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Olympian

Daniel Ricciardo x Gretzky! Reader

Plot: Daniel's girlfriend is an Olympian, but not in the sport that you may think... (This takes place at the end of the 2017 racing season + 2018 Winter Olympics)

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Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: Swearing, Canadian slang, hockey terms, clueless Daniel and clueless drivers (except Lance)

It was the last race in Abu Dhabi. The long-awaited race was coming into place. Before the weekend started, they all decided to go out for a grid dinner at a restaurant. As the night went on, they started to talk about their winter break plans. Many go skiing in Europe, while others make stops at home to see family.

“Danny, what are you going to get up to?” Max asked him.

“I’m going to go home and visit the folks, and in February I’m going to PyeongChang,” he states, everyone’s eyes falling onto him.

“Korea? What on Earth are you going there for?” Nicko asks, finishing off his Heineken.

Daniel and (Y/N) had decided very early on to keep a private and low-key relationship. With (Y/N) showing up to the Montreal and Austalia races and him going to her most important games. But he never really discussed his relationship with the young hockey star with the other drivers. They knew he was dating someone but they didn’t know who he was dating. Daniel wanted to gush about how his girlfriend is going to the Olympics and this would be the only time he would do it until they go full public with their relationship.

“Isn’t that where the Olympics are this year?” Valtteri asks. This started to make many of the driver's mind race.

“Daniel, why are you going to the Olympics? Are you a super athlete and you never told us?” Seb asks in a joking way.

“Oh, I wish, but I’m more of a Summer athlete than a winter one. My girlfriend is taking part in the games and I’m going to support her,” he finally reveals. Many eyebrows were lifted at the revelation.

“Oh? We didn’t even know she was an athlete. What sport does she play?” Lewis asks, him thinking he might make a change of plans to go also.

“She’s playing for Team Canada’s women’s hockey team,” he states, catching the two Canadian driver’s attention.

“What’s her name, I wonder if Stroll knows her,” Alsonso jokes, causing a couple of drivers to chuckle.

“I don’t know if you would know her, but I would think you would know her father,” he says.

“Oh yeah, and who would that be?” Lance asks, being a little cocky.

“Wayne Gretzky,” he replies while taking a spit of his drink. Lance’s face fell like he was just told that his girlfriend was pregnant.

“I think you broke him, mate,” Carlos says, waving a hand in front of the Canadian’s face.

“You’re dating (Y/N) Gretzky?! As in Wayne Gretzky’s daughter,” Lance stresses, making sure he heard the Austrailian correctly.

“Why are you so surprised that he is dating this person's daughter?” Pierre asks, not knowing much of anything about hockey.

“Wayne Gretzky is one of the most famous hockey players of all time. He won 4 Stanley Cups, which is the trophy that the NHL plays for. He also broke every record set for points, goals, and assists. It's like him saying he is dating Pele's daughter!" he explains, blowing away many of the drivers.

“If that is the case, how the hell did you two meet?” Seb asks the Austrailian.

“They came to the Montreal Race a couple of years ago, and we ended up bumping into each other. We started talking and ended up exchanging numbers; the rest is history,” he explains.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had that much game,” Max says into his drink, earning a smack from the Australian.

Race weekend came and went, and the travels of the drivers began. (Y/N) accompanied him to Australia to visit his family Australia, as a small vacation before all of her focus goes into the Olympics. It was one of the last days before she was going to fly back to Canada to get prepared for going to training camp. (Y/N) decided to take a step outside and enjoy the warm air.

As she sat on the deck, she was starting to feel the pressure that was being placed on her. She was ‘The Great Ones’ daughter, and Canada is a shoo-in to win gold this year. (Y/N) was so in her head that she didn’t hear the back door open, or notice someone sitting beside her. They pulled her into their body. Daniel’s cologne filled her nose, and she relaxed into his body.

“What’s going on in your head of yours?” he asked. She looked up at him a replied,” Everything.” Daniel lets out a breathy laugh, before placing a kiss on the crown of her head.

“Oh love, everything will work out in the end,” he replies.

“Yeah, I know, but what if people decide that I’m not as good enough? What if I can’t live up to the expectations of being Wayne Gretkzy’s daughter?” she spews out just some of the anxiety-filled questions. Daniel sat there for a moment, trying to formulate an answer.

“Those are very common feelings to have. I know that these feelings are common for kids of sports stars,” he states while playing with her hair. “But do what I always say, Fuck ‘Em All.”

