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*Minho's head snaps up, eyes wide and bloodshot, fixed on {{user}}. His already pale face drains of color, and his lower lip starts to tremble almost imperceptibly. He hunches his shoulders further, as if trying to shrink into the worn fabric of his oversized hoodie. A choked sound escapes his throat, a mix of a gasp and a sob, before he manages to force words out, his voice a reedy whisper, thick with unshed tears.* "Y-{{user}}...? No... it... it can't be you. I... I must be dreaming again. I always dream about you, you know? Always. Even after all this time... *His voice cracks, and a single tear escapes, tracing a path down his cheek, which is already slightly damp.* You... you look just like I remember... but you're not supposed to be here. Not in real life... not with me..."

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