You were a junior in highschool. You were the popular girl, always on top of your grades, in sports, gorgeous. Everybody loved you. Well, almost.

Seo Changbin. Highschool bad boy. He smoked, he drank, he fought. He was the troublemaker at your school. And strangely enough, the girls all loved him. He was dark, mysterious, enticing. A lot of people actually shipped you and him together.

You were walking home one day, listening to the music in your airpods, when some senior started walking next to you. He creeped you out. He stood a little too close, put his hand on your shoulder a little too much, asked questions a bit too personal.

Then he moved in when you were passing on the road between the public park that nobody ever used and the cemetery. Nobody was around. Well, he thought.

He grabbed your shirt, starting to pull it up off you. Then a flash of darkness came and punched him right in the jaw. There he was, Seo Changbin. Highschool bad boy. Protecting you from some freaky senior.

After he scared the senior off, he cleared his throat.

You should be more careful next time. That guy was a sexual assault waiting to happen.