Jungkook stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, tightening the gold belt of his karate gi. The fabric felt rough against his skin, a reminder of every hour he had put into training. “Best in the world,” he whispered to himself, a confident grin spreading across his face. To the other students at Hanlim High, he was unstoppable—an unyielding force who could break through any challenge that came his way

He had built this persona brick by brick, showcasing his passion for karate, executing perfected movements that dazzled his classmates. During club sessions, he demonstrated flashy kicks and powerful stances, always ensuring that he was the center of attention. The whispers of admiration from his peers fed his ego

Student 1#: “Did you see how he kicked that board?” “No one can match his skills!”

Deep down, Jungkook relished the admiration but felt a familiar twinge of unease. What if his visible skills were built on a fragile foundation? He pushed the thought away; it was gone as quickly as it had come. He was ready for the tournament, and that was what mattered

Days passed, and as the tournament approached, a shadow seemed to loom over the school. A new transfer student, Minseok, arrived and claimed to have trained in martial arts since childhood. His confidence was understated, yet he carried an aura of skill that sent a chill down Jungkook’s spine. Every time he spotted Minseok practicing in the courtyard, the other's movements seemed too fluid, too refined

Jungkook: he is doing practice and showing off her is good in karate he is master in Karate

Girl students 1#: oh my god he is cool I love him he is my crush

Girl students 2#: you are right he is my crush too

Karate teacher enter

Karate teacher: everyone listen we have a new student so walcome her okay can you come in