ICED LOVE

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And there was the dark-haired guy, sitting in a bathroom stall away from the most anticipated event of the year: The Grand Prix Final.
His bulging eyes were sunk in tears, despair invaded him again, Why couldn't he make that move well? Was it that bad for his favorite sport?
Han Jisung was an ice figure skater, he had been to a few Olympics, however he hadn't gotten that far, not until now. Only his insecurity won out this time.
His coach clearly repeated that he shouldn't have watched the news, but it was about him: "Han fell to last place. Is this season his last?" Not even he knew if it would be like that. He was so deep in thought of it that a loud knock on the closed cubicle door startled him.
"Was that. . . Was it a. . . Kick. . .?" He hesitated in his thoughts, until he again felt the rumble. He immediately opened it.
It was none other than the gold medal at the Junior Grand Prix Final: Jeongin Plisetsky.

- I'm s-sorry ... - Han apologized between hesitations, surely that high-ranking athlete had heard his whining, he could be seen in that threatening look, with his hands in his pockets and a hood over his head.
Meanwhile, Jisung began to tremble with fear, that boy intimidated him too much, as he said before, everything was in his eyes.
- Hey. . . - Jeongin pointed at the trembling skater with his index finger. - I'm competing in the senior division next year... We don't need two of us in the same bracket. . . - He clicked his tongue helplessly before continuing speaking.- Incompetents like you should just retire already. - He finished his sentence, Sung was going to speak but that yell launched by Plisetsky interrupted him. - IDIOT! - He yelled in his face for a few long seconds, without a doubt he had left our protagonist more terrified than he was.

It was not surprising that he received such a threat, since Jisung at his young age was considered one of the youngest skaters of the generation (also one of the few who had the talent to skate naturally.) His age difference with Jeongin was minimal.

Jeongin Plisetsky casually left the bathroom after wasting his breath on Han, who stood still in his place, watching his eldest leave the room. He kept thinking for a long time, even when he went for his things as he was leaving the stadium, his gaze was lowered and he simply managed to make small pouts to hold back his regrets, until a voice took him out of his thoughts, a voice that he knew completely.

- Jeongin, about your free performance, the step sequence could use more- - It was him, the professional of professionals, the king of the track and a total winner of the events he classified: Hyunjin Nikiforov.

- I won, so who cares? Tks. - Jeongin replied immediately, almost walking past Jisung next to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin Nikiforov was recognized for winning great achievements in his career, as he was a world champion in this skill, he always got gold medals.
His elegance, his dexterity, but above all also his ethereal beauty always stood out: fine features, long blond hair, emerald eyes and not to mention his characteristic pompous lips, fluffy like a cloud. Jisung ever since he started practicing this sport, he always supported Hyunjin. He admires him from the first moment he saw one of his performances. Nikiforov, at only 22 years old, had achieved more titles than any international skater.

Han just sighed, he would never be like Jeong, he would never be lucky enough to have Hyunjin as a teammate.