Kpop Oneshots

🤍Sunghoon ~ Ice Angel

[Prompt: After your failed ice skating performance, Sunghoon helps you perfect the move you had messed up]

*Disclaimer: non of Sunghoons words, thoughts, or actions are real nor do they portray the idols true personality. This is purely fiction*
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You had seen him a couple times. In fact he was the reason you were here, sitting on the curbside, the cold air nearly freezing the tears trickling down your cheeks.  It all started about a year ago when you went to pick up your friend from their ice-skating practice.

The ripple of his silk shirt as he glided across the ice. The way the wind ruffled his hair as he picked up his speed. The way his face remained ethereally calm, despite all the onlookers staring at him in awe. The way everyone held their breath as soon as his skates left the ground. And the way everyone cheered as soon as he landed the mid-air twirl.

"What's that boys name?" You asked as soon as your friend got off the ice.

"The one everyone was surrounding?" He replied, unlacing his skates

You nodded.

"Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon. He's an incredible skating prodigy from Korea who's temporarily skating for our team."

Everyone knew him as the ice legend or the ice prodigy, but when he flew across the ice like that, the embodiment of grace and heavenly beauty, you couldn't help but know him as the ice angel.

It has been a year since. Since his spins twirled your heart. Since your dumbass decided to join the ice skating team for him despite having no experience. A whole year, yet you're heart still spun around like crazy when he was near and your knees still wobbled as soon as you got on the ice.

You surveyed your surroundings. The 3 judges sat behind the red clothed table, all high and mighty as if they were royalty. It was true though, they were the kings and queens of the ice rink. But royalty will bow in the presence of an angel, evident by Sunghoons two 1st place medals. But in the same way, royalty grows harsh with a peasant. And with the little skills you had, that's what you considered yourself, an ice peasant.

Whew. You took a deep breath. You got this
y/n. You got this. And then the first note struck, pushing u forward onto the ice. The wind whistled past your ears as you picked up speed, and you let the music take over. With each rise and low in the pitch, your body followed. Arm up. Arm down. Turn. Foot pointed. Reach. Glide. It was going pretty smoothly so far, but you hadn't even noticed, too immersed to realize. That was until disaster struck.

It was the most advanced move you had done so far. A double axle. You had landed it once and your over-enthusiastic coach had decided that she'd include it in your choreography. You knew it was coming. And inevitably the nerves built up one by one. Ignore it , you told yourself, just keep going, keep feeling the music. But like a knife through the heart, it Pericles through your trance, bringing you back to a scary reality. You couldn't do this jump. But alas, you knew he was watching. You knew the team was depending on you. And without much logical thought, you shut your eyes, and kept into the air. You crossed your arms over you chest, holding onto yourself for dear life. And the next few moments were a blur. Your cheek pressed against the ice, you couldn't tell if the throbbing pain was from your body hitting the ice or your heart squeezing in embarrassment. Both. And worst of all, he saw it.

And that was how you ended up here on the curbside outside the rink. Stupid stupid stupid. Why did you agree to do it? To impress him? Or did you really think you could do it? Your mind was a hot mess, anger and blame boiling in your veins. You turned towards the closed outdoor rink. It's all the stupid ices fault. Stupid stupid stupid!