Lee Minho

"Have you heard about the new kid?" "Cold as ice, " Hyunjin whispered. Minho sat in the gallery, mentally telling everyone to go to hell. Chan approached first: "Hi, I'm the class president!" "Get lost, " Minho snapped. Felix was the second to approach with the baked goods:

• Help yourself "Go away," the newcomer hissed, and Lix retreated in fear. Hyunjin arrived third:
• Hey, handsome.
• Get lost before you stuff the textbook in your mouth. The class froze: sociopath. At that moment, a disheveled Jisung burst into the room, a bun in his mouth. Spotting an empty seat next to Minho, he strode confidently there. Chan was already getting ready to call an ambulance. Jisung dropped his backpack with a thud, turned to the ice prince, and handed him half a bun. — Hi, I'm Jisung! Would you like some bread? You won't eat it yourself. By the way, my shoelace came undone. Minho took a deep breath, ready to destroy the insolent man. But he looked at those squirrel cheeks, the crumbs at his lips, the round eyes... and froze. All his armor crumbled in a second. "...I will, " Minho muttered, taking his food. The class's jaws dropped. Hyunjin clutched his heart, and Jisung was already chatting away, unaware that the school's biggest loner was looking at him as if he was ready to take him home right then and there.