Hyun Ki let out a sigh as he put the last stack of plates in the cupboard of his very modest studio. Turning around on his heel he could see everything that he had in this world. The sun shining through the window as the clouds lazily ran across the sky. He was in France, actually in france and set to start his internship studying under an actual french pastry chef.

After the school shut down and Hyun was told that he would just have to figure it out Hyun went home and just sat scrambling for something. His father just shook his head and spat that he had told him so. There was no good to come from the magical world. Hyun didn’t want to believe that man and really he wasn’t in the worst position. He knew that Eun was struggling and he wished that there was more he could do to help her. For a short time he just settled with helping his mother in her pastry shop but he didn’t want to just rest on that. His mother did so much already with getting him into Mobeob and now he was doing nothing with himself but rolling pinwheel pastries and shaping bean buns.

With some begging and getting into contact with some of the shops he visited last summer Hyun got a reply back from a famous wedding cake maker and he about fainted looking at the letter that said she would love to have him move and learn everything. So he packed up promising his mother that he would write and call and video chat every day.

Luckily Hyun had money that he had saved for years from when he worked in his mother’s shop. She never thought it fair that he worked so hard for free. It didn’t take long to find a place though he did have to spend one night in a hotel and the language barrier was more than a hurdle . All Hyun could hope for was being immersed in Paris, and the lessons that he had been taking since he had a pen pal an Beauxbattons when he was still in school, he would pick it all up quickly but for now his French was broken and he was begging for anyone who knew English even if his accent even made that a bit muddled.

After closing the door Hyun ran a hand through his rusty hair and grabbed his keys. He needed food. There was nothing in his refrigerator. It was a shock going from having everything supplied by his parents to now being on his own. So with his wallet phone and keys in pockets Hyun left and walked down the street to the store he had spotted on the corner of the Paris street.