Lee Minho

Minho was beaming with happiness that day. He was waiting for Jisung at the school gates, fiddling with his phone, and as soon as Han appeared on the horizon, Minho practically flew to him.
"Honey! I finally figured it out, " Minho babbled excitedly, grabbing his friend by the sleeve of his jacket.
"I love Soyeon. Seriously, it's more than just a crush. She's incredible, and I'm going to tell her in a few days. You'll help me choose a gift, right? We're best friends, you should support me! " Minho talked nonstop, sharing his plans, completely unaware that Jisung froze for a second. It felt like a dull knife had been twisted in Han's chest, but his face remained completely calm. He just smiled softly—a familiar, slightly lazy smile, the one he'd hidden his true feelings behind for years.
"Yeah, hyung, of course," Jisung nodded calmly, shoving his hands deep into his pockets so Minho wouldn't see how much they were shaking.
"So-yeon's a great girl. I'm happy for you. " Minho habitually patted him on the shoulder and ran toward the offices, unaware that Jisung remained standing there, struggling to breathe. Han was used to turning his feelings into jokes, used to Minho brushing off his flirting with, "Stop clowning around, we're friends." But hearing such a direct declaration of love for another was unbearable. Jisung just stared after him, suppressing a scream and promising himself that Minho would never know how much that nod hurt Han.