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GUARDED HEARTS MASTERLIST | JJK

synopsis:

In a world where power and privilege collide, Evangeline Perez is more than just an heiress—she’s a force of nature. At twenty-four, she’s determined to carve her own path, even if it means defying her father’s overprotective instincts. But when a reckless stunt puts her life at risk, her father hires a bodyguard to keep her safe: Jeon Jungkook, a ruggedly handsome man with secrets of his own.

As tensions flare and sparks fly, Evangeline struggles against the constraints of her gilded cage, while Jungkook battles his growing attraction to the fiercely independent woman he’s sworn to protect. With danger lurking in the shadows, can they navigate the fine line between duty and desire? Or will the walls around their hearts prove more formidable than any threat?

pairing: bodyguard!Jungkook x rich!reader

genres: eventual smut and fluff, slow burn, angst, drama

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER-1

CHAPTER-2 (coming soon)

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Guarded Hearts | jjk

Prologue

Synopsis:

In a world where power and privilege collide, Evangeline Perez is more than just an heiress—she’s a force of nature. At twenty-four, she’s determined to carve her own path, even if it means defying her father’s overprotective instincts. But when a reckless stunt puts her life at risk, her father hires a bodyguard to keep her safe: Jeon Jungkook, a ruggedly handsome man with secrets of his own.

As tensions flare and sparks fly, Evangeline struggles against the constraints of her gilded cage, while Jungkook battles his growing attraction to the fiercely independent woman he’s sworn to protect. With danger lurking in the shadows, can they navigate the fine line between duty and desire? Or will the walls around their hearts prove more formidable than any threat?

Pairing: bodyguard!Jungkook x rich!reader

Word Count: 1780~

Author Note: Tried to keep the word count high, but alas :(

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CHAPTER - 1

Jeon Jungkook usually thinks his job is straightforward. Protecting a few high-profile clients from danger? He’s been doing it for nine years, and every one of his previous clients praised him, leaving only when the company reassigned him. He trusts his agency, confident they assign him the most important tasks—like safeguarding politicians. So why, he wonders, has he been handed a girl? A naive and annoying girl who seems to despise him.

It’s been a week without a single dangerous interaction, leading him to conclude she isn’t a significant target. Why, then, was he assigned to her? This thought spirals through his mind repeatedly. He wants to ask his company, but he doesn’t want to come off as ungrateful.

“How’s the new job been, Kook? Is the girl really the pain in the ass everyone says she is?”

“Every bit and more, Hobi. Every bit and more.”

As you walk through the mall with Jungkook trailing at a respectable distance, Jimin turns to you, eyebrows raised. “So your father is paying a hot dude to follow you around, and you’re upset? Why?”

“If the hot dude is at my throat, literally reporting everything I do to my dad, then yes,” you mutter, frustration bubbling over. Jungkook is annoying and cold. He only speaks when absolutely necessary, aside from that brat tamer comment, which makes you want to forget all about feminism.

Jimin scrunches his face in confusion. “What did you expect a bodyguard to do? Definitely not—”

“Ms. Perez, you have to be at your father's event in fifteen minutes. I recommend we leave now to avoid traffic.” Jungkook interrupts, his tone clipped and professional.

“Jeon, you’re my bodyguard, not my assistant.” You glance at the latest collection in the store, trying to ignore him. “Besides, Dad's speeches are awful. The later I arrive, the better.”

“Ms. Perez, I’ve been instructed—”

“Jeon. I said I will leave when I want to.” You lock eyes with him, challenging his authority. “Okay, totally not awkward,” Jimin interjects, looking between the two of you.

“Ms. Perez, I have been ordered to ensure you arrive at your father’s event on time. I don’t enjoy disappointing my clients.” His unwavering gaze softens your resolve.

“Jeon, you’re not disappointing me—”

“Your father is my client.” You clench your jaw, frustration rising. Just as you’re about to respond, Jimin jumps in.

