Sunghoon practically bangs his head against his headboard as he flings himself out of bed. He groans in annoyance as he rolls onto his grey carpeted floor, setting a weak hand over his head, wondering why he agreed to all of this. His day job allowed him to sleep in due to his position as a corporal manager but now he was an athlete again - he was an artist.
"Fucking hell," he tuts and pulls himself off floor with his free arm, "this is the guy that's supposedly the saviour," he chuckles and throws his messy white duvet over his king-sized bed, groaning once again at the faint headache that continues to proceed him.
"No, no Sunghoon have faith, " he gently pats himself on the shoulder with a hearty laugh, "believe in yourself," he practically shakes himself, staring into his tired eyes after washing and drying his face. He fumbles around and struggles to find his makeup drawer, pulling out his powder and setting it atop his glassy counter, stained with makeup.
He slathers on his moisturise and uses extra cream to hide the under bags without needing to cake on unnecessary concealer. Practically slapping himself, Sunghoon aggressively smoothes the uneven tones of his skin with an unforgiving glare to himself - staring intently as if he were having a conversation with himself.
"What are you doing?" Riki groans as he stands outside the open bathroom door, "I need to pee," he mumbles quietly before yawning, letting his limp body fall on the door frame.
"I'm gonna be late man - I overslept and why aren't you dressed already?" Sunghoon snaps, not even taking a second to look at the half-asleep boy, until he hears him laugh uncontrollably.
"It's 7 in the morning you twat," Riki tosses his headband at Sunghoon who furrows his brows and snarls at him until the realisation hits him, "doesn't your training start at 9?" he points out, but Sunghoon can't let Riki know that he fumbled.
"I still need to go shopping for skates and something to train in - my old stuff obviously won't cut it," He bites his lip when the lie he managed to cook fools Riki.
"Well, can you get out for two seconds so I can pee?" Sunghoon spares a glance at the annoyed boy and nods, setting his powder in his drawer before waltzing out of the room, "and now that I'm awake - can I help you shop?"
"Sure," He smiles and walks back into his room, looking for a bag to take with him to practice. Sunghoon settles for a bag backpack he has lying around that he hadn't used since he was a teenager.
"Okay, you can use the bathroom now," Sunghoon walks in on Riki now taking up his counter space - make up in hand, hair band and all.
He rolls his eyes and fiddles back into his own head band, pushing Riki aside as they settle to share the space, "That better not be mine," Sunghoon mutters with furrowed brows when Riki reaches into the counter draw.
"I thought we agreed what's mine is yours-"
"Yeah but if I ever touched yours-"
Riki holds up his hands in retaliation, "Okay, okay that was one time and only because it was a really expensive gift," he glares at his best friend through the mirror who has now swiftly moved onto doing his concealer. "I guess Kim Sunoo has really won your heart-"
"What?" Sunghoon tuts. It was too early for this he thinks to himself as he lowers his head.
Riki nudges his shoulder, "I mean I've always wanted to see you figure skate because when we were friends I didn't know you did it that professionally until now - you seemed like you hated it whenever you spoke about it," he explains as he struggles to apply his powder without slapping Sunghoon by accident.
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YOU'RE A FIGURE SKATER!!! | SunSun
Fanfiction"Huh? You gave up figure skating all for that?!" Kim Sunoo was a growing pop artist, a singer among dozens trying to make it big and so far he was doing alright, but just like any singer he started somewhere, with a muse. Enter, Park Sunghoon a pro...
