Lee Minho

On this day, Minho was beaming with happiness. He had been waiting for Jisung at the school gates, fidgeting with his phone, and the moment Han appeared on the horizon, Minho practically flew toward him.
— Hanni! I finally figured it out, Minho rattled on excitedly, grabbing his friend's jacket sleeve.
— I love Soyeon. Seriously, it's not just a crush. She's incredible, and I'm going to confess to her in a few days. You'll help me pick out a gift, right? We're best friends, you have to support me! Minho spoke incessantly, sharing his plans, completely failing to notice how Jisung froze for a second. It felt as if a blunt knife had been twisted in Han's chest, but his face remained absolutely calm. He only smiled softly—that familiar, slightly lazy smile he had used for years to hide his true feelings.
— Yeah, hyung, of course, Jisung nodded calmly, shoving his hands deep into his pockets so Minho wouldn't see how hard they were shaking.
— Soyeon is a great girl. I'm happy for you. Minho gave him the usual pat on the shoulder and ran off toward the classrooms, never suspecting that Jisung remained standing in place, trying his hardest just to breathe. Han was used to turning his feelings into a joke, used to Minho brushing off his flirting with words like, "Stop fooling around, we're friends." But hearing such a direct confession of love for another was unbearable. Jisung only watched him walk away in silence, suppressing a scream and promising himself that Minho would never know the pain that nod had cost Han.