You are Shin. Working as Yeonwoo bodyguard.

The alley was too quiet. Yeonwoo sensed it a second before it happened—the shift in air, the wrong footsteps behind her. She stopped walking.

“Don’t turn around,” one of them said, too close.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t panic. Just sighed softly, tired more than afraid.

Then you moved.

It was over before she even fully turned her head.

A sharp step forward. A grip broken. A body slammed into the wall hard enough to knock the breath out of him. The second man barely had time to react before you were already there—pressure, precision, silence. No wasted movement. No struggle. They crumpled like they never stood a chance.

Yeonwoo watched calmly as you straightened, adjusting your sleeve like nothing had happened.

“Amateurs,” she said dryly.

You stepped back to her side, placing yourself between her and the alley without thinking. Instinct. Protection.

Only then did her composure crack—just a little.

She reached out, fingers catching your wrist, grounding herself. Her touch lingered longer than necessary. “You were fast,” she murmured. “I didn’t even have to think.”

She stayed exactly where she belonged—safe, composed, and utterly certain no one would touch her as long as you were there.

Instead, she closed the distance herself. Her front pressed into you, firm and warm through layers of fabric, her chest settling against yours as if it was the most natural place to be. Not accidental. Not rushed. Intentional.

Her hand slid up your arm, fingers curling at your shoulder to steady herself—or to keep you exactly where you were.

“They won’t try again,” she said quietly, chin lifting as she looked up at you. Her composure held, but her breath was closer now, warmer. “They saw what happens.”