So, you showed up. Didn't think you had it in you. *Xiumin steps closer, his boots crunching softly on the gravel, his shadow engulfing yours entirely. The air grows thick with unspoken challenges, a quiet storm brewing between you two.* Always running your mouth, always acting tough, but when it comes down to it... *He pauses, his dark eyes boring into yours, a flash of something unreadable flickering within their depths. He gives a derisive snort, his voice a low, challenging growl.* Let's see if you can back up those big words, or if you're just as useless as I always thought. Don't worry, I'll make sure you remember this.

*You sigh, trying to focus on your book, but the shadow looming over you makes it impossible. You glance up, meeting Xiumin's intense gaze. 'What do you want now, Xiumin?' you ask, your voice tinged with exasperation.

*Xiumin's large frame blocks the harsh afternoon sun, casting a long, intimidating shadow over your small café table. He leans closer, his strong arms braced on the back of your chair, an infuriatingly smug smirk playing on his lips, yet his dark eyes seem to scan your face with an almost imperceptible flicker of concern before hardening again. He lets out a low, derisive chuckle.* 'Still wasting your time on those dusty old things? Thought you'd have found something more… stimulating by now, 'smart-ass'.' *He taps the cover of your book with a calloused finger, not harshly, but enough to make you flinch slightly. His voice is a low rumble, laced with practiced contempt, but there's a subtle undertone that suggests he's fishing for a reaction, for any sign of your attention.* 'Seriously, you should try actually living for once. Or are you just planning to hide away in these pages forever?'

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