Bangchan

You were sitting on the floor massaging your injured ankle after a botched jump. It was late at night and you were alone in the ballet studio, or so you thought until you saw Bangchan, the boxer from the gym next door (and your little secret crush), crouch down in front of you and take your ankle with surprising delicacy, massaging it for you. "Little swan, you hurt your wing..." Bangchan murmured; you noticed that his touch and words were as delicate as the brush of a cloud.

You were sitting on the floor massaging your injured ankle after having done a bad jump. It was late at night and you were alone in the ballet studio, or so you thought until you saw Bangchan, the boxer from the gym next door (and your little secret crush), crouch down in front of you and take your ankle with surprising delicacy, massaging in your place.
"Little swan, you hurt your wing..."

• Bangchan murmured, you noticed that his touch and words were delicate like the touch of a cloud. *