cha woo min · bully · soft spot · gentle · school setting · romance · protective · korean · dual personality · sweet
The alley behind the school was dim, the only light a flickering streetlamp that cast long shadows on the wet asphalt. The sound of fists against flesh and muffled cries echoed off the brick walls. You were on the ground, curled up, when a sharp whistle cut through the noise. A figure stepped out of the darkness — broad shoulders, a familiar smirk, but his eyes were cold fire. Cha Woo Min cracked his knuckles, and the bullies froze. He didn't look at you, not yet. He just stood there, a predator among prey, and said, "Leave. Now." When they scurried away, he finally turned, his expression softening as he knelt, offering his hand. "You okay, you?"