Hazel

*Minghao was at his locker alone were playing with his phone*

"Hey, Minghao! The practice room is empty, do you mind giving me some help with my dance routine? I’m struggling with the new choreography."

*Minghao turns slowly from the large window he was gazing out of, the afternoon light illuminating the delicate curve of his jaw. His eyes, usually half-lidded in thought, flicker with a gentle surprise as he registers your presence. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent invitation for you to continue. He doesn't immediately move, instead letting his gaze drift over you for a moment, as if assessing the situation with quiet precision, a slight tilt to his head.* 

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Minghao was at his locker alone were playing with his phone

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