YOU'RE A FIGURE SKATER!!! | SunSun

XIII. Go back

Sunghoon unlocks the door, heart finally getting the time to process the almost kiss he couldn't stop thinking about. His smiles stretches so widely he's forced to slap his hand over his mouth, sucking in a deep breath as he struggles to control himself.

The house is oddly quiet when he approaches his room. "Riki?" He calls out gingerly, scanning his barren room as he remembers the events that ensued just before he came home. "Riki?"

He calls out again, this time confused and worried, searching through Riki's room and it doesn't take long for him to realise that he's not there either. Frustrated, Sunghoon takes a seat on his bed and feels around for his phone in his side pocket, eyes landing on the sketch book and pencil, noticing how the page is unwritten in.

Picking up the sketch book, Sunghoon notices that a page has been ripped out. He looks between his phone and the trash can and decides to look through his bin for the paper and it doesn't take long for him to find the discarded drawing. He analysis the image carefully, and though he can only make out two eyes and a faint outline of a face he already knows who it is. It's scribbly and seems as if it took less then a minute for Riki to draw but it's almost as if he's drawn this face fifty times before which only further confirms his growing suspicions.

The only thing that still confuses him is why Riki had ran off.

Walking back over to his bed, Sunghoon dials up Riki's number and calls but is sure he won't answer as when he was going to practice he hadn't picked up any of his calls but it had been well over an hour now so he must have more time now.

"Your call cannot be accepted at this time—"

But Sunghoon just tries again and again, being met with the same automated notation over and over again. He begins to wonder where Riki could've ran off to. Usually it would be to one of Sunoo's concerts or to train but he would've message him about either of those – and it wouldn't have been this abrupt.

Sunghoon struggles to understand the sequence of events and wonders who else might know of Riki's whereabouts. "Hey, Heeseung?" He hums, his leg bouncing on the edge of the bed as he maintains his neutral tone that he had spent years mastering.

"Hey, Hoon, what's up?" His nonchalant response allows Sunghoon to relax a bit.

"Do you happen to know where Riki is?" Sunghoon picks at his thumb nail, forcing his hand away from his lips, "he's not home and he's not answering my calls."

Heeseung remains silent for a second and Sunghoon silently pleads that he's over at his house. "No, I don't – didn't he leave you a message before leaving?" he suggests and Sunghoon says no.

"Well, could you give him a call?" At that, Heeseung agrees and states he was already planning on doing that which gives Sunghoon a second to breath. "Thanks, Hee. I'm sure he's alright though, it's just pretty late now that's all."

"Yeah, yeah no worries that little rascal is probably trying to act all mysterious," Heeseung teases and Sunghoon would be inclined to agree if not for the events that had played out just a few hours ago. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow for burgers at lunch?"

Shoot. Sunghoon had completely forgotten. "Oh, I have practice then – I'm really sorry Hee,"

"Nah, that's alright – it's nice to see you're getting back into figure skating," He reassures before ending the call, leaving Sunghoon to ponder on the situation by himself once again.

Sunghoon purses his lips and thinks to himself once again, squeezing his hair and he forces his mind to think of something else he could do. Looking over at his skates, set on the opposite side of his room, Sunghoon cringes at the thought but tries anyways.