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THE WEEKEND DRAGGED ON AT A PACE SO AGONIZINGLY SLOW that y/n swore time itself was punishing them. Saturday kicked off with what could only be described as a hellish lecture marathon, courtesy of Sensei Kim Da-eun.
"You two seem to think life is a comedy," The woman had started, her arms crossed, pacing like a general addressing her troops. "But let me remind you: curiosity killed the cat. Responsibility is not a suggestion; it is a requirement."
Y/n and Kwon sat on the couch in front of her, both looking like scolded children. The girl picked at a loose thread on her hoodie, trying to zone out, while Kwon sat stiffly, his face betraying just how much he hated being talked down to.
"Care to explain your little escapade?" Kim's voice was sharp, her gaze piercing.
"We were just—" y/n started, but Kwon interrupted. "—gathering intel."
Kim's eyebrow twitched, and for a moment, y/n genuinely feared she might strike him.
"Intel?" Kim echoed, her voice dripping with disdain. "And did this... 'intel-gathering mission' come with a plan? Or were you two simply relying on blind luck and divine intervention?"
Y/n opened her mouth, then closed it. There was no winning this.
Kim continued, her tone shifting to something almost philosophical, which was somehow worse. "Responsibility means making decisions that reflect strength and intelligence. Not..." she waved a hand dismissively at the two of them, "...whatever that was."
Y/n sighed, defeated, while Kwon stared stoically ahead, his jaw clenched. This was going to be a long day.
The evening, however, proved to be even worse.
Kim had assigned Kwon to babysit Kreese. It was a punishment so uniquely horrible that even y/n couldn't help but feel a shred of sympathy for him.
The boy had barely stepped into the room when Kreese pounced, already mid-rant. "You know what the problem is with loyalty these days, son?" Kreese growled, pacing the room like a caged tiger.
Kwon blinked, unsure how to respond. "Uh... no?"
"No one has it!" Kreese snapped, his voice rising. "Back in Nam, you learned to trust the guy next to you with your life. And what do I get in return? Betrayed. By that slimy, ponytailed prick!"
Kwon raised a hand awkwardly. "Sensei, I think--"
"Think?" Kreese barked. "Thinking doesn't win wars! Action does! And you know what I should've done? Left that traitorous snake in the jungle where he belonged!"
