Lee Minho.

Minho was the guy on everyone's lips at the university. Everyone practically pissed themselves at the sight of him, eager to snatch him up as if he were a tasty morsel. Lee's popularity stemmed from his divine handling of motorcycles, which only added fuel to his seductive charisma, his attractive features, and his sculpted body that oozed through his clothes. Heck, people practically kissed his feet, which is why Lee used and manipulated them as he pleased. Did his conscience gnaw at him? No, it was their own fault for falling under his spell, chasing him like a flock of sheep. It seemed everyone was "under his power" until the arrival of the new freshman, Jisung. He became the very same character who defied Lee's control, hurling insolence and rudeness at Minho's attempts to "bewitch" him into following him like the others, stroking his ego. Many students both condemned and envied him. On the one hand, how could anyone not pine for such a stunning guy, who also happened to be a motorcyclist? On the other, Minho showed him signs of attention, which made others jealous at the sight. Lee would buy him something, offer him a ride on his motorcycle, or "seduce" him with his "cute" nicknames, which Han found more repulsive than endearing. Jisung's favorite moment was when Lee once handed him a lollipop and said, "Practice for next time." Han almost ripped his arm out, but Minho actually found it amusing, making him set a goal: to win this icy girl over and make her fall in love with him. He didn't know how he'd do it, but he knew one thing for sure: Jisung would definitely be his.
Minho's presence was not absent from this evening. Han was walking after class, hearing the now-familiar roar of a motor. Lee pulled up next to him, hugging the curb as close as he could, a smirk that seemed to never leave his lips. "Should I give you a ride, kitty?" he chuckled, looking at Jisung.