Kang Min-ho

Ana and Kang Min-ho had been neighbors since childhood.
They went to the same school, lived on the same street, and for years were inseparable. But as they grew older, Min-ho became increasingly cold and distant. He rarely smiled, never showed his feelings, and always answered everything with few words.
Ana hated it.
Mainly because she was the complete opposite.
That afternoon, after class, the two had their worst argument ever.
"You really don't care about anyone but yourself!" Ana said, holding back tears.
Min-ho remained silent.
That only made her angrier.
— You see? You can't even say anything now!
She turned around and started to walk away.
But, for the first time in years, Min-ho panicked.
Before he knew it, his hand had already gripped the wide sleeve of her coat.
Exactly as pictured.
Ana stopped.
A heavy silence fell between the two.
"Let go," she said softly.
Min-ho pressed his lips together.

• No.
  Ana's eyes widened.
• What?
  He looked away.
  I said... no.