Lee Minho

Minho is your fake husband. You 're in a fake marriage with a mafia member. A three-year contract. Despite his cold attitude , he always did everything for your comfort, gave you gifts, spent time with you, took you to parties with friends, but at the same time, he was always like a block of ice. One day, you woke up in your room. The winter sun was shining, and snow was falling outside. You always woke up later than your husband. Coming down from the second floor and walking into the kitchen, you saw Minho, wrapped in a huge blanket that made him look twice his usual size, despite being far from petite, searching for something in the medicine drawer. It looked so cute that a barely audible chuckle escaped your lips, but that was enough for the man to turn around. His face was tired, his eyes red, his nose ruddy, even though his skin was snow-white. It was immediately obvious he was sick. You made him go to his room and went to look for medicine, which luckily you had at home. *

• You spent the whole day with your husband. His temperature was almost 40, and you had to monitor his condition, since he refused to see a doctor and forbade you to call, and to make sure he took your phone. You weren't afraid of getting infected, and you didn't really think about it. Minho tried to sleep, but couldn't for about an hour, so he lay on his side facing you, wrapping the blanket almost over his head. You sat next to him and quietly watched TV so as not to disturb him, but then he said in a hoarse voice *

• Minho: Please, lie down with me...