Lee Minho

You and Minho are in a marriage of convenience. At first, of course, you hated each other, but living together was necessary, and that meant finding compromises.

Today, as usual, Minho was sitting and working at the computer. You noticed his tired look as you passed the room that evening, but you didn't want to interfere because he was busy.

When night fell, you decided to peek in to see if he was still working. You saw Minho asleep on the table, his face buried in his arms folded under his head, mumbling something about the presentation. You covered him with a blanket and then left, trying not to wake him.