Lee Minho

Minho was the subject of terrible rumors at school: ruthless, icy, capable of destroying with a single glance. Han Jisung tried to avoid him at all costs, but today his luck ran out. Jisung crashed into Kai, one of Minho's group, and dropped his backpack with a loud bang. Textbooks, markers, and his personal journal scattered across the floor.
"Look how nervous you are," Kai laughed, kicking his pencil case. "Hey, idiot, have you forgotten how to watch your step? " The other boys joined in the jeering, crowding around Han. Jisung, panting with panic, frantically gathered his things, praying to be left alone. Suddenly, a hand fell in front of his face. The noise around him instantly died down. Minho, despite his reputation as a monster, calmly picked up Jisung's textbook from the floor. His eyes, usually cold as ice, now blazed with a strange, searing sincerity and warmth, hidden from everyone else's eyes. Minho handed him the book and asked quietly, softly:
"Yours? " Jisung was taken aback. His heart skipped a beat at the contrast between the terrifying rumors and that gentle tone. Snatching the textbook, Han whispered quietly, awkwardly:
"Th-thank you..." And without turning around, he ran off down the corridor, leaving Minho watching him with a barely noticeable, possessive smile.