B.A.P Bodyguard Jongup 'The Way I See You'
A/N: Oh boy, I got a lot of requests for this one. Thank you all so much! But the sweet @pinklink-mel was the first one to submit the request. I hope all of you like it!
This is a drabble expansion of a reaction I wrote here.
There were two sides to Moon Jongup although most people only saw one. He’d been your personal guard for a few years now and you considered yourself privileged to know that other side.
First time you met him, you had to admit he was a little scary. He was polite enough, sure, but he didn’t say anything besides introducing himself. His expression was flat, cold. It gave you a chill to think this man would be your constant shadow.
And as you feared things were awkward in the beginning. Jongup rarely spoke, preferring to keep his own counsel. You’d talk to him and he either wouldn’t reply verbally or only give minimal answers. It was sad that the person you spent the most time with didn’t seem to like you.
However after a few months something astonishing happened. The two of you were alone one day. He’d been growing his hair out and started wearing it in a high ponytail, like a modified version of a top knot. It suited him very well and you complimented him for it.
Your stoic bodyguard who always looked like he was merely tolerating those around him actually blushed and ducked his head. Which left you enthralled. So you renewed your efforts to talk with him. Hesitantly he began opening up to you but just when you were the only one around.
To your surprise he was rather funny. As well as gentle in manner and speech when not in his guardian role. It left you both confused and amazed. Like you’d discovered a hidden treasure to which only you had access. You knew that others in the house made fun of him. His quiet nature leading others to assume he was stupid. It hurt your heart to hear the snickers and you told him so.
“I don’t care about that,” was his only response.
Most of the time things were calm and you didn’t need his services as a bodyguard. So he became more like a companion, at least in your mind. It might even be fair to say you’d developed a crush on him. Unfortunately, other than seeing him blush and become a little flustered at times, he never indicated any interest.
One night you were at a mind-numbingly boring function, Uppie at your shoulder as always. A man too far in his cups approached you, obviously aggravated about something. In the time it took to blink Jongup had inserted himself between you and the man. The drunkard became belligerent and raised his fist. It took Jongup all of three seconds to bring the man to his knees and hold him there until security came to take him away.
You had forgotten. Jongup was always so soft-spoken with you, you forgot what he was capable of doing. He wasn’t the fluffy bunny you’d made him out to be in your head. It was somewhat alarming. Jongup must have seen a reflection of your thoughts on your face for he looked at you and then quickly glanced away.
Time seemed to stretch longer than it had any right to as you waited for things to wrap up that night. There was a new tension stretching between you two which left you feeling anxious. Finally back at your home you cornered him before he could slink away.
Placing your hand on his forearm, you had a new respect for the corded muscle shifting beneath his skin. But it didn’t change who he was as a person. “I was just surprised, that’s all. I’ve begun to think of you as a friend, I forgot you had another purpose too.”
“My only concern is keeping you safe. Nothing else matters to me.”
His detached tone stung a little. “That’s it? I thought we’d become friends, but that doesn’t matter to you?”
There was a heavy pause. “It matters.”
“Good. Because I…well…I’ve begun to think of you as possibly more than that.” You felt your cheeks flame at the confession but you wanted to be honest. He needed to know that you cared about him and even if he startled you, it didn’t affect your feelings.
Jongup became more agitated than when you’d been accosted. “No. You can’t.”
“Are you saying you don’t think of me that way?” There was no hiding the disappointment in your voice. “It’s ok if you don’t, I understand.”
“I-I do. Feel things for you, I mean.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “I care for you so much. A light shines from you, like an angel. But I can’t be with you that way. I’m just muscle for hire.”
Stepping into his personal space you waited until he looked at you. Voice certain you said, “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve never once thought of you like that. I see you for who you are, Jongup.”
His expression became pained. “You shouldn’t. You deserve better.”
“That’s not true!” Lifting your hand to cup his cheek, he broke away before you could touch him. Realizing you’d pushed enough for tonight you let him go. But there was a flicker of hope in your heart. He admitted to having feelings for you.
Greater things had begun with less.