There were tons of fans at the airport, and we could barely move.
I tried my best to clear a path for You Yan, but we were still jostled and even blocked at the elevator.
I was getting frustrated. I pushed through the crowd, wrapped my arm around You Yan’s waist, and pulled him into the elevator, turning my back to shield him from the fans and cameras.
You Yan was cornered in the elevator, hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his lips.
As the doors closed, he lowered his eyes and blew gently at my bangs.
I realized we were standing a bit too close and quickly stepped back.
For an omega, You Yan was surprisingly tall. Maybe because I’d burned out from years of training, I was actually half a head shorter than him.
As the elevator descended, I started to feel awkward about my earlier move. Should I apologize? Suddenly, he spoke from above me.
“Looked like a selfie stick hit you earlier. Does it hurt?”
I’d been so tense I hadn’t noticed, but now that he mentioned it, my back did ache a bit.
“I’m fine.”
“Come to my car later. Take off your shirt and let me check.”
I widened my eyes and quickly refused. You Yan just smiled and didn’t press.
After getting him to his car in the underground garage, my work for the day was done.
The rest of the time was his private life—off-limits for me.
But the car didn’t drive off right away. The window rolled down, and You Yan leaned out, arms crossed on the door, his eyes shining with a look I couldn’t read.
“By the way, my fans have wild imaginations and love to ship me with people. Don’t get freaked out.”
He straightened up and sped off, leaving me standing there, confused.
What did he mean, I’d get freaked out?
After showering at home, I was still curious. I registered an account and searched for You Yan.
At first, it was just endless praise from his fans—nothing useful.
Then I added “bodyguard” after his name.
The search results turned into something I couldn’t even understand.
[“Beautiful top, loyal bottom—oh my god, is this my new favorite pairing?”]
[“Upstairs, brave people are already feasting.”]
[“Did our Yan already devour his bodyguard? Why do they act so natural together!”]
[“No way you get that comfortable without at least three days and nights together!”]
[“Anyone cooking up fanfic? If not, I’ll have to do it myself—check my page!”]
I clicked into one fan’s page. Her pinned post was a picture, but it was upside down. I flipped my phone, but it was mirrored too.
…What on earth needed this much security?
I patiently downloaded the image, reversed and mirrored it, and finally saw it clearly.
After just a few glances, I almost threw my phone across the room.
How could these sweet, innocent girls write such explicit stuff!
By the end, I felt like my eyes were glued shut by all the “high-protein” content.
Thanks a lot, You Yan.
If he hadn’t warned me, I never would have searched—and I really did get freaked out.
And… why am I always the bottom? Is OB (omega x beta) a thing now?
I forced myself to read it again and noticed something strange—the fans all assumed You Yan was an alpha.
That made sense. Many celebrities don’t reveal their secondary gender, and You Yan didn’t seem like an omega at first glance, so the fans didn’t know the truth.
The truth is, You Yan is an omega who needs my protection.
Even if you want to ship us, you’ve got it backwards, girls!
I guess in the real world, your identity is what you make it. The entertainment industry is all about personas.
The next day, there was a variety show recording. I arrived early at the studio.
After last night’s eye-opening experience, I thought I’d feel awkward seeing him, but when I spotted him from afar, all those dirty thoughts vanished.
You Yan was casually dressed in a camel trench coat, hair and makeup undone, looking relaxed but with a distant, unapproachable air.
But that coldness melted instantly when he saw me. I felt a strange warmth in my chest.
It reminded me of a puppy I had years ago—trying to act fierce in front of strangers but whimpering with relief when I came home.
The “puppy” came up to me.
“So early. Did you have breakfast?”
“Yeah.”
Actually, I’d barely slept all night after reading those explicit fanfics, and the dark circles under my eyes were obvious.
He took off his coat and hung it up, pointing to a sofa bed nearby.
“Get some sleep. I’ll wake you when we’re done recording.”
How could I? The boss is working while I nap?
You Yan saw my reluctance and, without waiting for my protest, pushed me down onto the sofa. I was surprised by his strength—I couldn’t break free for a moment.
“Lack of sleep affects your performance.”
The polite refusal on my lips died. There was no need to act tough. If I messed up because I was tired and failed to protect You Yan, that would be a real disaster.
Chapter 03
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