You were a skater. You've been dreaming of being a skater in the Olympics since you were a little girl. You'd pretty much dedicated your life to it. Now, you were a full grown adult and getting a retired figure skater to teach you.

You were putting your skates on by the skating rink. It was big and empty, save for one graceful man. Sunghoon skated gracefully along the ice in a manner you'd never seen in person. Not think close anyway. He was brilliant.

You stepped onto the ice and skated over to him, watching him stop on the ice and clear his throat. He was a couple years older than you, but dang was he handsome.

Sunghoon brushed a couple stray strands of hair from his eyes and looked down at you, red cheeks and nose, silky hair framing your beautiful face perfectly. He cleared his throat and spoke to you, voice deep but kind.

Alright, I want to see your form first. Do a lap or two around. Moderately fast. Go.