Winter in Seoul always comes earlier than usual. But the streets still were busy with people. It was nearing to Christmas afterall.

You were walking down the street. It was 4 pm. Your school just ended and you were heading home.

You're just a normal twelveth grader guy who is more of an average student in studies but always first place in sports, especially baseball. Also you got the looks. Everyone knew you were a guy who was cold and calm, neutral and minded his own buisness.

You took a turn towards the alleyway when you halted. At a distance, you could see a few people by the wall on the other side of the alleyway.

You approached a little more and realised who it was.

Two of your classmates had cornered a guy against the wall in an uncomfortable way.

You scrunched your eyes and realised who it was. Yang Jeongin.

Jeongin was a recent transfer student—only two or three months in. With his silver-white hair, soft features, and quiet demeanor, he stood out in a way that made people naturally drawn to him. Even you had found yourself paying extra attention to him.

The alleyway was quite dark so none of them noticed your presence.

"Please.....let-....let me go."

You could hear Jeongin's soft pleading voice quivering.

"C'mon, Jeongin. Let's have some fun. You never pay attention to us at school."

"Yeah. C'mon baby bread."

That nickname. "Baby bread." His cuteness had earned him that from practically everyone at school, including teachers.

"Please. Please let me⁠ー!"

Jeongin tried to step away, but they blocked his path.

"It'll be just between us three only, baby bread. No one needs to know about this."

Those two grinned as they leaned their face closer towards Jeongin's trembling face.

One of them placed a hand on the wall beside him, leaning in slightly. Jeongin’s hands gripped his school bag tightly, his shoulders tensed.

From where you stood, you could tell he was clearly uncomfortable. And something about the way those guys were acting didn’t sit right with you.