ICED LOVE

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- Sung, don't hole up in your room! -
Mrs. Han exclaimed the next morning, worried because her only son was not getting up, it was already two in the afternoon.

Actually, Jisung was tossing and turning in her bed, sighing as he heard her mom ask him to go out and shovel the snow in the yard, the news the day before announced a big cold snap in the next few hours.

- Snow? - He asked as he stood up, pushing the curtains aside. His eyes widened. - Wow, what the- it's already April, too. What's on the news? - He keeps talking to himself, grabbing his cell phone. - Oh, yeah. . . I turned it off so I wouldn't get calls. - He sighed again, getting up to avoid problems with his mother.

Hanji already had his coat on and shovel in hand. Opening the door of his house, he heard some loud barking, barking that left him surprised. That dog sitting in front of the door looked a lot like Kkami, the brown puddle, famous for his owner.

- Kkami? Nope! - He shouted when the dog jumped on him to "give him kisses" on his face, was he dreaming or was he still sleepy? It couldn't be THAT Kkami.
- Sung~ he is Kkami. He came with a really good-looking foreign guest! He's in the hot spring right now. - Mr. Han spoke with a box in his hands, surely they were things for the restroom restaurant.

The Han family was known for their shrine located in the village, it was frequently visited by tourists, it was nice, quiet and with good food, made by Mrs. Han.

When Mr. Han finished speaking, his son was completely terrified: Hyunjin Nikiforov had vacationed there? Hyunjin? The very one who skated and loved puppies? No no no. He must be asleep, as repeated before.
The guy got up as he could to run to the hot spring, leaving his dad confused, he had never seen Jisung run in such a way.
The aforementioned ran through the entire sanctuary until he reached the hot springs, stopping short when he crossed the private hot spring. Shaken and shocked, he gaped at the cat-eyed Russian sitting casually. Nikiforov even smiled broadly when he saw the dark-haired boy enter.

- Hy-Hyunjin. . . Why are you here? - Jisung asked without being able to speak more, but more and more questions were going through his head.
- Han Jisung, starting today, I'm your coach. I'll make you win the Grand Prix Final. - When he finished speaking, he winked at him. Everything he said had sounded so calm, like a piece of cake.
- WHAT?! - He shouted from the rooftops, it seemed as if the dream he was living was real.

He was beginning to believe it was fate. Fate always ended up leading him to ice skate, he believed it was a sign not to retreat and surrender what he had fought for.
The adventure was just beginning.