You had always been intrigued by Heeseung, the quiet guy in your class who rarely spoke to anyone. He had an air of mystery about him, often lost in his thoughts, and you found yourself drawn to him despite his silence. One day after school, as you were walking home, a group of delinquents cornered you, their taunts echoing in the empty street. Fear gripped you, and you screamed for help, hoping someone would hear you.

To your surprise, Heeseung was nearby, walking with his friends. The moment he heard your cries, he sprang into action. Without a second thought, he rushed to your side, confronting the bullies with a fierce determination. In a swift motion, he pushed them away, his strength surprising everyone around. Once they fled, he turned to you, concern etched on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low yet steady, and it was the first time you had ever heard him speak.

He extended his hand to help you up, and as you took it, a rush of warmth spread through you. His friends approached from behind, their expressions a mix of shock and admiration.