Since everyone loved the orginal, it's time we take it up a notch and make it into a sequel!
With so many twists and turns with your favorite idols, nothing is ever boring in KPOP world! So hold your breath and take a love dive!
A/N: I was going to do something totally different, but I fucking overslept so I had to do this quick and easy. So let's get started with this!
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One of my favorite things to do when I was stressed and travelling was go to a bookstore. Even with the prevalence of e-readers, which I had as well, I preferred old fashioned paper and ink. Something about wandering around, looking at displays, and hefting thick books in my hands centered me.
Long ago I'd learned that this type of excursion was torture for all but one of my guards, Chansung.
(A/N: Wow..... what a fucking pic.)
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So he was my usual companion on such trips. If it was a generally secure location, he'd wander an aisle or two away at times to look for books of his own.
Often I could be found in the Fantasy section or History. The areas he frequented were philosophy and photography. Loaded down with an armful of different worlds and wonders, I discovered he was leafing through a book on landscapes.
"What's that?" Peering at the book he was holding I took a second to look at the picture. "Yours are better."
He chuckled, "I don't know about that."
"I do. I may not take pictures but I've got a good eye for them." Nodding toward the book I continued, "These are pretty pictures but there's no...life in them. No soul. Not like yours."
Smiling bashfully, yet clearly proud at my praise, he set the book back on the shelf. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah. Nothing for you tonight?"
"No luck."
"It's going to be a long flight tomorrow."
"I still have a couple books stashed for emergencies."
That he squirreled away books for lean times was part of his charm that I'd fallen under. Although it was against my better judgement, my heart didn't really care what my brain said. I couldn't help who he was or that he was under my employ. Chansung was just himself and that's what drew me in.
What wasn't clear was how he felt about me. The two of us had become friendly, talking during the long hours of nothing that happened sometimes. Topics could be anything from food to thoughts on the nature of the soul. The two of us just clicked.
The night I was accosted was your fault, really. He had been driving and after he parked I was supposed to wait for him to get my door after he made sure the area was clear. In a hurry and growing lax from fatigue I hopped out of the car on my own.
Someone was hiding behind a row of hedges. They sprung out and charged me before I could even call for Chansung. The man spun me around so my back was to him and pressed a knife to my throat.
"Tell me the code." He growled in my ear.
"N-no."
The man grabbed a handful of my hair and shook my head hard. I felt the tip of the knife prick the underside of your jaw. "It wasn't a request."
