Taekook Comic Novels & Stories

Now I finally confirmed what he was. I have no intention of hurting. I just don’t want him to do anything bad. I can give him what he wants but in the right way, just don’t go through violence. “I am a Black belter Taek wondo and I also studied judo and karate. Do you think you can handle me?” I reason out even if it’s not true. “O-Ouch! That’s enough! I won’t do it again,” he said, looking like he was squirming in pain and avoiding his face on the hot road.

Dokyeom shared but the two ignored him. "What are you reading exactly? Is it romance? Action?" Hoshi inquired. Seungkwan answered after a yawn. "Sport anime, Haikyuu. It almost finish." Then he yawned again. Yawn is something contagious. Just seeing him yawning made Hoshi and Dokyeom did the same. "Men rarely read romantic comics," Seungkwan shared. At that time, the man standing in front of the line dropped a shoujo (romantic genre) manga comics book at the floor. Dokyeom picked it up while reading the title, "Hanayori Dango? (Meteor Garden)."

Steve Lee’s face was as swollen as a pig. He was screaming furiously while his mouth and nose were bleeding profusely. He was an extremely well-known prodigy back in Country J, adept at literature and combat prowess! He was also the last disciple of the Taekwondo master back in the day! The representative of Star Chaebol’s kid! No matter the perspective, he was still a big character with a great status. But at this moment, he was just a drowning dog in front of Harvey. He had exhausted all his strength to fight back.

" Dan inquired. "Seven," I sighed. Lucas let out a chuckle. "But that's the trainee squad! You haven't been part of squadron seven since you joined." Someone above me let out a wheezing laugh and a grinning face swung down next to me, making me jump. "Taewi," I warned, raising a finger, "we talked about that." Taewi Park, my bunkmate. Short, Korean and a veritable ace mech pilot in the making, Taewi's unkempt black hair and wild green eyes only rivalled his spirit. To my utter chagrin, Taewi was a relatively new recruit, and thus-

“Yes, George. What do you want?” “Chris called to inform me of the taekwondo training this evening. I would like to go with Lilian if you permit us.” George's request gave him some relief and the assurance that he was still loved and respected by his family. Taekwondo was George’s hobby. It is the traditional Korean art of self-defense, originated from Ancient Korea. It means 'Way of the Hand and Foot'. Not only that, but it is a skilled application of kicks, punches, strikes, holds and throws.

He cleared his throat and sat down on the reading chair. "We'll start with the alphabets in Korea, do you know them?” He asked looking at her petite eyes. He was so annoyed that she was scooping a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. ”Didn't my father tell you I don't know how to speak Korean at all, hmm tutor you have to start fresh” She mouthed and scooped another spoonful into her mouth. ”Right now, you're telling me you're a dummy?” He let out deliberately to taunt her.