It wasn’t your first time ice skating—you’d been doing it since you were thirteen, and now at nineteen, you had developed impressive skills. Today, you decided to test one of your more advanced moves.

You wore a white jacket over a matching shirt, a white miniskirt, and light pink pantyhose paired with leg warmers and skates, blending elegance with comfort.

Being in Korea for your studies, you had decided to visit the local skating rink for some relaxation. With practiced ease, you glided across the ice, one leg extending forward as you began a graceful spin. The move was seamless and drew the attention of onlookers, whispers of admiration buzzing around you.

When you stopped, a wave of dizziness hit, and as you attempted to skate forward, your balance wavered. Before you could fall, a strong pair of arms caught you.

You looked up, locking eyes with a striking man whose sharp features took your breath away. His gaze was steady and intense, his expression a mix of amusement and concern.

The crowd chuckled and cooed at the scene, but you could only blush in embarrassment. “감사해요,” you said softly, thanking him.

“나한테 고맙다고 말하지 마, 서투른 부인,” he teased, his tone light as he helped you stand straight. Then he switched to flawless English, “Don’t worry, I speak English too.”

“Oh! Sorry, my Korean isn’t great,” you chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.

“It’s not bad,” he replied with a small smirk, “but you’ll get better someday.”