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genre: romance, slow-burn, fluff, angst, sexual tension, mutual pining

CHAPTER 2: Day One - Unwelcome Presence

Hong Haein goes out of her way to test Woo Chaewoon’s patience, but he meets every challenge with quiet persistence. By the end of the night, she realizes he’s not as easy to shake off as she thought.

Woo Chaewoon had been through high-risk missions, undercover operations, and dangerous encounters. Babysitting a chaebol heiress, however, was proving to be one of the most exhausting assignments he’s ever had.

Hong Haein made it clear from the moment she stepped out of her house that she had no intention of making his job easy.

Dressed in an ivory pantsuit, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, she carried herself with effortless elegance—an air of authority that came naturally. Even without speaking, she commanded attention. She barely spared him a glance before walking ahead, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. Chaewoon followed, his steps soundless in contrast.

“This isn’t a war zone,” she muttered as they approached her car. “You don’t need to hover.”

Chaewoon remained silent, stepping forward to open the car door for her. She didn’t get in right away. Instead, she turned, her gaze sweeping over him—assessing, calculating. Her arms folded across her chest. “You’re seriously going to follow me around all day?”

“Yes.”

“Even in meetings?”

“Yes.”

“Even if I say no?”

Her lips pressed into a thin line before she let out a quiet scoff. “Suit yourself.”

She slid into the car without another word.

Chaewoon took the passenger seat without hesitation. He noted the way she stiffened slightly at his presence but quickly masked it with disinterest, turning to stare out the window.

At the Queens Group headquarters, she moved fast, weaving through hallways, taking sudden turns, and stopping abruptly—clearly testing if he could keep up. He did. Every single time.

When she entered the executive lounge for coffee, she deliberately took her time, scrolling through her phone as if daring him to tell her to move along. He said nothing, merely standing at a respectful distance.

During lunch, she purposely chose a private restaurant with an exclusive policy against bodyguards. Chaewoon didn’t argue. He simply waited outside, unbothered, scanning the street for any signs of a threat. Forty-five minutes later, when she stepped out, she found him exactly where she had left him—leaning against the car, arms crossed, watching her with that unreadable expression.

“How predictable,” she muttered, adjusting her sunglasses.

Later, at a board meeting, she pretended to forget he existed—until she caught him subtly watching every person in the room, analyzing each movement, every flicker of expression. His gaze wasn’t just on her; it scanned the entire space, searching for threats she wasn’t even aware of.

For a second, something in her wavered. But she wouldn’t let him win.

By late afternoon, after a relentless schedule of meetings, site visits, and strategic discussions, Haein thought she had finally earned a moment of peace. She stepped into her office, exhaling as she shut the door behind her—only to find Woo Chaewoon already inside, standing by the window, scanning the skyline.

She stared at him. “Do you have a key to my office now?”

“No. Your secretary let me in.”

Of course she did. Haein made a mental note to fire her later.

She tossed her bag onto the couch and strode toward him. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t suddenly appear out of nowhere like a ghost.”

“Understood. It won’t happen again.”

That was… fast. Was he losing patience already? Or was she the only one feeling frustrated here? She couldn’t tell, and that only annoyed her more.

She folded her arms. “I’ll be working late until midnight. You can leave now. It’s past working hours.”

Chaewoon remained unfazed. “My working hours are your working hours, Miss Hong. If you’re uncomfortable with me being inside your office, I’ll wait right outside the door. Call me if you need anything.”

Haein narrowed her eyes, irritated by how effortlessly he adapted to every situation. “It’s fine. I won’t be needing you for anything.”

She turned away, dismissing him.

“Suit yourself waiting all night.”

And he did wait, probably will keep waiting all night as she said. Chaewoon was a pro, no doubt about that. Haein exhaled sharply, muttering a quiet, “Whatever.” She’d just pretend he didn’t exist.

Easier said than done.

By 8:00 PM, a soft knock echoed against her office door. Still focused on her paperwork, she barely looked up. “Come in,” she said absently, expecting her secretary.

She didn’t notice anything unusual—until a large hand entered her field of vision, setting down a teacup beside her.

Her pen stilled. Slowly, she lifted her gaze.

It’s Chaewoon….bringing her a cup of tea??

Haein blinked, momentarily thrown off.

Woo Chaewoon—deadpan, unreadable, infuriating Woo Chaewoon—was standing beside her desk, placing a cup of tea down with the same precision as if he were handling classified documents.

She stared at the cup, then at him. “What… is this?”

“Tea,” he replied simply.

“I can see that.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“You skipped dinner.”

Haein scoffed, leaning back in her chair. “Are you my bodyguard or my babysitter?”

“Your bodyguard.” He met her gaze, unfazed.

“Bodyguards don’t do this.”

“But I’d rather not deal with you collapsing from exhaustion.”

She rolled her eyes, ignoring the tiny flicker of warmth in her chest. “You’re being dramatic.” Chaewoon said nothing, just gave her a look—steady, unreadable, but somehow expectant. Like he already knew she’d drink it.

Annoyed but oddly curious, she picked up the cup and took a slow sip. The warmth seeped through her, easing the tension in her shoulders.

She set it down with a quiet sigh. “It’s not poisoned, at least.”

“Not yet.”

Her head snapped up, but to her surprise, there was the faintest flicker of amusement in his eyes before he turned and walked toward the door.

Did he just… crack a joke?

Haein watched him leave, more confused than before.

She was supposed to be making his life difficult. So why did it feel like she was the one losing ground?

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Chaewoon had been trained for patience, for stillness. Surveillance required it. So did protection. He didn’t mind standing outside her office for hours, but at exactly 8:00 PM, he noticed a pattern.

