Chapter 3: Cracks In The Ice
UNSPOKEN (말하지 않은)
genre: romance, slow-burn, fluff, angst, sexual tension, mutual pining
Chapter 3: Cracks in the Ice
As cracks begin to form in Haein’s carefully guarded exterior, Chaewoon remains a silent observer—watching, understanding, but never prying. Yet, the more she tries to ignore him, the more she finds herself unable to look away.
The ride back home was quiet, save for the faint hum of the engine and the occasional sound of Haein scrolling through her phone. She wasn’t really reading—just skimming through emails and messages, too drained to focus. The exhaustion of the day was settling in, yet a persistent chill crept through her despite the warmth of her coat.
She barely noticed when her fingers trembled slightly, or when she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. But Chaewoon did. Without a word, he adjusted the temperature in the car, subtly raising the heat. A few moments later, Haein realized her shivering had stopped.
Her brows furrowed. She hadn’t even realized she was cold. But he had.
Bodyguards were supposed to follow orders, react when necessary—not anticipate things she didn’t even voice out. She’d had plenty before, and not one of them had done more than the bare minimum. Chaewoon, however, seemed different.
Not that it meant anything. She still didn’t like him.
But annoyingly enough… she didn’t mind him either.
“How long have you been working for my grandfather, Mr. Woo?” Haein asked, her tone casual, eyes still fixed on her phone as she scrolled through unread messages.
Chaewoon, focused on the road, answered without hesitation. “Four months.”
“Such a short time,” she mused, tapping absentmindedly on her screen. “I guess you already gained his trust.”
Chaewoon blinked. Had he? He wasn’t sure. The chairman was a man of few words, his orders absolute yet often unexplained. One day, he was handling corporate security affairs; the next, he was reassigned to shadow his granddaughter—without warning, without justification.
Maybe it was a test. Maybe it was something else entirely.
Either way, Woo Chaewoon didn’t ask questions.
Chaewoon kept his eyes on the road, but he could feel Haein watching him now, her phone momentarily forgotten in her lap. “What did he say when he assigned you to me?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.
Chaewoon didn’t answer immediately. The chairman’s words echoed in his mind, but he settled on the simplest version. “To watch over you.”
Haein narrowed her eyes slightly. “That’s all?”
“Yes.” His response was clipped, unwavering.
She studied him for a moment, as if searching for cracks in his carefully maintained exterior.
“My job,” he continued, voice steady, “is to simply accompany you everywhere you go. Take orders from you, so you can use me as you please, Ms. Hong.”
Something about the way he said it made her pause. It wasn’t sarcastic, nor did it carry any hint of bitterness. It was just… factual. A declaration of duty.
Haein let out a quiet scoff, leaning back against her seat.
When they arrived at the mansion, Haein expected him to stop at the main entrance and let her go on her way. But, of course, he wouldn’t just leave her side that easily.
She reached for the door handle, but before she could open it, Chaewoon was already there, pulling it open for her. Haein stepped out, only to catch sight of his hand hovering above her head again—just like earlier, ready to shield her in case she miscalculated and hit the doorframe.
She pressed her lips together, torn between rolling her eyes and making a sarcastic remark about how she was perfectly capable of getting out of a car on her own. But exhaustion weighed heavy on her, and frankly, she didn’t have the energy for it.
Instead, she exhaled through her nose and turned toward the house. The warm glow from the entrance lights stretched across the driveway, casting long shadows as she made her way inside.
Of course, she wasn’t alone. The soft, steady footsteps behind her confirmed what she already knew—Chaewoon was following her.
I guess he’s going to follow me all the way to my room, she thought, resisting the urge to sigh.
Maybe she should slam the door in his face just to see if he’d stop.
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Chaewoon noticed the way her lips pressed together when he opened the car door. She wanted to say something—he could tell—but chose not to. Instead, she stepped out without a word, her movements slower than usual, her usual sharp posture softened by exhaustion. Even her commanding presence had dimmed, replaced by something quieter, almost weary.
