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"Mistress," came the exasperated sigh as Fahrenheit obediently followed Ami halfway across Seoul. After looking at the thirty-sixth store, he would have expected her to find a suitable gift by now. Unfortunately, she hadn't, and continued to make him walk across street after street to store after heavily perfumed store. The particular grins from several of the salesladies that were directed his way when Ami's back was turned, was starting to bother him faintly.

Idly, Fahrenheit couldn't help but examine Ami for any type of fatigue, but saw none. Himself, he wasn't the least bit fatigued only because his endurance –both physically and emotionally- were quite adept from the previous training and missions before he had been commissioned with Ami. Still, Ami, who couldn't even run half a mile without collapsing after the first three minutes, was walking vigorously to the next store as if they had just started their voyage.

Why in the world was Ami traveling across half of South Korea for just one gift? Fahrenheit mentally rolled his eyes as he grudgingly followed his mistress to the thirty-seventh store that afternoon. He was her bodyguard, but it didn't mean that she could force him to tag along with her during her shopping expedition.

Opening his mental drawer that contained the contract that he and her mother had gone through before her death, he quickly reread the contract that contained what the conditions were for watching her. Damn. Rereading the fourth paragraph, second sentence, he realized that she really did have the authority to make him do so.

Shaking his head in frustration, Fahrenheit resumed his normal apathetic façade, his eyes quickly scanning his central and peripheral vision for any type of contingency. He mentally gave the area a checkmark, seeing nothing that could potentially harm his charge, Fahrenheit tuned back in on Ami's never ending chatter.

"- thought I might get a stuffed animal, but that seemed too childish. Therefore, I guess we'll keep on looking. Fahrenheit, are you listening?" Ami frowned as her eyes immediately narrowed on the faraway look in his eyes. Most people would think he was actually paying attention to them, but Ami, who had been taken care of by him for so long, could see that he was thinking of something, something that didn't involve what she was talking about now.

"Yes, I am Mistress," Fahrenheit automatically replied. Checking the last sentence that she spoke, he repeated what she said to make her think that he had actually been listening and not going over their contract. "A stuffed animal would be unsuitable as a gift."

A small frown appeared on his brow. Fahrenheit was just realized that he was parading around with a happy-go-lucky president's daughter and he didn't even what it was or whom it was for. He should know the answers to both of these questions since it most likely involved her safety, he yet didn't. "Do you even know what store you're going to buy the gift from?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Ami chirped cheerfully, ignoring the small glare being sent her way. Fahrenheit always thought too deeply for her tastes so she took the best option, leave him alone to his thoughts. She would still be safe –he was proficient with multitasking- so there was no need to worry bout that.

Ami raised a hand behind her, waving it at him as she beckoned him to follow her as she spied an area with potential present items that she had left untouched. "Don't worry Fahrenheit! I'm sure we'll find it eventually,

'Eventually…' Fahrenheit mentally sighed in defeat as he nodded his head slowly. Seeing her hand still beckoning him, he quickened his pace to a vigorous speed to follow the energetic girl as she trailed off from the extravagant stores to the homey outdoor stalls that sprinkled the streets nearby.

The two walked in silence along the sidewalk except for the occasional 'oooh…' or 'ahh…' from Ami as she examined the trinkets in the outdoor stalls with childish delight. She was holding a small Doberman pincher stuffed toy, playing with its soft, pointy ears and marveling at how cute it was. That is, until Fahrenheit spoke up once more.

"Ami," said Fahrenheit as he stopped beside her to casually examine the other plushies. He dropped the formality of calling her 'mistress' since it was only the two of them, "What exactly are you looking for anyway?"

"Hmm…" Ami carefully placed the Doberman plushie back down in its original spot, giving it one last gentle pat on its soft head. She placed her index finger on her cheek, a thoughtful expression on her face. Suddenly, it clicked. Ami clapped her hands together and said, "I'm not exactly sure!"

Fahrenheit's eyes nearly bugged out as he stared down at Ami in utter disbelief. Mentally, he tried his best to calm himself down before he accidentally went out and killed some bystander to vent out his rage. Even he had his limits. "Then…why are we getting it?"

"It's for an anniversary!" Ami grinned widely, a somewhat nostalgic look in her eyes as they softened at the word 'anniversary'. Now that she thought about it, being with him seemed much longer than just one year. Had it really been that long? Her nostalgic smile deepened at all the good and bad times that had transpired between the two.

"An anniversary for whom exactly?" Fahrenheit asked curiously, interested in who the gift was for specifically. It wasn't for Eui-Jung because…well…the girl was still mad at Ami for not telling her of her new cell phone number. That, and the girl's birthday wasn't until five months away.

"It's a secret," she answered, her voice softer now as she started to skip down the sidewalk happily. Turning around, knowing fully well he would continue to inquire her about whom the gift was for; she smiled brightly at him, giving him only one hint. "It's for someone special though."

"Really now?" Was the irritated reply. Fahrenheit the small annoyance that had been bugging him slowly grow, not at Ami per say, but more at the person –who he didn't even know- that was receiving this special gift. "May I ask what the anniversary is?"

