The Bodyguard (An EXO Fanfiction)

I Don't Dance (Part One)

When I imagine Aria walking into a club, I can only imagine her walking in to 'Hello Bitches' by CL. She's such a badass that it only makes sense, but what song do you think would suit Aria at a club?

Anyway, enjoy perhaps the most interesting chapter...

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Promptly at eight I stood in the dress that Kris had chosen for me. It was cute, I guess, but shorter than I would have liked. My favorite part about it was that it showed off my shoulder muscles, to make sure no one would mess with me, and the injury that was healing on my arm.

I stood, nervously fidgeting in the living room as the guys all stared at me.

"Aria looks great." I heard Luhan say.

"I've never seen her dress like a girl before..." I heard Sehun say.

'What are they talking about, a girl doesn't need to dress up like one. Isn't being a girl good enough?' I thought. I spent a little while more feeling uncomfortable before I thought, 'What the heck is taking Kris so long?'

A minute later Kris walked out of his room, dressed in a suit, and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Wow Aria, you look beautiful!" He exclaimed, "I knew I had good taste in clothing."

"Thanks... I think."

He hooked his arm with mine, smiling at me like Prince Charming, "Ready to go?"

I nodded quickly, "Yes... I think I am." Though I was extremely uncomfortable.

"Don't be worried, okay? I'll be with you. Just let go and have fun."

I nodded quickly and exhaled, "Right, have fun."

After a rather traffic-plagued drive, Kris and I arrived outside of a rather expensive and exclusive looking restaurant. A huge line led outside.

"We're eating here?" I asked.

"Yep." He replied.

"Did you make a reservation?"

"Nope."

I nearly face palmed.

"Why wouldn't you make a reservation?" I scolded; every decent human being knows that you shouldn't show up to such a high-end restaurant without a reservation.

"Because, I'm Kris of EXO. I don't need a reservation." He smirked.

He took my hand and walked me to the front of the restaurant, people staring and snapping pictures as we passed.

The hostess looked at us with wide eyes.

"K-Kris... "

He flashed a disarming smile and then said, "I'm sorry, my manager forgot to make a reservation but I have my date with me here today and we were hoping it wouldn't be a problem..."

"No no, of course not! It's not a problem at all. Here, follow me." She said, grabbing two menus before leading us into the bustling restaurant.

Something about this place told me that it cost money for every single breath you took.

Eventually Kris and I were seated in a private area at the back of the restaurant where music was silently playing in the background and where we would not be disturbed by awkward people staring at us.

"What did I say? I told you I'd get us in." He bragged.

'Somehow I think I always knew it would work.' But I didn't want to tell him that.