bodyguard.
synopsis : in which his task is to be your bodyguard, his mob-bossβs daughter. where he not only guards you but also guards your body.
pairing : seonghwa x reader
themes : romcom, angst & smut.
word count : 37.8K.
to say that your father trusted you was a correct statement to some extent, but what he didnβt trust was the environment you were brought up in.
raising two kids despite being a mafia syndicate and hiding his very mafia-like tendencies wasnβt always easy, considering that both his kids would run around during meetings that not a single soul was to hear.
being raised in a secluded home- mansion per-say that was directly out of a architectural digest magazine, the one your father built from his own hands. residing in it with a happy family with his lovely wife, you, and your younger brother.
he had given you and your brother the bestest facilities growing up, from sending you two to prestigious schools despite having no idea what they actually were to giving you two toys that were only ever made twice in the world. Β
but now that you, his eldest has grown up. he canβt help but be vary of the environment you were in, itβs not that he didnβt trust you. he didnβt trust a single soul outside his house.
he broke his pact and told you what he did for living the day you turned eighteen, he expected a completely different reaction to the one you gave him. which went along the lines of, βoh, okay.β
so now that you were of age and so were the heirs to otherβs mafia groups, he was hesitant to send you anywhere without proper security. seeing how excessively violent his field of work can get, having tiny, minuscule disagreements that could have the worst possible results.
and how you were to take over your fatherβs position one day, he couldnβt ever risk you or his family getting hurt. itβll be the one thing thatβll kill him if one day someone gets their hands on his much-protected family. Β
So, when he makes a decision, looking at the fine, young, tall man dressed in the finest of suits payed by your father. black hair slicked back, a tie with a pin of your dadβs group the crown.
a smile on his wrinkly face he lifts his forefinger up and motions for the man to come closer, who bows his head and then walks stiffly towards you father who sat on his office chair.
βi hope youβll be the perfect man for this job,β his raspy voice says, eyes falling over the man, who he thinks is quite handsome, and will cause him some trouble in the future.
βyes, sir.β he hears and smiles, βi will not give you a moment of disgrace, if i do, please fire me.β
a laugh bubbles out your dadβs mouth as he shakes his head, leaning forward on the table with a stance that terrified the man standing in front with his arms crossed behind his back.
βand if you do mr park.β your father enunciates, βi wonβt. spare you.β
with a quick swallow the younger man nods and your father leans back with a smile, hands resting on each armrest he lifts a hand to tell him that.
βmy daughter will be off soon, sheβll come here straight.β he mumbles and the man nods, βi will give you some rules to follow but i believe this is basic knowledge since you have been my guard, am i right park?β
βyes, sir.β
you father reaches for his glasses, placing them over his nose bridge yet still squinting his eyes as he reads the printed sheet of paper. written on it were rules he and his wife made just last night, sitting on their bed conspiring safety measurements.
βnumber one,β he starts, βyou are to never leave my daughter alone, be it in public settings or more closed off settings.β
βyes, sir.β
you father ticks an eyebrow up and continues with a nod and a quick scan of the man, βtwo. you are to accompany my only daughter and ensure her utmost safety. her life comes first, understood park?β
βyes, sir.β
your father raises his eyes to meet the boyβs, βi assume you have more than just βyes, sirβsβ in your vocabulary?β
βi do, sir.β
he smirks, likes how the man keeps it short and simple. βmoving on,β he exhales, βas she will be taking over my position in the coming future, you shall always be her right-hand man in any case scenario.β
βfour,β he sits up straight, βdo not leave my daughter alone in case of emergencies, she is your responsibility at all times.β
βi wonβt disappoint you, sir.β
with a nod he continues, clearing his throat as he reads the next one. βfifth, you are to not make any relation with my daughter.β
your father looks ahead, eyes forming into slits. βdo not touch my daughter or hurt her, if i get a hunch, iβll cut your hands off.β
a shaky nod leaves the man. βdo not make any sorts of relationship with her, be it courtship or any sort of sexual relationship.β
βam i making myself clear?β
βy-yes, sir.β he responds, βiβm not to make any mistakes that can sadden you, i will pay good attention on that.β
βgood,β he smiles, βyou can however be friendsβ¦to a limit.β
βdo n-β
βdad!β
your fatherβs grim turns into a big smile, face brightening when he hears your call for him. bursting through his office doors with arms wide open and running to him, βoh sweetheart! how was school?β
he asks as you roll your eyes and hug him, βdad you keep forgetting itβs not school anymore, itβs a university!β
when he pulls back, he pats your forearm, βforgive this old man, iβm a little forgetful at times.β
you raise an eyebrow, βforgetful? not when you remember to take a daily shot of whi-β
βokay, okay!β you smile, your dad huffing before he looks ahead and you follow his line of vision.
there stood a man who suddenly stood straighter when your eyes landed on him, you donβt realize your father holding your hand because youβre so busy staring at the man in front of you.
clad in those black tuxes, a gun holster you know is attached to his broader chest. you canβt help but look at the way the tux cinches his waist, your tongue runs across your right cheek as you take the manβs appearance in.
βy/n,β
βyes, dad.β you reply, eyes on the man who never spared you a glance.
βmeet your new bodyguard,β you raise an eyebrow. βpark seonghwa.β
βiβm park seonghwa, your new bodyguard from now on.β you watch the man bow, βiβm to be by your side whenever you go out at all times, itβs nice to meet you maβam.β
you bite back a smile at the use of maβam thatβs never been used to address you, and instead you lean back on your bed a little. watching the manβs his upper body for a few seconds and which then stood straight, feet apart and hands crossed behind his back.
βhi, seonghwa.β you say, and he nods, βyou have to be with me everywhere?β
βyes, maβam.β
βcall me y/n.β
βyes maβam.β
with a shake of your head you continue, βdo you have to be there at my university?β
βyes, maβam.β
βwhen i go to malls, clubs or those events?β
βyes, yes and yes.β
you smile at his response and then cross your legs over the other, being amused at the way he stares at your face and not look down when you crossed your legs. gentleman you thought.
βevenβ¦β you lean forward a little, βto the bathroom?β
he pauses for a little and then clears his throat, βpublic places, maβam.β
βwhat about public bathrooms?β you blink twice and his lips form into a line.
βiβm afraid thatβs a place iβm not allowed in,β he mumbles, so formal that it hurt you to admit you liked it. βto satisfy your privacy that is.β
with a smile you reach out to grab the thin file your father had given to you, βi assume this is your file, right?β
βyes, maβam.β
you flip through the papers to see a passport size photo of seonghwa, staring at it a tad bit longer because you finally get to see his eyes that arenβt hidden by the dark sunglasses he wore. theyβre sharp, feline-like, scary but so warm that it tingled your fancy.
βyouβre a really high-profile man seonghwa, what are you going to do trailing behind me?β you ask as your eyes graze the achievements of the man and no wonder, heβs in your dadβs personal security squad, his credentials are simply spectacular.
from the way he can use almost any artillery given, dismantle and rearrange them to being an assassin for a long running italian mafia before, that one definitely piqued your interest.
βi serve your family maβam, your father specifically.β he says, looking at you going through his profile. βwhatever he says are my orders, maβam.β
βstop calling me that,β
βyes, maβam.β
you sigh and then look at him, then pat the spot on the bed you sat on. βif youβre going to be my bodyguard, we should get to know each other!β
βiβm sorry maβam, iβm not here to make any sort of relationship with you.β he says, sternly. βiβm prohibited to do so.β
βdo you always use those fancy, formal words?β
βyes, maβam.β
βhow would you like for me to address you?β you ask, tilting your head to the side a little. βi canβt call you bodyguard everywhere, people can get suspicious.β
βpark seonghwa.β he nods after saying that.
you lean an elbow on your leg, tapping your chin as if thinking what to call him when you already know. βwhat about hwa?β
βseonghwa.β
βwhat about seong?β
βpark seonghwa, maβam.β he emphasizes, and you grin, your eye smile on display.
βokay, hwa!β
you know he inhales at his defeat, but it only makes you smile more, βso since i know a bit about you, you should know something about me! go on, ask me questions.β
βi have no questions maβam,β he responds, and you frown.
βnot even one?β
he shakes his head, βi already know the most iβve to know about you, your allergies for emergencies and your daily schedule.β
you nod, βyou know about my family?β
he smiles just a bit, βi work for them, of course i do.β he says, briefly glancing at his watch. βi believe your younger brother will be off school now, would you like to go pick him up?β
βew no,β you scrunch your nose, βwhy would i go pick up that idiot.β
βas you wish,β he nods and then takes a step back, βif you need anything, please call for me. iβll be down the hallwa-β
βi donβt have your number,β you grin, reaching for your phone and handing it out to him. βgo on, donβt be shy now.β
βiβm not allowed to use your phone maβam,β you throw your head back and groan, standing on your feet and then walking towards him, just enough till youβre standing right in front.
your finger lifts up to poke his hard chest that you know he works out for, βstop calling me maβam, we are almost the same age.β you see the slight shift in his posture, βi have a name and its y/n. second, you are my bodyguard. you can use my phone, third youβre about to step on my catβs tail.β
the third one catches him so off-guard that he takes a quick jump to the side, both your eyes falling to the floor where a cute siamese floofball sat, adorably innocent wide eyes and head tilted with its tail curled in a coil.
βyou said you know everyone in my family,β you kneel down, reaching your hand out for your cat who complies and places itβs face on the palm of your hand. βbut you forgot my cat, meet dumbles.β
you see the way seonghwaβs head does a quick snap tilt, ββ¦dumbles?β he asks, momentarily leaving the sternness out of him and kneeling down beside you to stare at your round cat.
βyou havenβt watched harry potter?β you ask, petting your catβs head as he purrs and closes his eyes.
βi-i have maβam,β he quickly adds, his nerd self-having a field day in his mind. βi just donβt know how that relates?β
βdumbles, short for dumbledore.β you hear him sigh at the name and it makes you snort, reaching to hold your cat like a baby you nudge him to seonghwa. βheβs more like my bodyguard really.β
and itβs the first time youβve seen a full smile grace his plump lips when he reaches to pet dumbles, βi think iβm going to have to compete for this job?β
with a purr of your cat and a laugh that bubbles out of you, itβs then when you suddenly lean closer to his face. eyes squinty and he looks up, despite his glasses covering his eyes you can clearly make out that heβs blinking repeatedly.
βyouβre cute.β
βmaβam, weβll be late for your first class.β
you bring the blanket to your face, βmaβam, itβs already 11:30, your class starts in an hour.β
βseonghwa, are you my mother or my bodyguard?β you groan, peeking a little from your blanket with droopy and squinty eyes.
βyour bodyguard maβam,β you hear him say, then hearing his footsteps go the side of your room and push the curtains away to reveal the sun. βmy duty is for you to be at your university right now.β
he hears a whine come from behind him and he looks over his shoulder to see you twisted in some random position as you stretched, taking the entire blanket with you. he hears you yawn his name in a singing voice and all he does is stand at the foot of your bed; hands folded behind him.
you lift your head up on your elbow, eyeing seonghwaβs ever so classic and sophisticated tux with a smile. βgooood morning, seong!β
βgood morning, maβam, please get ready.β he taps his wristwatch, βbreakfast is ready downstairs.β
βhow are you doing seong?β you ask, completely avoiding whatever he said with a smile.
βvery well maβam,β he says, tapping his watch once again. βitβs time for you to be downstairs maβam.β
your lips form into a small pout and you shift on the bed, until youβre sitting crisscross in front of him. βyou know my mom would love you,β he says nothing, βyouβd be someone whoβd make me go everywhere on time.β
βthat is my job maβam.β
βgood,β you nod, then extending your hand out to him. βcould you please help me get out of bed?β
he says nothing but reaches his larger hand to grab yours, his slightly calloused hands holding your softer ones before he juts you up with one hand. so quick and strong that you almost land on seonghwa instead, βthank you, hwa.β
βno worries, maβam.β he straightens himself up, taking a few steps back and not looking anywhere but your face. βiβll be downstairs by the bentley.β
you wouldβve never thought that you would ever find a man so classy, so hot and yet so infuriating at times. specifically, when he calls you maβam or quietly slides you a sheet of your schedule of your classes to remind you of the time again at the breakfast table, making your sibling laugh.
so, when you walked out decked in your branded clothes, that one, you barely wore. two, chanelβs tweed jacket keeps poking you in your side and three to match you little- tall bodyguard.
itβs the way you look like his counterpart if not for the gold chanel pin you have on top of your chest, a wide smile on your face that can only be described as sheepish and a jump to your steps.
the drive to your uni is filled with nothing but silence, despite the looks you throw at him from the rear that you know he manages to see once in a while. or the way he shakes his head when he sees you poke your tongue out at him the middle of a red light.
βare you going inside too?β you ask once you get out of the car, flattening your skirt and then clutching your bag tighter.
βyes maβam.β he merely nods after instead motioning for you to walk first so he walks behind.
and you do as told, walking in front full well knowing a tall, intimidatingly attractive man is walking behind you. seeing the stares, youβre getting itβs only making you prove a point that he is in fact, the finest man youβve laid your eyes on.
your heels and his shoes match in pace, click clacking against the university marble floor. he walks in silence, occasionally using an arm to swat anyone in your way which makes him brush your arm quite often and leads him to apologize.
when youβre about to enter the classroom, he abruptly comes to a stop in front of you.
βwhatβs going on, seong?β
βiβve to check the class for your safety, maβam.β he says, and your laugh gets drowned by the chatter of students when he opens the door to peek inside. he then steps aside, opening the door for you fully and gesturing for you to walk in. βafter you.β
βthank you,β you quickly mumble, suddenly being aware of the stares youβre getting as you hurry to walk to your seat.
once youβre settled down, the lingering figure of seonghwa stood by you. you glance at him and then the class who obviously looked at him, some in awe, some in confusion and the rest with their jaws dropped.
βyou donβt have to come in my class,β you whisper, βthereβs nothing to worry here.β
he bends at his waist, βi canβt do that maβam, thereβs quite a lot of threat in this class.β he says, eyeing the room. βyour dadβs seventh enemyβs nephew sits thirteen seats behind you, anything could happen.β
with a discreet glance over your shoulder and the obvious sign of danger that emitted 13 seats away from you. eyebrow slit and eyes ready to throw daggers you slowly turn to seonghwa, βokayβ¦β you shift to the right, βsit by me then.β
βi canβt do that maβam.β
you raise an eyebrow, ears twitching at the door to the classroom opening and knowing your teacher walked in. and if he saw a man dressed in a black suit, an earpiece, tall standing by you. youβd surely get in trouble.
you grab onto his sleeve, βshut up, and sit down.β
βm-β
βitβs an order, mr park.β
you knew that hit the mark when you visibly see him stiffen. nodding his head and then unbuttoning his tux to have a seat beside you, your eyes on the teacher and him leaning back to take a seat.
itβs only then when one of your seatmates, kyle decides to open his mouth and ask you a question that has seonghwa raising his eyebrows in disappointment.
βyo, y/n,β you look to your right, βcan i borrow a pen?β
βoh!β you mumble, βye-β
βkeep your hands to yourself mister,β you hear seonghwaβs voice come from behind you sternly say, the sudden warmth radiating from him lingering on your back. you canβt see him, but you know the voice has kyleβs eyes widening. βbring your own pen kid, this is university not elementary.β
βs-sorry sir,β you hear his stutter, and it makes you look at seonghwa with a frown, who in return sighs and takes a pen out of his tux pocket.
βbring your own next time,β you hear him mumble before he sits back on the chair, back leaned and legs crossed neatly.
βwould you like to get something to eat?β you hear him ask from the driverβs seat, eyes meeting yours through the rear mirror.
βdid you really have to give him your pen?β you ask instead, leaning closer to place your chin on the driverβs seat.
βi canβt let anyone else have you-β you raise an eyebrow when he stops the car at the right moment. β-r property.β
βso, youβd just give anyone your pen?β you say, hearing him tap his fingers along the steering wheel.
he nods curtly. βi believe your class tomorrow is at eight in the morning-β
you groan, βwhy do you always talk about school?β sporting a pout you look in the rear view, knowing that under his dark sunglasses he is staring at you.
βiβll set the alarm,β he replies and your shoulders slump lower. βmaβam.β
with a sigh, you lean back on the seat. pouting in frustration as the sound of your phone momentarily distracts you, you flip it to face you and scroll through the messages.
kai, 4:56pm
y/n
party tonight?
ryanβs place
y/n, 4:57pm
????
why his place
ew
what time
kai, 4:59pm
uhhh
starts at 11
pick you up @ 12?
you snap your head up, βhey hwa, what time was my class tomorrow?β
βeight in the morning, maβam.β
you curse under your breath, βshit, my hangover would kill me..β you bite down on your lip. looking at seonghwa through your lashes before looking down at the screen.
y/n, 5:01pm
ill drivo there
*drive
iβll just meet u there
kai, 5:03pm
donβt be late dummy
you chuck your phone to the side when seonghwa calls for you, βy-yeah?β
βi wonβt give my pens,β he pulls into your estate. βif thatβs not what youβre comfortable with maβam.β
βno, no,β you look out, mind completely not thinking about the party youβve got to go too. plus, how will you go? with the tight security your dad has up on each and every wall of this house, youβre done for good. βyou do, what you want! yeah!β
because if seonghwaβs supposed to be with you the entire day, how will you secretly- grab your stuff and get ready? how will you even make it past the entrance? surely you canβt use the front doors? gosh.
βmaβam, we are here.β
with that you grab your stuff in a hurry, opening the door you look at him one last time. βthanks for today seonghwa, but i have a really big exam tomorrow-β you nod repeatedly. βand, uh, i wonβt be out of my room till late! y-you can get an early lay off today! bye!β
βyes maβam..β
you canβt do this.
you canβt go to the party with a hundred guards and dobermanβs surrounding your place.
and you absolutely cannot go with seonghwa being just outside your door, βmaβam, shall i ask for your dinner to be prepared?β
you sit down on your bed, looking at the floor length mirror in front. thereβs no way, absolutely no way you can escape this house in a dress that reaches till your thighs and in heels longer than your fingers.
before you can grab your phone, you hear another knock at your door. βmaβam?β
y/n, 11:47pm
kai
im not coming
kai, 11:49pm
why y/n
pls
you canβt leave me alone
with their shitshow
idk anyone
βgive me a second seonghwa!β
y/n, 11:55pm
you know the entire school
doofus
kai, 11:55pm
so
pls
u canβt see me
but im on my knees
y/n, 12:00pm
fine
u owe me
kai, 12:01pm
2$
take it or leave it
βmaβam?β
you snap your head up to look at the door, closing your eyes and then opening them with a shake of your head. βiβm, iβll just be going straight to sleep seonghwa!β you yell, wanting him to leave so you can plan your own. βthank you for today!β
βhave a goodnight, maβam.β
oh, youβre about too, you grin. hearing the clacks of seonghwaβs shoes fade with each step, you rise slowly. grabbing your leather jacket, heels in hand because ainβt no way youβre jumping out your window in them.
you slowly go and turn off your lights, a perfect way to tell that youβre asleep. with a small smile, you push open the window that leads outside just by the garages. as you do so, you see the front gates open. presumably seonghwa leaving the premises, it makes you smile knowing no one will catch you.
with an inhale, cold air flushes inside making you shiver with excitement and the eagerness to get a drink.
you first, look around, knowing the lights at this time are dimmed for privacy sakes. youβll find it easier to escape, so you carefully extend your hand outβΒ (after sneaking a peek at your sleeping cat) the one that held your heels and slowly, one by one, throw them to the ground.
the soft sound of your heels hitting the grass is quiet, but you know it can pick the ears of the dobermanβs your father loves, with a whine you throw your leg over the ledge. and then do the same with the other, sitting on the ledge fully with your balance perfect.
you look in the room once, knowing youβve got a fake you covered in a blanket there, knowing your doors locked and knowing seonghwaβs gone home.
with that you jump.
your first mistake was to land on your shoes, making you twist your ankle, and a shriek leaves you but thatβs quickly suppressed with the hand you put on your mouth. Β
biting back the pain as your face scrunches up for a scream that your hand hides, you slowly bend down to grab your heels. slowly placing pressure on your feet turn by turn despite a cry youβre desperately wanting to let out.
your eyes switch into night mode, as if they were cameras and begun to step outside the grassy area under your balcony towards the long trees aligning the main road you father had gotten built that connects to the long entrance gates to the french door entrance to your houseβs lobby.
your one hand holds your heels, the same hand holding your jacket and the other clothing onto your phone that keeps ringing and you know itβs gonna wake the dogs up and you will start crying. so, the only option was to cut it or pick up.
you picked up.
βy/n? bro where you at?β you roll your eyes at kaiβs shaky voice. βiβm alone, this is not fun.β
βstop being like this,β you grit, clutching your phone while tip toeing across the road while hiding behind the long trees. βyouβre already dancing i know!β you whisper-yell and hear his snort.
βhurry up you weenie!β he yells, and you whisper a few curse words. βor your new bodyguard might come and get you.β
that makes you stand straight, eyes narrowing as if youβre staring kai down.
βhow do you know that?β you ask, voice lowered.
