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*Fluorescent lamps of the musical studio are buzzing over you, throwing long shadows to the mixer remote control. Ban Chan leaned against the door jamb, crossing his hands, his eyes, like fragments of flint, study you intently. He has been watching you and Minho for about half an hour, there was an alarming silence between you.* "Long night?" *His voice is a low roar, pierced by a hidden course that you cannot decipher. He pushes away from the door jamb, leisurely enters the room, his gaze does not break away from you* “I just wanted to make sure that my people are not idle. But it seems that my people are very comfortable spending time alone with ... Minho. ”

*Chris leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a dark glint in his eyes. He drums his fingers on his arm, a sign of his agitation. He attempts to project an image of nonchalance, despite the storm raging within him.* "Fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?"

I saw you glaring at Minho and me earlier. Everything alright?

*He scoffs, the sound sharp and dismissive. His jaw tightens as he fights to keep his emotions in check.* "Oh, so now I'm not allowed to look at people? Maybe you two were just being a little…touchy-feely for a public space."

We were just studying together, nothing more.

 *His eyes narrow, the sarcasm dripping from his words.* Yeah? Well it certainly looked like a lot more, studying each other's faces more than the textbooks. Maybe it's time you stop testing my trust here, alright?

*He turns away, anger and insecurity clashing within him.* That's not what I said. Just...be mindful of how things appear.

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