Delhi girl's korean Dream-boy

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Joon-woo was love of my life. We were meant to be together. His shiny hair and twinkling eyes mesmirized me. I will acquire him at any cost, i thought.

I had strong feelings for him.

I felt the same emotions that Indian boys(back home in Delhi) felt when they thought of me.

My name is anupriya. I came to south korea for higher studies.

It was my day at my korean college.
It was the first time I saw Joon-woo.
He seemed very popular among the boys and very charismatic.

I was looking for a seat in classroom. I felt nervous as I was only Indian in whole classroom.

A guy, who looked like Nobita, gestured me to a seat near him. He had another Korean girl named mi- cha sitting next to him.

I became good friends with micha. She laughed when I said that I chose korea over london, Europe for my studies because of k-pop.

As days went by, nothing progressed for me in the department of love. Joon wo and i were still strangers. But then a incident happened that changed my life forever.

I was just settling in my seat in the classroom after the recess. I  unzipped my bag and found dog-shit inside a plastic bag in my bag. I screamed.

All korean girls gathered around me and frowned when they came to know the situation. One of them alerted the teacher.

All k-boys burst into laughter. They seemed like heartless villains to me.

Teacher alerted that a investigation will be launched into the matter.

But Days later, nothing fruitful came of the investigation.

Micha and I wondered that, "who was the culprit behind such a nasty thing? Whether it was boy or girl? Why I was targeted? "

We were outside college premises and I began to cry.

Then joonwo approached us and said to me, "whoever did this thing is sick. But I promise you I will find him. "

He touched my shoulder and offered me a ride home on his motorbike.
I nodded.

I sat on his bike. Micha was also trying to sit when joowo said to her, "my bike has space for only passenger. Micha you have to walk home".

This bike rides with joowo became regular for me. I loved the fragrance of his hair. Were we a couple now? , I thought.

Then one day, he asked to me to share a deeply embarrassing secret. He went first and said, "I once pissed into a empty bottle and drank my piss a little bit".

I laughed and laughed. Then it was my turn to reveal a secret, "I went to a special school till I was eight years old. But then doctor admitted he made a mistake in his diagnosis and that I wasn't retartded".

Joowo didn't laugh. He nodded silently and said, "I have a cousin that has autism. But I love my cousin ".

I was smitten that joowo was so sensitive. I admired him.

Then joowo declared his love for me. I reciprocated the feelings.

Then joowo suggested we get matching tattoos and he took me to a tattoo parlor and he got a tattoo which said in Korean,"everlasting love".

I didn't know korean. So joowo suggested me a tattoo which he said read in Korean, "unending love".
I got that tattoo.

Next day at school, when I showed my tattoo to Micha, she said, "nice joke ".

I asked, "what do you mean? ".

Micha said, "your tattoo reads that 'I am a retarded black girl'. Why you got this tattoo?" . She thought it was temporary tattoo.

Next thing I knew the whole classroom knew about my tattoo. And they laughed thinking that I was so weird for getting such a weird self-degrading tattoo.

Later I found out that joowo already had a k-girlfriend and he made a money-bet with his k-girlfriend and some friends that he will make the Indian girl fall in love with him and will make her get a embarrassing tattoo.

I confronted joowo about this. He mouthed, "Sorry, blacky". And he turned to leave. I was offended immensely. Back in Delhi, I was considered the fairest girl in my class.

I got hold of him and punched him and said to him , "let's go! Jackie chan".

Micha and other students arrived.

I went into a fight stance. Joowo was angry and went for a slap. I blocked it and slapped him back and kicked him where it hurts a guy the most! His k-dick!

He hadn't expected I had such good fighting skills. Well before I was a k-pop fan, I was a 'hongkong kungfu movie' diehard fan. I was also a black belt in karate.

He layed on the ground with pain. But I didn't show any mercy. I pepper-sprayed his face.

My korean dream boy became my worst nightmare.

I wished I had stayed in India like a normal girl who dream about korean guys. Instead of pursuing a dream and coming to korea and finding racist people .

But I stayed.

Over course of my education, I learned new things about korea. Realistic things. Life lessons.

One day, the guy who looked like nobita came into the classroom. He had a lasik done. He looked cool without glasses. But I warned myself to not fall in love again .

The end