you're not so bad | [hoonki]

[one]

nishimura riki.

ni-ki, better known as the bane of sunghoon's existence. the only person who could boil his blood just by simply breathing. the boy in the year below who seemed sweet and innocent to everyone who met him. that is everyone except park sunghoon. yet, it was no secret that sunghoon hated ni-ki and the sentiment was returned.

there was really no legitimate reason as to why sunghoon felt this way. ni-ki was simply everything sunghoon was not. he was good at everything without even trying, he was rich, he got everything handed to him on a silver platter, he was popular, he was loved by many, and the cherry on top, he just had to be the most perfectly sculpted god of a boy that anyone had ever seen.

sunghoon envied him. he'd slaved for months to get to where he was academically, only for nishimura riki to waltz in with his stupid dazzling smile and perfect nose and steal his number one spot. ni-ki then had the audacity to join the dance club and started taking opportunities that their leader would've normally offered sunghoon.

 it wasn't fair, and he hated ni-ki for it.

with a tired sigh, sunghoon allowed himself to fall backward onto the cool wooden floor of the dance room, his silver sweaty hair clinging to his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. it was around six in the morning on sunday and he'd come in earlier to just let loose and blow off some steam. with exams coming up and preparing for the end of semester performances, he'd be so incredibly stressed, and what better way to get his mind off things than to do what he loved most; dance.

yet laying here, with his aching muscles and labored breathing, he didn't feel at ease. if anything his mind was clouded with angry thoughts directed towards a certain person. a certain stupidly handsome, japanese boy who'd been driving him crazy and not in a good way.

he was bitter. if it weren't for him, sunghoon would've gotten to do a solo as he did every semester. if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have to go through so many sleepless nights just to make sure he excels in the upcoming exams.

"you look like shit, park," a silky smooth voice that he despised so much snickered from behind him, breaking him out of his inner turmoil.

great. as if thinking about nishimura riki wasn't bad enough, the devil himself just had to show his face and piss him off first thing on a sunday morning. with a frustrated groan, sunghoon covered his face with his hands and mumbled, "fuck you."

he heard ni-ki chuckle as he shuffled into the room, the sound of him moving things around being the only indicator of his presence. sunghoon knew it'd be better if he headed back home, but he was still so unsatisfied with himself that he wanted to practice some more, knowing he would be restless until he did.

it was quiet for a few moments before sunghoon felt a presence hover on top of him. peeking through his fingers, he came face to face with ni-ki bent over him with a hand outstretched, his chain necklace dangling from his incredibly smooth long neck, so close that it nearly scraped sunghoon's cheek, his silky black hair bouncing slightly from his movement so that it covered his forehead in a way that he thought was pretty. sunghoon wanted to curse at himself for even having such a thought, but there was no denying ni-ki was the prettiest boy he'd ever seen.

great. just great.

"go home. you're gonna hurt yourself," ni-ki spoke, his voice kind. but sunghoon wasn't having it. he knew better than to fall for such an act. especially when said kindness was laced with a hint of something condescending that made him livid.

"just say you want me to lag behind you and go," sunghoon scoffed and pushed himself off the floor, running his fingers through his damp hair as he glanced at himself in the mirror. he did look like shit. his clothes were soaked through with sweat, his hair completely drenched. his face was flushed from the effort and his muscles were quite clearly swollen from being overworked, but he didn't want to give ni-ki the satisfaction that he was right.

"you've already done that," the other answered smugly, looking up at sunghoon with a defiant smirk. a smirk that simply looked too good on his handsome features and it simply annoyed sunghoon even further.

but there was no denying that the comment burned even if it was true. sunghoon was a great dancer, one of the best on the team, but ni-ki was phenomenal. he moved with a grace and elegance that sunghoon had never seen before. he was captivating to watch. and sunghoon envied that.

not wanting to agitate himself further, sunghoon turned away from ni-ki to grab his belongings. he wasn't gonna spend another minute here, especially with his presence around and no one else to distract him from it.

"tell hoseok-hyung i'm not coming to practice later," he spat, slinging his bag over his shoulder, disregarding ni-ki's concerned eyes as he stormed out of the building. he couldn't handle his pity, it made him feel like he was being looked down on and it drove him mad.

fuck you, nishimura riki.

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authors note:

i hope you've enjoyed the first chapter! this was originally published for another ship but i've decided to change it up a little hehe. i wanted to express my love for the 'destinyz duo' and contribute to the 'hoonki' tag because it's such an UNDERRATED friendship that doesn't get enough recognition!!

this is also my first (proper) series so please expect grammatical errors and irregular updates.

until the next update...<3