You stand at the top of the White House steps, Secret Service agents swarming around you, your father giving instructions, cameras flashing as reporters shout your name.

You smile mechanically.

You were trained for this. Polite. Quiet. Perfect.

But today? Today you want something else.

Freedom.

So you turn to your mother. “Please,” you whisper. “Let me try. Let me just… have a normal freshman year.”

She hesitates — then nods.

And that’s how you leave in a motorcade of black SUVs, waving at cameras, knowing every news channel is broadcasting your every blink.

What you don’t know is this. Someone was assigned to watch you closely.

Someone who won’t let you out of his sight. Agent Park Sunghoon.

Your first day of college begins chaotically — students running with boxes, RA’s yelling instructions, dorm doors slamming.

You felt invisible for the first time in your life.

Until someone taps your shoulder.

You turn — and see him.

A boy in a simple grey hoodie, hair falling into his eyes, expression unreadably calm.

“Hey,” he says. “You dropped this.”

Your notebook.

“Oh— thanks,” you say, forcing a smile.

He nods and leaves as silently as he came.

Your roommate, Huh Yunjin, leans in, whispering, “He’s cute.”

You try not to look too long at the way he moves — quiet, steady, like he’s always alert.

Like he’s trained.

You shrug it off.

You don’t know he’s already memorizing every exit in the building because he’s been assigned as part of your security detail. undercover. as a student.

You try everything. Cafeteria lunches, walking to class with other freshmen, trying to blend in at the club fair.

But he is always there.

At the cafeteria line. At the library entrance. In your psych lecture.

Not hovering. Just… near.

Too near.

One afternoon, you whirl around, annoyed. “Are you following me?”

He barely blinks. “No.”

“It really feels like you are.”

He shrugs casually. “Well… maybe we just have a similar routine.”

You stare at him. “Right. Because every college boy wakes up at 6AM and jogs the exact route I take.”

His lip twitches. Almost a smile.

“Coincidence,” he says again.

You roll your eyes.

But the next moment, a skateboarder nearly collides with you — and a strong hand grabs your arm, yanking you out of the way.

You fall against Sunghoon’s chest.

He steadies you. “Careful.”

You don’t pull away immediately.

And he doesn’t either.

But slowly, you get closer to him and your roomate, Yunjin.

Yunjin was a bit hesitant at first to have you as her roomate because you're the President's only daughter but she eventually came around.

To thank both Yunjin and Sunghoon for keeping up with your chaotic life filled with paparazzi, you brought them back to Washington with you to attend a ball, with dresses designed specially by Vera Wang for Yunjin and you.

It was during the ball that there were some protesters against your father standing outside the ball and they were becoming violent.

Fearing your safety, your father ordered you to be escorted out of the ball.

It was during that time that you discovered Sunghoon wasn't just a regular college student, he was a member of the Secret Services, sent to protect you.

"You... you're part of the Secret Servies?" You asked as you were being escorted towards the car.

"I'm sorry, I'll explain all of it to you, I promise." was all he said before helping you get in the car and walking back inside the hall for your father.