BODYGUARD BOYFRIEND TO THE RESCUE (prologue)
pair: yoongi x female reader.
synopsis: afraid of losing him again, you cling onto him as you try to keep him by your side. (aka. how you convinced him to work for you).
genre: fluff. bodyguard!yoongi, princess!reader, modern royalty AU.
A/N: this is originally a +1 to my other one-shot, but I guess it can also be considered as an individual one? idk, I just had my fun.
warnings: none. I just really have romantic feelings for boxer yoongi *cries*.
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walking down these very familiar stairs has become a frequent occurrence in your weekly routine.
muffled sounds of leather colliding with leather become more audible the deeper you step down the dark stairway until you finally reach the faintly illuminated room and spot him training all alone inside the square boxing ring.
the loud clacking noise of your heels against the hard floor announces your presence as you walk towards him.
"you seem to be enjoying this place." yoongi comments, not bothering to stop and face your unhappy form.
"I need to talk to you." the beating of your heart is so annoying as you take in the sight before you, shamelessly staring at his sweaty back, all buffed up with muscles making your head spin every time they flex and throb.
"what are you so eager to talk about like that." silence is all you offer as a sign of seriousness. he sighs and halts in his movements before turning, breathlessly abandoning his task and giving you his full attention with his erms hanging lazily over the ropes that hug the ring. his pale skin is glistering, shining with the soft lights that hang above your heads.
"alright, what it is?" he inquires.
why is your stomach producing so many butterflies all of a sudden?
"I heard about your father's decision to move to Daegu." you gulp the lump in your throat down, focusing on the reason behind your visit today and nearly failing.
"that, I have already guessed." he shrugges.
"what are you going to do?"
"whatever he wants me to."
your breath hitched for a second, and you raise a confused eyebrow at him. "are you seriously gonna leave just like that?"
"why not? our stay wasn't even guaranteed to begin with. father was nothing but a guarderner your father hired years ago. now he wants to leave, what do you expect me to do?" he glares back at you with a blank expression. he's so hard to read today.
you fight your scoff because you know he's right. he always is. it's not his fault, and he should probably go and find something else to do with his life in lieu of wasting it in the castle, yet you can't let him go. not yet.
you take a deep breath in, trying to steady your heartbeat as discreetly as possible in his presence and step closer to the edge of the ring. "I'm moving out of the castle to settle into my own house somewhere else. I also discussed the matter with father, and he suggested that you come work as my bodyguard or something."
because I want you to, dummy.
"why not? it's a good job, probably better than anything you can find once you go out there."
"and what about my dad?" yoongi's voice grows noticeably timid, blank eyes avoiding yours and settling on the ground.
"father said he will take good care of him, so neither of you has to worry about that. he said your father is way too good of a man to discharge just like that."
hesitation and worry, that's what his expression was reading as he looks back at you. you expected to get a scoff, a glare, a dismissing look...anything that could be classified as rejection. anything but a smirk, a sexy smug even, snapping so suddenly and creeping up his handsome face, then he comments with a breathy chuckle, "you want me to stay?"
you roll your eyes at that, desperately trying to look as nonchalant as ever despite the heat that washed over your face and body. "don't get too delusional."
"why do you want me to work specifically for you, then?" damn it, he's good.
"it's just..." you pause as you back away, choosing to grab the chair that has been sitting there watching your pathetic attempt at making your childhood crush friend stay and plopping down on it. "I don't trust any of my dad's men, I mean I do, sort of, but not enough to let them guard and be close to me 24/7 out of the castle grounds." you admit honestly, hesitating before adding more arguments to convince the man, "plus you are already skilled and well trained, kind of scary looking too. I think you'd fit the job perfectly."
yoongi stares silently at you, seeming to be contemplating the arguments you offered, making you fiddle with your fingers as you grow anxious. he then blinks, narrowing his eyes with a suspicious face.
"did you just say I'm scary looking?" he blurts.
letting out a breathy chuckle, you slowly rise from your seat to approach him again with a playful yet warm smile.
"we grew up together, somehow I do trust you more than I probably should." there's a pause as you let that piece of information settle into your own head before you continue, "take your time. think about it as much as you like. make up your mind, just... don't leave yet." you search into his eyes for a brief moment, despirately fishing for any hint of discomfort. upon finding none, you decide your job is done. you've tried your best, you can't force him into doing anything. he's a human, you respect him and you can not strip his right of choice just because you're the king's daughter. he's a friend. a very dear one.
"yah! don't run away when you just called me scary-looking!" he playfully yells, watching you giggle as you lazily walk away.
"I'll be waiting!" you shout one last time, leaving him to think your proposal through.
a couple of days later, you were busy peacefully going through your night routine when a sudden ping erupted in your room. you fetch your phone, praying to the lords above that whoever was reaching out to you at this late hour has no emergency to deliver. you are seriously tired and crave nothing more than to jump into your bed and sleep for the next couple of days like a parched man in an empty, dry desert.
"yoongi: see you tomorrow, princess."
your eyebrows furrow in confusion at his message. usually, when you or yoongi decide on seeing each other, neither of you texts the other. it just happens like it's the most natural thing in your lives. and truthfully, it has been exactly that ever since you were 13, and he was 15.
"you: huh? did you really have to announce that with a puffed up chest?"
"yoongi: be nice and say hi to you new bodyguard -_-."
your eyes widen at that, quickly dialing his number before attacking him with questions and failed attempts of muffled squeals, leaving him in a smiling mess with pink tinted cheeks that you'll never ever know about.
