𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Chapter six

(Recommended song: everybody wants to rule the world by LORDE)

The next morning, jihyo arrived at the rink with a renewed sense of purpose. Despite suho's gruff demeanor and the ominous notes, she was determined to focus on her training. The threat she had received only fueled her resolve to succeed and uncover the truth.

As she entered the rink, she noticed Coach Harris and Jonathan West deep in conversation. Their serious expressions suggested that the situation was escalating, but jihyo chose to ignore the unease and directed her focus towards her routine.

"Morning, jihyo," Coach Harris greeted, his tone warm and encouraging. "Ready to push through today's drills?"

"Morning," jihyo replied, nodding. "I'm ready."

The practice session went smoothly, though jihyo couldn't shake the feeling of being observed. She noticed suho lurking in the shadows, his gaze intense and unyielding. His icy demeanor seemed to cut through the rink's atmosphere, making it hard for jihyo to relax.

After practice, jihyo lingered near the rink's edge, watching as suho and Jonathan concluded their discussion. Their conversation was terse, and suho's frustration was palpable. Jihyo approached cautiously, determined to address her concerns.

"Suho, do you have a moment?" she asked, her voice steady despite her apprehension.

Suho looked up, his expression colder than usual. "What is it now, jihyo?"

"I've been thinking about the note I received," she began, trying to gauge his reaction. "I need to know if there's any progress on the investigation. I'm starting to feel like I'm in danger."

Suho's gaze hardened. "You're not the only one with problems. We're all under pressure, and you're not exempt. We're taking measures to address the situation, but you need to stay focused on your training. If you can't manage that, then you're of no use to anyone."

Jihyo flinched at his harsh words but pressed on. "I understand the pressure, but I need to feel safe. If there's anything you can do to help, it would be appreciated."

Suho's eyes narrowed, his frustration evident. "You think I have time to coddle everyone who feels threatened? I have my own problems to deal with. You're a skater. Act like one and concentrate on your performance."

Before jihyo could respond, Jonathan stepped in, sensing the rising tension. "Suho, let's address this later. Jihyo, if you need immediate assistance, please contact the security team. They're working on the situation."

"Fine," suho snapped, turning his attention back to his paperwork. "But remember, jihyo, if you let this distract you, it won't end well for you."

Jihyo left the rink, feeling a mix of frustration and resolve. She decided to visit her usual café to clear her mind and strategize her next steps. As she sipped her coffee, her phone buzzed with a new message. It was from an unknown number again:

"You're getting closer, jihyo. The truth is buried deep. Be careful who you trust."

Her heart raced as she read the message. The threats were becoming more personal, and jihyo couldn't ignore the possibility that someone within her circle might be involved. She needed to find answers and fast.

Later that afternoon, jihyo visited the library to research suho's past. She hoped that understanding his background might provide insights into his behavior and the secrets he was hiding. She combed through old articles and interviews, piecing together snippets of his career and personal life.

What she discovered was intriguing.
Suho had been a celebrated figure skater, known for his intense dedication and formidable skill. However, there were gaps in his history, particularly regarding his personal life. Rumors hinted at a mysterious relationship, but details were sparse.