𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄. i love you all wrong

IN THE HEART OF BUSTLING LOS ANGELES, AMIDST THE urban sprawl and towering skyscrapers, lay the Miyagi-Do Dojo, an oasis of serenity and tradition. Tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, Daniel Larusso described it as a haven for martial arts enthusiasts seeking to hone their skills and find inner peace.

As the sun peeked through the thick foliage surrounding the dojo, its wooden exterior seemed to blend seamlessly with the lush greenery, as if nature itself had woven it into existence.

Stepping inside, she was immediately greeted by the soothing sounds of flowing water and rustling leaves. The dojo was an open-air sanctuary, its walls adorned with climbing vines and lush greenery, creating a tranquil atmosphere that seemed worlds away from the bustling streets outside. One was instantly welcomed by the unmistakable scent of polished wood and fresh tatami mats, mingling harmoniously with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest. Jieun found herself drawn to the sparring section that overlooked a serene pond teeming with vibrant koi fish.

She paused by the edge of the pond, her eyes tracing the graceful movements of the koi as they glided through the crystal-clear water. Their scales shimmered like molten gold in the sunlight, each movement a testament to their elegance and strength. She watched in awe as they danced beneath the surface, their tails creating ripples that echoed across the tranquil pond.

The scent of the koi pond was a symphony of nature's finest fragrances ― a delicate blend of fresh water and blooming lotus flowers, carried by a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves overhead. It was a scent that filled Jieun's senses, transporting her to a world of serenity and inner peace.

Lost in the mesmerizing beauty of the koi fish, Jieun couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with them. Like the fish, she too sought to navigate life's currents with grace and resilience, finding strength in the depths of her own spirit.

Each fish seemed to possess its own unique beauty, with scales that glistened like precious jewels in the sunlight. Some were adorned in shades of vibrant orange and gold, while others boasted intricate patterns of black and white.

As she reluctantly tore her gaze away from the pond, she felt a renewed sense of determination coursing through her veins. The dojo was not just a place of training ― it was a sanctuary where she could find solace amidst life's tumultuous waters, guided by the wisdom of those who had come before her.

The dojo itself seemed to breathe with life, its open-air design allowing nature to permeate every corner, from the fragrant scent of blooming flowers to the subtle hum of insects in the air.

Lost in her thoughts, she found herself reflecting on the journey that had led her to this moment ― the challenges she had faced, and the friends who had stood by her side through it all. In particular, she thought of Miguel, her steadfast ally and confidant, whose unwavering support had been her anchor in times of doubt and uncertainty.

It was Miguel who had been her biggest defender when Sam had tried to convince Daniel and Johnny to deny her entry into the dojo. Despite Sam's objections, he had seen something in Jieun ― and had fought tirelessly to ensure that she was given a chance to prove herself.

She couldn't help but send a silent thank you to him, grateful for his belief in her and the strength of their friendship. She knew that she owed much of her success to his unwavering support, and she vowed to honor his faith in her by giving her all in her training, striving to become the best martial artist she could be.

As she stood alone in the tranquil expanse of the dojo, she observed her fellow practitioners with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. The dojo was alive with activity, as students mingled and chatted amongst themselves, their laughter filling the air with warmth and vitality.

She watched as friendships blossomed and bonds formed, each interaction a testament to the sense of community that permeated the dojo. Despite the diversity of backgrounds and experiences among the students, there was a shared sense of purpose and belonging that united them ― a common thread woven through the fabric of their shared passion for martial arts.

As she observed from the sidelines, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing in her heart. She longed to be a part of the vibrant tapestry of friendship that surrounded her, to forge connections with her fellow pupils, and become a valued member of the family.

But as she watched the animated conversations and laughter that filled the air, she couldn't shake the lingering doubts and insecurities that gnawed at her confidence. She wondered if she would ever truly belong if she would ever be accepted into this tight-knit community of martial artists.

And as she stood alone, a spark of determination ignited within her ― a determination to prove herself, not just to others, but to herself as well. With that resolve burning brightly in her heart, she knew that she was ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead, and to carve out her own place in the vibrant community.

As she stood lost in thought, she was gently pulled back to reality by the sound of approaching footsteps. Turning, she saw Eli making his way towards her with a playful grin on his face.

"Hey there, newcomer," Eli greeted, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Welcome to the better dojo."

She couldn't help but chuckle at his teasing, knowing full well the friendly rivalry that existed between Miyagi-Do, Eagle Fang, and its counterpart, Cobra Kai. "Oh, is that so?" she replied with a playful raise of her eyebrow.

Their banter was easy and familiar that existed between them despite their differing allegiances. Jieun had always admired Eli ― not just for his skill and prowess in karate, but for the journey he had undertaken to become the person he was today.

Once a victim of bullying himself, he had transformed into a formidable martial artist under the guidance of Cobra Kai, harnessing his inner strength and resilience to rise above his past and become a powerful force to be reckoned with. His journey was a testament to the transformative power of karate, and Jieun couldn't help but admire him for it.

As she looked into Eli's eyes, she saw a reflection of her own determination and resilience ― a reminder that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she had the strength and support of her friends to guide her on her journey.

Jieun couldn't resist a playful smirk as she matched Eli's teasing tone. "Well, I can't wait to raise the standard then," she quipped, a twinkle of mischief dancing in her eyes.

He chuckled, his grin widening. "Oh, you think you can take us all on, huh? That's a bold claim for someone who just walked through the door," he retorted, his tone dripping with playful skepticism.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Please, I've faced tougher challenges than a bunch of Cobra Kai wannabes," she shot back, unable to resist a playful jab.

He feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart in mock indignation. "Wannabes? Ouch, that's cold," he replied with an exaggerated pout, before breaking into laughter.

