please and thanks !! idol!niki x newly debuted idol!reader. Them doing a dance challenge
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Niki was tall. Like, really tall, okay? And, it's not that you weren't...you were pretty tall too but...damn. Just, damn.
You tried not to fiddle too much with the sleeves of your sweater as you bowed, face red. "Ah, hello Seonbae..." You managed, just barely. Fuck, fuck, fuck you weren't usually this nervous.
"Hey, hey, no need to be so formal," He said, a cool, lazy grin spreading across his features. "We're like, the same age, no?"
"Yes but-"
"But nothing." Niki leaned against the wall. "You may have debuted a few years after, but formality is suffocating. Let's speak casually."
You gulped. He was so close. So, so close.
Now, normally, you wouldn't care. You'd grown up with a brother who had no concept of personal space. But come on, this was Nishimura Riki. Like, 4th-gen dance prodigy Ni-Ki from ENHYPEN. Like, your idol. Someone you'd literally looked up to since you first became a trainee under HYBE.
And boy, had you been loud about it. You had just gone through the most embarrassing cancellation of your life for saying you wanted to dance with him at some point in your career. And here he was, a squadron of staff standing behind him.
Holy fuck, it was real.
You bowed one more time, this time at a 45 degree instead of a 90. "Yes, Seonbae."
"Seriously, call me Niki."
You both stood shoulder to shoulder as you taught him the dance. It was amazing how quick he learned it too. Sure, he didn't do the movements exactly, but you didn't expect him to. Most boys weren't keen on throwing it back...Anyways.
It took you no more than twenty minutes to teach, film, and say your goodbyes. Would it be cliché to say you wished it could've been longer? Probably.
As the staff trailed off into the endless Inkagayo hallways, Niki nudged you, grinning. "Hey, you're pretty good."
You forced a grin on your face. "Not too bad yourself."
"She speaks!"
"I've been speaking this whole time!"
"Like a robot."
You laughed, crossing your arms. "Well, can you blame me? I almost got hated off the planet for saying it'd be cool to dance with you."
"Touche." Niki raised an eyebrow. "Fans can be intense."
"Tell me about it."
He handed you a sandwich from a nearby table and winked. "Call me."
You lifted the sandwich slightly as he walked off, seeing a small, smudged series of numbers, and laughed.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ | Synopsis: You are one of the best female figure skaters in Korea until your accident. You break your ankle at nationals, ruining your chances of skating competitively again. Until Park Sunghoon arrives in your life. This equally ambitious "ice prince" could be your ticket to your old life...and so much more...
Six months. Six months, two weeks, and three days. That's how long you'd been skating with Sunghoon. It felt like a fever dream, him lifting you, the feeling of the cold air against your cheeks. Sometimes, it seemed like it would all fall away if you even blinked too quickly.
You and Sunghoon had grown close over those months. He was familiar now. You no longer stiffened at his touch (in fact, sometimes, you felt overjoyed by his small displays of affection), you never pulled away from him.
And most importantly, you weren't putting up any kind of front.
There was an unspoken static between you; a signal neither of you could quite tap into...you couldn't tell if that was purposeful on his part, but you had let it fade to background noise, mostly.
Today, you hadn't seen Sunghoon at all, though. Which was certainly concerning, considering today was the final day of your skating competition in Kyeongsan.
"God," You muttered, checking your phone for the 500th time. "Where could he be?"
"Stop worrying so much," Yunjin said, slinging an arm over your shoulder. "He's probably like...doing his hair or something."
You scoffed. "Sunghoon?"
"He's well kept!"
"Hardly."
Another glance at your phone. You were going insane. It was already 8:22 and your call time was 8:30. A headache started to form in the back of your head. From stress or the ungodly-tight bun? You had no idea.
"Y/n!"
You whipped around when you heard the familiar voice, crossing your arms. "Finally. Where were you?"
Sunghoon smirked, crossing his arms. "Gotta look pretty for the judges."
"Told you!" Yunjin said in a sing-song voice.
"Whatever." You quickly took your guards off your skates, taking a deep breath. "We don't have time for this." Without warning, you grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the ice. "It's time for warmup."
"Okay, okay."
He let you drag him on the ice, stumbling slightly. "Jeez, what's got your panties in a twist?"
You shot him a glare, pushing off onto the smooth surface. You'd gotten better at it, the taking off. You could glide after one or two pushes; it was no longer a stuttering start like before. It made you feel like you could breathe again.
