YOU'RE A FIGURE SKATER!!! | SunSun

I. Oh, it's you again...

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"Again!"

"Encore!"

"Once more!"

The singer smiles from ear to ear, attempting to cool down the hot tones of the many fans he still couldn't register were his own. His eyes gloss over the crowd as he bites down on his cheek, squeezing the mic tighter as he shares a thought with the director on standby.

She nods gently and scribbles something on her clipboard. "Go on, Sunoo, you've earned it."

He gives her a star struck grin and nods vigorously, his long dark hair sprawling over his eyes before quickly jumping back into his performance. "I suppose we can do it one more time..." he whispers slyly with a coy grin to which the crowd goes wild.

Sunoo turns to his drummer and sucks in a deep breath, adjusting his hold on his now sweaty mic.

"Three! Two! One!"

The stage was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow as the singer, Kim Sunoo, took his place at the centre. The anticipation in the air was palpable, the audience eagerly awaiting the moment when his voice would fill the vast concert hall. The room buzzed with excitement, but despite the fact that this was his first encore ever there was something more important clocking in his mind.

As the first notes of the music reverberated through the venue, Sunoo's voice soared, effortlessly capturing the hearts of everyone present. His voice was a delicate blend of power and vulnerability, capable of conveying a myriad of emotions. The audience hung on to every word, enraptured by his performance.

But again, amidst the sea of faces, Sunoo's eyes were drawn to a singular figure in the crowd. A person who stood out like a beacon in the darkness, his presence commanding his attention. It was as if he had been transported back onto that tiny side stage gazing idle at the boy who was now gazing at him. He felt a shiver — he looked the same yet changed so much. His presence commanding his attention. It was as if time stood still and forced him to relive that first.

The boy, now a man, possessed an air of mystery, his eyes locked with Sunoo's, seemingly seeing through the facade of his performance. Sunoo's voice wavered ever so slightly as he felt a surge of unfamiliar emotions coursing through him. The lyrics that once flowed effortlessly from his lips became entangled in his thoughts, as if his mind was splitting between his past that had led to this present.

With each passing verse, Sunoo found himself drawn deeper into his seemingly aloof state — did he not realise who's show he was at? Did he not remember him?

His voice, usually confident and unwavering, now trembled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. He struggled to maintain his focus, his gaze slipping back to that oh so familiar sharp glare intermittently, searching for answers in his expression.

He was tethered back into the amalgamation of faces in front of him with a loud shriek and the wavering of banners and handmade posters. They remained blissfully unaware of the internal battle he was fighting and so did that familiar figure — was it really him? But Sunoo couldn't shake the feeling that this connection, however fleeting, held a deeper significance. It was as if the stranger possessed that same alluring aura even without his fancy stage outfit and his undying passion that poured into his own performance.

As the song reached its crescendo, Sunoo's voice swelled with emotion, pouring out his heart and soul. The audience erupted in thunderous applause, their adoration washing over him like a tidal wave. But even amidst the applause, his eyes sought out the enigmatic figure, hoping to catch his reaction, his validation. It was only because of him that he was standing on this stage after all — did he not realise that from all the encounters they had before he left him to sing for some other skater?