You cautiously open the door and poke your head into the student lounge. The familiar and extremely unpleasant smell of presumably hairy armpits wafts into your poor innocent nostrils, retracting them. You personally found hairy armpits an extreme turn-off, which is the main reason why you waited till all the  guys left the gym to use the student lounge, because you knew very well it was a complete and utter waste of time craning your neck to look at the guys in the gym. Why bother when you can just google "(desired idol's name)[space](chocolate abs)".

Armed with a box of chocolate Pepero and banana milk, you plop noisily onto the nearest chair and was about to make yourself unattractively comfortable, only to realize that you were sitting on the university's famous sofa that guys take turn to expel loud, foul farts in. You squeeze your eyes shut and swear violently in your head. These were freshly washed shorts.

You shudder and shift to a normal sofa, while grabbing the TV remote control, turning on the TV and changing the channel to Cartoon Network, just in time to tune into your favourite cartoon of all time, Adventure Time with Finn and Jake. You bite into a Pepero stick and gaze squintily at the big windows separating the student lounge from the outside world. You fought the urge to stick your tongue out at anyone passing by who was going to judge a physically mature young adult female watching cartoons. K-pop idols act like immature pabos too but they're still flawless. You huff and take a large unflattering slurp from your banana milk. 

Engrossed at how hilariously random and extremely graphic the cartoon was, and preoccupied also by pondering how this cartoon managed to be approved for for viewing, you thoroughly enjoyed yourself, nibbling on Pepero but soon enough, becoming disappointed at how the human race has yet to invent self-generating Pepero. They always seem to finish so fast. The episode of Adventure Time that you were watching had an appearance by Lady Rainicorn, a long unicorn/nyan-cat colored like creature which spoke only Korean. As a K-pop fangirl you have listened to enough songs and watched enough subbed music videos and also memorized the korean alphabet well so you could write your bias's name correctly, in case well, you could be writing it on a marriage certificate. You never know right? You edge closer to the TV trying to catch the Korean phrases and identify the Korean sentence structures, translating what you could into English aloud.

"You're quite good." A boy's low voice, speaking in fluent Korean sounded in the room.

OhdearlordJesusit'safire.