Black Blood Yoon and Joon

The sleek, glass-paneled office at the top of Yoon Corporation's headquarters was quiet. Yoon Seo, the company's stoic CEO, sat at his desk, reviewing files while the city skyline glowed in the background. A knock interrupted the silence.

Yoon

“Send him in,” Yoon said without looking up

The door opened, and a man stepped in. He was taller than most, his frame solid and imposing. He had sharp, dark eyes that sized up the room with an air of defiance. Dressed in a simple leather jacket and jeans, Joon Han looked completely out of place.

Joon

“You’re the boss?” Joon asked, his tone clipped.

Yoon finally looked up. There was something strangely familiar about the man standing before him, but he couldn’t place it. Shaking off the thought, he rose to his feet.

Yoon

“I’m Yoon Seo, yes. You must be Han Joon, the boxer.”

Joon

Joon crossed his arms. “Yeah, but let’s get one thing straight. I’m not here for the job. I don’t babysit rich guys who can’t fight their own battles.”

Yoon’s expression didn’t change. Instead, he calmly walked around his desk and stood directly in front of Joon.

Yoon

“I don’t need a babysitter,” he said, his voice cold but composed. “I need someone capable of protecting me from credible threats. If that’s not you, you’re free to leave.”

Joon

Joon smirked, leaning closer. “You think money can buy everything, huh?”

Yoon

“Not everything,” Yoon replied, meeting his gaze. For a moment, their eyes locked, and an unexplainable tension filled the air.

Joon

Joon stepped back, shaking his head. “This was a waste of time.” Without another word, he turned and left, the sound of the door slamming echoing behind him.

A week passed before Yoon heard Joon’s name again. The threats against him had escalated, and his advisors were more insistent than ever about hiring personal security. Against his better judgment, Yoon decided to approach Joon himself. He found him at a dimly lit boxing gym, throwing punches at a heavy bag. Sweat glistened on Joon’s skin as he moved with precision and power.

Joon

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” Joon said without turning around. “But I already said no.”

Yoon

“I’m not here to beg,” Yoon replied. “I’m here because you’re the best.”

Joon

Joon paused, grabbing a towel to wipe his face. “Flattery won’t work, Mr. CEO.”

Yoon

“It’s not flattery. It’s a fact.” Yoon’s voice was steady, but beneath his calm exterior, he felt that strange pull again—like he’d known Joon long before this moment. “I know you’re not afraid of a challenge. So why run from this one?”

Joon

Joon laughed, tossing the towel aside. “Run? You’ve got it backward. I don’t waste my time protecting guys like you.”

Yoon

Yoon took a step closer. “What do you mean by ‘guys like me’?”

Joon

Joon hesitated, then muttered under his breath, “You’ve always been like this, haven’t you, Yoon-ah?”

The name slipped out so naturally, it took a moment for both of them to register it. Joon froze, his eyes widening slightly. Yoon’s heart skipped a beat.

Yoon

“What did you just call me?” Yoon asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Joon

“Nothing,” Joon said quickly, turning away. “Forget it.”

But Yoon couldn’t forget it. The way Joon said his name felt like a memory—distant but vivid, like a fragment of a dream he couldn’t quite grasp.

The turning point came at a high-profile charity gala. Yoon was in attendance, dressed in his usual tailored suit, mingling with the city’s elite. The atmosphere was lively until chaos erupted. Gunshots rang out, and screams filled the hall. Yoon’s security team scrambled, but their efforts were disorganized. Amid the chaos, a figure emerged—Joon, moving with the speed and precision of a seasoned fighter.

Joon

“Get down!” Joon barked, shoving Yoon behind a marble pillar.

Yoon

“What are you doing here?” Yoon asked, shocked.

Joon

“Saving your ass, apparently,” Joon muttered, landing a punch on an approaching assailant.

Once the attackers were subdued and the police arrived, Yoon and Joon found themselves alone in a quiet corner of the building.

Yoon

“You didn’t have to do that,” Yoon said.

Joon

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t let you die before you figured out how to take care of yourself,” Joon replied with a smirk.

Yoon

For the first time in years, Yoon smiled—a small, fleeting smile, but a smile nonetheless. “So does this mean you’re accepting the job?”

Joon

Joon sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. But don’t get any ideas. This is just business.”

Yoon

“Of course,” Yoon said, though the look in his eyes suggested otherwise.

Weeks passed, and Joon settled into his role as Yoon’s bodyguard. Despite his initial reluctance, he found himself strangely protective of the CEO. Meanwhile, Yoon couldn’t shake the feeling that their connection ran deeper than he understood.

Joon

One night, over drinks in Yoon’s penthouse, Joon broke the silence. “Do you ever feel like… you’ve lost something? Or someone?”

Yoon

Yoon stared into his glass. “Every day,” he admitted.

Joon

“I don’t know,” Joon said, his voice softer than usual. “But when I look at you… it feels like I’ve known you forever.”

Yoon didn’t respond, but in his heart, he knew Joon was right. Their story was far from over—this was only the beginning.