He followed her in silence, his gaze subtly tracking the way she moved. Her steps were unhurried, almost aimless, yet she didn’t head for the main entrance. Instead, she veered toward the garden, taking the longer route despite her obvious fatigue.
Did she always take this way, even when she was this drained? Or was she heading somewhere else?
Chaewoon half-expected her to turn around and demand why he was still following her, maybe throw in a sharp remark about personal space. But she didn’t.
Something about the slow drag of her steps, the slight slump in her shoulders—it wasn’t just exhaustion. There was something else weighing her down. And for once, she didn’t seem to mind his presence.
Haein stopped abruptly, her gaze locked onto something in the garden. Chaewoon followed her line of sight and saw them—her parents, standing amidst the dimly lit hedges, deep in conversation.
His eyes flickered back to Haein, watching as her expression darkened. Whatever she was hearing, it wasn’t something she wanted to.
“Honey, don’t be so harsh on Haein,” her father’s voice carried softly through the night air. “How long will you let the past haunt you? You should let go and move on.”
There was a sharp pause before her mother responded, her tone colder, edged with something unresolved. “That’s what your father said back then.” A bitter chuckle. “Your father didn’t want any issues, so you obliged. I still don’t understand why Suwan had to die.”
At that name, Haein visibly tensed. The fatigue that had weighed her down moments ago disappeared, replaced by a rigid stillness. Her fingers twitched before curling into fists at her sides, and her eyes, already heavy with exhaustion, now reflected something far deeper.
“It was just an accident,” her father said, his voice softer now. “No one is to blame.”
“You’re right,” her mother murmured. “It’s no one’s fault. But Suwan is gone. And I’m still in pain every single day.”
Chaewoon barely had time to process the shift in Haein before she turned on her heel and walked away, her steps quick, almost urgent. He caught a glimpse of her face—her lips pressed tightly together, eyes misted but defiant. She didn’t want to hear more.
Without a word, he followed.
Suwan. Hong Suwan.
Chaewoon recognized the name instantly. It was in one of the files he had read about the Hong family—the Chairman’s eldest grandson, Haein’s older brother. He had died in an accident, a tragedy that cast a long shadow over the family.
The reports were clinical, filled with dates and facts, but standing here, seeing the way Haein’s entire body stiffened at the mention of his name, he realized how little those words truly conveyed.
He recalled one particular detail: Haein had been in the accident too. The only one who survived.
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When they reached her door, Haein didn’t spare him a glance. She stepped inside without hesitation, the door shutting behind her. Maybe he shouldn’t have followed her all the way here. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to see something so unguarded.
But as he stood there in the empty hallway, Chaewoon couldn’t shake the memories of the countless family dinners he had witnessed from a quiet corner of the Hong estate. The family gathered every night, and as the Chairman’s bodyguard, he had been present more than once.
The Chairman rarely attended, but when he did, Chaewoon would stand by his side, silently observing. And each time, his gaze would inevitably land on one family member who always seemed more like a heavy shadow than a presence—Hong Haein.
She barely spoke. She would eat in silence, her expression unreadable, and when she left the table, no one even seemed to notice. It was as if she existed on the fringes of her own family, a stranger in a house that was supposed to be her home.
She was known as the Ice Queen of the great Hong family—sharp-tongued, short-tempered, cold, and untouchable. Whenever she entered a room, it was like a sudden drop in temperature, her presence commanding yet unapproachable, as if daring anyone to stand in her way.
She seemed larger than life, a force to be reckoned with. And yet, inside her own home, she looked so small. Almost as if she might disappear at any moment, swallowed by the very walls that should have made her feel safe.
Did the Chairman notice this about his own granddaughter too?
A part of him hoped he did. Hoped that, perhaps, this was the reason he was assigned to her—not just to protect her, but because someone, somewhere, still cared enough to try.