Their banter flowed effortlessly, each exchange a playful dance of wit and sarcasm. It continued as they playfully exchanged stories of their respective training experiences, each trying to outdo the other with tales of daring feats and close calls.

Despite their friendly rivalry, there was mutual respect and admiration between them, a recognition of the shared journey they had embarked upon as martial artists.

"You should have seen me in my first sparring match," he declared with a dramatic flourish. "I was like a tornado of fury, unstoppable and untouchable."

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh, please. I've seen toddlers throw more intimidating tantrums," she countered, unable to resist the opportunity to poke fun at his bravado.

He feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "Ouch!" he replied with mock solemnity, before breaking into laughter once more.

As Jieun basked in the warm glow of company that filled the dojo, she couldn't help but feel a sense of lightness and ease wash over her ― a stark contrast to the rigid intensity of her previous training environment.

With Ben, it had always been about pushing herself to the limit, striving for perfection in every strike and block. While she appreciated the discipline and focus that he instilled in her, there had always been something missing ― a sense of warmth and connection that went beyond the confines of the training mat.

Here, she found that missing piece, it wasn't just about how to fight better, but about how to live better ― to cultivate a spirit of compassion and understanding that transcended the boundaries of dojo walls.

She found herself laughing freely and easily, sharing stories and jokes as they trained together under the watchful eye of their sensei. It was a stark departure from the rigid formality of her previous training sessions, and yet it felt more authentic and genuine ― a true reflection of the bonds of friendship that united them.

As Jieun basked in the warmth of her newfound friendships, she couldn't help but notice the subtle tension emanating from the other side of the dojo. Sitting together were Sam and her brother Anthony, their expressions guarded as they watched the interactions unfolding before them.

Anthony leaned in to whisper to Sam. "She seems pretty cool, I remember her coming by the house a lot," he commented, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Sam's response was a disdainful scoff, her gaze fixed squarely on Jieun. "My biggest regret," she muttered, her tone dripping with contempt.

His brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? She's friendly, and she's already making friends with everyone here," he pointed out, gesturing discreetly towards Jieun.

Her glare intensified, her lips curling into a sneer. "Yeah, well, just because she's friendly doesn't mean she's trustworthy," she retorted, her words laced with bitterness.

Anthony frowned, unsure of how to respond to his sister's hostility. He had always admired Sam's strength and determination, but sometimes her stubbornness could be hard to understand.

Her bitterness welled up as she recounted the perceived injustices inflicted upon her by Jieun. "You know what she did, Anthony," she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "She used to be my friend, but the moment Miguel came into the picture, she dropped me like a hot potato."

He listened quietly, his expression a mix of concern and sympathy. He had seen firsthand the toll that the rift between Sam and Jieun had taken on his sister, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the reminder of their fractured friendship.

"And let's not forget about Robby," she continued, her voice tinged with resentment. "She knew how much he meant to me, and yet she swooped in and stole him away without a second thought."

Anthony's brow furrowed in confusion. "Didn't you guys break up?" he pointed out gently, hoping to reason with his sister.

She waved away his words dismissively. "That's beside the point," she replied tersely. "The fact remains that she took every opportunity to humiliate me, whether it was on the soccer field or on the mat, or even during the school fight. It's like she thrived on making me feel embarrassed."

"Okay, so why does Miguel even associate with her?" He interjected, his voice tinged with indignation. "After everything she did to you, I don't understand how he can still be friends with her."

Sam's eyes flashed with vindication, her earlier bitterness giving way to a smug sense of satisfaction. "Exactly," she replied, nodding in agreement. "He should know better than to be friends with someone like her."

As Anthony listened to her grievances, a sense of protective instinct surged within him. He couldn't deny the injustice of what she described, but he also couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation at the thought of confronting someone as skilled as Jieun.

"I think I get it," he began, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But isn't Jieun, like, really good? I mean, she's been training for a while, hasn't she?"

Her expression hardened at the reminder of Jieun's prowess, her lips pressing into a thin line. "So what if she's good?" she replied stubbornly. "That doesn't give her the right to treat me the way she does."

He nodded in agreement, his brow furrowing in concern. He couldn't deny the validity of Sam's feelings, but he also couldn't ignore the reality of the situation. Confronting someone as skilled as Jieun would be no easy feat, and he couldn't help but worry about the potential consequences.

His brow creased in concern as he looked at his sister. "Have you ever tried talking to her about how you feel?" he asked gently. "Maybe there's been some sort of misunderstanding. I mean, Miguel wouldn't hang out with or call someone his best friend if they weren't worth it, right?"

Sam hesitated, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice tinged with doubt. "I guess I've just been so angry and hurt that I haven't really given her a chance."

He gazed at her, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and empathy. "Is forgiving her really so out of reach?" he asked softly. "I mean, you two used to be really close. Isn't there a part of you that misses that?"

Her expression softened, a flicker of nostalgia washing over her as she recalled the memories of her friendship. "Of course, I miss it," she admitted quietly. "We used to have so much fun together. But things are different now."

She hesitated, her heart torn between the pain of the past and the possibility of a brighter future. She couldn't deny the longing she felt for the friendship she had lost, for the laughter she had once shared with her.

Closing her eyes, Sam allowed herself to be swept away by the tide of memories, recalling the joy and warmth of their shared moments together. She remembered the late-night conversations and the inside jokes, the laughter that had filled the air like music.

And in that moment, she realized that perhaps forgiveness wasn't so out of reach after all. Perhaps, buried beneath the layers of hurt and resentment, there still existed a glimmer of hope ― a flicker of possibility that she could find her way back to the friend she had lost.

But Sam's heart remained heavy with resentment and anger towards her. She couldn't shake the sense of betrayal that gnawed at her, the wounds still raw and tender.

