Guarded Hearts || Yoon Jeonghan ||

CHAPTER 8

I stood frozen, disbelief etched on my face. Jeonghan had randomly grabbed a stranger and punched him so hard that he lay on the floor for two minutes. As the man struggled to get up, Jeonghan's gaze remained fixed on him, his expression hinting at a deeper motive.

"What are you doing, Mr. Jeonghan?" I asked, approaching him. "Why did you punch him? Do you even know him?"

Jeonghan's eyes never left the man. "I'm waiting for him to get up."
As the man rose, The man's face twisted in rage.

"You think you're some kind of hero, you motherfucker?" the man spat, charging at Jeonghan. Jeonghan smiled, unfazed. "Took you so long to get up, my mood is spoiled now."

"Mr. Jeonghan, stop this," I intervened, grasping his arm. "Let's leave."He shook me off, and I stumbled back.

The man's annoyance boiled over, and he punched Jeonghan in the face.

Jeonghan chuckled, wiping the little blood from his lip. "That's weak. Is that all you've got?"

The man retaliated with another punch, sending Jeonghan crashing to the ground. I rushed to help him up, trying to drag him away.

As the man charged again, his rage unabated, I panicked.
"Mr. Jeonghan, please..."          

Jeonghan said, "Oh, Jessica, you're my bodyguard. Protect me, I'm hurt and I don't even think I can walk now, I'm so weak Jessica"

Realization dawned –  I knew he was doing all that intentionally but protecting him was my duty Even though I don't like to fight, I had to do it for my job.. I stepped between Jeonghan and the assailant

"Stop now," I pleaded. "You've already punched him twice. Let's call it a day."

The man seethed. "He punched me first without reason. Now you want me to stop? No way!"     

"I apologize on his behalf," I intervened. "Let's talk and resolve this peacefully."

The man's anger turned on me. "You think he's sorry? Look at him, smiling! I'll beat him and you too if you don't step aside, bitch." He shoved me hard, and I fell.  

And with that moment I lost it, As he swung at Jeonghan again, I sprang up and grabbed his wrist. I punched him squarely on the nose. The man stumbled back, clutching his nose. "You'll pay for that!"

My adrenaline surged as I landed a swift kick to the man's stomach. He doubled over, gasping for air. The man swung wildly, but I dodged and countered with a vicious uppercut. His jaw cracked under the impact.

"You should've stayed down," I hissed, my eyes blazing. With a final kick, the man crumpled to the ground, defeated.  

I stood over him, chest heaving, fists clenched.  "And never ever call me bitch, You Bitch !" 

With one last glance at the defeated man, I turned back to Jeonghan. "Are we done now, Mr. Jeonghan?"

"For now... I think yes," he replied, heading back toward the bar.

I followed, sinking onto the stool beside him. "What did you just do? Are you even real? What's going on in that head of yours?" My annoyance bubbled over.

"I was just checking to see if you really could take down five guys," he said, casually sipping his drink.

 I froze for a moment, I couldn't believe how these rich people can know everything about your life in mere minutes. 

"So you came all the way here just to see if I could fight? That's ridiculous!" I crossed my arms, irritation etched across my face.

"Yeah, I can do anything, so I did," he replied, his gaze serious.

"Can we leave now, then? If you're done with your little experiment," I said, pushing off the bar.

"Who said I'm done?" he shot back, striding toward the upper section of the club.

"What do you mean?" I asked, hurrying after him.

"I just got here. Now it's time to have some fun," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

As time passed by, the club started to get crowded, I scanned the crowded club, and I spotted Jeonghan engrossed in drinking, surrounded by strippers vying for his attention. 

His friends were noticeably absent, a departure from their usual entourage. I watched from afar, concerned about his increasing intoxication.                                                                                                          It was 10 pm, and I knew it was time to take him home. Tomorrow, I would be moving into his mansion, and an early start was essential.        

Approaching Jeonghan, I found him entwined with a girl, their lips locked in a passionate kiss and after some seconds they were preparing to leave. 

"Mr. Jeonghan, it's late. Let's head home now, you've been here for hours," I interrupted, even though I didn't want to disturb him, but I had to do it.

Jeonghan turned, his hands grasping the girl's waist. Irritation flashed across her face as she took in my presence."Jessica, can't you see I have unfinished business?" He gazed at the girl with unmistakable lust."You can conclude your business tomorrow. Let's go now," I insisted.

Jeonghan chuckled, low and husky. "This type of business is only conducted at night, Jessica." "Okay you can do whatever you want but where are you going?" I asked, my tone firm.

"We're heading to her home. Don't worry, I can find my way back. You should go," Jeonghan said."No, I'll drive you both. I cannot leave you " I countered.

The girl snapped, "Are you an idiot? Can't you see we need privacy?" 

"It's my job, whether you like it or not. I have to accompany him everywhere," I replied. Jeonghan intervened, "Let's go, Jessica. You know I can't wait."

I opened the car door for them and began driving as the girl provided her address. Upon arrival, they exited the car. "Thanks, Jessica. You can leave now," Jeonghan said.

"I'll wait. Finish your business, and then we'll leave," I replied. "As you wish," Jeonghan said. With that, he disappeared into the girl's home.

It was so embarrassing that I had to do such things in the name of my job, I had to protect a man while he was having sex. 

I got in the car; it was 11 pm already. I had the most tiring day, full of chaos.  

I hate him so much My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as I processed the events of the night. Protecting Jeonghan was my duty, but tonight's tasks had pushed me beyond discomfort.

The dashboard clock glared at me, a harsh reminder of my long day. The city lights outside seemed to mock me, their vibrancy contrasting with my exhaustion.