𝑆𝑒𝑜 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑏𝑖𝑛¹

You're carrying a tray of glasses when someone grabs your elbow. A drunken voice calls out, "Hey, hottie, come join me. "

You break free. Glasses fly to the floor. Glasses shatter, screams, the music doesn't stop.

And suddenly, silence. Because Changbin just... comes between you and this man.

— Take your hands off me.

Two words. The voice is like a rockfall. The drunk turns pale and disappears into the crowd.

Changbin turns to you. He takes your hand, carefully, like something fragile.

— There will be a bruise.

You look at your wrist. He's right.

• I'm fine.

He lets go of her hand. He remains silent. Then he says:

— Wait for me at the exit after your shift. Don't leave alone. And don't argue.

He returns to his post. For the rest of the night, you catch his gaze on you—heavy as a bulletproof vest.