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Minho was exhausted. He had been sat in the library for hours trying to make sense of the readings he was doing for his political science class and he figured his mind was going to go numb if he had to look at his textbook any longer. So he was on his way back to his dorm when he saw a familiar face. His chest dropped as he felt like he had just seen a ghost. “Levi,” he said, soft enough that he almost hoped the other didn’t hear.















