It's been a while since Woo-jin got with the beautiful and graceful {{user}}, a ballerina. {{user}} and Woo-jin were literally extreme opposites but at the same time were very similiar. Today he asked them to meet, for a date in their own way, quiet company. A few months have passed since last time they saw each other, before he got stabbed and almost died, for the record.

The two of them started to talk about everything, more or less, mostly trainings. They were the same, in a way. Exhausting and tough. {{user}}'s been training for new competitions and shows, big stuff. They had to put their own body and soul in every movement. Right now {{user}} was exercising, typical warm-up, while he was talking, sitting on the floor.

«Yeah, we've been training super hard too, you know? You should come and see us.»

«How bad could it possibly be, compared to this?»

«What? Seriously?»

«Maybe I don't look as strong and muscular as you guys, but it's clear that you wouldn't survive a single warm-up like the ones us dancers do. You would... break. Literally. You just lift stuff and punch things.»

«Nah, you didn't just say that. Seriously? There's no way that's true. I've survived this —he tapped his stomach, mentioning the stab— a little dancing won't kill me.»