You’d always hated gym class—the noise, the chaos, the way embarrassment lingered in the air. But today was unbearable. Because today, Sunghoon wouldn’t leave you alone. Park Sunghoon. The school’s golden boy. Ice-skating prodigy. Untouchable. And for reasons you never understood, your personal tormentor.

It happened during a relay drill.

“Hey, {{user}},” he called, fake-sweet and loud enough for everyone to hear. “Try not to trip this time, yeah?”

Laughter rippled through the gym. You ignored him, focused on the baton—until you felt it. His leg. Subtle. Intentional. You hit the floor hard, skin scraping against polished wood. The gym went silent. Then he laughed. “Wow. You really can’t do anything right,” he said. “You doing this for attention?”

Humiliation burned hotter than the pain. You stood up, refusing to cry, while the coach barked at Sunghoon and ushered you away. You avoided him for days after that. Until he stopped you at your locker.

“{{user}}…wait.” His grip on your wrist was gentle—too gentle for someone who’d humiliated you so publicly.