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Chapter 1: Another Bodyguard
Heejun likes to think he’s a cooperative person, a thought that his father strongly disagrees with. With his body sprawled across the expensive black couch Heejun stares lazily at his father’s look of disdain.
“Four bodyguards quit in a week.” His father whispers in frustration and annoyance.
Heejun twirls the string on his hoodie in boredom, “A new record.” he says expressionlessly to his father standing a few feet away from him.
Heejun’s father puts his hands on his hips and starts tapping his feet in frustration, a gesture too familiar to Heejun.
“Oh Heejun you are not five why are you causing so much trouble to these bodyguards?”
Heejun sits up straight on the couch and with a mocking voice he answers, “You are right father I'm not a five-year-old but I am a ‘rebellious’ twenty-year-old boy and the bodyguards you hire can't keep up with my youth.”
His father’s raises his eyebrows.
“The last man you hired had gray hair and a pot belly. A POT BELLY. I'm a young man father you can’t hire a fifty-year-old bodyguard to tie me down. That is insulting to my youth.”
His father’s eyebrows rose higher, “These men aren't supposed to ‘tie you down’ they are supposed to protect you.”
“Quit being a mafia boss then maybe that would keep me safe.”
“Heejun now you are being childish. I hired a new bodyguard and you will listen to him and follow what he says, it's for your own safety.”
Heejun slumps back into the couch again with a groan, “Fine bring the old man in.”
His father rolls his eyes “Kim Youjin you may come in.”
As Heejun hears the door open and footsteps enter the room he didn't even bother to look up. His father cleared his throat to catch his son’s attention. Expecting an old man to be standing in front of him Heejun was pleasantly surprised when his eyes landed on his new bodyguard.
The man was tall. Heejun considers himself to have a decent amount of height but this man seems to tower over him. The man’s legs seem to extend for meters. He was wearing black jeans and a simple black shirt, a killer combination. The black shirt seemed a big tight as the muscles of the man’s body seem to tease Heejun through its tight fit, showing some but leaving the rest to imagination.
As Heejun’s eyes rose from the body to the other's face, he feels his own face slightly heat up. Sharp nose, high cheekbones and taunting yet gentle slanting eyes caused Heejun’s heart to beat faster than normal.
Damn he’s handsome.
This man seemed to be only a few years older than him, a big contrast to Heejun’s older bodyguards who were practically old enough to be his grandfather. The man had a straight face and was looking straight ahead, his hands behind his back and his legs slightly spread. Yet, as though he felt Heejun’s eyes roaming on him like he was a piece of meat, the man begins to stiffen in his posture.
“Kim Youjin, meet my son Oh Heejun. I believe he is only a few years your junior. I will leave you two to your introduction.”
His father leaves in hurry, Heejun for the millionth time in his life glad for his absence. Heejun continued to undress the other with his eyes, while the other continued to stare straight ahead at nothingness.
Noting the stiffened and awkward body posture, it wasn’t far fetched to say the man was new at his job. Adding his age to the factor, it was quite possible that Oh Heejun was the man’s first client.
A newbie huh, well he will be easy to play around with.
Heejun sits up straight on the couch and introduces himself, “Name is Oh Heejun, but you can just call me Heejun. 96 liner and an arts student. How about you?”
The man slowly opens his mouth and in a quiet but deep voice that seemed like warm honey he answers, “Kim Youjin, born on 1993, pleased to be in your service.”
And just like that the man did a full 90-degree bow. Heejun had to refrain himself from giggling.
Such a newbie.
The man returns to his original position and stares at the nothingness ahead, like a soldier waiting for his next command.
Heejun clears his throat to catch the other’s attention and motions with his fingers for Youjin to come closer. Youjin looks at the other in alarm.
Slowly but hesitatingly Youjin walks forward until he was at least a meter away from Heejun.
Heejun continues to motion with his fingers to move closer.
Youjin moves closer and closer until Heejun’s head was not even five centimeters away from Youjin’s stomach.
Youjin was definitely not looking at the other now, this time due to embarrassment rather than respect.
Heejun takes his forefinger and pokes Youjin harshly on the stomach.
Youjin steps back in surprise, his face red with embarrassment and shock.
With his wide grin Heejun says in a sing song voice, “You’re cute ~”
Youjin blushed harder, his eyes filled with nervousness and confusion of the absurdity in the situation.
Yup definitely cute.