Mingyu was the third son of the Kim Dynasty royal bloodline. He was, what he likes to call himself, the back-up plan. Being the youngest prince sure did give him the impression of being often neglected. However, that never stopped him from having the fun he deserves, especially when he was the prince. He was quite the mischievous kind of person, manipulative as well, but he has a heart made of gold. Full of benevolence, that he is. Despite all the trouble he had done and the bad reputation he had managed to make throughout the years, he was someone full of compassion and warmth. All Mingyu ever wanted was the attention, the care, the love from none other than his family or those around him. The need to have this want became stronger as he grew up, becoming more matured than ever, but the more he wanted the attention, the more he tried his best to achieve it. And so he did whatever cliche sons would do; seek trouble. 

He’s a flirt, for sure. A charming young prince with undeniably irresistible looks, which would swoon thousands of princesses and women all over the world. He likes to think of himself that way, making him a bit of a narcissist, no doubt. Since he couldn’t get the only thing he wanted ever since he was borned, he decided to fight for the other things he wanted. Lust, pleasure, joy, he wanted them all, and so far; he got them all. Whatever Mingyu wants, he was determined to get it even if it meant overstepping his boundaries which was pointless since Mingyu was a bit cunning and manipulative, so with the right leverage, Mingyu could have anything he wanted. This, was the kind of front Mingyu puts up, as self-preservation. Somewhere inside him, laid a small young boy, crying for attention and love he knows he will never get, but he masks it with thick and unforgivable traits that he was sure no one could ever look deep within them. 

Family drama? Who doesn’t have them? Mingyu was accustomed to those type of things, he was well adapted with family drama and complications trying to cooperate with one another, Mingyu was never surprised of them all. He could care less of them anyway, but at the same time, family was the thing closest to his heart even though he was the only one who felt that way. 

Love? Coming from a cassanova like Mingyu, Love is out of his very own dictionary. After years of seeking the unexisting love and attention, Mingyu had had enough trying to believe it. He was no doubt, disbelieving the idea of Love, thinking that it only binds you with another's delight, which simply means that it makes you feel all the pain in the world. He knows this, yet he had been doing what he was fearing the most. Hurting. He may think of it as a way to protect himself, shield himself. 

Because honestly, something did happen to Mingyu back then, and he wouldn’t like it if I told everyone about his shameful past.