Pete was usually careful, but today he was in a rush. Clutching his bag tightly, he didn't see the bicycle coming around the corner of the university courtyard until it was too late. The impact was sharp, sending him tumbling to the pavement, his expensive smartphone skittering across the concrete. "Hey! Are you okay?" a rough voice called out.
For Pete, who had spent most of his life being bullied or blackmailed for his quiet nature and his identity, Ae’s blunt kindness was a revelation. Ae didn't care about Pete’s wealth or the rumors—he saw someone who needed a hand. Love By Chance
Pete looked up, blinking back tears of shock. Standing over him was a boy his age, dressed in a simple football jersey, sweating from a recent practice. This was Ae, a sharp contrast to Pete’s pristine, designer-clad appearance. The Protector Pete was usually careful, but today he was in a rush
In that moment, the "chance" that had brought them together felt less like an accident and more like the first step toward a future neither of them had seen coming. Ae didn't care about Pete’s wealth or the
Instead of getting angry, Ae reached down and hoisted Pete up with surprising strength. He didn't just walk away; he stayed to check Pete’s scraped knee and insisted on walking him to the infirmary.