These days, breathing got hard.
"Seriously, Y/n," Sunghoon muttered, catching up to you, "What's wrong? You've been off lately." His tone was softer now.
"Nothing."
"It's not nothing."
"Leave it."
You sped up, prepping for a jump. 1...2...stop.
Your toe pick hit the ice, and you fell forward, knees hitting the ice. Fuck.
A spray of snow hit your leg as Sunghoon got to your side, helping you up. "Y/n, we don't have to be here." He pulled you close, slightly. "It's not a big deal."
"Yes! Yes, we do!" You pushed him away.
It was a big deal. It was. It was your first competition, and it would be your first win since you broke your ankle almost two years ago. Why couldn't he understand that?
Sunghoon pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, okay. Let's just... practice the routine, okay?"
With a deep breath, you nodded. "Okay."
When you got back to the hotel, Sunghoon stopped you at your door. "Hey, what was that today?"
You paused, hand lingering on the door knob. "Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing."
He shook his head, hand tugging you to face you. "Hey, Y/n, talk to me."
You took a shaky breath. "Hoon, I can't do this right now." His touch burned into your skin as if branding you. You wanted so bad to lean into his gentle embrace, but you couldn't. You just couldn't.
"Y/n, we're friends," Sunghoon said softly.
"Are we?"
"Yes, we are."
You closed your eyes, counted to three, and then looked back at him. "I really can't do this right now."
"Okay." He sighed, pulling away. "But we need to talk tomorrow."
"Okay."
He walked across the hall to his room before turning. "Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
The train ride back to Seoul was hell. Both of you were silent, you with your legs curled to your chest, him staring out the window. Yunjin (bless her soul) had seemed to sense the tension and escaped via a flight back to the US. God, you wished you had gone with her.
About an hour in, you finally took a deep breath. "Hoon."
He took out one of his earbuds, raising his eyebrows. "Hm?"
You took a deep breath, leaning your head against the windowsill, feeling the hum of the train through the glass. "I'm sorry about yesterday."
Sunghoon sighed, fiddling with the wires of his earbuds. "I just...Look, Y/n. I just...I don't know."
You didn't know either.
"I'm sorry," You repeated, backing up a little.
"I know."
You didn't talk to him for a week, and it was torture. You had never checked your phone that many times in one day, and you had never stalked someone's page so thoroughly. Yet, here you were, watching his every move from afar like a creepy, desperate ex.
When you saw him at the rink, you avoided him like the plague. It wasn't like he was trying to talk to you either, though. You didn't know how to feel about that. On one hand, he was leaving you alone. On the other, he was leaving you alone.
Yunjin handed you a coffee, raising her eyebrow as you stared off at Sunghoon. "This tension is not fun to be in the middle of."
You sighed, taking it with a soft hand. "You're not in the middle of anything."
"I have to watch you stare at him like he's sin itself every day for at least an hour."
You scowled. "Look, I just...I don't know! What am I supposed to do?"
"Uh, talk to him?"
"Fuck no."
She gave you a look. "Look, I know you two have something going on and I'm frankly tired of having to watch you drool over each other every. single. day. Just ask the man on a date!"
"That is not what's happening," You countered. "He's mad at me for God knows what."
"For being a bitch?"
"Rude."
Yunjin sighed. "Look, Y/n, you have been kind of a bitch lately."
"How?" Yunjin gave you a look that made your shoulders sink in slightly. "Okay, maybe I have been but-" You sighed. "Yunjin I can skate again." Your voice was quiet. "What if...what if...I don't know. What if that's all that's between us? Skating. And what if I mess shit up and then he leaves and I don't even have that anymore?"
She stared at you for a moment, then sighed, a streak of freshly dyed red hair falling across her face. "Look, Y/n I understand you're freaked out but it's Park Sunghoon we're talking about. That man is in love with you."
"No, he's not."
"Y/n. Look at him."
You looked out the window to see Sunghoon staring at you with tired eyes. He quickly looked away as soon as your eyes met, like a movie cliche. And your heart ached.
"I can't afford to lose him," You said, finally.
"You won't."
Sunghoon sat across from you, hands folded, eyes down. He looked like a kicked puppy, and you couldn't tell if his sulking was genuine or if he was just playing with you.
For a moment, you didn't say anything.
"Y/n I-"
"Sunghoon-"
You both stopped short.
"You go-"
"No, you..."
Again. You both stopped, looking down.
