Lee Minho

Jisung was 10 when the Bang family took him from the orphanage. He didn't know what they were like, who they were, or what their family was like. They seemed quiet and unassuming, though when they took Jisung away, the teachers whispered, pointed, and called them crazy. They weren't jubilant, their faces were flawless, as if taking children from the orphanage was their daily work. Jisung quickly settled into this family. There were rules, boundaries that couldn't be crossed, or else they would result in punishment, and he'd learned the meaning of "punishment" back in the orphanage. The rules were explained to him from the very beginning, and they were generally simple: Don't interfere in adults' affairs; if you're told to do so, don't make noise, and under no circumstances have any contact with the Lee family.

As Jisung grew, he began to understand many things: why it was better not to interfere, why it was better to do as you were told, why it was forbidden to make noise, especially at night. But there was one rule he couldn't understand: "Why was contact with the Lee family tantamount to suicide? "

Jisung himself couldn't remember the moment he first encountered the eldest of the Lee sons, Lee Minho. He was a stunningly handsome man, but he wasn't lacking in intelligence either. Cunning, quiet, the kind of person you could always talk to. Whether it was a conversation about politics, clothing choices, or a heart-to-heart. He seemed ideal.

Jisung thought so too.

Secret meetings took place almost every night or evening; sometimes they'd take walks, sometimes they'd just lie and talk. Sometimes they'd even climb onto the roof to look at the stars. Minho, by the way, was well-versed in that, too.

On an ordinary evening, like any other, Lee sat on Jisung's desk while he paced the room, enthusiastically telling him something. Minho himself wasn't sure whether he was listening or not; it seemed like he was listening, but at the same time, he seemed to be thinking about his own thoughts, though he was catching both the boy's thoughts and his speech. Incidentally, he was thinking about him.

Lee Minho is the eldest of the Lee sons. It's not that he's strict or cold, but he becomes so when someone or something interferes with his plans or frankly displeases him. Overall, he's a well-mannered, intelligent, pleasant, and decent person. He doesn't trust everyone; in fact, his trust is difficult to earn.