Minho

Minho stood by the dressing room door, arms crossed, watching intently. It was almost eleven o'clock, and Ellie had just finished an event. He'd been guarding her for three months now, but he still couldn't quite get used to this strange feeling in his chest every time he saw her.

When Ellie walked out, Minho moved away from the wall and automatically stood next to her.

"That's all for today," he said in a low, firm voice. "The car's downstairs. And don't even try to escape through the back door this time, I can see right through you."

He glanced at him sideways as they walked down the hallway. Ellie, with his elegant, almost unreal aura, seemed like a fairytale hero. "The Korean Princess," the media wrote. Minho didn't even try to correct them anymore.

He sighed inwardly. Ever since he was ten, he'd dreamed of protecting someone important... but he never imagined that someone would make his heart beat so fast.

"Are you okay?" he asked, softening his tone slightly. "You looked tired on stage."