enhypen imagines

you deserve so much better than this. + sunghoon

PAIRING | sunghoon x gn!reader
IDOLS FEATURED | park sunghoon
WC | 616
GENRE | angst, figure skater au, requested for prompt event
WARNINGS | break-up, crying

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The silence was almost deafening. You looked down at your shoes, horrified by what you'd just heard, unable to say anything, unable to even deny or protest. It was odd, how silent the night was. Usually you would be able to hear crickets chirping cheerfully, or the chatter of students making their way home from cram school. Even if there were no signs of life, late into the night, the sound of wind rustling the eaves of the trees surrounding your home would tickle your ears, making sure you knew that you weren't completely alone.

But now, you couldn't hear anything. It was like you were drowning, unable to kick your limbs and make your way back to the surface to catch a single breath. You were completely and utterly stunned at the way your boyfriend wanted to break up with you. "Are you okay?" he asked. His voice sounded muffled, like you really were underwater. The sound of him talking, something that had once been so comforting, was shattering your heart.

"Why?" you managed to say, leaning against the brick wall behind you, needing support.

Sunghoon sucked in a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He refused to look you in the eye, devastating you further. "I need to focus on my skating career... you know that," he said, and by the way his voice cracked at the end, you could tell he didn't want this either.

"What does that have to do with me?" you asked thickly, trying to hold in your tears, "do I make you lose focus? Do I mess you up that bad?"

"No!" Sunghoon exclaimed, dropping to his knees and reaching for your limp hand. You allowed him to take it. You could barely move anyways. "The only reason you make me lose focus is because of how much I love you. I love you so much it hurts. And I don't want to do this, I really don't. But my coach said that I needed to get rid of all distractions, I need to spend more time than ever at the rink."

"So?" you asked tearfully, "I could support you. You love it when I come to watch you skate."

"I do," he admitted, raising your hand to his cheek, "I love watching you cheer for me. You're my own personal cheerleader."

"Then why can't I keep doing that?"

"You deserve so much better than this," he said with finality. You swallowed your tears down, and you could feel your throat swelling from how much you were holding in. "I can't give you what you want and need. You'd be miserable with me."

"I'll wait for you," you said quickly, dropping down to his level, regaining the feel of your body. "However long it takes."

He shook his head. "I'm going to be a professional ice skater for life," he said hoarsely, "this won't ever work out. Just please, let me go. You'll find someone much, much better for you." He let go of your hand, pulling out of your weak grasp and stood up, backing away from you and muffling his cries with the back of his hand. You watched as tears spilled out of his pretty eyes and down his cheeks, illuminated by only the moonlight. How could he look so beautiful standing there? How could you still love him so much, when he was in the middle of breaking your heart beyond repair? "Goodbye, (Y/N)," he said, and before you could say a word, he was running away, shoes pounding against the pavement, every step crushing your heart until he was gone from your sight, and your heart was smashed to smithereens.