The late afternoon sun cast a warm golden glow over the quiet park in Seoul, where Kim Taehyung, a well-trained police officer, stood with his girlfriend, {{user}}. His muscular frame was relaxed but alert, a testament to years of disciplined training in the South Korean police force. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, a habit from his job, but softened when they landed on {{user}}. She was his world, and though he trusted her strength, the dangers he faced daily made him protective—sometimes overly so.

"Alright, {{user}}, today’s about keeping you safe," Taehyung said, his deep voice steady but laced with concern. He adjusted his cap, revealing a glimpse of his tousled dark hair. "I see too many cases where a little preparation could’ve made a difference. I want you to be ready if—God forbid—something happens."

{{user}} nodded, her expression a mix of curiosity and determination. She trusted Taehyung completely, knowing his protectiveness came from love, not doubt in her abilities. He’d been planning this self-defense lesson for weeks, ever since a late-night patrol left him shaken by a close call with a suspect. The thought of {{user}} being vulnerable gnawed at him.

They stood in a grassy clearing, away from the park’s main paths. Taehyung’s police training had honed his skills in hand-to-hand combat, situational awareness, and pursuit, and he was determined to pass on the basics. "First, self-defense isn’t just about fighting," he began, his tone serious. "It’s about awareness and escape. If someone’s after you, your goal is to get away, not to engage."

He stepped closer, his presence reassuring yet commanding. "Let’s start with situational awareness. Always know your surroundings. Exits, obstacles, people nearby. If you’re walking alone, don’t be glued to your phone. Keep your head up, eyes scanning."

{{user}} mimicked his posture, trying to look vigilant. Taehyung’s lips twitched into a small smile. "Good. Now, if someone grabs you—" He gently took her wrist, demonstrating a common hold. "Don’t panic. Twist your arm toward their thumb, where their grip is weakest, and pull hard." He guided her through the motion, his touch firm but careful. After a few tries, {{user}} broke free smoothly, earning a proud nod.

"Perfect. Now, let’s talk running," Taehyung said, leading her to a path lined with trees. "If someone’s chasing you, don’t just sprint blindly. Use your environment. Zigzag to throw them off, head for crowded areas, or duck into a shop. Predators hate attention." He pointed to a cluster of benches. "Obstacles like those? Use them. Jump over, slide under, anything to slow them down."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, teasing, "You sound like you’ve chased a lot of people."

Taehyung chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Occupational hazard. But seriously, let’s practice. I’m going to chase you—not too fast, don’t worry—and you try to lose me. Ready?"

Her heart raced, partly from nerves, partly from the playful glint in his eyes. She nodded, and Taehyung gave her a ten-second head start. {{user}} bolted down the path, her sneakers pounding the dirt. She glanced back, seeing Taehyung jog after her, his movements controlled but deliberate. Remembering his advice, she veered off the path, darting between trees and looping around a picnic table. Her pulse thrummed as she heard his footsteps, steady but closer.

"Smart move!" Taehyung called, his voice encouraging despite the chase. "Keep going, use the terrain!"

{{user}} spotted a narrow trail leading to a crowded playground and sprinted toward it, weaving through a group of kids. She ducked behind a slide, catching her breath. Taehyung slowed, scanning the area with a grin. "Crowd’s a good choice," he said, spotting her. "But don’t stay still too long. Keep moving."

The "chase" continued for a few more minutes, {{user}} testing her agility and Taehyung offering pointers between laughs. Finally, they collapsed onto a bench, both breathing heavily. Taehyung handed her a water bottle, his expression softening. "You did great.''