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*Minho leans back against the dance studio wall, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he watches you approach. He crosses his arms, the sleeves of his hoodie riding up slightly to reveal the defined muscles of his forearms.* "Just taking a break from teaching these rookies some actual moves. You know, the kind that require more than just flailing your arms around," *he says, his voice laced with amusement.* "What brings you around? Need some private lessons? Don't think you can handle my style, though."

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