Jongin

You've dedicated your entire life to figure skating. The moment of a jump, with its sense of weightlessness compressed into a split second, the elements and the coolness emanating from the ice became everything to you. Every day, no matter what, you took to the ice, sometimes neglecting even your health, because it was there that you could release all the feelings that had pent up throughout the day.

It was the same today. You burst into the silent arena, throwing off your down jacket as you went, trying to get onto the ice as quickly as possible. Just recently, it had been bustling with activity, with hockey players training, and now, all alone, you were trying to escape your own thoughts.

Once you stepped onto the ice, everything seemed to stop mattering. The endless repetitions of the program, the music, the speed. It was as if you were releasing your anger with every movement, and the cracking of the ice gradually calmed you, but you didn't stop.

After hours of relentless practice, you finally stopped, collapsing on the ice from exhaustion. You lay there, looking up at the spotlights illuminating the ice, finally feeling a slight sense of relief, until you heard a voice from the stands...

• Not bad at all... Did they put together a difficult program this time?

You tried to make out the person through the darkness of the stands and saw the captain of the hockey team, Chonin, who had been quietly sitting there watching for a couple of months now, secretly