βeveryone at our uni knows it,β he laughs, βthe tall guy who walked in fully dressed in a tux? canβt be the business majors, can it?β
βoh, shut it,β you whisper, growing closer to the gates while looking back and forth for anyone. βgood thing my guards gone home, nothings stopping me from that drink tonight!β
βunless your dogs-β
βi will see you there!β you cut him off, leaning against the tree, hiding as if you were in an action movie you turn your head to the right.
youβre ten steps away from the iron gates, one step to your victory but that one step is cut in half when you see the gatekeeper sitting with eyes wide open. and you know, you know itβs the first time he does so anyways because every other time heβs dozing off.
with a pained smile you slide closer to the tree, successfully in a second having your back against the high cement walls with no suspicion.
your eyes land on the gate in a gate (a small one that mimics a prison, ironic) thatβs latched open, you grin. eyes flickering between the gatekeeper and the gate, and just as the man snaps his head down. youβre suddenly shapeshifting into a snake and running out the door with no noise.
once you run out, you run Β as if your life depended on it. which it did, if your father found out about your early morning endeavors, youβre grounded for good.
and you canβt believe how he still can ground you in your mid-twenties, with a shake of your head you keep running and looking back from time to time before you find yourself in an alley.
your back leaned against the brick as you breathed heavily, chest going up and down as you swallowed the dryness. running a hand through your hair and wiping anything excess on your face before you lean down, throwing your heels before you slip your feet in them.
holding your phone out and texting kai that youβd be there in a few, without your car as you clasped on the ankle strap of your jimmy chooβs you hear a groan coming from your right.
you freeze midway of clasping the strap together, swallowing before comically looking to your right where the dark alley had begun to look even darker. you inhale a nervous breath before quickly slipping on your other heel, not wanting to spend a second here any longer as the groans become louder, and your eyes become wider.
and then you hear a full sentence, you know youβre in trouble. but that doesnβt scare you, what scares you is your father finding about this trouble.
βraise a hand and you wonβt see the day of tomorrow.β
ββ¦and itβs my time to leave,β you whisper, holding your phone tighter as you stood up. eyes sneakily looking at the alley as you slowly move towards the road with the aching ankle of yours.
but as you take another step, you hear the loud cry of someone that makes you freeze. but what solidified your death was when your phone rang in the midst of the after silence of the cry.
βwhoβs there?β
you freeze for what feels like hours and then snap to reality, hurriedly shutting your phone off and cursing kaiβs name. you look back at the alley, swallowing with a pained expression before slowly beginning to creep away.
but itβs then when you hear a surge of footsteps filling your ears, your eyes widening, and you grip onto your dress before making a run.
βhey! get back here!β
βcatch her!β
so, you run, you run as if your dogs are chasing you, as if your mother has found out what youβre doing late out at night dressed to get sick. or how your father would immediately blow up on you and the thought of getting into trouble, but that was on the last of your mind.
youβre running down the street, injured at the ankle, in your jimmy chooβs while a group of men run after you. you know they are holding weapons because you looked over your shoulder and it made you run even faster.
the cold wind slaps your face, makes your eyes watery and pushes your hair back as the road becomes downhill, your mouth begins to spew out curse words and screams that you hope make the men run away because you know only a god can save you from this.
βh-hey!β you scream, thinking youβd have a wise conversation with the group of guys who only seem to roar even louder and itβs at this point that your ankle begins to burn, and your eyes begin to tear up from the cold wind. βyou donβt know who i am!β
βwe donβt care!β
you cry out, βmy father runs the mafia!β
βif your dad runs the mafia, my dad is tom cruise!β you hear one of them yell and you quicken your speed.
you frown as you run, βwhat the fuck!?β
βget her!β
the street gets darker and darker but with the semi-working streetlights, youβre able to make out stores and houses around you. neon signs of sketchy restaurants where they sell alcohol for a dollar (you obviously knew, because you tried), or small departmental stores lining the streets.
youβre running so fast, that a crowd of people donβt stop you. you push past them in an attempt to lose the men, but they seem to have found you no matter what, itβs then when you see a man walk out a local 7/11.
your first instinct is to wave, but when the man turns around. eyes on the ground, hand holding a white bag and not a care in the world.
you think youβre about to lose him, until it takes everything in you to scream. βhey!β loud enough for the man to turn around and when he does. you wish you never screamed; you wish you never sneaked out of your room.
because the last thing you expect on a friday night is to be caught by your bodyguard.
βiβm, iβll just be going straight to sleep seonghwa!β
βhave a goodnight, maβam.β
βgod no,β you whisper, half happy that you found him, and half scared shitless. βshit.β
as youβre nearing him, your body automatically begins to slow down. and once you do, youβre standing right in front of him. breathing heavily and swallowing as your throat dried.
βt-this is not how it looks like-β you look back, seeing the men beginning to slow down as they approach you and him. β-i promise!β
βwhatβs going on?β he speaks and for the first time you hear him without his uptight vocabulary that doesnβt consist of maβamβs or sirβs.
βi thought you were asleep?β he raises an eyebrow, and you look at him up and down, clad in a black hoodie with matching sweats. you think you like him better this way.
βiβ¦i thought i was too,β you chuckle, humourlessly and awkwardly.
βhey!β
you two turn around at the loud yell and you take a step back, βi-itβs a long story-β you swallow, coming to stand closer to him as seonghwa take a step forward. β-iβll explain the rest later!β
seonghwa gives you a blank stare, raising an eyebrow and you just know heβs shooting you in his mind. βare you hurt?β
you blink, βhuh?β
he looks back at the men, βare you hurt, maβam?β and then looks at your blinking eyes.
you shake your head slowly, βno,β he then hands you the white bag he held prior, and you look at him with a frown. ββ¦..are you doing what iβm thinking youβre about to do?β
you take the bag from, and he nods. βiβm doing exactly what youβre thinking.β
you grip the bag tighter, pulling your lips into a determined grin and raising your hands into fists to urge him on. ββ¦.weβre running right?β
he looks over his shoulder before snorting, βiβm going to go do my job.β he then points at you. βstay here.β
βyouβre not on-β
βoi you two!β you snap your eyes at the men in front, hand on their waists and bored expressions on their faces. βif youβre done talking, get her here, weβve got some business to finish!β
you blink, feeling your heartbeat take a sudden increase as you hold the bag tighter. βdonβt worry about it maβam, i can handle this.β with that he begins to walk towards them, and you panic when your eyes flash at the guns and knives they held.
as quick as your mouth opened to yell, it zipped even quicker when seonghwaβs back comes to blind you from those in front. you hear groans and curses being thrown at seonghwa who stares at them blankly, inhaling before lifting his hand up. motioning them to come forward with two of his fingers.
and then it felt like a blur when seonghwa raised his fist and smashed it in the manβs jaw, your mouth drops at the sight. instinctively holding your own jaw as if you felt the pain, eyes widening as you stare at the scene in front of you.
one vs at-least seven.
with the way seonghwaβs elbow jabs in their ribs, strong punches to their jaws and kicks to their stomach your mouth is left hung open. it felt as if you were watching a live action movie, maybe even a boxing match.
your eyes follow seonghwaβs every move, the way his eyes turn into slits. hair moving with every punch he makes, the groans from his mouth and the movement of his muscle. you canβt help but gawk at him.
from the way he rolled his hoodie up to his elbow, showcasing the ink heβs got that stops just before it goes above his elbow. swirls of art that youβre so entranced by that you totally blind side the fact that seonghwaβs yelling for you.
βmaβam!β
you quickly snap out of your thoughts and look for where youβre hearing his voice, once you do your eyes widen. βhey!β you yell, seeing seonghwa in a rear chokehold. two of the men holding him down while one of them begins to walk towards you.
you take a step back, gripping the bag to your chest with wide eyes while seonghwa yells at you from the back. βy-your shoes!β
you frown, holding the bag tighter as you yell back. βwhat shoes?! where!β
βyour shoes! use them!β
βto hit him?!β
βyes!β
you give him a look, βmy jimmy chooβs!?β
he nods and you stare at him with an unreadable face before he yells for you again, βyou can buy more!β
you swallow, looking down at your shoes that you know you canβt buy more. but even so, you put the bag away, take your shoes off. hold the heel side up, raising both your hands up before yelling and running towards the herd.
barefoot, in a leather jacket and fighting some goons with heels was something straight out of a romcom. on a friday night, you expect yourself to be with your friends and not smacking heels into peopleβs chests.
βiβm so sorry, this is gonna hurt-β you yank the heel down and hear a loud groan and it has you shivering. βi told you this will hurt!β
for a few minutes you keep doing what seonghwa has told you, heel after heel youβve left them with wounds that ooze fresh blood and just the sight of it makes you grim.
you think you two are set to go but then the men begin to gather around you two in a circle, your back finds itself attached to seonghwaβs.
broken heels in hands, the ribbon design on them falling somewhere along with way whole the structure is completely damaged.
βnowβ¦β you inhale, swallowing as you stare at their angry faces. βwhat do we do now?β
βdo you know how to fight?β
you pause, biting your lower lip in frustration. Β βno, i..never learned.β
he says nothing but stands straighter, βiβm going to pick you up,β your head snaps to him.
βwhat?β you whisper, eyeing the man standing in front of you. who, with his injuries still manages to stand.
βby the waist,β he continues, eyeing the others on his side. βuse your feet to kick them while i spin you.β
βthis is insane,β he hears you say and smiles a bit before replying, βthis is what we do for living.β
βcanβt we just run?β you ask, looking around the road to see ample amount of space to run.
βitβs not easy,β he replies, βif this gets to your father..that is.β
you turn around on instinct, βright.β and then glare at the men. βdo it then, iβm sure weβve both got places to be.β
he spares no second and turns you around, hooking his arms under your armpits before hoisting you up. βkick!β he yells, and you do as he says, eyes shut tight and legs kicking while he spins you around.
youβre so sure you hear a faded snort coming from seonghwa while youβre hitting arms and chests and faces that when he puts you down, he makes sure your jacket is still on and that your balance remains as you collapse in his arms.
when your eyes land on the ground, a sigh leaves your lips at the sight. hearing groans and curses being spewed while a few of them tried to drag themselves away, your eyes then snap to your shoes only to see them ruined.
your jaw drops and your first instinct is to go and grab them, but instead seonghwa snakes his arm around your waist and swoops you to his towering front. your hands fall flat against his chest, eyes widening at what he was doing that is until you realize he had his foot on a manβs hand.
the hand that was reaching for your ankle, you swallow and look up at seonghwa. β..weβre good, right?β
he looks down and your eyes immediately lock, staring into them directly for the first time and not only did it bring a sudden burst of butterflies in your stomach but made your heart stop for a quick second.
but that only lasts for a moment before he pulls away abruptly, βyes maβam.β you nod slowly, eyes finding the ground.
you tip toe your way across the groaning bodies to grab into the broken pieces of your heels, and then turning around to see seonghwa waiting for you by the side.
you take a quick look at your surroundings before walking towards him, the cold cement road under your bare feet making you shiver. once youβre in front of him, he nods and quietly gestures you to follow him.
and you do, hugging your jacket around you tighter. you walk behind him, eyes on his taller and built frame. one hand holding the white bag, where you could spot redness on his knuckles while the other was tucked in his pocket.
β..iβm so sorry i got you involved into this,β you begin as your eyes catch a glimpse of the bruises on his knuckles.
βi thought you were asleep, maβam.β
you sigh, closing your eyes before nodding. βi-i had to go to this party..β you mumble, βso i snuck out.β
βfrom the front gates?β he asks, tone normal and not accusatory of any sorts. βand past the dogs?β
you shake your head, βfrom the window actuallyβ¦and past the dogs.β
he nods, impressed before his eyes find themselves staring at the ground. instinctively glancing at your feet and then it occurs to him, βyouβre hurt, maβam.β he whispers, eyeing the slight redness at your ankle and the cuts and dirt youβve got wrapped around them.
you stare at your feet as you keep walking, βthey donβt hurt actually,β you smile. βfeels nice to walk bare feet on the cold ground.β
βwe should sit down,β he urges, a slight panic in his tone. βyouβre limping maβam.β
you turn to look at him, eyes falling over the hair that hovers over his forehead. βstop calling me that.β you say, lowly as you keep your eyes fixated on him. βy/n, call me that at least when weβre alone.β
he says nothing but presses his lips in a line before looking ahead and pointing straight, βthereβs a bench right there, we should at least get you seated.β
you sigh before nodding, quickly checking your phone for time and the messages from kai before putting it back into your pocket and following him.
you sit at a normal distance away from him, or more like he did. once youβre sat, your surroundings are a quiet bliss, the cold night wind and the makeshift roof of leaves above your head, it felt calming.
the night was one full of stars, you look down at your feet. watching the shadows being created by the streetlight that shines on you but especially on seonghwa. when you turn your face to look at him, half of his face is illuminated by the light while the other casts a darker shadow.
as the silence begins to heavy in, you decide to break it with a request you hope he agrees too. βplease donβt tell my dad about this seonghwa,β your bite down on your lower lip. βhe wonβt let me out again.β
βwhy would he do that maβam?β he responds, and you swallow. βi believe he should know, and it is my duty to document everything to him so-β
βcan you stop with the unnecessary fancy words!β you cry out and turn to him. βyou are not going to tell my father about any of this.β
βbut m-β
you raise an eyebrow, βyouβre not.β
βbut why not?β he frowns, fiddling with the bag in his hand.
βbecauseβ¦β you start, eyes looking left and right. βbecauseβ¦youβre my friend, yeah!β
he gives you a quick stare, βbut, maβam iβm not all-β
you cut him off by scooting closer and placing an arm on his shoulder, with a eyebrow raise. βyou are now my best friend.β you nod, βand as childish as this sounds, best friends donβt tell each otherβs secrets to anyone right?β
he pauses to blink twice before nodding slowly and you smile, βgood!β you pat his shoulder.
βso, we should consider this a deal-β you bring your hand out for him to shake and he looks at you then at your hand accessorized in rings. β-right?β
he sighs audibly and you grin, knowing heβs given up. βthank you so much seonghwa!β with a quick assuring pat and a smile you pull back into silence that is until he speaks.
βy..you donβt have that party to go to?β he mumbles, eyes on the bag he held between his legs. you, pull your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them.
βitβs a little too late now,β you know your phoneβs being ambushed by messages form kai mainly him begging, but you ratherβ canβt help but like this a little more.
he says nothing again and instead fiddles through his bag; your eyes follow his movements until they pause on what you think is ice cream.
he looks over at you and you lock eyes, βyou must be hungry,β you tilt your head just a little for your hair to move with it. β..ice cream?β
he holds out a squished pack of ice cream which makes you raise an eyebrow, βitβs a littleβ¦deformed?β he squeaks, and you hide a smile before reaching out to take it from his hands.
βthank you seonghwa.β you mumble, and he smiles a little, then gives a small nod and itβs when you notice his hair falling over his eyes.
βyour welcome, ma-β
βy/n.β
he looks at you and you mirror him, in fact, you change your position to face him. legs in a criss cross with your jacket being a makeshift blanket on them so that you donβt flash anything, anytime soon.
βmy names y/n,β you repeat, taking the wrapper off the ice cream. βiβve told this multiple times, and iβll say it again. call me y/n when weβre both alone.β
he nods, βokayβ¦β he hesitates, staring at you as if you were going to speak. but when you donβt, he finally says it even if it feels as if heβs struggling and you donβt know why. βy/n.β
you break out into a smile, βnow that we are on first name basis,β you extend your hand out, as if pointing between him and you. βwe should get to know each other better, right? for betterβ¦uhh-β
βrelationship?β
you snap your fingers, βyes that! iβll go first,β
he smiles, βof course.β
βhi, iβm y/n.β you begin, voice a tone lower to match the quietness. βand iβm currently in a uni? i go out at night because my father doesnβt let me in the day,β he snorts, and you smile. βiβm also! not as snobby as you think.β
βiβve never thought of you as snobby maβam,β he says, licking at the ice cream before continuing. βjustβ¦picky?β
you grin, βthat i am or maybe i just have fine taste?β a round of chuckle leaves you two. βwhat about you, tell me about you seonghwa.β
βwhat do you want to know?β
βwell, i just know the professional you-β you pause to lick the ice cream, βthe macho, mr smith style assassin! but whatβs under all of that?β you wiggle your eyebrows. βa different story?β
he looks down with a smile as you watch him with a curious gaze, βiβm just a simple man doing a simple job.β
you raise an eyebrow, βsimple job?β he nods, and you narrow your eyes. βiβve never heard a simple man having a job at a mafia house?β
he bites down on his lower lip before shaking his head, βhowβd you end up working for my father?β you ask, and he looks at the ice cream.
βyour father actually met me when i was at my worst,β he begins, and you tilt your head.
βwhat?β
he lifts his head up to look right at you, βi escaped italy onceβ¦illegally, your father helped me out with it entirely.β you notice the way he smiles at that. βhe became someone who gave me a shelter and in return i worked for him.β
βsounds heroic.β you whisper, an impressed smile on your face that it makes him laugh a little. βyou escaped, why?β
you hear him inhale audibly and it makes you swallow before looking up at the sky, βyou donβt have to tell me, thatβs fine, somethings should be ke-β
βsomeone was out to kill me.β
your eyes widen, βwhat?!β your jaw hangs, processing everything that heβs saying. βh-how did you get away? iβve heard once italianβs mark something to kill, they will.β
you scoot closer, β..how did you escape them?β
he looks at your wide curious eyes and before even thinking it through, he says it all. βi killed him.β
he watches your jaw drop at that and for a moment he thinks heβs fucked up, which rightfully so, but when you say something, it makes his eyes widen in surprise. βyou killed,β you lean closer to whisper, βan italian mafia guy?β
you then bring your hands up to clap slowly with an impressed face, βhow havenβt you gotten a movie made on you? thatβs crazy, they should title it βmission impossible: italy chronicles!β youβd give tom cruise a run for his money!β
βare you not surprised?β he asks, slightly confused at your enthusiasm over starring him in a movie and not the fact that he killed someone.
βhm?β you pause and then smile a little.
βare you not surprised or scared that i told you i just killed someone?β he repeats, eyeing your rather calm expression.
βseonghwa,β you inhale, shuffling with the jacket before looking at him. βiβve grown up in this environment involuntarilyβ¦iβm used to the killingβs and everything that happens in a group because i have to be, i-i someday have to run this yeah? even if i donβt want to, i have to get used to it.β
βyou donβt seem like you want to do anything with your dadβs job,β he murmurs, and you nod, looking down at the jacket as your hand comes to play with the sleeve. βnot interested?β
βnope,β you sigh, βiβve never associated myself with the type of work my dad does, never learnt how to fight or do anything that ties me to that world.β
you then glance at him, βand i donβt plan to anytime soon, but i know i have to one day whether i like it or not-β you stand up abruptly and he watches you for a quick second. βmaybe one day iβll stop this mafia, who knows?β
he says nothing but nods, knowing the situation wonβt change if he says anything. βthanks for the ice cream though,β you change the topic, holding the ice cream cone as if it were a wine glass.
imitating the great gatsby scene where leonardo holds the glass up with a smirk, βand i hope you keep the promise, best friend.β with a small smile, you gather your belongings before waving him a small bye.
but itβs not even a second later that he stops you, βy/n,β you look back, eyebrow raised slightly. βwhere are you going at this hour?β
βhome.β
βyouβre walking?β you nod, βbut youβre hurt, iβll get a tax- shit, taxis donβt work at this hour.β he stands up and you blink.
βiβll walk you home,β
your hands immediately fly up in the air, βno! no! thatβs fine, i can walk, itβs just a small walk back home and youβre probably really tired and hurt so i don-β
β-do you always talk this much?β he cuts you off and you smile sheepishly.
βyes,β you immediately respond, holding your jacket close to your chest. βyou donβt?β
βthey should keep you in a museum, you know?β
you grin, βthey should, people will pay to see me, sounds fun.β
he looks down and lets out a breathy chuckle, βiβll walk you home, itβs dark o-β
βyouβre off job s-β
βmaβam.β you raise your eyebrow slightly, βa bodyguard is never off duty, so please, let me walk you home.β
you glance at him with a small smile, eyes searching his face as if heβd say something else but when he doesnβt, you nod. βokay then mr bodyguard, walk me home safely.β
when he stands up, the two of you begin walking back to your place. you barefoot, his knuckles bleeding, chasing, and fighting down goons all on a friday night. you turn to look at his side profile and feel warmth fill your gut before you look ahead.
your eyes then go to your bare feet before your eyes widen. βwhat about my jimmy chooβs?β you ask in the quiet street, a chill in the air as streetlights far away shine bright.
βiβm sure you can buy new ones, isnβt that right maβam?β
βthose were vintage..β
βthey always have better ones!β he mumbles, giving you a quick glance.
β..they were my momβs.β
βthey what.β
βso,β you begin, eyeing your dark and scary mansions that had a red-light beam at the very top, on a dome-like roof. Β βhow do we get back inside?β
you hear seonghwa inhale from beside you and you look at him with a raised eyebrow and hunched shoulders, his jacket wrapped around them tightly as you tried to keep yourself warm.
βdo you know the safety system in your house?β he asks, eyes raking the mansion before he steps closer to quietly open the iron gates.
your eyes follow him, ββ¦i think so?β you respond in a mumble. βdads never mentioned it to me explicitly but like i know what heβs up to like, half the time.β
βgreat,β he turns around, leaning on the gates. βyouβre going to help us get in.β he nods, like the ones guys at parties do when they see someone from their element.
you raise an eyebrow, shifting your weight on one foot before speaking. βarenβt you supposed to my bodyguard?β
βand arenβt you supposed to be asleep?β he retorts and watches you pause.
you blink, then nod. βpoint.β and walk closer to him, squinting at your own house as if it were a mission to cross. eyes narrowing over the trimmed shrubbery with bright flowers that seemed to have blended with the night, adding onto the chilling appearance of your home.
βso according to my dad,β you put your face up against the iron gates, squishing your cheeks on the rails. βthereβs a laser security system when you first enter the house- wait but how do you not know this!β
he shakes his head while still looking ahead, βthatβs because i donβt stay here, i know the blueprints but i stay there-β he points at the right of the mansion, and your eyes follow his finger. βat the guard quarters, the security system there is mild.β
βwhy?"
