game changer

part 4

you remembered how park sunghoon had skipped your interview during picture day, leaving you with only one comment from one of the captains involved with the rivalry.

so, you decide to make your way to the hockey rink on campus.

you've heard that sunghoon shows up an hour early to practice. so you think that if you find him now, alone, he'll be more forthcoming. you figure it's worth a shot.

when you reach the rink, you spot him skating alone on the ice, the sound of his skates slicing through the rink echoing in the otherwise quiet space. you glance down hesitantly at the ice below you. it's clean and shiny and hard. you had never been good at skating. the fear of falling and hitting your head was too big of a fear for you.

but you glance over at sunghoon, who hasn't noticed your presence yet, too enthralled by skating. you watch as he jumps in the air, twirling. and you're suddenly taken aback by how graceful the jump was. you thought hockey boys were aggressive and rough. you've seen them tackle each other on the ice all the time, body checking each other into the rink. but now, sunghoon looked delicate and soft as he glided around.

you take one more glance at the ice below you and sigh, knowing that you'll have to face your fear and step onto it. the story was too good to pass up because of a childhood fear.

you take your first step on the ice and figure that it's okay. you keep walking slowly over to where sunghoon was. as you approach sooner, almost forgetting that you were even on ice, you feel your foot slip up into the air. you feel yourself falling, but before you can reach the cold ice, an arm catches you to hold you up.

you open your eyes, and see sunghoon's face over yours, his arm wrapped around you. he has an annoyed expression on his face as he looks down at you. like he's judging you for falling.

but you're struck by how close you are to him. his skin is as pale as the ice beneath you, and for a moment, you just stare at him, caught off guard by his striking features.

"you should be careful," he says, his voice as cool as his demeanor.

you pull away and stand up on the ice, still uneasy. "i am careful," you retort, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

sunghoon raises an eyebrow, his expression distant. he looks you up and down, his eyes landing on your notebook and pen in your hand. "are you here to interview me about hockey?"

you frown, feeling defensive. "uh, i don't know anything about hockey."

sunghoon's curiosity piques. "why are you the sports reporter if you don't know sports?"

your irritation flares. "look, just tell me about the rivalry between the hockey and baseball teams."

unghoon's lips curl into a small, enigmatic smile as he laughs for the first time. the sound catches you off guard, leaving you both confused and nervous.

"the feud that the baseball team started and is constantly complaining about? why don't you go ask them?" he says, his tone dripping with indifference. "i'm busy."

sunghoon starts to turn around, but you question him, "how come you're so good at doing those spins?"

he stops and turns to look at you over his shoulder, "i'm not good." he starts to skate off to the other side of the rink.

you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. park sunghoon is a real piece of work. you start to slowly turn around, your lip pulled between your teeth as you look down at your feet on the ice. you feel your heart start to pound as you try to move across the ice to get off the rink. the ice is just so slippery. you can tell it was cleaned recently.

suddenly, you feel a firm grip around your waist, and before you can react, sunghoon scoops you up in his arms and skates swiftly over to the side of the rink. you're shocked at how fast he moves; it's like he's gliding on air. you've heard that he's the fastest on the ice, but now that he was skating with you, you could tell how fast he really was. he deposits you gently on the edge, where you stand, stunned.

"uh, thanks," you manage to stammer, still trying to process what just happened.

sunghoon scoffs, giving you a quick, dismissive glance before skating back to the center of the rink. you watch him, feeling a mix of confusion and embarrassment. you turn to leave, feeling defeated and empty-handed for your report.

"hey, yn!" sunghoon's voice calls out, making you turn around.

"yeah?" you respond, already halfway to the door.

"why do you want to know about the rivalry anyway?" he asks, his tone oddly curious.

"because it's my job to know,"

with that, you spin on your heel and leave the rink, leaving sunghoon to his practice.

as you walk back to the journalism office, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. park sunghoon and lee heeseung are polar opposites, and it's no wonder they can't stand each other.

sunghoon is so cold like the ice he practices on. he's distant, wrapped up in his own world. there's a certain intensity about him, a focus that's almost intimidating. he's methodical and precise on the ice, every movement calculated and deliberate. he's almost unapproachable with his piercing gaze.

and then heeseung is warm, outgoing and easy to talk to. he's got this effortless charm and friendliness that makes everyone around him feel at ease. he's the guy who lights up a room just by being in it, and it's clear he's well-liked, even if he's a bit of a show-off.

you wonder what might have caused such deep hatred for one another. what could it be that connects them besides their role on a sports team. they're just too different.

your frustration mounts as you think about how little you've uncovered so far. both of them are so closed off to your questions. but it doesn't make you any less determined to get to the bottom of their feud. no matter how much time it takes.

there's a story here, and you're not giving up until you've got it all figured out.