❝We only have one mission. To protect you for the rest of our life, and kill whoever touches you.❞
Bangtan Bodyguards thought they only need to accomplish that one mission when the most powerful chaebol in South Korea, Bang Shihyuk, hired them to pr...
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"Fucking get off her, Kim Taehyung. Or I swear I will chong jojun balsa you."
Upon hearing the deep voice coming from your fully opened door, you accidentally pushed Taehyung by reflex, sending his heavy body crashing on the floor, creating a painful thud. You ignored the painful groan and profanities coming out of his mouth as you fixed your eyes at the man standing by the door.
Actually, you weren't staring at him—you were rather staring at the gun in his hands.
Without realizing, you brought your bed sheets closer to your body, as if the simple fabric had the powers to protect you from any danger.
Upon seeing your frightened expression, Yoongi lowered his hands and placed back his gun somewhere under his suit jacket.
"I apologize for startling you. It was not my intention," He stated, but his voice that sounded so cold and frightening a few seconds ago suddenly sounded a bit softer.
You could only nod and look away, suddenly feeling tired. These bodyguards did not only have their eyes on you during the day, but also during the night, even when you were deep into dreamland.
Footsteps made their way towards you and you look up alarmed when you saw the young man sit on the edge of the bed. "Try to get some sleep."
Taehyung stood next to the bed, watching the scene. You positioned yourself comfortably, your eyes averted from the boys as Yoongi pulled the covers on your body.
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Another day follows, and this morning, you had spent a bit more time preparing yourself to look better.
Finally, being a student, one of your innocent dreams was to fall in love. Getting into a relationship was a foreign subject to you as you had never spoken a word about it with anybody. Being homeschooled and having your father's people looking after you prevented you from bonding with other people of your age, so getting into a relationship was something that your father wouldn't worry about.
Thus, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror in your walk-in closet before deciding that you looked good enough.
You could only hope that your bodyguards wouldn't restrain you from talking to any boy— that is if any boy had the guts to approach you while ignoring the cold looks of the men in suits surrounding you all day long.
Oddly enough, right after your lecture, somebody came to stop you from getting any further. It was... a boy. Somebody that you didn't know, but heck, he was absolutely gorgeous.
