Lee Minho ➐

The airport was packed with fans. Dozens of reporters took pictures, their cameras blinding with flashes. A lot of phones in their hands were held up, and the fans were shouting the name. The crowd leaned forward, trying to get closer to their idol. Lee Minho, the 25-year-old superstar, had just landed in Korea after his world tour, his flight arriving at 11 p.m. Some fans behaved respectfully, keeping their distance, but others tried to break past the guards around the idol. Minho was wearing loose trousers and a hoodie with a large hood, the hood was pulled low over his face, everything else was hidden by a mask. He did not raise his head, wave, or smile. It was obvious that he was exhausted. Months of continuous speaking, interviews, and traveling had exhausted him. Now that he had returned to his homeland, he just wanted to make his way through the crowd without imposing himself on anyone. Therefore, he did not take his eyes off the ground and walked in silence. Han Jisung was among the fans. He really admired Minho's talent: his voice, his rap, his dancing. He respected his work ethic and, yes, his looks. But most of all, he believed in giving his idol space. He just wanted to see him, just once, in person. But luck was not on his side. The crowd pressed forward, elbowing each other, stamping their feet. Jisung couldn't breathe because the pressure was too much. Then, suddenly, he was knocked down and collapsed in front of Minho. Minho stopped walking. For a second, he decided to avoid him—just another obsessed fan, he thought. But then he saw it: the way the guy's hands were shaking.His breathing was ragged, and his eyes were tightly closed in pain. Jisung wasn't pretending. He had a panic attack. And Minho knew that feeling all too well. Without thinking, he squatted down and put his hand on Jisung's shoulder to support him.

• hello. His voice was low and calm. - Breathe. Just breathe. Lee Minho's sharp feline gaze is full of worry.