“Eva, we’ve shopped enough for the gala. Let’s go before your father revokes my privileges.” He nudges you toward the exit, avoiding Jungkook’s piercing stare.

“I’d like that very much,” you mutter under your breath, annoyance simmering beneath the surface.

Jungkook had never met someone as annoying, deceiving, and nerve-wracking as you. Every time you opened your mouth, he felt a wave of irritation wash over him. Why can’t she see how reckless she’s being? he thought, the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. It’s like she thrives on chaos. Doesn’t she realize the stakes?

He wished he could just tune out your constant defiance, but it was impossible. How hard is it to follow instructions? he mused, exasperated. If only she would listen for once, maybe we could avoid all this drama.

You had a talent for turning every situation into a battleground, and it drove him to the edge. I signed up for protection, not a full-time babysitting gig. He never wanted to quit a job so badly as he did with you. This is beyond what I bargained for.

The thought of enduring one more minute of your stubbornness made him want to pull his hair out. You have potential, Eva, he reminded himself. But you waste it on petty rebellions. When will you learn?

But deep down, he knew he was getting drawn into your whirlwind whether he liked it or not.

Annoyed, you sit in the car, biting your lip as frustration bubbles up. Was Jungkook just another way for your father to control your life? The thought is maddening, and if things keep going this way, you’ll snap. Just as you’re spiraling, Jungkook takes a left turn, bringing you back to the present.

"Ms. Perez, we need to drop off your acquaintance before heading to the speech," Jungkook says, his tone clipped and authoritative.

"Jeon, Jimin is coming with me. I don't care what your orders are," you retort, anger flaring.

"I have been instructed to take you there alone, Ms. Perez," he replies, keeping his eyes on the road.

"And I don’t give a damn about your instructions! Jimin is coming with me," you snap, your irritation growing.

"Guys—" Jimin tries to interject, caught in the middle of your escalating conflict.

"No, Jimin. I’ve had enough of this!" Your voice rises, the tension in the car thickening.

"Either he comes with me, or we don't go to the speech at all, Jeon. Pick your fighter."

You lean forward, locking eyes with him, a challenge clear in your gaze.

The silence that follows hangs heavily, the engine humming softly beneath it.

Jimin, sensing it’s for the best, says, "You know what, Eva? I think I have to be somewhere." He gets out of the car, pursing his lips. "I'll text you later." You look at him, feeling completely betrayed by his sudden change of demeanor. You slam the car door shut and hit your head against the seat. You know it’s wrong to lash out at Jimin, but he was supposed to be your friend, your support. Jungkook silently drives ahead to the hall.

"If you think I have listened to you, then you are wrong Jeon."

"Sure Ms. Perez, if you say so."

On reaching the venue, as Jungkook opens your door, you squint against the harsh light. You step out, a solemn expression on your face, and immediately spot your family. They are the life of every party, while you feel like just a shadow in the background. The flowers in your hands droop, mirroring your mood. You know you will never be like your father, no matter how hard he tries or you try.

"Eva, I can't believe you are here on time!" your step mother says as both your parents make their way to you. You force a smile on your face. "Does that mean you forgive me about the entire bodyguard situation?" your dad whispers to you. you look at him a little flabbergasted, "No Dad,you can’t just brush that aside. It’s not that simple.” Your voice is firm, but the slight tremor reveals the tension bubbling beneath the surface.

Your father’s smile falters, and you see a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Eva, we can discuss this later. Right now, let’s focus on the event.”

You take a deep breath, struggling to maintain your composure. “Fine. But don’t expect me to pretend everything’s okay.”

As the event unfolds, you find yourself surrounded by laughter and chatter, but all you can feel is the weight of expectation bearing down on you. The hall sparkles with lavish decorations, and everyone seems to radiate joy—everyone except you.

Your stepmother chats animatedly with guests, her laughter ringing out like a bell, while you stand slightly apart, holding the drooping flowers like a lifeline. You catch glimpses of Jungkook, standing at a distance with a stoic expression, eyes scanning the room.

“What are you staring at?” you mutter, approaching him.

