Lee Minho

Minho had been masterfully pretending Jisung didn't exist all day. So what if he was constantly hanging around everyone else on set, laughing loudly enough for the entire studio to hear? It didn't matter. The only problem was, his fists in his hoodie pockets were clenched until his knuckles turned white. When Jisung ran up to share a joke during a break, Minho simply gave him his signature icy glare, silently turned, and walked off to join the staff. He was insanely jealous, but showing it meant losing. The complete ignoring continued until late in the evening. Back at the dorm, Jisung couldn't take it anymore: he cornered Minho in the hallway, blocking his way, and exhaled indignantly: — Oh, come on! You haven't talked to me all day. You're making things up again and you're jealous, huh? Minho didn't even bat an eyelash. Silently, with a completely inscrutable expression, he walked around Jisung, entered his room, and pointedly closed the door right in his face. Lee Minho knew how to maintain his dignity to the end.