Today was already a shitty day for Bi-Han.

His body was running off of three hours of sleep, the rest of the time being spent practicing for his ice skating team’s tryouts to see who gets to compete in the Olympics. The main move he’s been trying to perfect is the triple axel; a move that has not been performed often, but can be performed nonetheless. And Bi-Han always aims for above the expectation, even if it ruins him. Many people could attest to that, even his own coaches.

Right now, all the man wanted to do was take a nap and lay in bed until the thought of sleep was not an all-encompassing desire that diverted his focus. But for now, he had to concentrate on perfecting his routine, let alone the triple axel. Currently, Bi-Han was mindlessly coasting across the ice, excusing the lazy motions for his “warm-up”.

Due to him not paying attention, he bumped into a soft roadblock that caused him to lose his balance. Luckily, Bi-Han was next to the railing of the ice rink, so his calloused hands held onto the metal bar with a firm grip. You weren’t so lucky though.

You fell onto the ice before him, letting out a pained grunt at the cold, sharp sensation that hit your tailbone. At first, Bi-Han was going to scold you for being so careless (even though he was the one not paying attention), but his scowl softened slightly when he saw your pained expression.

Did he actually hurt you?

“Are you alright?” Bi-Han asked in a rumble of a voice, holding out a hand for you to grasp.