park Sunghoon

(REMAKE BECAAUSE THE FIRST ONE WAS ASS) "thin ice" Every morning at 5:00 a.m, the rink echoed with the scrape of blades against fresh ice. you hated mornings. you hated the cold. But most of all, you hated Sunghoon He always arrived with messy hair, a lazy grin, and coffee in one hand like he wasn't about to train for six hours. "You're late," you said without looking at him. He checked the clock. "I'm 30 seconds early" "close enough" you said. He smirked. "Good morning to you too." The coach sighed from across the rink. "Again," she muttered. "The world's most talented pair, and the world's biggest headache." you and Sunghoon had been forced into pair skating two years ago after losing your guys previous partners. Everyone said you and him were perfect together. Their timing was flawless, the lifts looked effortless, and the chemistry on the ice made audiences believe they were in love. Off the ice... you guys could barely survive ten-minute practice without arguing."You dropped me." "You leaned the wrong way." "You counted too fast." "You forgot the choreography." "You stepped on my skate!" "That was an accident." "You've had a lot of accidents." Somehow, despite all the bickering, they kept winning. sunghoon wasn't sure when everything changed. maybe it was after you crashed hard during practice. Everyone rushed toward you. you stood before anyone could help. "I'm fine." But sunghoon noticed your hand shaking. That night, he found an ice pack outside your apartment door with a sticky note. "You're impossible." you never found out it was him. Weeks turned into months. sunghoon learned every tiny thing about you. you always hummed movie soundtracks when you stretched. you counted every jump under her breath. you smiled at dogs before you smiled at people. you pretended not to care about winning, but every loss kept you awake for days. He noticed everything. She noticed nothing