Under no circumstances would she ever be a cheerleader.
Well, that's what Amanda told herself in middle school. The skirts- or skorts, they made no difference to her- the cheering, and the uniforms, which ties into the skirts. It was a double hit, in her opinion. But now she was in college, only a few more months before she graduated, and she was on the professional cheerleading/cheerleader squad. There was only one reason Amanda would put herself through this, and that reason was all yo herself. She would have to endure it for the next few weeks. Having progressed so far into the year, her squad had finally made it to the international competition. From New York, all the way to Manchester in the UK. And now, she found herself inside a Krispy Kreme, the rest of the girls on her squad all squealing and laughing in front of her as she tapped her foot impatiently.

"I'm just here for free donuts, why can't they just-"

In strutted a Korean man- just around Amanda's age, perhaps a little older, to find himself in absolute heaven.
Not the girls, no. The donuts.
Getting in line, he stared at them in thought. 'We will meet soon, my love'. Yeah, this guy was for real.

Amanda tapped her foot a little faster, grimacing. Finally, the girls grabbed the donuts and crowded to another table, leaving Amanda stuck in the dust. Guess who's stuck paying.
"Are you kidding me? Do I look like an ATM machine-" She growled, aggressively fishing through her purse.

Meanwhile, the man continuously checked his watch, slowly crying inside. "Does it really take that long-? Ugh." s the girls left for the table, instantly cutting in front of the lone cheerleader. "Can I get the usual, please?" He pulled out his wallet like a grumpy butt, paying for two boxes. 'I told you I would get to you, darling'.

Amanda scoffed. "Excuse you, dickhead!" She stared intensely. "So this is what England is like." She mumbled, shoving him to the side and slamming money on the table. "I'm so done here." The Korean simply shrugged and waddled away. Meanwhile, the girls waved over to Amanda, making her mouth quiver. "No please-"
The cashier stared as if to say; 'Well, fuck'.

The man, whose name has yet to be revealed, simply went to go sit at a table. He had some time before he had to go off to some cheerleading tournament he had to manage. 'God dammit'. He rolled his every. "Why can't they send somebody else..." He murmured.

The girls had managed to pull Amanda over. "Help I'm bEING TOUCHED-" She yelled, to absolutely no one in particular. One of the girl's squealed;
"Let's have a girl's night afterwards!" Meaning the tournament.
"Let's not-" Amanda said, rushing into the restroom to get away.

The man froze, scanning the room with his nonexistent spy eyes. He held the boxes with one hand, the other on his phone. Suddenly, he got a phonecall.
'Cause I'm on fire, yeah, but you keep standing still- I'm burni-' What a wonderful ringtone. He quickly answered. "Yeboseyo?" Screaming was heard over the phone, and he instantly pulled away. 'Oh my god-'. "Ne-! I'm going right now! Ne, the tournament hasn't started yet!" There was a pause, and he sighed. "Aniyo, I'm not going to send you pictures of the cheerleaders. I'm not perverted like you." He said, hanging up.

At this time, Amanda figured that it was safe enough to come out of the bathroom. But by the time she got out, the girls had gone. Left without her.
"... Are you kidding me-" She twitched, hearing the man say something about pictures of cheerleaders. She scooted to stand a table away- gotta keep distance. 'Stranger danger my ass- Look at this guy!' She cleared her throat. "Excuse me, asshole who cut in front of me-" She rolled her eyes. "Did you say something about /cheerleaders/ and a /tournament/?"

He sighed, before being interrupted, turning to see the girl he had in fact cut in front of. "I'm sorry, I don't speak English." He stood up from his table and threw out one of the empty boxes.
Amanda glared. "Do I look stupid. You just spoke English. You live in England."
He turned around. 'Oh my god I'm going to be late-', busily texting on his phone. "Fine. I said cheerleaders and tournament. So what?"
She rolled her eyes. "You're bringing me with you. Don't question it. I don't know where th'fuck I'm going."

"Mhm, yeah. My car's outside." He strutted back outside. 'Ha, I'm taking some random chick with me.'
Amanda raised an eyebrow. Well that was easy. He's acceptable. An ass, but acceptable. She shrugged, strutting behind him because that's all she knows. Quite literally, Amanda was the personification of 'attitude'. She wasn't stuck up or snoody, but she had a confident enough stride. Hell, she could be kidnapped by this guy. She could only hope, because- well, cheerleading.

