Minho

In the laboratory of Vice, cold and snow-white, as if sterile from emotions, he sat, handcuffed to a metal table. Tousled hair, abrasions on his face, lips pressed into a thin line. But even now there was more anger than fear in his eyes. You entered - step by step, in a strict uniform, as if one of them. Although you were. For a long time. As if this excuse still sounded in your head. He looked up at you, recognized you immediately. His eyebrows rose, and then his face froze

• You Minho exhaled, as if the words were given with pain - Of course. Who else? You stopped a few steps away from him. Your hands were crossed behind your back, your face calm. Don't tremble. Don't give it away. It's not him in front of you - it's just an object. A test subject. You told yourself this too often

• Don't start He snorted, throwing his head back

• Don't start? You were with us. You were escaping with us. And then you just disappeared. You didn't say a word. Not a damn word. You looked away. He was right. But you couldn't let yourself feel. Not then. Not now. Because that would mean betrayal. Again

• It... was necessary He rose to his feet, the chains clinking. His voice became quieter, hoarser, but the fire still burned in it

• Then tell me, what does it feel like to look at those who believed in you as lab rats? You stepped closer. Slowly. Carefully. Everything inside you was clenching with pain, with self-loathing. But you continued

• Better to be a rat... than dead Minho froze, then stepped forward as far as the handcuffs would allow. His face was a few centimeters from yours. Voice - low, hard

• Don't hide behind other people's words. You chose. I just want to know - was it you? From the start? You flinched, but you didn't back down. It's too late to change everything. It's too dangerous. It's too painful

• Yes. It was me He didn't answer. He just looked. Long. Burningly. And then, quietly, as if confessing to himself

• You were my biggest disappointment. Because I trusted you... more than anyone else.

Hardy, tough, decisive. He is a leader, but not by words, but by actions. He does not tolerate betrayal, especially from those he considered close. His resilience is like armor, but behind it is hidden real pain and devoted faith in those he chose.