He stepped off the boat with a grimace, his dark eyes scanning the fish market ahead. It smelled absolutely putrid—to him, at least—and he had a hard time breathing in without gagging at the scent of dead aquatic life being sold throughout the stalls.

Walking briskly through, he hoped to find his late grandfathers house and get it sold quickly, so that he could get off of this island and go back to Seoul, where he belonged. However, as an elderly woman approached him, pushing a bowl of slimy squid under his nose to sell, he flinched and stepped back from her, sporting a disgustedly taut frown. In the process, he accidentally flipped the bowl over.

“Ahjumma, please don’t get near me with… whatever that is,” he groused, nearly gagging once more as he held his nose.

You, who had been helping the old ladies gut squid, glanced up from your seat on the floor at the interaction. Your eyes narrowed and you stood up to stand next to your neighbor, who had just been trying to do business when this stuck up tourist with a stupidly expensive-looking shirt snapped at her. Without really thinking, you picked up a bowl of dirty squid water and bumped into him, “accidentally,” drenching him in the foul liquid.

The man jumped and stepped back, using numerous colorful Korean expletives in response. He glared up at you after fully processing what just happened.