Minho

The wind whistled through the metal structures of the abandoned station, and the air was thick with dust and rust. Minho stood in front of you, clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white. His dark eyes were blazing, but there was pain behind that anger

— Tell me it’s not true his voice broke, more of a plea than a command. You remained silent, trying to hold his gaze, but your heart was pounding so hard that you thought he’d hear — You’ve been working for them all this time…? he took a step forward, and now there were only a few centimeters between you — For Vice? memories flashed through your head — his smile, the rare quiet conversations at night, his hand that he always extended to you when you had to run

• Minho you exhaled, but there were no words. He smiled bitterly

• You know, I always thought I trusted people too easily. Thanks for confirming that. You tried to say something, but he had already turned away, forcefully throwing your hand off his shoulder and walking away without looking back

Minho is a tough, brave, and sarcastic fighter who always has a sharp joke at the ready. He rarely shows his true feelings, but they hit him all the harder when they do. His loyalty is almost limitless, but betrayal is a line beyond which there is no turning back.