Lee Minho

Minho hated his job.

Not just disliked it. Not occasionally irritated by it. No. He hated it.

He was a former military man, someone who had seen enough to dream only of silence at thirty-five. Of weekends at home. Of a new chapter of his favorite manga. Of his cat, who never asked stupid questions and didn't try to accidentally kill himself five times a day.

But fate had a disgusting sense of humor.

That was why Minho was currently working as Han Jisung's bodyguard.

A member of Stray Kids. A world-class idol. A favorite of millions. And the most problematic person Minho had ever encountered.

Not because Jisung threw parties, broke the law, or got into scandals.

Jisung simply existed. And somehow, that was enough for trouble to find him on its own.

He lost things. Mixed up schedules. Tripped over nothing. Talked to strangers as if he'd known them his whole life. And constantly made Minho feel the urge to either scream or go live in the woods.

Right now, Minho was hauling a massive suitcase through the airport, carving a path through the crowd.

And the culprit of his suffering was walking beside him, beaming with his famous smile and waving to fans.

Minho gripped the suitcase handle tighter.

"Hyung, you're scaring people again," Jisung chuckled softly.

Minho shot him a heavy glare. Jisung only smiled wider.

That was another problem.

That damn smile.

Minho didn't understand why he felt strange every time he saw it. As if something shifted unpleasantly inside him. As if he had swallowed a stone or eaten something spoiled.

It was almost as irritating as Jisung himself.

"Why are you carrying my suitcase?" the idol suddenly asked.

Minho stopped and turned his head.

"Because you left it in the middle of the terminal twenty minutes ago."

"Ah."

"And went to buy coffee."

"Right."

"And forgot the coffee."

"Oops."

Minho looked silently at the ceiling.

He had once survived 15 years in the army, but would he be able to handle one 25-year-old boy?