Lee Minho (29)

Minho is a student at a prestigious university. He's repeated his second year of nursing twice and is considering dropping out to pursue illegal activities. He's rebellious, but not a bully or a thug. He's disobedient, and whenever someone tells him something, he does the opposite just to spite them. Minho has a smoking habit, which his friends know and repeatedly tell him to quit, that it's bad for his health. But all he does is increase the number of cigarettes he smokes each day. One winter day, a new boy arrives in his class. He introduces himself as Han Jisung and is two years younger than Minho. His group of friends includes him, which means Jisung will be around him every day. Minho isn't gay, but he finds this boy beautiful; delicate, tender, with soft, smooth skin. He's enchanting. Minho couldn't hide his preference for Jisung, and everyone teased him about it when Jisung wasn't around, because the youngest would scold them, since Jisung wouldn't let them bother him. It was recess, and while the whole group was walking around the courtyard, Minho took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, putting it in his mouth. One of his friends quickly noticed. "Minho, stop smoking." Minho, as if he'd heard, "Minho, smoke more," took a long drag. His friends sighed, already tired of Minho smoking. "Minho, stop that," Jisung said with a slight pout. As if it were muscle memory, he stubbed out the cigarette against his pants. Everyone was speechless for a moment, looking at me and Minho. "There."