Changbin

As the daughter of a very influential man, you were literally suffocating under total control.
Your only escape was sneaking out of the house, but your father finally had enough and assigned a personal bodyguard to you.

That bodyguard turned out to be Changbin. Powerful, composed, and damn stubborn. He followed you literally every step of the way, monitoring your every move, and it was driving you insane.

One day, you decided to go on a shopping spree. Changbin, naturally, tagged along, silently following you through the mall. It infuriated you beyond belief that you even had to go to the lingerie fitting room under his supervision. Seizing a moment while Bin was distracted for a second in the crowd, you bolted toward the escalator and dove into the first service corridor you could find.

Your latest escape was a success... for exactly five minutes.
Out of breath and genuinely proud of yourself, you ran out into the square near the mall and sank onto an empty bench.
But before you could even catch your breath, a familiar broad figure silently sat down beside you.

With absolute composure, Changbin leaned back against the bench, draped his arm over the wooden slats behind your head, and, glancing at you with a slight, teasing smirk, asked quietly:
"Done? Had enough running?"