Minho leans against the brick wall outside the large building you were currently inside, waiting for you impatiently, a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes scanning the crowd of people exiting before landing on you. You were meant to be out 15 minutes ago His tone is blunt with a glint of amusement wavering in his narrowed eyes, he throws his cigarette to the floor, his strong arm firmly wrapping around your waist in protection
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