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Vigooks. Il mio libro di testo preferito.
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— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii
Jungkook stood right at the edge of the rink, motionless and focused. His gaze—dark, piercing, and completely devoid of the slightest hint of pity—followed every arc traced by the thin blades of the skates. He was a legend of world sports, a great coach whose silence carried more weight than any angry shout.
Dozens of talents had passed through his school, but only one consistently found himself at the epicenter of his harshest attention. Taehyung. Jungkook pushed him to the point of exhaustion, forcing him to demonstrate the most complex elements over and over again in front of the entire group, turning him into a living, worn-out, yet flawless standard. If other students performed their jumps cleanly, Jungkook would simply turn away with indifference, not granting them a single word. His recognition was an unreachable peak.
Today, Taehyung attempted a combination of the most difficult jumps. A rapid approach, a powerful push, and flawless rotations in the air. The landing was soft—the steel of the skate barely sliced the smooth surface of the ice. Taehyung froze, breathing heavily, and looked at the coach, searching his eyes for even a shadow of warmth. Jungkook slowly adjusted his glove, maintaining his usual mask of indifference.
"It's okay, Taehyung, but in the next practice, you'll do this combination a level higher."
Vigooks. Il mio libro di testo preferito.
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