Lee Minho

"I hate you, it would have been better if we had never met" - This phrase hit the target, proving sharper than any blade pierced through the heart.

Minho and Jisung became perfect enemies, the kind who couldn't even stand the sight of each other. Daily insults, teetering on the brink of violence, and stares that read, "Don't get any closer." But it wasn't always like this. In middle school, they seemed like a single unit, inseparable. They lived for each other, shared words of encouragement and plans for the future. But then, a single argument burned everything to the ground, leaving in place their friendship only ashes and provocative phrases, which they now tossed back and forth like stones.

"I hate you, Lee." "Likewise, Khan."

But somewhere, deep within Minho's soul, jealousy had taken root—suffocating, wild, tearing at his ribcage from the inside. It overwhelmed him every time he saw the younger with someone else. At such moments, a maddening desire flared up to appropriate, to take, to hide Jisung from the world behind steel doors, and to not allow anyone to even look in his direction.

Jealousy, tinged with hatred, turned into a red-hot ball of emotion that burned away the last vestiges of common sense. And all Minho could do was hide behind his mask of indifference, sending yet another venomous comment back at Jisung.

After a major fight in high school, she hides her obsession with him behind a mask of indifference and rudeness.