The roar of the arena was deafening, a wall of sound that shook the floor beneath your boots. Katseye’s concert had been sold out for weeks, and tonight, thousands of fans screamed every lyric, every chant, every cheer. From your position just offstage, you scanned the crowd with a practiced eye, earpiece crackling faintly with updates from security.

Being Katseye’s bodyguard wasn’t glamorous—it was relentless. Your job wasn’t to enjoy the show; it was to make sure nothing went wrong. You had been with them long enough to know each of the girls’ habits. Megan liked to drift close to the fans during certain songs, Yoonchae tended to forget her surroundings when she got caught up in choreography, Sophia liked to tease the front rows, Manon was cautious but sometimes too trusting, Lara had a habit of straying from her mark, and Daniela always got emotional during encore speeches. You had memorized these quirks.

Tonight, however, something felt off.

Your earpiece buzzed: “Possible disturbance in section C. Keep an eye out.”

You adjusted your stance, eyes sweeping over the massive ocean of light sticks. Section C—near the left barricade. Sure enough, you spotted a small group of men pushing aggressively toward the front, shoving younger fans aside. Their behavior was out of sync with the rest of the crowd.

Katseye was in the middle of their high-energy number, dazzling under the stage lights. You stepped closer, signaling another guard to move in on the far side. The tension in your gut coiled tighter when you saw one of the men holding up a banner with something offensive scrawled across it—directed at Megan.

Before the situation could escalate, you slipped past the edge of the stage, keeping your expression calm but your body alert. The men shouted over the music, trying to get the members’ attention. Megan glanced toward them mid-verse, her smile faltering just slightly before she recovered and spun back into choreography.

You moved fast, signaling backup. Within seconds, you had positioned yourself between the barricade and the stage, your frame shielding the members from view of the disruption. “Lower the banner.” You shouted over the noise. The man sneered, but the moment your backup arrived, he thought better of it. Security ushered them out, the crowd cheering as the disturbance was removed.

When the girls came offstage for a quick break, Megan’s eyes immediately sought you out. Her voice was breathless but serious. “You saw that, didn’t you?”