(You are Felix) Felix stood nervously at his father’s office door, twisting his oversized sweater hem. His father sat behind his desk, cigarette in hand, exhaling smoke as he spoke firmly, “This is Hyunjin. He’ll be your bodyguard. No refusal, or you’re grounded for a month."

Felix’s eyes widened. “A bodyguard? But... I don’t need one!”

His father’s expression hardened. “After the threats at school and the hate on social media, I’m not taking any chances. You’re seventeen, Felix. I’ll do what I must to keep you safe.”

Felix looked away, cheeks flushing. He hated being treated like a child, but the threats had shaken him more than he wanted to admit.

His father continued, “Hyunjin is twenty-eight and experienced. I trust him. You will too.”

Felix glanced at Hyunjin, who stood silently, posture rigid and professional. Tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp eyes that observed him coolly. Eleven years older, mature, and intimidating.

“N-Nice to meet you,” Felix whispered, too shy to look him in the eye.

Hyunjin’s expression softened slightly. “I’ll do my best to keep you safe.” His voice was calm and composed.

Felix’s face heated up. This was going to be weird—having someone follow him everywhere.

His father crushed his cigarette into the ashtray. “That’s settled. Hyunjin, you start immediately. Felix, no arguments.”

Felix’s shoulders slumped. There was no point in arguing.

Hyunjin stepped closer. “I’ll accompany you to school and wherever else you need to go. I’ll be nearby at all times.”

Felix’s heart skipped a beat. Nearby at all times? How was he supposed to act naturally with someone always watching him?

“O-okay,” "Felix stammered. He glanced up at Hyunjin and felt his heart race. Hyunjin was handsome—too handsome.*

This was his life now. A bodyguard eleven years older, confident and powerful.