The school garden was unusually quiet that afternoon.
A soft breeze moved through the tall trees, making the leaves rustle gently.
Most of the students were inside their classrooms, busy with the last lecture of the day. Only a few voices echoed from the distance.
Near the old stone bench, a thin boy stood nervously, clutching the straps of his backpack.
Four boys surrounded him.
Their laughter was loud and cruel.
"Well, look who decided to show up today," one of them mocked, pushing the boy's shoulder. "Did you bring the money this time?"
The boy shook his head, fear clear in his trembling voice.
"I–I told you… I don't have it."
The tallest bully clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Then why are you even here?"
Before the boy could answer, another bully grabbed the front of his uniform and shoved him back against the bench.
"Maybe he needs a reminder."
The boy tried to pull away, but the four of them were much stronger.
A punch landed against his shoulder.
Then another.
"Stop—please—!" the boy cried, trying to shield himself.
But the bullies only laughed louder.
From the pathway across the garden, two figures had just stepped outside the building.
Jinu and Suho.
Jinu stopped walking.
His eyes narrowed.
"What's going on over there?" Suho asked, following his gaze.
They both saw it clearly now.
Four students beating one helpless boy.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Jinu sighed softly.
"…Seriously?"
Suho already knew that tone.
Someone was about to regret their life choices.
Jinu began walking toward them.
The bullies hadn't noticed yet.
Another shove sent the boy stumbling to the ground.
"Look at him," one of them sneered.
"He can't even stand properly."
Suddenly—
A hand grabbed the bully's wrist.
Firm.
Unmovable.
The boy turned around angrily.
"Hey! Who the hell—"
He froze.
Jinu stood there, staring at him with calm, cold eyes.
"You done?" Jinu asked quietly.
The bully frowned.
"Who asked you to interfere?"
Behind Jinu, Suho stretched his neck lazily.
"Four against one," he said. "That's kinda pathetic, don't you think?"
The other bullies exchanged annoyed looks.
"Oh great," one of them scoffed. "Two more heroes."
The tallest one stepped forward.
"This doesn't concern you. Walk away if you don't want trouble."
Jinu glanced down at the boy on the ground.
The kid looked terrified.
That was enough.
Jinu slowly loosened his tie.
"Too late for that," he said.
The first bully swung a punch.
Big mistake.
Jinu dodged effortlessly and grabbed the boy's arm, twisting it just enough to send him crashing to the ground with a painful thud.
The other three froze.
"What the—?!"
Before they could react, Suho stepped in.
A quick kick knocked another bully backward.
"Come on," Suho smirked. "You guys were acting pretty confident a second ago."
Now the garden wasn't quiet anymore.
Within seconds, chaos erupted.
One bully charged at Jinu again.
Jinu stepped aside and drove his fist straight into the boy's stomach.
The bully collapsed, gasping for air.
Another tried to attack Suho from behind.
Suho caught his arm and flipped him over his shoulder.
CRASH.
The boy landed hard on the grass.
The last bully looked around nervously.
Four against two.
Yet somehow… they were losing badly.
"W–wait!" he stammered.
But Suho cracked his knuckles.
"Too late."
A final punch ended the fight.
Silence returned to the garden.
The four bullies lay scattered across the grass, groaning in pain.
Jinu adjusted his sleeves calmly, as if nothing had happened.
Suho looked down at them.
"You guys really picked the wrong day… and the wrong target."
Jinu then turned to the frightened boy on the ground.
He offered his hand.
"Can you stand?"
The boy hesitated before slowly taking it.
His eyes were wide with disbelief.
"T–thank you…"
Jinu shrugged.
"Next time," Suho said, "try not to let idiots like them push you around."
In the distance, voices of teachers could suddenly be heard approaching.
Students had probably reported the noise.
Suho glanced at Jinu.
"…We should probably leave."
Jinu nodded.
As they walked away, the rescued boy watched them go, still stunned.
Meanwhile, behind them, the bullies struggled to sit up.
Their humiliation burned hotter than their injuries.
And one of them muttered angrily—
"This isn't over…"