All his life, Jung Wooyoung has always lived a sheltered life thanks to his father. When he wasn't in class, Wooyoung would be trapped at home, forced to be on his own while his father would be working. Oh yeah, should it be mentioned that his father was part of the mafia? Yeah, and he was quite known throughout South Korea as well.

Meanwhile Wooyoung was stuck in his father's shadow until his father deemed him 'ready' to take over, which knowing him, would be never. Wooyoung already accepted the fact that he may never get to.

Finally getting out of class, since he wasn't able to drive yet Wooyoung just walked to school and back most of the time. It wasn't like he didn't want to. He did want to learn but any time it had got brought up to his dad it was always one of two responses; 'Sorry, I'm just too busy to teach you.' Or 'Yeah sure, maybe next week',and then that week never comes. Grabbing his stuff, he left the room. Not really having any friends he didn't stay to chat along with the rest of his peers, besides he wasn't too fond of most of them anyway. They weren't exactly the nicest. He had just left the room as quick as he could, getting to the exit, out he wet and to the sidewalk. Ugh. Finally. He hated being around so many people- but never really expressed that to his father knowing if he did he would have been switched over to online classes, and this was the only little bit of freedom he really could have. So for now he would have to just suck it up and deal with it for now.

As he began to walk he grabbed a hold of his phone, and his usual headphones to play some music, mainly to help calm his nerves for the time being. Since he walked all the time, he knew the route to his dad's office building like the back of his own hand, which meant he just kept his own gaze on the ground, refusing to even look up at people. Hands in his pockets he softly hummed along to the music playing, his fingers even tapping against himself in his pockets while arriving at the pretty large office building. Not surprising to see guards standing at the front entrance, they never really talked to him and vice versa as he would go inside to meet up with his dad.

"Hey, beat it kid." He heard a voice through his headphones. Taking them off he looked up, actually shocked that he was stopped- Especially by a young looking man. New worker most likely. Hmm. This made Wooyoung raise a brow, shutting off his music. "This is private property, you think you can just waltz in here all willy nilly. But if I were you I would scram by now." To even make it known he was serious, the stranger had faintly motioned down to the gun he had strapped to his side. But, rather than explaining who he is, Wooyoung decided he would mess with the poor guy. A grin made its way to his face, he did step back some but not enough to be away from them. "Or what?" The younger had asked, even giggling and lifting up two fingers towards his head, he motioned pulling the trigger on himself. "You'll do this? Go ahead. But I have a feeling you would regret doing shit to me."

He could see this angered the man. He stepped up to Wooyoung and feeling hands being put on his chest he was pushed back, stumbling to the ground and gun pointed in his direction. "This isn't some game kid, you don't want to fuck with me or the big guy so why don't you run your little ass home to momm-"

"Ah! There's my son. I was wondering where you were at." A voice was heard and soon a man appeared from the big doors behind the stranger. This made Wooyoung smirk, especially at the expression the stranger was making as he started to connect the dots. "Hey dad. Sorry, kind of got busy with this guy. Is he new? Seems nice." He asked that last part an obvious lie. He got up from the ground and wiped off any dust that was on his pants, he stepped past the stranger and went to his dad. "Yes. This is Choi San. He actually started working today." The man said.

"Mm. I see. No wonder." Seeing the slight glare coming from his father, Wooyoung's smirk seemed to grow. This should definitely be fun.

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Excuse me? Son?! Oh God. He knew he fucked up now. But how was he supposed to know Mr. Jung had a kid! He knew he had a wife years back but she died, now this? He could almost feel the glare his elder was giving behind him as he was quick to put his gun away, turning around to face the two he quickly bowed his head, words going a mile a minute from how fast he was talking

"I am SO so sorry Sir. I was completely unaware that you had a son I promise that I would never dare hurt him if I had known-"

"Okay. Enough." San was quick to silence himself hearing his boss speak but he refused to look up, already accepting the fact that he was pretty much done for. "You know. I should just go on and fire you right now."

San internally panicked at those words. He knew that if he were fired he knew he would get killed for sure.