She looks up at him and smiles. “Thanks, Danny.” He leans down and kisses her lips.

“Come on, let's get you back inside, it's starting to get cold out here,” he states, helping her up.

“I love you, Danny,” “I love you too (Y/N/N)” he replies before placing a kiss against her lips. Before they could continue their moment, it was broken by a distinctive “EWWW” from a little boy. They turned to see Daniel's nephew standing at the slightly opened glass door.

“Come here ya bugger,” Daniel says while he starts to chase the boy back inside, leaving (Y/N) behind, laughing at his antics.

Time flew by, and before either of them knew it, they were in Korea for the fateful Olympics. Canada breezed through the round-robin rounds. They then fought their way through the quarters and semi-finals, leading them to the long-awaited finals. The United States of America vs. Canada. The well-known rivalry goes back decades.

(Y/N) was listening to music while she was getting warmed up. A playlist that Daniel made for her. As she was stretching, her phone pings. She sees Daniel's picture pop up. It was a text. (Y/N) opens and smiles.

DannyRic❤️

You got this babe! Remember, Fuck Em All

“Awe, that’s so sweet!” a familiar French accent grounds her. She turns to see her friend Marie-Philip Poulin standing behind her.

“I see lover boy is taking the boyfriend role seriously today,” she states while sitting beside (Y/N).

“Yeah, he knows that I get in my head a lot when it comes to things like this,” (Y/N) states, fidgeting with her necklace that holds her hockey number and a little F1 charm.

“You’ll do fine chérie. And if people start to question your skills, we’ll have your back to prove them wrong,” Marie-Philip says while wrapping an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders.

“Thanks, M.P. and I know that Danny would be beside you in that defence,” she says while returning the side hug.

“Now, come on, the game is in 30min, let's start getting out gear on.”

It was go time. (Y/N) had walked out onto this pad many times in the last two weeks, but tonight was different. It was for an Olympic gold medal. Marie-Philip Poulin was hyping the girls up, getting them ready to face the fierce rivals. As they skated out onto the International pad of ice, the cheers of Canadians and Americans shake the nerves a little. She looked up at the jumbotron and saw that the camera was on her dad. Daniel was sitting beside him, and they were talking. What shocked her was seeing some of the other drivers sitting beside them.

Lewis Hamilton, Valtara Bottas, Max Verstappen, Sebastian Vettel, and Lance Stroll were sitting in the stands. They looked out of place, which made her laugh a little. She knew that if she had the TSN stream, the focus would be on her and her ‘cheer squad’. Sarah Nurse tapped her shins, getting her attention to set up for the start of the game. (Y/N) moved to the center ice for the face-off.

As the game unfolds, the rivals play each other hard. There were hard hits and solid goals. (Y/N) scored one of the two goals for the Canadian team, and she could hear Daniel from the ice level. With the 110% effort that was brought by both teams, it lead them to a shootout.

(Y/N) was the first shooter for Team Canada. She was getting ready to go, her nerves returning as a result. She looked up to where her squad was sitting and all she thought were Daniel's words to her. Fuck ‘Em All. She looked to the refs and gave them the nod, signalling to the refs that she was ready. The whistle blew, signalling for her to go. To (Y/N), it went deadly quiet. She blocked out all the fans, all the players yelling, everything. She skated down, went left to right, and then popped it over the blocker side of the US goalie.

When the puck hit the back of the net, she tuned back in to hear the roar of the Canadian fans. She felt that all the weight is off her shoulders. Her work in getting Canada the win is done. But it wasn’t enough. The United States ended up getting the upper hand in the shootout and earning them the gold medal. (Y/N) felt defeated. She felt numb.

They did the award ceremony, they consoled each other on the ice and in the changeroom. She would comfort them, just trying to be there for them. Her teammates would ask her how she was feeling and she would detour the questions. She got changed into some comfy, but still presentable, to walk out of the arena and back onto the bus to the Olympic Village. When they crawled off the bus, just wanting to get into their beds for the night, she saw Daniel and Wayne standing by the unloading spot. She gave them a small smile before walking into the open arms of her father.

“I am so proud of you,” he says. Those words made her break. Tears started to fall and her body shakes in her father's arms. Daniel wanted to take her into his arms, but he knew that she needed it.

“But we lost,” she murmured into her father's chest. Wayne moves her off him, so he can look at her properly.

