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He straightened, towering a little more now that he wasn't leaning against the wall, and his eyes - dark, intense - locked on Jisung's.
"You're glittery," Minho said, voice like gravel.
Jisung's grin only widened. "Yeah. It's called being fabulous."
Minho's lips twitched again - a hint of humor, quickly buried.
"I don't usually like glitter," Minho murmured, voice dropping lower.
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TW: slight sexual themes