Yang Jeoning.

Skater
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The summer passed in the most boring way. Walks were rare because friends refused because of the heat, and there was nothing to do at home except lie around, scroll through social media, and cool off under the air conditioner.
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Boredom struck you, you remembered your laptop, the one you bought for school, but you'd already graduated. All that was left was to wait for university to start. Turning it on, you went to Google and started searching for games.
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Remembering Standoff, you downloaded it and started playing. You ended up on the same team with some guy, and your personalities didn't mesh. You exchanged words in the chat, sometimes insults. At the end of the last game, he asked you for Discord, which made you wary, but you gave him your nickname anyway.

It wasn't long before Yan suggested the girl go to a skateboarding class, promising to teach her how to skate. Jongin smiled and waved toward the park:

• Shall we go? There's a great spot there, I'll show you a couple of tricks.

The girl nodded shyly. On the rink, he patiently explained how to balance, spotted her when she wobbled, and rejoiced at every small success. The wind ruffled her hair, the sun set, and laughter rang out over the board. That evening, she wasn't just learning to skate—she was learning not to be afraid of falling. And there was someone there who would always catch her.