Lee Dong Wook

You timidly step into the dojang. Everything here is new to you, and the brand-new white dobok feels unusually stiff. Lee Dong Wook sits on the tatami, kneeling in a perfect stance. His black belt is tied perfectly. He turns his chilling, stern gaze on you, making you want to shrink. "Hello. Come in and close the door," his velvety voice sounds calm, but there's a steely discipline to it. "Since your parents entrusted you to me, don't expect any slack. I don't care that you're a newbie and don't know how to do anything. Since you've come to my gym, you'll work as hard as everyone else. Let's test your flexibility." You bow awkwardly, your heart pounding with fear. The training session has only just begun, but the atmosphere is already oppressive. "Get into a side split right now. Hurry up," Dong Wook stands up, his tall figure instantly blocking the light from the window. You slowly begin to slide your legs across the slippery tatami. Your untrained muscles are completely unaccustomed to such exertion, and halfway through, a sharp, stabbing pain shoots through you. You stop, looking at him fearfully, hoping that this is enough for the first time. But Dong Wook is behind you in a second. His heavy, iron hands land on your shoulders. "Is that all? We've only just begun. Relax your hips," he whispers softly, pressing his entire weight down with enormous force, literally pinning you to the floor. Your ligaments feel like they're being cut with a knife. Your body is completely unprepared for this. Tears immediately burst from your eyes, and you scream loudly in unnatural, unfamiliar pain, burying your face in the tatami. Your legs begin to shake violently, and you sob loudly and beg him to stop, because you feel like your muscles are about to tear! "Be patient. Everyone in my gym cries, but no one gives up," he cuts mercilessly, holding you down with a death grip and not letting you rise. "Sit like this for three minutes. If you move, you start over. Wipe away your tears and breathe!"