went along with it, not even noticing that feeling building, invading all his body’s cells. Every. Single. One.
It would be a brush of fingers. A tap on the shoulder. Removing a crumble of something on the other’s cheek. Running to him first, as soon as he has finished writing lyrics. The fact that he was the first one he would go to when he was feeling down. That he was the first when he was feeling extremely good. That he was the one the others would send to him when they sensed the situation was to be taken with gloves. The fact that Kim Kibum knew him as the back of his hand. And he knew the other as well too.
Then came the banners in shows, fan meetings and others. Jongkey. He googled it, then he saw. He hadn’t given too much attention to it, but their precious SHINee World sure had. How theirs hands would automatically find each other. How he would stare at the other. How he would reach and touch him, not even thinking of what he was doing or who was nearby. How if they were on stage he would always find his way near him, every time.
But it was not only him. Key was willing. He was not the only one initiating those ‘moments’ as their fans liked to call it. Key too was. He was also responding. Not even flinching when he would lay his arm around his shoulder, his arm or his waist for that matter. Not removing his fingers from his hands when he would reach and just play with them, absentmindedly.
All of that was natural to him. He didn’t think too much of it. But the ‘Jongkey is real’ made him change his view on things. Take a look, if you analyze it from their point of view. They looked so natural, they looked as an old couple. They didn’t seem to even realize they were all over the other. And they really didn’t. It’s not as if Jonghyun would go around being mesmerized by Onew or Taemin’s ear or stare at Minho as if he was seeing an unicorn for the first time. That was only between the two of them.
That is when he started questioning himself. He never thought of Kibum as other than … Kibum. He was his Kibummie and he was his Jjong. No one was allowed to call them that other than themselves. Kibum was his friend. His best friend. His brother. His pillow. His joy. His comforter. His feeder. His post-it. His … his … his soul mate ?
That night, after googling those, he stayed in his bed. Awake all night long. He couldn’t sleep but thinking of all that. Was that normal for him to feel like that ? Was it normal that he was questioning himself not because that disturbed him but because of what people may think ? Was it ok to be that intimate to his bandmate ?
That is the moment Kibum entered his and Minho’s room.
“Jjong, you already awake ?”
He nodded. Kibum tiptoed near to his bed’s head. He kneeled down near Jonghyun’s head and ruffled his hair, then brushed his bangs aside so that he could see his eyes. He then ran his thumb under Jonghyun’s eyes.
“Jjong, did you sleep ? What’s the matter ?”
“I’m okay.”
“You know I know you know you can’t lie to me right !?”
Jonghyun sighed and shifted on the bed, leaving some space for Key to join him under the blanket.
“Did you have a nightmare ? Why didn’t you come to sleep with me as usual then hon ?”
“No I didn’t. I …”
“You what.”
“Bummie.”
“Hm ?”
“Is that okay that I love you ?”
“Why ? Of course it is, I love you too Jjong.”
Jonghyun looked at those eyes staring intently at him. He too could tell when Kibum was lying, hesitating or uncertain. And right now he was none of that. He sighed a sigh of relief and pressed Key closer to him. They stayed there. Jonghyun laying on his back, Key pressed at his side, head on his chest and the vocalist’s left hand around him, stroking his hair.
‘Yes, there is no problem with me loving him. Those shouldn’t bother me. And no one has been complaining around us, so why should I care. And even if they were, no one is separating me from my soul mate. End of story.’
The problem came with their Lucifer comeback. They had grown since that one ‘Jongkey Googled’ day. And by grown that means, they were more mature now. Not yet adults but they had pass puberty.
Jonghyun and Key, being best of friends had pass the period together. The hormones rush. The first time they touched their selves. The first time they watched porn. The first time they had sensed something when seeing a pretty girl. They had experienced it, each on their own but had always talked about it together.
They would meet in Kibum’s or Jonghyun’s bed some nights when one had things to see to the other, and whispered their contents in the other’s ear. Laying together under the covers. They would talk of all those, without feeling embarassed of anything. What was it to feel, when the other knew you better than you did yourself.
But with the Lucifer concept, they went for a fiercer style. Fiercer looks. Damn even Taemin looked sexy with his long hair and his eyeliner. Their cute maknae had been growing too. They were all … ‘bad ass’ ? We could say that.
