Hearing the large crash, the others run up on stage. Everyone from the back, below, or behind the stage has come running. The stage engineers are looking up where the light fell from, talking amongst themselves. One gets on his radio and starts shouting, "Get the whole lighting crew out here right now! I want every single one of the overhead stage light pods to be checked!"

Yoongi and Hobi rush to you and Namjoon. You still have your arms wrapped around him.

"What the hell happened?" asks Yoongi. At the same time, Hobi asks, "Are you two ok? Are you hurt?"

You let go of Namjoon, but he reaches down and grasps your hand. One of the security crew came over with the stage manager.

"Did either of you see what happened?" Namjoon shakes his head as he is too busy at the time, looking at your face in awe at seeing how big the stage is.

"I looked up and saw it slightly swinging right before it fell." You explain to them what you saw. But you did not tell them what you heard. You will talk to her later.

The stage manager calls out to the leader of the lighting crew, "It must have been loose! She says she noticed it had a slight swing motion before it fell.  Check it for any sign of metal fatigue or stress that could have caused it to swing. Make sure the others are inspected."

"Yes sir!" the lighting manager sets his crew to check all the lighting, not just the ones overhead. This is the world's most famous K-pop idol stage, and they can't take any chances. Any of them could be hurt.

The stage manager and security officer leave to talk with others.

You turn to Namjoon, "Are you alright?" All he can do is nod, still shocked at what he saw more than his almost being crushed.

Namjoon's manager calls them, "You guys can go. There will be no more rehearsing till every light has been inspected."

Hobi puts his arms over your and Namjoon's shoulders, "Well since you two are okay, what do you say we take this opportunity to get something to eat?"

Yoongi shakes his head, "Not me; after that, I need a nap." his cute, gummy smile spreads across his face. "All that jumping has worn me out."

You watch Yoongi stride away off stage. You see him pause long enough to look at the mangled light pod before continuing on still shaking his head in disbelief.

Namjoon turns to Hobi, "Hyung, I, I don't think I can eat anything right now."

Hobi pats his shoulder, moving his arms away from you both, "I understand, but if you change your mind, just let me know." You both nod in agreement.

After Hobi is out of hearing range, Namjoon turns to you, "Can we go somewhere to talk privately?"

You sigh, giving a nod. You knew this day would be coming but not like this.

"Yes, of course. Just let me go to the lady's room first."

"Do Guardian Angels need to . . . never mind, just meet me in my studio when you're done."

You nod and walk away to find the lady's restroom. Upon entering, you call out, "Daughter of Loki? I need to talk to you."

A stall door opens, and she steps out, apologizing, "I'm so sorry. I had nothing to do with that accident. That was all my fathers doing. I tried to stop him, but he thought it was funny."

"It was not, Namjoon could have been killed," you admonish her.

"I'm sorry for what my father did. He is a more malevolent trickster than I."

"Why did he even do it?"

She hangs her head in shame, meekly saying, "He thought I wasn't doing enough to the group. He told me I was an embarrassment to him, so he thought to show me how it should be done."

Not feeling his presence, you ask her, "Is he still here? Will he do more?"

"No. He only did it because he was disappointed in me. It was a warning to me, and then he left."

She steps up to you, placing her hands on your upper arms, pleading, "I wish I was a Guardian Angel like you instead of . . . who I am."

You try to be encouraging and tell her, "Never be ashamed of who you are. Just stay true to yourself, don't let your father sway you to do things his way."

"I have to go now. Thank you, Ara," she quickly says, and with that, she is gone. Then you hear, 'By the way, he loves you.'