KELLY'S POV
Lunch had finally arrived, and as I entered the cafeteria, Cheol abruptly tore himself away from me, storming over to a wide-eyed Kian. He didn't waste any time in swinging a fist at Kian's face and he stumbled backwards, almost tripping over his own feet, as the contact made a harsh cracking sound.
As I ran up to the two boys and quickly wrapped my small hands around Cheol's bicep, I couldn't hold it in my grip. “C-Cheol…” I screamed as loudly as I could. "Please, no..."
Cheol's gaze remained fixed on Kian, who was cupping his jaw and glaring daggers at my man. Cheol was tense all over, his fists clenched and a scowl etched across his attractive features.