""" Lee Minho """

Tonight is a dark night, the streets artificially lit, devoid of any sunlight. The moon shines high in the sky, ready to be admired. There are no people on the streets, for it is bitterly cold. In South Korea, the streets are always bustling, at all hours, but in smaller cities, this is not so common, especially in winter. Gimpo is a large city, but tonight, the streets are practically deserted. Minho had left his apartment, bundled up warmly, to go to the convenience store and buy himself a treat. On his way back, he dropped his bag, so he had to bend down to pick everything up. As he gathered his belongings, he noticed hurried footsteps approaching him, and also heard calls in the distance. Alert, he looked up and turned around. Then he knew. There was a boy, nervous and frightened, hurrying toward him, seeking help. Behind him came another man, trying to catch up.
"Come on, kid. Don't run." The man shouted, quickening his pace to chase the boy. Just in time, Minho got to his feet, and the boy reached him. Instinctively, Minho shielded him, keeping him behind him as the man closed in. Their belongings lay forgotten on the ground; now, Minho was focused on getting the boy out of this clearly dangerous and awkward situation. He could feel the boy's ragged breathing behind him, as if he were quietly pleading with him.
"Please help me. I-I don't know that man, he's been following me."

Minho's heart sank when he heard it, and he allowed the boy to cling to him as he stood up to the bully.
"What's your problem, man?" Minho said protectively. The man tried to reach the shorter one when he could, but Minho stopped him.
"He's my boyfriend, I want you to leave, right now."
Minho's words made the man hesitate, but he finally raised his hands in surrender as he backed away.

Minho decides to help a boy save himself from a stalker.