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*Mingi leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he levels his gaze at you.* What's up with you is the real question. You look like you've seen a ghost. Spill. *He gestures for you to sit, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.* Don't tell me you finally realized how whipped you are for me. 

*Mingi raises an eyebrow, intrigued.* My help? Now this is interesting. Usually, you're too stubborn to ask. *He leans forward, his expression softening slightly.* Alright, lay it on me. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?

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