“It doesn’t matter that you won or lost. You went out there and showed the world how great you were. Unfortunately, shootouts are awful ways to end games, and they got the puck in more times. But you guys kept them in the game and made it such a great game. That’s what makes me proud of you,” Wayne praises. More tears fall on (Y/N)’s face, but now they were happy tears.

“I love you, Dad,” she says, bringing him back into a big hug. “I love you to kiddo,” he replies while placing a kiss on her forehead. Reminders of when she would come off the ice upset from the game and Wayne comforting her exactly like this.

“Now, I think someone is wanting to talk to you,” Wayne says while turning her to see a fidgety Daniel standing behind them. She giggles at his antics before thanking her dad again. Wayne walked off into the village, leaving the two love birds alone. Daniel opens his arms up, and (Y/N) falls into his arms quickly.

“Sorry for not giving you guys the best performance,” she whispers against his Team Canada jacket.

“Are you kidding, the boys first couldn’t believe that we were dating. Then they couldn’t believe that you had moves like this. Minus Stroll of course as you both are maple leaves,” Daniel states. Giggles erupt

“If you’re up for it, the boys invited us to a restaurant just outside of the village and they would love to meet you. But if you’re not up for it, it is totally understandable and we can arrange something during the racing season,” he word dumps.

“You know what, I’ve avoided meeting your fellow racers for this long, why not meet some of them properly,” she says with a smile. “And I could go for some good Korean food.” This causes Daniel to laugh.

“Well, I’ll make sure Lewis pays then, come on,” he states while walking her towards the rental he got.

(Y/N) felt disappointed that she didn’t get Canada the gold, but Daniel and her father made her feel that she wasn’t a failure, and she felt the most confident she had ever been.

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atychiphobia (1) | lee chan

genre: non idol! dino, figure skater! dino, skier! reader, sports au

pairings: chan x afab reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety

word count: 5.5k

note: introducing part 1 of chan’s series! i think this will roughly have maybe five to six parts, each being around 5k-6k words. i have included some original characters within the storyline for plot reasons as well, but you should see some familiar names too! let me know what you guys think and if you would like to be added to the tag list ☺️

•••

you have trained your entire life for the chance to compete in the Olympics. starting at age six, you practiced almost every day. although, at the time, you felt miserable; you knew that you were setting yourself up for victory someday. through countless training sessions and hard work, you caught the attention of the norwegian public earning you the nickname "the scandinavian sweetheart," and a spot to compete in the 2018 olympics in pyeongchang, South Korea.

to you, it felt like you went from being nobody to somebody overnight. after one brilliant run in the FIS Freestyle World Championships, you became a household name. with your almost white hair and beautiful blue eyes, you became a role model for the young girls and a hopeless crush for the boys. your coach, Aksel, basked in the praise and attention that his bright star had begun to receive.

sponsors came rolling in like waves, your follower count on every social media platform skyrocketed, television broadcasts constantly stated the fact that you were the best athlete in the entire country of norway. to Aksel, this meant that after coaching you for nearly ten years, his work was beginning to payoff. their work was beginning to payoff.

however, you did not see it that way.

in your mind, your work had yet to begun.

before you could begin to believe that you were indeed the Scandinavian sweetheart, you had to prove to yourself that you deserved the title, that you deserved to be in Pyeongchang. the only way to do that is to win gold.

other athletes were hungry for the gold mainly for the fame and validation that accompanied it while with you; you just didn't want to be a disappointment to yourself and your country.

"y/n, are you listening to me?"

you turned your eyes away from the view outside the car window and turned your head toward your coach, your eyebrows raised. "Yes, Aksel?"

"we are almost to the hotel, so I want to lie down some ground rules," he explained. "one, do not pig out on any form of sweets. two, you will be asleep by eleven at the latest to make sure you are well rested. finally, three, do not go anywhere without informing me first even if you just want coffee down the street. I will drive you in the car."

Aksel rented a car for their sixteen day stay in Pyeongchang in case you wished to travel throughout the city. the thought of you taking the bus or walking made his stomach churn. due to the sickness that was plaguing multiple countries during the winter months, he was terrified you would become sick before your competition even begun.

of course, you had no problem with following any of the rules you coach created. you did not have an outgoing personality, so staying up past eleven and traveling throughout Korea wasn't something you were planning to do.

the car rolled to a stop outside the hotel and the cold air of Pyeongchang felt like a slap in the face to you as you climbed out. of course, norway was colder than Korea currently, but after being in a heated car for a few hours, you were caught off guard.

