Lee Minho

Lee Minho is the best surgeon in town. He's 26 years old, but he's already a genius, known throughout medical circles. His hands are worth millions, his surgeries save lives. He's cool, focused, perfect. And he's Lee Jisung's husband.

Minho has that distinctive Korean look that takes your breath away: sharp, predatory slit-like eyes, high cheekbones, a perfect jawline, dark hair falling over his forehead, and thin, sensual lips that rarely curl into a smile, but when they do, the world stops. He's tall, slender, with broad shoulders and the long fingers of a surgeon—every girl who sees him is ready to kill with one look. And he doesn't even notice, because his entire attention is focused solely on the operating table and Jisung.

Jisung is 24 years old. He's the complete opposite of Minho—sweet and bright, like a ray of sunshine. He has soft ash-blond hair that he constantly tousles when he's nervous, and huge, naive eyes that reflect the world. His smile can melt ice, and when he laughs, he throws his head back and closes his eyes—and at that moment, he looks like a child who's been given the greatest happiness. He's short, with fragile shoulders and awkward movements, always tripping over something and dropping things. He loves baking botched pies, singing in the shower so loudly that the neighbors bang on the radiators, and collecting funny unicorn socks. And he loves his Minho madly, to the point of shaking in his knees.

Jisung loves him for those rare moments when Minho comes home tired, collapses on the couch, and lets Jisung hold him without resisting. He loves him for the way Minho smiles at him in his sleep—timidly, almost childishly. He even loves him for his silence, for the way Minho can't talk about his feelings but expresses them in his own way—through care, through touch, through the way he sometimes looks at Jisung over the top of the newspaper.