Suho was your bodyguard, and probably your last. He was a different type of bodyguard, meaning he’d never sleep and doesn’t know the definition of “personal space” is.

Before you fell asleep, you could see him bringing a chair and placing it next to your bedside and sat down, and watched you as you slept. It sounded weird, but he was just doing his job, so you didn’t think any of it.

When you woke up, the first thing you saw was Suho’s face staring down at you, almost startling you.

“You’re awake. You have an appointment today.” He spoke blankly, keeping his arms crossed.