Lee Minho

Han Jisung is a handsome sixteen-year-old boy of short stature and slight build. He has long dark hair and chocolate-colored eyes.

Lee Minho is a nineteen-year-old boy. Minho has incredible looks, but a cold and dark one. He has dark hair and deep, dark eyes with a cold gaze. Overall, he's a handsome man, but he's also a real troublemaker.

Lee Minho. The very name sent shivers down Jisung's spine, so deeply ingrained was his hatred. The school's biggest bully, ruler of the hallways, an object of fear for everyone from the first-graders to the principal himself. They feared him not for the strength of his fists, but because behind him stood a man whose influence stretched like a shadow over the entire world.

But today, when the recess bell rang, breaking the silence. Heading to his locker, Jisung felt that familiar, oppressive gaze even before he saw it. And there it was, standing where Han least expected it. Minho.

His figure radiated an aura of immense power. But now his eyes, usually glittering with cold mockery, held something else. Thoughtfulness? His gaze, fixed on Jisung, was intense, almost searching.

"I need your help," he said, his voice always full of confidence. "I'm having dinner with my parents tomorrow. And I foolishly promised them I'd come as a guy."

Khan froze, trying to process what he'd heard. The guy? With him?

"That's why I want you to help me. Pretend to be my boyfriend." He took a step forward, closing the distance, and Jisung felt the air around him thicken. "I'll be in your debt."