βbecause we are the security there.β
you nod with an impressed pout, βhuh, no wonder i had never seen you around.β
βiβm your dadβs personal security, iβm usually in his office.β he whispers, leaning a little closer to you. βnot around a lot.β
your eyes then land on the area youβve never stepped a foot in. βis the bodyguard quarters cool?β itβs like a smaller version of your place, yet you spot more class in it with way its architecture looks despite it being rarely visible.
he tilts his head and chuckles a little, βcool? yes, it is.β
you then look at him with a frown, βwhy do you talk like this?β he pauses. βyou sound like a professor more than a bodyguard, are you in cahootsβ with my prof?β
βno,β he answers quickly and hesitantly raises his hand to poke your forehead, your eyes widen, and you look at him who avoids your eyes immediately. βt-the security system, we need to get in before itβs too late.β
you hide a smile and nod before beginning to explain, βwhen we first enter, thereβs a red laser security. once we pass that and go up the stairs, the hallways have small traps all around that can identify the smallest of sounds-β
β-and intruders.β he mumbles before tapping the front gates, βand have you been trained for this?β
βme?β you point at yourself, βabsolutely not.β
you hear him sigh audibly, βwhat will you do when you have to learn all of this? to fight to plan and to be competent enough to take your fatherβs place?β
βiβve got you here, so that should be fine.β you hum, and he blinks twice. βright? now letβs go in!β
you open the gates first, cautiously while he follows suit. itβs quiet, eerily quiet. you think everyoneβs fallen asleep, so you turn to ask seonghwa what time it was, βitβs two.β
you nod and walk towards the front entrance; body bent a little to keep out of anyoneβs hide and to hide in the shadows. while seonghwa follows without doing the unnecessary things youβre doing.
once youβre in front of the gates, you stop and fish into your jacket pocket in an attempt to find your spare keys. βwe could just climb your window..β
βthereβs no ladder there!β you whisper loudly, immediately clamping a hand on your mouth before quietly inserting the key in the lock and testing it slowly. βalso, itβs more fun this way.β
once you hear the quiet and short and satisfying noise of the tall door unlocking, you look over your shoulder and gesture for seonghwa to follow you inside.
βmy job was to walk you home maβam,β he whispers, βi donβt think i should go in-β
but before he even finishes the sentence, you take a hole of his wrists and pull him in locking the door behind you immediately.
βi donβt think this is a good idea maβamβ¦β you hear him whisper and you look over your shoulder, scanning the foyer.
βwhy are you so scared? itβs not like my dad will kill you, geez,β you sigh, looking around the big plants that scare you because they look eerily similar to people in your house.
βif he recognizes m-β
your tongue hits the roof of your mouth at that, βhe canβt even differentiate between me and my brother in the mornings, so donβt worry-β
before you even get the chance to finish your phrase, thereβs a loud knock coming from the stairs right above the chandelier. the sound alone makes you and seonghwa panic and run to hide behind the large plant your mom begged to have.
βyou know,β seonghwa inhales, swallowing as he looks around. βyour dad can actually kill me.β
you click your tongue, again. βyouβre scared for nothing.β and walk ahead but he stays, shaking his head because he knows what the circumstances can be.
when you look back to see him standing there looking at the ground, you sigh and walk back towards him. holding your hand out to him which makes him look at you, you nod towards your hand. βhold it.β
βw-why?β he asks, throat drying as he looks around the place.
you frown, βdo you want my dad to find out?β he shakes his head. βso then, hold my hand and iβll make sure no one finds out.β
you shake your hand at him with a grin that has him narrowing his eyes, but he knows heβs got no other option. because the only person who can save him from your father is you, and if that means youβll take him under the wing for one day. he doesnβt mind.
so, with that, he hesitantly holds your hand, swallowing as you grip on it tightly before yanking him away.
he follows you down the hallway, holding your hand tighter with every step as his heartbeat begins to skip beats. eyes wandering the quiet rooms that otherwise are bright and loud, now terrify him with each step. Β
βmaβam, whereβs the laser security?β he asks, and you pause right after, swallowing and pointing ahead.
βthere,β you mumble, biting your lower lip as you take in the bright red lasers, bright neon red lines parallel to each other. βif we pass this, weβre good to go.β
he nods and then looks at you, βdo you know how to do this?β
you grin, βof course,β as fast as you left his hand, he holds onto it faster. stopping you from going forward immediately.
βwhatβre you doing?!β he whispers, and you point at the lasers.
βpassing the lasers? like how they do in the movies?β you say, tone matter-of-factly and he raises his eyebrow.
he pulls you back to him, your side hitting his towering front by surprise. βthis isnβt the movies y/n.β you straighten up at the use of your name. βwe can get killed, maybe not you, but i can.β
you look at him, βi donβt pay you enough to get killed.β
he smirks, βyour father does.β before you retaliate, he puts a finger up to his lips, shushing you before holding your hand and walking on the other side. βfollow me.β
he walks you around the stairs, completely away from the lasersβ okay maybe not completely because you two did have to duck down quite a few times. but once that was left behind, you were surprised at his tactics.
impressed at his calm demeanor you follow right behind him, mouth shut and eyes on his back. your eyes then land on the hand heβs holding and smile.
βhey seo-β
in a matter of seconds, youβre pushed to the cold wall behind, you know itβs the wall with the way you hear frames rattle a bit. seonghwaβs larger hand covering your mouth as he leaned in, covering you fully and engulfing you in his warm scent while staring into your wide eyes with his sharper ones.
βdonβt talk.β he says lowly, noticing the way your eyes blink. βgot it?β
you nod repeatedly, eyes searching his face up close. from the bridge of his nose to his fuller lips and then back to his sharp eyes that look to your right. studying the shape of his eye and the long lashes that touch the area of cheek right under his eye, it makes you swallow just at the sight of him.
you donβt make a noise when he makes you move without ever physically holding you, though itβs difficult and makes you confused you follow him either way. the small tapping of your feet and his shoes make the faintest noise, which makes him afraid that youβll get caught.
βcan you walk a little less loudly?β he whispers in your ear and you, first, take one second to feel the shiver run down your spine and two, feel your heart skip a beat.
you then frown, bringing his hand down from your mouth and wrapping it around your waist. he immediately pulls back with wide eyes, βwhatβre you doing?β he whispers, and you take his other hand and put it around your waist.
βyou want me to walk quietly, the only way i can do that if i walk on my tippy toes-β
βwhat does that gotta do with holding you!-β
βsssh!β you whisper and look everywhere before continuing, βif we match our rhythm, less sound and we wonβt get caught.β
βthatβsβ¦β
you grin, βgenius, i know-β
β-so stupid.β
you face drops, βeyy, come on, you spoilsport!β you whisper. βyou just have to hold me, itβs not like thatβs a crime!β
he leans in to be face-to-face with you, βin this house, it is.β and raises his eyebrow as you stare him down, long enough for him to sigh and you smile.
βcome on, mr park!β you mumble and lean forward. βiβm not even that bad.β
you say before extending both your hands out to him, he pauses and sighs. thinking about all the shit he can get for doing this before throwing his head back, defeatedly placing his hand on yours which you quickly move to your waist.
βhold on tight,β you whisper before looking towards the hallway, βmake a noise and weβre done for the night.β
βweβre gonna get caught,β he whispers halfway through, hands neatly wrapped around your waist as you two matched steps as if doing a partner dance at your fatherβs extravagant galaβs he likes to hold.
βyouβre just scared.β
βno,β he immediately refutes, looking you into the eye. βiβm scared iβll be fired or even worse, killed.β
or even worser, disappoint your father.
you shake your head, then raise your hand to his chest and pat it twice. βthen iβll save you.β as if thatβll make a difference he thinks.
he shakes his head, knowing exactly who will save who and who will get who in trouble. itβs not that heβs scared of dying, heβs scared of disappointing your fatherβs faith in him. the man who gave him everything he couldnβt ever get; he canβt jeopardize his trust.
but when he looks down at you, your eyebrows scrunched up as your eyes narrow and look ahead. he canβt help but think that if he protects you, he wonβt disappoint your father. if he fulfils your every demand, he wonβt be jeopardizing anything.
itβs what he hopes in the end. Β
he walks with you in silence, ears perking up at the slightest of a crack or squeak that makes him grip your dress tighter as if ready to push you behind him to take cover. but instead, none of that happens, the two of your make your way towards your room in peace.
the silence over you two was deafening and you did nothing to break it, that is until youβre in your room. back to your door and eyes on seonghwa, βso.β you whisper, watching his hesitation.
he nods slowly, βso..β he pauses. βi think i should go-β
β-at this time?β you cut him off, locking the door behind before walking to him and he instinctively backs up. βisnβt this more fun? just you and me alone in the room?β
you watch the way his eyes widen, and you bite back a smile, βm-maβ-β
βgod, i was just joking.β you laughed, eyeing his surprised face and eyes that blinked repeatedly. βsit down,β you point at the couch behind him. βiβll go get the first aid box.β
βthatβs-β he says out loud but immediately stops himself, β..thatβs not necessary, maβam.β
you ignore him and walk away towards your bathroom, leaving him standing alone in the middle of your room. he hesitates to move but does it anyway, eyes looking around the room and he realizes itβs the first time heβs stepped in the room of anyone he works for.Β
he didnβt expect it to be so soon or even at all, but he smiles a little and shakes his head. eyes searching the room and he notices the amount of colour patterned clothes you have hanging around; he expected your room to be big and uninviting but itβs the exact opposite.Β
warm, a little big and cozy. he smiles to himself as he begins to walk to the bookshelf just behind him, looking at the photo frames where you and your family were present. he lifts a hand to run his fingers on the shelf gently while looking at your childhood photos.
from where he sees his boss, your dad in one of the frames. holding a younger you, who was dressed in a pink tutu. he smiles again, only ever seeing his boss with a stoic face that rarely cracks a grin legitimately smile. he then looks at you, eyes shut as you grinned from ear to ear holding a little trophy.
he then looks at the frame behind it, where you stood alone. older now, maybe in your teens. he remembers this one, the dress specifically.
it was when he had joined newly, he was told you were his only daughter, and he couldnβt help but peek outside to see youβ not like a creep but because everyone was looking their boss getting scolded by you.
it was a rare sight to see, but itβs one he remembers the most.
just when heβs about to look ahead, you come walking in. startling him in the way, he scrambles to his feet and looks at you as if he got caught stealing something.
you blink, βyou can sit down!β you usher him over to the couch. eyes following him hurrying to take a seat before you join and sit in front of him on the table.
once heβs sat, you raise your eyebrows and extend both your hands. βhands.β you mumble in the emptiness of your room where only a lamp was lit in the far corner.
he looks at you and blinks twice, βmaβ-β
β-y/n.β
βy-y/n,β he begins and youβre already reaching for his hands. βitβs fine you donβt have to do this-β
β-and why not?β you cut him off, scowling and he hesitantly pulls his hand back. but before that even happens, you pull his hands back into your lap. βyouβre bleeding at your knuckles!β
he looks down at his hands, eyeing the dried blood on his hand and the way your hold on him is so gentle. the first heβs ever experience.
βiβm used to it.β
βwell not on my watch,β and you begin to nurse his wound, whispering to yourself about how much bloodβs been dripping and how heβs not worried about his wound. βas long as youβre my bodyguard, i donβt give you the permission to get hurt.β
he says nothing and you continue to nurse him until you realize the man doesnβt even make a noise, a squeak, or a hiss in pain. you look up with wide eyes, βis your hand numb?!β
βno?β he answers, looking at his hand and then at you.
βthen why..β you scoot closer, βhow are you not making a noise in pain?β
βi told you, iβm used to it.β he replies, and you narrow your eyes. he then leans forward to match your stance, narrowing his eyes he continues. βiβve gotten worse injuries, this is nothing.β
βyeah? enlighten me.β
his features change with the way he smirks, βbroke my ribs, both arms, one leg.β he pauses to recall, catching your expression while doing so. βnumber of concussions and bull-β
βokay okay!β you give up and he smiles a little. βi donβt care how bad you were injured,β you poke his hand, βan injury is an injury. and youβre hurting i just know-β
β-no iβm not.β he says, eyes still on you.
you smile, a little strained. βyeah?β you begin to wrap the bandage around his hand. βyes, you are.β
βno, iβm not.β
you wrap it tighter, βyes.β
βno.β he stares right back.
βyes.β you wrap it again, watching his lip twitch.
but he acts as if nothing hurts, βiβm still good,β he then points at his hand. βyou can wrap it tighter.β
βgosh,β you whisper, knotting the bandage before giving him his hand back and falls back Β on the couch with a smirk.
but heβs quick to regain his posture, hands going down to grab your ankle and place it on his knee. βh-hey!β you yell but he immediately puts a hand to your mouth.
βyouβre going to wake them up,β he whispers, and you nod slowly, then look at him holding your ankle. βguess whoβs also injured.β
βunlike me,β he brings his hand down and hooks his finger on the box before dragging it closer to him. βyouβre not used to this.β
he hums, βcorrect?β and looks at you as he separates the cotton.
βcorrect.β
he nods, βwhich also means youβll be in pain, correct?β
βa lot.β
he raises an eyebrow, βyeah?β
βhm, i have low pain tolerance.β you mumble as he begins to nurse around your ankle, wincing whenever he dabs the cotton too harshly.
βhow will you run your dadβs business if your tolerance is low?β he asks, gently brushing his fingers over your ankle.
you smile, βseeβ¦thatβs not my plan,β and then hiss. βand if i were to one dayβ¦youβll be there, right?β
he smiles stiffly, βof course, itβs my job to be your right-hand man after all.β he then places your leg down gently before holding the other one up.
βthen you better be there for everything,β you say, βdonβt miss anything, donβt die and absolutely do not get injured.β
βyes maβam.β
silence then falls over you two, just him carefully holding your ankle while you watch his hands skillfully wrap the bandage, it makes you wonder just how many times heβs done this. occasionally finding yourself staring at his face when he asked a question rather than responding.
it makes you snort internally at how at first you thought seonghwa was never going to talk to you, be civil and extremely formal to now where heβs more comfortable and warming up.
βthank you.β
he lifts his head up slowly, ββ¦for what?β
you point your finger at your feet, βfor that and for beating the guys up and uh, sorry for eating your ice cream and! for dragging you in here!β
he smiles a little and youβve come to like it when he smiles, even if thatβs the only thing heβll do. βyour welcome, maβam.β
βi had a question,β he suddenly asks, and you beam at his request. βgo on!β
he then places your leg down gently before pointing behind you, towards the bookshelf. βthat photo there,β you turn around to follow his finger. βwith your father.β
βah,β you hum, glancing at the photo and remembering the moment it was taken. βit was my first ballet recital,β your eyes fall on the pink tutu your dad gifted you. βway before this whole mafia thing started, my dad was a small lawyer.β
you turn to him, βyou must know.β and he nods. βbusiness was never good where he worked and we could at times, barely afford a dinner. sometimes i think this mafia thing started because he wanted to gift me a pink tutu.β
he snorts, looking at you with a fond stare. βhow come?β he asks, βi heard he took a loan and then was fraudulently framed and jailed.β
you nod, βthatβs right, he has a grudge against the insiders of the justice system. so, the only better thing he could think of was,β you smile, βto rule it.β
βand now he controls the insiders the way he wants,β seonghwa adds and you nod. βso, it really started because of your tutu?β
βa man can do anything,β you lean forward till your facing him. βto make his daughter happy.β
he tilts his head and raises his eyebrow, βthen that same man can kill me, for his daughter.β
you mirror his expression impressively, βand that daughter can stop him.β you bite down on your lip, βhm?β
he smiles, the one where his teeth show and looks down to laugh a little. his hair falling over his eyes and it makes your heart skip a beat, βthank you.β
you turn your head to the side, βfor?β you mumble. βputting you in danger?β
βfor fixing my wounds and saving me from your dad, but.β
βbut?β you raise your eyebrow and then to glance at him softly.
βbut next time thereβs a party,β he fiddles with the bandage before looking up. βask me to join so this wonβt happen again.β
βyou got it.β
βdo you like those seonghwa?β Β
you ask, pointing your finger at a wallet heβs been eyeing ever since he stepped into the store with you.
ever since the night he walked you home, the two of you have been looking eerily suspicious according to your father who narrowed his eyes the second you two walk in any room.
the eyes of your parents would watch your every move whenever seonghwa was in the room, and you let them. casually chatting with seonghwa in front of them even if he doesnβt respond, though you know he answers through his eyes.
or the fact that he follows you to your uni every day, waits outside or sits by you (always offers to keep his jacket on your seat so you donβt have to sit on anything dirty), opens the car doors for you, offers you his arm for walking purposes, stands with his back to you when youβre getting out of the car and even shares a word with kyle over pens.Β
which you know kyle likes involuntarily. sometimes he excuses himself and walks out halfway in class, which turns out he does to get the best table at the cafeteria.
where you two sit down and talk, well mostly just you. he listens to you blabber without interfering or objecting, pushing sandwiches your way whenever he thinks you need one more.
to when you were struggling to catch up to your teacherβs pace, hands focusing on notes while your eyes settled on the screen. but it felt as if you couldnβt understand anything and when panic arose in you, you hesitantly looked around for someone to give you notes.
raising your hand anxious but when no avail, you looked at seonghwa who already seemed to have raised his hand.
βseo-β
βprofessor,β his deep voice rang the classroom of four hundred people. βcould you please repeat the section you just went over?β
your wide eyes staring at him as your heartbeat began to speed up, he who didnβt even spare you glance but instead looked down at his lap as if listening to the lecture. βoh, sure!β
or when he almost slapped a classmate of yours for taunting you and you had it physically pull seonghwa away from him.
or when you were getting ready for an event your father had forced you to where seonghwa would not look at you in the eye no matter what, except stand right beside you whenever you talked to anyone.
even if it meant staying through the boring small talks or forced arrange marriage offers thrown your way which, then, seonghwa would interfere in by standing in-front of you.
βunfortunately, we wonβt accept any offers of arrange marriages for miss y/n.β Β
and if they were to put a hand on you, or even do the mere action of reaching it seonghwa would already tower over them and firmly tell them to back off.
βput your hands on her even once, weβll have consequences to face.β and tap the others cheek, a little harshly.
all while you watched from behind his shoulder, making remarks to fire seonghwa up whenever heβd reject any offers (that your father told him to), βyeah! what he said!β Β
so now when you two sneakily snuck out right after your class to a mall, heβs been nothing but extremely protective of you. always walking behind you, hands coming to shield you if anyoneβs about to remotely bump into you or have his hand on his holster at any given moment.
he turns around, βno maβam, weβre here for you.β and you look around, eyeing the signature hermΓ¨s pattern everywhere in the store.
colorful clothes adorning opposite walls and a large glass table with a display of wallets and watches and bracelets. salespeople standing with their hands in front of them with pleasant smiles on their faces, though you know most are directed towards seonghwa which makes you snort.
βyou can buy anything you want seonghwa,β and before he opens his mouth, you raise your hand. βiβm paying.β
he shakes his head immediately and frantically, looking around the expensive store before inhaling. βthatβs alright maβam,β he taps his watch, βwe should get going before itβs too late.β Β
with that he walks away, leaving you standing with a grin. you look around the chic store, making eye contact with a salesperson before tapping on the wallet and nodding. you repeat the action every time you spot him staring at an item for too long.
once youβre done, he carries your bags in both his hands. sunglasses on and walking back to your car while you stare at his back with a smirk before walking towards him.
he opens the car door for you, you walk closer until youβre right in front of him. βthank you seonghwa.β he smiles before slowly getting back in the car and driving off.
βy/n,β
the blanket of silence that falls over the entire living room at the sound of your fatherβs voice sends a chill down your spine, making you shift in your seat entirely.
βyes, dad.β
you look up, eyes falling on the addressed man raising his eyebrow as his one leg is on top of the other. dressed in the finest of expensive fabrics, a well-trimmed beard and two stripes of grey in his hair that he calls a βfashion statementβ after watching the housewives of beverly hills.
youβve come to take him as a joke, but when he uses that tone, you know itβs not your father speaking but in fact the man who runs a whole intel of rings.
βwhere were you last week, friday,β you chew on your inner lip, eyes on your lap eyeing the neat manicure before answering. βat night specifically.β
βi-in my room dad,β thereβs a tremble in your voice that he catches on quickly, he looks up and turns his head to the side. staring at seonghwa who looked straight, never making eye contact with anyone.
βseonghwa,β
the man stiffens upon his name, standing tall before bending at his waist. βyes, sir.β
βwhere was y/n?β he asks the same question and you turn to look at seonghwa, praying internally that he doesnβt spill the beans because youβd be in a lot of trouble.
βiβ-β
βdad!β you quickly cut seonghwa off, βhow would seonghwa know, he wasnβt even here on that day! i gave him an earl-β
the hand your father lifts is enough to tell you that he isnβt buying your bullshit, heβs never, even if youβve tried to make him. he then points at your feet, and you canβt help the way your eyes widen, βwhy are there cuts on your feet?β
you quickly scramble to give a response, βi was with kai at the sch-β
βy/n.β
you sigh, defeated and lazily staring at your father. βseonghwa, narrate what happened during that day.β
you donβt give seonghwa a look or stare but know that heβll tell the truth, under the eyes of your father the truth will always come out. it felt as if it were court, and everyone was giving testimonies to send you to jail.
βmaβam was getting late night snacks down the street,β you freeze at his answer, the slight wavering of his tone that you know your dad didnβt catch, but you did. βwhen a group of wannabes chased her until she ran into me, i quickly fought them away with the help of maβam and we made it out safely.β
βsafely?β you father repeats, eyeing the faint marks around your feet and looks at seonghwa with a glare thatβs only ever terrified you. especially on report card days. βi told you, y/n shouldnβt be hur-β
βbut he hurt himself too!β you butt in, eyes wide and hands in the air. βhe was just trying to protect me, weβ he came up with a plan on spot and if it werenβt for him, dad iβd be more injured!β
βthis is about you y/n!β you dad yells, eyebrows pulled together in a scowl. βyou are my heir not seonghwa, you are supposed to be protected twenty-four seven!β
βthereβs already conflicts building in neighboring groups, and i donβt want you to get hurt.β
he then stands up and you follow, immediately getting on your feet and staring in the eyes of your father while also sharing glances with seonghwa who stood with an emotionless face.
