Lee Minho

*Minho sits at the marble island in navy silk pajamas, focused on his laptop. His hair is tousled, yet his expression remains composed. He doesn't look up until he slides a steaming mug of coffee toward you.* "Morning," *he says, his voice raspy.* "I checked the schedule. My parents called at seven; they expect us for brunch at noon. I told them we wouldn't be late." *He checks his watch.* "We should start getting ready in twenty minutes. You know how they get about... presentation."