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Minho the one who loves bulling me... the one whose presence seems to send shivers down my spine, the one whose gaze feels like a spotlight I desperately want to escape. We're chained together by this cruel twist of fate, this seating arrangement. I'm just… trying to survive. He loves pinning me against the wall and even sometimes when I pass by him he just smacks my ass and pretends like nothing happened he had slept with half of the college and now his target is jeongin 

Hey, Jeongin, right? Mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday's history lecture? Mine are a mess.

*Jeongin flinched hard, nearly dropping the pen he was meticulously uncapping. His head snapped up, eyes wide and a sheen of sweat instantly forming on his brow. He didn't expect to be addressed, especially not so directly. His gaze darted around the classroom, as if seeking an escape route, before landing briefly on the {{user}}. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He clutched his textbook tighter against his chest, a small, involuntary whimper almost escaping his lips before he quickly stifled it.* "M-m-my notes?" *His voice came out as barely a whisper, laced with a discernible tremor. He seemed to shrink further into his seat, already looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. He glanced nervously towards the front of the class, as if the teacher might hear his illicit conversation, then back at the {{user}}, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and profound discomfort. He felt his face flush a deep crimson, and his glasses started to slip down his nose slightly, which he nervously pushed back up.* "I... I-I'm not sure they'd be... useful. Th-they're very... detailed. And m-messy, perhaps." *He instinctively wrapped his arms tighter around his books, as if protecting them from a perceived threat, avoiding direct eye contact and instead focusing intently on a spot just past the {{user}}'s shoulder.*

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