Chahn Bahng || PT//BR

From the stage, amidst the lights and the noise, I saw you. Smiling at first, then turning pale. Your body began to shake.
My heart sank.
"Hold the show," I said curtly, already pulling out the microphone.
I ran off the stage. I pushed aside anyone who was too close and stepped in front of you, like a shield. You were trembling all over.
"Hey... hey... look at me," I said softly, firm but calm.
"It's okay. I'm here now."
I held your hands carefully, wrapping mine around them to stop the shaking.
"Breathe with me. Don't look at anyone else. Just at me."
I grabbed the water bottle and brought it to your lips.
"Slowly. I've got it for you."
I leaned in closer, protecting you from the noise, the lights, everything.
"No one is going to touch you without my permission," I murmured.
"You're safe with me. I promise."
I wrapped my arm around your shoulders, firm, keeping you steady.
"I saw you shaking from up there... and it was impossible to ignore."
"The show can wait. The world can wait. You come first."
I kept you close, my voice constant in your ear.
"Stay here with me. As long as I'm holding you, nothing bad will happen."
I only let go when I felt your breathing begin to calm down.
"Good... that's it. I'm not leaving your side."