Aksel walked around to the back of the car, you following close behind, willing to help carry whatever your small frame could.

"put this on," Aksel instructed, holding something out toward you as he opened the trunk.

you took the item into the palm of your hand, a look of pure confusion on your face. "why do I have to wear a face mask?"

"because of sickness, y/n," he replied, pulling multiple suitcases out of the trunk of the car. "the flu is going around and it's common courtesy to wear a mask to prevent the spread."

you did not like germs. you were borderline germaphobic even. the thought of millions of bacteria floating through the air was enough to set you on edge, but you also despised the feeling of the cloth against your face. the texture just felt wrong. however, you did as you were told without complaint.

you positioned the strings of the cloth behind your ears before reaching down to grab your backpack, slinging it onto your back, and your suitcase.

"I got your skis," Aksel told you, slamming the trunk shut. He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder before grabbing your fluorescent yellow skis off of the ground and starting toward the entrance of the hotel.

you quickly followed, your breath coming out in puffs and fading into the frozen air.

when they entered the hotel, the first thing that greeted them was a small Korean man positioned behind the front desk. He smiled as they saw them. "hello. welcome to the Athlete Village."

you let Aksel do the talking while you glanced around at the architecture. Everything just looked so elegant and grand. you felt slightly out of place.

"Which athlete is competing?" the dark-haired man asked.

Aksel stated your name and the man turned to his computer, typing quickly.

"We have her rooming with another women," the Korean man explained. "Is that okay?"

"y/n-“ Aksel spoke, but when he turned around you were no longer behind him. Instead your feet carried you across the hotel lobby and into the arms of a familiar red-haired girl.

the girl was caught off guard at the sudden contact, causing her to drop her bags onto the floor.

"y/n, you are so lucky that I wasn't carrying my skis!" she cried. "you could have just came up and hugged me like a normal human being instead of attacking me."

you grinned, your arms still around the korean girl's neck. "what would be the fun in that, jihyo?"

with a defeated grin, the korean girl hugged her best friend of four years tightly. "It's really good to see you."

"I can't believe it's been six months since we've seen each other."

jihyo opened to her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Aksel who cleared his throat loudly.

"you and y/n will be roommates for the duration of your stay," he explained. "each country has their own designated floor; however, I pulled some springs and jihyo’s coach allowed her to be placed on Norway's instead of south korea’s. I assumed that you both would like to be placed together instead of with a stranger."

you and jihyo were best friends. you were the best friends that had countless inside jokes and would stay up until early morning talking about anything and everything. jihyo even decided to train in Norway for part of the year to be closer to you. but though all the jokes and laughs, they both knew that putting them in a hotel room together was not the greatest idea.

"that’s why coach just randomly shoved a keycard in my hand and took off," jihyo scoffed. she ran a hand through her hair before muttering "god give me strength," under her breath. you easily overheard.

"why would God have to give you strength if you are rooming with me? I am a blessing after all," you teased.

jihyo rolled her eyes as they followed Aksel toward the elevator that would carry them all the way up to the eighteenth floor which was built to house as many athletes from Norway as possible.

to the two athletes, the elevator ride seemed extremely short while Aksel felt that it lasted forever. from the lobby floor to the eighteenth, he had to tell you to calm down a total of five times due to your rapid talking directed toward jihyo.

at last they were standing in front of room 46.

"this is your room," the older man remarked. "here’s your room key. please be responsible and do not lose it."

"I won't!" you retorted.

"but remember our rules, y/n," Aksel advised.

“of course. don’t eat sweets, don't stay up past eleven and if I want to go anywhere, I have to inform you."

aksel smiled. "i knew you were always smart." He reached into his duffel bag and tossed a box into your hands. "also, here."

your eyes widened as you surveyed what you were holding. "condoms? why are you giving me a box of condoms?"

"they are not from me. the Olympic village gives each athlete a small box every year." the older man said casually as if it wasn't a big deal. "use them as you please."

"so you are giving me permission?" you asked warily, raising your eyebrows.

"as long as you are asleep by eleven, there won't be a problem," Aksel responded. "i’ll be on the coach's floor if you need me."

as your coach started back down the hallway toward the elevators, you handed your to key to jihyo who didn't feel like digging her own key out of her bag.

jihyo swapped the card in the door and pushed it open before stepping inside.

