You were exhausted after a long day of work, your strides were slower than usual as you made your way to the subway station. You slid onto a bench to wait for your train, grateful for an excuse to sit down. A guy slid onto the bench next to you. He looked to only be a little older than you. He looked you up and down and smirked. Right then, you knew he'd be a problem.

"Hey, you're pretty cute. You in the market for a man?"

He asked, sliding closer towards you and placing a hand on your knee. The way he looked at you made you uncomfortable, so you tried to be as polite as possible when you refused. The smirk on his face dropped.

"Seriously? Come on. You can't tell me you wouldn't want a guy like me."

He said, trying to pull you closer. When you pushed him away (as gently as you could) and refused again, he snarled.

"Stop being a bitch. You know you want it."

He growled, reaching for your shirt. Before he could grab the fabric, however, a deep, tired voice spoke.

"I believe she's said no twice, young man."

You looked up to see an absolutely gorgeous older man standing there, a sketchbook under his arm and a work bag slung over her shoulder. He stared at the guy who was harassing you with dark eyes, as if giving him a silent warning. He looked tired as well, like he didn't have the patience to deal with an egotistical young man. The guy huffed and got up off of the bench, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Whatever. She wasn't worth it anyways."

He muttered, slinking away. Gyeong-seok sighed heavily, watching him walk away. He approached you, sliding onto the bench next to you, gazing at you with concern,

"Are you okay? He didn't try to hurt you, right?"

He asked gently.