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The next morning, as Haein stepped out of her room, she found Chaewoon already waiting outside.
Dressed in a navy-blue suit, her hair flawlessly styled, and her heels clicking against the marble floor, she looked every bit the woman the world knew her to be—cold, sharp, and untouchable. Watching her now, Chaewoon couldn’t help but wonder if this was the same Haein he had seen last night—the one with heavy shoulders and misty eyes.
Just as Haein was about to step out the front door, her mother’s voice cut through the vast hall.
“You missed dinner last night.”
From the words alone, it should have sounded like a mother concerned about her daughter skipping a meal. But it wasn’t. The tone was too sharp, too pointed—more accusation than worry.
Haein halted for a brief moment before turning to face her. “I got a bit busy last night. I apologize.” Her voice was even, controlled.
“The least you could do is inform us,” her mother replied, eyes cold with disapproval. “You’re really starting to lose respect just because your grandfather favors you.” Her gaze flickered toward Chaewoon. “Giving you your own bodyguard and everything… don’t start feeling too special.”
Haein sighed.
“Your younger brother should be the one getting special treatment. Is your grandfather not aware of how vulnerable he is?” her mother said, voice laced with disapproval.
“If you want a bodyguard, then take him,” Haein replied flatly. “You’re right—your son needs him more than I do.”
“Don’t give me that attitude, Haein.”
She glanced at her wristwatch. “As you can see, I’m already running late. I’ll inform you next time if I can’t attend dinner. And if Soocheol truly needs protection, inform Grandfather yourself to have Mr. Woo reassigned.”
With a single nod, she turned on her heel and walked out, not giving her mother the chance to argue further.
Chaewoon, who had been standing a few steps behind her, followed without a word. He had no place in their argument, but he had observed everything—the tension in Haein’s shoulders, the way her mother’s words cut deeper than she let on. He saw the flicker of emotion in her eyes before she masked it again, slipping seamlessly back into the persona of Hong Haein, the untouchable executive.
As they reached the car, he opened the door for her. She slid inside without so much as a glance. The drive to the office was quiet, just like the night before. But unlike then, when she had been drained, today she carried a different kind of exhaustion. One that settled deeper, heavier.
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The day unfolded like every other—structured, demanding, and relentless. Haein moved through it with practiced ease, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors.
Meetings filled her schedule, each one blending into the next discussions with high-profile clients, department evaluations, strategy briefings. She skimmed through reports with sharp eyes, making swift decisions, approving proposals, and dissecting financial forecasts with an air of unwavering confidence.
To everyone around her, she was the same Hong Haein—cold, calculating, and in complete control. But beneath the surface, she could still hear the echo of her mother’s voice from that morning, still feel the weight of an unspoken history pressing against her chest.
Chaewoon remained in the background, silent but ever-present. He noticed the way her fingers curled slightly tighter around her pen during certain conversations, the way she rolled her shoulders in between meetings, as if trying to shake off an invisible weight. He followed her through the day, standing just close enough to protect, just far enough not to intrude.
And yet, for someone who claimed she didn’t need him, she never once told him to leave.
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Haein should be bothered by how much Chaewoon was seeing—the cracks beneath her carefully crafted exterior. He had overheard her parents the night before, witnessed the sharp exchange with her mother this morning. These were the moments she despised the most—when the perfect image she upheld slipped, revealing something raw and unguarded. She hated being seen like that. She hated the idea of someone perceiving her as helpless. More than anything, she hated pitiful eyes.
But Chaewoon didn’t look at her like that.
She had been observing him, too. He was frustratingly good at his job, always a step ahead, always more alert than necessary. But what stood out more was his reaction—last night, this morning. No sympathy. No awkward attempts to comfort her. No hushed, careful tone people used when they thought she was too fragile to handle the truth.
He was simply… there.
Silent. Watchful. Unshaken.
