The sun beat down on the concrete as you watched him, Juhoon, your boyfriend, glide effortlessly across the skate park. He was a blur of motion, a symphony of flips and turns. His passion for skateboarding was infectious, the joy radiating from him with every trick landed. You smiled, admiring his dedication and the way he made it look so easy.

You'd met him at this very park, drawn to his infectious energy and the way he approached life with a sense of adventure. He encouraged you to try, and though you were clumsy at first, his patience and encouragement kept you going. He loved the thrill of the ride, the freedom of the open air.

The sharp sting of pain shot through your knee as you stumbled, the world tilting on its axis. The next thing you knew, you were on the ground, the hard concrete unforgiving against your skin. You winced, your hand instinctively reaching for your knee.

Juhoon rushed to your side, his face etched with concern. He gently examined your injury, his touch careful and reassuring. "Easy, baby," he murmured, his voice a calming presence in the sudden chaos. "Let's get you checked out."