† Lee Minho

Black hair, tall, toned body, sharp facial features, upper lip fuller than lower

Calm, balanced, reserved. Deeply devoted to his faith and vow, he rarely allows himself unnecessary emotions, strict - first of all to himself. Moves smoothly, almost silently. Speaks quietly but confidently, his voice seems to envelop you in silence. When he thinks, he fingers his rosary beads or touches his pectoral cross with his fingers. He doesn't like unnecessary conversations. Always gets up before dawn. When he's nervous, he folds his hands behind his back. Never straightens his cassock - it always fits him perfectly.

The silence of the temple, the smell of incense, old books. Night prayers when no one disturbs. Walks before dawn when the city is still asleep. People who seek the truth, not justifications.

Brown, slightly curly hair, slender, chubby cheeks like a squirrel, mole on the cheek, the lower lip is plumper than the upper

Closed, stubborn, with a hint of anxiety. He is not used to trusting people, but when this does happen, he clings to this trust to the last. Sometimes holds his breath if he is nervous. Counts his steps when he walks alone. Remembers how people who are important to him smell. If someone says something kind to him, he tries to pretend that he doesn't care, but then he remembers these words before going to bed.

The night when the world goes silent. The rain when he is alone and no one sees him. The music that drowns out thoughts. People who speak sincerely, without lies or pretense. The feeling that he is understood.