It should have irritated her. Maybe it still did. But strangely, his presence wasn’t as suffocating as it should have been. It no longer set her on edge the way it did when he first arrived. And that was what unsettled her the most.
She was used to reading people. She was used to knowing exactly what their motives were. But with Woo Chaewoon, she wasn’t sure. She was wondering maybe he was just too unreadable.
But she could feel it. And most of the time, her gut feeling never betrayed her.
She glanced up from her paperwork, barely registering the voices of the executives droning on around her. Outside the glass walls of the meeting room, he stood—silent, watchful, unwavering.
Her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary, trying to decipher him.
Just who are you really, Woo Chaewoon?
Just as she was about to look away, his gaze met hers. Neither of them looked away.
Chaewoon tilted his head slightly, a silent question in his eyes: Do you need something?
Haein blinked, then casually averted her gaze, shifting her attention back to the meeting as if nothing happened.
But Chaewoon caught it—the slight hesitation, the flicker of something unreadable in her expression.
For the first time, Hong Haein was flustered.
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a little progress between our leads >< I apologize early if it's too slow or boring asdhjdsldejf next chapters will be more heart fluttering I promise I'm planning on uploading chapter 4 and 5 by today or tomorrow
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UNSPOKEN Special Chapter 2
genre: romance, slow-burn, sexual tension, mutual pining, suggestive
Special Chapter: An Intimate Moment (Sneak Peek)
In the quiet aftermath of a company party, Chaewoon and Haein find themselves wrapped in an intimate moment that turns from tender to charged with unspoken desire.
Unspoken will take a little longer to update again, so here's a little sneak peek of a future chapter I'm currently working on (this is when they've already established their relationship, maybe around chapter 18). Decided to use a scene where it's a little bit sensual hihi I hope you guys like it. (By the way it's actually my first time writing something this....idk sexy?? HAHAHA anyway pls forgive me if it's a bit cringe(?) tried my best to make it feel romantic ><)
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It was late at night, the moonlight casting a soft silver glow through the windows of Chaewoon’s cozy home. The warm amber hue of the living room lamp bathed the space in gentle light. On the sofa, Chaewoon sat comfortably, Haein curled up on his lap, her head resting against the crook of his neck, arms loosely draped around his shoulders. His right hand moved in slow, soothing circles along her back, while his left hand rested securely at her waist.
He was still in his suit from earlier, the tie slightly loosened; she wore a sleek black dress from the company party, the fabric hugging her like a second skin. They stayed like that for a long, unspoken moment—wrapped in quiet, in warmth, in the kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled. They just… fit.
Haein moved slightly and looked up. “Am I not heavy?” she asked with a faint smile.
Chaewoon chuckled softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You weigh like a feather.”
She grinned. “Good. Because I’m planning to stay like this for a while.”
He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m not planning to let you go anyway.”
Chaewoon’s lips brushed gently against Haein’s cheek, then lingered a little longer on her forehead. A soft kiss followed on the tip of her nose, then her chin, her jawline… and finally, the curve of her neck. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, reverent—like he was memorizing her with his mouth.
He moved lower, his lips grazing the bare skin of her shoulder, trailing down to her arm, and finally, her hand. He kissed the back of it softly, lingering there before looking up at her—eyes warm, dark, and filled with something tender and unspoken.
“I always get surprised when I see this side of you,” Haein whispered, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Chaewoon chuckled softly, his voice low and rich. “I always try to control myself when I’m with you.”
“Oh really?” she teased, sliding her arms around his broad shoulders and gently running her fingers through his hair.
“You don’t have to, you know,” she murmured, her voice barely above a breath. “You don’t have to control yourself around me… or with me.”
His gaze sharpened, a flicker of heat dancing in his eyes. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying, Haein.”
She tilted her head, raising a brow. “Try me.”
In a heartbeat, the air shifted.
One second, she was playing with his hair. The next, she was gasping—his soft kisses deepening into slow, heated ones against the sensitive skin of her neck. His hands roamed gently, reverently, as if discovering her all over again. Every movement was careful but intense, driven by the quiet fire between them neither of them dared name.
