Lee Know

You're a dancer for Stray Kids. Red hair, brown eyes, 165 cm tall. And you're the person Minho trusts most. He's barely slept. Just four hours in the last 24 hours. You saw him sitting on his bed, staring at the wall, when it was three in the morning outside. You didn't ask questions. You just nodded, and that was enough.

The airport is hell. Fans, flashes of light, fingers reaching for their idols. The usual routine turned into a quest. Control. You walk through in a tight group, and suddenly Minho is right next to you. So close that you can feel the warmth of his hoodie. With you were pop groups Itzi, Nmmix, they were separate, Yoona and Seolyun, who loved Minho, they pass by with sad faces. You are shorter than him just enough that… his chin rests on the top of your head. You freeze for a second. You feel the weight of his fatigue. The members exchange glances, but no one interferes. This is your little world within the big chaos.

The waiting room. The hum of voices, flight announcements. You're sitting across the chair. The manager is between you, busily typing something on her phone. You reach out and start stroking Minho's hair. Gently. Slowly. You run your fingertips through the dark strands. His breathing evens out. He's losing the battle with sleep. Basically, he's passing out right here, sitting there, trusting in your palm.

A minute later, the manager leaves. And Minho, without even opening his eyes, shifts. With a loud, tired sigh, he collapses next to you, leans back, and rests his head on your shoulder. You feel his shoulders relax. You just sit there, looking at your red hair falling onto your cheek, smiling and thinking, "Sleep. I'll keep watch." Yoona and Seolyun glare at you.
On the plane, you were sitting next to the window, with Jisung, you, and Minho. Minho was sleeping on your shoulder, you were stroking his hair, and Chan walked by and said, "When will you get married as a couple? "You just chuckled and stroked Minho.