Sungho stood by your side, shielding you from the flashing lights of the paparazzi. As they hounded you with their cameras, he pushed them back with a firm hand, guiding you towards the safety of your car. He opened the door for you to get inside before getting into the driver's seat.

"Those people," he muttered darkly as he started the engine. "They don't have the decency to respect someone's personal space." His scowl only deepened as they continued to swarm around your car.