Each time she caught sight of Jieun across the dojo, laughter surrounding her like a protective shield, a surge of bitterness welled up within Sam. She couldn't fathom how someone who had once been her friend could now be so easily embraced by others as if their shared history meant nothing.

And yet, beneath the layers of animosity, there lingered a quiet longing ― a whisper of regret that haunted Sam in the stillness of the night. Sometimes, in the quiet solitude of her thoughts, she found herself wondering if she had been too quick to judge, too stubborn to forgive.

In those fleeting moments of vulnerability, she allowed herself to entertain the possibility that perhaps she had been wrong ― that perhaps there was more to Jieun's actions than met the eye. But each time she tried to grasp at that flicker of doubt, it slipped through her fingers like sand, leaving her drowning in a sea of bitterness.

And so, Sam remained trapped in a cycle of hatred and self-doubt, her heart torn between the desire for revenge and the yearning for reconciliation. In the end, only time will tell whether she will find the courage to confront the truth of her feelings and take the first step toward healing the wounds of the past.

For Sam, friendship was more than just a casual acquaintance or a passing connection ― it was a sacred bond, forged in the fires of shared experiences and mutual trust. It was a lifeline in times of darkness, a beacon of light guiding her through the trials and tribulations of life.

To Sam, a friend was someone who laughed with her until tears streamed down their cheeks, and who shared their deepest fears and wildest dreams without reservation. It was someone who stood by her side through thick and thin, offering unwavering support and encouragement when she needed it most.

Friendship was the warmth of a hug after a long day, the comfort of a familiar smile in a sea of strangers. It was the thrill of adventure and the joy of discovery, as they explored the world together with hearts open and spirits free.

But above all else, friendship was a sanctuary ― a safe haven where she could be herself without fear of judgment or rejection. It was a refuge from the harsh realities of the world, a place where she could find solace and acceptance in the embrace of those who truly cared for her.

And yet, as she stood on the sidelines of the dojo, watching Jieun mingle, Sam couldn't help but feel a pang of betrayal deep within her heart. The memory of their once-close friendship lingered like a ghost, haunting her with reminders of what she had lost.

But despite the pain and bitterness that clouded her thoughts, Sam couldn't deny the longing that stirred within her ― a yearning for the connection she had once shared with Jieun before it had all fallen apart. In the depths of her soul, she prayed for a glimmer of hope ― a chance to reclaim the friendship that had slipped through her fingers like sand.

With a deep breath, Sam opened her eyes, her resolve strengthened by the memories that danced in her mind. "Maybe you're right, Anthony," she said softly. "Maybe it's time to give forgiveness a chance."

Jieun turned towards the entrance where their new sensei was about to make his appearance. And then, with a quiet grace, he entered ― Chozen Toguchi.

Dressed in traditional martial arts attire, Chozen exuded an aura of quiet strength and wisdom, his every movement deliberate and precise. His face was weathered with age, lined with the wisdom of years spent mastering the art of karate, and his eyes held a quiet intensity that commanded respect from all who beheld him.

The sparring deck, bathed in the warm glow of sunlight filtering through the canopy of leaves above, stood as a testament to the dojo's commitment to excellence. Made of rich brown wood and shaped in a perfect hexagon, it gleamed with the patina of years of training, each plank a silent witness to the countless battles fought upon its surface.

As he took his place at the center of the deck, the students gathered around him, their faces alight with anticipation and reverence. Here was a man who had dedicated his life to the pursuit of mastery, whose every breath seemed to resonate with the ancient wisdom of the martial arts.

Jieun found herself drawn to Chozen not only for his skill in karate but also for his heritage. Being of Japanese descent, Chozen seemed to embody the essence of karate, connecting Jieun to its roots in a profound way.

She felt a deep sense of respect for the tradition and history behind the martial art. It was as if she was tapping into something ancient and sacred, learning not just the physical movements but also the cultural significance and philosophy embedded within karate.

His Japanese heritage lent an authenticity to his teachings that resonated with her. She found herself admiring not just his technical prowess but also his reverence for the art form. Each lesson felt like a journey into the heart of karate, guided by someone who understood its essence on a deeply personal level.

Through Chozen, Jieun gained not only martial skills but also a deeper appreciation for Japanese culture and its contributions to the world of martial arts. It was a unique and enriching experience, one that she cherished and carried with her long after her training sessions ended.

She watched with anticipation as he stood on the sparring deck, preparing to impart his knowledge to the students. The air crackled with excitement as she and her fellow classmates gathered around, eager to learn.

Sam, with a hint of concern in her voice, asked, "So where are my dad and Johnny?"

Chozen's response was unexpectedly harsh. "Not here," he stated bluntly, his tone leaving no room for further inquiry. "Today, you train with me," he continued, his voice firm and commanding. There was an intensity about him that made it clear he meant business.

Then, without warning, Chozen switched to Japanese, catching everyone off guard. Sam, Miguel, Robby, and the others exchanged puzzled glances, unable to comprehend what was being said. However, Jieun, though she had only taken a few Japanese lessons in the past, managed to catch a few words here and there.

Chozen noticed her slight recognition and repeated his command in English, ensuring that everyone understood. "Attention," he barked, his voice cutting through the air with authority.

As the tension hung thick in the air, Chozen's next command came in Japanese once more. Jieun's ears perked up, recognizing the word for 'bow' She glanced around to see if anyone else caught on, but their puzzled expressions told her otherwise.

Chozen's eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed Jieun's understanding. With a subtle nod of acknowledgment, he repeated the word "bow" in English, his voice unwavering.

Without hesitation, Jieun and the others followed his instruction, bowing respectfully. It was a small gesture, but one that carried significant meaning in the world of martial arts. It signified respect, humility, and a willingness to learn.

