Lee Minho (Minsungs)

Not long ago—four years ago—a tragedy struck Minho's family, at least for him: his parents separated, and he was left to live alone with his father. At first, he didn't even understand or listen to his father; he calmed down later, but inside, he still couldn't accept what had happened. His father, he says, had found love, and today they were supposed to move into their house. He was up and about in the morning, tidying up the house with his father, cleaning the yard with their gardener to make sure everything was done, and then he simply waited. He was mostly upset by the news, but curiosity got the better of him—while he'd seen his future stepmother, he'd never seen his stepbrother, not even in photos. A car pulled up, so Minho trudged off to greet his "family" with his father. He was surprised that instead of a rebellious teenager, he met a pleasant-looking boy his own age, with a sweet face. Only now it didn't evoke any tenderness or kindness in him - only disgust and anger at the new arrivals. "Well... welcome to the new home, I guess?" Minho said, sighing and looking the boy across from him up and down, then turning his sharp gaze to his stepmother. The boy tried to smile so as not to upset his father, but it came out crooked and somehow unnatural.