The Bodyguard (A Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter One: A Cover Up

"I'm sorry but... you're going to have to take the fall for this one."

The director of the FBI stood in front of me. When someone is called into his office, it's never a good sign. So I sat in this uncomfortable chair, waiting to get lectured.

Needless to say, I wasn't shocked by his words. But I certainly was disappointed.

Yesterday I was on a high profile mission that went south; not because of me but because of my partner. My partner was a man named Joe, a very boring name to suit a boring person. He was part this organization because his 'daddy' was one of the higher-ups. Nepotism is a bitch.

Joe was nowhere near qualified for this job. 

Yesterday, we were transporting a witness. This witness had very important information that we needed for a case against a crime boss. This crime boss was the bane of my, and the FBI's, existence. He was involved in all sorts of crime, anything you can imagine. He trafficked drugs, people, and participated in heinous crimes on the daily. I can't even count the number of bodies we had to dig up because of him. This crime boss was the reason I needed sleeping medication to fall asleep at night. This man was so infamous that he was known around the US as: The Boss.

We have a whole portfolio of information that we were going to use against The Boss in court. But there was no way of connecting The Boss directly to these crimes without this witness's testimony.

Everything was going perfectly. I planned on having a good night's sleep after all this was over with. But it all went wrong when the witness insisted on going to the bathroom before court. We are supposed to watch the witness closely, no matter where he goes. Since the witness is a man, I can't go into the bathroom with him. Joe was supposed to go into the bathroom with the witness.

But he didn't. Joe insisted on waiting outside.

And as a result, the witness was assassinated.

Now my identity has been compromised (conveniently not Joe's). We were not going to be able take down the mafia boss. And I was taking all of the blame.

My new name might as well be scapegoat.

I sat, arms crossed, not wanting to respond to The Director. I knew anything that came out of my mouth would be unprofessional. I didn't want to offend one of the most powerful bureaus in the United States.

"What do you expect me to do?" I muttered.

While I was getting lectured and possible fired, Joe was in the other room being babied and transferred to another department. What else should I expect? I was the youngest female to ever work in the FBI, which meant I rarely got the same treatment as any male here. I was one of the few women that worked in my field.

I should have seen this coming from a mile away.

The men in the FBI were intimidated by me since day one. They were looking for a reason, any reason, to get rid of me. And it was delivered to them on a silver platter.

A dead informant? That was the perfect reason for them to fire me.

"Well..." The director sighed, trying to seem sympathetic with my situation. I could see through his facade. He probably was just thinking about what he'd eat for lunch. "I'm sure you're aware that The Boss knows what you look like now. So we might have to put you into witness protection."

I rolled my eyes, "No way. Come up with something else."

The Director flipped open my file, shifting through the documents. It contained pictures of me and all information about my background. I was sure he was thinking of some other awful thing to do with me.

Maybe transfer me to the DMV? That would be the worst punishment ever.

"Your mother is Korean right?" The Director asked.

I nodded, sighing. I lived in America my whole life, but I could still speak Korean. I've even trained in Taekwondo my whole life. I almost made it on the US Olympic team, too.

However, rather than having international fame for being an Olympian, life took me in a different direction. My high IQ and physical prowess caught the attention of the American government. They recruited me to become an operative when I was 16. Since then, I was groomed with the intentions of joining the FBI. For four years, I went through extensive training, while also having to go to High School on the side.

Once I landed this job, my mom moved back to Korea. She assumed I was being well taken care of, but she was dead wrong. These assholes were looking for a reason to drop me for years.

"Yes, I'm half Korean. Why?" I asked.

"You could just... go back." The director replied nonchalantly, closing my folder and pushing it back towards me.

I scoffed, "Are you suggesting I go back to my country?"

Wouldn't be the first time I heard that one.

"It could be in your best interest if you went back to Korea for a little while. Once  we nab this mob boss, then you can come back." The Director suggested, "Until then, lay low in Korea."

"For how long?" I asked. I was so used to working with the FBI that I couldn't imagine myself doing anything else. This job was a huge part of my life. I would be suffering if I went to Korea. Sure, I was a citizen of Korean. But I never visited my homeland in my whole life, I would be a total alien there. "I need this job!"

Furthermore, it wasn't a matter of when the FBI would catch The Boss, it was a matter of if they could.

"Calm down." The director sighed, putting his hand up to silence me. "We are moving in on another informants, and we're collecting more evidence. It shouldn't take more than a year." I couldn't be sure if his words were truthful or not. He walked towards the door of the office, pausing, "Of course, you could always go into witness protection until then... You choose."

The Director disappeared, the door closing loudly behind him. I was left alone in his office with nothing but my anger and resentment. I was far more qualified for this job than anyone else here! But because I was young and a woman, they were throwing me under the bus.

Go into the Witness Protection Program? Never. I'd rather die.

I sighed, standing up abruptly. The chair screeched against the floor underneath me.

"I guess I have no other choice." I muttered to myself.

I took my badge out of my pocket and the gun out of its holster, setting them both on the table. I left the office, feeling depressed as I would through the department.

'I'll miss this place.' I thought, hanging my head.

"Schedule me a flight to Korea for tomorrow morning." I said to the receptionist on my way out. "I'm going to go home and pack..."