This is a spin-off from the scenario Chapter 127

For: Me, duh
Name: Lee Aeyoung
Partner: Taeil (NCT)
Scenario: (Your Story) When Taeil broke his promise to protect Aeyoung

Song: NCT U – Without You

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odwg8iGh3EQ

*Credit to the owners of the pictures (He's gonna be the death of me. O///O)

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Taeil remembered precisely, their first encounter. The way she stared at him curiously from under the tree, the way her lips turned down to a scowl and the way her eyes narrowed, trying to take a good look on him. He swore, that’s the first time he met eyes with such a beautiful being.

“Hey. Get down, silver haired guy. You’ll fall at this rate.”

Her advice was ignored by him and he jumped over towards the wall, crouching over the top of it. He was about to hop down to the other side when something hard hit him on the back of his head. Looking over his shoulder while rubbing over his bruise, he almost shouted his lungs out at her but halted upon seeing an old man approaching. He blinked when he recognized the man in a second but he didn’t budge from his spot. The girl then took her book that fell on the grass and saw the man behind her.

“Father,” she spoke out making his eyes to widen. “Father?”

“Taeil. Aren’t you going to come here and greet me?” The man smiled warmly with a wave of his hand.

He did follow his command and she felt so absurd that he could jump from that high place without a scratch.

“You came here again, President Lee,” Taeil bowed with full of respect as the guy let out a soft smile. “You look exactly the same as your late father when he’s your age.”

Taeil stayed silent but still mirrored his action making the girl to blink at his changing aura. It’s as if the cold demeanor he was giving her just now disappeared.

President Lee turned to look at his daughter and he called for her, “Aeyoung-ah.”

Aeyoung snapped out of her daze and stepped near her father hurriedly, “Yes, father.”

“This guy, Moon Taeil is his name, will be your personal bodyguard from now on,” he stated with his ever calm voice.

Taeil saw the way Aeyoung’s eyes rounded and his face left no expression. He knew that his job after this was to protect someone but he doesn’t know who. Looks like he finally gets to meet the said person President Lee was talking about.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, My Lady. I’m sorry for my previous rude behavior,” his arm was in front of his abdomen and he politely bowed to his, from now on, Master.

“N-no! I-it’s fine. Y-you can lift up your f-face now,” she assured with a nod before trying to straighten his back. “I would be mad too if someone threw a book to my head so, really, it’s okay. I want to apologize too.”

“Stop smiling. You’re creping the hell out of me.”

Taeil frowned at Chanyeol, one of the butlers that were working for the Lee’s family as the said guy was flipping over a magazine. He snatched his rubix cube from on top of his nightstand, wanting to pitch the thing to the guy but prevented himself. One, Chanyeol can easily catch it with his eyes closed and two, as much as Taeil hate it, the guy is older than him so he kind of has to show his respect.

“Whatever,” he muttered and ended their conversation at that.

Even though they’re roommates, they never really get along, probably because both are more of a listener than a talker and also the ‘2 years apart’ barrier. Taeil stood up from his bed, getting ready to go out since he did promise their Young Lady that he’ll accompany her in picking a present for her younger brother.

“Going somewhere?” Chanyeol had pulled the magazine down and he was now eyeing Taeil’s casual clothes.

Taeil closed his drawer before turning to Chanyeol with a crooked grin. “Yeap. I have a date to go to.”

After Taeil went out, Chanyeol shook his head with a snort, “Didn’t know the brat has a girlfriend. Man, I’m getting jealous for nothing.”

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“What do guys like?” Aeyoung inquired, mostly to herself though 30% of the question was pointed to Taeil who was following after her. “Different people have different taste, Young Lady.”

“What do you like then?” she turned around to look at him and she was now walking