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The world was always quiet just before he hit the ice.
Not the stands — they roared with camera clicks and chants, flags waving like the flurry in his chest — but inside Sunghoon’s head, it was still. Still, and cold. The kind of cold that made you feel like glass. Beautiful. Breakable.
He took his position center rink, exhaled slowly, and bowed his head.
This was it. Grand Prix Final. His long program. His comeback.
He could already hear the commentators narrating his return, the judges waiting to be impressed, the eyes of every young skater in the nation watching him with sharpened hope. They called him “the Ice Prince,” after all. He was supposed to glide. To rule. To win.
The music began. His body moved.
It was instinct at first — years of training carved into his bones — and for a moment, it felt right. Powerful. Weightless.
Then came the jump.
A quadruple loop he’d landed a hundred times in practice, a thousand in his mind. But something wavered. His axis tilted. The blade kissed the ice at the wrong angle. And just like that—
—he fell.
The thud echoed louder than the music.
He hit the ice with enough force to knock the wind from his chest. Gasps filled the arena. His hand twitched toward his knee. His pride stung more than his body ever could.
The music played on. But Sunghoon didn’t move right away.
Something inside him had shattered. And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t sure if he could keep skating.
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Two months later, he sat quietly in the back of a dim rink, hoodie up, sunglasses on, knee aching.
That’s when he saw him.
A boy — no, a young man — twirling across the ice with bare hands, a sweater too big for his frame, and music playing only from his phone speaker. His moves were less about perfection and more about emotion. Each gesture a sentence, each spin a sigh.
Sunghoon couldn’t look away.
He didn’t know the boy’s name.
Didn’t know that this moment would change everything.
Didn’t know that the one who danced like poetry on ice…
…would soon choreograph the next chapter of his life.