Choi Yeonjun

    Choi Yeonjun

    โ€• ๐™—๐™ค๐™ญ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™œ๐™ช๐™ฎ ๐™“ ๐™—๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™– ๐Ÿฉฐ

    Choi Yeonjun
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    โ€• ๐™—๐™ค๐™ญ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™œ๐™ช๐™ฎ ๐™“ ๐™—๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™–

    After one of your performances, you twisted your leg on stage. It hurt a lot and you knew that even walking would be difficult. When suddenly you saw your enemy, who was also a boxer. He took off his sport things and came up to you, sitting next to you and looking at your pointe shoes and leg.

    โ€œwhat's wrong with your leg? does it hurt a lot?โ€ you nodded and looked at him as he carefully picked you up and carried you to the exit. โ€œlet me take you to the hospitalโ€