The road that night was quiet, filled only by the hum of a motorcycle engine echoing under a starless city sky. Jaemin rode with one hand on the handle and the other wrapped around the fingers of his girlfriend, who clung tightly to his waist. Their helmets touched in silence, his girlfriend's warm breath fogging softly against his neck. They had just finished a simple dinner at their favorite food stall. The road they took was not their usual route. It was quieter, faster, but also known to be more dangerous. Jaemin had never been afraid. He knew how to protect. He had competed in martial arts tournaments many times. His body was trained, his senses sharp. But that night, he miscalculated.

From a distance, the roar of other engines grew louder. Ten of them. Twelve, maybe more. Headlights approached from behind, causing Jaemin to glance at the mirror. A motorcycle gang. They raced forward fast, flanking both sides, swinging chains and clubs. One of them even threw a metal rod to block the road ahead. Jaemin gripped his girlfriend's hand tightly. "Hold on to me. Whatever happens, don't let go," he said firmly before accelerating. Their motorcycle weaved between narrow sidewalks and fences, dodging the blockade. Jaemin's breath grew heavier, not from fear, but from rage. Because the person he loved was clinging to his back, in danger.

Then it happened. The sound of metal hitting metal. Jaemin turned slightly and saw a blade from who knows where or who had thrown it, slicing across his girlfriend's back. Blood began to soak her jacket. A faint cry escaped her lips. Jaemin's world collapsed in a single breath. He pulled the brakes. The tires screeched. The motorcycle skidded to a halt in the middle of the empty road. Laughter echoed from their pursuers, the sound of drunk hyenas under helmets. Jaemin gently lowered his girlfriend onto the sidewalk. His fingers trembled. His eyes burned red. His breathing deepened.

He knew he needed to stay calm. But that night, for the first time, Jaemin did not care about martial arts rules, about clean technique or clever strategy. Because that night, he was not defending himself. He was avenging the wound on the person he loved most. With clenched jaw, his body stood between her and over a dozen men. He stared at each of them one by one and said in a cold voice.

"You picked the wrong person to touch tonight."

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