As they straightened up, Chozen's gaze lingered on Jieun for a moment longer before he resumed his instructions, his demeanor stern yet focused.

As Chozen watched the students, his gaze was intense, assessing each of them with a critical eye. His next words cut through the air like a blade. "Cobra Kai is gaining ground. We must prepare," he declared, his tone ominous, hinting at the gravity of the situation.

With a purposeful stride, Chozen made his way behind a table adorned with an array of karate weapons. Jieun noticed the anticipation building among the students, their excitement palpable.

A student whom Jieun didn't bother to know the name of leaned in to whisper to his friend, "This is gonna be badass. Check out that throwing knife."

But before they could indulge in their excitement, Chozen's sharp voice interrupted their whispers. "Now, we learn about Yanbaru Kuina," he announced, his words commanding their full attention.

Jieun's curiosity was piqued at the mention of Yanbaru Kuina, a term she had never heard before. She exchanged intrigued glances with her fellow students, eager to uncover the secrets that Chozen had in store for them. Today's training session was shaping up to be unlike any other, and Jieun couldn't wait to see what lay ahead.

The eager student's question hung in the air, echoing the curiosity that simmered among the group. "What is that? Some top-secret karate move?" he blurted out, his voice tinged with excitement.

His words sparked a ripple of hushed chatter among the students, each speculating what Yanbaru Kuina might be. But amidst the rising anticipation, Chozen remained impassive, his expression unreadable.

With a slight furrow of his brow, Chozen replied, his voice steady, "No. It is a bird."

The response caught the students off guard, their excitement deflating as confusion replaced anticipation. Jieun exchanged puzzled looks with her classmates, trying to make sense of Chozen's unexpected answer.

The student who had spoken up initially scratched his head, momentarily taken aback by Chozen's straightforward response. But Chozen's demeanor remained unchanged, his focus unwavering as he prepared to reveal the significance of Yanbaru Kuina to his eager students.

He continued, his voice steady as he imparted his knowledge. "In English, it's called the Okinawa rail. Endangered. Cannot fly." With a deliberate movement, he reached beneath the table, his hand emerging clutching a brown cloth. As he unveiled its contents, the students leaned in, their curiosity piqued.

Dozens of eggs were revealed, nestled carefully within the folds of the cloth. Miguel couldn't help but voice his thoughts. "So these are the real eggs?" he asked, his words drawing the attention of everyone present.

Chozen shook his head, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "No. Trader Joe's. $3.29," he replied, his deadpan delivery eliciting a ripple of laughter from the group.

Jieun couldn't help but giggle at his unexpected quip, her laughter ringing out amidst the otherwise serious atmosphere. The sound of her laughter caught Robby off guard, causing him to turn his gaze towards her for the first time since they started training together.

Her giggle was as beautiful as ever, and Robby couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy that Chozen's lighthearted remark had elicited such a genuine reaction from her. It was a fleeting moment of connection amidst the intensity of their training, one that Robby found himself unable to ignore.

After Jieun's giggle echoed through the training space, Miguel shot her a quick elbow, a playful yet firm reminder to be serious.

She straightened up, her laughter fading as she refocused her attention on Chozen and the lesson at hand.

As Chozen grew increasingly exasperated, he motioned emphatically with his hands. "Just take egg," he instructed, his voice clipped with frustration.

The students obeyed, each carefully selecting an egg from the collection before them. Jieun cradled hers gently in her hands, feeling the coolness of the egg against her warm palms.

Sam, ever the voice of curiosity, spoke up. "So what do we do with them?"

Chozen's expression softened slightly as he explained, "Yanbaru Kuina must protect egg. From Kume Shima habu. Poison snake." Jieun furrowed her brows, absorbing the gravity of his words. "You must do the same," he added, his tone serious.

Just as the tension threatened to settle over them, Chozen abruptly grabbed an hourglass from the table, turning it over with a swift motion. Jieun watched, mesmerized, as the sand began its slow descent to the bottom, each grain marking the passage of time.

"Begin your preparation," he growled, his command snapping the students back to attention.

Robby, clutching his egg tightly, raised a question that hung in the air, breaking the silence. "What are we protecting them from?" he inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Chozen's lips curled into a menacing smirk as he met Robby's gaze. "From me," he replied, his tone dripping with ominous foreboding.

With a swift and fluid motion, Chozen reached for two chrome SAI, a traditional Okinawan weapon used in martial arts. The SAI were slender, metal weapons with a pointed tip and two curved prongs protruding from the handle. The chrome gleamed under the light, reflecting the intensity of Chozen's focus as he wielded them with the utmost precision.

With a flick of his wrist, he began to swing the SAI around him, the blades slicing through the air with deadly grace. Each movement was executed flawlessly, a testament to his mastery of the martial arts.

Then, with a commanding shout in Japanese, he signaled the beginning of the exercise. The students, still unaware of the meaning behind his words, hesitated for a moment before Chozen repeated his command in English, his voice booming with authority.

"Go! Go!" he bellowed, the urgency in his voice pushing the students into action. With determination fueling their movements, they sprang into action.

With the egg cradled gently in her pocket, she quietly slipped away, her footsteps light against the wooden floors of the patio.

The exterior of the house was adorned with wooden beams, meticulously crafted and polished to a rich, warm hue. The sloping roofs, covered in dark tiles, curved gracefully over the structure, creating gentle slopes that seemed to embrace the sky.

Sliding paper doors, known as shoji, adorned the perimeter of the house, allowing soft rays of sunlight to filter through and illuminate the interior. Each door was adorned with delicate latticework, adding a touch of intricate detail to the simple design.

