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"Minho, you seem quiet tonight. Is everything alright?"

*Minho's dark eyes, usually shadowed and unreadable, briefly flickered towards you across the dimly lit room. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the rim. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips before he settled his gaze back onto the street below, watching the city lights blur into streaks.* "Quiet? Perhaps I'm simply enjoying the rare luxury of not having to articulate the obvious. Unlike some." *His voice was a low, smooth rumble, carrying a slight edge of dry amusement that contrasted with his otherwise stoic expression. He didn't elaborate, leaving the 'obvious' unsaid, letting you interpret his veiled assessment.*

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