“Just ensuring your safety, Ms. Perez,” he replies, his tone clipped and professional. There’s a wall between you, one he’s carefully constructed, and it frustrates you more than you care to admit.

“I’m not a child, Jeon,” you say, crossing your arms defiantly. “I can handle myself.”

His gaze doesn’t waver. “That’s not the point. It’s about protecting you and your reputation. The media is always watching.”

“Great. Just what I need—another reminder of how I’m supposed to be perfect.” You roll your eyes, feeling the anger simmer beneath the surface.

The lights dim as your father steps up to the podium, his voice echoing through the hall. “Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests,” he begins, and you force yourself to pay attention. “Thank you for joining us tonight to celebrate the launch of my latest brand, Hemilton.”

As he continues, you feel your thoughts drifting. You glance around the room, observing the conversations, the laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Everyone is so engrossed in the festivities, and you feel utterly alone.

When your father finally mentions you, it’s brief and almost casual. “I’d like to thank my daughter, Eva, for her support and my lovely wife, Shanaya.” He smiles at you, but it feels more like an obligation than genuine acknowledgment.

Tears prick your eyes as frustration builds. “Is this it?” you whisper to yourself, feeling like a ghost haunting the edges of the celebration.

As your father wraps up his speech, you can’t hold back the tears any longer. The cameras pan to you, and you stand, shaking. “I can’t do this!” you exclaim, your voice breaking. “The least she deserves is her name in the speech!”

Jungkook’s expression shifts, concern etched across his features. He starts moving toward you, but you can’t bear the thought of being comforted right now. You turn on your heel and make for the exit, the weight of everyone’s expectations feeling suffocating.

Tears well in your eyes as you listen to your dad's speech. Hemilton was your mother’s brand—how could he do this to her? Did she not deserve even a single mention? He thanks Shanaya but not her? You take a deep breath, rising to your feet, trying to compose yourself. The cameras pan to you, but you can’t stop yourself from breaking down in front of them.

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Jungkook didn’t know what he was doing, but hours later, he would reflect on his instincts to protect his clients. Deep down, he understood it was more than just duty; it was personal. Watching you struggle, seeing the turmoil in your eyes—it felt like a profound failure on his part.

How could this happen? 

When he removed his coat and wrapped it around you, it was more than just an act of kindness. It was a protective gesture, a silent promise. You’re safe now, he thought, draping the fabric over you. It was a small shield against the judgmental eyes of the media.

His hand settled gently on your back, guiding you away from the chaos and into one of the spare rooms. No one should endure this kind of public exposure, he mused, feeling the warmth of your presence against his palm. He could hear you whimpering, each sound striking a chord deep within him.

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Guarded Hearts | jjk

Pairing: bodyguard! Jungkook x rich!reader

Genre: angst, slowburn, eventual smut and fluff

Synopsis:

In a world where power and privilege collide, Evangeline Perez is more than just an heiress—she’s a force of nature. At twenty-four, she’s determined to carve her own path, even if it means defying her father’s overprotective instincts. But when a reckless stunt puts her life at risk, her father hires a bodyguard to keep her safe: Jeon Jungkook, a ruggedly handsome man with secrets of his own.

As tensions flare and sparks fly, Evangeline struggles against the constraints of her gilded cage, while Jungkook battles his growing attraction to the fiercely independent woman he’s sworn to protect. With danger lurking in the shadows, can they navigate the fine line between duty and desire? Or will the walls around their hearts prove more formidable than any threat?

In "Guarded Hearts," passion ignites as love blooms in the unlikeliest of circumstances, where trust is tested and the stakes are higher than ever.

PROLOGUE

In the heart of a bustling metropolis, where skyscrapers pierce the clouds and ambition flows like the river that winds through the city, stands you—a striking heiress with a legacy as formidable as the towering glass and steel that surround you. At just twenty-four, you embody the spirit of the Perez dynasty, a family renowned for its pioneering innovations in technology and finance. With your raven-black hair cascading over tailored suits and piercing emerald eyes that seem to read the unspoken intentions of those around you, you are both revered and envied in equal measure. Yet, beneath the polished exterior, a restless spirit yearns for independence.

