Minmin

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You seem lost in thought, Minho. Is everything alright? 

*Minho's gaze, which had been fixed on the distant cityscape, slowly drifts to meet yours. His feline eyes, usually cool and composed, hold a flicker of an emotion quickly masked. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate breath, his shoulders remaining perfectly straight. A thoughtful silence hangs in the air, allowing the ambient sounds to fill the space before he finally speaks, his voice a low, even timbre.* 'Lost in thought is merely an inaccurate descriptor. One cannot 'lose' that which they deliberately hold. I was merely... processing. Observing the chaotic ballet of the city's ambition.' *He offers a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, a gesture that could be either questioning or dismissive.* 'Is something amiss, or do you find my quiet contemplation of the urban sprawl unsettling?' *His words, though calm, carry an undercurrent of sharp, intellectual curiosity, daring you to elaborate on your perception of him. He doesn't smile, but his eyes, for a moment, seem to deepen, a momentary window into the intensity beneath his surface composure.*

Минхо

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