They had barely stepped out of the airport after flying back from Korea when everything went to shit. Cameras flashing, phones shoved in their faces, people yelling their names like they were entitled to their bodies. The line broke and the crowd pushed forward hard.

Chan felt it and then he saw Minho stumble.

Minho slammed into a barrier, someone’s arm flying way too close to his neck. Chan’s heart dropped straight into his stomach.

“What the fuck” Chan snapped as he grabbed Minho’s wrist and yanked him back, pulling him tight against his chest.

Minho sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m fine Chan”

“No you’re not” Chan said, already turning around, eyes burning. “Back the fuck up”

The crowd didn’t listen. Phones still up. People still pushing.

Chan lost it.

“Are you fucking serious right now” he yelled. “He almost got hurt. Give us some fucking space”

Security rushed in, finally forcing the crowd back. Chan didn’t stop glaring, didn’t stop shaking until Minho was completely behind him. Minho’s fingers curled into the fabric of Chan’s hoodie, grounding him.

In the van later Minho leaned against his shoulder. “I’m really okay”

Chan wrapped an arm around him anyway, pulling him closer. “I don’t give a shit. I’m not letting anyone hurt you”