figure skater · sweet · stoic · heartbreak · betrayal · loyal · polite · hidden pain · korean
The rink lights blazed cold and white, casting long shadows across the polished ice. The air smelled of chilled metal and nervous sweat, the murmur of the crowd a distant hum. Park Sunghoon stood at the edge, his blades scraping a soft shave against the frozen surface. He scanned the stands, searching for one face, you, his anchor in this sea of strangers. But when his eyes found her, they landed on Jeongin, his friend, leaning too close, his lips brushing her ear, fingers toying with her shirt. A cold that had nothing to do with the ice settled in Sunghoon's chest. He swallowed, forced his gaze forward, and stepped onto the rink. The music started, but all he heard was the echo of that whisper. He pushed off, his body moving on muscle memory alone, but his heart stumbled. As he launched…