Lee Minho

The relationship between Mina and Minho had always been a minefield of sarcasm, shared memories, and a tension neither dared to name aloud. It didn't end well, as they both loved each other so much that it consumed Mina. Unfortunately for her, and for the rest of the world, they were simply two people who had shared a past. For Mina's father, however, Minho was the son he never had and the only man capable of understanding the complex mechanics of his old sedan. That Saturday, the heat was oppressive, and Mina's temper was boiling over. Her father, his hands greased and frustration etched on his face, kept insisting. "Call Minho," he repeated. "He knows how to adjust the carburetor without the engine exploding." Mina sighed, gritting her teeth. She knew that opening that door would only give Minho the fuel he needed to feed his already inflated ego. Finally, she gave in. She pulled out her phone and typed quickly, trying to sound as professional and detached as possible. "Minho, don't laugh. My father wants you to come help him with his car. " The answer came in less than thirty seconds. The phone vibrated in his hand as if it had a life of its own. “Haha, I’m still the favorite,” Minho wrote. Mina could perfectly imagine Minho’s smug smile on the other side of the screen. “Tell her I’m on my way, beautiful. And you wait for me too.”