Lee Know p.o.v. 

I was so furious about what happened to Han at the airport that I almost forgot how scared I am of airplanes.

I tried to distract myself the whole trip. Chan wasn't able to support me much, all busy figuring out who to get angry with and how to make sure the accident won't happen again.

Luckily, it's a little over two hours by flight from Seoul to Tokyo. I have no idea how I'm going to fly to America. 

Han slept most of the time and I'm glad, it means he managed to calm down a bit.

Seeing him in that state is unbearable for me, all scared and trembling. That scene hurt me so much that as we begin to get off the plane, Chan standing in front as usual, I start to approach him.

I need to be next to him, I need to protect him.

But Changbin and Seungmin precede me. They stand beside Han and I place myself behind. The manager escorts Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin, closing the line.

«Are you ready?» Changbin whispers in Han's ear, «I'm here and you know that I have a lot of muscles» he adds, trying to make him laugh.

But the little Quokka doesn't seem very focused. He seems to be getting lost again, sinking into the depths of his anxiety. 

«Where is...» he starts to ask, turning as if he was looking for something or someone.

He crosses my eyes and seems to relax a bit.

Was he looking for... me?

I put my hand on his shoulder and smile:

«No one will touch you, Han. I'm here too.»

He nods and looks straight ahead again. He is trying to be strong. He clenches his fists and follows Chan into the crowd.

There are so many STAYs, really too many. I feel overwhelmed too. But I still keep my hand on Han's shoulder, I want him to know we're all here around him. He's not alone, he must know that.

We manage to get out of the airport and we reach the cars. Changbin, Seungmin and me, without detaching ourselves from Han, slip into the first vehicle; the others are gathered by the leader into the second car.

«And that's gone too» Changbin sighs, finally leaving Han's arm.

The little quokka still looks lost, scared. He looks around but doesn't seem to really see what he's watching.

«Hanie» I try to call him, «we are in Japan.» I smile.

I remember that he loves Japan and that he couldn't wait to have his first concert here.

He blinks at me, still scared. He seems to realize where we are only with my words. 

«Tokyo...» he mumbles and he quickly sticks to the window, his eyes wide and curious, «Woa...»

I smile at his childlike attitude and finally relax. He seems to be gradually coming back to himself.

I sigh. That is gone too.

«Can I treat you for dinner?»

Han is looking at me straight in the eye and I'm surprised at how confident he is. Most of the time he can't make eye contact with me, but sometimes... he's so sure of himself. I'm amazed from his personality, both soft and brave.

«I'd like to, well...» he starts and looks away, getting a little shy, «I'd like to thank you for being there for me at the airport.»

He's standing there, in the middle of the hotel corridor, in front of my room, with his fingers scratching the back of his hand too hard. 

He looks up from the floor, watching me again:

«It meant a lot to me.» he says in a serious tone.

Did he come knocking on my suite just to ask me this?

Without saying any word, I let him into my hotel living room. Felix went to Jeongin for a relaxing game night and I was on my own.

«You don't have to thank me» I finally say, a little bit embarassed, «But I'm fine with eating together.» I smile at him and he seems to relax a bit.

Was he afraid I'd make fun of him? Well, knowing me, it would have been possible.

He starts rambling about the Japanese foods he wants to try - try the ones cooked in japan, not the korean reproductions. He's talking about something like Okonomiyaki, Yakitori and I listen, at least partially. I'm too focused on watching his cheeks and lips moving.

He has such a sweet face and his mouth looks so... tasty.

«So, what do you want to eat?» he asks me, after the monologue.

I try to quickly recover from those thoughts, pretending to have listened to his speech:

«Everything seems great. Choose for me too, I trust you.»

You are great, Minho. You really know how to turn a situation in your favor.

Han bites his lip and orders something via app. Then he sits down on the couch, too composed to feel at ease. Is he tense?

«Let's go to the bed. Do you want to watch something?» I ask, walking towards my room.

He reaches me and he looks intimidated. I point the bed, suggesting to get himself comfortable and I sit down too. But before I can even choose a movie, Han makes me understand that he prefer to have a little talk tonight.

