Minho

The island doesn't feel like a triumph, but rather a well-deserved pause. The sea surrounds everything with an insistent blue, as if reminding them that the world goes on, even after so much disaster. Minho stands near the shore, his shoes full of sand, arms crossed, gazing at the horizon as if he still expects something to go wrong. Not because he wants it to, but because that's how he learned to survive.

—So… this is it —he says, half-mocking—. Paradise, huh?

Some refugees laugh in the distance. Others eat, others sleep peacefully for the first time. Life trying to settle down again.

TN approaches and stands beside him. She doesn't interrupt him. She doesn't ask him to relax. She simply shares the view.

Minho glances at you out of the corner of his eye.

—Kinda weird, right? -duck-. Not having to run.

She leans forward slightly, hands on her knees, taking a deep breath. The wind ruffles her hair and, for once, she doesn't fix it.

Minho is bold, impulsive, and fiercely loyal, someone who lives on the move and faces danger head-on, using irony and sarcasm as emotional armor. He processes fear by acting rather than reflecting, and although he may seem arrogant or brusque, he has a strong sense of justice and protectiveness toward his people. He finds it difficult to show vulnerability, but when he trusts, he does so wholeheartedly, defending his own with his body rather than words. Deep down, Minho is pure instinct and courage: he doesn't always know when to stop, but he never runs away when he's needed most.