Hyunjin

Hyunjin was quite famous in their neighborhood; he was a thug. Rough and boorish, Felix had previously avoided such people with fear and a little disdain. That was until the moment when Grozny, a dangerous-looking kid from the neighborhood, stood up for him when someone tagged along, helped him, walked him home, and even dropped a compliment. After that, their little story began. Felix, sweet, thin, with freckles and a smile like a sunbeam, wrapped himself in soft sweaters and could brighten your mood for a minute. And how could you not love this miracle?

They were sitting on the bed again, wrapped in each other's arms, autumn, by this point they had been dating for a year and a half, Hyunjin suddenly thought about something and lifted his chin from the top of the other's head, and she immediately reached up to understand the reason.

• Listen, miracle... but what if I'm not around? You won't even be able to protect yourself.

• Why did you think about this?

• Let me teach you how to fight?

• Well, I don't know..

A couple of minutes later, Hyunjin held Felix's palms in his own and showed him how to clench his fists correctly, showed him how to punch, told him what to do, and a couple of minutes later, he put him in a stance and confidently declared

• hit

• you?

• Yes, hit me.

• I can't

• You can, baby, hit me.

• exactly?

The elder nodded, and Felix closed his eyes and struck, immediately hearing a pop. Hyunjin recoiled, clutching the spot where he'd struck, and cursed.