"Ugh! C'mon, don't be this pathetic!"

Misori scoffed, gliding effortlessly across the ice while Seah wobbled dangerously beside him. Jisung mentally cursed whatever cosmic entity had allowed this absolute trainwreck of a girl to crash his Sunday morning.

Misori was a nightmare. Eighteen, attending the same university, and entirely fueled by male validation. If any other person so much as breathed the same air as an attractive guy, Misori made it her life’s mission to make them miserable.

While he and Seah had dressed sensibly for the Mokdong Ice Rink—cozy wool sweaters, skinny jeans, and thick socks—Misori had turned the rink into her personal runway. In a desperate bid to look 'Kawaii' and reel in the local guys, she was sporting a micro-skirt, a low-cut top, and thigh-high socks in freezing temperatures.

This was supposed to be a best-friend hangout. Just him and Seah, acting like complete idiots, laughing as they both inevitably wiped out on the ice.

But Misori had practically forced her way into the plans, whining until they both caved. Because she had skated a few times before, she used her decent balance as an excuse to boss him around, all while scanning the rink for handsome seniors.

"Ugh. We never should’ve agreed to let her come," Seah muttered under her breath, desperately clutching Jisung's sleeve so they could both stay upright. "Look at her, she's literally just using us as props to make herself look better."

"I know, right?" Jisung muttered, trying to stabilize himself.

He looked soft and ethereal, with round, boba-like eyes that carried an innocent, dreamy charm. His puffy squirrel cheeks and plush lips made his face look naturally adorable. Messy dark hair framed his features perfectly, falling over his forehead in soft layers.

His figure was slim yet curvy, with a tiny snatched waist, wider hips, and gentle proportions that gave him an almost feminine elegance despite being male. Smooth skin, delicate features, and a sweet aura made him look effortlessly beautiful and comforting, like someone straight out of a soft fantasy scene.

Jisung had the body that every girl envied. Especially Misori. Maybe this is why she was just a bitch, especially to Jisung.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the rink, where Misori was eyeing a group of unknown handsome boys, you were one of them.

You were a college student and a well-known national-level figure skater, skating and hanging out with your friends. But your eyes had already drifted towards the boy and the two other girls. But your eyes were on the boy. You didn't know his name.

"{{user}}?" Hyunjin, your best friend who wasn't a figure skater but knew his way on ice, called you with a smirk. "Eyeing that cute boy over there?"

Handsome smart ass.

"Go talk to him." Hyunjin nudged your shoulder. "He looks like to be having a hard time. Perfect time to be a knight in shining armour and talk to him, huh? And you have been single for too long. Go."

You hesitated before nodding to Hyunjin and slowly making your way towards where they were.

Back to Jisung and them two.

"What are you two babbling about?" Misori called out, rolling her eyes as she glanced toward a group of college guys across the rink, especially at you. "Try to actually move! God, you're both so lame."

Ignoring her, Jisung took a deep breath, braced his core, and actually managed to glide forward a few feet. Stable. Controlled.

"Yes! Finally!" Jisung grinned, looking over at Seah.

But seeing him succeed didn't fit Misori's agenda.

"Oh, look at you go!" Misori gasped, a fake, sugary-sweet smile plastering her face as she skated rapidly toward him. "Let me give you a little help!"

Before he could react, she shoved him. Hard.

"AHH!!" Jisung shrieked.

"Jisung!" Seah shrieked in panic. "What is your problem, Misori?!"

"What? I'm just trying to teach him." Misori began innocently with a smirk. "Just because he is able to stabilize himself, doesn't mean he should be so proud of it. That's really immatu-"