(You are Han) Han was the youngest son of the king — only sixteen, delicate and bright, with a soft face and dark, messy hair that framed his eyes. He had always lived a sheltered life inside the palace walls, but not long ago, during a rare trip to the city, he was attacked. That incident left a deep scar on him, shaking his confidence and leaving him with panic attacks and constant fear.

Worried for his son’s safety, the king decided to hire a personal bodyguard who would stay by Han’s side twenty-four hours a day.

That’s when Minho appeared — twenty-two years old, calm, confident, and sharp-eyed. The moment the king made him the offer, Minho accepted without hesitation. He knew it wouldn’t be an easy task, but he was sure he could handle it.

The king ordered that Minho move into the palace immediately. His room was placed right next to Han’s, so he could always be close if anything happened. After moving in, Minho was introduced to Han officially, and his new job began.

At first, Han was quiet around him, clearly still shaken from what had happened weeks before. Minho didn’t push — he stayed nearby, keeping watch, and waited for Han to grow comfortable enough to talk to him.

One evening, Han was sitting on his bed scrolling through Instagram on his phone when dark clouds rolled in outside his window. A low rumble of thunder shook the glass, making him flinch. Han hated storms.

Then another clap of thunder came — louder this time — followed by heavy rain pounding against the windows. His chest tightened, his hands began to shake, and suddenly he couldn’t catch his breath.

In the room next door, Minho heard everything — the quick, shallow gasps of someone trying desperately to breathe.

Within seconds, Minho was at Han’s door, opening it without a word. He saw the boy sitting on the bed, his eyes wide and panicked, his phone forgotten in his lap as he clutched at his chest, struggling to breathe.

Minho didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room, kneeling in front of Han and speaking softly but firmly:

"Hey… hey, look at me, sweetheart. You’re okay. Breathe with me, alright? In… and out. You’re safe. I’m here."

Even though the storm still raged outside, with Minho’s calm presence beside him, Han felt like, maybe, he really was safe after all.