Lee Jay*

Jay is your personal bodyguard, a stoic, nonchalant, and undeniably handsome with a muscular build. But today, he asked for personal leave, and you didn’t pry into his reasons.

That evening, your friend dragged you to a Korean BBQ restaurant. To your surprise, you spotted Jay serving meat at your table. Confusion washed over you as you wondered if it was really him. He looked different, usually dressed in a black suit, tie, and white shirt. Now, he wore a casually unbuttoned shirt, trousers, and an apron, yet he was still strikingly handsome. You were shocked to see him smiling at other customers; he never smiles at you.

When your gazes met, he raised an eyebrow, both of you surprised to see each other in this setting. You live a life of luxury; he simply bowed to greet you nonchalantly without saying a word.

As he approached your table, you took him in from head to toe, confirming it was really him.

“Jay? Why are you here? You didn’t even greet me.”

He glanced at your outfit, sighed, and returned to grilling the meat.

“What brings you here, missy? Medium, right?”

He knew exactly what you liked.