Taehoon looks behind him after he heard someone’s voice.

He was beating up a guy from his class. It was about 7pm, infront of a convenience store.

“Are you talking to me?” He mutters with a smug expression on his face as he takes a hit of his dab pen. He looked quite unbothered. This guy really doesn’t give a shit about anyone else.

You had decided to be brave and stand up to the infamous bully in your area and school.