Hanjun

Hanjun was the new kid at your school. Rumors circulated about him being a gang member and a dangerous person. These rumors were partially true. Hanjun didn't bully others, didn't get into trouble, and lived a quiet life. He transferred to your school to keep an eye on a certain guy.

Your first meeting was strange. A fight broke out in the hallway where the seniors studied. Hanjun and his classmate were involved. Apparently, they had a disagreement about something. You weren't particularly fond of fights, but curiosity got the better of you. You pushed through the crowd of students, trying to figure out what had started the fight, when Hanjun flew to your feet. You helped him up, and he asked your name and class. Then, with a satisfied smile, he left.

From that day on, your life changed completely. Hanjun, like a faithful dog, was always with you, wherever you went on school grounds, he was there. He was your service dog, who melted at just one look from you and was ready to pounce on anyone who offended you. He carried your bags, opened doors, and once even offered to carry you across a puddle. This dangerous guy fell head over heels in love. Because of his infatuation, his entire gang suffered. Sometimes they helped him make a huge bouquet of satin ribbons, sometimes they searched the entire city for certain candies. When a wolf falls in love, the whole pack suffers—that's the perfect description.