It had been years since he had googled ‘Jongkey’ . And he did again, during their Lucifer promotions. He had just noticed how a mere look of him at Key’s direction would increase the fangirls screams’ decibel. At first he thought he had imagine it. Then he extend his arm to Key, who took it without even thinking about it. Then the decibel changed again. Don’t even talk about that time when he almost kissed Key on stage. So he decided he should check again. The fans always had seemed to see things he did not pay attention too. You could see that in their gifts. They seemed to know what they liked and what they needed, even when they had never talk about it on any tv show.
And there it was. ‘fancams’ , pictures, ‘fan accounts’ and all those things. He had really not noticed how they would always be together. Ok, he was his best friend and all but … It was like every single time. Be it Music core, Photoshoots, interviews, or even the things he or Kibum would say were ‘Jongkey quotes’ . They were even things he did not even remember doing or saying. That is at which extent it was natural to him, to love Kim Kibum. To be with Kim Kibum. To live through Kim Kibum.
The amount of things to look at had increased so much since the last time he had googled, that he himself was impressed. Did fans ever rested ? But that was helping him, so thank you uri beloved Shawols.
Kibum didn’t saw something was wrong that time. Because nothing was wrong. He would still be himself. Just that now he was aware. Aware that ‘ah, this is what a fan would call a Jongkey moment right !?’ , whenever he would snap out of it and find himself swinging hands with Key or just staring at him.
Except of those thoughts, everything was the same. Maybe not.
Being aware of that, brought him to think of Key in a way he had never dared to do.
With the Lucifer concept, Key had chosen himself a fierce haircut. Go and choke any fangirl heart out there, but they’ll like him anyway. Whatever he’ll wear or do was just so … Kim Key that no one was even shocked, just … astonished by it. Jonghyun would allow himself to stare at Key, take in all his curves. He would let his mind wander to places he didn’t even know existed, whenever Key would wiggle those hips of him.
He would allow himself to do that too, when they would have their little night sessions. When Key would finally be asleep. He would look at the crook of Key’s neck, and not resist to reach and feel the skin under his fingertips. He would find himself propped on one elbow, taking in the curve that Key’s back will form when meeting with his lower back. The way his chest would go up, then down, little puffs of hair coming from his parted lips. He would allow his self to be drown by the way the sun when rising, would unveil the shadow the night had left on his Bummie’s face. He would take in any bumps, any imperfection, any pore, any new curve of that flawless face and burn them in his heart.
At those times, his mind would be filled only with him. With his perfect Kim Kibum.
He decided not to think further of it. Plus Key did said that there was no problem with him loving him. And he was fully content of his life right now. They had won so many awards since debute. They had been together since then, through goods and bads. Through Joy and sadness they had been together.
And he was happy like that.
Then came SM the Ballad.
He was happy being able to sing again after their Hello promotions. Even if it meant promoting with others than his four best friends, he was still happy. It’s not like they would be abandoned doing nothing at the dorm. They had their own schedules , it’s just that his was to sing. And he wouldn’t be the one complaining. Singing was his second soul mate after Kibum. Funny how Kibum was now more important than that. Even if he couldn’t bear having one without the other.
But then again.
After all the rehearsals and two weeks of promotion he started to feel it. The longing feeling. He missed being with his members. He missed the evenings at the dorm, eating homemade food by Key. He missed sneaking to play video games at night, fully knowing they had schedules and had to be awake in few hours, but missing being together too much to care.
During the Hello promotions, they had promised themselves to enjoy every bit of freedom they would have after this year’s promotions. Take vacations greatly deserved after all the work they’ve done. The endless schedules, days as nights.
But here he was, promoting SM the Ballad’s album. Don’t get him wrong, he was happy doing it. He could sing to his content. Use his throat as he has never did, and see the smiles on fans’ faces singing along with them. Yet he missed something. He missed … someone.
How long had it been since he had slept next to his Bummie ? How long had it been that he had eaten his warm food, and not some frozen left overs he found in the fridge ? When was it since he had feel the other’s pulse point under his fingertips ? When was it, the last time he had touched him, smiled to him and earned that magnificent smile back ?
