Subway, two definitions – food outlet or train station, but I meant the latter.

The hustle bustle of working adults, students and old people, the endless paging of train schedules and blowing of whistles, the banging sound of moving doors and swooshing sounds of trains, I stood amidst the crowd waiting for my train.

“Ah, the morning symphony of a busy subway… this is what life should be”

A little about myself:

I came from the countryside without any modes of transport but walking by foot. Attending high school was my first time in the city and since I’ve only known life about cities in books or movies (at least we still had television, thank god for the electricity), I hope to be like those heroes.

In books or movies, girls with short skirts were often preyed by erted ahjusshis while bystanders often comment and hardly any tried to call for help or helped.

For today, I hope to be one of their heroes, the one who could end their sufferings.

I boarded the train, getting squashed together like sardines in a can with people of different age and sizes. I held on to my bag against my chest, preventing my hands from accidentally touching or brushing against anyone, especially old scary ahjummas who might scream at the top of their lungs “HELP, HE’S TOUCHING ME!!”.

My eyes scanned the train, trying to lock on to at least a female student.

Nope, not any in front or beside me.

I tried to look far and spotted one. My eyes concentrated on her only hoping at least someone can go up to her and brush his hands along her thighs or something so I can walk up and vomit toxic words at his face. GOD, JUST LET ME BE A HERO.

Unknowingly, I was being pushed and played around and now I am somewhere in the middle of the carriage, away from the door.

I sighed. I lost my target, so much for being a hero on the first day of school.

My bag was still held against my chest – doesn’t mean leaning against the back door meant relaxing – I was still stuck in the crowd. Humming to a melody softly, I felt someone brush his hands across my .

I ignored it. It’s packed plus I’m a guy, a little accident is no biggie.

But hey, it was all wrong.

The brushing became rubbing to a groping.

“How inconsiderate” I cussed silently. Foul words destroy one image so I have to stay pure and innocent, at least for now.

However, I was at my limit. HE IS ME. OH MY GOD.

I tried to turn around, to look at whose itchy hands it belonged to but no I can’t. The more I fidget the more stares I earned and some clicking of tongues here and there.

I tried to apologize by smiling (it didn’t quite help) and I squirmed even more.

JESUS CHRIST.

Now I know how it felt when you get touched by others and why no one refuses to help – THEY ARE BLIND, REALLY BLIND.

I whimpered. Isn’t there any decent man or lady or anybody? His uncontrolled hand and my ‘ually’ abused , I almost cried.

I think god heard my plea or inner cries and sent an angel to my rescue.

“Sir, please remove your hands off those… off limit area” He spoke firmly. “I will report you to the police right this instance with my cell phone, just a button away to the phone of the station”

My hero.

I stared at him with those dog pleading eyes. He turned his head away. (HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT). He resisted my puppy eyes and sighed, heavily.

I wanted to mark him and placed him as number 1 on my do-not-want-to-see list.

But then he stretched out his hand and pulled me over. He stood in front of me and have me cornered against the wall.

He stared into my eyes and I glanced to the right. He makes my heart beat faster than usual, why? Then my eyes caught sight of the badge sewn against his uniform.

‘AVALON HIGH…’

I looked up at him; I knew I could trust him.

“Thanks”

He smiled back. “Were you trying to be a hero? I saw everything…” he tried to suppress his laughter.

I blushed (obviously) and looked away.

“Jung Yunho, freshman” he whispered into my ear.

“Kim Jaejoong, freshman” I replied looking down while holding my bag against my chest, still.

In the end, I couldn’t make hero but got made prey.

At least I found my own hero.

Freshman year, JUNG YUNHO.

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