Haein’s long black dress had ridden up her thighs, Chaewoon’s hand resting beneath the fabric, fingers grazing her skin as his lips traveled from her neck down to her chest, leaving a trail of marks on her skin.
Her grip tightened on his shoulders, the rising pleasure making her lightheaded.
Chaewoon paused, kissing her jawline as he whispered, voice low and rough, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Haein barely managed a breath, her lips brushing against his ear. “What if I don’t want you to?”
“Haein….” He let out a soft growl at her words, his hands tightening slightly around her thighs, the tension between them dangerously rising.
Slowly, Haein met his gaze. Her hands slid up to his loosened necktie, tugging it free with deliberate ease before letting it fall to the floor.
“Do whatever you want with me tonight,” she whispered.
Something shifted in Chaewoon’s eyes—his gaze darkened, a silent promise sparking behind it. In one fluid motion, he lifted her into his arms and started toward the bedroom.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, lips brushing her temple. “I’ll take care of you tonight.”
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Trauma Code: A Hero in Love
genre: workplace romance, comedy, mutual pinning, slow-burn, banter, suggestive
1.2 Side Effects May Include...
Dr. Baek Kanghyuk was nothing if not a professional. He prided himself on his ability to stay focused, composed, and entirely unaffected by trivial matters.
But trivial matters apparently included Dr. Song Hye Joo.
And certain people were starting to notice.
“Dr. Baek,” Nurse Jang Mi called out sweetly, leaning against the nurse’s station with a knowing smile. “You seem awfully interested in Dr. Song’s patient chart. Should I be concerned?”
Kanghyuk, who had not been interested in the chart but rather in the way Hye Joo was speaking to a patient across the room, turned to her with a blank expression. “What are you talking about?”
“She’s talking about how you’ve been watching Dr. Song like she’s a rare specimen under observation,” Dr. Yang Jae Won chimed in, sliding into the conversation with a teasing grin.
Kanghyuk exhaled sharply. “I was simply making sure everything was running smoothly.”
“Uh-huh.” Jae Won crossed his arms. “So what about last night? When you—for the first time in history—decided to personally restock the supply closet while Dr. Song was in there doing inventory?”
Jang Mi gasped dramatically. “Wait, you did that? I thought we had a ghost helper or something!”
Kanghyuk pressed his lips into a firm line. “You two clearly have too much free time.”
“Oh, don’t worry. We make time for important discoveries,” Jang Mi said, smirking. “Like uncovering the fact that our very own Dr. Baek has a soft spot for a certain new doctor~.”
Jae Won leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. “It’s kind of cute, actually. Seeing you all… human for once.”
Kanghyuk shot them both a flat look. “You’re both mistaken.”
Jang Mi feigned disappointment. “Oh, that’s a shame. We were going to be supportive of your little crush, but if you insist—”
“—Then I insist you both take double shifts tomorrow.”
Silence.
Jang Mi’s jaw dropped. “Wait—what?”
Jae Won let out an exaggerated sigh. “Come on, doc. No need to be so defensive.”
Kanghyuk gave them both a slow, satisfied nod. “Consider it an opportunity to focus on actual work instead of pointless gossip.”
Jang Mi groaned, throwing her head back. “This is so unfair. Dr. Song gets a free pass just for existing while we get double shifts?”
Jae Won patted her shoulder solemnly. “It’s the price we pay for seeking the truth.”
Before either of them could argue further, Kanghyuk turned on his heel and walked off, heading toward his next patient. But not before catching a glimpse of Dr. Song Hye Joo in his peripheral vision—focused, determined, a soft furrow in her brow as she reviewed a case file.
He looked away quickly.
Not because he was flustered. Definitely not.
But because the last thing he needed was more ammunition for those two troublemakers.
