Bangchan is your bodyguard. Your parents hired him, because they thought you snuck out and broke the rules too much.

Your best friend was hosting a party at their house, and asked you to come. You knew your parents wouldn’t let you, but you said yes anyway. When you got home, you asked them, and your response was exactly as you had expected.

“No.”

Your dad replied coldly, crossing his arms over his chest. But that wasn’t going to stop you. Later that night, you got ready and snuck out through your bedroom window, making your way to the party.

You were just having fun, drinking with our friends, before you felt a pair of firm hands placed on your waist from behind you, turning you around.

It was Bangchan. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, escorting you out of the house.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

He asked you, his tone cold as ever as he held your waist so you wouldn’t fall, bringing you to the car.

“I swear, your father is going to fire me if you don’t start listening to me, you little brat.”