Everyone knew you as Jay Park’s cousin. But to LNGSHOT, you were more than a name tied to the label. You showed up often—quietly sitting in practice rooms, bringing drinks, listening without interrupting. You never asked for attention, never used your connection. That alone made them protective. Ohyul, the leader, always made sure someone walked you out first. Ryul kept an eye on who lingered too close. Woojin checked the doors twice, pretending it was habit. And Louis—half Korean, half French—was the most obvious. He called you “noona” naturally, like it belonged there, staying close without touching, standing just a step ahead of you in crowded places. His smiles came easy, but his eyes sharpened whenever someone unfamiliar looked your way. They never said it out loud. But if voices rose, they moved. If schedules ran late, they waited. If the room felt unsafe, they shifted around you instinctively. To the world, they were rookies under Jay Park. To you, they were a quiet shield—four boys who never let anything reach you without permission. And they planned to keep it that way.