NCT Oneshots {ot23} | open

Jewels: MarkHyuck

▹prompt: markhyuck skating in the 90s love behind video :D
▹word count: 1987
▹genre: fluff
▹warnings: n/a

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Mark is entranced. Totally fixated on the performance in front of him. The skater glides across the ice in a fantastic display of twirls and leaps, the ruby jewels on his outfit glinting under the spotlight following him. The music flows through his limbs and he hits every single beat without fail. Mark flinches when his body flies through the air in a complex twist, but breathes a sigh of relief when his skates land perfectly and continue to slide across the ice in the routine he has memorised, not a single hitch in the movements.

And Mark knows Haechan has it memorised, because he was always there to cheer him on during most rehearsals. All except one, and that was when Haechan came to the rink on his own in the middle of the night to squeeze in some extra practice. When Mark found out, he'd been livid; Haechan didn't need that extra practice as he had already nailed the routine weeks ago, and he should have been resting instead.

But Mark also knows that ice skating is Haechan's life. The younger has been one with the ice since he was only four years old and at sixteen, when him and Mark first got together, he entered his first competition. It was a small one, nothing major, but winning that first medal was everything for him. Bronze, not gold, but it offered the motivation to pursue his dreams. And now, at twenty, he's mastered every single move there is to master in figure skating, and is competing in his twenty-second major competition. Renowned across the whole of South Korea in all the youth championships, he's the favourite to win.

When he strikes a final pose, Mark jumps to his feet, whooping and cheering and chanting his boyfriend's name until his throat burns raw and his hands sting, hot with excitement and relief and the thrill of seeing Haechan fly across the ice.

Haechan effortlessly skates around the edge of the rink to take a few bows before he disappears behind the scenes. Mark wrings his hands together as he sits back down. Both his heart and mind know his boyfriend is more than capable of winning. He never believes anything but. All the other skaters had been just as immaculate, but Haechan had been indescribably breath-taking. He executes each move with a unique flair that Mark just cannot resist.

Yes, Mark might be biased - Haechan is the first and last love of his life - but that doesn't make his undying support for him any less valid.

The lights come up in the rink and the chatter dies down when the skaters file back out. Mark's eyes find Haechan immediately, the red jewels unmissable.

The judges read the rankings, from fifth to first place, as always. Mark clasps his hands in front of his chest, eyes shut in quiet prayer.

Haechan's name isn't read out.

But then it is.

First place.

Mark hollers with pride, jumping to his feet, not caring about seeming dramatic. Tears blur his vision, so he wipes his eyes with determination to watch Haechan receive his shining medal and bouquet, a gigantic assortment of red and white roses that obscure half his face, leaving just enough for their eyes to meet. Mark smiles like a lunatic, fixed on his boyfriend for what feels like eternity.

The spectators start to leave, but Mark pushes his way through the crowd, down the steps to seek out his boyfriend. He finds Haechan already talking with his parents by the edge of the rink. They pat his back and hug him tight, his mother on the verge of joyful tears and father beaming with praise.

"My son, I'm so proud of you."

Haechan turns his head round, eyes scanning the scene, clearly looking for Mark, then when he spots him he passes the flowers to his parents and races up to the elder.