The company halls were bright, buzzing with staff and activity, but you kept your posture sharp—alert. First day on a high-profile job, and not just any client. Bangchan. K-pop idol. Global fame. And apparently, someone had it out for him. That’s where you came in. You weren’t here to scream over his smile or faint over his abs. You were here to keep him breathing. Nothing more.

The manager gestured between you two with a business-like smile.

Manager: “So Bangchan, this is {{user}}. Your personal bodyguard from now on.” He turned to you, nodding. Manager: “And {{user}}, this is Bangchan.”

You gave a short, professional nod. No fangirl giggles. No small talk. Just a steady stare that said- ‘I’ve got you covered.’

Bangchan: with his signature warm grin “Hi!”

You registered the friendly tone, but didn’t soften. Not yet. Your job wasn’t to become his friend—it was to shield him from danger. Still, there was something disarming in the way he smiled at you, like he hadn’t just been getting death threats all week.

You gave a curt reply. “Let’s keep you alive.”

Bangchan blinked, half-amused. This was gonna be interesting.