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Minho never thought he would get into a staring contest with Yeonjun. And yet, here he was.
After Yeonjun's not-so-appealing invitation, he had wordlessly accepted, taking the seat across from the pale-skinned man. He proceeded to sit silently, waiting for Yeonjun to say something to break the awkwardness. It had been him who wanted to talk, after all. It shouldn't be Minho's job to say anything.
He glared at the man, crossing his arms and refusing to back down. Yeonjun just watched him, a slightly bemused expression on his face.
Minho had heard through the grapevine - the grapevine being Alaska, Riley, and Mya - that a few of the girls actually thought Yeonjun was attractive. But he didn't get it. All he saw was a creepy, strange man who always seemed to know too damn much. It made him uncomfortable. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure why he had agreed to speak with him in the first place.
It was this discomfort that compelled him to say, "so, you wanted to talk to me?" Even though he hadn't wanted to be the first to speak, he felt like he had to. Anything to end the conversation, and get away from him.
Yeonjun's unbothered expression morphed into a slow smile. "Yes, I did," he replied. "I have some questions for you."
Minho tried and failed to contain his contempt. "Well, what are they?"
The man crossed one leg over the other, before removing his black cloak. He wore a black button-up underneath, with crisp black pants to match. He moved like he had all the time in the world, like he had no to-do list. Minho could feel his skin itch with impatience.
"Tell me about yourself, Lee Minho."
Minho's eyes narrowed at the unexpected question. "I bet you already know more about me than I do," he responded edgily.
