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♡ wanna eat ramen with me? || park jihoon

✩ WANNA EAT RAMEN WITH ME? ✩

"This is Y/N L/N. She'll be under your protection for the next few months."

And that's exactly how Park Jihoon sat in some cramped room, observing the security footage shown all around the house. He leant back leisurely, having memorized the schedule of the female he was supposedly protecting.

You stepped out of your room at exactly 9pm and walked straight to the kitchen to have your dinner. Right after that, you'd leave to the bathroom, take a shower and retreat to your room.

The time at the edge of the screen read 21:00, and just like clockwork, Jihoon changed the screens to show your room, smiling to himself as he watched you. Looking around, you quickly rushed towards the kitchen upon seeing the emptiness around the house.

Y/N L/N. The daughter of the next possible presidential candidate. Hidden from the world for her own good. Grew up inside the four walls she called her 'home', and never went out unless it was for something important — which was almost once a year.

Homeschooled since she was a kid, but with the lack of interaction with the outside world, she is still quite naïve and childish. If the world gets to know about her, it wouldn't end well — which is why you, Park Jihoon, have to protect her.

I'm not asking you to protect her with your life; I'm asking you to protect her like your life depends on it.

Park Jihoon recalled the words of his senior, remembering the briefing he got about you. Childish? What's childish about her? He wondered as he observed you through the countless cameras around the house, furrowing his brows in confusion.

The elegant features on your face — almost fairy-like if Jihoon found the right words — along with the graceful way you moved around. Your cheery smile would fool anyone who didn't know about the tiring days you had, while your spirit was oddly carefree for someone who was confined to a single space since their childhood.

How in the world were you childish?

Jihoon tapped on the keyboard, changing the cameras as he watched you approach the kitchen. "Enjoy your meal. Today's special is vegetable soup," he muttered, trying to enjoy the night shift with his commentary. "Hm? Where are you going?" The male straightened his posture, leaning closer as he watched you through the screen.

You looked at the food in front of you before moving around the kitchen, wanting to find something else to rid your hunger. Where is the ramen? You wondered, checking the cupboards to find the instant noodles.

"What are you searching for?" Jihoon inquired, frowning as he kept changing the cameras to get a better view of what you were trying to do. "Ramen? Are you craving ramen?" He chuckled, tilting his head as he watched you triumphantly smile upon finding the hidden stash of instant noodles.

He kept looking as you moved around the kitchen once again, this time in search of a pot to boil your noodles. "No, no. That's too big." Jihoon shook his head as you took out a pot that could feed a family of five. "Oh, god. Is she trying to have water with a side of noodles?" He squinted in frustration upon seeing you fill the pot with way too much water.

"It's fine, it's fine. Just boil the water and do your thing." Jihoon was standing at this point, the frustration of seeing you trying to make ramen, not letting him stay still. "Have you never used a cooktop before?" He bit on his finger anxiously, watching you fiddle with the gas cooker.

You kept turning the knob, wondering why there wasn't any fire lighting the stove. Maybe you need a lighter to start the fire. You thought, once again moving around the kitchen in an attempt to find a matchbox or lighter.

His eyes widened, looking at the ceiling as if he was talking to someone. "Give me the strength. This girl is a walking hazard sign." He sighed, contemplating his actions on going out to help you. "Fuck, the gas is on." The answer appeared before him as he looked through the cameras again, noticing you hadn't closed the stovetop before searching for a lighter.

Park Jihoon didn't hesitate for a second longer, crashing out the doors of the quarters he stayed in, running as quickly as he could to the main house where you were living. Just checking a few cameras since they are hazy. He lied to the guards at the front, not wanting to give everyone a death scare over someone who couldn't make something as simple as ramen.

"Miss L/N, hi. Yeah, just ... um." He trailed off, turning off the gas quickly before he could explain the situation. "Just sit here, and I'll make the ramen for you," Jihoon explained, heaving a breath as he kept away everything and started again.

In a record timing of five minutes, the good-looking guy in a suit made you ramen. "I saw you struggling, so I thought I'd help." He pointed at the cameras around the room, wordlessly explaining how he saw her. "Next time, tell the workers if you are craving anything. I don't want to get heartburn running over here."

You mindlessly nodded, eyes trained on the bowl of noodles that was placed in front of you. "Thank you for this." You bowed in your seat, surprising Jihoon with the manners you had. "I'll enjoy this meal."

"Y-Yeah, enjoy it, I guess." The male hesitantly took a few steps back, not knowing what to do since he had completed his mission in successfully not having you burn down the kitchen. "I'll leave then." He turned on his heel to leave, his heart beating faster upon seeing your face clearly.

Though he had seen your face multiple times these past weeks, something about seeing you in this moment had his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

You tapped the sides of your bowl with your chopsticks, trying to gain his attention. "Would you like to join me?" You offered, waiting for him to look at you.

"Huh?"

"Do you wanna eat ramen with me?"

Park Jihoon's neck almost snapped at the speed he turned, eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets as he looked at you. Do you wanna eat ramen with me? He knocked the back of his head to get his mind out of the gutter. When they said she was naïve, they weren't kidding.

"You meant that in the literal sense, right?" He couldn't help but ask, smacking his head again as he looked away. "Of course you did. You wouldn't use those words in that sense. I'm your bodyguard. You don't see me that way. I don't see you in that way either," he muttered under his breath, looking at you once again.

"I'm going to finish all this if you don't want to join me," you stated, cracking a small smile that sent all sorts of warning signals to Park Jihoon's brain.

Fucking hell, I think I just fell for the assemblyman's daughter.