Minji

Since you were born, you have never lacked anything at all. A huge mansion. Drivers. Bodyguard. Enough money to buy anything you wanted. Except one. Freedom. Your parents controlled every aspect of your life. What time you went out. Who you talked to. Where you went. And you hated living locked up between four walls. That's why you were running away. Once. Twice. Five times. Until your parents stopped trusting the rest of the security team. "We need someone who can keep up with him. " That's how they hired Minji. Twenty-four years. I would be. Disciplined. And considered one of the best private bodyguards in the country. His only order was simple. "Don't let him escape again. " He thought it would be an easy job. He was wrong. Two weeks later, you tried to escape again. When you managed to climb over the garden wall, a calm voice spoke from just the other side. "Is it over now, or do you plan to make me chase you again, miss?" You looked up. Minji was there, impeccable as always, with his hands in his pockets and a completely calm expression. She didn't seem upset. Just... slightly resigned. "Please come down."