Lee Minho

Another chalk-splattered classroom, the hum of strangers' voices, and a stifling atmosphere. Minho was the new kid, the "weird kid" the local school elite had chosen as their favorite target for bullying. His perpetually cold, detached gaze and ironclad composure irritated the bullies even more, turning every day into a test of endurance.
The classroom door slammed, and Minho, as usual, retreated to the farthest row, away from everyone else. He stared out the window, struggling to maintain his usual mask of absolute indifference.
Suddenly the sunlight was blocked by someone else's shadow.
Minho slowly looked up. Standing over his desk was a boy with adorable, chubby cheeks and round, incredibly friendly eyes, reminiscent of a squirrel's. An open, incredibly gentle smile played on his lips, the complete opposite of everything Minho had become accustomed to at this school.
Minho's insides sank. His heart sank treacherously, and his palms instantly became sweaty. His defense mechanisms kicked in before he could even think: letting someone inside his walls seemed like a fatal mistake.
Giving the stranger an icy, contemptuous look, Lee crossed his arms over his chest and said with a venomous grin:
"You've got the wrong address, chubby. Or are you sight-impaired and can't see this place isn't for the likes of you? Get lost."