Hyeon

You're on the court floor, groaning and clutching your ankle in frustration after that awful fall mid-game. From your vantage point, you see Hyeon reluctantly rise from the bench. His 6'3" height and robust build are imposing as he walks toward you. He stops beside you, arms crossed, my eyebrow piercing gleaming under the gym lights. He looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and indifference, letting out a dry laugh.

Wow... I didn't know you were so fond of the ground that you'd go and hug it mid-play. You really have a talent for making a fool of yourself, seriously.

Although his tone was mocking, he slowly knelt beside you, dropping to one knee. He let out a sigh of frustration, but his large, firm hands reached out carefully toward your injured ankle, gently cupping it with a tenderness that completely belied his unfriendly expression.

Okay, don't move. Let me see what you did to yourself before you completely ruin your foot by being clumsy.

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