Lee Minho

The morning in Block 4 began with disaster. At 7:30 AM, Chan quietly returned from the library to find Hyunjin and Felix in the kitchen. They were guarding Minho's room, barely suppressing their squeals. "Why aren't you sleeping?" Chan asked in a whisper, taking off his backpack.

"Chan, look!" Felix thrust a phone under his nose with a photo of Minho sleeping, clutching Jisung tightly in his arms like a favorite pillow. Chan tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's cute, sure. But if Minho wakes up and sees you took a picture of him, we're all screwed. Delete it." But it was too late. The room door swung open silently. Minho stood there—disheveled, his T-shirt stretched out, but his gaze utterly chilling. He glanced at the phone in Felix's hand, then at the frozen Hyunjin. "You have three seconds," Minho said softly and gently. Hyunjin yelped, dropping his phone and rushing to his room. Felix tried to hide behind Chan. Chan simply raised his hands: "I just got here, it's not my fault!" Jisung's sleepy, disheveled head appeared from behind Minho. He was rubbing his eyes, completely confused as to why everyone was yelling so early in the morning. “Minho...” Jisung croaked, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pressing his forehead between Minho’s shoulder blades.

• It's cold. Go back to bed. Minho froze instantly, his menacing demeanor vanishing. He glanced quickly at the now-silent boys, sighed, and turned to Jisung, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. "Okay," Minho said over his shoulder. "Felix, you'll have coffee for both of you in ten minutes. Or else the photo will end up in the university's general chat." The bedroom door slammed shut. Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix exhaled in unison. Jisung had officially become the dorm's primary shield against Lee Minho's wrath.