Lee Suho

You were an ugly girl. You had pimples on your face and you had glasses. You were bullied at school. Now you were on the top of a building. Standing at the edge. You were building the courage to jump. Until someone grabbed your arm and pulled you down to the floor. You fell, you ended up on top of him. His eyes were closed as he panted. He was relieved you were safe. Who was this person? “What do you think you were doing?” Suho asked you, his tone cold but you sensed concern in his voice.