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Genre is angst which mean this story will be emotional / sad in a not good way. Idol : Park Sunghoon Part one
Y/N had always believed that there was something magical about Park Sunghoon. Not just because he was a talented figure skater, but because of the way he carried himself—gentle, soft-spoken, and impossibly kind. They met one winter evening, when the snow was falling in delicate, shimmering flakes, and Sunghoon had been practicing on the rink near her apartment. His movements were fluid, a perfect blend of grace and strength, like he was dancing with the wind.
She had watched him from a distance for weeks, mesmerized, until one day he noticed her. Their eyes met, and in that instant, something unspoken passed between them—a connection that would only grow stronger as the seasons changed.
For months, they shared quiet conversations, moments under the dim glow of streetlights, and the kind of comfortable silences that felt like home. Sunghoon had a way of making her feel like she was the only person in the world when he looked at her. He never said it, but Y/N could see it in the way he held her hand, in the way he would brush a lock of hair from her face, his touch gentle as if afraid she might disappear.
But as time passed, Sunghoon became more distant. He would leave for longer stretches, and when he returned, there was an air of exhaustion about him. The sparkle in his eyes began to fade, replaced by a quiet melancholy that Y/N couldn't ignore. She asked him about it once, and he smiled—though it didn't reach his eyes.
"It's nothing," he said. "Just... the pressure of it all."
Y/N didn't press further, but she knew. She knew because she could see the toll his dream was taking on him. Every competition, every practice—he was pushing himself harder, faster, as if trying to outrun something he couldn't escape.
Then came the day when he no longer came to her. No calls, no texts, no quiet visits under the moonlight. Just silence. It lasted for weeks, until she finally saw him again, standing at the rink's edge. His figure was smaller somehow, more fragile, and there was an undeniable sadness in his eyes.
"Sunghoon..." she whispered, taking a hesitant step forward.
He turned to her, and for the first time, he let the mask fall. His shoulders sagged under the weight of the world, and in a voice barely above a whisper, he spoke the words that broke her heart.
"I'm leaving," he said, his voice trembling.
Y/N felt the world stop around her, the air thick with the weight of his words. She couldn't breathe. "What do you mean... leaving?"
His lips quivered as if the words themselves were too much to say. "I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that everything's fine when it's not. My body... it's breaking down. And my heart, Y/N..." He stopped, his eyes full of unspoken sorrow. "I'm not the same person anymore. I'm sorry."
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't move. She couldn't. Not when she knew that the man standing before her was fighting battles she would never understand.
"Sunghoon, please... you don't have to do this alone."
He shook his head slowly, a sad smile forming on his lips. "I don't want to hurt you, Y/N. I've hurt you already by staying."
The silence between them stretched out, so heavy it felt as though time itself had paused. She took a step forward, reaching out for him, but he gently pulled back.
"I'll always love you," he said, his voice cracking. "But sometimes, love isn't enough to keep going."
And with that, Sunghoon turned away from her for the last time, his figure fading into the snow, leaving her standing alone, the cold settling deep into her bones.
She would always love him too, but the pain of loving someone who was slipping away—physically, emotionally—was too much to bear.
That night, Y/N sat at the edge of the rink, watching the empty space where he once skated, wondering if she would ever stop hearing the echoes of his last words, wondering if she would ever forget the way he had loved her so beautifully, even as he was losing himself.
