Tripped |Jikook/Kookmin

Jeon

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Jimin descended the stairs, his hair impeccably slicked back, dressed in his signature office attire, a finely tailored grey suit from his extensive collection. However, his usual confident stride was replaced by a sheepish gait, his nervousness palpable as he longed for answers.

"Please, have a seat," Jeongguk instructed, his demeanor signaling that he had fully embraced his professional persona. Jimin sensed that this version of Jeongguk, while still distant, carried an aura he couldn't quite define. A unique blend of intimidation, nerves, and a hint of annoyance that rattled Jimin in a way he hadn't experienced in a long time.If he thought that Jeongguk who never looked like a mere bodyguard and always had this intimidating stance to him was making him a rumbling mess then he hadn't just yet met jeongguk in his element.And boy was he intimidated just by this man's mere existence.

Jimin took a seat across from him in the spacious living room. Jeongguk's sapphire eyes bore a sharp, commanding edge, his legs elegantly crossed, and his long coat draped regally over his shoulders. He exuded an overpowering dominance that sent a shiver down Jimin's spine, leaving him feeling incredibly small in the presence of his authoritative presence.

"You must undoubtedly have many questions after last night," Jeongguk began, his words flowing from his lips with a gentle hush, as if he weren't speaking at all. He maintained a subtle air of mystery in his posture, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. "You may inquire about anything that occupies your thoughts," he continued, "though I reserve the right to choose whether or not to provide answers."

Typical Jeon Jeongguk behaviour, ofcourse.

Jimin decided to start with a question that had been on his mind ever since this unconventional arrangement began. "Why were you serving as my bodyguard?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued about why a man as occupied as Jeongguk would find it amusing to take on such a role.

Jeongguk leaned forward slightly, revealing more about the situation. "Your father approached me, seeking your protection," he explained, his tone firm and direct. He continued, his voice carrying a quiet confidence that was more self-assured than prideful, "And, in case you've forgotten, I happen to be the owner of South Korea's premier security agency also"

His words weren't meant to boast; instead, they conveyed a matter-of-fact assurance, a testament to his capabilities and the powerful figure that he undoubtedly was.

Jimin ventured into uncertain territory, testing the boundaries with his next question. "You own company, you say. But I assume you don't personally guard each and every client, or is it some strangely twisted hobby of yours?"

In response, a rich, melodic laugh resonated from deep within the brunette's chest. He tilted his head back with a touch of elegance, a momentary glimmer of vulnerability that Jimin might have missed if he weren't scrutinizing him closely. It revealed a subtle dimple on the left side of Jeongguk's cheek, a hidden charm that lay beneath his imposing exterior.

Jeongguk's response remained impeccably poised as he addressed Jimin's query. "I'm far from ordinary, as you may have gathered," he began, his tone transitioning smoothly from the earlier laughter to a more serious expression. "However, personally guarding CEOs with a penchant for self-importance isn't a typical pastime of mine."

A moment of silent tension hung in the air before he admitted, "But I must admit, you were my singular exception, Princess." The word that never failed to infuriate Jimin left Jeongguk's lips, but this time it carried a subtle, teasing tone. It left a faint blush tinting the apples of Jimin's cheeks as he lowered his gaze, a gesture that placed him distinctly out of his comfort zone.
Now that when the brunette original identity was revealed was in his element fully commanding and authoritative, which jimin must admit suited him well as if he was born to lead it all made sense why he didn't seem fit for a mere bodyguard role, so jimin couldn't help but be even more flustered with the way the other was so weirdly free with him in a way not allowing him or his own self to be closer but still ruffling jimin's feathers whenever he got the opportunity.