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

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10. COFFEE!

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

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18. GRADUATED FROM LOSER ACADEMY

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

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19. ON MY WAY! ..MDNI.

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sunghoon without hesitation envelopes y/n with a hug as she welcomes him through the door. absolutely tumbled by his mass, she finds herself pinned by his arms, with his eyes a little red and cheeks, a little stained.

"hoon.." she cooes, bringing a hand to his cheek only for him to look away. she understands his fragile appearance, daring not to address his vulnerable manner, but she couldn't stop looking at how red his ears got the moment he walked in.

"c-can i have water?" he stutters again, a habit when he's flustered. "of course, let me." y/n offers, pushing him off as she quickly gestures him to the mini table. "blue!" y/n whistles as she calls for her cat, giving the mellow guy some company as she fills up his cup.

"can i stay the night?" sunghoon blurts, fidgeting with his fingers as he watches her walk towards him with cups. y/n freezes as she places down his drink, looking at his eyes which were full of plea. she tilts her head in confusion, ears red. "i? um- i mean, yes but, explain?" she stutters, sitting down next to him as he gulps the water down.

"my father, he keeps trying to send people to put me back in that firm. i don't want to go, but he keeps insisting- for a better family image of course." he breathes, looking down as blue stretches on his lap.

"i told him i don't want to. i want to continue my career in skating. i've done it since i was child, only stopped a few years back- but my coach, my teachers- the guys, and you," he pauses, looking at y/n, "you would support me."

y/n smiles, resonating with his words. "y'know, my family doesn't support me either. that's why they always make up excuses not to see me." she sighs, "i guess that's why when i'm on the ice- i feel as if i need to show them how good i really am. i want to-"

"prove them wrong?" sunghoon finishes her sentence. "who knew we were the same after all." he chuckles, to which y/n playfully elbows him. "that's what i've been trying to tell you but, i guess you were just too jealous of me back then." she huffs, making him burst into a laugh. "i admit, i was super obsessed." he replies,

"and it drove me crazy at one point."

. . . ?

"how so?" y/n tilts her head. sunghoon shakes his head. sunghoon's eyes avert away, fingers cold as he stutters. "no, i don't wanna say." he rejects, to which y/n eventually poked his sides for an answer, "tell me, or ill try and force the answer out!" y/n groans. sunghoon watches her frustration, labelling it under the same attitude as her cat.

"do it. try and force it out." sunghoon smirks, "you wouldn't." he says as he takes off his blazer, sitting on the couch- admiring the city night view of her apartment.

y/n always found that cocky smirk of his so aggravating, but after seeing how egotistic he's willing to be- y/n wants to be break it all down, push his limits of embarrassment. at this point, y/n doesn't need an answer, she'll just drive him crazy in her own way.

y/n stands in his way, looking down as she grabs his white collar by her fingertips, her legs pinning him down. she hovers over his lap as she snakes both of her hands to his hot cheeks.

sunghoon couldn't help but look at her expression, so confident and alluring, and the way she had him caged by her limbs made his heart pounce out his chest. sunghoon is absolutely surprised by this sudden movement, and he can't deny how much he's enjoying it. y/n couldn't believe what she's doing, but it felt great to talk back to his pride every once in a while.

"even if i did this, you wouldn't tell me?" y/n purrs, almost whispering her words out, breathing it on his neck. sunghoon was speechless, ears red, cheeks too, his lips quivering as his neck tickled from her breath.

"never." was all he could say, with a broken smile. at this point y/n was on top of him, hands snaked on his shoulders as he stares up at her as her hair droops down on their sides. "park sunghoon." she calls, and he looks at her eyes that were filled with determination. "tell me how obsessed you are," she pleads, her lips moving closer to his ears again, "or, it's better if you show me." and all he could do was smile, a shit-eating grin on his face.

sunghoon has always been prideful man, but a horny one? that was rare. too vulnerable. too, risky. but for her? the y/n? the one he thinks about?

sunghoon heard those last few words and caged her with his arms, carrying her to her room- slamming the door as he plops her down with one arm.

his knee was forcefully wedged in between her thighs as he smashes his lips against her neck. "you wanna know so bad, huh?" he grunts as he peppers her all over. "those nights, alone-" he whispers through her silent moans, her hands gripping his arms as he continues to move on top.

"stressed and mad that your 'friends' were with you, holding you, posting you-" he groans, bringing his hand to squeeze y/n's hips, snaking his hands under her shirt and pants. "you even gave them nicknames?" he spat, shaking his head as he tugs on her clothes. "you started to know i only like it when you call me."

"i wanted you so bad, i fought the urge every night to do it." he furrows his brows, looking at her hazy eyes. y/n felt the heat pool around her, she was full of slick and she knew. she knew what she was doing to provoke him when he was away. and she knew that sunghoon knew.

"don't be shy with me now, princess." he grabs her hips closer to his. he unbuckles his belt with one hand, as he caresses her chin with the other. "i've trained and worked with you for so long, i know your body well."

y/n could only lowly grin, whispering a series of cooes as he kisses her slowly. his kisses distract her with the stretch of her insides, and y/n had to admit she never felt this size. she was surprised with how soft he handled her despite his sharp tongue.

