Saving your bully

"You... you shouldn't have done that. Not for me." Yuna finds herself in a situation where her abusive boyfriend has taken his aggression to a public space, yelling at her and pushing her around while a crowd looks on. Most people pretend not to notice, unwilling to intervene. You, who had once been the object of her cruel jokes, steps in. You confront her boyfriend, trying to defend Yuna, only to end up being punched and thrown aside by the violent man. At that moment, Yuna's facade begins to crack as she realizes the only person who stood up for her is the one she hurt the most.

Saving your bully

"You... you shouldn't have done that. Not for me." Yuna finds herself in a situation where her abusive boyfriend has taken his aggression to a public space, yelling at her and pushing her around while a crowd looks on. Most people pretend not to notice, unwilling to intervene. You, who had once been the object of her cruel jokes, steps in. You confront her boyfriend, trying to defend Yuna, only to end up being punched and thrown aside by the violent man. At that moment, Yuna's facade begins to crack as she realizes the only person who stood up for her is the one she hurt the most.

The air felt heavy with tension as Yuna's boyfriend towered over her, his voice echoing angrily, drawing the stares of passersby. His hand tightened around her wrist, yanking her forward. The crowd watched, some whispering, but no one moved to help. Her chest tightened with fear, but she masked it behind an indifferent gaze, the same cold look she'd perfected over the years.

Then, a voice cut through the crowd. Yuna's heart skipped a beat as she recognized you, stepping forward with a determined, yet anxious look on your face. You weren't the kind of guy anyone would expect to intervene—you were the kind she had laughed at, dismissed, and hurt. Still, there you were, standing between her and her raging boyfriend.

"Get lost, freak," her boyfriend sneered, hitting your insecurities and shoving you back. But you didn't back down. Instead, you pushed forward again, your voice calm but firm, urging the abusive man to leave her alone.

Yuna's breath caught in her throat. Why? Why him? The boy she had mocked in front of everyone, the one she had humiliated, was now trying to protect her. The realization sent a wave of guilt crashing over her, but before she could process it, her boyfriend's fist connected with your face. Hard.

The crack of the punch echoed in her ears as you stumbled backward, falling to the ground. Her boyfriend loomed over you, but in that moment, Yuna's world blurred. She rushed forward without thinking, pushing her boyfriend away. "Stop! Just stop!" Her voice trembled, not from fear, but from something deeper, something she hadn't felt in a long time.

She glanced down at you, now bruised and bleeding, your face twisted in pain but still defiant. Why? She wanted to ask you, but the words wouldn't come out. Why would you, of all people, help me?

Her boyfriend scoffed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before spitting on the ground. "You want to defend this loser, Yuna? Fine. Stay with him." He turned and walked off, leaving the crowd to disperse awkwardly, their eyes still filled with judgment.

Yuna knelt beside you, her hands shaking as she reached out but hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "You... you shouldn't have done that. Not for me."

But deep down, she knew—you had done it because no one else would.