βif this happens again,β he takes a step forward and you swallow. βi wonβt be as nice as i am.β
you nod shakily, βi-it wonβt happen again!β
βseonghwa.β
βyes, sir.β
βfind out who those wannabes were,β he nods, βand prepare a lesson of defense for y/n, use the back grounds.β
seonghwa immediately bows, βiβll prepare one right away.β
βand you,β you straighten up, eyes blinking repeatedly at your dad who shakes his head. βi donβt want a single scar on you, weβll host a gala soon. do not cause trouble, understood?β
you look down and nod, βyes, dad.β
hearing the footsteps fade away, you finally lift your head to look towards seonghwa. who stood with his hands behind his back, eyes straight and in a well fitted tux.
βmaβam.β
βwhyβd you lie?β you ask, hearing your voice echo the four walls. taking small steps on the carpet you walk closer to him, stopping as the only thing dividing you from him was the couch.
he stays still as if he heard nothing, so you ask him again. βwhy did you lie, seonghwa?β
he fidgets slightly before looking over his shoulder and then back at you, βiβm your best friend, isnβt that, right?β hesitance in his stance and tone.
you pause to take in what he said then bream out into a grin that makes your eyes curl into crescents. βi knew!β you gasp, βi could trust you!β you yell but heβs quick to put a finger on his lips to shush you.
jumping in your spot you swiftly lift your leg on the couch, lifting yourself up to wrap your arms around seonghwaβs shoulder and pulling him into an embrace. βyouβre the bestest friend seonghwa!β
he stiffens up at the touch, eyes widened slightly and chest pounding.
βif i was your boss,β you pull back, not looking at his expression before announcing loudly while snapping your fingers. βimmediate pay raise!β
βyou are my boss.β
your hands then land on his shoulder, patting them as you held an expression of dramatic admiration. βi knew i could trust you,β you pat his shoulders before standing straight.
βnowβ¦i will be busy for the next two hours and you can-β you swiftly glance at the clock before looking back at him. β-have a break!β
but before you can move, fidget or maybe even breathe properly seonghwaβs hand comes to grab your wrist, gently but firmly.
βwhere do you think youβre going?β you stop, looking around the room before staring at your wrist before looking at his unmoving figure.
βme and kai,β you begin, βproject.β
he leans his free hand on the couch, leaning in until his face is right in-front of yours. βyour project can wait; your father gave you something else to do.β
you squint your eyes, lifting your other hand up to his face. where you extend your forefinger out and poke it in the middle of his black glasses, pulling them down just a little to reveal his eyes.
βno.β
he smiles, not the nice kind. βor do you want me to call your father?β
you shake your head, narrowing your eyes even more as you suck in a breath. βyou wouldnβt.β
he smirks, βoh i would, and i donβt think heβd like that very much, would he?β his smirk expands more, knowing he hit a mark he pushes his glasses back on before leaning back to his straighter stance.
letting go of your hand, he uses the same hand he held you by to point towards your right. βnow,β he says, a muse to his tone. βoff we go to your first lesson.β
βseonghwa,β you sing.
βseong! hwa!β
βhwa!β
βseong-seo-β
βif you think this will distract me from letting you go,β seonghwa turns around, eyeing your frowning face. βthen youβre absolutely wrong.β
βweβre going to the quarters and youβre doing the training,β he bends at his waist and tilts his head, eyeing you as if expecting a yes.
βfine.β you grumble out, making a distasteful expression before following him inside the bodyguard quarters he mentioned the other day. stomping behind him purposely so heβd hear but he turns a blind eye to it.
in fact, he pays no attention to your whining about not wanting to train while putting out some bogus explanations which he does not buy one bit until youβre both inside the quarters.
which to your surprise look nothing like what you had imagined, you thought itβd perhaps be dark and cold and dull but itβs quiteβ¦the same as your place. straight out of a magazine quite literally, your eyes fall over the lobby where couches were planted as if they were delivered just yesterday.
βdo you guys even use the couches?β you ask, seeing how thereβs not a bump or a trace of a body sitting on the couch. βor..anything here at all?β
he looks over his shoulder before shrugging, βwe only use it if the police ever come,β you hum. βotherwise, this is just a set. wait till you see the backside, thatβs the one we really use.β
you nod, mindlessly following behind him while your eyes wander over each corner. as you walk in further with him, the hallway gets darker and darker. from the bourgeoise 90βs lobby to an almost underground ring type area.
you wouldβve mistaken it as a professional underground ring, with the boxing rings to your left and equipment with a suspicious number of doors to your right it feels like a movie set.
you had never been exposed to this side of your dadβs business though you knew everything about it, seeing it in person makes a chill run down your body. feeling unsettled at hearing live echoes and yells coming from the boxing rings.
which is why you stick close to seonghwa, looking over his shoulder as you walked. βis this place, okay?β
he nods without looking at you and you glance over at other guards bowing at you, you smiled awkwardly and waved your hands asking them to stop non-verbally.
βyou canβt tell them they donβt have to bow,β you whisper to seonghwa, and he chuckles quietly.
βyouβre the boss daughter, our heir.β he suddenly stops to look back and you stare right back at him. βwe bow to you because we respect you.β
βbut like,β you look around and huddle closer. βwhat if i donβt want it?β
he raises his eyebrows at that, staring at you with narrowed eyes. βrespect? you donβt want the respect?β
you click your tongue, βno!β and then point at everyone who still are bowing. βlike bowing, makes me feel older heh,β you grin, and he scoffs.
without saying anything further, he steps to the right before opening a door. standing back before asking you to go in but you stop. βarenβt you the bodyguard? you go firs-β
he cuts you off by walking in and you follow right behind and closing the door, βdonβt look at anyone, donβt talk to anyone. keep following me.β
βwhy not?β you question, a sheepish smile on your face because you know it annoyed him.
βbecause youβll get distracted.β he turns around and youβre already a few steps behind him, eyeing the poster pinned to the wall with your hands behind your back and bending at your waist.
βmaβam.β he calls out with a sigh, and you turn your head to him, βmaβam, weβl-β
βmaβam who?!β
βfuck,β seonghwa whispers at the way your eyes widen at the new voice that yelled.
βwho was that?β
βno one, letβs get into the room qui-β
βnot so fast!β seonghwa sees your eyes move from him to behind him and he instantly regrets it. cursing under his breath he turns around to see a group he specifically wanted you to ignore.
βoh. my. god, seonghwa!β you walk closer towards him but itβs almost like he knew you were, he held his hand up behind him to stop you.
βwhy are you at work this early?β you frown, taking small steps towards him.
βboss called me in,β you hear him say, βnow leave the room, iβve got some work to-β
but before he can finish his sentence, heβs shoved off to the side revealing three men standing with their eyes widened.
βoh.β
you blink and they blink, on sync.
you take a step forward; they take one back.
βhi,β your voice dropping to a whisper, raising your hand, and doing a little wave while seonghwa gets his balance back only to be shoved back.
βyouβre the bossβs daughter!?β
you nod, shakily and in a split second the three men are bowing at you. you chuckle awkwardly before looking at seonghwa who rubs his forehead and sighs.
βoh my god,β the light-purple haired man begins to walk to you but not before seonghwa holds him back by the collars. βh-hey!β
βi told you wooyoung, donβt.β
βwhy not!β you beamed, βhi wooyoung, iβm y/n its very nice to meet yo-β
βshe said my name,β and wooyoung collapses onto the rest two.
βh-hi, iβm yeosang,β the blond man pointed at himself, and you smiled, and then he points at the one with cerulean haired man. βand heβs hongjoong.β
hongjoong whoβs eyes widen at the introduction immediately holds wooyoung up, βwe are very grateful to serve you.β and bow in a sync, at the perfect height.
you look at seonghwa who raises his eyebrow at you and then at the trio, βitβs nice to meet you too and please-β
βshe said please,β
βwooyoung.β seonghwa hissed, voice low and demanding and it made you swallow.
βsorry, sorry!β
βhi y/n?β wooyoung steps forward extending his hand out for you to take. βcan we call you that?β
you take his hand and shake it, βof course you can!β
βshe shook my hand, oh my gosh.β
βthatβs it.β seonghwa swoops in to pull wooyoung back and motioning for you to join him inside, never putting a hand on you. Β
the trio stood in a line as you walked past them with a grin, they all returned, especially wooyoung who you seem to fancy.
once the doorβs closed behind you, youβre welcomed to a semi-broken-down core of a practice area. boxing equipment laying around with faded colours of red and blue gloves as well as dumbbells that were a funky neon green.
βyour friends are nice.β
βdonβt like them too much.β he mutters, and you look back at the door, βdonβt befriend them either.β
βwhy-β
he looks back and you stop midway, βtraining?β
you blink and nod, not pressing anything further seeing his expression. βyeah.β
βhit once on the side.β
βlike that?β
βno.β
you sigh, letting your shoulders slump and you turn to look at him. youβve been doing this for an hour and a half straight, youβre sure its lunch time but you donβt dare remind him. especially when heβs got that frown stuck on his face since the very beginning.
tux off and only in a white shirt whose sleeves are rolled to his elbows, heβs been constantly demanding you to punch or kick a certain way. even if itβs correct, he asks you to do it his way because-
βitβs my way or the highway here.β
and youβd use the dad card on him.
βwait till dad finds out about this.β
to which he smugly replies to, βhm, he wonβt come to save you.β
which true, and you hated how aggravating it was.
you had to do this class repeatedly as your dad warned you off the dangers, that were currently ongoing the world you lived in, where you were an easy target.
βdo five more sets and weβll call it a break.β your eyes must be glimmering for seonghwa to take note off and shake his head, coming to walk behind the long red coloured punching bag.
gripping his slim fingers around it he looks at you and then nods, βfive more.β and if it werenβt for your brain to be completely blinded by the idea of not doing this anymore, you wouldβve noticed the way seonghwa looked at you.
or more how you looked at seonghwa, with that white shirt rolled to his elbows, how could you not ogle him up and down? not only does it make you smirk in between the lessons but also makes you want to slow time down even more than it already was. Β
when he taps the bag, you snap back to reality and nod, bringing your gloved clad hands up to your chest. standing in the way heβs taught you (for ten minutes) before throwing a punch at the bag, which makes it jiggle back.
βagain,β seonghwa sighs, the disappointed look on his face making you clench your fists tighter. βhit it right where my hand is.β
and you do, hit it where he told you but heβs just not happy. with the way his face remains the same, where his eyebrows are scrunched together with a tick in his jaw.
even if you wanted to say something, you stopped yourself before throwing a punch again. but this time his lips leave a small βtchβ sound that makes you grow irritated.
βwhat is it?β you finally ask, hands on your waist and weight on your one foot. βis it the way iβm not hitting to your satisfaction?β
βexactly that.β he responds, walking around the bag before coming to stand in front of you. hands crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face, βi want you to copy what iβm asking you to.β
βbut i am doing what you asked me to!β
he sighs, running a hand through his black hair while you stood with an eyebrow raised. he glanced at you and then shakes his head slightly, βwatch how i do it and then repeat, okay?β
before he turns around, looking at you to make sure youβre watching before standing in his position. fists to his chest, eyes narrowed and be throws a punch thatβs so loud that the hit echoes the entire room twice.
you stare at him blankly, hands by your aide and eyes blinking repeatedly as he hits the bag one more time and your jaw drops. a slow motion of him punching the bag replays in front of your eyes repeatedly until he snaps his finger at you and asks you to stand properly.
but again, you donβt even stand properly to his level that he comes to stand behind you. you feel his towering front to your back, with the warmth and the slight smell of perfume and the mix of sweat. Β
his breath now fanning down your neck and you swallow, βnow what?β you say, voice turning into a whisper automatically as your heartbeat begins to ring in your ear.
he raises his hands to your waist, hovering his hands beside it and never not touching it. thatβs before he inhales sharply and quietly asks, βcan i hold onto you?β his low tone making you shiver.
you swallow before nodding and then you feel his larger hands come to settle on the either side of you. you inhale sharply as he holds your hips gently and moves you into the correct position then when you thought it was over, his hands lift to hold into your forearms.
βiβll guide you,β he mumbles before clearing his throat and you nod. βwatch and learn.β
he then moves his hand the way he would punch, with every action his chest hits your back and your heartbeat skips beats. he does the same in silence a few more times before stepping back, βtry it yourself.β
and you do, swallowing first and then hitting the punching bag with the exact amount of force seonghwa wants. and if it were not for him to stand behind you, you wouldβve definitely seen the corner of his lip perking up into a smirk before he finally dismisses you.
with a loud exhale you plop onto the ground with a noise that he smiles at, staring you down while he stands beside you. βi think i liked the heels better for defense, donβt you think?β
he snorts, placing his hands in his pocket before bending at his waist. βif youβre okay with destroying your jimmy cho-β
βnever mind.β you glare, a small pout forming on your lips, and you look the other way. body laying like a starfish that he canβt help but find endearing but before he thinks into it more, he excuses himself to walk out.
you lift your head up on your elbow and watch him leave, one eyebrow raised and lips forming into an βoβ as if youβd whistle while staring at his brooding back and broad shoulders.
once the doorβs closed you find yourself looking at the lord and new posters stuck on each other on the walls, some ripped while others faded with years.
you let out a sigh of relief for the first time since you walked in here, with the tension between you and seonghwa, the lingering hot stares, the subtly touches over the span of months youβve been with him has you waking up at nights.
at first maybe you thought it was some weird crush you had on him, which got brutally debunked by your friend kai. who you texted and called during the nights, where heβd yell at you for waking him up and then give you the sweetest advice the other second.
βkai, what if he doesnβt like me back?β
βyou gotta ask him that yourself,β youβd hear him yawn, βthereβs a lot of reasons for him to say no even if he likes you, yβknow?β
βlike what?β
βyour godamn father.β
right.
because you canβt do anything in this house if you donβt have his permission. thatβs how it has been growing up, aside from the luxurious provided to you (which you were grateful for), you were never allowed to hang out with anyone at your school or outside.
the only person your dad trusted (borderline not) was kai, other than that, you were sheltered and deprived of the interaction you wanted. to date, to smoke perhaps or do things your once teenager heart wanted.
which now meant, feeling your heartbeat skip or beat way too much when youβre around seonghwa or have butterflies in your stomach when heβd do the slightest of actions to make sure youβre safe.
whether it be him giving you his number so that heβd be able to join you in your next sneak out where he breaks his forefront with you. chugging down soda drinks or heavily spiced noodles to eating flavored ice cones where your tongues would get colored.
so that βcrushβ isnβt exactly a crush anymore, as much as you hoped it didnβt progress mu-
βy/n?β
you snap out into reality when you hear your name but want to fall back into it when you realize his face is right in front of yours.
βhi,β you whisper and watch his lips twist into a smile.
βhi y/n,β his voice suddenly falls deaf on your ears, βletβs practice again, okay?β
youβre blinking again and again, and he watches with a smile before snapping his fingers in front of your face, βy-yeah, practice, letβs do that.β
βare you okay?β he asks, eyeing your widened eyes with soft eyes. he leans in closer, close enough for his nose to be just, just touch yours. βyouβre breathing quite heavily.β
βiβm good!β you stand up suddenly, looking everywhere but him. βwe, uh, we should get back to practice!β
which went awfully if it meant you staring at seonghwa half the time and blanking out. every minute you spend with him just confirms kaiβs accusations at you about how you liked seonghwa.
and if it werenβt for him to be so damn close to you all the time, maybe you wouldnβt have felt this way. but now, you arenβt even paying attention to what heβs saying. just being aware of him beside you, his hands lifting to point and suddenly your attention goes to that.
the more you followed his hands, the sooner you realize thereβs something burning at your elbow. which takes you a second to realize and when you do, youβre hissing in pain loudly.
loud enough for him to immediately hold the punching bag straight, hurriedly reach for your arm gently and asking, βare you alright?β he soft checks your arm as you twist your face into one of intense pain.
βiβ¦canβt move my arm.β
βi told you to pay attention! look at you now, youβre all hurt!β
you donβt register the next few moments, because one second, he's yelling at you about how youβre hurt and not paying attention. the other heβs sat you down, kneeling in front of you while wrapping a bandage around your elbow.
βyou have to start being careful y/n.β
you hum, staring at his face thatβs full of worry and it makes your insides do summersaults.
βbut then whoβd do this for me?β
he canβt help but breathe through his nose at that, biting back a smile before he swaps it back to his frowning face. βow!β
he sighs audibly, staring at your elbow thatβs wrapped in white before looking at you in the eye.
βletβs call it a day then hm?β he mumbles, and you nod slowly, he then reaches beside him to pull out a towel that he lifts up to your face and wipes the sweat off.
βhey seonghwa,β you whisper, loud enough for him to hear and hum an answer. ββ¦you need to stop doing this,β
his eyes flicker to you as he continues to pat away at your face, βstop doing what?β
βplaying with my heart like that.β
βy/n, no.β
βhwa, yes.β
βno!β
you look at him with a deadpan, raising an eyebrow and folding your arms over your chest.
you, seonghwa and the trio whoβs currently yelling really loudly behind you two came to the store, right before the gala. more like you forcing them all to get out and look good for the gala even if they all said no, you knew they wanted to go.
and curse that stupid rule of bodyguards not being family, you were inviting them, nonetheless. a little scolding from your dad wasnβt something you minded, so even after their βattemptsβ to stop you, you were successful in getting them all out to the store.
and currently, unsuccessful in getting seonghwa to try an outfit.
βyes!β you whisper loudly, shoving a blazer towards seonghwa and pushing him in the changing rooms.
βy/n, i canβt be wearing this!β he argues back, looking left and right in the rather empty changing room hallways. β..and we canβt be seen like this!β
βlike what?β you ask with a playful smile before taking a step closer to him, in the slim hallways. βlike this?β you raise your hand and place it on his forearm. βor like this?β
he swallows before looking away towards the end, βyour dadβs men are here, if they see us like this weβd be in big trouble.β
you look to where heβs looking, narrowing your eyes to look for anyone but thereβs not a soul standing there. with a roll of your eyes, βiβm not kidding,β he lowers his voice to a whisper, βy/n!β
βfine then, my dadβs men are here, right?β you move to the side and open the changing room doors, βthen letβs give them a show.β
panic immediately rushes to his face as you push him inside the changing rooms, to the point his back is up against the mirror. βm-maβam we can be fo-β
β-you talk so much, donβt you?β you say, eyebrows knitting together. βnow wear this and come out,β before he opens his mouth you continue again. βthis is an order.β
you lean your face closer to his, close enough that you can smell his perfume and it makes your stomach churn. his eyes now wide and staring at you, blinking repeatedly while you search his face.
taking your time to marvel at his face, a small smirk appears on your lips that he finds himself looking at. your glittered lips, courtesy to that lip-gloss he asked to carry in his pocket looking at him with a pout.
βy-y/n.β
your eyes flicker to his, a hint of tease in your eyes you raise your brow slightly. and without a single thought behind your eyes or your mind, you end up blurting something that shows instant regret on your face.
βare you married?β
βwhat?β his face drops and you curse under your breath.
βno like,β you bite down on your lips, βi justβ¦canβt be seen romancing a taken man, you know, my reputation and all?β you blink.
he laughs, a loud laugh that has you stopping in your tracks to look at him. his head falls on you, forehead leaning on your shoulder as his shoulders shake while laughing and you stay still.
with blood shooting up to your cheeks, a shy smile on your face he looks up. βno,β
βno what?β you ask, paying no attention to the way he looks at you because youβre so lost in the way your heartbeat rings in your ear.
βiβm not married.β he mumbles, taking a step forward and you take one back until youβre standing outside the changing rooms.
βsingle.β he clicks his tongue and with a wink closes the curtains on you.
you stay still for a few seconds, just staring at the curtain until your lips twist into a smile, the one where you bite down on your lower lip.
you then turn around, the smile still on your face and stomach fluttering with butterflies before your eyes set on where seonghwa was pointing at.
βyour dadβs men are here!β
the smile you had is quickly replaced by a small frown, fishing your phone out you text you dad wondering just what the fuck is he doing sending his private men when you have your bodyguards with you.
y/n, 2:35pm
dad did you send
someone to keep an
eye on me?
y/n, 2:37pm
i see the seen receipts
u can respond
dad, 2:40pm
come home and we will talk.
with an annoyed sigh you put your phone back in your pocket and then turn around just in time for seonghwa to pull open the curtains.
βoh,β you whisper, standing frozen with your hand still at your back pocket and eyes widening as you look at him up and down.
βhow is it?β he asks, fiddling with the cuffs as he straightens the fabric down.
βgoodβ¦β you mumble, your eyes doing that thing where you look at him up and down slowly as if to save the image in your mind. βgreat actuallyβ¦y-yeah,β you nod repeatedly before looking away to whisper an βoh my gosh.β
βis the colour good?β he asks, completely and utterly oblivious to the way youβre staring at him and if he were to notice he didnβt mention anything. βdonβt you think youβre spending too much?β
and how can you not look at him, men in tuxedoβs were always your weakness but what was even worse was when they looked so good in it. βgosh,β you whisper to yourself as you look away and internally yell at yourself to get it together.
βweβll get this one!β you nod repeatedly, eyes away from him and turning around to walk to the cashier
βy/n, in no way youβre paying.β you grin hearing the four repeat the same thing to you repeatedly.
seonghwa then comes to stand right behind you causing you to look up at him, βyes?β
βy/n, this all is really expensive-β he looks at the faces of the rest, βwe couldβve just gotten the suits from the nearby shop.β
βbut i donβt like the fabric they have there.β you retort back with a growing smile; you then Β raise your hand to pat his shoulder. βso donβt worry.β
when you turn around to tap your card, you donβt look at the total cost that is until seonghwa decides to angrily whisper in your ear.
βfour full suits,β he grits as he looks at the price. βthatβs almost 30k!β
βreally?β you gasp as you look at the design on your card, void of any surprise.
he nods, βi told you we shouldnβt-β
β-i thought it was expensive.β
you look over your shoulder to watch his face drop with a soft smile before tapping the card, hearing the beep and picking your bags up.
βwhere to next?β you turn to look at them, blinking twice. βfood?β
βn-no!β
βthis is where youβre meeting your friend?β seonghwa asks from beside you and you turn to him with a grin that he squints his eyes at.
