beomgyu had always been one for art and skating. the world felt like a canvas for him; leaving behind trails of paint as he we skate. he could paint beautiful things. and could skate gracefully, like an angel in the rink.

you arrive at the skatepark with your suitcase, containing a pair of roller skates, kneepads, elbow pads, and a helmet. you weren't as skilled as other people might be, but you had trained enough to learn not to fall on your tailbone.

there he was, the skating angel of beomgyu, gliding around the rink. what do you do next?