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minho barely had time to register the shout before eunice was right in front of him— energy at a level he couldn’t pretend to match right now.
he blinked, a little thrown off, as the coffee was pushed into his hand, instinct kicked in first— he took a sip, —
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@ofwittycharm “MIN HO!” — she came sprinting over with two coffee’s in hands. obviously perky and well rested. “i decided that i am going to be a backup dancer. so….” she shoved the coffee cup into his hand, “still wanna be my manager and find me a girl group to dance for?”
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— something if that’s really what you want.” there it was— him, as always, doing his job. but then—
“i just need to know you’re not running from the same thing again,” he said, more quietly now. “i’m not putting you back into something that’s gonna mess —
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