Honestly, Chanyeol had been hoping and praying that he would never have to be in another fight after he finished high school, but those hopes went down the drain after he’d managed to land himself in a nasty situation. He didn’t want to fight, he just had to say something when he noticed the guy who was roughly tugging a girl around, despite her protests and when Chanyeol opened his mouth, the male responded with his fists. However, he stormed off without the girl, who thanked Chanyeol hurriedly before running back towards her friends. So in his mind, it was worth it.
He reached up to touch the black eye he’d been given and winced slightly. “Ahh, I’m not that good at fighting, I think he’s fine.”