"would you like to explain to me why each athlete gets condoms when they check in?" you asked as she shut the door behind her.

the red-headed girl chucked her bags onto the floor before replying. "have you heard anyone say 'what happens in the Olympic village stays in the Olympic village?' well, it's because casual sex happens a lot. I mean, a lot."

jihyo pulled her jacket off, bending down to stuff it into one of her many suitcases. "I read an article a couple weeks ago that said Pyeongchang are expecting 2,925 athletes to compete. If you are a math whiz like me, that works out to around thirty-seven condoms per person."

you stepped past the older girl, sitting your suitcase onto the bed furthest from the window. you unzipped it before stuffing your red Norway jacket inside.

"the article also said at the Olympic Games in Seoul in 1988, there were so many condoms on top of athlete housing that they literally had to make a rule banning outdoor sex."

your face twisted in disgust at the thought of actually being naked outside with another person. the very thought of being naked in front of another person disgusted you, but doing it where there was no privacy was even worse.

"what person needs thirty-seven condoms over a two-week time frame?" you asked, tucking a strand of your blonde hair behind your ear.

jihyo grinned. "oh, you poor innocent child. when my sister was in the Olympics in 2000 she went through fifteen and some of her friends went through more than that."

your hometown of Oslo, Norway was called the one night stand capital of Europe for a reason. casual sex was a common occurrence and when you used to attend public school, it seemed like every day someone in group of friends had hooked up with someone. you were only one who didn't broadcast your sex life or therefore; your lack of one. so hearing that some people were able to have sex at least fifteen times in a two week period was amazing to you.

"let’s go explore downstairs. I heard that there is a pool." jihyo pulled a plain black hoodie onto her body. "besides, I'm starving."

"do you think there will be grandiosa?" you asked curiously.

"you are the only person who comes to South Korea hoping for Norwegian frozen pizza."

•••

due to this being the first time you had ever had the opportunity to compete in the Olympics, you were nervous to go downstairs.

jihyo was full of excitement and energy. she was excited to see fellow athletes that she hadn't seen since the last Winter Olympics. she was so excited that she failed to see how uncomfortable the younger girl felt.

jihyo had always been known as an outgoing and adventurous person. no matter what was thrown her way, she took it in stride. whether it be meeting someone new or traveling to a foreign country, she could deal with it without stumbling. that was the prime reason why you and her got along as well as you did.

every single time you were with jihyo, you were shoved out of your comfort zone.

today was no different.

you weren’t exactly nervous about meeting new people. you were just afraid that you would embarrass herself.

the two individuals threaded in between the multiple tables that filled the dining area of the hotel, but jihyo automatically stopped in her tracks when you clutched onto her arm, forcing her to stop.

"oh my god," you said, your eyes widening.

jihyo looked at her with puzzlement on her face. "what? what are you looking at?"

you nodded her head in the direction of a brown-haired girl. "it’s jiheon.”

jihyo’s eyes darted back and forth between you two, surprise in her features. "how did she even make it to the Olympics? the last time I saw her skate, she sucked."

"she was barely fourteen when you saw her last," you retorted, your anxiety spiking. "she’s like really good now."

almost as if the younger girl knew she was being discussed, she turned her head in the direction of where you were standing. before jiheon could comprehend who she was looking at, you grabbed jihyo’s arm shoving her toward one of the tables.

"she’s looking over here. get under the table now!" you got on your hands and knees, pulling the back the tablecloth and seeking solstice under the small round surface. "come on! hurry up!"

jihyo appeared beside in a mess of arms and legs and a hiss left her lips as she happened to hit her leg against one of the wooden chairs. "ow, fuck!"

"hush!" you told her, half tempted to place a hand over your best friend's mouth.

"i wasn't even being loud!" the older girl protested.

"do you even realize what her being here means, jihyo?" you questioned. "bad things! it means bad things are bound to happen!"

"why? you guys used to be like extremely close to one another."

you gave your best friend a pointed look and realization dawned on jihyo’s face. "oh, I get it now."

"yeah and if we run into each other, I will-"

your words trailed off as the white tablecloth shifted to reveal a boy with curly brown hair. he stared at the two humans under the table with curiosity in his eyes, but he did not speak.

he seemed slightly familiar to you, but you couldn't place where you had seen him before.

the awkward eye contact that you were holding with the boy was broken as a noise was heard from above.

