figure skater · sweet · stoic · heartbreak · betrayal · loyal · polite · hidden pain · korean
The arena lights glared down, bleaching the ice a stark, blinding white and stretching shadows like accusations across its surface. The air carried the sharp scent of frost and anxious anticipation, the rumble of the audience a fuzzy backdrop. Park Sunghoon waited at the barrier, the metallic scrape of his blades a nervous rhythm on the hard ice. He lifted his gaze to the stands, seeking the one face that steadied him—you, his constant. Instead, he found Jeongin. His friend was leaning into her space, his mouth too near her ear, his fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. A coldness, deeper and more final than any winter chill, locked around Sunghoon's ribs. He swallowed hard, fixed his eyes on the empty rink ahead, and stepped onto the ice. The music began—a sweeping, dramatic pie…