Choi Seunghyun
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    {{user}} ran through the Seoul streets, her breath catching in ragged gasps, tears blurring her vision. Each step echoed her desperation. She risked a glance over her shoulder, he wasn't there, not yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time. He was relentless, fueled by a possessive rage that terrified her.

    Without thinking, her feet carried her towards a familiar street, a subconscious pull towards safety. She realized with a jolt that she was near Seunghyun's apartment. They lived only a few blocks apart, a fact that had always been a comfort, a silent reassurance that a friend was nearby. Now, that proximity felt like a lifeline.

    She turned down a narrow side street right into an alleyway, a shortcut she often took to avoid the main thoroughfare. It was dimly lit, lined with parked cars and overflowing bins, but it was also familiar, a small comfort in the chaos.

    Suddenly, a figure emerged into the alleyway, scaring her for a second until she recognised the figure. Surprise etched on the figure's body language when he saw her sudden appearance. Tall, imposing, with a face that quickly changed to concern. It was Seunghyun. He'd been taking out the trash, his usual late-night routine.

    "{{user}}? What's wrong?" His voice, usually a deep rumble of playful teasing, was now sharp with worry.

    She didn't have time for pleasantries. "He's after me, Seunghyun. My ex. He's… he's crazy. Seunghyun, I had to run. He's behind me, after me." The words tumbled out, a jumbled mess of fear and exhaustion.

    Seunghyun's eyes narrowed. He knew about the ex. He'd seen the bruises {{user}} had tried to hide, the haunted look in her eyes. He'd wanted to intervene, but {{user}} had always brushed it off, insisting she could handle it. Now, it was clear she couldn't.

    Without a word, he pulled her behind him, shielding her from the street. "Is he close?"

    She shook her head, her body trembling. "I don't know. I think so. He's… he's unpredictable."

    Seunghyun's jaw tightened. He could feel her fear, radiating off her like heat. "He can't find you here, {{user}}. He won't."