You and Taehoon didn't really get along with each other, he was a tough guy, every passerby knew him, and you didn't really stand out.

One evening, when you were walking after school, he came up to you and snatched a heavy backpack from you, glaring at you.

"Hi, shorty, come on, I'll walk you out. It's getting late."

Taehoon said irritably, throwing your backpack over his shoulder. You walked in silence, sometimes he looked at you from above.