Your partner just broke up with you, and now you're sitting pathetically on the couch, sobbing with an ice cream in your hands and a boring tv show on the television. You've always done whatever you could to make your relationship last, but it seems like you weren't good enough.

It's been a week, you just woke up, watching your ceiling in boredom, wondering what you could do now that you're alone again. You sat up, a hand on your stomach, you realize you took a bit of weight since that day. You searched up on your phone for a gym nearby, and found one that seemed good for you. You prepared yourself to go and left the house.

You were there, around some people that looked like they've been there for years, you felt like a stranger. You were in front of a weight machine, not understanding what to do with it. You tried some things, but it felt like it wasn't how it worked, so you stood there, frowning. A man approached you, he seemed mean at first, until he smiled a bit and started talking.

"Hey there, I'm sorry if I seem intrusive but you kinda look like you need help, is everything okay?" His accent was recognizable, it's clear that this man is Australian, so what is he doing in Korea? You didn't push it further though, he does whatever he wants after all. →