Frankly speaking, he missed Jongkey.
And google said the fans missed it too.
He had to do something about it. And honestly speaking, not seeing him for this long time - glances at his sleeping form when he came back from schedules late in the night, quick ‘hello’s when exciting the bathroom and running for schedule again were not what he would call seeing the other - was too much to bear. He had not noticed how much Kibum had become his everyday life during all these years.
Sometimes he missed him so much that he would text him,
From : Jjong
Hey Bum, Selca time ? *puppy eyes*
He knew the other could never resist, or if too busy to he would have a picture ready. And he would receive a reply later, with a picture of his precious Kibummie. Unfortunately that would make him happy, but sadder at the same time. Was that near earphones ? Is that a new hoodie ? Did he cut his hair again ? He felt as if he was not part of Kibum’s life anymore. And that just tightened the rope that constricted his heart since he doesn’t know when.
But he had no choice. He couldn’t just ditch Jino, Kyu and Jay hyung to go hang out with his best friends - okay, Kibum - , that was no excuse at all.
That night when he came back, the dorm was quiet and dark as usual these past days. But he noticed a faint light in the living room and saw his angel laying there on the couch. It seemed as he was sitting and fell asleep then slid on the couch. That position must hurt so much. If it had been Jonghyun sleeping like that, Key would have said something like ‘Yah, go sleep in your bed, having torticollis would not save you from your schedules you dinohead’ , or something. He missed Key calling him Dinohead. He missed him calling him Jjong, more than a wish would miss water as soon as it feels what it is without.
He stayed a good ten minutes, staring at him and feeling life flow through him again at the sight. He then lifted him bridal style and put him in his own bed. Kibum must really have been tired, for not even waking up in the process. It was torture not knowing what the other had been doing lately.
He took a shower, brushed his teeth, set his alarm clock for 8 in the morning and came back to lie next to him. As soon as he was in the bed, Key pressed himself close to him.
And god, it was good.
He had missed his warm, missed the way their body would fit as if a puzzle composed only of two pieces. Had missed his strawberry breath near his face, had missed the way his eyelashes would caress those cheekbones. Had missed the way his skin was milky white at some places, and porcelain white at others. He had almost forgot how his eyebrows looked like. Almost forgot how deep the hollow on top of his lips was. Were they more plump ? The pink seemed paler though. And last but not least, he finally got to lay his fingertips on his collarbones. He missed that thump thump melody Kibum’s heart would sing him to sleep every time they laid like that.
“Jjong.”
He must have awoken him. He had missed the feeling so much, that he even forgot how to brush his fingers so that the sleeping beauty wouldn’t wake up. Lame.
“You’re back ? Did you eat ? I prepared your favorite dish tonight. I left you some in the oven did you see it ? Do you want me to warm it for you ?” Key said, voice a little croaked, still more than three quarters asleep, and fluttering his eyes to get the sleepiness away.
“I’m okay Bummie-yah.”
“You sure ? What was with all the messages today ohn ? You got me worried.” He said, yawing.
“Nothing, I just missed you.”
Yes. Today he had missed him so much. One ‘selca message’ was not enough. He tried to call him but Key’s phone must have been closed or something. But he kept calling, leaving voice mails every single time.
▲ Bummie, are you okay ? You just send me a text, why aren’t you answering ?
Do you have no battery again ? I’ll call you later. Miss you!
▲ Yah Kim Kibum, will you answer me ? I feel lonely without you~
▲ Jjong is sad, he needs his Bummie and you’re not answering. You’ll have to make it up to me.
▲ Did I did something wrong ? You won’t talk to me again ?
▲ Okay, I’m sorry. For whatever I’ve done ohn ? I’m really really sorry. Forgive me ?
▲ Bummie-yah, I miss you so much I want to … I don’t even know.
I want to … to ditch the hyungs and Jino and come see you. Where is your schedule at ?
▲ Did you cut your hair again ? You didn’t even ask me if it was nice this time, what if I didn’t like it eh ?
▲ Wah, I just saw those aaaaaaaaawsome sunglasses, should I but it to you ? And yes, I’m bribing you.
▲ I … I … I miss you. Keep me a spot in your bed I’ll sleep with you tonight okay ?
