I know how to fight, Duh. (Lookism, Viral hit, PTJ universe)

Rumi, I hate you!

In Gangbuk district of Seoul, It's pretty common to see many cases of bullying. No matter which school you go to, you will always come across someone who is a victim of bullying.

Do people try to help these victims? The answer would be no, they do not and why would they? If they so much as just talk with these supposed victims, then instead of helping them out, they would end up becoming the victim themselves.

Every day when you see a scrawny guy getting his ass beat by a much larger individual, the first thought that comes to mind nowadays is not 'Poor him' or 'why isn't anyone helping him', no, it's actually 'Thank goodness it's not me'. You don't feel pity, neither do you feel sorry for the guy. Instead of all those emotions, that disgusting feeling of relief is the first thing you feel after seeing that guy getting beaten up instead of you.

Is it bad to feel that way? Many people would answer in a similar manner by denying it.

He is the one who is getting beaten up. I am not the one who is beating him up. If I help him out, then it would probably make it worse.

These are the excuses they would use to run away from the scene. They try to tell this to their conscience, saying that what they are doing is the most logical thing to do. They would reassure themselves over and over by saying they are not cowards, they will tell you that you would do the same if you were in their situation.

Which, I hate to admit, is true for most cases.

There is no right and wrong in this. If you do not help a victim, then that doesn't make you a bad person. If you have the power to stop that bullying, but still decide to not help the guy because you find it too troublesome, then it's your choice and I respect it.

The only one wrong in this is the shithead who is doing the bullying.

Before my father told me to never hurt someone who is weaker than me, I was a very aggressive child. I always wanted to fight strong people, no matter their age, gender, height or weight, if you know how to throw a punch, then I would be all pumped up to kick your ass. This feeling was soon replaced by a hero complex, don't ask me how because I don't know myself.

I have always hated bullies. It has been like this since I was little. At first, I tried to be a hero and beat up the bastard who was bullying a close friend of mine. I felt really good after putting that shithead in his place, and seeing my friend's face without any injury was a sight I didn't despise, not one bit. My friend was happy, I was happy, Everyone was happy.

Well, everyone except for the bully himself.

There's one thing that you need to know about these bastards, and it's that these guys have an ego thicker than Pakgo's neck. If you hurt their pride, they will do anything in their power to get back at you.

They will try to take revenge by ganging up on you, they will use underhanded tactics to hurt you, or will use their parents' connections to ruin your life.

In this Bully's case, nothing worked.

No matter what he did, I always kicked his ass.

It all changed one day, when I had to transfer to another school in a different country. Basically, I lived in America, but I had to move to South Korea because my Dad missed his home country.

I lost all my connections to my previous school, so I had no idea how much of a mess I created for my friend in that place.

Just a year after I transferred here, I met a previous classmate of mine who came here to meet his relatives, and he informed me about a news that traumatized me to my core.