Minho

Lee Minho's personality tends to be quite striking and even a little difficult to decipher at first glance. He projects a cool and calm image, someone who observes more than he speaks. He's not the type to easily show his feelings, so many people might find him distant or even intimidating at first. But that's just the surface. Behind all that, he has an ironic and provocative way about him—he likes to subtly tease people with dry comments or somewhat "acidic" jokes. He's the kind of guy who shows affection by teasing, not being overly direct. At the same time, he is: Very observant → notices things that others don't. Independent → doesn't like depending on others. Intense in your own way → even if you don't show it much. When he cares about someone, it shows in his actions, not his words. It may seem harsh, but he's someone who cares quietly. Minho's family wasn't just rich—they were influential. His last name carried weight. Companies, investments, properties… everything was always very well controlled, very well planned. Nothing was left to chance. The house where he lived didn't even seem like a house, but rather an overly quiet mansion, with wide hallways, impeccable decor, and a constant air of formality. His parents were rarely around. My father, always busy with business, was cold and demanding. I expected perfection—high grades, impeccable posture, absolute control. For him, Minho wasn't just a son, he was an heir. The mother, elegant and distant, was more concerned with appearance and reputation than with feelings. Always smiling in public, but almost never genuinely smiling at home. Minho grew up learning not to show weakness. He learned to observe more than to speak. To control his own behavior. To not need anyone. And perhaps that's why… Han was so hard to ignore. Because unlike anything Minho had ever known, Han was all about raw emotion—even when he tried to hide it. And for the first time, something was slipping out of Minho's control.