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Operation: Guard the Boss (Catch Feelings: Optional?) by Reverik
Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band)
14 Jun 2025
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Gunwook stares at the password machine– completely wrecked. Green vertical lines flickered across the screen, and the 2 and 5 keys nearly dislodged.
He glanced down at the wasp– crushed beneath his fist.
Behind him, there’s only silence. Ricky didn’t shout like Gunwook expected. He was too stunned to speak, just gaping and pointing wordlessly at the keypad.
"I...I'm sorry," Gunwook finally said, without even turning around.
"You broke the keypad."
"The wasp‐"
"You broke our only way into the apartment."
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Gunwook takes up his first bodyguard gig and things do NOT go according to plan -
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Just how was he going to be able to handle being a bodyguard? He looked like he would say sorry if he bumped into an inanimate object.
“Tteoki has seen worse,” Gunwook deadpanned.
He raised an eyebrow, “Like what? Getting locked out of its house because you broke his lock?”
Gunwook opened his mouth. Then closed it, looking away.
Ricky paused. "You actually did that?”“There’s only one. I can take the floor.”
Ricky looked around. “Where? There’s no room.”
“I could sleep sitting up?” Gunwook offered. “Like a very noble bodyguard.”
Ricky stared.
“Okay, bad idea,” Gunwook muttered.
Ricky sighed, standing up. “It's big enough for both of us.”
Gunwook looked up in surprise. “You’re okay with sharing?”
“It’s a bed,” Ricky said, voice flat. “We’re not twelve.”
Gunwook dried his hands, trying to act casual despite the way his ears had turned bright red. “Right. Just two adults. Sleeping. On opposite sides. Like professionals.”
Ricky narrowed his eyes. “What would non-professionals do?”
Gunwook opened his mouth. Closed it. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth.”“Why aren't you wearing the clothes I bought for you?”
"I didn’t want to get them dirty.”
Ricky crossed his arms. “That was the point. They’re travel clothes. For traveling.”
“I didn’t know if it was, like… a gift-gift,” Gunwook scratched the back of his neck, "or just a ‘sorry I got you stabbed’ gift.”
"I bought you three pairs of socks in your favorite colors. That’s not a guilt gift, that’s a curated outfit.”“Do you pretend you’re bad at bowling so your date will teach you?”
Hanbin blinked, red creeping up his ears. “Why would I pretend that? I’m actually bad at bowling.”
“Even better,” Hao hummed. “Authentic and adorable.”
Ricky sighed. “Stop flirting.”
“I’m not flirting,” Hao said innocently. “I’m building rapport.”
“You’re making him short-circuit.”“You think you’re better than everyone. Just because you have good shoulders and you… you have some height over me and with a face like a bodyguard.”
“I am your bodyguard,” Gunwook said, deadpan.
“Don’t get smart with me. That’s insubordination.”
“We’re leaving before you start reciting labor law.”“You were practically draped over him in the lobby. The staff thought he was your boyfriend.”
Gunwook made a small strangled sound.
Ricky turned fully to him, leaning forward. “Was I?”
Gunwook looked like he was actively considering slipping under the table.Gunwook, who had been trying to become one with his chair for the last ten minutes, looked up with a face that could only be described as a tragedy incarnate.
“Me?” he said, voice cracking.
“You’re free,” Hao said sweetly. “And Ricky seems very… attached to you lately.”
Gunwook nearly dropped his fork.
“I– I mean I could…if you really want me to–”
There it was again, the jittery energy, the flushed neck, the barely-held-together composure.
“Can you handle Minhyuk’s bullshit?”
Gunwook blinked. “I’ve never met him.”
“Great. Then you’ll be disillusioned fresh.”
Hanbin passed Gunwook a napkin like a ceremonial sword. “Good luck. He once pitched a hyaluronic acid mist that smells like bread.”
“I like bread,” Gunwook mumbled weakly.“You’re really good at spiraling. Have you considered doing it professionally?”
“Not helping.”
“Okay. Deep breath. You’ve done scarier things.”
“My boss kissed me while drunk and now I have to wear business casual to dinner like I wasn’t emotionally thrown into space last night.”
Gyuvin paused. “Fair.”
“I’m not going. I’ll tell them I caught a stomach bug.”
“You ate three pancakes and posted it.”
“I’ll fake sudden food poisoning.”
“Gunwook.”
“I’m gonna die.”
“You’re gonna be fine.”
“I kissed my drunk boss.”
“You got kissed by your drunk boss.”
“I think I liked it.”
Gyuvin didn’t respond right away. Finally, he said, “That’s the part you’re really spiraling about, huh?”Gunwook gave a short bow behind Ricky’s shoulder like he’d practiced.
Not a guest. Not a business partner. Just a shadow with good posture and bad nerves.Gunwook’s stomach twisted. His grip on the folded napkin tightened.
Ricky didn’t blink. “He’s a bodyguard. Not a prop.”
“Didn’t say he was.” Minhyuk smiled. “Just making conversation.”
“You want to talk business,” Ricky said, folding his arms, “we talk business. You want to play dress-up with my staff, we’re done.”His voice was already tightening with the dread that came from knowing he was in a fanfic setup and couldn't stop it.
“How are you still the same pain in the ass I left?”
“Because you left me with him,” Ricky shot back with a grin, “and I ended up happier than I’ve been in ages.”
That shut Jiwoong up.