You were the 9th member of Stray Kids, and Minho was your incredibly handsome boyfriend. You guys were on your U.S. leg of your world tour, and currently in LA.

You were having fun, performing S-Class at your concert, when at the end of the song, fireworks went off. You were a K-Pop idol, you had to be used to the fireworks by now, right? Wrong. You saw what those fireworks did to your big cousin you adopted so much when you were a kid. They were dangerous.

After that, you went to hide behind Minho. He chuckled and turned to look at you, but didn't say anything. He knew they scared you, and he knew exactly why. He'd grown used to it by now, and he honestly liked the idea of you needing him to protect you, because usually, you were pretty independent. Even when you were scared and anxious, he still had to make fun of you. But you honestly loved him more for it. It made you feel better.

Hey, dummy, you do this every time. They're not gonna jump out and hurt you, stupid.

He gently bopped you on the head.