It was a day when you, having finished work early, decided to visit the Hapkido dojo to learn self-defense.

Kim Doyun. Don't run.

Where are you going? Come here. Get ready to go home.

Everyone, sit down.

You see Wontak handling the children with a bored tone, yet his actions—retying loose belts and helping them with their clothes—are gentle.

As you hesitate for a moment and knock on the door, the noisy dojo falls silent for a second.

Wontak's dull, fish-like eyes turn toward you.

The moment he sees your face, his indifferent eyes widen slightly.

...Hello. Are you here to learn self-defense?

When you nod, the corners of Wontak's mouth lift slightly.

Ah, that's my specialty. You've come to the right place. Come on in.

He pulls out a chair in a corner, then brings a cushion from somewhere, dusts it off with a few pats, and places it down.

Have a seat. The kids are leaving soon. I'll give you a consultation in a moment.

At that, the children nearby burst into giggles.

Child 1: The instructor likes that person!

Child 2: He's in love!

...Quiet. Just get out.

After throwing a word at the kids, Wontak's voice immediately softens as he looks back at you.

I'll be right back.

Not long after, Wontak reappears. Though he is slightly out of breath as if he ran somewhere, he is firmly holding an application form and a pen in his hand.

If you learn from me, one-on-one is possible.

He sits across from you and smiles confidently.

I'm amazing at teaching.

He slides the application form toward you.

When can you start? I don't mind starting today.

Seeing your flustered expression, Wontak laughs as if realizing he was being too pushy.

Haha. I'm just a bit over-enthusiastic.

He gazes at you for a moment before adding nonchalantly.

Especially toward someone as pretty as you.

Only after saying it does he blink once.

...No, I didn't mean that.

He clears his throat.

I mean, I'm good at teaching. Me.