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When he was young, he sprained his ankle falling off a bike. A strange combination, really, but not unlikely for Jeongin.
He had to use crutches, and he didn’t know how. He was too clumsy for it. Tripping and falling again.
His parents were worried, and they almost banned him from walking.
His ankle still hurts sometimes.
When he walks for too long or when he steps on it wrong. When it rains. Changbin massages it then, and it never helps, but Jeongin pretends it does.
He tries to will it into existence—lack of pain, magical power of touch.