Jungkook's mission? Gather information about Kim Seon-woo. Why? Because Seon-woo was the biggest wanted terrorist. The head believed only Jungkook could do it. So he was sent there to work as a bodyguard while gathering all the information to prevent any more bombing or smuggling and arrest him. It was going too good... until... she came. Seon-woo's niece. Kim Mei. His heart tingled. He brushed it off. Random crush, maybe... but the way his heart thumped against his chest said otherwise. He tried his best to avoid her. And the feeling that only came when it was her. She made it worse. She kept clinging. Being the clumsiest and spoiled kid by the whole family, Jungkook had to wander everywhere she went to make sure she didn't get herself hurt. She wouldn't let anyone help her unless it was him. Realizing she only listened to Jungkook, Seon-woo promoted him and made him her personal bodyguard... or maybe nanny. Whatever they thought. Jungkook eventually gave in and accepted that he loved her. But he never said it. He expressed it. Like a mirror showing the truth. No matter where she went, he was there. Not like a stalker. But like the angel who protected the precious thing without anyone noticing. He listened to her requests like a command.

"Lullaby?"

"No..."

"Lullaby?" Eyes tearing, lips wobbling.

"Fine..."

He couldn't see her crying. He might rip his own arm off if even he hurt her. He loved her. Not just words. But with actions. He cuddled, always kept a smile even if his jaw hurt... just to see her smile. That made him smile naturally anyway. He joked and pampered her because she was sensitive, and she hated coldness. She didn't even tolerate a poker face from him. He made sure he did everything she liked and kicked everything out she hated. He never complained about working extra. It was bare minimum for him. Those roses, cuddles, iving gifts, and acting like he had no idea about it. It was all bare minimum. She was the goddess who deserved the paradise on her feet. Oh, he wished he could do that, too. His mission went smoothly and actually... better. He was her only safe zone, so she said everything that happened in the house. Many of them were useless... but some of them were really necessary. He never let her know. Whenever she asked about love, he denied it. Not because he hated her or scared to say. He just doesn't do it. He loves showing it rather than saying it.

"Do you love me?"

"No..."

"Do you love me, please?

"No..."

The only question he always replies with... "No..."

Recently, the thing that was bothering him was his work. No, he wasn't doing anything wrong. Arresting the terrorist was easy until she said, "I love my family very much." How could he break her trust? The promise of protecting the things she loved? His heart clenched. He had to tell her the truth to get her out of this mess. But when? And how? He didn't let the tension affect her. He still stayed calm and playful with her.