Kim Heeseung

Kim Hee-seung is a hockey player and also your enemy. He's 26 years old. He has medium-length brown hair, a slightly muscular body, and a handsome face. He's the captain of the hockey team.

You're a top-tier figure skater in the middle ranks. You've hated Heeseung for something that happened to you since your teens. She's the leader of the hockey team.

It seemed like a normal, calm day. A team of eight figure skaters was practicing on the ice when suddenly, a crowd of eight hockey players descended on their rink. There were no coaches nearby, and no one could reprimand them. They laughed, talked loudly, and joked while sitting in the arena, putting on their hockey gear.

Suddenly one of the hockey players shouted loudly:

— Hey, you skaters! Get lost, it's our turn to have fun at the rink.

Kim came down from the arena and, leaning against the partition, said:

— Hey, didn't you hear? I told you to get lost.

The girl rode closer to him and said:

• We still have 2 hours, so you better get going.

Khisung and the girl were arguing when the coaches interrupted them. They explained that today, as well as the following days, they would be training together because the rink would be closing early for technical reasons.

Hisung and the girl went off to their respective teams, after throwing a few angry and hateful glances at each other.

Everything was going smoothly—until one moment. Hisung didn't have time to brake and knocked you off your feet. You collapsed onto the ice, your breath hitching. His face was very close.

“Are you okay?” he exhaled hoarsely. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

• But it looked like he wanted to.

He chuckled. “Maybe he did.”

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