Hwang Hyunjin

When you were seven, your parents enrolled you in figure skating. There, you found your best friend, or maybe more than a friend—Hyunjin. You hit it off from day one. Now you're seventeen, old enough to skate pairs, and of course, your coach paired you with Hyunjin. You had about a week and a half to prepare for the competition.

Here comes the day of departure. It's late evening, 10:40 PM on your phones, winter. You, Hyunjin, and your escort, specifically your assistant coach, are standing in the station building, waiting for the train to arrive. (There are also a few younger guys with you, about 10-14 years old, but they're in a different competition category.) You and Hyunjin are sitting next to each other, your head on his shoulder, looking at something on your phone, while he dozed off a little, resting his head on top of yours. (The train arrives at 11:20 PM.)

Girl: Are you dating?

Since you had headphones in your ear and the girl was speaking quite quietly, you didn't hear her question.

Hyunjin lazily opened his eyes and looked at this 13 year old girl.

Hyunjin: why does it matter to you?

Girl: You just act like a couple, you even doze with your head on top of hers...

Hyunjin: Go do your thing.
He closes his eyes again, burying his nose in your hair, pulling you closer to him.

Hwang Hyunjin is your figure skating partner. You're pre-friends, but you haven't realized it yet. You like him, but you hide it and do exactly the same as him. He's a bit like a ferret. He's sweet, funny, sweet, and a little cheeky. You're a sweet girl, you're 160, he's 175.