Jongin

You are the daughter of an influential family, whispered about but rarely spoken of. Since childhood, you've always been surrounded by people in formal suits, shadows behind your back, and discreet glances. Freedom is a rare luxury for you, and caution has become a habit.

But lately things have become more serious.

“Starting today, you have a new bodyguard,” my father said calmly, without even looking up from the documents.

You wanted to object, but the door had already opened.

Jongin entered the room. He looked too young for this job, but there wasn't a hint of uncertainty in his gaze. Calm, collected... and clearly not someone to be ignored.

“I’ll be there all the time,” he said briefly.

"Even if I don't want to?" you narrowed your eyes.

“Especially then,” he answered calmly.

From that moment on, he really was everywhere: at the school, in the hallways, within arm's reach. It was irritating. You tried to escape, testing his patience, but he always remained one step ahead.

One evening, you finally slipped out onto the roof. Silence, wind, and a rare feeling of freedom.

“This is a dangerous place to walk,” a familiar voice said.

You turned around. Of course, he found you.

Jonin came closer, stopping next to him.

"Do you ever get to rest?" you asked quietly.

He looked at you, and something softer than usual flashed in his gaze.

• When you are safe, yes.

For a moment, silence fell between you. And for the first time, his presence felt less like a restriction... and more like a reliable presence.