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ｎｏｗ　ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ 【０１．１３】．．．

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"You're taking me to my ice rink?" She said as both of them parked not far from the entrance. The light inside of the place reflected against the glass door that is supposed to be the entrance of the place.

She could see Mr. Song their receptionist talking to a phone that stuck between his head and shoulder. He seems tired, it can't be helped from all the work he did doing paper works for Shin Jihyun. The man need a raise after all the shit her coach make him do Miyoung always thought.

Korea National Training Center

International Rink

Those words plastered big against the wall on top of the entrance, the logo seems brand new when in contrast against the glass wall. The building was large having an ice rink fit for everyone who trained there, figure skaters, hockey players, curling. Most of the winter sports packed inside and trained there.

She watches as a lot of the hockey players walk out of the training center, their chattering was too loud and brash for Miyoung liking. As most of them filled with jocks that's full of themselves.

"You know if my coach know I'm here I'm dead" She turn around to Han Seojun who still sits on his motorcycle.

"That's why we are beneath this tree" He said pointing at the tree Miyoung previously leaned on, the tree he mentioned was big enough to cover half of his motorcycle and their body able to hide behind it. But it didn't shake the anxiety on Miyoung shoulder as she knows Jihyun has eyes around this place.

"Why are we here again?" Scrunching her eyebrows Miyoung sat down on the paving that surrounds the tree not leaving her eyes from Seojun.

"I just thought you need to be here" He shrugged, Miyoung scoffed and rolled her eyes "I don't need to be here, I need to be inside there" As she pointed to the building infront of them.

"Maybe don't mope around then you might be able to" Harsh, Seojun knows it but its the truth.

"I don't mope" She grumbles, "Yeah right and I don't ride my motorcycle anymore." She rolled her eyes again from this stupid conversation.

"You need to get your head straight if really want to go back inside" Miyoung sighed and whined from his sentence throwing her hand down.

"I am Seojun" She heaves out, "I don't care about trying to sneak back in the rink anymore"

Seojun furrowed his eyebrows, he thought the reason Miyoung look more down than usual is because of him snatching her keys away. That's why he take her to this place and give her back the keys. "Then why the fuck are you so antsy?"

"It's because I don't have any ideas!" She let out a breath, trying not to alert anyone around. "I'm trying to find a program for my skates and the only thing that can make me find it is by skating"

"alright then"

He grabbed her hand ignoring the protest from the girl as he dragged them to the front of the glass door. They both slipped inside in and he went straight to the receptionist table. Anxiety spiking inside her Miyoung watch as Mr. Song look at the two teenagers in front of him now.

"She want to go to the rink" He demanded. Miyoung widen her eyes and push Seojun away stepping in front of him waving her hands rapidly. 

"NO━ no no no no he was just joking, we'll just leave now." Laughing awkwardly Miyoung tries to push Seojun away but he didn't seems to bulge from his spot.