The K-Pop Dream 4 Target Locked

Haknam High School?!

Why does that feel familiar? Like really really familiar?

Think Dylan.

Where have you heard that name before?

2008, Daegu, Haknam High School ...

HoraI!!!

The G.o.ddess of peace and spring!!!

I'm going to the school that has Hora?

Is this really happening? I can't believe it!!

For those plebians that don't know who the divine being Hora is , let me explain.

Hora, real name Choo Bae.

Born on the 29 March 1991.

She is the eldest member, leader and visual of the korean supergroup Dark Chocolate.

Her beauty reflects  that of an Ice Queen, whose every stare will freeze your soul. 
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Her soft and delicate features will leave anyone gasping for air from every angle.

A perfect mix between grace and elegance at 1.,58m tall;, she may be short but that doesn't stop her from looking down on everyone else.

Blessed with not only looks but also smarts, a compet.i.tive streak, and a kind heart. She is the ultimate package; and if you were to ask any CEO's around the country who they wish they could start a girl group with, she would undoubtedly reign supreme.

5 minutes later;, I'm dressed, packed, and ready to go.

It's nearly 9:10 am;, if I take a bus and leave now, I'll probably arrive just after 1st period.

Well, better late than never.

Hey ? Did I forget? I'm rich now; surely I can afford a cab?

Or since everything so far has been the same.... Maybe..

Yup, I have my motorcycle license in this world tooto. Let's go find out what I'm driving.

*Teet Teet*

I shake my head as I press the key once more. Checking that what just happened was not an illusion. The same alarm arms this time.

If my rebirth has taught, me anything so far then it would be that.. It's definitely good being rich.,

*Whooo hooo*

An all black Harley Davidson VRSC V-Rod.

Harley Davidson has long been regarded as the king of bikes. Since this is a king then my previous scooter was probably its eunuch.

There is a famous Harley-Davidson cliche:

"If I have to explain, you wouldn't understand."

What do I mean and how does it relate to riding a Harley Davidson motorcycle?

Well, it's just a  "feeling" of freedom in riding on the open road.

The beauty of that "feeling" makes everything else seem insignificant. It is meditation on wheels-words just cannot explain this "feeling" better. Bikers have a hard time explaining "that feeling" to folks who don't understand "that." In other words, if a biker gets into a situation when there is a need to explain "it", then you just wouldn't understand "it".  No words need to be spoken, no justifications for the choices made.

Harley's are just special and that's the truth to it. Yeah, you look at the specs on paper, and it seems comparable with those things that comes out of j.a.pan, Germany, Italy or England. But, Then you ride one,. And you find out that a Harley -Davidson is different from anything else made.

'With this, I can probably still make it in time for homeroom.'

Turning the key, the engine releases a thunderous roar as it gets started. The vibaration of the metal frame, sends a tingling sensation throughout my body.

'd.a.m.n, I could get used to this sound!'

.......

'Safe! 9:20, Made it here with time to spare.'

I take of my helmet and look up to the sign that says 'high ideal, endless devoting oneself.' I guess thats their motto.

If I had to describe the buildinfl. I would use one word. TV. It looks exactly like any high school in any drama.

In fact its perfectly so, a soccer field fills the middle section with a gymnasium next to it and a baseball field on the other side. The cla.s.s rooms is in a distinct U-shape with windows filling every wall.

As I pull inside and park my bike. My thoughts are interrupted by a sudden shout.

"Student!"

"Huh?"

I see a relatively well built man , who looks about to me in his mid 20s wearing a tracksuit and holding a cane, approaching. He's definitely not handsome, but he does have a kind face.

"Yes you, why are you only arriving now?"

I bow and then begin to make up my excuse.

"Sorry sir, Ii'm new and it was difficult find this place."

"Oh , I see. Well, I'll let it this slide this one time. What cla.s.sroom are you in?"

"It said on my transfer papers that I'm in the Senior Cla.s.s A"

"Oh 12A, that's down the hall and to your left. Hurry now."

"Thank you, Thank you." I smile as I rush to follow his instruction

I found out later that he's our physical education teacher: Mr. Nam. A little cranky and strict, but a pretty well liked dude at this place.

Anyway, they closer I got to the door, the more nervous I get . I start hearing the homeroom teacher's voice as I approach the door.

"That wraps up morning announcements;, you were supposed to have a new-.."

And before she finishes her sentence, I open the door and can feel everyone's eyes on me.

Taking a deep breath as I face the female teacher who has a questioning look on her face.

"Sorry I'm late, I'm the new transfer."

"Come in, Come in. Mr. Park I presume?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I gingerly make my way inside and stand about 5 feet from her.

"Introduce yourself."

"Okay ., Hi there, I'm Dylan Park., Please take care of me."

I bow again and as I lift my head, utter silence.

Everyone seems well jolted. Just as I am about to question if I did anything wrong, I hear various screams of what can only be described as joy (Well mostly from the other females and a few boys too)

*AHHHHHH*

"So handsome! Hey, don't you think he looks a bit like Jo In Sung?"

"Eh? Isn't he more like Hyun Bin?"

'Huh , how dare they?'

How dare they compare me to those mere mortals!,

I'm obviously way more handsome.

Its insulting.

While the girls and some guys eyes are filled with b.u.t.terflies, The majority of guys on the other hand are looking at me with pure hatred eyes .

When a king enters the pack, the hyenas grow scared. I guess.

Looking around the room and notice one person whose oblivious to all this drama.

While most of the girls are either avoiding eye contact with me or blus.h.i.+ng,.

She's staring straight through me.

I expected no less from her.

Her regality while not quite what I remember, when I saw her during my acting days. I say acting but I was mostly an extra who had 1 or 2 lines to say.

My mouth creeps into a smile.

Target sighted.

Choo Bae.