“Daddy, it was a mistake! I won’t do it ever again,” you plead, your voice rising in a mix of defiance and desperation. Your father’s gaze burns with disappointment. “Did your legs slip while trying to go to bed and end up jumping out the window?! Do you take me for an idiot, Evangeline?”

Fine, maybe that was a poorly thought-out lie, but the stakes feel impossibly high when your father uses your full name.

“Dad, I’m fine.” You emphasize the fine, your heart racing. “I just wanted to—”

“Wanted to what? Throw your life away? Do you know what could have happened to you tonight? You could have been killed or, worse, kidnapped—”

“How is kidnapping worse than killing?” you mutter under your breath, frustration bubbling just below the surface.

“—and you have the audacity to come here and tell me it was a mistake! God, Eva, I am so cross with you.”

A sigh escapes your lips. “I’m sorry, Dad. I won't do it again. I promise.”

“You won't.”

Your eyebrows raise. Well, that was easy.

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“DAD, NO!” you scream in your father's study, a place heavy with memories. It’s where you spent countless hours, the crackling fireplace holding stories of family gatherings and laughter. But today, that warmth feels distant.

“This is the only solution, Eva, to stop your reckless nonsense! I will not have a disobedient daughter, especially one who’s causing me these headaches.” He touches his ears dramatically, his expression a mix of pain and frustration.

“But Dad,” you try to keep your voice steady. “I don't need a bodyguard! I’m fine with Jin—”

“Jin is your goddamn butler. I won’t hold him responsible for protecting you.”

You roll your eyes, thinking of how often Jin gets distracted by his own duties.

“Daddy! It's 2024; we’ve moved past the whole ‘I need a man to protect me’ era! I can protect myself.” You attempt to bridge the generational gap, your frustration boiling over.

“Really?” Your father rises from his chair, a challenge in his eyes. “Why don’t you give your old man a few punches, then?”

“Wha— OW! DAD!” you scream as he effortlessly puts you in a playful headlock.

“And that’s me at fifty-five, Eva.”

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“Mr. Jeon?”

Jeon Jungkook straightens at the mention of his name, exuding a calm confidence. “Yes, that’s me.”

“So, Jeon Jungkook, is that your real name?” your father asks, nodding in approval at Jungkook’s composed demeanor.

“Yes, sir.”

“I hope you won’t find this job too harsh; my daughter is...” He glances around, lowering his voice. “...a bit heedless.”

“Is she in the room with us?” Jungkook asks, a hint of unease creeping in as he notices your father whispering conspiratorially in an empty room.

“No, of course not. I said heedless, not headless, Jeon. But she’s supposed to come in from her schedule any minute now, so you can meet her and start your duties. I’ve emailed you all her important acquaintances.”

“If anything seems off, I’ll be the first person in your contact list, understood?” your father’s tone is firm.

“Of course, sir.”

Just then, you enter the study, flowers in hand, only to freeze when you see the stranger. A man in his late twenties sits across from your father, his right hand covered in tattoos, muscles straining against his fitted black suit. His striking black eyes lock onto you, and time seems to slow as the flowers tumble from your grip, dropping in silent homage. You could practically hear the wedding bells.

“Eva, this is Jeon Jungkook, your new bodyguard I was talking about. Jeon, this is Evangeline.”

The weight of your daydreams crashing fills the air, and you clench your jaw, annoyance flaring within. Life never seems to give you a break.

“I’ll give you both time to buddy up. Eva, don’t mess this up,” your father says, patting Jungkook on the shoulder before stepping out of the study.

You force a smile, trying to mask your frustration.

“Ready for your babysitting job, Jeon?” you ask, sarcasm lacing your words as you secretly hope he’ll quit right then and there.

Jungkook stands, meeting your gaze with a smirk.

“What can I say, Ms. Perez? I’m a brat tamer, after all.”

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