She hadn’t eaten.

Her secretary had left for the day. No meal deliveries. No break. Just the constant shuffle of papers, the muted glow of her monitor, and the occasional sigh that slipped through the cracks of her composure.

He knocked once. A quiet, polite warning. “Come in,” she said, not bothering to look up.

Chaewoon stepped inside, moving without hesitation. He placed the teacup on her desk with the same precision he would use when setting a weapon down for inspection.

Only then did she notice him.

Her pen stilled. Her gaze lifted, locking onto the cup first, then onto him. “…What is this?”

“Tea,” he said simply.

A beat of silence. Then, suspicion. “Why?”

“You skipped dinner.”

Haein scoffed, leaning back in her chair. “Are you my bodyguard or my babysitter?”

“Your bodyguard.” His voice remained steady. “But I’d rather not deal with you collapsing from exhaustion.”

She rolled her eyes, but he caught the briefest flicker of something in her expression—surprise, maybe. She was testing him. Again.

He let her.

With an exaggerated sigh, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip. The tension in her shoulders visibly eased, though she’d never admit it. She set the cup down. “At least it’s not poisoned.”

“Not yet.”

Haein’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing.

For the first time that day, Chaewoon allowed himself a fraction of amusement—so subtle it could have been imagined—before he turned and left.

Behind him, she sat in stunned silence.

Haein was stubborn, of course. She decided to stay for an hour. Or two. Or three. However long it took for him to leave first.

By 9:00 PM, she was still at her desk, pretending she wasn’t exhausted. The numbers on the screen blurred slightly, her temples ached, and she found herself rubbing her eyes more often than she’d like to admit. But she wouldn’t leave first. Not before he did.

Then, the overhead lights flickered off.

She blinked, momentarily disoriented. The only illumination left was the soft glow of her desk lamp, casting warm shadows across the room. Her hands stilled over the keyboard. For a second, she thought it was a power outage—until she noticed the glow of the hallway lights still shining through the glass walls of her office.

She glanced up, her eyes landing on him. Woo Chaewoon stood just outside, his figure half-lit by the corridor. One hand rested casually on the light switch.

She stared.

He didn’t move. Didn’t explain. Didn’t even look in her direction.

But he had noticed. The way she kept squinting, shifting uncomfortably under the harsh office lighting, rubbing her forehead between paragraphs. She hadn’t even realized it was bothering her. But he did.

Haein sat there for a long moment, unmoving, as she continued what she was doing. She didn’t turn the lights back on.

And Chaewoon, without a word, stepped back into the shadows and continued his silent watch.

10:00 PM, and Haein finally admitted to herself—she was getting sleepy. With a sigh, she pushed back her chair and stepped out of her office, expecting to find the hallway empty.

Instead, there he was.

Chaewoon stood exactly where she had last seen him, posture straight, hands clasped behind his back, completely unbothered by the passing hours. He wasn’t leaning against the wall, wasn’t on his phone, not even shifting his weight. Just standing.

She narrowed her eyes. “Are you not tired? Sleepy? Bored?”

He turned his head slightly, meeting her gaze with the same unreadable expression he always had. “No.” Haein folded her arms. “Not even a little?”

“No.”

She clicked her tongue in frustration. “Unbelievable. You’re not human.”

At that, the corner of his lip twitched—so fast she almost missed it. Almost.

Haein stared at him, then exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. She was losing this battle.

“I’m done here, so you can leave now,” she said, hoping—foolishly—that he’d take the hint.

“I’ll drive you home,” Chaewoon replied, completely unfazed. She frowned. “I have a driver.”

“He already left. Had to pick up his kid from cram school.”

Her irritation deepened. “And he didn’t think to inform me?”

“I told him I’d cover for him.”

Haein blinked, momentarily thrown off. Since when was he making decisions for her?

As if reading her thoughts, Chaewoon continued, his tone even. “Mr. Kim expected you to leave around five or six, but when you got busy, he was hesitant to ask if he could go. He needed to pick up his daughter, and I didn’t want to disturb you while you were working. I figured it was easier to inform you afterward.” He paused. “I apologize if my decision was hasty or if I overstepped. If you’re uncomfortable with me driving, it won’t happen again. But right now, my job is to get you home safe.”

For once, Haein had nothing to say.

Chaewoon moved with his usual quiet precision, opening the car door for her without a word. She didn’t spare him a glance as she slid into the seat, her expression unreadable. Just as she was settling in, she caught a small yet deliberate motion—his hand hovering just below the car door, a silent precaution to keep her from hitting her head.

A detail so small, yet so telling.

He’s doing too much, she thought, annoyance flickering in her chest.

Before he could close the door, she spoke. “I don’t really care who’s driving me—whether it’s you or Mr. Kim—as long as I get to where I need to be.”

Then, just as he was about to step back, she turned her head, meeting his gaze with a smirk. “But I’ll wear you down eventually, Mr. Woo.”

Chaewoon didn’t react. No shift in expression, no retort. He simply shut the door behind her with the same quiet efficiency.

And yet, as he slid into the driver’s seat, a flicker of amusement danced at the corner of his lips.

We’ll see about that.

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wahhhh second chapter is done! I'm writing chapter 3 and 4 right now and planning on uploading them this week >< I'll be busy starting Saturday so I won't be able to upload by then. Thank you again for reading this little cross-over story of mine it means a lot seeing your comments and support!

this story will be veryyy slow burn by the way, I hope you guys won't get too bored by it🥲 for my tumblr moots, I'm @/dalilmountain in twitter/x! if you have an account let's be mutuals there as well >< also let me know if you guys want to be included in the taglist!

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