Around the perimeter of the house, a small garden bloomed with vibrant colors, carefully tended to with meticulous precision. Stone lanterns dotted the pathways, casting a soft glow in the evening hours and adding to the tranquil ambiance of the surroundings.

With determination driving her, Jieun decided to seek refuge on the roof of the house. She knew that Chozen's watchful eye would be scanning the area for any sign of weakness, and she was determined to outsmart him.

Carefully, she began to climb the side of the house, her movements swift and silent. A few curious onlookers watched her ascent, but none dared to follow as she reached the rooftop.

Perched atop the house, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. From her vantage point, she could survey the area below without fear of detection. She held the egg gently in her pocket, its fragile shell a constant reminder of the task at hand.

Below, the other students scattered, searching for hiding spots to protect their eggs from Chozen's wrath. But for now, Jieun had claimed the high ground, forcing her classmates to seek shelter elsewhere to avoid the watchful gaze of their formidable instructor.

As she settled onto the roof, she couldn't help but notice the distinct tiling beneath her. Each tile was meticulously laid out, forming a pattern that seemed to echo the rhythm of the surrounding landscape. Though it was uncomfortable for her back to lay on, she gritted her teeth and endured, knowing the importance of remaining hidden from Chozen's watchful gaze.

The air was crisp and fresh, carrying with it the subtle scent of blooming flowers from the garden below. Above, the sky stretched out endlessly, a canvas of soft blue punctuated by fluffy white clouds. Despite the sun beaming down, its intensity was tempered by the veil of clouds, casting a gentle, diffused light over the landscape below.

The clouds drifted lazily across the sky, their shapes shifting and morphing with each passing moment. Some resembled cotton candy, fluffy and light, while others took on more dramatic forms, casting shadows that danced across the rooftops below.

Despite the warmth of the sun, there was a gentle breeze that stirred the air, causing the leaves of nearby trees to rustle softly. It was a soothing sensation, a reminder of the natural rhythm of the world around her.

As Jieun lay on the roof, hidden from view, she allowed herself to relax into the tranquility of her surroundings. The soft breeze, the gentle warmth of the sun, and the serene beauty of the sky above provided a welcome respite from the intensity of the training session below.

From her vantage point on the roof, she listened intently as the other students scurried about, searching for new hiding spots to protect their precious eggs. She heard the rustle of leaves, the muffled footsteps, and the occasional stifled gasp as Chozen uncovered their hiding spots and cracked their eggs with swift precision.

As the game of cat and mouse continued below, Jieun couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at the students' attempts to outwit their formidable instructor. Some hid behind bushes, while others squeezed themselves into tight corners, hoping to evade Chozen's sharp gaze.

But amidst the chaos, Jieun's attention was drawn to a familiar figure. Leaning over the edge of the roof, she spotted Robby, carefully burying his egg under a mound of dirt. She couldn't help but shake her head at the sight.

Suppressing a smirk, she called down to him, her tone laced with sarcasm, "Really, Robby? Burying it under dirt? Is that the best you could come up with?" She called down to him, her voice carried on the breeze, reaching him below.

Robby froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard by her snarky remark. He glanced up, meeting her gaze with a hint of surprise and maybe even a touch of annoyance. "Well, it's better than leaving it out in the open," he shot back, his tone defensive.

She shrugged nonchalantly, feigning indifference. "Suit yourself," she replied, leaning back on the roof and watching the scene unfold below. Despite their strained relationship, she couldn't resist the urge to poke fun at his less-than-stealthy tactics. After all, old habits die hard.

The silence hung heavy between them, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the training session below. Robby couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment as he looked up at her, expecting more of her trademark snarky comments, but nothing came.

He missed it, he realized. He missed her quick wit, and her playful banter, even if they were no longer on good terms. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the easy connection they once shared.

But their strained relationship loomed over them like a shadow, casting a palpable tension in the air. Her silence spoke volumes, a reminder of the distance that had grown between them.

He sighed inwardly, feeling a sense of frustration and regret wash over him. If only things were different if only they could set aside their differences and return to the way things used to be. But for now, all he could do was bury himself in the task at hand and push aside the lingering ache in his heart.

Feeling a twinge of sympathy for Robby, Jieun softened her demeanor. With a subtle movement, she extended her hand towards him, the only gesture he'd see from his vantage point. It was a silent invitation, a wordless plea for him to join her on the roof.

He caught her gesture out of the corner of his eye, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected invitation. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though he hesitated at first, unsure of what to expect.

Despite the lingering tension between them, a surge of excitement coursed through him at the prospect of their first conversation since their breakup. It was a mix of nervousness and anticipation, his emotions swirling in a tumultuous whirlwind.

With a deep breath, Robby mustered up the courage to accept her invitation. Climbing up to the roof, he settled beside her, their proximity creating an electric tension that crackled in the air.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between them. But as they watched the events below, he felt a glimmer of hope stirring within him.

As they sat side by side, the silence between them lingered, thick with unspoken tension. Jieun watched him closely, noting the nervous energy that seemed to radiate from him. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy, knowing that this conversation held the weight of their past and the uncertainty of their future.

Out of nowhere, Jieun broke the silence with a sudden gesture, pointing up to the sky. "Look," she exclaimed softly, a hint of excitement in her voice. "That cloud looks like a fish, doesn't it? A koi fish, just like the ones in the pond."

Robby followed her gaze, his lips curling into a small smile at the sight of the cloud. "Yeah, it does," he agreed, his tone lightening with each passing moment.

As she scanned the sky for more cloud shapes, her eyes lit up with excitement as she pointed to another formation. "That one looks like a bunny," she exclaimed, her voice filled with childlike wonder.

Robby chuckled, his gaze following her outstretched finger. "I see it," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "But I think it's more like a bunny chasing after a carrot-shaped cloud."

