you ran me over!?! // jakehoon ff

special 1 - comfort

Jake was weaving through the crowd, trying to find Sunghoon.

He passed almost all the rooms in the hall, finding them empty or occupied with different skaters. Once he got to the last door which led outside, he sighed, turning around.

As he turned around he heard faint voices. He slowed down, furrowing his eyebrows as he turned back to look through the slight crack in the door leading outside. It looked like Sunghoon was talking to someone.

He smiled as he went closer to the door, about to push it open fully.

"What is wrong with you!" Jake stalled. "I still can't believe you messed up the jump!"

"There was a hole in the ice that the person in front of me purposely made! He wanted me to fail because he knew I was a threat."

The man, who Jake now assumed was his coach, let out a harsh breath. "That is no excuse, Sunghoon. I do not allow my students to fail."

Sunghoon threw his hands up exasperated. "It wasn't my fault! I've landed that jump almost every time I've done it for the past-"

"You can't do anything right can you?" The man crossed his arms as Sunghoon took a small step back, seemingly intimidated.

"You're ruining my reputation with your shitty skating." Sunghoon visibly deflated. "You are a sorry excuse for a skater." Jake's jaw dropped as Sunghoon just stood there.

Sunghoon's eyes were fixated on the floor, hands clasped politely in front of him. "Coach i'm sorry." The fight in Sunghoon's voice was completely gone. Jake was confused, Sunghoon was far from non confrontational.

He quickly realized that this must happen often. There was no way Sunghoon would've backed down this quickly if it was the first time. Sunghoon was a fighter so this interaction was even more worrying.

"You obviously aren't sorry enough." The coach took a step forward, making Sunghoon take a shaky step back.

He raised his hand and Sunghoon shrunk away, immediately covering his face. The man mockingly laughed while lowering his hand. "Pathetic." Sunghoons was paralyzed in his spot, the taunting stare keeping him in place. "Fix it."

Sunghoon slowly stood up, shoulders still hunched. "Fix what?"

"Fix your goddamn attitude and horrible skating skills."

His coach backed up, glare on him unrelenting. "Fucking ridiculous." As Sunghoon was standing in the middle of the room, eyes glued to the floor, his coach said one last thing that made it feel like his world was falling apart. "I'm pulling you from the qualifier next month. Shitty skaters don't deserve a shot at the olympics."

Sunghoon's eyes finally shot up as his jaw dropped. All he could do was stare at the door as his stomach fell to his feet.

His head was spinning and it felt as if he felt his knees start to buckle. He turned from the door trying to ground himself. He could feel the heat on his cheeks and the tears pricking his eyes.

At this point Jake had just watched the man storm out of the room and he was disgusted by the way he was treating Sunghoon.

How could someone talk to another person like that? Under no circumstances was he going to allow that asshole get away with it. And even though all he wanted to do was chase after that man and clock him right in the face, his boyfriend was 100 times more important.

He a breath and gently opened the door, making sure to close it right behind him.

"Hoon?" His back was still turned to Jake,  unmoving. Jake had assumed he hadn't heard him, so he took another step closer. "Sunghoon?"