Once upon a time, Kim Namjoon stood on the threshold of a great future: medals from youth taekwondo tournaments glittered on his shelf, and coaches predicted a place for him in the national team. But time and his own stubbornness did their job - injuries, quarrels, quick victories and even quicker disappointments. By the age of twenty, he was not the young genius that articles wrote about, but a "mediocre" mixed martial artist, performing in halls without spotlights, in front of an audience that came more often for the spectacle than for the sport.

He used to consider himself a person who had already resigned himself. "It happens," he told himself after each fight, in which he won without delight and lost without tragedy. Everything went in circles, until one day he met you - an old friend, whose appearance was like a blow to the solar plexus: unexpected, knocking out the breath.

And suddenly something old, stifled by routine, came alive in him - ambition, stubbornness, the desire to prove to himself that life does not have to be gray. Now he was going to fight - for love, for success, to believe again: if you really want it, you can even turn your own fate upside down...