Momo strolls down the hall, serious about her job.

“Clear,” Momo says as she pulls the collar to , pressing the microphone.

Hirai double checks the window and oppositely walks down the hall to the secured room. She safely secures her glock and fixes her blazer.

She stands tall with arms behind her back guarding the door with her life.

Momo checks her watch, and yawns with closed. Although she’s tired, she needs to be alert and aware of her surroundings.

After what happened yesterday, she needs to be extra careful. It’s her job to solely protect Nayeon, and if she can’t do that then she’s failed.

Hirai knocks, wanting to ensure Nayeon is alright.

Nayeon gets out of bed to answer the door, and checks her watch. She knows the security is for her protection, but Momo must be tired after standing on her feet for hours.

“Are you alright?” Momo caringly questions, checking on her as well.

Nayeon nods her head, but the real question is if Momo is okay. She can see her back slump a little, and the semi dark circles under her eyes. She’s tired.

“Come in,” Nayeon states.

“I need to guard the door,” Momo explains and continues to stand though she could collapse at the sight of a comfortable bed.

“It’s late, I know you’re tired,” Nayeon insists, opening the door wide.

“I shouldn’t,” Momo hesitantly says as she gazes into her gentle eyes.

“You should,” Nayeon implies. If Hirai doesn’t enter, then she knows Nayeon will wait by the door too. And it’s safer with the door closed than open.

Though Hirai is