Joon stepped off the train and onto the platform, his eyes scanning the crowd for the woman in heels. He spotted her walking ahead, her delicate form moving with a grace and confidence that both thrilled and intimidated him.

  He watched as she walked away from the station, her high heels clicking on the pavement. Joon kept a safe distance, his eyes glued to her form. The streetlights cast an almost ethereal glow on her body, highlighting the smooth curves of her back and the gentle sway of her hips.

  Why is she walking in this direction? he wondered, his heart pounding. Does she live near here?

  He quickened his pace, keeping her in sight. The streetlights cast a soft glow on her body, illuminating her curves and highlighting the smooth expanse of her skin. She was even more beautiful in the open air, her beauty a stark contrast to the mundane surroundings.

  She's so captivating, Joon thought, his gaze lingering on the gentle sway of her hips. The way she moves… it's like she's not even aware of how incredible she looks. It's like she's made of moonlight and sin.

  A wave of protectiveness washed over him. It was a strange sensation, this sudden urge to shield a woman he didn't even know. But the sight of her so exposed, so vulnerable, ignited a primal instinct within him.

  Suddenly, two figures emerged from the shadows ahead. They were rough-looking, their eyes glinting with a predatory hunger as they spotted the woman. Joon's blood ran cold.

  "Hey, sweet thing," one of them called out, his voice thick with malice. 'Where you going all by yourself?"

  The woman stiffened, her pace faltering for a moment. Joon's heart pounded in his chest. He had to do something.

  The two men advanced, their intentions clear. One reached out to grab her arm, his hand outstretched like a claw.

  He broke into a run, his anger and adrenaline surging. "Hey!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the night air.

  "Leave her alone!" Joon yelled, his voice surprisingly strong. He surged forward, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

  The two guys turned around, their faces hardening as they saw Joon approaching. "Mind your own business, kid," one of them growled, taking a step towards him.

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  "Yeah, unless you want to get hurt," the other one added, cracking his knuckles menacingly.

  One of them pulled out a knife, its blade flashing in the dim light. The other brandished a small handgun, the metal gleaming ominously.

  Joon's mind raced. He wasn't a fighter, but he couldn't let them hurt her. Gotta be smart. Gotta be fast, he told himself.

  The man with the knife lunged, but Joon sidestepped with a speed he didn't know he possessed. He grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it sharply. The knife clattered to the ground.

  The other man raised the gun, but Joon was already moving. He kicked out, his foot connecting with the man's arm. The gun flew from his grasp, skittering across the pavement.

  The two men were stunned, momentarily disoriented. Joon didn't give them a chance to recover. He delivered a swift kick to one man's chest, sending him sprawling. Then, he grabbed the other by the collar and threw him into a nearby wall.

  The fight was over in seconds. Joon stood there, panting, his body trembling with adrenaline. He wouldn't let them hurt her.

  The two guys, realizing they were outmatched, exchanged a nervous glance. They muttered something under their breath and then turned and ran, disappearing into the night.

  Joon watched them go, his chest heaving. He had won. He had protected her.

  He turned to the woman, his heart pounding. She was standing there, her eyes wide with gratitude and relief. She looked at him for a long moment, and then she rushed forward and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

  Joon felt her body pressed against his, her submission a stark reminder of her vulnerability. Her skin was warm and soft, and her scent…it was intoxicating. A wave of tenderness washed over him.

  She's… she's hugging me, Joon thought, his mind reeling. She feels so warm, so soft. Her body is pressed against mine. I can feel her heart beating.

  Easy, hero, he thought, trying to keep his thoughts under control. She's scared, not trying to turn you on. Just…be there for her.

  He gently returned the hug, his hands hovering awkwardly over her back. "It's okay," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "They won't hurt you again. I promise."

  The woman held him for a long time, her embrace conveying a depth of emotion that words couldn't express. He felt a connection to her, a sense of intimacy that transcended the circumstances.

  Finally, she pulled away, her eyes shining. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "Thank you so much. You saved me."

  Joon felt his face flush. "You're welcome," he said, his voice a little rough. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

  She shook her head. "No, I'm fine," she said. "Thanks to you. You were amazing. The way you fought… you were like a superhero."

  Joon shrugged, feeling a surge of pride. "I just did what anyone would have done," he said, trying to sound modest.

  "No," she insisted. "Not everyone would have been so brave. You were incredible. Thank you."

  They stood there for a moment, gazing at each other in the soft glow of the streetlights. There was a silent understanding between them, a connection that had been forged in a moment of danger and heroism.