Jumin/MC bodyguard AU please!!
I didn’t know what format you wanted, so I stuck to a headcanon format for this ask. If you want me to make this into a oneshot/fic format instead, please let me know! I’m actually really proud of this. It took a bit, but I think it came out well ^^ I hope you like this~
NOTE: The MC in this AU has no affiliation with the RFA, and does not know of it’s existence. They are different than the MC in the game, and therefore does not pursue a romantic relationship with Jumin.
Your job as a personal bodyguard had been very good to you. Granted, you put your life on the line every time you went to work, but it paid well and you genuinely liked it.
You were employed by an agency that ‘leased’, if you will, bodyguards to those who needed it. Your last position guarding an up-and-coming singer had ended after she decided she didn’t need so many guards, so now you were sent to a new client.
And that new client? C&R’s Jumin Han.
You’d heard rumors about the man being emotionless, like a robot, and quite blunt. Of course, people loved to dramatize everything, so you didn’t think he could really be so cold and calculating.
Of course, you were wrong.
The first day you showed up to work and encountered Jumin, he at first barely gave you a sideways glance.
“Is this the new guard?” He had asked who you believed was his assistant, a woman with short cropped brown hair and a large stack of manilla folders in her arms. You felt bad for her; she looked exhausted.
“Yes, Mr. Han.”
Once he realized who you really were, his gray eyes scanned you up and down. “What is your name?”
“MC, sir.” He nodded, eyes calculating. It made you a bit uncomfortable, being under his heavy gaze. You held your breath, standing straight and looking as professional as you could be.
Finally, he nodded again and turned away, towards the woman. “I don’t know why you insist that I need an extra guard. The three I already have should suffice.”
The woman nodded. “Yes, they are more than capable, but it is best to be safe rather than sorry.”
He only hummed before walking off, leaving the woman to hurry after him. You had no choice but to follow.
The first few weeks of serving Jumin as his bodyguard were dull. Nothing much happened. It was a bunch of waiting and following. During the times you were waiting, you were able to get to know your coworkers quite well.
After a while, you got used to Jumin’s demeanor. You were practically invisible to him. The only reason it was a shock then was because your last client had been so kind to you and her other bodyguards, talking to you and personally getting to know you.
Actually, most of your clients got to know you. Jumin was an exception.
You accompanied him everywhere along with at least one or two other bodyguards. Work, business trips, fancy restaurants, etc.
Occasionally you took up house duty, guarding the penthouse instead of Jumin himself, which you didn’t mind. It was a bit boring, but you were okay with that.
One particular time whle you were on penthouse duty, it was quite late, and you were tired. It seemed as if your eyelids had metal stuck to them. You had checked the time repeatedly, and it seemed to be moving at a snail’s pace.
It was around midnight when you heard someone coming. Immediately, your forced yourself awake, willing your eyes to stay open.
The form of Jumin appeared, and you relaxed slightly. Not an intruder.
He nodded at you. “MC. Did anything happen while I was out?”
You weren’t sure why he chose to speak to you, as he usually spoke to the guards that had been there longer. In fact, there was a guard who had been there for 3 years standing right beside you. But here he was, facing you with his piercing gray eyes focused on you.
“No, sir. Nothing has happened while you were out.” You vaguely recalled why he was gone and decided to try and make small talk with him. “How was your business trip?”
“It was successful, but it was exhausting dealing with those women. It was also irritating that my flight got delayed by the weather” He sighed and drew a hand over his face. “I would like to go in and tend to Elizabeth 3rd. She must be so lonely in there all by herself. Excuse me.”
With that, Jumin nodded to your fellow guard and disappeared into the penthouse.
After that day, he started to talk to you more. He brought you out more often on his business trips and discussed things with you that he never would have before. You weren’t sure what happened, but you didn’t mind.
The more you were able to see Jumin and the more you were able to observe about him, the more you realized that your previous judgement of him was wrong
It was hard to pick up on it, but you could tell when he was upset. His shoulders would be hunched and his facial expression a bit more severe. He became more easily agitated. You noticed this behavior many times after a stressful business meeting when things just weren’t going right, or after lunch with his father, especially when a new woman was involved.
