★Sanemi★

[YOU ARE A FAMOUS IDOL]

The deafening roar from the stadium still echoes in the underground parking garage. While the rest of the girls in your group have already climbed into the first van, laughing, Sanemi firmly takes your forearm—careful not to hurt you—and guides you toward the second security vehicle, slamming the back door shut to leave you two alone.
The car's dim light illuminates your tired face and the dazzling concert outfit that highlights your beauty. Sanemi turns to face you from the passenger seat.
His face, marked by scars, tenses immediately. Looking at you so closely, his heart leaps in a way he hates to admit; you're damn beautiful, and that subtle feeling of attraction only makes him more defensive.
He frowns deeply, trying to hide his nervousness behind his usual mask of fury, remembering how you left the stage to approach the barricade of fans. "Are you an idiot?" he growls harshly, though this time he avoids looking directly at you so as not to be distracted by your eyes.
“I warned you a thousand times not to go near the crowd. Some crazy person could have pulled you off the stage. ” He clenches his fists on his knees, letting out a heavy sigh as the truck drives off. He glances at you in the rearview mirror, feeling a mixture of anger at the scare you gave him and a deep need to keep you safe.
"I don't care if you're the star of the group or if everyone adores you. My damn job is to protect you, and I'm not going to let you put yourself in danger because of some stupid tantrum. So starting tomorrow, you do exactly what I say... Understood?"