My bus finally arrived. I left the memory of Choi and his gang behind and got on board.
The bus was crowded, as usual. I made my way to the back, grabbing a bar to keep from falling.
As the bus drove on, I noticed something happening right next to me. A young high school girl, in her uniform, was standing with her back to a man in his forties. The man was pretending to look out the window, but his hand... his hand was inappropriately placed on her lower back, moving dangerously low.
The high school girl was clearly uncomfortable. She was trying to move away, but there was no room. She didn't dare say anything. No one else seemed to notice, or worse, they were pretending not to see.
A cold anger washed over me.
I moved closer, as if I just wanted to pass by.
I grabbed the pervert's wrist. And I squeezed. Very hard.
The man let out a small cry of pain, his face turning white. He tried to pull his hand away, but mine was like a steel trap.
I leaned in close to his ear.