He met with his father for meals from time to time, and you could tell immediately if Jumin would be upset afterwards
Today was not an exception
Chairman Han had shown up to dinner with a tall woman practically glued to his side. You were standing beside Jumin as he saw his father with a new woman. You looked to Jumin and noticed his jaw muscles flex slightly, the only sign he was upset.
Since you had been guarding Jumin, this was the second woman he has been with.
It had only been a year and 4 months since you started.
As you waited in the corner of the private room the three were dining in, you couldn’t help but pick up on some of their conversation. It couldn’t be helped; you tried to ignore them, but when you are standing 10 feet away from the people providing the only conversation in the room, it’s hard to tune it out
Most of the talk was about business, but it definitely steered towards the topic of the woman at Chairman Han’s side. She seemed to want to earn Jumin’s trust, but he repeatedly blocked her attempts.
You didn’t blame him.
By the time the meal was done, Jumin looked about as frustrated as can be. To others, he would look calm and collected as he bid the pair goodbye. But, you saw it. A glint in his eye. Tension in his jaw. Tense shoulders.
Jumin had opted to take only you as a guard, which was quite odd but you didn’t question it. It was a secure location that both the Chairman and his son frequent, so the need for additional bodyguards wasn’t there.
But, being the only guard with him on the way home while he was in such an aggravated mood? More uncomfortable than you would think.
You sat silently beside Jumin in the car, eyes scanning the roadway for any potential threats.
“MC.”
You jumped slightly as Jumin addressed you, but quickly turned to him. “Yes, sir?”
He was facing away from you, eyes focusing on the passing buildings around the car. “Are your parents together? Are they happy?”
Why was he asking you, of all people this?
You hesitated in answering, which drew Jumin’s eyes to you. They looked almost sad. Longing.
There is a line that all bodyguards know and watch daily. The line between being a guard and being more than a guard. Your job is to protect your client and keep them out of danger, not to share secrets and be friends. You would have thought Jumin would know this, but here he was, asking a fairly personal question.
Would you answer?
… You did. You jumped over the line and told him your parent’s situation.
Jumin’s eyes stared ahead as he nodded in response. “I wish father would stop becoming infatuated with these women and see that they want him for his money, not for his love. I fear for the fate of the company if he keeps marrying and divorcing all of these women. I’ve already had deals fall through because of his actions with these women. Why can’t he see this is an issue?”
He turned his head to you, locking eyes with you. “MC. I don’t know your background, where you came from, or who you are as a person. But, if I could impart any knowledge onto you that would have a lasting impact, it would be this: marry for love, not for wealth. Money is a powerful thing. Don’t abuse it.”
“...Yes. Thank you, sir. I will take your words to heart.”
The rest of the car ride was silent as both you and Jumin focused your attention elsewhere. You jumped back over the line, back to professional bodyguard, yet his words echoed in your mind the rest of the day.
A few weeks later, your agency relocated you to a new client, forcing you to leave Jumin behind.
You spent a total of a year and a half with Jumin as his guard, and it completely changed your view of him.
You no longer viewed him as a cold, calculating businessman, but as a man who has emotions and feels things, as well. A man who cared for his family and wanted what was best for his company.
A man whose emotions run deeper than meets the eye.
In reality, he really didn’t do much. But, the experience and time you spent with him meant the world to you.
You never crossed his path again. Your only contact with him was through a TV screen, through the media.
That’s how you found out about his marriage to a woman from a charity group he was a part of. The footage of him coming back from his honeymoon, his wife on his arm, brought a smile to your face.
At least he found someone to truly love.
From time to time, you think back to the time you spent guarding him, and you are reminded of the words you shared in the car.
Never in your life would you have expected to get advice from one of the country’s top businessmen, yet you did. The words, so simple in the car, clung to your mind like smoke to clothing. No matter how hard you tried, the words stayed.
Perhaps the biggest lesson you learned from Jumin Han was not to judge a book by its cover.