Unfortunately, Jang Mi still called after him with a singsong voice as Jae Won giggled beside her. “Goodnight, Dr. Baek~! Don’t dream about Dr. Song too much!”
Kanghyuk sighed. He was going to make sure their double shifts were extra exhausting.
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Trauma Code: A Hero in Love
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Flashback 3: Check His Vitals— She's Back
The trauma center was unusually quiet for a Monday morning. The soft hum of monitors and the distant echo of footsteps filled the air as Dr. Baek Kang Hyuk reviewed the incoming roster on his tablet, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.
“New attending starts today,” A nurse said, walking past him with a clipboard. “Transferred from different hospitals. Impressive credentials. Dr. Hong? Or Song?… something.”
“Doctor what?” Kang Hyuk asked absently, eyes still glued to the screen.
“Didn’t catch the full name. But apparently, a bit of a hotshot.”
Kang Hyuk barely reacted. “We’ll see.”
He wasn’t one to be easily impressed—especially by doctors who arrived with reputations louder than their resumes. Trauma work, after all, didn’t care much for flair. It was about instincts, grit, and the ability to make life-or-death decisions in seconds. He sipped his coffee, unconcerned.
Until she walked in.
The doors swung open and in came a woman dressed in a tailored white coat, hair swept effortlessly into a low ponytail, stride confident and poised. Her presence turned heads—not because she was flashy, but because she exuded the kind of charisma you didn’t see often in hospital hallways. There was a self-assured glint in her eyes and a knowing curve to her smile.
Kang Hyuk looked up instinctively.
And then froze.
It couldn’t be.
But it was.
“Dr. Song Hyejoo,” the chief nurse announced with a bright smile. “Welcome to the trauma center.”
Song Hyejoo.
Med school rival. Debate partner. Library nemesis. The one who always raised her hand a second faster, who smirked every time she beat him by half a point on an exam. They’d spent years neck-and-neck at the top of their class, turning academic pressure into a personal game neither of them would ever admit they enjoyed.
But it wasn’t just rivalry. There were late-night study sessions that blurred into dawn, with half-empty coffee cups between them and scribbled notes exchanged without a word. Arguments that started over case studies but turned into laughter. Quiet moments in the library when they’d both reach for the same textbook and pretend not to notice their hands brushing. And that one rainy afternoon when she dozed off mid-study and he let her, watching the rise and fall of her breath like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And then—she was gone.
Transferred to another university in Seoul almost overnight. No warning, no explanation. Just a brief goodbye and a final glance that said everything they couldn’t.
Now, years later, she appeared out of nowhere.
It happened just a few weeks ago. The trauma bay had been chaos—sirens blaring, stretchers rolling in, staff scrambling to keep up with the influx. And in the middle of it all, was her.
Confident. Unshaken. Sharp.
He remembered waiting that day—telling himself it wasn’t a big deal. She said she’d drop by to check on her patient. Just a quick follow-up, nothing more. But she never came.
Days passed. Then weeks. And he had almost convinced himself to forget. To let it go. Maybe their meeting was only meant to be brief—two former classmates, intersecting for a moment before moving on again, just like before.
Bu then she came back.
And now, here she was.
She hadn’t changed much—still infuriatingly composed, still walking like she owned every hallway she stepped into. That same air of quiet brilliance wrapped around her like armor. And that smile—it was the same one that had always made their rivalry feel less like a battle, and more like a game he secretly enjoyed playing.
Hyejoo turned toward him with that same teasing glint in her eyes.
“Hey there, bet you weren’t expecting me,” she said, offering her hand.
He stood a beat too long before shaking it, the ghost of their last encounter flickering in the air between them. “You still have that dramatic entrance thing going on, huh?”
She grinned. “And you’re still terrible at hiding when you’re flustered.”
“I’m not flustered,” he said, voice betraying the slight stammer of surprise. “Just… surprised they let you in here without a personality screening.”
