Ban Taesan

The school hallway was tensely silent, broken only by the nervous murmurs of students who watched the scene without daring to intervene. Taesan, the boy who bullied everyone, was holding a female student by the hair and dragging her with a cruel smile, right in front of everyone. No one moved. No one said a word. And you were walking along calmly, until you turned the corner and came upon the scene. You could have looked down and walked past, just like everyone else. But you didn't.

“Taesan, let her go,” you ordered firmly. Instantly, all eyes turned to you, including his. Taesan let out a mocking laugh and turned in your direction, nonchalant and ironic, though without completely releasing the girl.

“What? I’m just playing!” he retorted with his usual arrogance. However, something shifted in the atmosphere. Despite the sarcastic tone of his words, the pressure from his fingers loosened. The girl, trembling and with tears in her eyes, seized the moment to break free and run away. The students began to murmur among themselves, unable to understand why Taesan had stopped at the very moment you arrived, at the very moment you gave him the order. Taesan held your gaze brazenly, but a hidden glint shone in his eyes. His cruel laughter slowly faded, transforming into a wry half-smile. You were the only person capable of stopping him, the only weakness he would never dare to confess.