"Okay," You said slowly. "Sunghoon, I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I'm just really freaked out, okay? I don't want to lose all of this again, and now that I have you-" Your breath hitched. "Now that I have you, it's an even bigger risk. I don't want to lose you either."
Sunghoon couldn't fight the smirk blooming on his lips. "So...you want me..."
You sputtered. "Wh- I...Wow. Way to ruin a moment. Here I am genuinely-"
You couldn't speak anymore because his lips were on yours and the table was pressing into your stomach as he kissed you. God, this fucker was kissing you.
With a squeal, you pushed him away. "Now what the fuck was that?"
He smiled lazily. "What did I read you wrong?"
You stopped for a moment. "I mean no but- Dude. You really have to ask before you go around kissing people. Really. You could get in so much trouble."
He stood, pulling you up in his arms. "So, so many words. How about we just stop talking for a while..."
"What's with all these cheesey lines?" You huffed. Though as hard as you tried, you couldn't fight the grin spreading across your face.
"They're just for you," Sunghoon cooed, his lips finding yours. "Now what do you say we get out of here?"
"Okay," You breathed.
"Okay."
A/N wow, only took me a year and a half to finish this HELP ME
₊˚⊹ ᰔ | Synopsis: You are one of the best female figure skaters in Korea until your accident. You break your ankle at nationals, ruining your chances of skating competitively again. Until Park Sunghoon arrives in your life. This equally ambitious "ice prince" could be your ticket to your old life...and so much more...
₊˚⊹ ᰔ | TW: Swearing, uncensored depression
₊˚⊹ ᰔ | Tags: Figure skater!Sunghoon x figure skater!reader, fluff
You watched the girl glide across the ice, lips pursed. Her long limbs were stretched out, her brow furrowed in concentration. The lines she painted on the rink formed a map of graceful jumps and spins. You wanted to follow her, you wanted to skate beside her. Your whole body begged for you to throw on the skates you’d yet to take from your locker.
But you could not.
“Juyeon has improved so much,” Coach Lee said, coming to sit by you. “She’s almost as good as you were.”
Were. A simple, sharp word that caused so much damage.
“Mmh,” You replied. “She has potential.”
“As did you.”
Your fists curled in your lap, and you stood. “Excuse me,” You said cooly, walking away. Hurt and anger bubbled in you.
On some level, you knew that going to the rink would never be good for you. That by sittng here watching other’s live your dream, you were only hurting yourself more. But even after knowing your skating career was over for eighteen months, you could not help but hope. Hope there was a chance of you flying again.
With a deep breath, you walked to the cafe inside, leaning on the counter.
“Yunjin,” You said, flagging down your friend. “The usual.”
She raised her eyebrow, handing you an already-made latte. “Saw Coach Lee walk over and figured you’d lose it soon enough.”
You scoffed. “I did not lose it. She just…”
“She’s just Coach Lee,” Yunjin said with a sigh. “I feel bad for her new pupil. Just moved to Seoul or something. Got stuck with her.”
A scowl captured your features. “Some new prodigy she’ll probably boast to me about.” You sipped your coffee finding it still hot. “I can’t stand her.
“He is good,” Yunjin moved from behind the counter to sit on the bar stools with you. “But honestly, Y/n, you need to stop coming here. I know…this was everything to you, and its been over a year.”
“I know.” You stared at your coffee cup. “I mean I do actually skate from time to time.” And it was wonderful when you did. Just having two feet on the ice again meant so much to you, but it wasn’t enough. You could never fly again, and that’s what you needed.
“I know that too,” Yunjin took your hand in hers, “But it hurts you more to be here. You need to go to another rink or…I don’t know. It hurts me to see you like this.”
“Is it bad I don’t want to give up yet?”
Your friend took a deep breath. “Well…remember how the doctor said if you continue physical therapy, things may work out again? I mean, you’ve already got your waltz back right? I don’t want you to have false hope, I really don’t. But if you work towards it you can do anything.” Her eyes softened. “Just not here.”
You groaned, pressing your forehead on the counter top. “Maybe you’re right.”
She shrugged, getting up as a customer walked in. “I’m always right, Y/n. Always will be.”
“Fuuuck you,” You said through gritted teeth.
Yunjin shot you a glare as you raised your head up. “This is my workplace, L/n Y/n, as much as I love you I will kick you out if you utter one more obsecenity.” Then, she turned to the customer. “I apologize, how can I help you, Mr. Park?”
