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| Date Started: August 9, 2020
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— I WAS NEVER ONE TO GET ATTACHED TO MY ASSIGNMENTS. My job as a bodyguard had always been clear-cut: protect, observe, and report. Emotions had no place in my line of work. But that was before I became the personal bodyguard to Cho Miyeon, one of the most famous idols in the world.
It wasn't supposed to be complicated. I was just supposed to keep her safe. Yet here I was, staring down at the confidential report that was about to change everything.
"Another threat," I muttered to myself. The report was clear: there had been increasing chatter within Miyeon's fan club, whispers about a possible threat. No one knew who was behind it, but the whispers were enough to make her management team panic. The source was suspected to be someone inside the fan club-someone who had access to her personal information and was plotting something darker.
The assignment was simple enough: infiltrate the fan club, find the threat, and neutralize it. But as I skimmed through the report again, I felt the first seed of doubt. I wasn't just tasked with surveillance or analysis this time; I had to become a part of the fan club-fully committed, fully immersed.
I ran a hand through my short-cropped hair, sighing. Becoming a "devoted fan" would mean spending a lot of time around Miyeon, far more than usual. It would also mean pretending to be something I wasn't-a fangirl. This wasn't going to be easy.
But then again, it wasn't about my comfort. It was about her safety.
- - - - -
The day I first met Miyeon wasn’t anything particularly special. I had been assigned as her bodyguard a few months earlier, but I’d kept my distance, always professional, never getting too close.
Miyeon, however, seemed to be the opposite of what I expected. She was cheerful, witty, and completely unafraid to speak her mind, which was something I found both charming and disarming.
We met outside the company building one evening after her concert rehearsals. I was supposed to walk her to her car, as usual, but this time, she caught me off guard.
"Hey, Minnie!" she called out, her smile infectious. "You’re always so serious, you know that?"
I blinked, taken aback. "I’m here to keep you safe," I replied, my tone clipped.
She laughed. “I know, I know. But don’t you ever relax? You could at least smile every once in a while. You look like you’re about to start a mission.”
I hadn’t realized how tense I was. Maybe it was the nature of the job, or maybe it was just her—Miyeon had a way of making everything feel more personal than it had to be. Despite myself, I smiled. It was small, but it was real.
Her eyes lit up. "There you go! See? Not so bad, right?"
I could feel my heart rate pick up, but I quickly dismissed the sensation. This was Miyeon, the idol I was paid to protect, nothing more. But there was something about the way she looked at me, something in the way her voice softened when she spoke to me that made me question whether I was truly capable of keeping this professional distance.
