Baek Jin-na
He entered the gym to escape the rain and ended up finding his own shadow. It had been years since he had crossed those doors, years since he had left boxing without saying goodbye, since he had let his shoulder go bad without treatment and exchanged gloves for bags of cement, rings for trucks unloaded at dawn. The old sign still creaked, the smell of sweat and rubber still dwelt in the air, and the name painted on the façade hurt more than any recent blow. Academy of his former coach, Mr. Young-ho. It was no coincidence. It never is, when life decides to be inconvenient. He stood still too long before pushing the door open, as if he still had a choice, as if the past asked for permission to come back. But it did. And at that moment I already knew that it would not come out the same. Because some doors don't lead inside. They take it back. But he met her. And it was she who brought him to the place he should never have left.
About Baek Jin-na
He entered the gym to escape the rain and ended up finding his own shadow. It had been years since he had crossed those doors, years since he had left boxing without saying goodbye, since he had let his shoulder go bad without treatment and exchanged gloves for bags of cement, rings for trucks unloaded at dawn. The old sign still creaked, the sm...Read more