▲ Miss you.
And other silly messages not even worth telling.
“That much ? kkk”
“Yes, that much.”
“So, d’you like my hair ?”
“Of course I like it.” Jonghyun answered. Not even bothering to look at it before answering.
“And where are the sunglasses ?” Key said, yawning again.
“Just sleep Kim Kibum.” Jonghyun replied, smiling to himself. How could he still think of all that when he was even too tired to open his eyes, let alone speak without yawning every three words ?
“Hmm. I’ll see you tomorrow morning ‘kay ?” Key said, snuggling even more, his face mere inches near Jonghyun’s. The tip of their noses a millimeter apart.
“Araso, good night Bummie.” He replied, kissing the tip of Kibum’s nose.
“ ’night.” Kibum replied.
Then he did something Jonghyun would not have ever imagined happening to him. Even in all his daring times, when he would trail his finger on the others face and skin.
Kibum pecked him on the lips, before inching even closer and nuzzling his face in the crook of his neck. Burying his face there between the other’s jawline and the pillow, leaving only a tiny hole for his nose to have some oxygene.
Jonghyun was, stunned ? Shocked ? Surprised ? All of that ? His heartbeat’s pace had tripled, same as his eyes’ size. By the time he had recover and looked at Kibum’s face for further explanations, the other was already back to his dreaming land. Just then he let his self breathe again.
It took at least thirty minutes for his heart to slow down. Then a good hour for the adrenaline to evaporate of his system and the tiredness he knew he felt to overpower him, and he fell asleep.
He woke up next morning to the smell of eggs, bacon and … was that pancakes ?
He got up from the bed groggily and stumbled his way to the bathroom.
“Need to pee~ ”
Then he made his way to the kitchen to see Kibum frying the pancakes, with a knife in his hand - cutting some vegetables - , a broom trapped between his side and an arm, which hand opened the oven where the sweet smell of meat came tickling his nose. The picture made him thing of Key as one of those multifunctional machines used in every perfect Umma’s kitchen, only this one could cut the vegetables but also wash the dishes, make laundry and make coffee at the same time. Weird images in his head.
“Good morning Bummie.”
“Oh. Morning Jjong. Slept well ?” He replied, not even bothering to lift his head to look at him.
“Hm. What’s with all that ? And where are the others ?”
“Ah. I have no schedule today, but they had to leave at nine so they’re gone already.”
“Wait, nine, like in nine a.m ? What times is it Kibum ??” Jonghyun started panicking, he had a radio program with SMB this morning at 9.30am. Why did his alarm clock didn’t woke him up ? Omaigod he is so dead, he’s going to be scold so badly by manager hyung that he’ll have to hide behind fans not to have bruises on his face. Even Minho’s alar-
“I cut your’s and Min’s alarm clocks.”
“Wae wae wae ? Bummie manager hyung will kill me. He’s going to call any time soon yelling and all. You know how he is whe-”
“Jjong you are sick today, you have been sweating all night, coughing and all, your temperature rose. So there’s no way you’re leaving this house today.”
“Eh ?”
Jonghyun put a hand on his neck. He had been sweating ? Temperature rose up ? He had no memory of that. He then titled his head and gave a puzzled look at Key who had removed the last pancake from the frying pan, and replace it with a pot full of vegetables and kicked the oven door closed with one heel, swiftly, with a side kick. (A/N : like a Boss!)
Kibum was giving him his don’t-you-get-it-yet look, his left brow arched, arms crossed in front of him, the broom baton trapped in the crook of one elbow, head titled right in a 15° angle. How was Jonghyun even to take all those details in was beyond him when he realized he just did. But those are some skills you get after living with your soul mate for that long. You can read their body language.
It still took at least twenty seconds for him to get it and his mouth formed and understanding ‘ O ’
Before he nodded.
“Ah~ ”
“Deh, Ah~ ” Kibum replied, rolling his eyes, “it’s just a relief I have no schedule today. So I can take care of you ne !? I called manger hyung already so everything is ok.”