βwhat friend?β
he looks in front of him when you nod, a strange looking diner with broken neon lights and a welcome sign full of rust.
βitβs a sweet little diner!β
he thinks itβs anything but sweet, in fact, it looks terrifying and in an extremely sketchy area where the only people visible are older ladies that resemble babushkas.
heβs glad he has his gun right up in inner his chest pocket, ready to pull it out whenever he sees anyone except you glare at him to put it back.
βtable for three please!β he hears you ask the lady inside, who gives him a good look before looking back at you.
his eyes look all around at the wallpaper that heβs sure he can find at his grandmaβs place.
βthereβs only table for two left,β the raspy, deep, and scratchy voice of hers tickles your ears.
itβs then when seonghwa leans near your ear, βmaβam, this place seems way too sketchy-β he glances at the lady glaring at him. βi-i donβt think we should stay he-β
βweβll take that one then!β
the lady in front hums with disdain, βmarried?β she asks, writing something up in her old rust colored diary.
both of you stop blink and exhale on sync.
"no.β he answers.
βyes.β you answer, giving him a look and a tight-lipped smile. βonly recently actually! right honey?β you exclaim, holding his forearm and leaning on him that makes him stop in his tracks.
seonghwa stares at you with wide eyes, ready to explain to you how this is not right but your glare has him nodding.
βthatβs right!β you kick his shin, βb-baby!β
you smile, eyes curling into upwards crescents as the lady nods. βokay, you can go in.β
once youβre sat, you wiggle your eyebrows at an emotionless seonghwa. leaning forward to pat his shoulder, βhow are you honey?β you tease, βdo you need water?β
βy/n.β
βwhat?β you ask, hiding back a smile when the waitress (aka the lady in the front) walks by you two with menus. βloosen up hwa!β
βthis is a really stupid idea.β
you shake your head and click your tongue, βnot an idea,β you correct him. βbut a date.β Β
that seems to set him off, βy/n if anyone sees us here, we-β
βi bet you canβt even order.β you interrupt him.
he frowns, βyes i can.β
you lift an eyebrow up, βyeah?β he nods, and you raise your hand to call over the waitress. βdo it then.β
he gives you a look when he realizes what youβre doing and shakes his head, sighing as the waitress comes over, chewing her gum obnoxiously. βcan we have two plates of pasta?β
βthereβs like thirteen choices of pasta in our menu,β the waitress retorts back and you bite back a laugh. βchose one mister, make our lives easier.β
his gaze flickers to yours for a brief moment to see you cupping your mouth, βokay..β he sighs, βtwo plates of carbonara-β
βthatβs not on the menu.β
you choke on the water you had been drinking and heat him sigh out loudly, βjustβ¦just give us your best dish.β
βyou want it as a pasta?β
βyes!β you answer instead of him, βjust please bring us anything, weβre really hungry!β
βyou guys are weird.β she says, and you nod.
βlook whoβs talking,β seonghwa mumbles, a bit too loudly, wanting a glare from the waitress and a snort from you.
βwhere have you dragged me y/n.β
βto fun.β you answer, leaning back while shooting him a finger gun.
fun was surely delivered, especially when the waitress accidentally dropped the sauce on seonghwaβs sleeves and mumbled a βdeserved it.β
or maybe how you two were left utterly surprised at how good the dish was, both your eyes widening dramatically. mumbling how good it was and how he underestimated and judged it before he had anything from here.
and the fun only exceeding when in the middle of your dinner date, the restaurant seemed to play some music that worked like crack on you two. you standing up mid-way of drinking a cola and joining the five others dancing in the middle.
the five others being, two staff members, one chef and another customer.
while seonghwa sat and ate his pasta, watching you from his seat with a smirk. eyes on your every move and it felt like the time had slowed down for him, the restaurants dark nature and red and yellow lights framed you perfectly in his eyes.
he couldnβt take his eyes off of you, seeing how youβd bite your lips and how your hands were in the air while you tried to mumble along the song.
he didnβt realize how long he had been looking at you that he didnβt notice you calling out for him, which he did shook his head at first but joined, nevertheless.
surpassing you by shaking his hips and leaving the others wide mouthed, all while his hands were on your waist, as if reminding everyone to not mess with you while you moved along the beat. he looked like the terrifyingly handsome man who was possessive over you, you liked that agenda.
before you two left, the waitress brought over a box of rings which made you squeal. βchoose one for yourselves!β and then she explained how it was a side business and you immediately chose two.
One black and the other purple, simply because the two had the same design just different colors. One for seonghwa and the other for you.
βyou two should put it on here!β the waitress said, ushering the two of you to exchange rings in the middle of the restaurants
which seonghwa surprised you with, gently holding your hand and slipping the ring on your forefinger while you smiled teasingly before doing the same.
When two of you left, it rained heavily. With no sign of a store nearby to grab an umbrella, you decided why not walk under the rain.
βy/n, youβre gonna get sick!β
βitβs worth it!β you yell back, twirling in the rain while he watched you from afar. though following you anyway, with a permanent smile on his face.
he thinks itβs the most heβs ever smiled, and it happened to be when heβs with you.
and then hears you sniffle, drenched from top to bottom yet a smile never left your lips. βcold?β he asked, and you nod, and then he removed his long warm coat to drape around your shoulders. βgood?β
βgreat.β you answered, heart skipping a beat.
and if he thought you two would call it a day there, he was wrong. because you dragged him into a photo booth to take pictures, one where he stands stuff as a guard and their others where you forced him to make at least one face.
βput up a peace sign at least!β you whined your which he smiled at and did as you told, copying you and taking the pictures you wanted.
where in one you had your hands on his shoulder in the cramped booth, the two of you pushed up against one other. eyes staring into each otherβs eyes while your breaths mingled, and if one move, heβd end up kissing you. and itβs not like you minded, noticing his blushing face whenever you were remotely two inches away from his face, you found it endearing.
and then you took him to a playground, thankfully which was near his place. challenging him for a round of basketball to which he shook his head at, βwe should go back home now, y/n, itβs almost ten-β
βjust one round.β you asked, holding up one finger with shiny eyes and he couldnβt help but nod.
though he beat you in every single round that was definitely more than one, you yelled at him to either βstop cheating!β followed by a gasp or a βi was too easy on you!β or βi let you win!β to which heβd teasingly nod his head at.
and now you two stood in front of his apartment door, βi asked boss if you could stay the night, he said only if youβre back early morning.β
you turn to him, βi donβt wake up before ten by the way!β and push open the door while he stands with his shoulders slumped before joining you inside and keeping a distance.
βsorry, my house isnβt as big as yours.β he says, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed.
βi kind of donβt care?β you say, looking around his small living room with a smile. βnow whereβs the bathroom?"
he points to the right and you say a thank you before scurrying towards it, leaving him standing alone by the door with his hands in his pocket.
a sigh leaves his lips as he begins to take his coat off, the one that now smelled like you. but before he has the chance to hang it up, his hand rummages through the pocket to find a strip of photos you two took.
a smile forms one his lips unknowingly, staring at the strip where your lips made a pout and he tried to copy it or where you held up a peace sign and his eyes were on you.
he couldnβt recognize the stare he was giving you, but he knows itβs something he shouldnβt dwell on further, knowing itβs against the rules given to him.
βyou think heβd like this?β you ask, tapping your feet on the gravel repeatedly while looking at kai through the car window.
βyou bought him the entire store,β he snaps his hand, βwhat makes you think he wouldnβt?β
you sigh and nod, leaning over the window and tapping the dashboard. βcan you bring what i asked you in a while? iβll text you okay?β
βgot it,β he nods, pushing his glasses down, winking and raising his fist in the air.
with a smile, you grab the bags (in the hand that doesnβt hurt) from the backseat and take a quick look at the dark, cloudy sky and you know itβs about to rain.
βif i donβt text you,β you say, fishing your phone out to see the messages being sent in by hongjoong. βthat means he said no.β
he nods and you turn around, holding the big bag in your right hand as kai drives his car out the driveway before you make your way inside the bodyguard quarters. hiding from the cameras you know your dad would be able to watch and youβd be done for.
the second youβre inside, a whole line of bodyguards stand at the lobby waiting for you with a grin. they bow in sync, and you stop them mid-way, βy-you donβt need to bow please!β
they all smile, and you return it awkwardly before asking where seonghwa was, and at the mention of him they all stand up straight. gulp and then point towards the left in unison.
you hold back a snort before nodding and running down the hallway, a soft smile on your face and a bag hidden behind your back. you walk, jog, run whatever down the hall until youβre standing in front of the room where hongjoong said seonghwa would be at.
with a long and shaky inhale, you lift your hand to wrap around the doorknob. but before that you press your ear up against the door, feeling your heartbeat increase with each punch you hear from the inside.
swallowing the lump down your throat, you twist the door open and step inside quietly. closing the door behind you, youβre welcomed to a dark room.
where in the middle shone a bright light, where you hear loud punches being thrown at a punching bag and you immediately know itβs seonghwa.
from the rough breathing and the groans, your insides coil up as you slowly step towards the light. and when you do, youβre able to see the back of seonghwa though the netted wall. he wears a black tank top, and your eyes canβt help but rake at his broad back muscles flexing with every movement he does.
with a small smile you begin to walk towards him, hoping he wonβt notice you right away. you watch the way his hands move skillfully, how he stands in one place het completely demolishes the bag with a single punch.
his hair over his eyes, arms shining with sweat and jaw clenched you couldnβt help but feel your knees grow weak. Β
his hand threw a loud punch at the bag, sweating and grunting with each movement before he finally stops. letting out a loud sigh and unwraps the white bandages around his fists, stretching his shoulders while heβs at it.
then he throws the bandages on the floor and turns around only to stop, βy/n?β he squeaks, eyes looking at you up and down as you walk in holding cake with a candle lit up in the middle.
βw-what are you doing he-β
βhappy birthday mr bodyguard!β he hears you squeal as you walk closer to him holding the cake that he finally gets a full view of you as you come under the light singing the birthday song.
βhappy birthday hwa.β you whisper, and his eyes grow wide and shiny and glassy. you walk closer with a growing soft smile, carefully reaching out to grab his wrist. βcome sit first.β
βy/n..β he mumbles, and you smile, placing the cake box on the floor as you take a seat on the ground. βwhoβ¦who told you?β
βhongjoong,β you respond, pushing the cake his way with a smile that he canβt help but want to see every day. βnow, blow the candles!β
βyou didnβt have to do this y/n,β
βwho was going to then?β you raise an eyebrow, βthey all told me you never celebrate your birthday, because youβre so stubborn and bossy and angry-β
he cuts you off with a deep laugh that makes butterflies gather in your stomach, βdid they really tell you that?β
you shake your head, βno, just my observations.β he smirks, βi got a keen eye you know?β
βhm?β he teases before you push the cake his way, he grabs the plastic knife from your hand and leans forward.
βi havenβt formally celebrated my birthday in years.β he whispers, and you smile a little, βthank you."
hovering his face over the cake, he looks at you with a soft look and reaches for your hand gently. βdo it with me.β
you frown, βno, itβs your birthday silly!β
he hears nothing but motions for you to come closer and you do, on a count of three the two of you blow the candle at the same time while he still holds your hand, occasionally rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.
βhappy birthday seonghwa!β you say once again, sheepishly bringing a small confetti popper out and popping it.
you expect it to rain confetti with a pop all over but all you get is seonghwa throwing his head back laughing, while all the confettiβs laying in your lap. you popped it the wrong way.
you bite your lower lip before gathering them in your hand and throwing the confetti in the air, itβs right then when time falls slow for him.
he watches the way colorful confetti fills the air and how your eyes glow at the sight of it, a smile one your face and it feels like you were the epitome of light for him.
a pot of honey, or an orb of light or what he hears people in movies call a euphoric feeling.
βthank you,β
itβs all heβs able to say because heβs so fixated on your tinted lips curling into never ending smile that makes his heartbeat ring in his ear. Β
the more he looks at you, he feels like heβs in some clichΓ© hallmark movie that wooyoung forces him to watch to experience affection.
he thinks heβs experiencing affection right now and he wishes wooyoung was with him but the other part of him wished he didnβt have him there, not because of his teasing but because he wanted this moment to himself.
where you feed him a piece of cake with a cherry on top, accidentally brushing your fingertips to his lips for a quick second to you sitting by him with a polaroid camera in front of him. Β
the camera youβre barely able to hold properly because of your elbow, which he supports by holding the other side of the camera.
βsay cheese!β
he doesnβt, but smiles either way which makes you snort and take the picture anyway. one where he holds the cake and the other where heβs midway of eating it, where his cheeks are full, and eyes are wide and shiny.
and as youβre about to move away, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you close. close enough for you to be right in front of his face, tips of your noses touch. βwhere do you think youβre going?β
βnowhere.β you whisper, shakily. eyes on him but they keep flickering down to his lips.
βtake a picture with me then,β he asks, searching your face as the light highlights it. the dark room where only you two are in, it feels as if youβre in the sets of the greatest showman. ββ¦because i want to have a memory of you.β
βwell, itβs not like iβm going anywhere,β you say cheekily and his smile falters for a second, but before you notice he shakes his head. βiβm still here, but! since iβm really nice weβll take one.β
with that you sit by him, a little distance between you two that he notices and snakes his arm around your waist to pull you in closer.
βgood?β he whispers down your neck, low and raspy that it sends a shiver down your body.
βgood.β you whisper back, looking at the camera before lifting it up, barely, with your arm that is until he takes it from your hands and holds it in his.
he moves closer till your shoulder hitβs his chest and his chin is rests on top of your head, the action alone makes you want to curl in closer but itβs the thoughts in your head that stop you.
which to be fair, your thoughts are never ones that wonβt end up on your tongue. which is exactly what happening in the next few moments that seem like the most aggravatingly slow moments.
βi like you.β
he snaps the picture.
you feel him stiffen up beside you and you closer your eyes, biting your lips and repeating youβre done for, youβre done for, youβre done for.
βi like you seonghwa.β you repeat and keep going until you know youβll be regretting it. βi have for a while nowβ¦.a-and i,β you clear your throat, βi couldnβt hold it anymore.β
βy/n..β
βi know! i know!β you quickly interrupt him, βyou just think of me as your boss and all, which yes, go you! butβ¦i know this sounds selfish but..β
βbut?β he whispers, feeling his breath fan down your neck and it only makes you bite your lips more.
βi kind of, not kind of! but i did fall for youβ¦it may sound selfish because you were just doing your job andβ¦β you swallow, feeling tears prickle at your eyes at this confession even if it sounds so stupid. ββ¦and iβm sorry for that but i really wanted you to be more than just my bodyguard.β
βi also know you wonβt agree to it!β you explain, and he listens to it while staring down at you. βwhich is your decision and i respect thatβ¦but i really wanted to tell you this before..before it became worse.β
βwhy?β
your heart thumps against your chest at the silence, heart dropping to your stomach and palms growing sweaty.
βyouβre comforting to be around,β you answer, looking down at your lap. βyou do the smallest things, and it drives me crazy, i thought i was crazy at firstβ¦but the more i spend my time with you.β
βi was convinced i started to like you more than i had previously,β a sigh leaves your lips, as you mind plays flashbacks. βevery time youβd walk by in that suit of yours,β you smack your forehead lightly at that. βgod, i didnβt know someone could be that attractive, with that angry face all the time.β
βso yesβ¦β you inhale sharply and make the mistake of looking at him, βi really do like you, not as a bodyguardβ¦but more than that, gosh this feels so stupid to say..β
before he gets to answer, youβre already up on your feet. looking anywhere but him, βi..you can take your time to think,β he watches you step back, βiβll be outside!β before you scurried away.
leaving a dumbfounded seonghwa with a small box in hand, a cake on the floor and a polaroid beside him.
βi like you.β
βshit.β he whispers to himself in the silence, fingers opening the box in his hands which reveals a wallet. his eyebrow furrow at that, βwallet?β
but then he remembers itβs the same one he was looking at the other day, where you two went out after your class and how you were asking him if he liked a certain item.
βshit, shit, shit.β
βi like you, more than just my bodyguard.β
he then runs a hand down his face, biting his lips as he pushes his hair back and looks down at the polaroid of you and him. he lifts his it up in his hands and stares at it.
a photo of you and him together, unlike all the photos heβs been in where youβre in the front beside your father and heβs in the far back.
your smile makes his lips curl into one, your cheek squished against his chest and his chin on your head, he sighs as he stares at it more.
βi did fall for you.β
he wished he felt surprised at what you had hold him, but on the inside he wasnβt. he felt like he knew it all along, how you felt and as the days went by andβ¦he couldnβt help but be attracted to you too.
from your bright, cheery, and teasing personality that, at first, got on his nerves but now he canβt get it out of his nerves because heβs grown to be very fond if you as well.
and he knows heβs fond of you especially if he gets called out by wooyoung and hongjoong in the hallways, whenever youβd walk last him and wink at him itβs like they knew and teased him about it.
so, he then finds himself looking at the door, biting the insides of his lower lip he stands up and as heβs about to walk out the door with a smirk on his face, he remembers your father.
and all the blood from his face drains.
how can he betray your father like that? his hands fall down the doorknob as his heartbeat thumps against his chest. how can he go against your fathersβ rules? and fall for you?
βi like you seonghwa.β
βdo not touch my daughter.β
βi like you seonghwaβ¦more than just my bodyguard.β
how can he betray the hand that feeds him?
but can he betray his own heart like that?
as seonghwa steps outside the back doors after getting looks of tease from the other guards, which he responds with a grim and stands by the front doors.
watching the rain fall and create mists all over, so much so that heβs barely able to see the back yard. he inhales before grabbing an umbrella, opening it with one hand while the other stays in his pocket where he had the picture of you two.
with only one thing in his mind, you.
at how heβs going to answer you, your dad and himself.
speaking of you, he sees you running towards him from the white mists in the dark night. at first, he squints his eyes to make sure it is you and not some newbie doing rounds around the place.
once youβre more visible to him, his heartbeat takes a sudden stride in speed as you run towards him, holding a bouquet of red flowers.
smiling brightly while youβre getting drenched in the rain, holding the bouquet to your chest as you step into puddles avoiding the rain.
and before he thinks ahead, he walks down the stairs. walking to you with an umbrella over his head, eyes stuck on you and hand holding the picture tightly.
you notice and run faster, breathing heavily. waving at him to which he just stares at you, and your smile falters.
a sinking feeling in your stomach grows as you come closer him, until finally youβre under the same umbrella as him.
βhi,β you breathe out, panting and clutching the bouquet in your wet hands.
he smiles a little, eyes flickering from your eyes to your hair thatβs all wet to your lips that make him clutch the umbrella tighter. βhi.β
βi brought this for you too,β you point at the flowers and look up, holding them out towards you.
he says nothing but watches the way the light from behind him shines on your face. a singular ray of light perfectly halving your face, leaving one side bright and the other darker.
ββ¦.and i assume your answer is a, no?β he hears you ask, tilting your head just a little.
βi like you.β
βi like you seonghwa.β
βmore than just a bodyguard.β
you smile a little, exhaling before nodding. βthatβs alright,β you squeak out despite the heavy feeling in your heart.
βi hope youβll be the perfect man for this job,β
βdonβt disappoint me park.β
βi like you seonghwa.β
ββ¦you can..just forget this ever h-β
but before youβre able to finish your sentence and say your prepared pre-break-up speech and him being able to articulate his thoughts. youβre cut off by seonghwa throwing the umbrella to the side and locking his lips with yours at a surprising pace.
you let out a squeal at the suddenness, but cave right in at his soft, plumpy and pillowy lips. your eyes fall shut slowly as a gasp of yours gets hushed by his lips that stay over yours for a second longer and then slowly start to move.
his arms sneak around your torso, pulling you in and the action alone makes your heart pound faster. he holds you impossibly closer, your hands falling flat against his chest as he balances you to him.
he pulls back shortly, resting his forehead on yours while his eyes are shut but his lips break out into a smile. the rain falls down on you two hard, but thatβs the least of your worries, neither that or the possible stares you two are getting from the windows or the cctv cameraβs.
βare youβ¦β
βyes.β he whispers, opening his eyes to look at yours. βi like you too.β
you chuckle, βi was going to ask if you were dating anyone.β
he snorts, nuzzling his forehead against yours. βwhy?β pecking at the skin under your eye.
βi donβt like to share.β
he breaks out into a toothy smile, and it tugs at your chest, blinking away the rain on your eyelashes. βfortunately, the perks of working under your dad is that i never dated.β
you nod with a raised eyebrow, βguess thatβll change now, huh?β
he smiles, βi guess so.β and does that thing with his eyebrows, in that teasing singing tone that makes you look away.
when you look up, your eyes stop at his lips and just the sight of them makes you throw your head back and laugh. βwhat is it?β he asks, lifting his hand from your waist to your upper back.
you then lift your hand to wipe your face with your sleeve before looking at him, and then hook your sleeve to your thumb and point at his lips. βmy lipsticks all on you silly.β
and as youβre about to swipe it off, he cuts you off in leaning in closer to kiss you all over again. but this time by deepening the kiss, a ray of butterflies fill your gut, and you wrap your arms around his neck.
the flowers long gone and now you two standing alone in the rain, umbrella on the ground beside seonghwa, flowers beside you and just the night falling on you two.
you feel him smile against your lips when you try to make a point about the flowers, βhey!β but he pays no attention and instead licks at lower lip, and you grant access by opening your mouth while smiling which he gladly takes and slips his tongue in.
your hands that rested on his neck now find playing with his hair, kissing him as passionately and intensely as he does. his hand travel down to behind your thighs, before he slightly lifts you off the ground, the sound of lips smacking against one another echoed slightly, but the rain overpowered it all.
the kiss is rhythmic, slow and stable at the same time. the one that makes your knees wobble and if it werenβt for him holding your waist, you probably- absolutely, wouldβve slid down.
when he pulls back, both of you are breathless. panting as a string of spit connects you two, he leans in again and kisses you the same way he did before.
lifting his hand cupping your cheeks and kissing your gently until you whisper his name, and he slowly pulls back, his hair covering his eyes while his swollen lips match yours.
