AN. Continuing the Pho Saga


It took him a week.

Within a week, Han Jumin had hired several taekwondo instructors, learned the basics, and had even sparred with Trang as practice.

However, as a beginner, Jumin could either catch him by surprise or impress him with his quick progress.

Ran's father's back never even grazed the mat.

The older man had laughed at him and called him a stubborn brat before he had proceeded to show Jumin how to make the noodle soup.

"I haven't bested you."

A scoff. "Yet. You may be a soft and stubborn rich brat, but you're a hard working soft and stubborn rich brat."

Jumin felt conflicted.

He was glad to gain Ran's father's approval, however, he could not help but feel cheated. It was strange to feel this way, because he successfully achieved his goal; albeit not in the way he desired.

What matters are results.

And yet...

As if sensing Jumin's internal turmoil, the older man laughed as he slapped his hand against Jumin's back, "Haha. Did I forget to mention noble, too? Let me tell you what. The day you are truly ready, you will have to beat me before you can even think of marrying my oldest girl."

There was a small tilt in Jumin's lips at that.

How typical.

The Hoang daughters and father were definitely tsunderes.