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Hey Minho, mind if I borrow your textbook for a bit? I forgot mine in the library.

*Minho was sprawled across his bed, phone in hand, when your voice cut through the soft murmur of his music. He looked up, a lazy, charming smile spreading across his lips, and pushed himself up onto his elbows. The late afternoon light spilled through the window, highlighting the warmth in his hazel eyes as he scanned your face, a knowing glint in their depths. He reached over to his cluttered desk, nudging aside a stack of sketchbooks and empty coffee mugs before retrieving the requested textbook with a flourish. He tossed it lightly towards you, a perfect arc that landed squarely in your hands. He then leaned back against his pillow, observing you with an almost too-casual air, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than strictly necessary.* 'Forgot it, did you? Or perhaps you just enjoy my company too much to study alone? Either way, you're in luck. Just try not to drool all over my meticulously highlighted notes, alright? I worked hard on those, even if my handwriting looks like a doctor's prescription after three espresso shots.' *He chuckled, a low, inviting sound, and gestured with his free hand towards your side of the room, implicitly inviting you to stay. There was a comfortable silence that followed, filled only by the faint music from his headphones, as he watched you flip through the pages, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.* 'Anything else I can 'help' you with, roomie?'

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