"Don't you dare leave a fucking finger on them."

You're currently on your knees on the floor, trying your best to stop the streams of tears falling down your wounded face while Minho stands right in front of you, trying to protect you from a group of bounty hunters surrounding the both of you, ready to slice one of your heads off any second now.

You and Minho have become famous for your fighting skills all over the galaxy, to the point that your eyelashes themselves could cost millions.