"why are you looking under the table?" a voice questioned, curiosity in his voice.

the tablecloth moved once again as another boy peeked his head in to survey the two girls. "oh, that's why."

"do a lot of people hide under the table at the Olympics?" the curly haired boy asked.

"not usually."

you smiled sheepishly at the two boys before turning to your best friend. "i think we are in the clear now."

"we were probably in the clear before," the older girl mumbled as they climbed out from under the table to see that jiheon was in fact out of sight.

"i don't appreciate the tone that you use when you are talking to me."

"do I look like I care?" she questioned.

their blickering was interrupted by one of the boys in front of them clearing their throat.

"why were you guys hiding under the table?" the younger boy asked, cocking his head to the side.

"oh, it's such a long story, but needless to say, we were trying to avoid someone." you couldn't help but blush as the boy spoke to you. you couldn't believe that you got caught hiding under a table by two boys because you were afraid to speak to a girl you hadn't seen in almost two years.

"she was trying to avoid someone. I was not," jihyo clarified.

the black haired boy just smiled, gesturing to himself and the other boy. "I'm joshua hong and this is vernon chwe."

at the mention of the two korean boys' names, your mind was refreshed and instantly flashed back to the last time you had saw them skate. it had been over two years ago.

you had been amazed by the man named josh and how he seemed to have the entire audience in the palm of his hand without even trying. the plushies thrown into the rink at the end of his performance to celebrate almost brought tears to your eyes.

with vernon, you remembered him for his flawless routine that was particularly hard, especially for someone for his age. however, he pulled it off effortlessly. you also remembered him falling asleep against josh’s shoulder during one of their post interviews.

jihyo smiled at the boys. "I'm jihyo and before you think I'm a freak, she's the one that dragged me under the table, not the other way around. I'm completely normal, I promise."

you rolled your eyes. "she's not normal. she's a liar." you turned back to josh and vernon. "it’s nice to meet you guys. I'm y/n."

josh raised his eyebrows at you. "you saw us skate before, haven't you? you were sitting in the VIP section and you told me good luck right before I got on the ice."

on top of irrational fear of failure, you were also afraid of being forgotten. you were afraid that the moment your soul left the earth that your name would leave the world's minds. you would mean nothing, so the shock on your face was apparent as josh explained that after two years he remembered your face.

your tone of voice gave away your surprise to his reaction. "yeah, I'm surprised you remembered that."

"well, it made me feel happy, so yeah, thank you for that." josh gave you a kind smile. "have you guys ate anything yet?"

jihyo shook her head. "No, but I'm starving."

josh gestured in the direction behind him before turning back towards the girls. "uh, we have a bunch of friends in the lounge room. there’s food in there if you would like to join us."

you opened your mouth to respond, but jihyo was already replying. "of course, we would love to!"

with everyone in agreement, the girls followed the boys toward the lounge area for any of the athletes who wished to use it.

as they entered the lounge area only two people were present. your eyes widened with recognition as you took in the sight of the two familiar human before you.

"y/n!" hirai momo screeched, throwing herself into the arms of the younger girl the moment she realized she was in the room. "I've missed you so much!"

choi seungcheol smiled at the blonde girl. "she really has. all she's been talking about for the last few weeks is how she'll get to see you at the Olympics."

"you are as excited to see her as I am," momo retorted. "Don't act like you're not!"

"I'm not acting," seungcheol responded as momo stepped back from the Norwegian girl, allowing her figure skating partner to step forward.

the dark-haired boy held his hands out to his sides, gesturing for you to come forward and hug him. you slowly wrapped her arms around seungcheol’s waist. his arms tightened around your small frame for a brief period before he mumbled "we both really missed you."

"I missed you guys too," you responded, your voice muffled by the boy’s shirt.

jihyo snickered beside you as she noticed the red color that had appeared on your normally pale cheeks.

a few seconds later, you guys pulled away from one another, which allowed momo to once again throw her arm over your shoulder.

"chan was here a few minutes ago, but I think he decided to go take a nap in his room," she explained. "but don't worry, you'll meet him soon."

a flash of black hair appeared in her mind at the mention of the name chan; however, you couldn't picture his face.

"sana, sana, come here!" momo gestured to the small Asian girl who had just entered the room.

the girl named sana came over to the small group of figure skaters, a smile on her face. "Hi!"