βwe canβt let anyone find out about us.β you nod with a determined look.Β
βespecially my dad.β
βespecially your dad.β
you chuckle, nodding before your eyes travel behind him and you laugh once again.
βwooyoungβs-β
βwatching through the window, isnβt he?β he asks, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in his embrace.
you chuckle, looking behind him to see all of them pressed up against the window, cheeks and bodies all squished to get a look.
βmhm,β you smile, catching wooyoungβs wave with an overly impressed face. βheβs actually waving at you right now.β
βtell him he better run.β
with the way your gala was being prepared, you wouldβve thought it was some oscars. from dressβs to suits to decorations to gifts and to invites, it was all a mess.
and so were you and seonghwa.
a mess, trying to hide it all in front and behind your fathersβ sharp eyes.
you were sure you two would get caught in a matter of a few minutes, even seconds but were left utterly surprised when you realized it had been a little over a month since you two began your secret venture.
with holding hands under the tables and behind your backs, to sneakily escaping out at night to get your fair share of dates which one, were short but were worth it. any date or time you spent together only made you get to know him even better than before, which means you were in too deep for him.
it was evident on your face that you were so entranced by seonghwa, from having your elbow on the table and cupping your cheek while watching seonghwa explain something to your dad.
or watch him train the newbies, flipping them over in combat while wooyoung teased about seonghwa getting softer.
seonghwaβs usual βangry-young-manβ face was now switched to someone who couldnβt keep a smile off his face when you were in the room, which at times did get him in trouble.
βwhatβre you smiling at park?β
βn-nothing sir, just remembered a joke.β
which made you look away to hide a laugh, βoh? share it with us too.β
βdad!β
as for seonghwa, the teasingβs he gets every second were more than enough to get his feelings across. from getting shy to hiding his face in your shoulder whenever you tease him about it to doing an absolute 360 when the doors are closed.
so, you donβt know how a game of monopoly could lead into seonghwa hovering on top of you, thankfully, this time at his place.
βyouβre in a hurry,β you whisper, raising an eyebrow teasingly to which he smirks at.Β βcanβt guard me from you?β
βvery much so,β he whispers, closing the space between his lips and yours and pressing them together gently. βyou know sometimesβ¦you talk too much.β
βyeah?β you say against his lips, βthenβ¦make me go quiet.β
you feel him smile softly in between the kiss thatβs gone from sweet, slow, to faster but sensual. his hands slowly travel to yours, interlocking his fingers with yours he brings your hand above your head.
βi think,β he pulls back, forehead resting on yours and staring directly at you with a fond look. βi like you talking, especially right now.β
you hum playfully and he moves to place his lips on yours, lifting his other hand up to cup your cheek to deepen it. his warm lips melt over yours in an instant and it shoots butterflies in your stomach, squirming under him when he hums against your lips.
he pushes himself on you and your let out a muffled whimper, his tongue licks at your lips and his grasp on your wrist tightens. the sound of kissing echoes the room, and you grow impatient, lifting your head up to his to kiss back quicker, and more intenser.
he catches into that quick and whispers a βeasy.β in between the kisses and it makes you fall back, he finds purchase in sucking on your lower lip in particular, thatβs so soft that he lightly nibbles on it.
with a slight gasp that leaves you, he takes the chance to slip his tongue in. quickly exploring your mouth and you moan when he uses his teeth to nibble on your lower lip and it has you moaning and lifting your hips against him.
he nibbles and sucks and swirls his tongue over your lips, hands roaming everywhere and swollen, hot, swollen lips pecking every part of your face, neck and shoulders that makes you giggle as he does it repeatedly with a smile.
he sucks and bites and circles his tongue down your neck, sucking at a spot that has you hissing in pleasure. your hand still in his hold above your head while the other wraps around his shoulders.
when you two pull back, both of you are breathing heavily. panting his eyes looks at yours, and then down to your swollen lips. smirking he lays his lips over yours again, softly and it only lasts for a second before he pulls back.
βyou think weβll make it back to your place,β he mumbles lowly, caressing your cheek. βin a few?β his low tone sends a shiver down your spine, and you shudder.
βmy plan was to stay in actually.β you whisper back, your fingers pushing his hair back.
his hand that held your hand up, trails down to Β your waist, his fingertips dance over your clothed skin. you could feel the thudding of your loud heartbeat fastening, driving your knees weak when he looks at you with those sharp, and eyes that grew darker in a split second.
ββ¦as much as i want to,β he whispers, leaning down to peck your cheeks. βwe canβt.β
he hears you whine and leans down by your ear, βif we have time later on, and youβre not drunk-β
but youβre quick to shut up him by locking your lips with his, catching him off-guard. lifting yourself up and pushing him up by the shoulders, in a matter of seconds switching positions to seating as his back hits bedframe and you come to straddle his legs.
βin a hurry?β he whispers, a little out of breath and wide eyed, hands itching to hold onto the ends of your dress, it makes you rub your thighs together.
you smirk, βvery.β and take his hands to your hips, βdidnβt take you for someone whoβd be slow.β
βoh yeah?β he asks, bunching your dress up to your waist before he leans down, pressing himself over you and earning a low mewl from you. Β
βmhm,β you nod, hands lifting unbutton his shirt. βinto vanilla?β
he smirks, βiβm into many things,β he lifts you up and you take the chance to wrap your arms around his shoulders, closing in on the distance between you two.
βat once or alone?β you tease.
his fingers fiddle with the strap as of your dress and you unbutton his shirt, and he chucks it away somewhere on the floor. βwait and see.β
with a smile, you run your forefinger down his chest until it reaches the very end, you lean forward peck his lips and then slowly start to grind on him. his hands immediately fly to your hips as he keeps them in one place and gives you a stare, and then returns the kiss.
the glint of darkness in his eyes makes your insides curl as he pushes your dress strap down, hands on your waist and eyes on you he canβt help but throw his head back and groan.
and you canβt help but find it attractive, youβve been with people before whoβd rather suppress their voices than to let them out fully. so, seeing him do so turns you on even more, enough for you to take the initiative and strip yourself off the dress, tossing it somewhere in the room.
his eyes land on your chest before looking at you, his grip on your waist tightening as you smile and push your hair to the side. βfuck,β he swears under his breath, and you hide back a smile and begin to grind against him.
he leans in to kiss you once again and itβs as if he canβt seem to get enough of you, his hands go from your waist to your breast, and he squeeze at them lightly. earning bite on his lips from you, βgod damnit y/n,β he mumbles.
stopping everything to just look at you, from the way the little number of light shades over your face. how prettily your hair sits on your shoulders, how smooth your skin look and how beautiful it all feels to him. the stare in your eyes, playfully yet trusting and the bite you do to your lips that drives him crazy.
crazy enough that he pushes you back on the bed, earning a gasp from you when his lips Β attach to your neck and fingers go straight to your clit. Β
he smirks at the way you twitch, quickly capturing your lips again. not so sweetly this time as it gets messier, and faster as if heβs hungry along with his hard dick pressing in you, your hips arching to him as you begin to grind. lips never leaving the others, you two kept on going.
smiling and moaning in between the kisses, you pushing his hair back which makes him smile and squeeze your hips.
βseonghwa, p-please.β you say, his mouth moving down to your jaw to your neck and to your shoulders. knowing heβs leaving his mark on your skin and you couldnβt care less if anyone even found out.
you wanted him to mark you, and you made sure you told him that by responding to every single one of his touches. βyouβre so prettyβ¦i canβt believe youβre mine.β he whispers, nuzzling into you while whispering sweet nothings and cooing.
the sudden action making you bite your lips and throw your head back, feeling his hands come up to cup your breasts as he squeezes at them.
his lips curl up in a smirk, βyouβve been waiting, havenβt you?β he pauses to take in your face, the way your eyebrows touch and your mouth that parts a little. βto do this.β
βmhm,β you nod as he slowly brings his hand to your center, you back immediately arches to his hand, and he chuckles.
βhow long?β
βsince the day you became my guard.β
and with that he wastes no time to pull your panties to the side, finally pressing his slim and long fingers to your already wet self. the moment his fingers touch your clit, you shudder, and he gasps breathily.
he uses his middle finger to run a lap up your folds and you breathe in heavily, your hands now flat against his chest as he flattens his palm against your now needy clit.
his tongue pokes out his mouth, eyeing the way your lips let out sighs and how you close your eyes at the way he begins to move his finger in and out of you.
he slowly starts to insert his fingers inside you and your mouth hangs open, he sees your reaction and inserts another finger in. your body jumping in pleasure, and he quickly pecks your lips, βitβs okay.β
he hums when he runs the tip of his index finger over your already wet pussy before plunging it into your heat and you gaped at the intensity, buying your head seonghwaβs chest.
he slowly starts to move as you throw your part your legs open, he pumps in and out of you at a slow speed, then fastens it. breathy moans flee your pretty lips and it has him fastening his pace even faster, his lips remain attached to your neck while his slim and long fingers move at a fast pace.
you arch your back and move your hips along to his rhythm, βlike it?β he mumbles, before delivering on an angle that as your entire body arching up.
βy-yes,β you breathe out, eyes shut.
your hand reaches for seonghwaβs free hand and guide him to your breast βy/n-β his left hand rid to your left breast, kneading it softly while fingering your clit at different speeds and fumbling with that specific bundle of nerves harshly leaving you whimpering his name out loud.
βhm?β he hums, teeth grazing your skin.
βiβm close!β your eyes are shut tight and the heat coiling in your stomach becoming too much for you.
just as you say that he stops. you let out a cry in frustration and he smirks, βeasy there maβam,β you smile at the βmaβamβ βweβve got a few minutes.β
you open your eyes gently to see him staring down at you, admiring you in a way no one has ever. his stare alone makes you look away and he chuckled lowly at that.
he then hovers over you, his chain hitting your face in the way, and he plants fleeing kisses all over your face, neck, and shoulders, you squirm and chuckle until he cups your cheek. βy/n,β he whispers, eyes looking at you longingly as tears pricks at your eyes. βiβm gonna go in, is that okay?β
you smile and pull him closer by the chain he has on, βiβve been waiting hwa,β you whisper against his lips.
and then he does it again, inhaling sharply as he admires you. fighting the urge to let out a whimper and begins by pecking every part of you, humming with a smile whenever you run your fingers through his hair.
you hear him unbuckle his pants and it has you biting your lips, thought his eyes never leave yours when doing so. choosing to watch the way your face changes expressions, as if remembering it all as if youβd vanish, he slips his briefs off and his cock slaps his stomach.
his fingers hover over your clit before he slowly pushes them in, your head thrown back and your mouth letting out breathy and airy moans of his names that youβre sure his neighbors can probably loud and clear.
βy/n, please be quiet for me.β he warns but with no ill intent, instead it comes off as a whine in your ear as you bite your lips, arching your back to his fingers.
βno,β your whines donβt stop him from using his slim and long fingers to curl up inside you, his face hidden in your neck while he fingered your already sensitive clit from moments prior.
itβs then when he whispers that heβs about to go in and you cry his name out, the one that had his cock hardening.
βfuck, baby.β he lets out a whine when he eyes your state, βyouβve been a brat but i love it all.β
he then lines his tip, thatβs already been coated in pearls of precum to your entrance. holding your hand in his while the other stays on your waist, he enters you, both your lips letting out gasps when you feel one another.
he buries his face in your neck as he starts to move, hearing your moans in his ear as you feel yourself stretch out at his length. he starts slow, as if testing the waters and then picks his speed up.
you let out high pitched yet breathy cries for pleasure and hold onto his shoulders, nails digging in his shoulders, body moving against the bed as he grunts and groans and grinds himself into you.
your head falls back, mouth hangs open as he starts to roll his hips into yours and you let out a cry that echoed the room.
βyou feel so- god, so good.β you cry out as he continues to go at different speeds, the room filling with his own loud moans, groans, and growls.
βbe quiet for me y/n,β he does a particular thrust that has you biting your lips. βcanβt have the nei-β
βfuck your neighbors,β you manage to let out in the state you were in, βf-fuck me.β
he whines, the one that his eyebrows touching. βbossy much?β and chuckles cockily.
βf-fuck yes hwa,β your eyes roll back when he hits that certain spot in you, again and again, you let out a cry, throwing your head back on the pillow while releasing moans and whimpers of his name in pleasure.
he whines and groans into you when he feels you clench around him and he pounds into you again, fast, and hard and deep and you let a loud, pleasurable moan as the heat in you becomes unbearable until you both find yourselves coming down from your highs.
he carefully takes himself out of you and you wince at the sensitivity. sweat lines both your bodies, sex filling air and he slumps down on you, wrapping his arms around you with a peck to your forehead, nose and then heβs about to place on your lips that you pull him to you. burying your face in his chest, he chuckles.
βare you okay?β he asks, gently caressing your hair, he pecks your temple. feeling you hold him tighter, you two stay like this for a while, catching your breaths.
when you lift your head to look at him, βiβm impressed.β he looks at you with half lidded eyes and a boyish grin that makes your heart swell.
βalready?β he mocks playfully with a scoff. βwait til-β
β-gosh, keep things a surprise, will you?β you groan, and he nods cutely while poking his tongue out.
it goes quiet for a while, just you to now lying beside one another. chests heaving up and down at a slow pace and your face now turning to his, βhey seonghwa.β
you hear him hum in response, βwould you..actually never mind.β
βwhat is it?β he asks, turning his body towards you.
you shake your head, βcβmon, youβve got me hooked now.β
βno, itβs justβ¦i donβt think you answer it.β you mumble, sighing after that.
βi probably canβt unless you donβt tell me y/n,β he whispers, nudging your cheek with his nose. βwhatβs got your pretty little head thinking?β
you swallow, close your eyes, and blurt. βwould youβ¦.go against my father for me?β
the silence that follows makes you smile a little, knowing the question you asked would be met with nothing but disappointment. βi told you, you wouldnβt be able to answer it.β
when you open your eyes, you find him staring at you with a look you canβt quite decipher, βiβmβ¦β
βthatβs fine.β you reassure, patting his chest a stiff grin. βyou donβt have to say anything.β
βi donβt have an answerβ¦β he inhales sharply, βjust yet.β
you smile, nodding before laying down on your back. falling into yet another round of silence until he speaks.
βthoughts on a hot shower?β he offers, caressing your arms.
βyes, please!β
he lifts himself up on his elbows and holds you by your back, βcome on lazy,β
you give him a soft grin, eyes threatening to fall into slumber that he shakes you gently. βdonβt sleep on me sweetheart, weβve got places to be.β
when you donβt respond or move, he stands up, hissing at the cold floor under his feet before lifting you off the bed. your eyes fly open, and a gasp leaves your lips, arms immediately wrapping around his shoulders.
with a laugh he walks to his bathroom, pushing the door open with his feet he turns the light on while you watch him with a grin. he then places you on the counter carefully, pecking your nose before stepping aside to grab a few towels.
just as heβs about to though, the bell to his front door rings. your eyes meet at that, almost as if asking each other who it was.
βoh! must be your neighbors.β you tease, and he chucks a towel at your face. βnoise complaint perhaps?β
he shakes his head and looks out the bathroom doorframe with a small frown and then looks at you, βgo in first, iβll go see who it is.β
with that he shuts the bathroom door, grabs his pants and shirt, and hurriedly puts them on as the bell rings again. not once, or twice but thrice.
he doesnβt know why he his stomach drops as he walks closer to open the door, thinking it may just be one of the guys coming to get ready at his place.
with his hand on the doorknob, he hears you call out for him, and he twists open the door after unlocking it, expecting wooyoung or hongjoong at his door.
but what he didnβt expect was your dad standing at his door.
βjoin me for a walk, seonghwa.β
everywhere you look it feels suffocating, the obnoxious colors of gold and silver blinding your vision along with the ample amount of people in this grand hall of yours. everything was overly luxurious to the point it might start to look tacky.
βyou seem awfully distracted at your own celebration,β you roll your eyes at the obnoxious voice of kai. βwhereβs your guard?β
right, seonghwa.
you canβt find him anywhere, in fact this whole week heβs been absent or rushing somewhere.
βthatβs who iβm looking for,β you respond, holding your wine red dress up as you walk past crowds giving you smiles with motives behind them.
youβve been at this gala ever since it started, meeting people youβve never seen before who offer or beg you to accept their son as your husband in exchange of power and protection.
youβve successfully dodged every single one of their attempts, looking for seonghwa instead but you canβt find him anywhere. not even outside, not with hongjoong or wooyoung or even beside your dad.
youβve sent him countless messages that are either not sent or turned green.
thereβs an uneasiness beginning to settle in your gut, a worry of sort that you havenβt seen or heard from him ever since this gala started and itβs almost about to end.
youβve barely touched the champagne in your hand, eyes roaming around countlessly trying to see just where seonghwa was. you walk past the lavish decorations, ranging from holds and silvers and flowers of all sorts to where you saw wooyoung lined up.
you see the way his eyes lighten up when you walk closer to him, his stiff posture faltering. βwooyoung.β
βhi y/- maβam!β he quickly corrects himself quickly in a panic. βyou look lovely.β he points, and you wave him off with a chuckle.
βhave you seen seonghwa?β
βi was actually going to ask you the same,β he says, expression changing when he sees the restlessness on your face. βi havenβt seen him since morning, i figured he was with y-β
β-he isnβt,β you interrupt, fingers gripping the glass tighter as you look over your shoulder. your gaze falls straight on your father whoβs busy talking to a number of investors with a laugh. βiβll, iβll go look donβt worry!β
with that you begin to walk towards your dad, eyes narrowing and forming into glares because you know your dadβs got something to do with this.
your glass finds itself placed on a waiterβs tray as he walks by as you make your way closer to your dad. your heels click against the marble and as youβre stepping closer, the crowd steps back until youβre finally standing in front of him with a smile.
βhi dad,β you sigh, looking beside him to see an elder man giving you a polite smile. βcan we talk?β
βof course,β your dad gives the man beside him and a few others a look before turning to you, βexcuse me gentleman.β
you father extends his arm to you, and you give him a stare before smiling stiffly, linking your arm with his before walking to a private space just near the end of the hall.
as youβre walking with your dad through the crowd, many give you two smiles and bows of respect. the action alone makes you cringe, and you look away, jaw clenching and unclenching until you two are finally out of everyoneβs hair.
βdad,β you close the door behind you, arms crossing over your chest. βwhereβs hwa?
your father ticks an eyebrow at your mistake, βwhoβs that?β
you grit your teeth, βyou know exactly who, donβt joke around like this.β
if anyone were to walk in right now, theyβd be witnessing a stare down between the father-daughter. your eyes imitated his perfectly, the emotionless glare he sends your way with maybe, a little bit of warmth behind it.
βheβs seonghwa for you.β
βyou donβt get to decide that dad.β you enunciate, standing tall now. βwhere is he.β
the man in front of you shrugs, βheβs at the countryside, doing a job for me.β
βoh?β you raise an eyebrow, βbut donβt you usually send your bodyguards there?β
βwhat do you mean?β he narrows his eyes at you, a frown decorating his face now. βhe is one of mine-β
βnuh uh,β you stop him, βseonghwaβs my bodyguard now, i get to decide where he goes and doesnβt.β
βin fact, youβd never send anyone of your men away when you know thereβs an event!β you take a step forward, βyou want the most protection at these things and sending seonghwa? the one with the most experience here away? just like that?β
βthereβs certain things he needs to finish.β
βi donβt trust you,β you blurted, making him snap his eyes at you. βyouβve been having way too many emergency meetings with seonghwaβ¦so much so that heβs barely around.β
βand why are you so worried y/n?β he questions, tone as if jabbing at you. βheβs just your bodyguard, am i right?β
you grow quiet at that, βheβs..β
βwe have to keep this a secret.β
βheβsβ¦my friend.β you respond, staring at your dad with a frown. βheβs someone iβve begun to trust more than anyone in this house.β
βyou canβt be friends with guards, theyβre not on our level.β
you scoff, βhave you gone crazy?β you ask, staring at him in disbelief. βwhat does that even mean!β
βit means you cannot have any relationships with guards,β he announces, staring into your eyes directly before looking away. βbodyguards are neither friends nor familiesβ¦theyβre just low lives.β
βdonβt forget you started from there too dad,β you bite back, eyes now forming into an icy glare. βthose low lives of yours put their lives on line for you, they get injured and worse, even killed because of you!β
βthat is their job.β
βand yours is to respect them!β you yell back, appalled by this sudden change in your dadβs demeanor that you had never seen before.
βyou like seonghwa.β
fuck the secret seonghwa, you think.
βi do.β you admit, voice shaky and you take a step closer. βi like one of your low lives, guess that makes me one too, am i right?β
you father says nothing, and you scoff, running a hand down your face frustratedly. βi like seonghwa- in factβ¦iβm in love with him.β
you see the way that makes him turn his head towards you, jaw clenching and you inhale sharply. βso, itβs either you watch your mouth da-β
βy/n!β his yell echoes the room, and it makes you wince, βi donβt care if youβre in love with him, break it off.β
βyouβre my heir, you canβt be around anyone like him.β he retorts, crossing his hands behind his back. βyou inherit this mafia whether you like it or not y/n.β
βi-i donβt want to dad.β
βyour brother canβt,β he mumbles, and you realize that now, βyou donβt have a choice in this, the day i dieβ¦everyone will come to kill you.β
you scoff, hands now behind your back. βbreak everything off with him, itβs what heβd want as well.β
βyou donβt know what he wants!β you grit out, your breathing picking its pace up. Β βyou donβt know what anyone wants! you just know what you want and what you want others to do for you.β
βseonghwa does not want anything to do with you,β he says, eyes flickering from yours to the window just to the left of the room. βnot anymore.β
βi donβt believe it.β your voice drops to a whisper, βnot until i hear it from him.β
with that you turn around, hand hovering over the doorknob as your hand begins to shake a little. you then look over your shoulder, seeing how your father doesnβt even spare you a glance but instead looks out the window with a grim.
with a slight shake of your head, your fingers grasp with the doorknob. twisting the door open, just enough for light to hit your face that you father speaks again, and you wish he hadnβt.