The man who’d just walked in smiled, waving off her comment. “I found that more amusing than anything. And, how many times do I have to tell you to talk informally?”
A laugh left Yunjin. “Coach Lee would have my head if she heard me call her star pupil by his first name.”
“Then she doesn’t have to know,” He said, pressing a finger to his lips. “One latte please. I need something to get me through the next six hours.”
“Six hours?” You raised an eyebrow. “Damn.”
He sighed, sitting next to you. “I know. Coach has been grumbling about how she wants me to get into partner dancing, so now we’re doing 50/50 solo and partner.”
You whistled. “You really are her star pupil. I would’ve punched her in the face for even saying ‘six hours.’ You can ask her.”
“Oh? You work with Lee?”
There was a slight pause before you answered. “Worked. Past tense.”
“Well, may I know your name then? Yunjin said it, but I didn’t quite catch it.” He gave you a small smile.
“Y/n,” You said, grinning. “At your service.”
The man processed this for a moment before realization dawned in his eyes. “As in…?”
Here we go.
“Yup. Whatever you’re thinking, yup. That’s me.”
He leaned against the counter. “I actually broke my ankle once. When I was seven. Harness snapped while I was learning axels.”
You choked on your coffee. “What the fuck? How does that even happen?”
“Underfunded rink, bad equipment,” He shrugged, thanking Yunjin as she handed him his coffee. You stole a glance at the name on the lid. Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon.
“So…how long did it take you to recover?”
Sunghoon nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Only took me a year to get back on ice because I was young. Four more months before I could jump again. Never trusted a harness again, I learned the old fashioned way.”
You laughed. “I wouldn’t either.” But that same hope you felt, the one that kept you coming back to this place…it filled your head completely. “I’m trying to get back on ice full time,” You sighed. “Not going very well.”
He lifted his coffee in a cheers to you, getting up when he saw Juyeon exit the ice. “Well, maybe I could help sometime.”
A smile placed itself on your lips. A stupid, stupid smile. “I’d like that, very much.”
-
You started to watch Sunghoon skate in addition to Juyeon. He was, in comparison, so much better than the latter. His lines were cleaner than any you’d ever seen, his movements so perfectly fluid, you couldn’t look away.
Sometimes, he’d notice and wave, and you’d wave back. Sometimes, he’d be so intently focused on what he was doing, he’d never see you.
Today, he exited the rink as soon as you made eye contact. “Hey.”
You laughed awkwardly. “Hey. Shouldn’t you get back before Lee loses her head?”
Sunghoon looked back at Coach Lee, then at you, shrugging. “Eh. I think this is more important. You free tomorrow?”
“Oh?” You smirked. “I’m actually very taken-”
He rolled his eyes. “So I can help you with skating, dumbass. And also, I highly doubt that.”
This earned him a flick on his forehead. “Hey now, respect me.”
“I’m older than you,” He scoffed. “You should respect me.”
You stuck your tongue out, and he rolled his eyes again. “I’m free. What time?”
A small smile appeared on his face. “Seven AM freeskate.”
“Deal.”
“Deal.”
-
Your skates were still stiff. You hadn’t skated enough in the past few months to break them in, their white surface was still perfectly clean.
With a deep breath, you stepped on the ice. Just like usual, the first few strokes of the blades against the smooth surface were difficult. They were uneven, unstable. But soon enough, you were gliding.
You took a few laps to yourself, feeling the icy wind across your face. One of your feet lifted off the ground in a spiral, and you smiled.
“You’ve been practicing?” Park Sunghoon asked from behind. His feet formed a ‘T,’ stopping him smoothly.
“Ah.” Your lips pursed. “Only a little bit.”
He smiled, offering his hand. “Shall we begin?”
You took it, and gracefully, you both took off. It wasn’t long until you were both in tune with each others movements, weaving around the public quickly.
He grabbed onto your waist. “Do you mind?”
You smiled, “No, not at all.”
Crossovers and turns and lifts…you skated together wordlessly, not needing to communicate beyond prepping and take off. A small smile had worked its way on Sunghoon’s lips, one you could not see. Your back was flush against his chest, your right leg lifted in an attitude.
“I want you to be my partner for the smaller competitions I do,” Sunghoon said, spinning you so you’re facing him. “Maybe we can’t go to nationals yet,” He leads you to the center of the rink. “But it’s a lot more fun skating with you than the others.”
You scoff. “As flattered as I am, Coach Lee would never go for that.”
He grinned, winking. “I think I could change her mind.”
