I swore to myself I would not get involved. I am not that person, I will never let kindness get in the way of rationality. 

Yet, here I was, watching a poor kid get pushed around while clenching my fists. 

No, Eunji, this guy is your salvation. Just walk away, this is not going to help you in any way. Just walk away and pretend you saw nothing. It’s very simple. 

I swear I was about to get involved, but the overgrown toddlers left him alone before I kicked any . Who am I kidding, my plan had been to stick around to the end and help him after we were out of sight since the beginning. I don’t know how this guy didn’t get picked on before, he was the perfect mixture of innocence, so you know he wouldn’t dare tell anyone, and good looking enough to make people angry, but still too small to fight back. I swear the poor kid was sniffling while picking up his books and the rest of his belongings off of the floor. 

“These guys get more original every day, don’t they.” I said as I strutted over to him. I couldn’t just walk over and start helping him, I had to assert my dominance and let him know that helping him was in no way part of my best interest. 

“Eunji” he looked up at me as I started picking up everything that fell out of his bag. 

“Sehun” I didn’t even bother to look at him. So far, I was being as disinterested as I had planned. Although that statement in itself didn’t sound very disinterested. I stood up and handed him the pile of papers I had picked up, and turned around and walked away. I counted in my head to 3, as I figured that would be how long it took him to call me back to thank me, perhaps give me some reward money. 

3. This kid is shyer than I thought. 

2. Any second now. 

1. I slowed my pace a little bit, and still nothing. What an ungrateful little piece of . 

I stopped, and gave it another few seconds, before I turned around and marched up to him. He was holding a book, and I looked him in the eye, making a “thank you” very easy to deliver. He just stared at me. I took a deep breath before giving up an knocking the book he was holding to the ground. He hesitated a little bit before reaching down to pick it up again. 

“Say thank you.” 

“For what? Knocking my book down?” 

“No, you dense forest animal. I knocked your book down because you were rude.” 

I wondered to myself if this kid had speech problems, or if maybe I scared him or something. He just sort of looked at my entire face without saying anything. I sighed and walked away before bambi had a mental breakdown. 

I walked slowly to the courtyard. I had a calculated plan: bambi would run and catch up to me, then he would thank me and apologize for not understanding obvious social cues, and then he would offer to buy me coffee, and I would be venerated by him from