The city lights blurred outside the sleek black SUV as Joon drove Yuna home from a long day of rehearsals and interviews. The quiet hum of the engine was the only sound between them, but the silence felt charged — like something was waiting to break.

Joon’s eyes kept flicking to her profile. Yuna sat beside him, fingers nervously tapping her phone screen. Usually so confident under the spotlight, now she looked vulnerable. More than once, he’d caught her stealing glances at him, eyes full of questions she wasn’t asking aloud.

“Why did you take this job?” Yuna asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Joon’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “I needed a new mission. Something different. I thought protecting you would be straightforward — just threats, danger, that kind of thing.”

She smiled wryly. “Didn’t turn out that way, did it?”

“No,” he admitted. “It’s more complicated.”

She looked out the window. “People see me as a star, but they don’t see this — the pressure, the loneliness. I’m surrounded by fans, but sometimes it feels like I’m alone in a crowd.”

Joon swallowed, wanting to tell her that he understood. More than she realized.

They reached her apartment building, a fortress disguised as luxury. As they stepped inside, Joon’s professional instinct flared — eyes sharp, alert.

But Yuna surprised him by reaching out, gently brushing his hand.

“I don’t want you to just be my bodyguard,” she whispered. “I want to know the man behind the armor.”

His breath hitched.

For the first time since meeting her, the walls between them cracked.

Before he could respond, the elevator dinged. They were no longer alone.

Yuna pulled back her hand. “Tomorrow’s another day. I’ll see you then.”

Joon watched her disappear into the elevator, heart pounding with a mix of duty and something dangerously close to desire.

He knew one thing for certain — this job wasn’t just about protection anymore. It was about guarding something fragile... their hearts.

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