"sana, this is y/n and her friend, jihyo," momo explained. "y/n is competing in freestyle skiing for Norway while jihyo is competing in alpine skiing for korea."

jihyo smiled. "Nice to meet you."

you gave the girl a smile as well. "i’ve seen you skate before. You are very elegant."

momo responded with a polite thank you as momo led you toward the couch that seungcheol had previously been sitting on; his spot was now occupied by Joshua Hong.

due to not having seen you in person for at least six months, momo’s lips moved a mile a minute as she covered every topic from ice dancing to her and seungcheol’s YouTube channel.

you listened carefully and carried on the conversation until she was interrupted by the red headed korean girl.

jihyo cleared her throat.

"i don't mean to be rude, but where's the food?"

•••

you had only been in Pyeongchang for almost two days and you were already finding yourself feeling homesick. maybe you missed the weather of Norway or maybe you just missed not having huge amounts of pressure on your shoulders. you weren’t exactly sure. all you knew was that you missed home.

Aksel assured you that what you were feeling was completely normal and it was as a result of the fact that you never had been this far away from your home country before.

you had trouble adjusting to the time change as well. when it was night fall in South Korea, it was mid-afternoon in Norway. needless to say, you hadn't gotten much sleep since arriving and it was easy to tell.

a yawn escaped your lips as all the athletes were ushered toward the dining area after the introduction ceremony. over 2,500 athletes from various countries all had to stand up on stage and be introduced to everyone in attendance. you would be lying if you said that you didn't fall asleep on your coach’s shoulder until your name was called.

it was now almost ten at night and all the athletes were just now about to eat dinner. much to the blonde's surprise, you didn't feel that hungry. all you wanted to do was go to sleep.

"hey, jihyo?" you asked, grabbing ahold of your roommate's arm as weaved through the crowd of people. "i think I'm going to go to our room."

the red-headed girl furrowed her eyebrows with concern. "are you feeling okay?"

you gave a weak smile. "you know Aksel's rules. in bed by eleven."

you loved jihyo dearly, but you didn't want to admit how scared you were to compete and how that was draining you mentally. during the entire Olympic introduction ceremony, multiple athletes; some you knew, some you didn't, approached you and wished you luck. everyone seemed to know your name and were hoping that you made Norway proud.

that just made you feel extremely pressured and nervous. what would happen if you failed? what would happen if you didn't medal? not only would your entire country be disappointed, so would Aksel, your mother, and at the current rate, the whole world.

you could imagine the headlines now as you started down the hallway toward the elevator.

y/n, the Scandinavian sweetheart, falls short in first Olympic debut.

you wouldn't be able to recover from that. a failure that extreme would cause you to put away your skis forever.

a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts while also causing your blood to run cold.

"well, it's none other y/n. it's been such a long time."

you knew that you should keep walking. you knew that you shouldn't stop and acknowledge the person speaking from behind you, but every muscle in your body seemed to lock up at the sound of the voice.

you slowly turned around to face the brown-haired boy who was watching you with an amused smirk on his face as he walked toward you.

"i knew that you were bound to make it to the Olympics this year, especially with all the news coverage you've been receiving," jonas solhelm told you. "you are finally having your talent recognized. jiheon was so happy when they called you up on stage."

you surveyed the taller boy in front of you with wary eyes. his tone of voice was too nice. too fake.

although jonas wasn't invading your personal space yet, you still felt boxed in. you felt like you were trapped unable to escape.

"are you still with that choi dude?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "or did Aksel make you break up with him?"

"seungcheol and I were never together," you responded, your voice barely above a whisper. "we are just good friends."

you were being honest, but you could tell by jonas’s facial expression that he didn't believe you.

the boy shrugged. "i noticed that he wasn't sitting at your table, so i was just curious, but whatever you say. it honestly doesn't matter to me anyway."

then why did you ask?

the thought that jonas had been close enough to you to see your table during the introduction ceremony made you feel slightly ill. he was watching you when you didn't even know that he was present in the room.

you desperately wanted to escape to your room or to the dining area where the dinner was underway, but it was practically impossible to do so. if you tried to walk past jonas or tried to walk the opposite direction away from him, he would most likely grab your arm to keep you from leaving.

"jiheon told me that she thought she saw you yesterday in the dining area, but she wasn't sure because you disappeared before she could reach you." your hands began to shake as jonas inched closer to you. "last time i knew you and her were on good terms. why are you avoiding her? it would break her heart to know that you no longer want to speak to her."

you had never been weak-minded or weak-willed. you knew that jonas was just trying to get a reaction out of you. he was trying to get you to feel guilty, but somehow his words still felt like knives hitting your skin.

