Lucas was flunking in Hangul which was no surprise since he was a Chinese 17 year old who was forced to move to South Korea after his parents' new business venture in Seoul. He loathed the language lessons his parents were making him take during his vacations before the start of his senior year in a Korean high school. He didn't pass a single test out of the three he took, one every weekend, since he joined the classes. This was his last week with the Basic Course after which he'd have to take the main certification test that would qualify him for the high schools his parents applied him to. If he failed that, he would have to sit the year out. Which would also mean that he'd be a junior to his friends when he applied for Universities in China after graduation and he couldn't imagine living through such humiliation. But while that was motivating, it wasn't motivating enough to make him work harder at learning the new language.

As fate had it, he did find his motivation eventually.

It was in the form of a Korean boy who, for some strange reason, reminded him of kittens and daisies as he struggled to explain the route to the nearest convenience store to him in broken Cantonese and fluent Korean, sighing when he couldn't get through to him, then proceeding to personally lead him to the store, buying and preparing a hot cup of instant rameyeon for him and finding him a Chinese employee at the store to help him in case he would need it later, before curtly excusing himself, scuttling out of the store into the heavy downpour and completely disappearing from sight.