YOU'RE A FIGURE SKATER!!! | SunSun

V. False hope

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Sunoo gently strums his fingers against the tightened strings of his bass guitar, drumming on the edge of the hollow wood as he stares wearily at the mirror sitting across from him. It was slightly tilted and was more of a picture frame that a mirror but for some odd reason the reflective surface made his guitar look just right.

The sigh that follows each note is hearty and almost falls into its own rhyme. It's the type of silence that couldn't be described but the notes were so low, and his voice was so quiet it might as well have been routine natural noises.

Well, that was until his phone chimed in.

His fingers hesitated, and his heart shuddered in his chest. Sunoo squeezed his eyes shut when the hope of a specific someone calling him springs high in his mind, though he still kept his eyes shut when he felt around for his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Sunoo," Oh. It wasn't-wait. "I rang the doorbell but you haven't answered, are you home?"

Why now? Sunoo looks around, obviously panicked. "Yeah, uh ill be right there mum." Shit. His place was a mess and his mind even busier. What business did she have over here without a call-in advance? But Sunoo had no time to worry, it was time to appease for a few minutes, that's all.

Pulling himself off the floof that his pale blue bean bag had reduced to, he cautiously reaches for his keys and takes in another gust of air before opening the door. "I didn't expect to see you here."

His lips curl into smile, his plasticky texture of his skin and the way his teeth mould into one skinny rectangular brick goes unnoticed by his mother who simply nods and manages to manovour around Sunoo's stiff body, making her way into his living room.

"D-do you want to eat anything or-" Sunoo practically chases after her, dashing to the kitchen with that same grin and his mother ponders for a second before nodding, her eyes looking at her skinny fingers, the bejewelled rings on her index and ring finger bobbing around as if they were floating in the water.

"Maybe some tea would be nice," She smiles before returning to goggling at the diamonds she adorned.

He quickly nods, smile dropping as he reaches over to turn on the kettle and fill it with water. "So, what brings you here on such short notice?" Though his smile has dissolved, his voice still placates and dances around her ears as if not to hurt her.

"I haven't heard from you in a while, Sunoo," She states plainly. "Do you not think I would be worried about you?"

At that, he scoffs, and the looming feeling burst over and boil almost immediately, "then why don't you call?"

"I'm here aren't I, Sunoo?"

His mother forces her gaze away from her hands and instead eyes the interior of Sunoo's shared home, "So, how's your career been going Sunoo?"

"Good." It's only been five minutes and still Sunoo can barely stand this. The atmosphere already bathing in unsaid words and its obvious his mother knows what she's doing. He doesn't need to stare her in the face to know.

"What do you mean 'good'?" His mother presses further and at that Sunoo rolls his eyes, barely over pouring the tea and he skips the sugar before serving it to her.

Setting the plate and cup on the table set out in front of the sofa, Sunoo doesn't spare a glance at her, "I mean," he curls his fingers into a tight fist, trying to release his emotions covertly, "I'm going on a tour in the next few weeks. My song, it charted-"

"That kid," His mother cuts in, setting down her cup on the table, and he can feel her eyes bore holes into the back of his head, "Heeseung was it? His songs keep charting higher than yours. He even charted number one and he's on his second tour."