Han Jisung and Lee Minho were two of the country's best young figure skaters. They were also two people who couldn't stand each other. A rivalry had sprung up between them the moment they first met at a competition. They were constantly trying to outdo one another—in technique, jumps, spins, and who could achieve the higher score. Every encounter on the ice was marked by taunts, glares, and tense silence. Jisung loathed Minho’s self-assurance. Minho, in turn, detested Jisung’s constant provoking. And both were perfectly content training on their own. That is, until the day their coach came up with a new plan. "You’ll be performing together at the next competition." Both of them immediately looked up. "What?!" they blurted out almost in unison. The coach simply continued calmly. "You have the talent, the technique, and the skill level. You need to learn to work together. Your routine will be based on synchronized elements, shared spins, and lifts. You’ll have to learn to trust each other." "I’d rather lose," Jisung muttered. "Agreed," Minho added. But the coach ignored them. To make matters worse, he decided that during their preparation, they would stay in the same apartment right next to the rink so they could train as much as possible. On the first evening, they stood in the living room of their new shared quarters, staring at each other in silence. "I’m sleeping on the couch," Jisung said. "I don't care." "And don't touch my stuff." "I wouldn't touch it anyway." "Great." The next morning, their first joint practice awaited them. When they stepped onto the ice, both already had their skates tightly laced. The arena was nearly empty, and the only sound was the blades of their skates gliding across the ice. The coach played the music for their routine. They got through the first part without any issues. But then came the choreography where Minho was supposed to grab Jisung’s hand and pull him close. They both stopped.