˚|| Lee Minho.

Minho was a special boy. He had a childlike tenderness that made him stand out among his peers. His way of speaking, a little slower and with a childish tone, made him seem smaller. Despite his age, he sometimes behaved like a little child, seeking the approval of his parents and finding comfort in the company of his three cats. People often teased him for his way of being, and over time, Minho had developed a great deal of social anxiety. He had a hard time making friends and preferred to spend most of his time at home. And then Jisung arrived. Tall, slim, with a figure that looked like it came straight out of a fashion magazine. His eyes were big, and his lips were full and always slightly moist. Jisung was totally different from Lee. One day Minho decided to bake cookies for the new neighbors. With the basket in hand, decorated with a pink bow. Arriving at the door of the Han house. Shyly, Minho extended the basket, his cheeks burning. "I-it's for you" he stammered.