Tristan's POV

I had always walked home, the same way to get to my house for the past 3 years that I'd lived in South Korea. I usually didn't encounter any problems except for the usual racism, that I always handled well. I was quiet, reserved, and an outcast. That's how I behaved to keep from drawing attention to myself...in class, at the mall, in the library, at restraunts. Wherever. But today...I had walked into a new life. 

"Annyeonghaseyo" 

I said walking past the elderly Kimchi shop owner.

He smiled, like always and waved to me.

I kept walking, looking down at the ground, counting each step in English.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10-" 

"AHH"

I bumped into a tall man in a business suit, cursing myself.

"I'm so sorry!'

He stared down at me with a confused look. Realizing I had spoken in English, I hit myself in the head.

"Mianhae! Mianhae!"

He rolled his eyes, then glared at me..kinda fearing for my life, I backed away and turned around. 

I only walked a few feet before he ran after me and grabbed my shoulder.

"Aish..." He said.

"I'm going to get in a lot of trouble for this...but come with me."

And with that....he threw me in his car.

Okay! Hi guys...I keep making more fanfics without finishing others...but what can I say. I LOVE WRITING. So anyways.. I hope you like this story so far..I think I'm gonna have fun with this one.