She laughed. “Please. I passed with flying colors. Charm gets you far in this world, Baek.”
“Too bad charm doesn’t stop bleeding.”
“No, but skill does. And lucky for you, I’ve got both.”
Jaewon and Jangmi exchanged wide-eyed glances behind them.
“Old rivals?” Jaewon whispered.
“Or exes,” Jangmi whispered back.
Kang Hyuk cleared his throat and straightened his coat. “Let’s see if you can still keep up in the trauma bay, Dr. Song.”
She stepped closer, close enough that he caught the faint scent of her perfume—same as before. “Try not to fall behind, Dr. Baek. I wouldn’t want to have to save your patient and your pride.”
He arched a brow. “Confidence bordering on arrogance. Some things never change.”
“And yet, here you are, still trying to impress me.”
That made him pause—just a fraction—before covering it with a low chuckle. “You wish.”
“Maybe I do,” she said with a wink, breezing past him and heading toward the board.
He blinked, watching her retreat. Okay. She still had the upper hand.
“Okay what was that?” Jangmi asked.
“History,” Jaewon said. “Definitely history.”
Kang Hyuk exhaled slowly and turned back to his chart. It was going to be a long shift.
But for the first time in a while, he didn’t mind.
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Your honor, I'm officially in love with Ju Ji Hoon and his characters TT
I mean, how can you not fall for the man T-T
Will be busy this weekend! Might drop the first chapter on Monday :)
UNSPOKEN - Synopsis
This is a story between Woo Chaewoon (Ju Jihoon) from Blood Free and Hong Haein (Kim Jiwon) from Queen of Tears
The undercover bodyguard and the chaebol heiress.
Woo Chaewoon was sent with one mission—get close to Chairman Hong, gain his trust, and uncover the secrets buried beneath Queens Group. But everything went off-script when the chairman, without warning, reassigned him as Hong Haein’s personal bodyguard.
Haein wasn’t just cold—she was ice itself. Sharp words, dismissive glances, and an iron-clad wall that no one dared to cross. “I don’t need a watchdog,” she told him on the first day, barely sparing him a glance. “Just stay out of my sight.” Her voice was clipped, her tone indifferent.
Chaewoon didn’t flinch. He met her gaze with the same level of calm he always carried. “Understood.” He said simply.
But he didn’t. He was always there—silently opening car doors, intercepting aggressive reporters, shielding her from prying eyes. She hated it at first. The way he was always watching, always within reach. But then came the moments she couldn’t ignore. The way he handed her warm tea on late, exhausting nights. How he stood in the pouring rain, waiting for her car to arrive, not moving an inch despite being drenched. The steady, unshaken presence that never demanded anything from her—just stayed.
She started to notice things. The way his eyes softened when she was exhausted. How his voice, always neutral, carried a quiet sincerity whenever he spoke to her. The way his hands, calloused yet careful, always seemed to steady her before she event realized she was faltering.
Chaewoon noticed things too. The way she laughed—real laughter—when she thought no one was watching. The tired loneliness in her eyes when the world wasn’t looking. The way her coldness wasn’t indifference, but armor.
He shouldn’t care. He was a spy, an outsider. But every time he called her name, every time she let her guard down just a little, he knew—his mission was no longer as simple as it once was. It was in the way his pulse slowed when he knew she was safe. The way he memorized his habits without meaning to—the slight furrow of her brows when she was deep in thought, the way she stirred her tea exactly three time before drinking it, and the way he started noticing the way her gaze softens when their eyes meet.
And when Haein, without thinking, grabbed his wrist one night, stopping him from leaving—her grip hesitant but firm—he realized she was beginning to see him too.
And that? That was more dangerous than any mission he had ever taken.
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Might actually make this into a full-length fanfiction with 10 chapters at most. I already have drafts but I still need to polish them. But idk we'll see :')
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this account has now become a place for me to write ju jihoon fanfics🫶🏻 let's be moots on twitter! @dalilmountain
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