The flashing cameras followed Jungkook like starving wolves.
"Jungkook! Over here!"
"Are the dating rumors true?!"
"Did you really reject that drama offer?"
"Jungkook, look this way!"
His head pounded.
The premiere had already drained every ounce of patience from him, and now reporters had cornered him outside the agency building with microphones shoved in his face. Security was nowhere useful. His manager wasn't answering calls. Someone even grabbed his sleeve.
That was the final straw.
"Move," Jungkook snapped, pushing through the crowd.
The cameras only multiplied.
Then suddenly-
A black car door swung open beside him.
A deep voice said calmly, "Get in."
Jungkook didn't think twice.
He ducked into the passenger seat just as the car sped away from the chaos.
For three whole seconds, silence filled the vehicle except for Jungkook's breathing.
Then he sighed dramatically and leaned back against the leather seat.
"Finally. God, reporters are terrifying."
The driver said nothing.
Jungkook turned toward him for the first time.
Tall.
Broad shoulders.
Sharp jawline.
Dark eyes focused on the road.
Annoyingly handsome.
Definitely one of those cold men who looked like they hated humanity.
Ah.
A fan.
Jungkook relaxed immediately.
"What...?" the driver asked slowly after noticing him staring.
Jungkook held out his hand casually. "Give me paper. And a pen too."
The man blinked.
"I'll give you an autograph," Jungkook continued generously. "And please don't make this too long. I'm in a really terrible mood."
Silence.
The man's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.
Jungkook frowned. "What? Don't you want my autograph?"
"No."
Jungkook stared.
"You're not my fan?"
"Absolutely not."
"...Then what are you?" Jungkook narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "A stalker?"
The car jerked slightly.
"A stalker?!" the man repeated incredulously.
"Well, you're not a fan..." Jungkook reasoned. "Not a stalker... then what are you? A lover?"
The man finally looked at him fully.
"With such a wild imagination," he said dryly, "why did you become an actor? Why don't you become a writer?"
Jungkook gasped like he'd been personally insulted.
"I wouldn't become a writer even in my next life. Writers are extremely arrogant and awful people."
A muscle twitched in the stranger's jaw.
Interesting.
Jungkook squinted at him. "You know... you look offended."
"I'm not."
"Hm."
"You're imagining things again."
Jungkook crossed his arms dramatically. "Listen, even if you are my lover, I can't marry you right now. I need to focus on my career. I don't have time for these things."
"My days haven't gotten that bad yet."
"...Wow."
The car stopped abruptly near a quiet street.
The man unlocked the doors.
"Anyway," he said, "get out of my car."
Jungkook blinked. "What do you mean, get out? You're not dropping me home?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not your employee."
Jungkook stared at him in disbelief.
"Then why did you help me in the first place?"
The man exhaled slowly, as if restraining himself from driving into a wall.
"Because the whole scene was getting on my nerves. If you'd just handled your reporters, I wouldn't have had to step in and dramatically announce myself as your bodyguard."
"Oh." Jungkook nodded thoughtfully. "Of course. Silly me. I should've magically known the scene was getting on your nerves."
The man closed his eyes briefly.
Jungkook smirked.
This was fun.
"See," Jungkook continued, "you can't just drop me in the middle of the road like this. Don't you even have basic manners?"
"Get out."
"..."
"The reporters are probably gone by now," the man added flatly. "We're not far from the agency. Go back, take your car, and go wherever you want."
"I didn't bring my car."
"Your keys are in your bag." The man glanced at him. "I can dump everything out here and prove it if you'd like."
Jungkook immediately hugged his bag protectively.
"...No need."
"Good. Then leave."
But before Jungkook could open the door, the man suddenly grabbed something from the back seat and tossed it toward him.
A scarf.
Jungkook caught it awkwardly. "What's this for now?"
"It'll be useful."
Jungkook looked down at the scarf, then slowly back at him.
"...You do care about me."
"I don't."
"You're worried I'll catch a cold."
"I'm worried people will recognize you and scream again."
Jungkook ignored that completely.
"I can't believe you didn't help me because you were mesmerized by my beauty."
The man looked genuinely unimpressed.
"Trust me," he said, "you're really not that beautiful."
Silence.
Jungkook turned slowly.
"...Do you even realize what you just said?"
"Any average boy would look like you with that much makeup on." The man shrugged. "Beautiful, I mean."
Jungkook looked horrified.
Then offended.
Then personally betrayed.
"Now," the stranger said calmly, "bye."
And he drove away.
Leaving Jungkook standing on the sidewalk with a scarf in his hands and the strongest urge to commit violence.
-
The next morning, Jungkook stormed into his agency building wearing sunglasses, a hoodie, and pure rage.
"He insulted my face."
His manager barely looked up. "Good morning to you too."
"He said any average boy could look like me."
"Maybe he was trying to humble you."
Jungkook slammed both hands on the desk. "Who is he?!"
His manager finally sighed and handed over a file.
Jungkook opened it.
Then froze.
Employee Profile
Kim Taehyung
Newly assigned personal bodyguard.
"...What."
"He starts today," the manager said sympathetically.
As if summoned by pure misfortune, the office door opened.
And there he was.
V- or rather, Kim Taehyung - walked in wearing an all-black suit and the same eternally unbothered expression.
Their eyes met.
Jungkook pointed immediately. "You."
Taehyung looked equally displeased.
"You," he replied.
The manager smiled nervously. "Great. You've already met."
"Yes," Taehyung said. "Unfortunately."
Jungkook looked scandalized.
Taehyung looked exhausted.
And somewhere in the distance, fate laughed quietly.
To be continued...💖✨
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