βeither break up with seonghwa or get on the flight tomorrow morning.β
your heart sinks to your stomach, a shiver running down your body. a spite of sorts forming in you against your father, who once was all your world, someone you believed every word off. Β
your ears hear the party outside and at the same time hear the pin drop silence in the room behind you, your eyes fall over the happy faces of the guests, and you look back.
hoping your father would laugh and call it all a joke but all you get is nothing, that alone makes tears form in your eyes and before you let it escalate further, you walk out.
the second you walk out of your house, you burst out into tears. finding a bench just to the far right of your place, you take a seat in the cold alone.
your eyes wander off into the sky, hands wiping the tears streaming down your face uncontrollably. your body then hunches forward, hands holding your head as you shut your eyes.
βbreak it off with seonghwa.β
βitβs what heβd want.β
βtheyβre just low lives.β
as sad as it all was, it couldnβt get more beautiful than it already was. with the way the bench was positioned almost directly in front of the big window that shone and showed the bustling party inside.
the pity party your father hosted yearly, this time for you.
βwould you go against my father?β
it almost makes you want to laugh, a privileged story of yours where you fall for the forbidden.
it felt like seonghwa was the forbidden fruit you were never allowed near, yet you chose to be nearby. in some sick twisty way, if felt like a way to get back at your father.
you knew if anyone else had found out about this, theyβd laugh and call it a βsad storyβ and then continue on with their lives. seonghwa was the only one who affected you this much, in a way it opened your eyes.
but even on the inside, you knew no one would accept this. this taboo thing theyβd call it, having a relationship between the boss and the worker. and as much as everyone else would hate it, you wouldnβt.
you shake your head, pushing your hair back and leaning back on the bench. leaning your face upwards you find yourself staring at the sky, breeze hitting your face and it makes you smile a little.
you stay still for a while and your mind automatically goes through a reel of memories.
βarenβt you supposed to my bodyguard?β
βand arenβt you supposed to be asleep?β
βcall me y/n.β
βyes, maβam.β
βyouβre my bestest friend, you know?β
a sigh leaves your lips, and you reach out for your phone, unlocking it and only to be welcomed with a zoomed in photo of seonghwa standing in his bodyguard outfit.
the image alone makes you laugh through your tears, and you dial seonghwaβs number, biting down on your lip you lean back. lifting the phone to your ear, you close your eyes as the ringing echoes in the silence.
your heart rate picks up as the anticipation of hearing seonghwaβs voice increases and itβs as if right on that moment, your body jolts up when you hear his monotone voice.
βhi! this is seonghwa..β and it goes straight to voicemail.
you bite the inside of your lower lip, bringing the phone down slowly and pressing the red button before placing the phone beside you upside down.
βy/n.β
all you can do is hum, gaze looking ahead into nothing with a blank stare. that is until, footsteps walking through the grass make your ears perk up.
if this was an assassination attempt, it wouldβve been successful because you did not move from your spot.
βitβs me, your fav- actually second! favorite person.β
βgo away kai.β
he smiles, looking around before taking a seat beside you loudly. arm over your shoulders and a reassuring grin on his face, βwhatβs up!β he beams, looking all over your face.
βyou didnβt like the food inside?β he asks, βthey had caviar-β
βkai,β you begin, turning your head towards him and he catches the tiredness on your face. βwhat would you doβ¦β
βiβd go eat fir- ow!β he whines at the slap you gave his arm, βfine, fine, shoot away.β
βwhat would you do ifβ¦if you were given the option to either break up or leave.β
kai smiles, the one with his cheeky dimples and he leans his head back. βiβd fight.β eyes on the sky.
βkai.β
βi mean i would!β he argues, βif that was my last resort, iβd fight for the one i love, you know?β
βas cliche as it sounds, loving someone isnβt a crime. if you love someone, why are you afraid, havenβt you heard?β
βwhat?β
βpeople can fight wars just for love,β he looks down at you, lifting his hand to pat your head twice. βlook if love was a driving force, iβd have no license.β
he then turns his body towards you, βyou want seonghwa more than you thought you did, so what if heβs not your dadβs ideal choice- heβs your choice isnβt he?β
but what if youβre not seonghwaβs choice?
you nod, ββ¦but dad.β
βyou know,β he shuffles on his seat, βfor a moment, your dad doesnβt exist. what will stop you from him?β
you share a look with kai, swallowing before looking down. βsee? no one, kill your da-β you smack his arm again with a glare and he pokes his tongue out at you.
βseonghwa does not want anything to do with youβ¦not anymore.β
with a sigh you pat his hand, βthanks kai,β standing up and holding your dress up. βif my dad suddenly dies, i know who did it.β
he says nothing but shoots a finger gun at you with a grin, βiβm,β you point at your house. βgonna go inside.β
βalready?β he asks, looking behind you. βyou donβt wanna say hi to seonghwa?β
βheβs at the countryside.β you mumble, shoulders slumping and eyes squinting at the window behind.
kai stands up, placing his on your shoulders before turning you around. leaning down and then pointing at the front door, βyour boyfriends waiting outside silly.β
your eyes grow wide, heartbeat picking up as you look through the iron rods of the gate to make out a silhouette kicking rocks.
and before you know it, youβre running down the path to him. a smile on your lips growing with every step you take towards him, and when youβre finally nearing the gates, you can make his outline out much better.
heβs dressed in a regular suit, but he looks better than anyone at this party. hair slightly disheveled, tie a little loose and hands holding something.
βhwa!β you yell, catching his attention with your voice and the wave of your hand.
once his eyes fall on you running towards him, his lips crack into a smile. hand lifting automatically to wave back, βy/n!β
βhi,β you pant, stopping just before the gates that you now know is locked. βsorry..the door is locked for some reason.β you say in between catching breaths.
βhi y/n,β his voice alone makes you melt, your eyes look at him and they almost tear up. βyou look stunning.β he manages to let out, looking at you up and down he wished the door wasnβt dividing you two, so that he could at least hold you.
βwhy arenβt you inside?β
you smile, βbecauseβ¦i saw you here.β
he returns a soft smile before shoving something in his pocket and walking closer, but since the gates were closed, he could only walk until his chest hit the gates. instead, he extends his hand out for you to take.
which you do, with an excitement because after the talk with your dad and not seeing seonghwa, something in you wanted his reassurance.
βcan we talk?β
your smile falters a little, holding his hand. βo-of course.β
βactually, u-uh, at first.β he fishes through his pocket and pulls a small rectangular box out. youβre unable to see it properly due to the streetlight being away from where you stood and the front gates light that kept flickering. βi got this for you.β
he extends the box towards you from the slim space between the iron rods, you reach out for it with a smile and opening it gently. your mouth parts in a gasp, βoh my god, seonghwaβ¦β
he smiles under the light, βdo you like it?β
you nod, looking down at the box you held that had a small silver chain in it. a small ruby red bead as itβs pendant, βi love it! are you kidding?!β
βwhereβ¦how did you get it?β
he rubs the back of his neck, eyes not meeting yours in what you can only is assume is his shyness. βi saw it on my way back hereβ¦i was a little late wasnβt i? youβve bought me plenty of stuff..so it was only right for me to get you something.β
βyou didnβt have to,β you mumble, fingers caressing the chain. and then you look up, βwhat did you want to talk about?β
βah,β his face drops, eyes meeting the ground.
βi want to talk about us.β
you smile a little, closing the box before giving him your attention. βof course, wβ¦what did you want to talk about?β
βy/n, donβt you think,β he swallows. βweβ¦we should just remain as friends?β
βw-what?β your voice cracks.
his eyes remain glued to the ground, βwe shouldnβt be together.β
βitβs dangerous for us to be together.β he mumbles, fingers now wrapping around the rods tighter at the silence. βif anyone found out about us, you could be in danger.β
βdid my dad tell you to say all of this?β you ask, feeling your stomach churn. βyou donβt have to listen to him seonghwa-β
βno.β he answers, βthis is what i think...what we have shouldβve never happened in the first place.β
βwe are two different people, classes, professions, personalitiesβ¦everything!β
βwhy does that matter...β you whisper, βwhy does it all matter when i donβt care for it, w-why?β
βiβm sorry but,β he looks up, eyes meeting your teary ones and he hears a crack in his voice. βit does matter, when iβm someone you shouldnβt even be friends with, youβre meant for the riches..we arenβt meant to be.β
you feel as if the world has slipped from under your, trying to understand whatβs happening around you or what heβs saying because it all sounds unreal.
βi thought that maybe this would last a month,β he whispers, his knuckles growing whiter at the grip he has on. βbut itβs only grown ever since.β
βi-i never expected us to go this far, with each day that does by...i canβt help but think weβre not meant to be.β he mumbles, and you feel your heart drop to your stomach, βyouβre my bossβs daughter and iβm just worker.β
βseo-β
βi canβt live up to your standards y/n,β your tears that welled up in your eyes are now rolling down your cheeks. βi donβt have a proper house, i donβt even have enough money to keep you happyβ¦β
he looks at you, his own eyes glassy. βi have nothing y/n, iβm nothing.β
βare you done?β you ask, voice just above a whisper and his heart sinks at how frail you sound.
βy/-β
βyouβre everything to me.β you whisper, your hand reaching out to hold his, tears streaming down your face. βyouβve been more than anything to me, i donβt care for what you do for living or if you have the money or not, i love you god damnit!β
he clenches his jaw, eyes wide at your words. βyouβve been there for all the times i needed you, you know me more than i know myself! how can you say that..seonghwa please, please donβt listen to my dad.β
he hears you sniffle and looks away, βy/n, please.β
βno seonghwa,β you say, voice shaky and low. βi..i thought you liked me for me.β
βyou out of everyone knows how much i hate when my dad controls everything about me,β you inch closer, eyes on him. βso..why? is it because he did everything for you?β
βn-β
βis it because you canβt go against him?β
βi..i,β
βi, what!β you raise your voice, βi donβt believe anything youβre saying!β
ββ¦i like someone else.β he says, voice nothing but a whisper.
βw-what?β
he nods, eyes on the ground. βi like someone else y/n.."
what he says is something you wished he never said, maybe even kept it as a secret. βi donβt trust you.β you bite back, and you wish heβd look you in the eye, just once to say heβs lying. βyouβre lying and you know it.β
but instead, he shakes his head, βiβm not lying y/n.β and it makes you swallow the warm, painful lump in your throat.
βyouβre not even looking me in the eye,β you whisper, βplease donβt do this seonghwaβ¦weβre so good together, you know that too.β
βwe were never good together,β he replies, running a hand down his face and you know heβs biting back tears with the way he bites his lips. βi found someone who matches me.β
βsomeone who isnβt like you.β
you shut your eyes, jaw clenching and unclenching as a pounding headache begins to from in your head with all the tears framing your face.
the wind now feels more colder, it feels as if itβs slapping you in your face. your hair stands moving along it as you listen to his calming voice tell you stuff youβve never wanted to hear.
βcall me y/n.β
βyes maβam.β
βs-someone who matches me well.β
βi was going to ask if you were dating anyone.β
βwhy?β
βi donβt like to share.β
βsomeone quieter, not loud or annoying-β
ββ¦you found me annoying?β you ask, and he inhales sharply at that. βand loud?β
βgo on,β you urge, a small smile on your face despite the obvious. βwhat else did you find me?β
βi-i didnβt mean it like that-β
βwhat else is she like?β you swallow, βquieter? has more manners? isnβt childish? hates the riches? hates flowers? is the better version of me?β Β
βsheβs everything iβm not, am i right?β you ask, hand falling to your sides. when he doesnβt respond, a bitter smile makes its way in your lips. ββ¦hm, then she must be great.β
βy/n,β he whispers, and you take a step back, the action makes his heartbeat ring in his ears. βi didn-β
βdidnβt what?β you ask, face holding no expression. βdidnβt want to hurt me?β
when he nods you breathe loudly through your nose, a hand running through your hair frustratedly. βyou know dad didnβt want me to be with youβ¦β you begin, βi told him otherwise, he said you never wanted anything to do with me..i said i wanted to hear that from yo-β
βi donβt want anything to do with you.β he whispers, and you hear the way he says that. full of nothing, no emotion or anything.
you smile despite the tears blurring your vision, βright.β
it goes quiet for a while, just the two of you standing in silence. him on the other side of your house while you stand behind the gates, it described you two perfectly.
seonghwa and you were two different people who never stood on the same level, everything your dad said echoed in your mind.
βthatβs their job.β
βtheyβre not on our level.β
you want to yell and scream and cry at him, tell him thatβs not the case. to beg him that, thatβs not the case.
βd-did you mean everything you said?β you ask, in some way hopefully that heβs lying to you, that heβd tell you the truth.
βeverything.β he says.
you nod shakily, exhaling before looking over your shoulder. βeveryβ¦every date meant nothing?β
βn-nothing.β
βevery gift?β
he nods.
βand that red pendant?β
he nods again, though, slower.
βokay,β you say, nodding before turning around. back facing him and itβs one thing you thought youβd never do or be driven to a point where you had to.
you begin to walk away from, leaving him standing behind the gates. eyes on the ground and never lifting up, even if he wanted to. hiding his own emotions he turned around, back pressed against the iron gates.
βtake a picture with me thenβ¦because i want to have a memory of you.β
βwell, itβs not like iβm going anywhere, iβm still here, but! since iβm really nice weβll take one.β
βa memory,β he scoffs to himself, head leaning back on the gates as he closes his eyes. βa stupid memory.β
five years later.
the day youβd come back was one your father truly looked forward too, with the tearful sending that was laced with hatred and anger. he wished for your safety above all, and on top of the above all, he wished for the safety of everyone inside this house.
those who now scurry around cleaning the house meticulously, mumbling to each other in panic, hurry and almost a fearful turn.
itβs like everyone knew when the announcement of you would echo across this building, a wave of silence would follow.
a silence full of fear.
with the way everything happened years ago, they knew you wouldnβt return the same.
maybe thatβs what their fear was.
βi told you to not go in her room!β your father yells, a cough following suit.
βy-yes, sir!β
with a temporary grim on his face, he walks around, hands behind his back as he watches the cleaning, redecorating, rebuilding of his house. in his heart, preparing for you to grace his eyes.
βyunho, mingi,β he turns around to face the new set of guards that were recently employed. βhave everyone line up by the entrance tomorrow, put on your best suits as well.β
βwe will sir,β they both say in sync, bowing to their boss that is until, mingi, the dark blue haired one pops a question. βbut why the suits, sir?β
βmy daughter is picky.β your father answers, swallowing a little.
they both bow once again, βweβll keep that in mind, enjoy your time with miss tonight.β
βoh and,β he stops them, βsend seonghwa to my office.β
βweβre very excited to have you back, boss is putting on his best for you!β the driver says, looking in the rear mirror to see you staring out the window. βw-β
βput the partition up.β
he stiffens, swallowing before complying and putting the divider up. isolating you to the backseat and him to the driver side, your eyes meet his as the wall levels up before they move out the window.
coincidentally at the moment where your house was in view, your eyes land on the ever so prestige estate that you left years back. before you used to have a love-hate relationship with this place, where you were sheltered and hidden away from everything.
where you experienced your first and last of everything.
now coming back to it felt, empty but comforting. comforting that you were finally home after years of being lost and thrown into the world you never wanted.
when you left, you were devastated because of everything. you never wanted to come back, never wanted face anyone. but you knew you had to come back, so you became the person you never wanted to become in the first place.
opening the door to your maybach, you step out. your heel clacking against the pavement as you do so, grabbing your bag you shut the door behind to look at your house.
a scoff leaves your lips as you look over it, eyes wandering to every corner until they stop at your balcony. and you remember how you used to sneak out nights through there, falling and hurting yourself one second and the other being bombarded with the dogs.
you then turn around to look at the iron gates and your smile drops.
βd-did you mean everything you said?β
βeverything.β
βmaβam, your fatherβs waiting inside.β you snap back to reality and inhale, βthis way.β
with every step you take towards the entrance, your heartbeat increases. mentally preparing yourself to see everything and everyone after years.
but when your eyes land at your living room, they widen in disgust as you step inside your place, seeing the outrageous decorations hanging around at your arrival. βw-whatβs going on?β you ask the driver who looked at it all with the same look as you.
βiβ¦i donβt know maβam,β he stutters, and you shake your head, βbut your father,β he points to your right. βthis way.β
you nod, following behind him while your eyes look all over. as if theyβre trying to find someone while you heart wants you to look away in case you do see that someone, but youβre glad you only see a handful of maids working around.
who, at your appearance gasp and bow. βwelcome back maβam!β
to which youβd respond with a small smile, ducking your head down and following the driver who walked you through your own home. what a day it has come you think.
βheβs sitting here for the day,β you smile and bow at the man who now leaves you alone, standing inside your dadβs outdoor study.
βy/n, my dear, youβre back.β
you hear his raspy voice tickle your ear and itβs been years since youβve heard him, sure the occasional phone calls were present, but youβd hang up whenever youβd hear anyone else in the background.
βfather.β you say, hands in front of you. watching him spin on his swivel chair, dressed in hoodie that says something about your brotherβs university. you find your cat nestled just beside him on the cat bed and it makes you smile a little.
βy/n,β he lifts his arms in the air, getting up from his beloved chair and walking towards you with a smile.
you manage to smile a little, retuning his hug half-heartedly before he offers you to take a seat, which you do as if you havenβt been on a flight where you sat for hours straight.
βhow have you been?β he asks, pouring you tea from the fine china set you know your mom bought at an auction.
βgood.β you keep it short, eyes wandering the sunroom study of his. βdid you renovate it?β
βyou know your mom and her tendencies,β he replies, sliding you the cup which you quietly take.
βwhere is she?β
βyearly trip to the maldives with her friends,β you nod, impressed by it slightly, maybe even jealous that she gets vacations while you stay here and deal with your dad.
βhow have you been y/n,β he asks again, getting comfortable in his chair as you cross your legs, stirring the tea slightly.
βi already answered that, father.β
he nods, βare you still upset?β
βover what?β you sip, eyes falling over him.
βfive y-β
βyes,β you respond quickly, βvery, actually.β
you hear him sigh as you sip on the tea more, raising your pinky. βright, well, your rooms the same as before.β
you nod, placing the cup down and facing him. βyouβll be looking over the guards tomorrow.β
βfor?β
βto have your own private ones,β he says, coughing a little. βlike i did. youβre now what i used to be so it only makes sense for you to have everything now.β
βeverything?β you tick an eyebrow, βi have a request father.β
βgo on.β
βplease stop controlling me from now on,β you mumble, βi am capable enough to make my decisions, in fact, i was since the beginning.β
βas you wish.β
βdonβt question my decisions,β you stand up, bowing your head. βand for the guards, i donβt need them.β
βy/n.β ah, there it was, that tone he uses on you when heβs about to scold you. βmy last decision in your life is for you to have private guards.β
βthe last decision of yours ruined me father,β you say, voice monotone. βand i donβt wish for it to happen again.β
βthis decision wonβt y/n,β he argues, thought his voice doesnβt raise. βyouβre going to have new guards, and that is done. tomorrow meet me at the foyer, everyone will be there.β
everyone.
you scoff, βquit it dad.β
your dad didnβt quit, in fact he pestered you into following him out to the foyer. after him basically dragging you out of your room, which one, you barely got to step a foot in and two, barely got you enough sleep.
βcan we hurry this up?β you ask, irritated already with waking up early since your jet lag is still so strong. βi need a few hours to myself.β
βhm,β he says, walking a few steps ahead before pausing and you feel your heartbeat begin to accelerate. βeveryone, meet my daughter y/n.β
βitβs lovely meeting you maβam.β
βiβm to be by your side whenever you go out at all times, itβs nice to meet you maβam.β
you watch them all bow in unison, and you give a small, awkward smile. ignoring the obvious faces from the past who look at you with shiny eyes, which almost make you crack.
βas you all know," your father announces and you stand behind him, feeling stares burn through you. βmy daughter here requires a private unit to be by her at all times, i have seen your progresses over the month and selected a few of you alr-β
βiβll decide my own guardβs father,β you interrupt him, making the hall get quiet. βat least, let me do that.β
he gives you a quick look before nodding, and you come to stand in front of the two rows of guards. βbeing my guard isnβt easy.β you mumble, βand if youβre not up for it, you can leave to your daily routines.β
you look around and when no one moves, you smirk. βalright,β you look to your left, extending your hand out to your dad. βtheir files.β
βhere,β he grins, pointing behind him and you see a mountain of them being held by a worker.
just the sight of it gives you a headache, βforget it.β and you walk down the line.
eyes squinty as everyone straightens up, standing tall and feet apart, hands neatly folded behind their back. your heels click against the marble flooring as you walk down the first line, eyeing every single one of them who either display no expression or get taken aback.
βyou,β you say out loud, pointing your hand at the guy with blond hair standing at the very end. βcome here.β
βsweetheart, heβs a newbie.β your father whispers to you and your eyes keep looking at the blondie walking to you with a shy smile.
βthatβs alright dad,β you reply, eyeing the man up and down. βpeople can learn along the way.β
but thereβs a man standing at the far end of the second line, gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw. thatβs all too familiar to you, from the black outfit, the sharp undercut and the annoyingly stunning side profile that makes you want to yell.
though he grits his jaw, he catches onto the new you. how youβve changed, no longer the bright and cheery y/n but a colder, monotone-voiced y/n. and he canβt help but blame himself for it.Β
βitβs like youβd be protecting him more than heβd be protecting you.β he whispers, eyes forming into glares as he watches the newbie walk towards you, knowing he isnβt half as qualified to be your guard and knowing youβre outright ignoring him.
βname?β
βchoi san.β
you nod, βgood, youβre hired.β and you turn around, βany objections, father?β
βy/n-β
βi object.β
your eyes immediately find your dads when you hear the new yet familiar voice, βi do too-β
βmy decision is made, choi san-β you look over your shoulder and you make an eye contact with two tall guys at the end. βand you two twin towers at the end, youβre hired.β
βsir, if i m-β
you lift a hand, βah, my decision is mine.β and you look back at the front. βanything else?β
βiβd like to object.β this time you hear footsteps coming closer and it makes your heart drop to your stomach.
you feel a presence behind you before you hear that increasingly familiar deep voice.
