safer. (part 1)
» bodyguard!wonho x princess!reader
» ROYALS!AU; slight angst
» 3.908 words
» summary: after an attack to your father’s life, he decides to assign you a personal bodyguard. and while you don’t like it one bit, you can’t deny the fact that the man chosen to protect you is rather handsome .
a/n: i put it under a read more because it got quite long, lmao. i’m actually quite nervous about this so i hope you all will enojy it!
prologue | part 1 |
“I swear to God, [Y/N], I don’t know why you are complaining so much” Jennie whispered while leaning over her elbow. You rolled your eyes and ignored her, mechanically typing out the professors words without actually listening to them. It had been a month and half since the attack and Wonho had been spending every single day attached at your hip, following every single move you made like a hawk perched over your shoulder.
“He’s so hot” added Lisa on your other side, she glanced for a second over her shoulder where, in the back of the class, Wonho was standing, clad in his black suit. A dreamy sigh escaped her lips and you rolled your eyes “I swear, I’m going to ditch both of you if you don’t stop-”
“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, he’s like a god on earth” you buried your face in your hands and finally gave up taking notes, it was impossible to concentrate when Jennie and Lisa kept up with their excited whispers about how hot Wonho was and how much of a lucky bitch you were.
You, on the other hand, could only sigh. It was already difficult dealing with the fact that it was impossible to stay mad at Wonho, or even trying to treat him bad, without them reminding you just how dazzlingly handsome he was, a thing that made your stomach churn and your cheeks blush uncontrollably every time he smiled at you.
Wonho was nice, almost too nice, and so charming, with his gentle smile and boisterous laugh. But you really could not stand the fact that he had to follow you around, reminding everyone and you of your position, your title and all the obligations that came with it.
It was not a secret to those who knew you personally, that being the princess and the only heir to the throne was for you just as constricting as an actual cage. It had never really touched you during your childhood, some years you even had dreamed about being the next queen and ruling in a bright dress and high heels like your mother. But everything had started to change during high school, when your own aspirations had started to emerge and build, making you see a different future for you outside of the palace’s shiny walls. Attending dinners and meetings, dressing properly, behaving, even your own room had slowly started to make your skin hitch. You could not stand the halls full of paintings, the corridors and the armors, the thick curtains and the Arabic carpets.
Your parents had never really forbid you anything and it had probably been partly their fault if, now that you were older, you did not want to attend political events and avoided the subject of getting married to a nice duke. But you could read it on their expressions that they were not happy and were expecting you to get on the right track, sooner or later.
And despite looking like an actual angel, Wonho was just a constant reminder of that part of your life, a sign that linked you indissolubly to the throne and the crown, something that you wanted to ignore as long as you could.
Shuffling of papers and chatting filled the class and you snapped out of your thoughts. Your eyes wandered among the faces of students, stealing glances at you, whispering behind hands and looking at you with widened eyes. There had always been people looking, people trying to be friends with you or just hoping to get a little conversation going with the princess, but those things had became much more rare when people had started to get accustomed to your presence. However, after the attack, the whispering and ogling came back, more marked, if anything. It was almost like that simple even had struck their mind, reminding them that, in fact, you were part of an elite, of the people that ruled their nation.
And you hated it.
You shut your laptop closed and stalked out of the room, Jennie and Lisa right behind you. A few steps back was marching Wonho and the other two guards that were part of your outside escort, Shownu and Jooheon. People parted in the hallways when you passed, a glint of fear in their eyes, of you or your guards, you didn’t know. And while Jennie and Lisa really were not paying attention to that shift in behavior, you could not bear it for long.
You put a hand on Lisa’s shoulder to get her attention “I don’t feel well, I’m going home”
Jennie must’ve sensed your worries, she gave your arm a reassuring squeeze “Things are going to get back to normality in a few months, don’t worry”
“I really hope so” you smiled and waved goodbye. Wonho, that usually stood two steps behind you, was now standing at your side while Jooheon stood behind.
“Are you not feeling well, your highness?” asked the blond man, glancing at you with concern.
You shook your head and looked away, always surprised by Wonho’s sincere worry for you “It’s nothing”
The guard nodded, he did not say anything else but you knew that he had something on his mind by the way he lingered at your side for a few seconds before getting back behind you. You did not ask, he was going to tell you if it was important.
Shownu was already at the front entry with the car ready. Jooheon sat in the front, while you and Wonho got in the back seat. The ride was quite for the most part, you leaned over the obscured window with your head and closed your eyes.
“If I may speak, your highness” Wonho suddenly spoke up, making you jerk your head to his side. The man was looking in front of him, where a black divider separated you from Shownu and Jooheon, his legs comfortably crossed one over the other. You noticed how he was waiting for you to give your consent for him to keep going, so you lightly nodded with your head “I think miss Jennie is quite right. People are shaken about what happened to His Majesty, the King, after all this has always been a pacific kingdom” he turned to give you a gentle smile and you shyly nodded, he was so charming even with a simple gesture as turning his head. You prayed you were not blushing too hard.
“It is going to fade exponentially and die as soon as the culprit is punished” his hands fell on your knee by instinct, his own caring nature taking over him before he could stop himself at what was considered acceptable from his position as a simple guard. He wanted to comfort you and hold you close, it was a futile attempt at easing the pressure he knew you were experiencing, it was what his body told him to do. His thumb drew a circle on your exposed skin and you did not know what to say. You felt your heart thumb loudly in your ears, you wanted to grip his hand and squeeze it. Feeling his warm skin gave you a strange sense of relief but before you could do anything, thank him for his kind words or even just smile, he retreated with a sudden move.
His eyes avoided yours when you tried to look at him and his hands were now tightly latched in front of him “I apologies, your highness, I should’ve asked-” his words came out like a staggering mess, he was obviously uncomfortable because of his own actions, seeing as he was allowed to touch you only when it was needed for your protection. He was probably afraid of what you could do to him for acting so daringly.
You frantically waved your hands in front of your face, trying to mask just how much you were blushing “You don’t have to apologies and please, stop calling me your highness when we are alone. It makes me feel old …”
“I understand” Wonho bowed his head and you just wanted to tell him to cut off the bowing and politeness too but you had reached the place and someone was already opening your car door.
You quickly mouthed a thank you to Wonho and quickly slid out of the car, swinging your bag over your shoulder. You greeted the front guard that bowed to you and then raised your gaze over the high ceiling painted with smiling cherubs and adorned by a sparkling chandelier. You always felt a strong sense of oppression when looking up at the Baroque decorations. All the gold decorations, yellow flowers, little angels with bows, everything felt so heavy, so opulent that it made your stomach drop.
With a frown, you locked your eyes on the screen of your phone and sprinted to the kitchen, stuffing your mouth with food always helped making you forget that you were, more or less, locked into your own house.