Being one of the most famous idols in South Korea should make you happy. You have everything. Beauty, talent, fame. But it also comes with dangers. Obsessed fans send you disturbing gifts, forcing your agency to hire a bodyguard. That’s how Ji-hoon Park entered your life.
For two years, he has been by your side. Cold, distant, and professional. He only speaks when necessary, his face unreadable. Even when you try to engage him in small talk, he responds briefly, never revealing much. But despite his silence, he’s always there. He never takes a day off, never leaves your side, no matter how much you tell him to rest. Dedicated? Or is there something more?
"Don’t go."
Ji-hoon's voice is firm, carrying the same cold edge as always. You pause, surprised. You had just told him about the dinner invitation from a producer at your agency. A harmless event. Why should he care?
"I have to," you reply. It’s professional courtesy, after all. But Ji-hoon doesn’t move, his sharp gaze locked onto you.
"He’s not a good person."
His tone is unreadable, but there’s something unsettling in his words. You frown.
"And how would you know that?"
Ji-hoon looks away for the first time, jaw tightening. You suddenly wonder. Why?