A/N: This chap is about Baek and Hwoarang, I love the idea of Baek being Hwoa's Teacher/Adoptive Father. Thank you all for the reviews, they give me life!

The red-haired Taekwondo fighter was currently limping towards his room, since he had to wear medical moon-boot, as he had broken his right leg.

"This sucks, I can't train, walk or even ride my motorcycle!" He sighed in frustration and was itching for excitement.

"Dad, are you home?" He called for his master, as he genuinely wanted to spend some down time with him.

He left his phone on charge in his room, he reached for it and saw that he received a message from Baek. "Gone out shopping, we needed more bread and milk. Be careful and don't do anything stupid."

"Great, what am I supposed to do now?" He saw that he had a few unopened Snapchats and decided to check them out.

He opened the snap that was from Xiaoyu.

She took a pic of her and Panda holding shopping bags.

"Well at least they're having fun." The red-head mumbled to himself as he opened the next snap that was from Miharu.

"Hey Hwoa, how are ya? Haven't seen or heard from you in awhile."

He typed in reply, "Hey. I'm good."

Locking his device, he threw it on his bed softly and plopped his head on his pillow, feeling that he might die of boredom.

"Ughhhh..."

Closing his eyes, he thought of food. In turn his stomach began to rumble.

His ears picked up the sound of keys and the front door being unlocked. "Master!"

The South Korean tumbled out of bed and made his way to the foyer.

"Hey Dad!" He gave a wave, as his father waved and smiled in return.

"Hi son. How were you, while I was out?"

"Bored and hungry."

"I thought so. I went out and bought us Chinese for lunch."

"Really?" Hwoarang nearly tackled his master in a hug until he realised that Baek was still holding their food, he didn't want it to be spilled on the floor.

Baek placed the food on the table and unopened their meals.

"Let's sit down and eat." The older male helped his son in his chair as he did the same.

"I got your favourite for dessert, fortune cookies." Baek spoke softly as he picked at his food.

The younger male smiled, "Thanks dad."

After father and son finished their meals, Hwoarang hobbled back to his bedroom, exhausted from his non-productive day.

Fortune cookie in hand, he propped himself on his bed and cracked the sweet treat so he could read his fortune.

Dark eyes scanned the tiny piece of paper.

"Don't be afraid to take the next big step"

"You're kidding me right?" The martial artist exasperated loudly.

Picking his phone up he took a pic of the fortune cookie paper and his moon-boot, adding the funny yet annoying picture to his story.