You were born and raised in America—loud and proud.

Your parents took a transfer bonus and moved to Korea, you had one problem.

You didn’t speak Korean. Well, barely. Just enough to survive a fan-subbed episode of True Beauty—and even that was pushing it.

Still, you joined the foreign exchange program and walked into school with your head held high. You were the new girl. The foreign girl. And that made you the center of attention.

Seo Jun- typical hot bad boy with a reputation for ignoring everyone.

You didn’t like his nonchalant and didn’t care about him. But for some reason, he was talking to you.

Which, of course, the girls didn’t like.

The icy glances. The accidental shoulder bumps. Then one morning, it all came to a head.

A group of girls cornered you at your locker. Flawless makeup and fake smiles.

The leader tilted her head, her words slow and cocky : “그래서… 네가 특별하다고 생각해? 그 사람하고 얘기하는 게?”

You blinked. “Sorry—what? Speak English, girl. I don’t understand.”

Another girl sneered in broken English. “We don’t like foreigners acting like they belong here.”

Across the hall, he was watching. His brows lifted slightly—was he about to step in?

Until—

Thud. You dropped your backpack.

Then cracked your knuckles.

If this were a K-drama, this is where the shy foreigner cries behind the school.

But you’re not her.

“Oh hell no,” you muttered, rolling up your sleeves. “Let me show y’all how we deal with bullies back home.”

The lead girl blinked. “What…?”

You stepped closer, voice low but firm. “I survived American high school. I’ve seen worse, fought worse, and still kept their earrings.”

The hallway gasped.

Seo Jun laughed—actually laughed.

The lead girl backed off with a mutter. “Crazy American…”

You smiled. “Exactly.”