"so tight." he whimpers as he gracefully holds onto her sides, admiring the view. "you want more?" he asks, "don't be shy."

"i told you already, hoon." she arcs herself, presenting her dimly lit body under him. "show me."

sunghoon smirked, pushing himself all the way in. y/n moans, arching back as he continues to thrust deeper, and deeper.

"want you so bad, 'need you s'bad." was all he could muster, silencing her words with more kisses. he fucked her hard; so much that they kept reaching their high so they opted for more positions, and eventually sunghoon made her face the mirror. y/n could only whimper by his touch, and that response made him know it was okay.

"don't fucking ask me this again." as he thrusts deeply again, making y/n close. "hoon-" "i know, im also gonna-" "in me, please-" their breaths hitch as he releases, relieved to know that she could take it in without consequences.

the night was nowhere near young anymore, and the two were out of breath- washed up and lounging on the bed with sunghoon only in sweatpants and y/n in her undergarments pulling the sheets over eachother. "was i too harsh, baby?" he looks at the marks on y/n's hips and waist, only for y/n to crack a smile. "maybe, but it felt good.. way too good." her tone sleepy, pulling herself closer to his body.

sunghoon wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead as he rubs his thumb around on her back. "i love you." was all he could muster as he whispers to her, watching her drift away in his arms. his core becomes warm, and his demeanour changes, softening- and he smiles, snuggling into her hair.

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

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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."

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

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17. PRETTY GIRL,

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y/n placed perfect scores for each element, her body twisting and turning as she breathes, heaving, crying after seeing the judicators nod to her performance. she couldn't believe it. the sequins of her dress glittered the ice around her, and the moonlight of the stage carried her body as if she swam across the rink.

the seasonal championships have ended with y/n's dear smile plastered across the screen, and the hugs of her fellow coaches and rivals have deemed her confidence worthy of securing the top Under 25 skater. life and game changing, y/n had it all. as the crowd begins to pack it up, sunghoon watches y/n's every move, looking at the way she takes her phone- on par to the rhythm of the bubbles that show up on his phone screen.

sunghoon couldn't believe the beauty of ice skating. yes, it was amazing when he played, but this. this? incomparable. sunghoon took it enough to realise the beauty of skating didn't come from the passion alone- her everything was enough to show it. his hands gripped onto the bouquet of flowers after watching her tear, and his heart stung with a million hot thorns after seeing her search for the crowd. sunghoon grabs his phone to text her, too focused at the keyboard than the group of friends eyeing him. "sunghoon, go to her." sunoo slaps his arms, pointing at y/n who began to walk towards the locker rooms.

sunghoon booked it.

he held a precious bouquet of flowers, a few (too many) bags of gifts, and a nervous face. he doesn't know how to face her, he doesn't know how to do it; but if it makes her feel better, he'll give it all he can.

y/n finally replies to his message, turning around to find sunghoon there, breathing short breaths in his black suit, a few hairs out of place, and his eyes roaming all around her face.

"sunghoon-" y/n gasps, seeing the man before her drop everything. he wraps his arms tightly around her waist, his hands supporting her back as he doesn't hesitate to put his face in the crook of her neck.

"congratulations, y/n. and- happy birthday." he stutters. too afraid to let go. y/n's heart pounds aggressively. it already shuddered the moment he texted her, and it exploded the moment he stood there in front of her, too good for her eyes.

"hoon..." she whispers, tears welting in her eyes. the voice paired with his nickname was enough to make sunghoon melt, to which he lets go, pulling up her chin to face him better.

"what's wrong, pretty?" he cooes, brows furrowing as he watches a tear fall down her sides.

"why did you come watch? you left your internship!" she felt guilty, and sunghoon understood, it wasn't a good idea, but this? this is what was right. "why wouldn't i? you're my favourite skater." he croaks, drying away her tears that spill out with his thumb.

"you're a liar, with the way you talk- i don't even think you like me-" y/n gets interrupted by a shove of bouquets and bags worth of expensive jewellery.

"if i really didn't, would i have booked a jet here? hm?" sunghoon smirks, bowing down to look closer at y/n's face who in return avoids his by looking away. "whatever. thanks for the birthday gift." y/n pouts, to which sunghoon laughs.

"this isn't your birthday gift," sunghoon leans in closer, tucking away y/n's flyaways after she puts down her hair. "this is your 'i'm sorry, i admit you're the best skater in the world.' gift."

y/n furrows her brows, about to protest with the amount of things he bought. "my birthday gift, is this." he says, leaning closer before grabbing her waist, snaking his hands under her hair, pulling her close; and roughly smashing his lips on hers. his lips were soft, and they got warmer the longer they stayed on y/n, and all she could do was melt- feeling the exchange of heat through eachother's bodies. all y/n prayed was for an upper being to give her strength, as she believed the kiss took her legs out already.

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