Jonghyun could only nod, smiling as he was realizing that meant a whole day with his precious one. Alone. A whole day. He would have jumped in ecstasy if only he had not learnt how to control his emotions. Working under SMent, you Must know how to do that. It’s almost as if there’re classes to learn it. Except there’re not. And if you mess up during one of the tests - oh yes they test you on that ability, all excuses are good to cause you a situation where you have only two choices : break down or survive and cry yourself to bed later - , you won’t make it. One of the conditions to end your trainee life. Then, all us idols are survivers, know that.
“Anyway, hurry up and get out of my kitchen. I have to make today’s meals so that we won’t anything to bother and enjoy ourselves today okay ?”
“Eh ?”
“I said go out and take a shower, dress up and come take breakfast.” He said, rolling his eyes gain. He was then heading to the living room with the broom and the vacuum he took Jonghyun doesn’t know when. Before going through the door where the older was still standing, he pecked his cheek and bumped his hip with his’ in the bathroom direction.
“Go.” He said, giggling after seeing Jonghyun’s bewildered expression. The next seconds the characteristic sound of the vacuum could be heard.
It was only then that he was recalled last night, and the fact that Kibum had … kissed … . He shook his head, ad if it would help him being more awake.
He pinched his arm. Aww. That hurt. So, he was not dreaming.
One, Kibum had kissed him yesterday. On the lips. Two, he was hungry as hell. Three, he was going to spend the whole day alone with Key. Alone. And four, Kibum had kissed him. On the freaking lips.
Okay. Time to take a very, very, cold shower.
After his shower, Key had already finished cleaning. So they sat on the table and ate together.
Then the rest of the day, they spent it quietly. Listening to music. Going through Key’s closet to show him how much he had bought since the last time they went shopping together. And also give him the perfume bottle he had bought him the last time he went to the mall.
“Where are my sunglasses Kim Jonghyun ?”
They watched together all the shows they’ve been on, the four of them without him, Key telling him all they’ve done. How Onew sangtae came in and he practically dropped the award that time, or how he caught Minho’s evil glare when Taemin hugged Sulli goodbye, all the anecdotes he had missed and that would have made the two of them burst out laughing.
“Gaaah, no one understood while I laughed there. I felt so dumb UGH!”
They spent the day like that, telling each other what they’ve done all this time being.
They were now sitting on the couch in the living room. Key laid on it, with his head on Jonghyun’s lap. Enjoying each other’s presence. Inhaling all they could of the other. This day was one to celebrate. It’s not often Jonghyun got to have that much time which his members, and it was more rare to have Key only for him alone.
“When will the others be back ?”
“In … two, three hours ?”
“Hmm.” Jonghyun nodded.
“They miss you too.”
“So you missed me ?”
Key glared up at Jonghyun. “ I am not the one who was crying in his phone yesterday that he missed me.”
Jonghyun just looked at him pointedly, as if to say ‘I’m serious.’
“Yes I missed you too, you Dinohead.”
“How much ?”
“Very much.”
“How very much ?”
“Very very much ?”
“How very ver-”
“YAH! Will you go long like that ?”
“But I want to know~ ” Jonghyun whined like a three yo whose mother did not want to let him stay and wait to see Santa Claus leaving the gifts.
“Didn’t you guessed yesterday ?”
“Eh ?”
That do-you-get-it-now look again. And Jonghyun thought about last night. Key on the couch, him taking a shower, Key asking if he ate, Key saying good night, Key …
“Oh.”
“Yes, Oh.”
“That much ?”
“Yes, that much.”
“Do you miss me again ?” Jonghyun said, tugging Key to get up from the couch to slid in his lap.
“Why ?” Key said not complaining and sitting on the other’s lap and nuzzling his head in the crook of Jonghyun’s neck as he did the night prior.
“I want you to show me again.”
“But I don’t miss you anymore.”
Jonghyun pouted, “And was if I miss you ?”
“Then you show me.”
“Really ?”
“Yes.”
“You sure ?”
“Yes.”
“You know what I’m implying yes ?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t -”
“Oh Jjongie shut up and kiss me already.”
And Jonghyun didn’t even let a thought run through his mind before his lips were on his soul mate’s.
“So.”
“So.” Jonghyun said, when he opened his eyes again after they had part.
“You missed me only that much ?”
“Eh ?”
The look again. You know which.
