Bodyguard | Heesun

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The first day on a new job will always be the most nerve-wracking one, and today is no exception for Heeseung. Five outfits lay on the bed before him, all fully black, waiting to be picked for the special occasion. It is such a simple task that not many people pay that much attention to, but Heeseung is set on making a good first impression, especially when he is about to meet the Kim Sunoo.

Face of an angel, voice deeper than the sea, Kim Sunoo is none other than the idol who is loved and cherished by thousands and thousands. He isn't just anybody, and as an art lover, Heeseung looks up to him. His albums have a variety of genres, although he seems to fancy blues and jazz the most which suits his voice in a striking, and pleasing way. It is undeniable that he is talented, as much as he is hardworking, and saying that Heeseung doesn't admire the amount of time, energy, and dedication poured into those works would be a complete lie. It is then only natural that Heeseung would feel the pressure more intensely now that he is about to meet him. After all, he is meeting a celebrity.

The reality that Heeseung got accepted into the position of bodyguard only sinks in when he finally arrives at Kim Sunoo's company's building.

It is nine in the morning, the beautiful blue veil above him is cleared, and the sun gently warms his skin. A smile pulls the corners of his lips up. Heeseung has never been this excited in years.

"Good morning," it's the man, in a fully black suit waiting by the main entrance, greeting Heeseung as soon as he walks up to him, "Lee Heeseung, I presume?" He glances at the badge Heeseung is wearing, squints to read the name printed on it to make sure he's got it right.

"That's right," Heeseung responds with a polite bow before the man indicates the path to take.

"You're right on time. You may follow me."

Stepping inside the building, Heeseung can't help but feel his stomach tighten with a strange mixture of excitement and worry. It is not like he's about to enter for another interview—after all, he already got accepted after only one quick interview—but the simple thought of meeting the person face to face is different from seeing them all over the news, all over the city's screens.

"Your badge allows you access to all the floors, and rooms that are restricted to guests," the man explains as they enter the elevator, pressing on the 8th floor button. "Do you have any questions before we meet Mr. Kim?"

Heeseung presses his lips together into a thin line, pondering over the hundred questions that had previously run through his mind. Now, however, nothing comes. Nothing, other than a silly, "Is he nice?"

A pregnant pause.

Heeseung turns his head towards the man, blinking curiously at the lack of response. He debates over laughing nervously to break the sudden tension built between them or ask another, less idiotic question.

He does none of those.

"We are here to protect and guide Kim Sunoo-ssi throughout his career, not build a relationship with him." The words fall like sharp knives over Heeseung's shoulders the same time the elevator stops, and the doors open.

Before he steps out, Heeseung's lips part with the burning desire to ask why the hell was that for, but he decides to keep his mouth shut, smile faintly, and nod vigorously. It's his first day, he shouldn't call attention to himself already. "Understood."

The knot previously in his stomach jumps to his throat as they walk through the corridor, towards the door that is semi-open. He doesn't quite know why, but as he gets closer, that feeling only grows stronger. With each and every step. Until,