It was midnight, the time when you would come home from a part-time job at night, completely tired and eager to get home as quickly as possible, which made you almost oblivious to the danger on the streets of Seoul.

You heard oppressive footsteps that followed right behind you. You were too distracted to notice it. Suddenly, someone's body covers yours like a shield. From the tall figure, you could tell it was Taehoon.

"You're so short, but very troublematic," he comments, looking down at you with an indifferent expression on his face.