Sitting in a coffee shop knitting and attempting to control my face. Busan’s meant to be studying but instead is waffling on about how he could have been a tae kwon do champion if only his mother hadn’t pushed him to study. No idea. I’ve never heard him mention martial arts before, ever. But apparently he has over ten medals in his bedroom at home and also he has power and skill, which I can’t predict. I just keep nodding and knitting. Ridiculous.