"Our first meeting. Actually…" she looked absently at the store window as they passed by it, aqua colored eyes staring at the glistening and expensive items with complete and utter scrutiny. "We haven't known each other that long."

"What?" Fahrenheit grabbed her hand, stopping Ami mid-skip, "Why are you buying a gift for this person if you've barely known them that long?"

"The time we've been together doesn't matter," she placed both of her hands over her heart, "But…I know that he really is a kind person."

"Wait a minute. It's a he?" Fahrenheit frowned, this only adding to his anger. How could Ami know a boy without HIM, her present bodyguard by her side, knowing also? His job was primarily to protect and screen the backgrounds of everyone she met and would potentially meet. It was all part of the job. Especially now that Ami was taking care of her looks, it was a job itself to take care of the boys that she met. "Does your father know about this boy?"

"Of course!" Ami grinned, gently tugging her hand out of his grip as it relaxed enough to pull it out, wanting to see a particularly item in the next store over. "Daddy doesn't really like me with this guy, but…he knows I'm safe."

In the back of Ami's mind, she could not help but worry slightly. Fahrenheit usually went along with whatever she wanted, with some prodding of course. He generally didn't ask her about the reason why she went where she went, he often knew what she was thinking –sometimes before she knew it herself- and left her alone to her happy thoughts. However, this time, he was actually inquiring her about her activities.

"…" Fahrenheit did not reply to her answer, but his eyes narrowed further at the ground to an almost deadly level. He knew every person who Ami encountered, the day, place, and even the time. Heck, he could probably describe them from their exact height to their sock colors if he wanted to. Yet how did this one guy pass his radar? It couldn't be Moo-Hyun…could it?

Ami…she didn't know him that long, nor did her father fully approve of her being with him because he was a North Korean, but trusted the boy to behave around Ami. She was his beloved cousin after all. On the other hand, to top it all off, Ami was blatantly infatuated with him, even though he was her cousin. It didn't seem to deter Ami's feelings for him though.

At the corner of his eyes, he saw her walk into one of the stores. It was simple, nothing too fancy, but nothing too cheap. Patiently, he leaned against a nearby tree, watching her carefully from the giant window out front, and the surrounding areas to make sure that she was safe. He didn't want to go in with her. For some peculiar reason, he didn't feel comfortable seeing the gift that she was getting her 'friend'.

Ami, inside the store, was chatting happily with the saleslady, asking the price of a particular item. Unknown to her, Fahrenheit was still in deep thought about the person who was receiving the gift.

'I knew I should've down away with him when I had the chance,' Fahrenheit thought to himself, absently thrumming his fingers against his arm as he continued to wait on Ami as she began what looked like bargaining with the saleslady.

Suddenly, he paused in his thought process, wondering why he was worried about something insignificant as a present for a teenager's friend. 'Why…should I be worried about whose she's buying a gift for? I'm just…her bodyguard after all.'

A resigned sign escaped his lips as he murmured as he took an inhale of air, trying to calm his senses, "I'm just her bodyguard, that's it."

Fahrenheit couldn't help but chuckle at himself. Why was he feeling worked up over a meaningless gift? He should not be feeling emotions such as these. Ami…she was a client that had been contracted by him and her mother before her birth. With his other clients, there was always vague interest or bored apathy, nothing else. Yet…for this one teenage girl, his normally dead emotions were suddenly coming back to life.

Why?

'There's no use worrying about it,' he though, wincing, as his chest seemed to clench, making him visibly wince. Shaking the small pain off, he looked up to see Ami coming out of the store, a wide grin on her face.

"Fahrenheit! I'm done," she giggled as she finally reached him, bending down slightly to catch her breath. A light blush –either from exhaustion or excitement- blotted across her cheeks as she turned her head upward to look at him, "I can't wait to give it to him!"

Ami leaned back up after catching her breath, bringing the small pink bag up to eyelevel to let Fahrenheit see the bag that contained the gift. "I didn't know what he would like exactly though. I mean, he really doesn't talk much about himself so…I'm afraid he might not like it. Do you think he'll like it?"

Fahrenheit wanted to say that a person who she barely knew would probably dislike her gift. He wanted to break that happy expression on her face that was caused by someone unknown to him. He wanted to so badly. He could with just one word.

One. Single. Word.

However…Fahrenheit couldn't.

As her bodyguard, he had to keep her safe –physically- yet it never said anything about her emotional problems. Nonetheless, he couldn't and wouldn't wipe that smile off her face. If she were happy then…he would be content with that. His job was to keep her safe and…happy, and if agreeing with her despite what his subconscious was saying to him, then he could handle the emotional pain.

"I'm sure…whatever you give that guy, he'll treasure it," Fahrenheit murmured softly, a small, comforting smile on his face as he looked down at Ami. "It's from you after all."

"Really?" Ami's smile grew as she clapped her hands together in excitement, the small bag crinkling against her arm as she did so. "I can't wait to give it to him tomorrow!"

"Yes…"

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SS: I'm guessing I really like this manwha if I'm writing a two-part chapter story to it. If you've read my profile, you'll know I HATE chapter stories too since I'm horrible with commitment. I'll update soon, I promise.