a starter for @zidaine - jongin x naeun [ bodyguard!au]
jongin has had... odd jobs. some of them were mediocre at best, and others were strictly classified, pretty cool, but also too high-risk. this one kind of feels like something in between. he vividly recalls the agency telling him they needed him to stay sharp and put on a couple of muscle pounds, and he recalls his supervisor saying that this was a very important job for someone of great importance, like he needed all that emphasis.
however, he also kind of doesn’t recall anyone telling him this would be... like... a babysitting job? maybe other people he’s guarded have been sort of like body-watching too, but this feels more like having to be a big, beefy guardian angel than actually just standing around and making sure no one assassinates who he’s guarding.
he’s at least a head taller than most people in this club, and you’d think it’d make things easier for him to scope out who he’s looking for, but he still has to squint his eyes and push his way through the sea of writhing bodies to arrive at his target. his large hand closes around her thin forearm -- tightly, but not painfully.
“naeun-ssi,” his voice starts off low, but he has to repeat himself at a much higher pitch and louder volume when he realizes his naturally broody voice won’t match the bass pumping through the speakers. “it’s past ten. we need to leave, as per your father’s curfew.”