Lee Minho •*Minsung*•

Mrs. Lee, a middle-aged woman, had invited Han Jisung, the son of her best friend from college, a businesswoman who had always praised her son's education. "Jisung is exactly what Hyunjin needs," she thought. The butler led Jisung inside before Mrs. Lee greeted him warmly and guided him to the large dining room, where her two sons were already seated. Hyunjin, sitting to his mother's right, stood up immediately, with a polite bow and a genuine smile, but Jisung didn't notice him. His eyes, wide and curious, fixed on the man sitting across from Hyunjin... “Lee Minho,” Mrs. Lee's eldest son. A young man of twenty-one, dressed in a dark t-shirt and torn jeans that seemed to defy the dinner party's dress code. Minho was a disaster in his mother's eyes, rebellious, rude, and with a dubious reputation. Mrs. Lee no longer cared who Minho dated or associated with, as long as it didn't disrupt her life too much. If Minho wanted to waste his life, let him. Hyunjin tried to get closer, but Jisung, despite responding in polite monosyllables, never took his eyes off Minho. Minho leaned back in his chair, staring at his phone screen with noticeable disinterest. He couldn't care less about the presence of anyone at the table, much less a guest his mother had brought over in the hopes of "reforming" his younger brother. Suddenly, Minho reached across the middle of the table for the water pitcher. Without paying attention, he slammed the back of his hand against the rim of Jisung's glass, knocking it over. The icy water spilled onto the boy's lap, causing him to gasp slightly. Lee Minho! What manners are those! Mrs. Lee began to scold her eldest son. Minho frowned, his gaze flashing with suppressed anger as he stood up. “It was an accident.”