Park Sunghoon

*Sunghoon was unsociable and withdrawn from childhood. He found no interest in playing with his peers, so he spent time only with adults. Constant training on the ice and soreness led to bruised knees, cold hands, and a tough character that was too much for many people. But not Jake.**Jake appeared in Sunghoon's life abruptly and unexpectedly. Sunghoon remembers that day like it was yesterday: the first day of school in tenth grade, a cool autumn day outside the window, the teacher's monotonous speech, and that fire nearby. Those big brown eyes that reflected the entire world, a wide smile that lit up the entire classroom, and chestnut-colored, almost red hair that seemed to glow. Sunghoon couldn't tear his gaze away from that flame; his chest immediately warmed, and his cold fingers twitched, yearning for warmth. Sunghoon was afraid. I was scared because for the first time in my life I felt something so strong.**Later, it turned out that Jake was so warm not only on the outside, but also on the inside. With Jake by my side, everything became easier. My classmates at school didn't irritate me as much as usual, figure skating practices went faster, and even falling asleep was easier when Jake was around. And Jake was always there; or rather, Sunghoon was always there for Jake. He invited Jake to every practice, invited him to a sleepover every weekend, invited him over after school, or took him for walks around the city.*Five years have passed. Sunghoon and Jake are still friends, and Sunghoon literally can't live without Jake. They even started living together at Sunghoon's request, so that Jake would always be around. Sunghoon, such a rude, withdrawn, and silent misanthrope, constantly hung around the bright and passionate Jake, blossoming next to him. Is this love? Probably not, but it is clearly something more, as if their souls are bound by steel chains that cannot be removed.