She giggled, her laughter infectious as they continued to find whimsical shapes in the sky. "You might be onto something there," she conceded, nudging him playfully. "Maybe we should start a cloud interpretation business."

He smiled lightly, the tension between them slowly dissipating as they continued to search the sky for more cloud shapes. For a brief moment, they were just two people enjoying each other's company, lost in the simple pleasure of finding beauty in the world around them. And for that moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the promise of what could be.

"I think we'd make a great team," he remarked, his tone light.

For a moment, they were just two friends, enjoying each other's company and finding solace in the simple pleasure of cloud-watching. And as they laughed and joked together, the weight of their past seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the promise of a brighter future.

Jieun's laughter bubbled up uncontrollably at one of his jokes, a joyful sound that filled the air around them. But her laughter turned into a surprised gasp as Robby's hand gently covered her mouth, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her.

Their eyes locked in an intimate gaze, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. Her heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickening at the unexpected closeness between them. She could feel the warmth of his hand against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Robby's heart raced in his chest, his hand lingering on Jieun's mouth longer than necessary. The touch of her lips against his palm sent a rush of heat through him, igniting a fire in his veins that he hadn't felt in ages.

For a heartbeat, they simply stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken longing and desire. But as reality crashed back in around them, Robby awkwardly coughed and removed his hand from her mouth, breaking the spell between them.

Their eyes met once more, and they shared a fleeting smile, the electricity of their brief touch still lingering in the air.

Feeling the weight of the moment, they awkwardly separated, a palpable tension lingering between them. Their gazes briefly flickered away from each other, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

Clearing his throat, Robby shifted uncomfortably, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. She glanced down at her feet, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she struggled to find the right words to break the silence.

Jieun coughed, her heart still racing she felt a surge of courage washed over her, prompting her to speak up. "Robby, I... I need to apologize," she began, her voice tinged with sincerity. "I'm sorry for how everything ended between us. I should've handled things differently, and I regret not being more honest with you."

His expression softened as he listened to her words, a mixture of surprise and gratitude flickering in his eyes. Before he could respond, she continued, her voice growing stronger with each word. "I want you to know that I'm ready to tell you absolutely everything. You deserve to know the truth, and I owe it to you to be completely honest."

But before she could say anything more, he gently shushed her, his eyes widening in alarm as he heard footsteps approaching from below. "Shh," he whispered urgently, his hand reaching out to silence her. "I think Chozen's coming. We should go."

Her heart sank at the interruption, but she nodded in understanding, her resolve still burning within her.

Robby couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him for shushing Jieun. He wanted so badly to have this conversation with her, to hear her out and finally lay bare all the unresolved emotions that had lingered between them.

Deep down, he yearned for the warmth of her touch, the familiarity of her presence that he had sorely missed. He couldn't deny the longing that stirred within him, a longing to bridge the gap that had formed between them and find their way back to each other.

Reflecting on his own morals and the advice Tory had given him, Robby knew that he needed to do the right thing. He needed to sit and listen to Jieun, to hear her reasons and understand the truth behind their breakup.

Robby couldn't help but steal a glance at her. Bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun, she looked radiant, her features illuminated with a gentle warmth that seemed to emanate from within.

Her hair, tousled by the breeze, framed her face in a halo of golden light, accentuating the delicate curve of her jawline and the graceful arch of her neck. Her eyes, pools of liquid amber, held a depth of emotion that stirred something deep within him, a longing that he couldn't quite name.

He drank in the sight of her, every inch of her beauty etching itself into his memory. From the soft curve of her lips to the apple of her cheeks that appeared when she smiled, he found himself mesmerized by her presence.

He yearned for her in a way that consumed him, a longing so intense that it bordered on obsession. He wanted to reach out and touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own, to lose himself in the depths of her gaze.

But he held himself back, knowing that now wasn't the time. They had a conversation to have, truths to uncover, and feelings to confront. And as he looked at Jieun, he knew that no matter what happened next, he would always carry her beauty with him, a constant reminder of the love that once burned between them.

The moment of tranquility shattered with Chozen's arrival on the roof. His presence loomed over them, casting a shadow of intimidation that made the air feel heavy with tension.

Chozen grumbled under his breath, his frustration palpable as he surveyed the precarious position they found themselves in. "I would fight you," he muttered darkly, "but too dangerous. A fall from here, bad."

Instead, Chozen extended his hand, a silent demand for them to surrender their eggs. They exchanged a resigned sigh, their shoulders slumping in defeat as they reached into their pockets and handed over their precious cargo.

As Chozen cracked the eggs with a swift motion, the sound of the shells breaking echoed in their ears, each crack a painful reminder of their failure. Disappointment washed over them like a wave, enveloping them in a sense of defeat that was almost suffocating.

As Chozen departed, leaving behind the shattered remnants of their eggs, a heavy silence enveloped the rooftop.

But before Jieun could find herself descending from the rooftop, Robby's hand gently reached out to grasp hers. His touch was tentative, a silent apology for his earlier actions.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice laced with sincerity. "I should've let you tell me the truth on your own terms. And if it means anything to you, I forgive you. I hope you can forgive me too." he began, his voice quiet but earnest. "I want to hear what you have to say. I want to listen and understand, because... because I miss you, and I want to make things right."

As his hand gently enveloped hers, a wave of warmth washed over her, sending a shiver down her spine. It had been so long since they had touched like this, and the sensation was electrifying, igniting a spark of longing deep within her.

Their fingers intertwined, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, and Jieun felt her heart skip a beat at the familiar sensation. It was as if a missing piece of her had been found, a connection rekindled after so long apart.

Her pulse quickened at the touch, the rhythmic thud of her heartbeat echoing in her ears. It was a symphony of emotions, a crescendo of longing and desire that pulsed through her veins with each beat of her heart.

