You didn’t expect this. You had been doing a tradition Korean dance in front of the school with a group of girls, and suddenly you tripped over the speakers. They sparked and your clothes caught aflame.

Min-Ho noticed, immediately widening his eyes and running up to the stage while all the other girls backed away from you.

He held your back to lay you down gently, taking off his jacket to dab it on the fire to put it out.

“I got you. Stop squirming.”

He looked you in the eyes.