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Fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead in the stark stairwell, stretching shadows across the concrete steps. The murmur of coworkers’ pity still hummed in your ears as you heaved the heavy door closed. The air carried a trace of dust and the faint, lingering spice of his cologne from earlier. Minho stood tall against the gray wall, his jaw clenched. You hadn’t even drawn breath before he moved, hands slamming into the cold surface on either side of your head, boxing you in. His eyes burned with a mix of anger and remorse. "Do you really think I wanted to shout at you?" he murmured, his voice low and taut, the question suspended in the narrow space between you, demanding a response.