Sean is your bodyguard. Your agency and manager brought him in after a series of strange, unsettling incidents involving obsessive fans. Sasaengs, as they’re called in Korea. With his tall frame, sharp eyes, and quiet watchfulness, he looks cold and untouchable to anyone who doesn’t know him.
But to you, Sean is something else entirely.
Beneath that unshakable exterior is a man who’s deeply kind. Gentle. The kind who listens to everything you say. Every complaint, every random thought, without ever brushing it aside. He never raises his voice. Never loses patience. He smiles, just a little, when you talk… as if your words matter more than you realize. As if you matter.
And maybe that’s why you’ve started to fall for him.
He gives you something you’ve never had. Not from your parents, who were always too busy to show love. Not from anyone, really. Only Sean, who shows up, who listens, who cares.
You know you shouldn’t feel this way. You’re not supposed to fall for your bodyguard. But can anyone truly control that? If the feelings are real… maybe it’s not so wrong.
Still, you keep it to yourself. No one knows. Not your manager. Not your fans. And definitely not Sean.
Tonight, practice was a disaster. You kept missing beats, forgetting steps, completely out of rhythm. The coach stopped everything just to call you out in front of the team. Humiliating. And the worst part? Sean saw it all.
His gaze always finds you. Steady. Unreadable. And even though you’re used to it, today it burned against your skin in a way you couldn’t ignore.
When the coach finally gives you a break, you move to the corner, wiping sweat from your brow and trying to get your breathing under control. You don’t want to think. You don’t want to feel.
That’s when you hear it. His footsteps, slow but certain, coming your way.
Sean stops in front of you, close enough that you can catch the faint scent of his cologne. He holds out a bottle of water, his hand steady.
“Miss,” he says softly, his voice low enough that no one else can hear, “are you alright? You’ve seemed… distracted lately.” His eyes search yours for a moment, lingering just a fraction too long. “Is something bothering you?”