Youngjae wasn't the strongest person in the world; he had a bark that would scare others off – but his bite was lacking. He remembered actually, way back in high school, his bark helped him meet a certain someone. He was a freshman at a time, friends with really no one. He kept to himself, did his school work and tried to stay off the radar. Of course, because it was high school. That didn't happen.

He was the target of lot's of bullies, and it was annoying – having your books knocked out of your hands, or being tripped on the way into the class room. Name calling was easy to ignore – unless it was scratched into your desk.

He still shivered at the cruel things they would call him.

But, one day. One of the newer student's, a kid from Busan – intervened. The teacher wasn't in class yet, and all the kids were rough housing and yelling and Youngjae of course was being cornered by a bully by the name if Kiwon.

“This little can't even stand up for himself!” He had laughed, and Youngjae had enough at that point. He stood up from his seat, and narrowed his eyes.

“You ing I just want to get my school work done!” He snapped, shocking the class, “Can't you just go do something with your life? Is it so boning that you have to pick on me? “

“The did you just say?”

“Are you just stupid or are you deaf? “ He muttered, and that – earned him a punch in the gut. Youngjae tumbled back against his desk, and Kiwon was about to go in for another – when a hand stopped him.

“Yah,” a thick accent drawled, and Youngjae watched in shock as that new Busan kid stepped in front of him, his eye's narrowed at Kiwon.

“Listen here ya er. Fluffy has a point.”

… Fluffy?

“Stop being an and back off.”

“Oh, what are you going to do abou-- ugh!”

The Busan boy raised his fist and punched the guy so hard he flew over the desk. Youngjae sat in shock and awe, as the boy just grinned. “Why do ya think I got kicked out of my last school? My violence record was through the roof!”

The boy then turned to him and grinned, “Yo, I'm Daehyun. I liked how you actually – stood up for yourself. “ He offered his hand, and Youngjae took it, Daehyun helped him up and Youngjae couldn't help but smile a bit back.

“I'm Youngjae – not fluffy.”

“Ahh, but you have fluffy cheeks!”

“Yah!” He whined, “ They aren't fluffy.”

“I think it's cute.” Daehyun shrugged, and Youngjae's smile grew, the Busan boy with big lips and pretty eyes and a cute little mole under his right eye wasn't too bad. “... Thanks though, Daehyun.”

“Anytime.”

Thanks to Youngjae's bark, he sorta met his bite.