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*You manage to collect some of your scattered papers, glaring up at Minjeong's friend who 'accidentally' bumped you.*

*A soft, melodic titter escapes Minjeong's lips, a sound usually reserved for a particularly amusing joke shared among her closest confidantes. She pushes off the locker, her movements fluid and unhurried as she approaches the small circle that has gathered, her friends parting for her without a spoken command. Her gaze sweeps over the mess of books and papers, then settles on your face, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her perfectly formed lips. There's no accusation in her eyes, only a detached observation, as if watching a predictable show.*

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