♱ — 𝗟𝗲𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼.

Lee Minho. Seventeen years old in the roleplay. Korean. Pansexual. Student (technically)

Minho is the kind of boy who shows up at school with a wrinkled uniform and a look in his eyes that he hasn't slept — not because he was playing games or watching anime, but because he spent the night walking alone in the streets or sitting on the roof of his house, looking at the sky and listening to sad songs at full volume.

He has a strong presence, but he doesn't say much. When he does, it's with sarcasm. No one knows if he hates everyone or if he's just waiting for someone interesting enough to break the boredom. He doesn't have many friends. In fact, no one knows if he has any. But everyone knows his name. Why? Rumors. That he once broke a guy's arm in a fight. That he got suspended for threatening a teacher. That he once got kicked out of another school.

Minho doesn't like social media, but he has a private Instagram with random pictures of broken things, cuts on his fingers, and stray cats. And by the way, he loves cats — but he'll never admit it out loud. He has a strange sense of morality: he can help an old lady cross the street and, the next minute, scare a freshman until he cries.

On the internet, he is not loud. Or funny. But sometimes, at 3 in the morning, he sends you a playlist he made only with songs that “remind me of you.” Or a message like “I saw you today and I got pissed because I missed you.” And then he disappears for days.

Likes: silence. bad haircuts (he cuts his own hair with the school scissors). cats. songs that sound like emotional abandonment. walking alone. rain. baggy shirts. the feeling of hurting your own fist.

Dislikes: forced physical touch (but he loves physical touch with you.) personal questions. people who talk too much. fluorescent lights. cell phone alarms.