The man, of whom she still did not know the name of, pulled out his car keys out, his car beeping. The brand didn't matter, not the model, all Amanda could think was; 'That's a fancy ass car-'. He held open the passenger door, still texting. 'Weirdo'. She rolled her eyes and slid herself inside, folding her arms.

He closed the door and went to get in on the other side, starting the car. Amanda was greeted with the blasting of K-Pop. '/What the hell am I listening to?!/. The man opened his glove compartment and put on a pair of sunglasses, then driving away.
Amanda leaned her elbow on the side of the door. "At least you aren't texting while driving." 'Why am I talking-' She rolled her eyes at him.

The man grinned and rolled his eyes, taking out his phone, and texting while driving. /Hah/.
Amanda stared at him, blankly, almost burning holes. "You. Little. Shit."
"Bwoh? Are you scared that I might swerve?" He put his phone back down, eyes on the road.
"DO IT, AND I WILL BE-HAND YOU THE MOMENT WE STEP OUT OF THIS CAR!"
"Don't worry, yeobo~" He turned his and winked at her. "I'm a professional." Still paying attention to the road.
Amanda's eye twitched at the wink. "There's something in your eye, perhaps you shouldn't be driving." She said smoothly, turning her head away. "What language are you even /speaking/."
He simply ignored her, laughing inside. Mr. Simple by Super Junior began playing. The man grinned, turning it up louder and singing along.
Amanda groaned loudly, slumping in her seat. "Somebody kill me before he does."
Once again, the man's phone rang. He turned off the radio and answered, silent a moment, nodding a little. He grinned. "Ne." Then hung up, blasting Hip Hop music. "Work hard, play hard-"
Amanda huffed. "Oh this is just great. Why are you headed to the tournament anyway? AndWhyAmITalkingToYou."
'Oh, she's talking-'. "Normally, one would think for the women. But, I'm headed there because the tournament is held by my father's company." He said, turning around a corner, swerving /just/ a little to toy with her.
She immediately held the support handle, which was somewhat ridiculous because you could barely feel it. "Yeah, a lot of people-" And then the realization set in. "Wait. Your /father/."
He nodded. "Ne. I have to go to represent, since I'm next in line for the throne. And by 'throne', I mean comfortable desk chairs."

"Okay, screw that. /You're the spawn of what did this to me/." Amanda rolled her eyes, huffing.
"So, I'm an egg from an aquatic sea animal." He drove into the parking lot- more specifically, the VIP section. "... Sweet." He parked, shutting off the car and stepping out. He roamed around, searching for a nice spot.
"Hmph. You might as well be." She followed behind him, as not to get lost in the crowd. Her squad wasn't up until later, the living barbie dolls could wait.
"Can I be a platypus? Dolphin? Turtle? Whale? Sea lion? Seal? Shark? Octopus?" Raising an eyebrow to himself, wondering why she was still following him.
"You can be the rare and nearly extinct species of Aquatic Underwater Ass." It's not like she /knew/ anyone else, and she was not going back to the girls.
"Asses are great, if I do say so myself."
Amanda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and you have a great ass." She said, her voice heavy with sarcasm.
"Thank you, Yeobo~. I now know I have a great ass." He aimed double pistols at her and a wink. Little did she realize he had hit 'record' on his phone ever since she called him a 'spawn'.
"I- /What/- Are you /serious/?!" If she stared any harder, the whole arena could've heard it.
"Of course." He said, staring seriously back. "Can't take it back now."
"You don't know if I even /looked/. Why would I /what/ I don't even know your name." The words slipped out of her mouth as they first came to mind; jumbled.
"My name? You can just call me Oppa. Ne, that will work."
"What. What kind of name is that. /What/ does that even mean." Her arms had still been folded up until this point, where they now dropped to being firmly placed on her hips.
"Geez, can't blame me for having a strange name."
"I am /not/ calling you that. It's an awful name, you should change it. It makes you sound like you have a 'Big Daddy' complex." She said loosely, not a drop of shame in her.
He burst out laughing. Loudly, at that. That was just too good. "Fine, call me by my actual name, then. I'm Jung, and you are-?" He continued laughing, because that was literally the best thing he had ever heard.
"You're such a horrible liar, I knew it. Th'name's Amanda. Call me anything but Mandy."

And that, was where it all began.