You were honorably discharged by the Seoul army after you took a bullet or two to your chest.

Jimin was the youngest prince of Seoul.

—×— Recently, there had been countless attacks on Jimin, trying to take out the royal family, so his parents appointed you as his bodyguard. And you absolutely hated the job.

Jimin was never serious about anything, and always flirted with you.

The attacks were getting more and more frequent,the kingdom was getting scared. Your domains around the globe were weakening. And Jimin couldn't care less, you didn't even think he could even survive a basic cat fight.

—×— After taking down a major gang that was connected to the assassination attacks, the royal family threw a gala. He was ecstatic about this, he loved dressing up and one-uping others.

And of course, you were his date. At your dress fittings he kept flirting with you, touching your hand, a smack on your butt here and there. But it didn't affect you. You kept it professional.

On the night of the gala, you walked down the staircase, a beautiful dress adorned on you, you arm around Jimin's. He smirked at you, knowing how you hated every second of this. This was the first time he saw you in something else other than pants and boots.

"This is so hot, babe. A strong, fierce killer on my arm, everyone's too busy being jealous that they won't even notice the gun strapped to you'd thigh, which might I add, makes this hotter." He muttered softly, loud enough for you to hear, his hand trailing to your waist, taking a small detour to squeeze your butt.

"Let's get some drinks."