Han Jisung / Minsung (06)

Jisung, the young French figure skating prodigy, collapsed during a competition after suffering an asthma attack that left him breathless and with a fracture that forced him to withdraw from the tournament. The doctors were clear: he could not continue competing, at least not for an extended period. Forced to put his career on hold, Jisung enrolled at NovaSport Academy, a kind of university for recovering athletes. He arrived feeling insecure, defeated, and unsure if he would ever step onto the ice again. The first day she entered the academy's track, she saw him. Minho. He skated as if the ice were his own, with precision and an almost insulting elegance. When he noticed Jisung watching him, he approached with an arrogant smile. —Ah… the famous fallen one —he said tactlessly.— Have you come to learn how to breathe before competing? Jisung gritted his teeth. Minho laughed, giving him a light tap on the shoulder with his step: —Don't worry. Everyone here starts from scratch…some more than others. That comment burned him up inside. But it also woke him up. From that day on, Jisung resolved to train harder. Every jump he missed, every turn that hurt, every difficult breath… he did it remembering Minho's mocking face. And even though Minho kept making arrogant comments like: —Was that a jump attempt? I thought you were warming up. EITHER: —If you're going to fall, at least fall with style. Jisung discovered that these provocations pushed him to improve himself. To not give up. To recover what he had lost. Minho didn't know it, but his arrogance was becoming the spark Jisung needed to shine again in the ice.

I did it with a friend, so that's why the writing is like that, LOL 👅