YOU'RE A FIGURE SKATER!!! | SunSun

XXIV. Win or Lose

"I wish you were here..." Sunghoon mutters softly to himself as he yawns, resting his head on the wall. He tucks in his feet as he shuffles closer to the side of the curb outside of the building he was just practicing in.

He sighs with a whimsical grin, his fog leaving a cloudy pattern in its wake. His cheeks were tinged the same shade of pink as his fingertip – he didn't realise how could it had become but the mere sight of the singer on his camera made his heart feel fuzzy, consuming his frost-nipped skin in a blanket of warmth that was almost suffocating.

But Sunghoon couldn't help himself.

This is the only thing he wanted to do after practice – he needed to do.

Sunghoon runs his fingers through his hair trying to quiet his voice, another weaker, shakier sigh leaving his parted lips. He couldn't handle more his coach's desperate calls to his investors, he couldn't stand these late nights being unable to sleep only wanting to practice until he broke himself to tears, he couldn't stand the pressure that was oiling on his shoulders from some stupid friendship that didn't even exist anymore.

Sunghoon just needed to breath.

"'Look your hair is all messy, put your camera down!'" Sunghoon is suddenly brought back to reality when he's forced to look back down at his camera, his eyes slightly tearing up at the swarm of emotions that can't help but attack both his heart and throat at the same time. Was this was drowning felt like?

He shakes his head and lightly taps his head, "Focus you idiot," he scolds the voice softly, trying not to look like a lunatic to any passerby. He shuts his eyes for a brief moment and struggles to breath, he chuckles at his ideocracy and taps himself slightly harder on the head again, shaking his hair out of his face.

He looks through the dark strands and realises he has been practicing so hard he had forgotten to cut his overgrown fringe. Sighing, he brushes the hair out of his face, resting his head on his palm. His chest relaxes at the sight of Sunoo's smile, his laughter the way he pushes him away and brings him back in again. Sunghoon let himself go around him and he preferred it that way. For once, connecting was easy and he craved it so badly.

The urge to call and let Sunoo cradle his woes away was a suppression that took more force than keeping himself awake – his voice did that pretty well already – but this other voice was unrelenting. But it was late and one thing Sunghoon craved more than Sunoo was Sunoo's happiness and that meant a good night's sleep, so Sunghoon let him have his peace.

"I love you," he whispers softly, caressing his camera, his voice slightly muffled as he chuckles. "I love you," he struggles to control the volume of his voice as his laughter becomes louder his smile beginning to burn wrinkles into his cheeks as he squeezes his camera, the sudden wave of sleep deprivation hitting him all at once.

"I..." His voice is weak and brittle, but he still smiles, "love you..."

"Sunghoon?"

Startled, Sunghoon clutches his camera tightly, clinging onto the small object as he realises it's probably Coach Lee coming to check up if he had closed the studio properly and scolding him off to bed as he now frequently did.

So, he calls out with an embarrassed yet relieved sigh. "Coach Lee,"

Though the soft sigh and chuckle dismisses his guess. "No, it's Jake actually."

"Jake?" Sunghoon squints, looking up at Jake who seems to have two cans occupying his hands. "What are you doing here? In fact, what are you doing here out this later?" he scoffs, making space on the curb for Jake to take a seat.