They made their way downstairs, Sana eagerly grasping on when Jihyo held out a hand for her to hold. It was discreet, their joined hands slightly hidden by the sleeves of their windbreakers and jackets, but it still meant a lot to the two of them. And like Jihyo said earlier, that was all that mattered. Sana pulled out her phone to bring up her ride-hailing app, but was stopped by the younger girl. Jihyo pointed to a car parked in a lot not too far away, its blinkers flashing and letting out a beep when she reached into her pockets for the keys.
“You have a car? You drive?” Sana said, stunned. Johyo simply kept on walking them towards it cooly, answering with an unaffected yes.
“But this is a G-class.” She was standing in front of the hood, pointing and staring at the car blankly.
“Yes, sana-ssi, it’s a G-class. And?” Jihyo replied her, amused at her reaction.
“I know you’re not being underpaid or anything but damn, Park, how much do bodyguards make a month?” She let out a chuckle of disbelief, still unblinkingly looking at the behemoth of a vehicle and its blue and white logo.
“My last client was someone who has access to nuclear codes, so what do you think?” jihyo ushered her girlfriend into the passenger seat, pushing a button on the side to bring up the tinted layer that turned the clear windows into a barely-see through one. “You can close your mouth now, darling.” She said, tapping lightly on Sana's dropped jaw before closing the door for her.
“Oh so you’re saying I’m a downgrade from your previous client, is that it, Jihyo-ssi?” Sana said petulantly when Jihyo returned to the driver’s seat.
“I didn’t say that, Minatozaki Sana, besides, politicians are no fun to work with. I’d much prefer this.” She quipped, her voice dripping in sleaze at the end, making Sana shriek in response.
They arrived at a nearby restaurant after a short drive, the one that Jihyo initially intended to bring Sana to had all the madness not happened. She hopped out of the car to grab their dinners, including one for Momo, keeping sight of the car the whole time. They decided it was easier and safer if Sana had just stayed in the car, and Sana understood immediately when Jihyo apologised for having to lock the car doors anyway.
She returned to sana on the phone with Jungsu telling him that they’ve got their own transport back, and they started making their way to the company with the smell of food filling the car.
As soon as they showed up at the doors, Momo hurriedly ushered them to her small office, pulling up two more chairs around her table for them. They dug into their dinners while Momo ran them through everything they’ve missed.
The PR managers and her team have been following the social media pages since the incident happened, monitoring the main celebrity news sites to gauge the public response to the circulating videos and witness accounts. Apparently, the general opinion was split, with some people saying that the fan deserved her outrage, for being so inconsiderate with her actions, while some others thought that Sana was a respected celebrity that should never have caused this much of a commotion in public.
They ate in silence as they read the comments on Momo's computer, their appetites slightly diminished at how harsh some of these comments were. Momo was cursing under her breath as she played yet another video that was conveniently cut before it could capture the shot of Jihyo's injured arm, and with the person recording speaking so loudly that Sana couldn’t be heard telling off the girl for causing that scratch.
“No wonder the opinion is so split when these videos don’t even show what actually happened. It looked like Sana just randomly grabbed someone to yell at.” She was clearly upset, clicking too hard on her mouse to bookmark the video for their PR team’s attention.
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Let Me Protect You (Sahyo)
FanfictionPark Jihyo graduated at the top of her class at the bodyguard academy, but was grounded to desk duty after an incident. Her first job back in the field happened to be for an A-list actress, Minatozaki Sana , who rejected the very idea of her persona...