Title: Running On Gasoline
Author: Chariseuma
Genre: Friendship, Romance, Slice-of-life, Sports
Rating: PG13
Started: 170609
Ended: TBA

Note: After months of being on hiatus, I am making a comeback with a new story that’s totally different from what I used to publish ;;; Of course, the friendship tone will never be left out – it’s something I wish I’d never stop writing about, aha. I was watching Yuri On Ice when this idea occurred to me and decided, why not? I’ve stopped writing for unspoken reasons and this time, I’m trying a new different style which hopefully is better than the one before.

Warning: Honestly, I have no idea how the athletes world work, nor have I ever experienced one (I did but let’s not go there…) so forgive me if there are any mistakes and whatnot. This is merely fiction.

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Characters

song myunghee | kim namjoon | wang jackson | kim iseul | jeon jungkook | baek hyunju

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Prologue

‘Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.’

Her eyes are tightly shut, shaking hands covering her ears as her lips keeps on uttering the same thing over and over again. No matter how many times she repeatedly doing the same thing that it almost feels like something she couldn’t live without, the images are still vivid in her head.

She could hear them; the cheers, the notes of the allegro that bounced on the arena, the sound of her blades gliding against the thick ice and it’s almost laughable how they become louder when the moon’s up and the stars begins twinkling.

She’s jolted awake when the blinding flashlight comes. Sitting upright on her bed and drenched in a thin coat of perspiration, she could feel her heart beating wildly against her chest.

“,” she groans, wiping the sweat on her forehead before standing up from her bed to head to the bathroom.

Her mother isn’t looking at her the same way as before, their eyes aren’t meeting like they used to anymore. They are empty and cold; they used to sparkle with happiness, like a blooming flower in spring and now they’re just blizzard in a harsh winter.

Myunghee holds the scarf closer to her nose, hoping that she is unrecognizable. She skipped the first week of college, earning a few disapproving looks from her lecturers but was somehow allowed to take the week off to practice her routine. They held the Junior Grand Prix in Gangneung Ice Arena this year, and they had to travel to Gangneung a few days prior to the competition.

Three years of dancing on ice for gold medals, Myunghee has no one for her to spend her days with until Kim Iseul came into the picture. And now at eighteen, both of them are attached to the hip. Myunghee locks the screen of her phone which has a picture of her and Iseul as wallpaper, places it in her pocket and sighs as she glances at the timetable she received a week ago.

Music Theory.

Seeing the name of the subject itself makes her head throb.

It was the choice of her mother. Of course it had always been her mother. Even growing up on the rink had been the plan of her mother all along. Her life is someone else’s ideas – she’s merely a puppet who plays the role of someone else’s dreams.

She does love ice skating, she loves how she’s able to glide through the ice and let herself lost in the music as she jumps and lands perfectly with every bone intact.

But it’s different now.

Just like seasons, people changes.

Song Myunghee is not any different.

All the bright flashes, all the fake smiles she had to put up for the cameras, all the hurried questions directed towards her – suddenly ice skating seem like a job, rather than something she loves. She’s slowly dragged away from reality, her soul being thrown back to the exact moment when she had a mental breakdown for everyone to see.

‘A double toe loop from Song Myunghee and – oh! Oh! She’s stopping, she’s slowing down and—’

Myunghee jumps, inhaling a sharp intake of breath when she feels a hand clapping her shoulder. Startles with the sudden intrusion, she turns to find a young woman with glasses staring at her in worry. “Are you okay?”

No, never, I don’t know myself.

“Y-yeah, I am.”

The woman furrows her eyebrows together, she doesn’t seem like she’s convinced with her reply. She took her hand off Myunghee’s shoulder and softly pats her back, “You can go to the nurse if you want to.”

The offer is tempting to her, she could feign sick to just get away from everything and everyone. However, a small voice inside her head is berating her, yelling at her just to get on with it.

And that’s how she found herself wide-eyed, file almost dropping to the floor when her gaze found a pair of familiar almond eyes.

“Myunghee…?”

Butterfly (Prologue ver) – BTS
Orgel – SHINee
Gasoline – Halsey
4 O’Clock – BTS’ RM&V
Eyelids – PVRIS
James Dean & Audrey Hepburn – Sleeping With Sirens
Don’t Go – EXO
Control – Halsey
D (Half Moon) – Dean ft Gaeko