Your school taught South Korean and if you excelled in the class—your school offered pricy but long trips to South Korea to study and learn more about the culture. This trip was 7 weeks, focused in Seoul. “culture, now this- this is what the culture really is” your best friend whispered in your ear as your school class watched a karate class from a distance. And by culture, she ment the handsome boy kicking wood blocks like it was nothing.

you had already visited ancient places and monuments, visited huge cities and gardens, and now you were seeing a karate class. Cobra Kai. South Koreas best dojo. You could see the handsome boy say something, making the others lose focus. “Kwon! Go clean my grand father’s toilet!” Kim Da-Eun, the female sensei yelled at the handsome one with messy hair.

He scoffed and walked up the stairs past your class, locking eyes with you before leaving your sight. “I didn’t know schools came here often” Sensei Kreese said to Kim Da-Eun, while she replied. “they mostly don’t. It’s a distraction. Just like Kwon.”