"But I'm a kind man, and I can see that you didn't mean to attempt to hurt my son." Relief flooded through San hearing those words, quickly nodding his head. "Oh thank you thank you-"

"I wasn't finished yet." Again San silenced himself, finally getting the courage to look up, with a nervous look over what he had in mind. "I do have an opportunity for you, if you are absolutely sure you wouldn't hurt my son, then from now on you're going to be his personal bodyguard." If it could, San's jaw would have been on the floor by now. And it seemed the younger had a similar reaction. "You will follow my son around, do whatever he asks of you to. You will even be following him in class. I want to make sure my son is safe, so you will do that for me yes?" San was left speechless, gaze to Wooyoung as he finally spoke up.

"B-But dad! I don't need a fucking babysitter, I'm a grown ass adult!" He complained, the older man just patted the top of Wooyoung's head, giving an innocent smile. "Mm? Well I know that, but I need to keep my only son safe you know?" He watched Wooyoung's shoulders slumped, knowing there was no way he could win this argument. This pleased Mr. Jung so he turned to San. "Great. So. My first order is for you to take my son safely home."

Okay.. Sounded simple enough.

"And watch him until I come home from work. Usually I take him home myself but I'm very busy with work. So for today you will take him." What. Ugh. Shoulders slumping, he nodded. Watching the older give him a nod he went inside and San groaned out. Great. First he was a guard now he's a fucking babysitter. How worse could it get-

"Here. Carry my shit." He stumbled back when a backpack was tossed his way, which luckily he was able to catch himself, grunting, he glared at the younger before tossing the bag over his shoulder. Great. This kid was a fucking spoiled brat too. This was going to be a longgggg day.

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Wooyoung couldn't believe this! He could take care of himself! Why did he need to be wanted over twenty four seven? He was twenty one, he should have been on his own to do whatever he wanted like the other young adults in his class but nooooo. He was forced into this business thanks to his fucking dad and there was no way out of it. He stomped all the way home, arms crossed over his chest as he grumbled to himself.

"Look. Kid-"

"Don't call me that. I have a name, and it's Wooyoung." He was quick to snap back at San.

"Right. Look, Wooyoung. I know you're pissed at all this. Trust me, I'm equally mad, but I can hear you bitching over me and I don't appreciate it." San had said to Wooyoung, making him roll his eyes. "God you're annoying, just be quiet and let me complain all I want. You're my guard after all, you listen to me." Turning around to face the taller, Woo poked his chest warningly, which in return San rolled his eyes, and flicked Wooyoung's forehead. "Yeah yeah. Come on, let's go. I have no idea where you guys live so let's just hurry over."

Wooyoung didn't respond. He just turned around, and continued on with his stomping but this time he kept quiet. Getting to his home, Woo ran in, tossing off his shoes so he could go up to play games on his TV. "Hey- Don't you have schoolwork?" He could hear San from down the stairs. "You do it for me!" Wooyoung yelled out, not even looking back he ran into his room and slammed the door shut.

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God. Could this kid get ANY more annoying? Letting out a long sigh, San had gone to sit on the couch, already hearing yelling coming from Wooyoung's room. Puffing out his own cheeks he looked towards Wooyoung's bag he left on the other side of the couch. There was no way he was doing some snotty brat's homework for him- He refused! Sighing, he leaned back into the couch and grabbed his cellphone. He decided to text his friend, already bitching to him about this Wooyoung kid.

'He sounds like an asshole.' His best friend of nearly five years, Song Mingi texted him quickly.

'He is. He's a snotty bastard that expects me to do his homework just so he could blow shit off and play video games!' San angrily texted back.

'Well I'm not saying you should suck up to the kid but your boss DID tell you to do whatever Wooyoung said right?'

Mingi had a point, as much as San hated it. Rubbing his face, grumbling to himself he grabbed the bag and went to open it.

'Yeah yeah. Guess I got work to do, text you later.'

After that, San tossed his phone to the side and grabbed the folders in the bag. What the fuck did Wooyoung even do? Hearing him screaming curses from where he assumed his room his shoulders slumped. Eh. He wasn't willing to go upstairs to ask him. If anything he'll just google all the answers or some shit.