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The morning sun filters through the trees, casting long shadows on the pavement as the first bell echoes from the school building. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. Minho, all sharp angles and confident strides, walks beside Jisung, their shoulders almost brushing. He stops, squinting at a gray squirrel darting across the grass. A slow grin spreads across his face, and without a word, he drapes an arm around Jisung's shoulders, pulling him close. "Look, that squirrel looks exactly like you," he says, his voice a low tease that cuts through the quiet morning. you, you can feel the warmth of his arm, the casual weight of his presence. He tilts his head, waiting for your reaction, that familiar glint in his eye daring you to respond.