«Are you excited for tomorrow?» he asks me. It will be our first concert in Japan, it's a dream coming true.

«Yeah, I mean... I hope you guys will not cry again.» I prank him.

«Ash, you are so insensitive!» he sighs, covering his face with his hands, «Those paper planes were so moving!»

«I know, I'm kidding.» I laugh, «The STAYs really surprised us.» I speak again, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable with his feelings.

«I even kept one...» I add, without thinking too much about it.

His face lights up: «For real? Me too! What did yours say?»

You have to protect him, no matter what.

«Mh» I grumble, trying to come up with something, «I will show you when we will come back in Seoul» I try to postpone, hoping he will forget about it.

«Oh, come on! You kept it, how can you not remember what it said, Minho-Hyung?»

I freeze.

What did he say?

I meet his eyes and he looks a little confused initially. Then he thinks back to what he just said and puts his hands to his mouth.

«I-I don't» he starts stammering, «I-I really d-don't kn-»

I grab his hand with which he was nervously scratching his thigh and smile.

«I'll ignore it. My dream would come true when you will call me 'Minho-hyung' on purpose.» I say.

He looks at me like he really didn't get what I said, then he looks down at his hand wrapped in mine.

I quickly let it go and, before I could blush, I hear a knock on the door.

«Stay seated, I'm coming» I stop him, seeing that he was about to get up.

I go to retrieve our dinner and I come back to my room, finding him torturing his thigh again.

«Thanks for the dinner!» I exclaim, placing everything on a small table. I take a towel and spread it on the bed, to avoid dirtying it, and I start arranging the dishes on the towel.

He seems to be reborn as soon as he sees all the fabulous things he ordered and I hope the atmosphere will relaxes a bit during the dinner. I hand him the first course and some chopsticks, but he cutely waits for me to be ready too.

«Eat or it will cool down!» I urge. 

He nods and starts filling his cheeks with food. I've always been curious about his weird way of eating. I watch him closely and I can't hold back a smile:

«Oh, so you don't do it for the cameras» I cackle.

He raises his eyes and looks at me perplexed: «Wat?» he mutters, with his mouth full of food.

«The thing with the cheeks» I specify.

He keeps looking at me without understanding, he swallows the bite: «What thing are you talking about?»

«When you eat, your cheeks are plump... like a real quokka. I thought you were doing it for STAYs.» I explain, finally starting eating. 

He blushes slightly and takes another bite into his mouth.

«Well, no, I eat just like that...» he mumbles embarrassed.

«Well, you just eat in a very cute way.» I add. 

He lifts his gaze to meet mine, his cheeks extremely red:

«What are you saying, I'm not cute!» he complains.

«I think you are.» I repeat, calmly. I keep my eyes on his face, but he avoids meeting them.

He shuts up and continues to eat in silence, until I decide to offer him a movie to relieve him of embarrassment.

Needless to say, he falls asleep after 10 minutes.

I look at his relaxed face. Han has such a sweet sleep. He truly looks like a prince while he's in his dream. I'm curious what he dreams about.

I smile and move him to tuck his little body into bed, covering it with the sheets. He must rest.

I turn off the TV, throw him one last look and head into the living room. 

«Hey!» Felix has just returned from Jeongin's room, all excited like every time they play - and lose - together.

«Shh... Han is sleeping» I say softly, pointing to my room.

Felix's eyes widen and he seems to choke on his saliva.

«We were watching a movie and he fell asleep» I explain, before that perverted Aussie could think something strange, «Let him sleep there. I'll sleep on the sofa.»

«Sleep with me, hyung! The bed is huge!» he proposes.

Felix is the only member who basically slept with each of us. He doesn't like to sleep alone and at the beginning, before our debut, he suffered a lot from being away from home.

The truth is that I would sleep with almost any member. Apart from Chan, because it would be cringe - oh my God - and Han, because... Well, because we've never been friends before, and now...

Now I don't think we're just friends, anyway.

«Thanks, then, I'll keep you company tonight»

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This week is a bit tough for me, nothing serious but still. How are you, my beauties? 

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