As their hands lingered together, a sense of warmth and comfort enveloped them, cocooning them in a bubble of intimacy. It was a moment frozen in time, a glimpse of the love that once bound them together, and Jieun couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for the boy standing beside her.

Feeling a rush of emotions at the touch of his hand, Jieun gave him a tender nod, a silent acknowledgment of the connection between them. She couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her at his touch, but she also couldn't ignore the precariousness of their current situation.

With a playful twinkle in her eye, Jieun gently teased, "As much as I love rooftop rendezvous, maybe we have this conversation on solid ground, don't y'think?"

He chuckled, the tension between them easing as he squeezed her hand gently. "You're probably right," he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice.

As time passed, Chozen's relentless pursuit of finding the one who could care for their egg the best came to a chaotic end. With a heavy heart and a firm hand, he crushed each egg underfoot, leaving a trail of broken shells in his wake.

As the group gathered in the aftermath of Chozen's departure, a sense of confusion permeated the air. Some exchanged bewildered glances, while others whispered in hushed tones, their expressions a mixture of disappointment and frustration.

Back on the sparring deck, Chozen stood with an electric pan in hand, frying an egg with a sense of resignation. The students watched in silence, their defeat still fresh in their minds as they awaited his next move.

With a heavy sigh, Chozen muttered to himself, "You are not good Yanbaru Kuina." The disappointment in his voice was palpable, a reflection of the students' collective failure to meet his expectations.

Among the defeated students, Robby and Jieun stood apart, their silent agreement to keep their forgiveness for each other private. Instead, she found herself standing next to Demetri, who grumbled under his breath about his failed plan.

"I don't know why my plan didn't work," He muttered, his frustration evident in his tone. "I was the first one eliminated." Jieun offered him a sympathetic pat on the back.

Chozen's words echoed across the sparring deck, each syllable laden with gravity as he pointed at each student in turn. "Snakes will take you down one by one," he intoned, his voice a warning of the dangers that lurked ahead.

As the tension in the air thickened, he continued, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "I have tried to tell you what you must do," he declared. "But you do not listen. You must learn to adapt. Or soon, you will be extinct."

Chozen's voice cut through the tension like a knife as he pointed to a fresh carton of eggs. "Take new eggs," he commanded, his tone firm. "Try again."

Without hesitation, Sam stepped forward, her determination evident as she reached for the carton. The other students crowded around her, eager to claim their egg and redeem themselves after their previous failure.

Among the throng of students, Jieun caught Sam's eye, her expression apologetic as she silently conveyed her regret for their earlier exchange. But instead of receiving a forgiving glance in return, Sam's eyes narrowed into a glare, her disappointment and frustration palpable.

She felt a pang of guilt at the sight, knowing that her actions had caused harm to their friendship. She wanted nothing more than to make things right, to bridge the gap that had formed between them. But as Sam turned away, her focus solely on the task at hand, she couldn't help but feel a sense of regret weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Demetri's brow furrowed even deeper. "Sensei Toguchi's real cryptic, like Mr. LaRusso, but aggressive like Sensei Lawrence," he mused aloud, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

A murmur of agreement rippled through the group as another student chimed in, echoing Demetri's sentiment. "Yeah, it's like the hardest part of both styles rolled into one," they added.

Anthony's hesitant voice cut through the dispersing group, his sudden interruption drawing their attention. "Guys, uh, wait," he stammered, his words tentative yet filled with newfound determination.

Curiosity piqued, the others turned to listen, their interest piqued by Anthony's sudden revelation.

"He said that the snakes will take us down one by one. Right?" Anthony continued, his voice gaining confidence with each word. "Just like he took us down one by one, but... but what if we weren't a bunch of ones? Like, what if we were..."

Sam's eyes widened with realization as she finished Anthony's sentence. "Together," she exclaimed, a smile spreading across her face.

Anthony's face lit up with excitement as Sam understood his train of thought. "Yeah, exactly," he exclaimed eagerly. "Like, um, a raiding party in Dungeon Lords!"

The group exchanged looks of understanding and agreement, the pieces of the puzzle finally falling into place. In that moment, they realized that their strength lay not in their individual abilities, but in their unity as a team. And with newfound determination, they set off together, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in their resolve to emerge victorious.

Demetri's eyes sparkled with newfound excitement as he joined in the chorus of agreement. "Yeah yeah yeah," he exclaimed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Even if you're level 85, you can't mount an attack on the grand realm alone."

Eli nodded fervently, his excitement mirroring Demetri's. "Exactly," he chimed in. "You need a team. Everybody has a special role."

Anthony's gaze swept over his friends, his expression one of determination. "The only way we win is if we work together," he declared, his voice ringing with conviction. "As one."

As their voices melded into a chorus of unity, the group felt a sense of solidarity wash over them. Armed with their newfound realization and a shared determination to stand together, they set off into the unknown, ready to face whatever trials lay ahead as a united front.

As the group circled around the basket of eggs, their minds buzzing with newfound determination, a sudden piercing whistle shattered the tranquility of the moment. Instinctively, they turned towards the source of the sound, only to find Chozen emerging from the shadows, his presence looming over them like a specter.

Chozen had hidden himself well, biding his time until the perfect moment to strike. Now, as he stepped forward with a predatory gleam in his eyes, the air seemed to crackle with tension.

A wave of fear washed over the other students, their hearts racing as they realized the gravity of the situation. But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Jieun remained steadfast, her resolve unshaken.

With a sense of calm determination, she assumed her fighting stance, her muscles coiled like a spring ready to unleash its pent-up energy. The aroma of fear hung heavy in the air, but Jieun stood tall, her gaze locked on Chozen with unwavering intensity.

