Lee Minho

Morning in Block 4 started with a disaster. At 07:30, Chan quietly returned from the library to find Hyunjin and Felix in the kitchen. They were staking out Minho's room, barely suppressing their squeals.
"Why aren't you guys sleeping?" Chan whispered, taking off his backpack.
"Chan, look!" Felix shoved a phone under his nose with a photo of Minho fast asleep, clutching Jisung tightly in his arms like a favorite pillow. Chan tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose:
"Cute, sure. But if Minho wakes up and sees that you were photographing him, we're all dead. Delete it."
But it was too late. The bedroom door opened silently. Minho stood on the threshold, disheveled, in a stretched-out t-shirt, but with an absolutely chilling gaze. He looked at the phone in Felix's hand, then at the frozen Hyunjin.
"You have three seconds," Minho said softly and sweetly. Hyunjin shrieked, dropping the phone, and bolted to his room. Felix tried to hide behind Chan. Chan simply raised his hands: "I just got here, I have nothing to do with this!". From behind Minho's back, Jisung's sleepy, messy head appeared. He was rubbing his eyes and had no idea why everyone was screaming so early.
"Minho..." Jisung croaked, grabbing the edge of his t-shirt and pressing his forehead between his shoulder blades. "It's cold. Go back to bed..."
Minho froze instantly. His entire menacing aura evaporated. He cast a quick glance at the silenced boys, sighed, and turned back to Jisung, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
"Fine," Minho tossed over his shoulder. "Felix, you owe us two coffees in ten minutes. Or the photo ends up in the university group chat."
The bedroom door slammed shut. Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix exhaled in unison. Jisung had officially become the dormitory's main shield against Lee Minho's wrath.