I took a breath. “Why are you doing this? Helping us, protecting us. What do you get out of it?”
He was quiet for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was different—softer, sadder.
“I had a daughter once,” he said. “Her name was Hannah. She was six years old when she died. My wife too. Car accident. Drunk driver ran a red light.”
My throat tightened. “I’m so sorry.”
“I wasn’t there when it happened. I was at a business meeting. I got the call two hours later.” He paused, staring out at the pond. “I’ve spent the last eight years trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do with all this power I have… and no one left to protect. And then I saw you.”
I swallowed. “You saw us.”
He nodded. “I saw Nikia on her knees begging for her mother’s life. And I saw you fighting to breathe while people just stood there and watched. And I thought… not again. Not if I can stop it.”
Without thinking, I reached across the table and placed my hand over his. He looked down at our hands, then back up at me. For the first time since I met him, I saw something in his eyes that wasn’t control or authority—vulnerability.
“I don’t expect anything from you, Adrien,” he said. “But I’ve decided I’m going to protect you and Nikia. Because you deserve safety, and because I can give it to you.”
“This isn’t just about your daughter, is it?”
He smiled slightly. “No, it’s not.”
My heart was pounding. I didn’t know what to say. Before I could figure it out, Nikia came running over holding a flower she’d picked.
“Look, Mommy, can we bring this home?”
“Of course, baby.”
Young Chul stood. “I have something to ask you, Nikia.”
She looked up at him, curious.
“Would it be okay if I took you to a children’s museum next weekend? They have a dinosaur exhibit.”
Nikia’s eyes went huge. “Really?”
“Really. But only if your mom says yes.”
They both looked at me. I thought about my family’s warnings, about the articles, about everything I didn’t know. Then I thought about how safe I felt when he was around.
“Yes,” I said. “We’d love that.”
As we left the restaurant, Young Chul’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and his entire face changed—hard, cold, dangerous.
“I need to take this,” he said, stepping away.
I watched him walk off, his voice low and sharp as he spoke into the phone. And for the first time, I saw the man everyone else feared.
It was Tuesday afternoon when my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. I almost didn’t open it. I’d gotten good at ignoring strange calls and texts after blocking DeAndre, but something made me click on it.
The photo loaded slowly. My stomach dropped. It was Nikia walking out of her school, backpack on, holding her teacher’s hand. Taken that day—I recognized the outfit she’d worn that morning.
Below the photo, a message: You think he can protect you forever?
My hand started shaking so badly I almost dropped the phone. I immediately called Young Chul. He answered on the first ring.
“Adrien.”
“Someone sent me a picture of Nikia from today outside her school,” I said. My voice cracked. “They’re watching her.”
“Forward me the message right now.”
I did, my fingers fumbling over the screen.
“Stay where you are,” he said, his voice deadly calm. “I’m sending someone to your office. Don’t leave until they arrive.”
“What about Nikia? She’s still at school.”
“I’m handling it. She won’t be alone for one second. I promise you.”
He hung up.
Twenty minutes later, a man in a dark suit walked into the dental office. Dr. Patel looked concerned, but I quickly explained I needed to leave. The man didn’t speak. He just walked me to my car and followed me to Nikia’s school.
When I got there, two more of Young Chul’s men were already positioned outside—one near the front entrance, one by the playground.
I practically ran inside to Nikia’s classroom. She was sitting at her desk, coloring, completely unaware.
“Mommy!” She jumped up and hugged me. “Why are you here early?”
“I just wanted to see you, baby.”
That evening, Young Chul came to my apartment. He sat down across from me while one of his men stood guard outside my door.
“DeAndre’s been making calls from prison,” he said. “Trying to intimidate you through people on the outside.”
“Can they do something? The police?”
“They can investigate, but investigations take time. I don’t have time.” His jaw tightened. “I’m going to handle this myself.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means the people threatening you will understand very clearly that touching you or Nikia will be the last mistake they ever make.”
The way he said it sent a chill through me. Not because I was afraid of him, but because I realized how far he was willing to go.
He stood up and walked over to where I was sitting. Then he did something I didn’t expect. He cupped my face gently with both hands.
“No one is going to hurt you again, Adrien. I won’t let them.”
His voice was low, controlled, absolutely certain. And in that moment, I believed him completely.
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Saturday morning, Young Chul picked us up like nothing had happened. But I noticed the second car following us—more of his men. He wasn’t taking any chances.
The children’s museum was incredible. Nikia’s face lit up the second we walked in. There were dinosaur skeletons, interactive exhibits, a room where kids could dig for fossils.
“Can I go in there?” she asked, pointing at the excavation area.
“Go ahead,” Young Chul said. “We’ll be right here.”
She ran off, and I watched her laugh and play with other kids. For a moment, everything felt normal.
“She’s happy,” Young Chul said quietly, standing beside me.
“She is because of you.”
He didn’t respond, just kept watching her.
An hour later, Nikia came running back, covered in fake dirt and holding a plastic dinosaur bone.
“Uncle Bang, look what I found!”
I froze. Uncle Bang?
He crouched down so he was at her eye level. “That’s a great find. You’re a real explorer.”
“Can I call you that?” Nikia asked shyly. “Uncle Bang? My friend at school has an uncle, and I want an uncle too.”
He glanced at me, and I saw something in his expression I hadn’t seen before—something vulnerable.
“I’d like that very much,” he said softly.
Nikia beamed and threw her arms around his neck. I turned away quickly, blinking back tears.
Later, we had lunch in the museum café. Nikia was chattering away about dinosaurs, completely oblivious to the tension I’d been carrying all week. Young Chul leaned across the table toward me.
“What did you want to be before everything else?”
“What do you mean?”
“Before DeAndre. Before you had to survive. What did you want?”
I hesitated. No one had asked me that in years.
“I wanted to go back to school,” I admitted. “Become a dental hygienist. I like working at the office, but I want to do more. I just gave up on it when Nikia was born.”
“It’s not too late.”
“I can’t afford—”
“That’s not what I asked.” His eyes locked on mine. “Is it what you still want?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s not too late.”
On the drive home, Nikia fell asleep in the back seat, clutching her plastic dinosaur bone. Young Chul reached over and took my hand. He didn’t say anything—just held it while he drove—and I felt something break open inside me, something I’d kept locked away for years.
I started crying quietly so I wouldn’t wake Nikia, but I couldn’t stop.
When we pulled up to my apartment, Young Chul parked and turned to me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I whispered. “That’s the problem. I’m not used to things being okay.”
He reached over and wiped a tear from my cheek. “Get used to it,” he said.
Later that night, after Nikia was asleep, he called me.
“The threats are handled,” he said simply. “You won’t hear from them again.”
“What did you do?”
“What I had to.”
And I knew better than to ask anything more.
I didn’t hear from Young Chul for three days after that phone call. No texts, no calls, nothing. At first I told myself he was just busy. But by the second day, I was checking my phone every five minutes. By the third day, I was genuinely worried.
