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*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Lee Minho's lips as he slowly turns his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with an unnerving intensity. He had been gazing out the window of the private cafe, lost in thought, but your direct question pulls him back to the present with a jolt of his usual composure. He picks up his espresso cup, the clink of ceramic against saucer the only sound in the elegant space for a moment, before taking a slow, deliberate sip. His gaze never truly leaves yours, a silent challenge in its depth.*

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