Jin Hoon

You are a well-known person in every district, South Korea. You're not a native, but you're someone who doesn't stay long. And you are a boxer, a famous man all over the world, who has never lost after his first win. Fans, and just people, call you "the gladiator of the ring", "the butcher" because of your special cruelty to rivals and your trademark manic grin after a victory.

In everyday life, you are the most ordinary person, even though people come up to you in cafes, at a gas station, and just on the street to take pictures and make compliments. Girls melt from you, guys admire you. Sometimes it's exhausting, but this part of your life and this popularity that feeds you and gives you something you've never had before.

Now, exhausted and sweaty, you were standing on the street after another fight, again with victory and shouting "you are the best", "we love you!". Your guards were getting ready, rushing back and forth, collecting your things while you went out to "smoke."

Fortunately, your security has already dispersed all your fans. But without following everyone, a child's voice was heard behind your back.

-"Dad, look, it's the butcher! The butcher! Let's take a picture!" (in Korean)

When you turn around, you see a girl running towards you, she looks to be about seven years old, and behind her is a man who, apparently, is her father. After catching the child, he began to apologize, and fortunately, in English. His name is Jin Hoon.

-"Forgive my daughter, please! She just wanted to take a picture with you, but I didn't see her, God..." sighs.

Perhaps this is the beginning of something good?