As Chozen hurled towards them with a bō in hand, the boys of the group leaped into action, meeting his attack with a flurry of strikes and blocks. Their muscles strained with effort as they fought him off with all their might, their shouts and grunts filling the air with a cacophony of sound.

Meanwhile, Sam and Jieun stood their ground, the only girls in the dojo and also the only ones tasked with guarding the precious egg. With unwavering determination, they formed a united front, their eyes fixed on Chozen as he bore down upon them with relentless force.

Chozen's focus shifted between the two, his eyes narrowing as he targeted Sam first. With lightning speed, he launched a barrage of strikes, aiming to overwhelm her defenses. But Sam, her movements fluid and precise, countered each attack with skillful grace, her determination unwavering despite the mounting pressure.

However, when Sam stumbled under the relentless assault, Chozen wasted no time in redirecting his aggression towards Jieun. With a fierce battle cry, he closed in on her, his bō whistling through the air with deadly intent.

But Jieun was ready. With a swift block and a lightning-fast counterstrike, she met Chozen's onslaught head-on, her movements a symphony of precision and power. With each strike, she infused her blows with all the strength and determination she possessed, her spirit unyielding in the face of adversity.

Chozen found himself taken aback by Jieun's skill and ferocity, his own astonishment evident in his eyes. Never before had he encountered someone who wielded such raw power and determination, someone who matched his own strength blow for blow.

In that moment, as they clashed in a flurry of strikes and counterattacks, Chozen couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for Jieun. Despite all his years of training and experience, he had never encountered a fighter quite like her. And as they continued to battle, he knew that he was facing an opponent worthy of his respect, an opponent who refused to back down in the face of adversity.

As Jieun and Chozen engaged in a fierce exchange of blows. Their movements were fluid yet forceful, each strike executed with precision and intent.

As they locked eyes, their determination mirrored in each other's gaze, Jieun seized the opportunity to unleash a strike that caught Chozen off guard. With a swift twist of her body, she delivered a devastating blow, a technique he had never seen before. The impact was staggering, masking a whole lot of hidden strength behind its seemingly innocuous facade.

Chozen staggered back, momentarily stunned by the force of the blow. It was a testament to Jieun's skill and determination, her fighting prowess surpassing even his own expectations.

Before he could recover, the other boys of the group leaped into action, joining the fray with renewed vigor. Together, they fought as a unified force, their movements synchronized in perfect harmony as they pressed their advantage against Chozen.

With each strike and counterstrike, they wore him down, their determination unwavering despite the mounting fatigue. And as they pushed forward, their efforts finally paid off, as Chozen found himself overwhelmed by their combined strength and determination.

With a nod of admiration to his students, Chozen conceded defeat, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he bowed in acknowledgment of their victory. "Snake concede," he muttered, his voice strained yet filled with respect for the formidable opponents before him.

As the tension of the battle dissipated, a sense of harmony filled the air, uniting them in their shared triumph. For in that moment, they had proven that together, they were capable of overcoming even the most formidable challenges, emerging stronger and more united than ever before.

A wave of relief washed over the students, their collective cheers filling the air with a sense of triumph and camaraderie. They exchanged high-fives and congratulatory pats on the back, basking in the glow of their hard-earned victory.

In the midst of the jubilation, Jieun found herself swept up in the moment, her heart soaring with exhilaration. Without a second thought, she reached out to hug whoever was closest to her, her arms wrapping around them in a spontaneous gesture of celebration.

To her surprise, it was Robby who stood before her, his arms instinctively encircling her in return. For a fleeting moment, they were locked in an embrace, their bodies pressed close together as they shared in the euphoria of their shared triumph.

As they pulled back, their eyes met once more, a myriad of emotions swirling in the depths of their gaze. In that brief yet profound moment, time seemed to stand still, as they found themselves lost in each other's eyes, their connection stronger than ever before.

There was a softness in Robby's gaze, a vulnerability that mirrored her own, as they stood on the precipice of something new and uncertain.

As the cheers of victory began to subside, Chozen's smile widened, his eyes shining with pride as he addressed the group. "This is what we have that Cobra Kai does not," he proclaimed, his voice ringing with conviction. "Their movement may be wide, but only inch deep."

With a sweeping gesture of his hands, he illustrated his point, his gaze sweeping over the assembled students. "But our movement," he continued, his voice gaining strength with each word, "is inch wide, but mile deep."

A ripple of understanding passed through the group as they absorbed his words, a sense of unity and purpose filling the air. They had proven themselves capable of working together, of standing as a unified force against adversity. And now, with Chozen's guidance, they were ready to take their skills to the next level.

"Now that you have learned to work together," Chozen declared, his smile widening even further, "I will teach you how to master your defense."

With a sense of determination burning bright in their hearts, the students bowed respectfully to their sensei, their commitment to their training unwavering.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

this was over 9000 words oh my god im so sorrrryyyyy

i forgot how much fun it is to actually write my oc into episodes LOL

i never recognized jieun to have a massive character arc, i know so many of u pointed it out and how much u love it but it literally wasn't until the moment she locked eyes with sam and gave her a smile when i really realized, wow. this girl really is changing for the better and im her biggest supporter.

too bad sam is stubborn as fuck SMH

would love some suggestions on how i can get them alone and forced to make amends, or how they can just communicate in general. im stumped.

also literally forgot to add yujin in this but he just took a day off i guess im too lazy to rewrite this just for him but maybe in the next ch !!

do we like these jiji and robby scenes ??? since the beginning i wanted them to be on the roof for this scene but ofc i didnt know if they were on good terms or not, i really liked writing it though !!!

boys who yearn >>>>>>>>>>

robby and jiji are so laufey coded

much love,