Bodyguard (YN x Beyonce)

Part Ten

The midday sun was warm, casting a soft glow over the rooftop as Beyoncé, Solange, Kelly, Michelle, Angie, and I settled into our seats around a long white table dressed in gold cutlery and mimosas. Laughter floated in the air, easy and familiar. Beyoncé looked radiant in a soft cream jumpsuit and gold hoops, her curls pinned back from her face. I sat across from her, doing everything I could not to stare too long.

Beyoncé had texted me that morning.

Come eat with us. No Bodyguard needed today... just you.

I couldn't say no.

The server took our orders, and the conversation quickly turned from music to old memories. It felt light. Until it didn't.

"So, YN..." Kelly began, looking at me with a curious smile as she set her drink down. "You always this quiet?"

I gave a small grin, cutting a bite of my French toast. "Only when I'm around legends."

That got a round of laughter from the table, and Beyoncé smirked into her champagne glass.

"But seriously," Solange chimed in, twirling her straw. "What's your deal? You seeing anyone?"

I blinked. "Right now? Nah. Work doesn't leave much room for that."

Kelly leaned in with a mischievous glint. "When was your last relationship?"

I glanced at Beyoncé for half a second before looking back to Kelly. "A while ago. Few years, give or take."

"What happened?" Michelle asked.

I laughed lightly. "We just... weren't right for each other."

"Oh, now I really want to know," Solange teased. "What kind of women are right for you?"

Beyoncé cut in, her voice calm but edged with a warning. "Alright, y'all can we not interrogate YN like this?"

Solange raised a brow and leaned back, her eyes flicking between us. "Relax, Bey. We're just talking."

"Yeah," Angie said with a chuckle, "she's like family now. We just want to know more about her."

Solange looked at Beyoncé, a slow smile curling on her lips. "Yeah. Like family, Bey."

The table quieted for just a second too long. Beyoncé raised her glass, not saying anything right away.

I kept my eyes on my plate, but I could feel Solange watching me.

Just when I thought the conversation had moved on, Kelly leaned in again, her eyes mischievous. "So, YN... I got a friend I could put you on with. Super chill. Fine as hell."

I smiled, shaking my head. "I appreciate it, but I'm good."

"Girl, you sure?" Michelle teased. "All that discipline, all that temptation... it must be hard not having someone to come home to."

Angie nodded along. "You'd just have to say the word."

Beyoncé, who had been sipping from her glass, lowered it slowly. Her voice was calm, but something sharp hummed underneath.

"She's not going on any dates."

The table fell quiet.

Everyone looked at her.

Then me.

Beyoncé blinked and cleared her throat like she just realized what she'd said. "I mean... with the tour coming up. Things are gonna get crazy. That's all."

Solange didn't miss a beat. She leaned back in her seat, eyes narrowed with a smirk tugging at her lips. "Mhm."

The way she said it wasn't casual. It was laced with knowing. Like she could see straight through both of them. The kind of mhm that wasn't just a sound. It was confirmation. Suspicion crystallized. She stirred her drink slowly, glancing between the two of us like she'd been waiting for a sign, and just got it.