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Gun returned home after a long day, feeling completely exhausted. He made his way to the couch and sank into it, sighing deeply. He reached for a pack of cigarettes, lit one up, and closed his eyes, trying to clear his head and relax.

Meanwhile, Y/N had just finished taking a shower and was getting dressed in a comfortable outfit. She put on a blouse, some panties, and shorts, and made her way to Gun. Y/N settled down next to Gun and asked, "So... how was work today?"

Gun let out a sigh and replied in a cold tone, "The same as always."

Y/N knew that Gun's job as a bodyguard for the HnH Group president and his daughter was a demanding one, so she didn't take his response personally. She was used to his cold and aggressive demeanor by now, but she still wanted to try and make him feel better.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Gun shrugged off her hand and muttered, "Just the usual stress and drama. You know how it is."

Y/N nodded sympathetically, "I can imagine. It must be tough dealing with all of that every day."

Gun took a long drag from his cigarette before responding, "It's a necessary evil. I need to keep them safe, no matter what."

Y/N leaned in closer to Gun and said, "I know you take your job seriously, but you need to take care of yourself too. You can't keep pushing yourself like this all the time."

Gun glanced at Y/N and softened his tone slightly, "I know you're right. Thanks for looking out for me."

Y/N smiled and squeezed his hand, "Of course. I care about you."

Gun turned to Y/N and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close, "I know you do. And I appreciate it more than you know."

Y/N couldn't resist teasing him a little and said, "Oh, do you now?" She tried to locate his eyes through his sunglasses, but they obscured his gaze.

Gun chuckled a bit, "Yes, I do." He shifted his sunglasses up to the top of his head, revealing his mesmerizing eyes. His eye whites were black, and his irises were white, with a large scar stretching between them.

Y/N was always fascinated by the scar and gently traced it with her finger. "Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

Gun shook his head, "Not anymore. It's a scar now after all, it's not a wound anymore."
Y/N gazed into Gun's mesmerizing eyes and asked, "Oh- right, but have you eaten something already? Should I order something?"

Gun shook his head, "No, I haven't eaten anything yet. But you don't have to worry about ordering food. I'll take care of it."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure? I don't mind ordering something."

Gun smiled, "I'm sure. I want to take care of my girl."

Y/N felt a flutter in her chest at his words. She knew that Gun had a tough personality, but he could be so sweet and caring when he wanted to be.

"Alright," she said with a smile. "What do you want to eat?"

Gun thought for a moment before replying, "How about some Thai food?"

Y/N nodded, "Sounds good to me. Do you want me to call in the order?"

Gun shook his head again, "No, I've got it covered. Just sit back and relax."

Y/N leaned back on the couch, she watched as he made the phone call, speaking to the person on the other end.

After he hung up, Gun turned to Y/N and said, "It'll be here in about thirty minutes."