“Oh. Hm … Er … I mean … What does this means ?” Jonghyun asked, making random moves with his index finger between Kibum and him.
“You tell me.”
“Ah. Erm … I don’t … know ?”
“Then I don’t know either.”
They stared at each other. And Jonghyun sighed,
“This is new to me.”
“For me to Jjong. I never kissed a guy before, duh.”
“I know. I mean … yeah. We should take it slowly okay ?”
“Hm. As you like.”
“Yes. We still are in the middle of too much schedules, and I have SMB. I don’t really have the proper brain to think of all that just now. We should take our time okay ?” He said, looking straight in the eyes of his precious Kibummie.
“Deh.” He sounded a bit disappointed but didn’t show it.
“But …”
“But ?” Key asked.
“What if I miss you ?”
“Do you still ?”
Jonghyun saw something glistening in the other’s eyes. He nodded, pink creeping it’s way on his cheeks, but he never had enough force to remove himself from those magnificent eyes.
“What if I miss you tomorrow, or in one week and that my promotions aren’t finished ?”
“Then you know what to do.”
“Flood you voice mailbox with nonsenses ?”
“No. The other one.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, Oh.” Kibum replied, lips curving upwards slightly.
“And was if I miss you now ?”
“Then ‘Oh’ .”
“And if I miss you very, very very very very veryvery much ? And that I can’t control myself ?”
Key chuckled at his Jjong’s cuteness, this boy.
“Then-”
Then Jonghyun lips was on his again, but this time with that hungriness filling him. His Bummie’s lips were softer than any others he had laid his on. And indeed he didn’t control himself as he nibbled on them and took advantage on Key’s gasp to let his tongue pass those perfect lips. He found the other’s tongue sleeping there and woke it up at the speed of light. He caressed it with his, and dragged it out to his own mouth, sucking on it.
Kibum’s hands were tightened around his Jjong’s neck, fingers dangled in the other’s soft hair, massaging in small strokes. He couldn’t do Jonghyun’s twelve seconds long high note in Lucifer, so obviously no, he didn’t have an as good stamina as that Dinoboy. And soon he pulled away.
They were panting, but he still managed to say, “Enough .. of missing .. for today .. okay !?”
Jonghyun pouted and tried his puppy eyes on him.
“You know I don’t fall for that Jjongie so just give up.”
“But …”
“But you ‘don’t really have the proper brain to think of all that just now’ , remember ?”
“But what if I still miss you ?”
“You’ll miss me tomorrow. Enough for today. We should play, I still have to beat you before Minho comes and ranks first on this new game again.”
Jonghyun was pouting again, that baby.
“Yah, let go. I can’t play if I’m sitting like that.”
“Shiro.”
“Jjong.”
“Andwae.”
“Jjoooong.”
“Anae!”
“Araso araso, then just shift at least okay ?”
“Deh.” Jonghyun said brightening up. He thought he heard Kibum say something like ‘worse than Taeminnie, how is that even possible !? Tch.’
“Eheheh.” He chuckled evily.
They spent the remaining hours playing. And indeed Key beat him at that game. The others came and found them in that same position, but they didn’t care to move. And none of the other members was disturbed by it. If you don’t count Taeminnie hugging his umma, and glaring a bit at Jonghyun. But then he remembered he missed him and hugged him too.
That night they spent a family night again, it had been so long that Jonghyun hadn’t heard all his best friends’ laughers fill the dorm like that. Tomorrow will be again, another day, full of schedules and he will feel lonely again. At least, he knew he would miss Kibum. And Kibum would miss him.
And now he was happy, missing him very, very, veryvery much.
||| So, missed me ... not !? ;__;
Frankly speaking, this is first apology fic. 'cause I said I would star the Second part of Mes premières long time ago, then on my own I had exams then I've been a lazy ass. So, sorry ? Then, the real idea I had for this fic will be on the second part. This 5k word were not planned, at all. Only thr first sentence was for it, then it told me to STFU and here we come. Please please please read and comment ? And don't really know about this. It just came flowing out of my fingers like ... idek. So I hope it's okay.
Next part will be it. With diva!Key and needy!frustrated!Jjong as I like him muhuhaha. Ahem. So, good ? Bad ? Bleh?
Second layer. |