βthe three you have chosen, maβam.β you shut your eyes at the familiar voice filling in your ears. his presence behind you, with that deep, soothing, and calm voice that now sounds rigid and demanding. βwonβt be able to guard you, itβs like youβd be protecting the guard more than they would.β
βthe new recruit line is barely halfway through basic training maβam,β god, that maβam. βi strongly advise picking someone else as their skill sets are nowhere near qualified to be guards right now.β
you raise an eyebrow and slowly open your eyes, seeing everyone in the lines stiffen up. and for the first time, you turn around to look that voice in the eye and dare question. βand you are?β
jaw locked, hair brushed back with one strand falling over his forehead, eye that darkened ever so slightly, hands neatly behind his back. just being in his presence makes your breathing waver but looking directly in his eyes makes you want to cry.
βpark seonghwa.β
βseonghwa,β
βseong! hwa!β
βhwa!β
βseong-seong!β
βand who do you advise i pick?β you ask, voice shaky.
βi have almost a decade of experience working under your father and being a protector of your family...β he inhales, patting his chest and you catch the sight of a black band on his ring finger, and it makes you look away. βand a few of those years were as your own bodyguard, maβam.β
βand?β
βi believe my skills are far better than anyone here, itβll only be more advantageous to have me as your bodyguard...β he pauses, looking over your face for a second longer. βagain.β
βmy bodyguard?β you ask, eyebrows shooting to your forehead. βand yet i was still in life threatening positions with you, wasnβt i?β
βi-β
βzip it.β you look behind him, eyes forming into slits. βyou three, office now.β
βyes maβam.β
βy/n, seonghwa was right!β you hum mindlessly, playing with the food on your plate.
βi agree.β you roll your eyes at kaiβs appearance, sitting on the big dining table with you and your dad and two cooks at the far end.
you then turn to your left, βyouβre suddenly praising him?β you pique, looking down at your dad with a suspicious look. βwasnβt he your low life?β
βyou called him a low life!?β kai yells, his plate clacking as he stood up and you wave him off.
your dad grows quiet at that, ββ¦i didnβt mean to say that y/n.β
you stop midway, βreally?β you ask, βi donβt trust you.β
βthereβs a lot of things i regret doing y/n,β he says, placing his fork and knife down. βbut i had reasons for it.β
βand what were they?β
you dad looks at kai and he takes the memo to leave, although, a little late, but he does. leaving you and him alone in the room, him at to your left. just the talk with him has a sinking feeling growing in your stomach, jaw clenching and unclenching before exhaling. Β
βfor you to take over his family, you needed no distractions.β he begins, hands folding in front of him. βand if you kept them, my family wouldβve been gone.β
βdistractions?β you mock. "sending me to your fucking training academies where they beat the shit out of you? that? thatβll help me take care of this family?β
βas bad as it sounds, it works y/n.β he explains, looking over your face for a few moments and seeing a small scar under your eye and dread washes over him. βi was sent there, it worked for me- i had to send you there.β
βor youβd send your youngest,β you bite back, a slight tick in your jaw. βbut i wouldnβt have let that happen. even if i have stated how rotten your business is and how much i hate it, i couldnβt escape it.β
no matter how much youβd want to blame your father for everything, you knew he did it for you. but you still have bitter feelings about the way he did it all, yet youβre unable to tell him. being rasied in this environment, you were bound to do this.Β
βi still canβt and will not drag him in it,β you refer to your sibling, because he gets scared shitless from the sight of ladybugs. you couldnβt possibly see him fighting for his life. βheβll never be involved in this business, no one after me will take this place.β
βi will not operate this mafia like you did,β he nods, βif i have the chance to end this, i will and you will not stop me.β
βi wonβt.β
βi want to end this.β you mumble, jaw relaxing and eyes falling over your father who looks at you with regret, maybe even shame if you look in too deeply. βi will end this mafia, i want a normal life.β
βyou wouldnβt have gone if i never did that y/n..β you scoff.Β
βiβm sorry for all that y/n,β he mumbles, placing his hand on top of yours. βthere is nothing i can say but sorry, if i hadnβt done this, i wouldβve lost you all.β
βand to keep you, my family alive.β he taps your hand twice, "i can do anything.β
βev-β
βeven send you there, yes.β
a scoff leaves your lips, βthatβs a really shitty excuse, dad.β
he smiles and for the first time since youβve arrived it feels genuine, βwell now you can beat me up for it, pow pow!β
βstop, ew.β you cringe, and he chuckles, drowning down water as you shake your head.
βand what about seonghwa,β he asks the second his glass touches the table.
βnothing about him.β your tone is dismissive, and he picks up on it, growing a little because seeing this side of you, he canβt help but blame himself for that.
but he knows if anyone was to bring your old side back, itβll only be in the hands of seonghwa. who, he knew, would give him trouble one day.
βyouβre not going to meet him or talk to him?β the elder presses further, mind spewing up some way to get you two to talk or exchange a hiβs or helloβs or how was your days.
βno.β you respond, placing the cutlery down and promptly being reminded of that ring on his finger.
βi like someone else.β
βhe offered to be your guard again,β you hum, eyes on the plate with an empty expression. βi agree with him, he is qualified and has been Β your bodyguard before too-β
βdad,β you interrupt, pushing your chair back and tapping your feet on the ground. βyou know exactly what happened, what you did and how it went down.β
βbut you should talk to him,β he says, eyes following you. βheβsβ¦heβs got a lot to say-β
βiβm not interested in talking to him or having him as my bodyguard again.β
and with that you take your leave, walking out the door with shaky hands and when you begin to walk down the hallway. you abruptly stop at the scene of seonghwa and kai standing in front of you, their heads turning to you in sync.
βy/n.β
βmaβam.β
βi told you my nameβs y/n.β
βgoodnight.β you mumble, eyes looking everywhere else but the larger man in a suit.
βy/n!β kai calls out, a small smile on his face as he watches you try and escape this situation knowing full well thatβs the last thing youβd want.
βhow about,β he looks at seonghwa, whoβs eyes never leave you even if you donβt look at him. βyou two old friends catch up?β
βuh, kai i-i have to leave,β you stated, giving kai a nasty glare. βiβm tired and i need sleep.β
βjust ten minutes.β
you freeze at his voice, calm yet eager. βcan we talk just for ten minutes?β
kai gives you an encouraging smile and you turn to him, stopping when your gazes meet.
his eyes still looked the same, wide, shiny, and endearing. the ones that still made you want to run in his arms, stare into for hours while he holds you to his chest and nuzzles into you.
βi..i donβt have time right now,β you answer, looking at kai tight smile. βtomorrow, letβs do that tomorrow.
you knew you shouldnβt have come back because all you see is seonghwa everywhere, you had hoped he quit his job, so you didnβt have to face him, and he didnβt have to work under your dad. Β
every time you walk down a hallway, youβre always greeted with him walking past you. and it reminds you of all the times you had been with him, whether it be chasing him down hallways or to walk behind him whining something about the defense lesson.
at that time, you wouldβve never thought any of this could be possible, he didnβt think it would be either.
he didnβt think not seeing you every day for the past five years would hurt him as much as it did, or how not seeing or hearing you would become a routine heβd have to force himself to fit in.
so, when he was called in by your father in his office, the first thing he remembers hearing is. βyou better up your trainings seonghwa.β
and he knew you were returning.
as happy and overjoyed he was to see you, he was equally desperate to tell you the truth. but he knew youβd never want to see him, thatβs what terrified him. to become nothing but a memory to you, a memory who never got to explain itself.
So, he interrupted your hiring procedure or whatever that was, outing himself as the right person to guard you for as long as he can. after all, he was meant to be your right-hand man at all times.
not only did he do that so that youβd look at him in the eye or speak to him or reject his duties, but he did it because he couldnβt imagine anyone else besides him to stand by you.
and maybe get a chance to explain himself, but all heβs got his avoided stares, small talks, dismissing him and pretending he doesnβt exist.
as much as it breaks him, he knows he deserves it. all the times youβve ignored him, he canβt be upset because at least, youβre there, at least, youβre in front of his eyes.
but maybe his hopes of reconciling with you wonβt come true since youβve dismissed any of his advances of him doing his duty or having a civil conversation with him.
βyunho, whereβs the car?β you ask with a raised eyebrow, tapping your feet on the pavement outside your house.
βi-i, it should be here maβam!β
βweβve been waiting for half an hour, jeong yunho.β you grit, βi have places to be and you had one job to do, right?β
yunho bows down quickly, βiβm so sorry, this all is new to me so i got the wrong car-β
but heβs interrupted by the loud honking of a black range rover pulling into the roundabout before he can explain himself, catching you off-guard. βis that the one you got?β you ask, eyes on the car that comes to stop in front of you.
βn-no, maβam.β
and before youβre about to respond, the front door to the car opens and out comes seonghwa with his dark sunglasses, prim and proper outfit, and a smile youβve missed.
βthe car, maβam.β he says with a bow of his head, and you swallow, giving yunho a look who only returns a small smile.
βiβll take the other one,β you say, taking a few steps away from the two but only to be stopped by seonghwaβs loud voice.
βmaβam, please.β your grip your bag tighter at that. βyouβll be late for your meeting, please take the car.β
he watched your back turn to him and swallowed, head down and hands behind his back. βiβll let yunho driv-β
βi hope you know the address.β he hears you say, walking past him and he pauses for a second. eyes blinking repeatedly at what he heard that is until yunho pats his chest with a cheeky smile and a wink.
βi-i do!β
when you told seonghwa youβd sit down and have a talk with him, you didnβt expect yourself to be this nervous to be in his presence. it felt as if every emotion you had felt in the past five years hit you like a truck.
with the constant messages from kai encouraging you by sending emojis and memes and gifs that only made you want to hide from seonghwa. Β
So, standing outside the door to where he stood made butterflies sprout in your stomach, it felt as if you were seeing him again for the first time.
your hand on the doorknob stays still for a while before you inhale and twist it, opening the door and immediately youβre faced with seonghwa standing at the far side of the room, back facing the door while he looks out the balcony.
you swallow before entering, closing the door behind before making your way towards him. and itβs as if your memory became a film, it played out the moments you had with him.
βiβm park seonghwa, your new bodyguard from now on. iβm to be by your side whenever you go out at all times, itβs nice to meet you maβam.β
βmy names y/n not maβam!β
βyou know they should keep you in museums.β
βyouβre cute.β
βyouβre so prettyβ¦i canβt believe youβre mine.β
βi like someone els-β
βy/n.β
you snap out of your thoughts, gaze falling on him with a soft smile. βseonghwa.β
his lips pull into a smile, and he gestures for you to take a seat at the couch set in front of him, you nod and take a seat. he follows suit and sits opposite you.
for the first few minutes, none of you know what to say. youβre looking everywhere but him but heβs looking at you as if youβre the only person to ever walk this earth.
he looks at you with fond stare, one that studies you with a soft look. he fiddles with his fingers and inhales before finally speaking. βh-how are you?β
your heart skips a beat, βgood.β
βitβs raining,β he points, and you nod. βyour favoutite.β
βi hate the rain.β you respond, and he stops.
βb-but you loved rain?β
you grit your jaw, βi loved a lot of things.β you answer, alluding to the past.
βiβm sorry.β he says right after, head down and eyes shut. βiβve been wanting to apologize for everything that happened.β
βfor what?β you ask, obviously knowing exactly what happened but you want him to say it to you.
he lifts his head up a little and you spot the way the glint in his eyes change for a split second, embarrassment or even maybe even shame but definitely remorse.
βi found someone who matches me.β
βsomeone who isnβt like you.β
βfor dumping me?β you ask, voice shaky and eyes slightly teary. βor saying all of that with no thought of how itβll affect me?β
βsomeone quieter, not loud or annoying-β
ββ¦you found me annoying? and loud?β
βi..β he begins, hands curling into fists as he inhales and exhales. βi want to apologize for pushing you away the way i did, i..i didnβt mean anything i said that day y/n please trust me-β
βyou werenβt held on gunpoint seonghwa,β you whisper, βyou couldβve not said anything.β
βi was told to break it off with you.β he swallows, and you look down. βso that youβd leave.β
he continues, βwhenβ¦when you were at my place, your dad had come to meet me and i never told you about it.β
βjoin me for a walk, seonghwa.β
βy-yes sir.β he says, looking over his shoulder and then on the ground before his eyes widen at the sight of your shoes beside his.
nevertheless, he follows your father outside his complex. following the shorter man whoβs stride rivaled power, someone who he always respected above anyone else.
βdo you like my daughter, seonghwa?β
his head snaps up, βwhat?β
βyou heard me,β his boss says, βare you dating her?β
when he gave no response, your father already knew. with the way his men are everywhere, this wouldβve never slipped past him. how could it? you two went out to places every week with each other, in areas where only sketchy people would be found. itβs no wonder he knows.
βiβm extremely sorry sir,β he says, βy-you can fire me or cut my hands like you said..but i do like your daughter, quite a lot sir.β
βhow much should i pay you to break it off then?β
his lips part in surprise, βs-sir?β
βa million or a two? or a blank check?β
βi..iβm sorry but i canβt accept any of that sir.β he replies, a frown on his face that he canβt hide. βyouβve known me since i was a child, iβm not attached to money like thatβ i have never been.β
βi have always trusted and respected your decisions butβ¦as much as i hate to disrespect you..β he says, βi will not break the relationship i have with your daughter, sir.β
βi will fire you.β
he then stands tall, βthen please do so.β
βyet you still did it.β he hears you whisper, and he swears he heard a crack of his heart. "you still followed him; you couldnβt go against him no matter seonghwa!β
βtell her you want nothing to do with her, seonghwa.β he says. βthatβs the only way sheβd leave.β
βsir, thatβs-β
βi know, but i have no option.β He looks down, βi canβt let her fall behind because of you.β
βi wanted you to!β you burst out, catching him by surprise. βi thought at least youβd be on my side! we couldβve done it together; we couldβve gone against him together!β
you then stand up, running a hand down your face irritatedly. βgosh this is so stupid, it wasnβt even real right?β you ask, glancing at his hunched figure and your eyes go straight to his hands and spit that ring.Β βi wanted it to be so real, because i loved you seonghwa.β
βit was a silly little fling,β you whisper, βright? where we just hide behind the doors and do our thing and then break it off because you found someone else!β
you nod, βright, thatβs what it wasβ¦but i loved you..and you didnβt, and thatβs what hurt me the most.β
βy/nβ¦β
βcall me maβam.β you whisper, nodding to yourself and taking a few steps back.
βi didnβt care that you called me loud or annoying.. or the class difference between us.β he lifts his head up, seeing you take slow steps back away from him and for a second it hits him. βi wanted you to be with me..despite what my father had told you.β
βi knew heβd come to ask you all of this,β he hears you say, βwhich is why i kept telling you to not listen to him, to maybe..just maybe go against him for once and break your good boy image.β
βi just wanted to have you.β
it hits him that heβs about to lose you again, for the second time.
and it feels so real that his heart drops when you turn your back to him.
βi quit.β
you stop, your sniffles ringing the room as you use the back of your hand to wipe your tears away.
βthe next day after we split,β you shut your eyes, βi quit working under your dad, in fact, me, hongjoong, yeosang and wooyoung all did.β
βwhat is this seonghwa?β
βmy resignation, sir.β he announced, bowing at his waist. βitβs been a pleasure working for you but itβs time i quit.β
βi couldnβt live like that,β he mumbles, rising to his feet and taking a few steps closer to you. Eyes softening and heart sinking. βso right after i quit, i went to look for you.β
βbut i left that same night.β
βbut you left.β
βi didnβt know until your dad told me, how you were sent away for god knows how long.β he whispers, voice cracking and you hear him sniffle. βand i didnβt know when youβd come backβ¦how youβd be like or if youβd even want to look at me.β
βif you quit working, why are you still here?β you ask, heart beating fast and brain spiralling.
β..because i was told youβll be coming back.β his whispers tug at your heart, βand i couldnβt afford to miss it. i couldnβt let someone else take my spot.β
βi spent the last five years, trying to reach out to you through mails but i didnβt know your address.β he explains, βi looked for your number but you changed it, i kept looking and looking but then i realized wherever you were, youβd be safer there than here.β
βi wanted you to be safe at the end of the day,β he takes a few steps closer until his front hits your back. βeven if it meant breaking up with you.β
βbecause i loved you,β he says, voice a whisper but a gentle one. his hand slowly reaches for yours from the back, β..and have for the past five years and still counting.β
βyou may have said it first,β he holds your hand gently, his larger palm fitting with yours perfectly. βbut i wish i did, so at least you wouldnβt hate me.β
βi donβt hate you,β you sigh.
βbut whatβs the point of it all now?β you ask, turning around to look at his tear-stained face. you reach out for his hand and lift it up beside your face, pointing at his finger. βyouβre already married.β
βall of this..β you shake his hand all while he stares at you with wide eyes, βit doesnβt matter anymore.β
he shakes his head, βit does y/n, youβre m-β
βare you going to cheat on your wife now?β you ask, eyes blown wide despite the tears welling up in them. βyouβre married and yet youβre here professing your love for me while she wai-β
β-y/n.β
βno!β you stop him, letting go of his hand to take a step back. βare you really go-β
βy/n,β he stammers, trying to hold onto your escaping hand. βy/n, y/n, listen to me-β
βiβm not going to do this seonghwa,β you stumble back, hands in the air and eyes on the ground.
but before you have the chance to take another step back or say anything else. his hand reaches out to grab you by the wrist, abruptly pulling you to him.
a squeak leaves your lips when youβre jerked forward, your face meeting his chest and his hands wrapping around your waist, face buried in your neck.
βiβm not married,β he whispers, and your hands fall to your sides, a tired sigh leaves you, closing your eyes and burying yourself in his chest.
βwhat about that ring then?β you ask, voice dropping to lower octave.
he smiles and you can hear it, βyou donβt remember when we bought matching rings at that diner?β
your face drops at that memory, βyou still- thatβs that?!β he nods and holds you closer.
βi had it on the past five years,β he mumbles, tapping your back twice with a smile that almost heals you.
βyouβre crazy.β
he hums, and itβs one of those low and deep ones. βsays you.β
his perfume wafts in your nose and for a second you find yourself losing in him. having have finally held him after years and feeling the comfort you missed, your hands lift to wrap them around his waist.
βyou once asked me if i would go against your father,β he mumbles, βit took me a while to answer you but, yes, I can.β
βi never was, no one existed that i could match with better than you.β his deep low voice that causes your stomach to swoop.
βwhat about the one you told me about years back?β you mumble, pulling back to hold his stare.
βhe shakes his head, and you slap his chest with a frown, βyou lied over that too?!β
βiβm sorry!β heβs quick to say, worry written all over his face.
but before he continues the door the room bursts open, making the two of you jump and snap your heads back with wide eyes.
βt-that was us! all of it!β wooyoung yells, hands in the air while yeosang holds him back.
βheβs right!β hongjoong screams from the back, hands curled into fists as if ready to fight someone. βwe did it for him! donβt blame him!β
βsorry i was watching a show and the inspo hit!β
βy-you guys are here too?!β you say out loud, turning around fully to spot them properly.
it feels like a deja vu, from the very first time you met them to now.
how all of them are still the same, though a little older and definitely not working under your father. more free and smiley and loud and chaotic than before.
seonghwaβs hands leave your waist and he comes to stand by you, one hand sticking in his pocket while his gaze flickers between you and the three standing up front.
a soft smile on his lips before he looks at the trio in front of him, shaking his head and sheepishly coming to hold your hand in his. caressing the top of it with his thumb gently, the action making you look at him.
βi hate you,β you whisper but the smile on your face says the opposite.
βhey, you all.β seonghwa yells from beside you, head noticing them to turn around and look away. itβs not an action they get at first, but when they do their eyes widen and lift up their thumbs.
βwhat wh-β
βwooyoung.β
and when they do, seonghwa spins you to him and locks his lips with yours immediately. surprising you and muffling your gasp with his lips, arms snaking around you, and he holds you impossibly close to him. as if youβd vanish in thin air.
your hands fly from your sides to his face, cupping his softer cheeks and smiling against the kiss all while your eyes drop fat tears, he canβt help but chuckle at in between the kiss. whisperingΒ βiβm sorryβsβ between the kiss while you nodded.Β
he pulls back to leans his forehead on yours, staring at you with a look that made you look away. βdo you still hate me?β
you nod as he wipes the water around your eyes. βmaybe a little less than two minutes ago.β
he ticks an eyebrow up, βoh?β
βmhm,β you smile.
he leans closer so that the tips of your noses touch. "how about now?β
βa point five difference maybe?β he smirks.
βcan we look now?β
βlook where?β
you and seonghwa never pushed each other so fast at that new voice joining all of you, you recognize it as your fathers, and he recognizes it as terror.
βs-sir!β
βdad!β
βgood? morning?β he says, face twisted in confusion as every single one of you try to find the words to speak.
"itβs actually nighttime sir,β wooyoung informs, βso, you should say good night.β
you bite a laugh back at the way your dad frowns and how wooyoung immediately gets on his knees to apologize.
and you find yourself leaning on seonghwa, linking your arm with his and he canβt help but break out into a wide smile. his heart fluttering at the sight of it all, you beside him and wooyoung getting disciplined.
and then your dad turns to you two, before youβd move away from seonghwa but now you stay. keeping the stare with your dad who looks at the way you two stood with a small smile, βy/n, hasnβt seonghwa told you yet?β
your eyebrows pull together at that, βtell me what?β looking at seonghwa.Β
βah, right.β
at that, seonghwa letβs go of your hand. stepping back and standing tall, a small smirk on his face before he bends at his waist to bow at you.
βiβm park seonghwa, your new bodyguard,β he looks up and winks, βitβs nice to be back.β
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