[COMPLETED] In which 10 dojo trainees compete in Asia's biggest martial arts tournament for a $500,000 cash prize...
「 ROMCOM • DRAMA • ANGST • ACTION • FLUFF 」
- VINTAGE VIDEO GAMES & CHINESE AESTHETIC.
- SET IN CHINA, YEAR 2000. 🉐
「 Consider thi...
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My fists clench into tight shells at the heart of my chest while strands of hair slip from my sweaty ponytail as I flare my foot another time.
Since it's 2AM, the only sounds to be heard at this time are crickets, my own shallow breaths and the patter of my bare feet moving around the rocks I placed along our front lawn despite the uneasy moss-rimmed concrete.
Snapping my paper fan shut, I repeatedly punch the blanket I tied around a wooden pole before my spine curls all the way back and hands meet the ground in a swift summersault, keeping them grounded as I kick the stone lantern behind me with two feet. Then springing back up, I flash the fan open to elbow an imaginary opponent before finally kicking high enough for my toe to reach the wind-chime.
My head cocks to the side. Nah, not sharp enough.
Even though there wasn't a single bend in my joint, I repeat the action with clenched teeth. Bandae Dollyo Chagi. It's not that hard... Am I overthinking it?
"You're a threat. I care about nothing more than this tournament. And I'm not afraid to hurt or get rid of anyone who gets in my way."
The pull of my pelvis enhances with a faint burn at the memory... But I'm not sleeping until I've got every inch of these moves down. Stupid Taehyung. Who does he think he is?
After many more rounds I finally fluff my messy hair and take a seat on the concrete. A blow of breath leaves my cheeks as I spread my legs wide with pointed toes and lean forward with my arms stretched out in front of me, chest against the floor. 3 minutes stretching starting... Now.
I don't even notice Gramma standing on the wooden porch behind me with a lit candle in her hand, wearing a night gown and pyjama hat. Fireflies gracefully twirl around her as she admires me with a soft smile.
"What a loony." She continues walking, "...Just like him."
Once my stretch is over, I recollect my fan and return to position. I'm a threat, huh? Damn right. And until those boys realize they can't get rid of me, I won't be batting an eyelid.
