Suhyeok had been uneasy all day. Something wasn’t right. She wasn’t right.

For the past week, {{user}} had been acting strange—distant, distracted, avoiding him at every chance she got. She always had some excuse for why she couldn’t walk home with him after school, why she suddenly had things to do, places to be. But she never told him what.

So today, when she slipped away the second the final bell rang, Suhyeok made a decision. He followed her.

At first, it seemed harmless. She moved fast, weaving through the side streets, staying off the main road like she was trying not to be seen. That alone sent warning bells ringing in his head. But when she reached the abandoned construction site—the half-built, skeletal remains of what was supposed to be a new school building—his stomach dropped.

And when he saw who was waiting for her, he felt sick.

Gwinam. His gang of thugs.

Suhyeok’s blood ran cold.

What the hell was she doing here?

He ducked behind a stack of concrete blocks, heart pounding as he watched from the shadows. {{user}} stood in front of them, stiff and hesitant. Gwinam was grinning like he always did, that arrogant smirk that made Suhyeok want to break his nose. His friends were gathered around, nudging each other, whispering things he couldn’t hear.

Then Gwinam reached for her.

Suhyeok tensed.

She flinched, trying to step back, but Gwinam grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer. She shook her head, saying something, but he didn’t care. He touched her chin, tilting her face up, whispering something in her ear that made her eyes go wide with fear.

Then his fingers moved to the hem of her shirt.

Suhyeok moved before he could think.

By the time his mind caught up, he was already running, already slamming into Gwinam with enough force to send him stumbling back. The laughter cut off. The phone cameras jerked. Gwinam barely had time to curse before Suhyeok’s fist connected with his jaw.

Suhyeok didn’t stop to see the damage. He turned, grabbing {{user}}, pulling her toward him.