Fight for You | JJK

05

Jungkook mulls over the way your face dropped when he rejected your request. He was being honest in saying that it made him feel uncomfortable, primarily because he'd rarely done that in his past assignments. Or more accurately, he'd never been asked. He was always on alert when his clients were out for a meal and when they were in the residence, he could only eat when they were finished.

His client's safety is always the priority; his needs come after, that's the principle. He's hired to protect, not to be a friend. He's here to do a job and that doesn't require eating lunch with you alone at your office.

You don't seem to mind the rejection though, as the rest of the week goes by smoothly, with you still trying to engage him in conversation and him giving you one-word responses. He's unsure why you do, as you seem busy enough with work and your social events and designer clothes to talk to him in the car or when he's tailing you. And you clearly have far too many friends who are much more interesting than he is.

He notices the way you try to look him in the eyes, though, barely tiptoeing with your stilettos and trying to catch his gaze, which he's good at avoiding. While you seem friendly by nature based on how you engage with every person you meet, your voice seems to increase in pitch when you talk to him and he definitely didn't miss the way you'd bitten your lip when he said that he'd been professionally trained by the agency but that he works out everyday to maintain his physique, as he's required to.

You still go to the same cafe before work, and it's on his fourth day on the job when he convinces you to change up your daily routine by looking for other coffee shops to go to. You still insist on getting him his coffee and pastries. You had also instructed Mr. Sim to pick him up and take him back to his apartment everyday.

"How can you protect me if you're sick from the cold, Jeon? Or from some accident when you're on the bus or walking to my place?" You'd said.

He'd argued that he can get in an accident even if Mr. Sim drives for him, prompting you to point out that by the same logic, you shouldn't have a bodyguard but you still do. He didn't really have a choice but to agree.

Jin is convinced that you have a little crush on Jungkook, which he rolls his eyes at. It's not a thought he wants to dwell on, given that if he had a choice, he really wouldn't detail you.

You're always talking and laughing. It's often with Lia, whom he's learned is a friend of yours from high school, as you're always on the phone talking about the latest gossip, or your next shopping trip in Europe, or the next weekend getaway, or an upcoming party of some celebrity, or some gala that you need a custom gown for.

He wonders how you have all the time in the world when you literally run an entire department, or so he thinks. It's all so superficial and it shouldn't surprise him anymore because he's seen and heard these things before from those college and high school kids he used to protect. You don't seem to be any different.

"Fuck, Jin. I'd rather lose all rights to use any gym equipment than entertain her," Jungkook had laughed then.

But he'd meant it. It's not hard to figure you out. And from what he already knows about you several days in, he doesn't really want to learn more.

**

"You're beautiful, sweetie," Mrs. Hwang affirms you for the fifth time from across your walk-in closet, as she arranges the clothes she's just picked up from the dry-cleaners. "You always are."

"You're my second mother, you're required to say that," you laugh, as you put on your sapphire earrings to complete your look for tonight - a satin dress that's sexy but sophisticated enough for a birthday celebration with your friends.