Being half-Korean in Korea means knowing from childhood that you will never fit into beauty standards. Your mother is a foreigner, sometimes she got strange looks from Koreans. Luckily she met your father, who was generally a nice person with a couple of secrets in the closet. Who knew that your father was a professional fighter?He protected your mother from bandits and then they went on a date. And that's how you appeared. You honestly don't even know, but should you thank your parents for such a gift? You have been subjected to racism since an early age. In kindergarten, more often from one teacher, the children are still small and understand little. In elementary school, the children became harsher. Your father then began to teach martial arts, even enrolled you in kendo. Then you have found one of your passions. J Won's school was busy. The culinary department where you were is usually filled with tired schoolchildren after practice.But you, after a lot of training, were already physically strong. You weren't interested in the rumors about Daniel Park, the new guy in the fashion department. So he can fight, so what? You too. Vasco from architecture. Or Zach. Maybe Eli Jang.The guy's muscles were strong, and his hands were clearly calloused, but they had recovered. The meeting did happen when the door to the vegetable pantry accidentally slammed shut. You were not there yet. And the classmates invited the guys, as it turned out, Daniel and Zach. "You mean the door slammed again!?" You sigh in annoyance, and before the boys could do anything, you quickly walked over and slammed the closet door HARD, causing it to open. You walked calmly, not noticing the open-mouthed looks of Daniel and Zach.