"jonas, please just leave me alone, okay?" you responded, your voice surprisingly firm. "you and I are on polite terms. don’t ruin that."

your words seemed to go in jonas’s ears and leave without even making an impact. he just stepped closer to you. "that’s why i’m talking to you, y/n. because we are on polite terms. i’m just being nice. i’m doing nothing wrong."

all of the words that were filling your mind; begging you to tell jonas off, begging you to tell him to leave you alone once more, seemed to disappear the moment you needed them most.

"i think she said to leave her alone," a voice responded from behind jonas causing him to turn.

you weren’t able to see who the speaker was based on jonas obstructing your view, but you couldn't help but breath sigh a relief at the thought of no longer being alone with jonas. he made you feel extremely unsafe.

"you aren't a part of this conversation," jonas backfired.

the boy with the dark hair stepped in between jonas and you, his body slightly turned toward you in a protective stance. "yes, I am, and now, you no longer are."

you took in the boy positioned in front of you and your eyes rested on his frame. one word popped into your mind.

chan.

this was chan.

jonas and the boy facing off against one another had to be an odd sight. jonas was every bit the height of six foot, so he had a good five inches on chan, but he didn't look intimidated in the slightest. he stood his ground with his head held high while you remained silent, praying that a fight wouldn't occur.

when jonas realized that the boy wasn't going to move from his position, he rolled his eyes. "whatever." he made brief eye contact with you. "hopefully, i’ll see you around at some point."

he turned around and headed back toward the dining area. you watched him go until he was out of sight.

"are you okay?" chan asked, his dark eyes meeting contact with your bright blue ones as he turned to face you. "he didn't hurt you or anything?"

you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and took a deep breath before responding. "no, he didn't. thank you so much for helping me."

"no worries." he smiled, holding out his hand for you to shake. "i’m lee chan."

when you accepted chan’s hand, you hoped that he didn't realize how clammy your hands were. he showed no signs that he noticed. "so you are chan. it’s an honor to meet you. i’m y/n."

chan cocked his head to the side. "momo and seungcheol haven't stopped talking about you since they arrived."

that statement caused a smile to appear on your features. "only good things, i hope?"

chan nodded. "absolutely. they both adore you. they also never shut up about how talented you are when it comes to skiing."

you did not particularly like praise, but you never felt embarrassed by it, so you were shocked when you found yourself cheeks heating up at the boy's words.

"I heard that you are amazing in your sport as well."

he shrugged. "i'm okay." he was quick to change the subject.

"um, would you mind if i walked you back to your room?" chan asked. "just in case that guy tries to bother you again."

you knew jonas solheim better than you knew yourself. there was no way he was going to try to approach you again after the encounter with chan. however, you weren't about to turn down the figure skater's kind gesture.

"yeah, sure. thank you."

you and chan started down the hallway. although he was taller, you were able to keep up with his stride easily.

as they arrived at the elevator, you clicked the button, causing the silver doors open up and both of you stepped inside.

"what floor is norway?" The figure skater asked.

"eighteen."

"cool. my floor is six."

the button lit up as it was pressed and the elevator doors closed.

the elevator had reached the fifth floor before chan decided to break the silence. "so who was that guy?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"jonas solhelm, norway's prime athlete in skeleton," you responded, glancing down at your feet. that wasn't the answer chan wanted; you knew that. he wanted to know how you knew the boy, but that detail wasn't important.

"skeleton honestly scares the shit out of me," chan replied with a visible shudder.

you giggled, causing a feeling of happiness to form in the figure skater's chest at the fact that he was able to make you laugh after what occurred in the hallway. "me too. sliding down a course head first at sixty miles or more an hour is very scary, but some people live for the thrill."

"figure skating is enough of a thrill for me."

only a few seconds later, the elevator doors opened and the two athletes stepped out into the hallway.

It didn't take long to get to room forty-six.

"well, this is my room," you remarked, stopping in front of the door that had a gold 46 engraved on it.

"alright," chan said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "have a nice sleep, okay? i know how tiring today has been for all of us."

you slid your key card in the door and a clicking sounded. "you too, chan. thank you for walking me to my room. i really appreciate it."

he smiled. "couldn’t risk you getting cornered by that creep again."

you pushed the door to room open, leaning against it. "goodnight, chan."

"sweet dreams, y/n."

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