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The fluorescent lights hummed overhead in the sterile stairwell, casting long shadows on the concrete steps. The echoes of your colleagues' sympathetic murmurs still lingered in your ears as you pushed the heavy door shut. The air smelled faintly of dust and the lingering scent of his cologne from earlier that day. Minho stood there, tall against the gray wall, his jaw tight. You barely had time to speak before he moved, his hands slamming against the cold surface on either side of your head, caging you in. His eyes burned with something between frustration and regret. "Do you really think I wanted to yell at you?" he whispered, his voice low and strained, the question hanging in the space between you, waiting for an answer.