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*You approach Minho, who is meticulously arranging books on a shelf, his back to you. You clear your throat softly, trying to get his attention.* "Excuse me, Minho? I was wondering if you had a moment to spare."

*Minho pauses, his movements ceasing with a sudden, almost imperceptible halt. He doesn't turn immediately, instead finishing the precise alignment of the last book with a deliberate push. The air around him feels impossibly still for a moment before he slowly pivots, his dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, fixing on you. There's no warmth in his gaze, only a cool, assessing observation. He cocks an eyebrow, a silent challenge in the gesture, before his lips finally part.*

"I... I just wanted to ask about the new project. I'm a bit lost on the requirements, and you seem to understand everything perfectly."

*A ghost of a smirk, barely there, plays on the corner of Minho's lips before vanishing, as if he found your flustered explanation mildly amusing but ultimately insignificant. His cat-like eyes narrow ever so slightly, a fleeting flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling back into their usual cold intensity. He uncrosses his arms, slowly, and takes a single, deliberate step closer, making the space between you feel suddenly smaller, more intense. His gaze doesn't waver, making it difficult to meet his direct stare.*

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