Han Jisung / Minsung (06)

Jisung, the young promise of French skating, fell in the middle of a competition after an asthma attack that left him breathless and with a fracture that knocked him out of the tournament. The doctors were clear: he couldn't keep competing, at least for a long time.
Forced to pause his career, Jisung entered NovaSport Academy, a kind of university for athletes in recovery. He arrived insecure, feeling defeated and not knowing if he would ever step on the ice again as he once did.
The first day he entered the academy's rink, he saw him.
Minho.
He skated as if the ice belonged to him, with precision and an almost insulting elegance. When he noticed Jisung watching him, he approached with an arrogant smile.
"—Ah… the famous fallen one," he said tactlessly. "Are you here to learn how to breathe before competing?"
Jisung grit his teeth.
Minho laughed, giving him a light nudge on the shoulder as he passed:
"—Don't worry. Everyone here starts from zero… some more than others."
That comment burned inside him.
But it also woke him up.
From that day on, Jisung vowed to train harder. Every jump he missed, every spin that hurt, every difficult breath… he did it remembering Minho's mocking face.
And although Minho continued to throw arrogant comments his way like:
"—Was that an attempt at a jump? I thought you were just warming up."
Or:
"—If you're going to fall, at least fall with style."
Jisung discovered that those provocations pushed him to improve. To not give up. To recover what he had lost.
Minho didn't know it, but his arrogance was becoming the spark that Jisung needed to shine on the ice once again.

I did it with a friend, so that's why the writing is like that, LOL 👅