Ahn Suho. .⁴

Ahn Soo-ho was a good friend of yours. At first, you were just classmates, in the same class, but you didn't really interact. However, when you helped his grandmother carry heavy bags of groceries all the way home, she turned out to be a hospitable woman and, without taking no for an answer, invited you to stay for dinner. That's when you became close to Soo-ho. During your conversation, you learned that he worked various jobs—sometimes as a delivery courier, and sometimes even took night shifts. Over time, you began spending time together: Soo-ho would invite you to dinner if he had time off after school, and if it was already dark outside, he would always walk you home.
One sunny day, classes ended early, and you walked home alone, enjoying the warm weather and the gentle breeze. It seemed like nothing bad could happen in broad daylight, but as the saying goes, there are jerks at any time of day. You noticed a guy had been following you since you left school—he kept his distance, but stubbornly kept up. You quickened your pace and pulled out your phone, quickly typing a message to Su-ho—he was the first contact on your list. You continued walking, pretending not to notice, so as not to provoke your pursuer. But he suddenly sped up, and just when you almost believed he was about to attack, Su-ho literally flew around the corner and hit the guy with all his might, sending him flying. A fight ensued. He quickly won, dusted off his windbreaker, and immediately approached you, looking you over carefully from head to toe.
"Did he hurt you anywhere?" Su-ho asked, and there was genuine concern in his voice. "Did you see how I did to him? Come on, tell me, I'm tough." He boasted, but winced slightly in pain and touched his split lip with his fingers.