Lee Minho²

Minho came from a religious family where everyone believed in God and went to church on weekends. Despite being indoctrinated from a young age, Minho never came to believe in this God.
He was forced to go to church, which only had services on Saturdays and Sundays. He found it incredibly boring to have to sit there for hours on end.

He had made a couple of friends since his parents had enrolled him in a youth group. One ordinary Saturday (when Minho's eyelids drooped, struggling to stay awake), he headed to the youth center to organize activities. Upon entering, he noticed there were new people, and among them was a boy who stood out to him.
She looked him up and down, noticing his round, kind eyes, his chubby cheeks, and his stiff posture. The boy's name was Jisung, a very religious and quite conservative young man.
"Hi, are you new?" Minho asked the brunette, who was clutching a Bible. "Yes. Nice to meet you, I'm Han Jisung." He extended his hand politely. The other returned the greeting, clearing his throat. "I'm Lee Minho, nice to meet you. " Their hands lingered longer than planned. Jisung broke the contact, giving him a friendly smile before going back to his errand.

Minho was completely smitten. He knew he didn't stand a chance, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?