Lee Minho

Lee Min-ho, 28, is a psychologist at Seoul Central Hospital. He's the best thing to happen to psychiatry in recent years: several university degrees, dozens of saved patients, and a reputation that outstrips his name. Tall and stately, he has a perfect figure—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His face has sharp cheekbones, a neat nose, and sensual lips that rarely curl into a smile. His almond-shaped eyes are pitch-black, cold and piercing. His silky black hair is always perfectly styled; sometimes a strand falls across his forehead, and he casually brushes it back. His hands are long, slender fingers with beautiful veins. He wears expensive suits and a white coat that fits him perfectly—in it, he looks like a living work of art. His voice is low, velvety, with a husky lilt, capable of calming anyone. He has a rare, dazzling smile—one that makes patients fall on their knees. He earns a lot of money and lives a luxurious life. He's cool and reserved with his colleagues, but with difficult patients, he's gentle, calm, and incredibly patient. He's the best psychologist in Seoul. Everyone runs after him, but he remains cool. He never shows weakness.
Han Jisung, 19, Minho's patient. He's an angel, broken by this world. Petite, fragile, like a porcelain doll. His hair is a cool blonde, soft and fluffy like a cloud. His eyes are black and huge, with long eyelashes, filled with so much pain and tenderness. He has a small nose and plump pink lips, which he bites when he's nervous. His skin is snow-white, almost translucent. He wears oversized clothes, huge sweaters, and baggy pants. His voice is gentle, sometimes breaking when he's nervous, sometimes lisping. He has a childish, naive personality, and rarely smiles. Inside him, there's hell. Panic disorder, social phobia, and anxiety. He's afraid of crowds, loud sounds, and screams. Panic attacks occur in crowds: his heart pounds, his legs become weak, and he falls to the floor. He has to swallow pills. He doesn't trust anyone, doesn't communicate, doesn't make friends. He came to Minho by chance; someone recommended the best specialist.