PERSPECTIVE

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬.

SERIES, SMAU, ENEMIES ??TO LOVERS, MUTUAL FRIENDS, MUTUAL PINING, COMEDY, ANGST, SLOW BURN. MDNI.

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09. BEHIND

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y/n couldn't bear to witness the amount of families showing up for their kin. the joy they bring to each other amped her flaming desire to feel the same. she admit how jealous she was, after all, she worked hard to get a glimpse of their attention.

it wasn't enough apparently, ill show them enough. y/n yells in her mind. the last minute bail was enough to show how much y/n's skating meant to them, but it didn't mean that it suppressed how she will entail her passion to others.

y/n stands in her slick bun, skate guards barely hanging on as she jumps up and down by the benches, easing her limbs before the real performance. she fixes the hem of her dress which was carefully designed by her bestfriends, and her makeup done by herself.

"i'm next." y/n whispers to herself, before reimagining the routine in her head, until she's called upon by the judicators and coach, smacking her arms in an attempt to wake her up. "this is it." she huffs, as she enters the rink, closing her eyes as she feels her feet halt at the centre. she waits until her music plays, and there she snaps again, like an unbreakable aura.

"3..2.. yes, landed perfect-"

"will you stop muttering under your breath? i'm trying to watch her!" jungwon snaps at sunghoon's jittering breath, to which he apologises. "i'm just counting." "count quieter." sunoo whispers, as he applauds for her second axel on the outer rink.

he watches her again, her eyes and her demeanour acting as a burning flame, her frowns and smiles as she interprets her move. the timing, the lands, the skips, the curve of her sway. she's first. she's definitely first. was all sunghoon could think.

y/n glides in reverse, her eyes scanning the crowd again, as part of the dance. sunghoon notices this part, remembering how they locked eyes before. he leans forward, watching her eyes scan away. he watches as she lands her eyes adjacent to him. straight at her smiley friend jungwon, before she turns away, snapping and forming a lutz.

sunghoon leans back, sighing in his head before realising his own actions. it's not like i was waiting for her to look at me. he bitterly laughs at the thought in the back of his mind. jungwon senses the changed demeanour of sunghoon, before nudging him with a smirk smacked on his face. "you wish i was you huh-" to which sunghoon nudges back, shaking his head in an attempt to stop feeding his nonsense.

"the judicators seem more fixated on her. she must be getting harshly marked." jungwon calms down as speaks up at his thought.

"no, they're trying to be fair with her," sunghoon pauses, watching y/n catch her breath as she returns to her starting pose. "she.. she makes it look easy." he mumbles, turning away to cough as she bows to everyone.

it was immediate that the y/n- the last performer- was the best out of the under 25, securing her spot in first. and- importantly upranking her again from 4th, to 3rd of the top 4 U25 national figure skaters, which to her- was olympic level.

she couldn't believe how hard she pushed herself, with the crowd supporting her work. she only managed to see jungwon and the girls, but seeing that the one who helped her here wasn't present made her spirit dry. "why am i so bummed over that guy?" she whispers to herself after cooling down in the locker rooms.

she didn't think much of it.

the chicken dinner was fun, it was often that y/n would place high- so their conversations were nothing but pure chaotic casual, and then night ended young as everyone had something coming up. y/n found herself in the back of her mind again, bugged about the fact that sunghoon was there- as they told her- but he left as soon as she finished.

i need to take my mind off this. was all she could think of, before slamming the pedal towards the rink at the late night. leaving her hair a mess, with only skates and a key to secure her thoughts.

upon her arrival, she finds another on the rink- skating in black as he- pirouettes into the centre, landing perfectly again. she was familiar by the movements, the fluidity- and she couldn't help but stare.

"he's.. perfect."