Chapter 4
Even in Jincheon, where only the national team gathered, we were the earliest risers, and that was especially true of the senior athletes. Our routine started at 5:20 AM. While I, a light sleeper as it was, barely managed to wake up around 5 AM, Jihoon was already washing up and stretching.
There were many times when I was woken up by drops of water falling on my head as he looked down at me with wet hair. With a senior athlete like him by my side, I often wondered, ‘Did he really look at me and say I'm pretty?’
How pathetic I must have looked in his eyes. My face felt hot. I really needed to come to my senses...
Even if I couldn't be a junior athlete he was close with, at the very least, I shouldn't have been such a pathetic one.
Clenching my fists, I stood up. I no longer felt like dying, I was just embarrassed. I’d never known that shame could be such a powerful motivator. I hadn’t even made it to the rink yet but I already had my helmet on.