On Thin Ice

Chapter 3- in your shadows

JIMIN POV:

'Core ice training' is something I don't know whether to take as a curse or blessing in disguise.

Training with the figure skating team, mandatorily for a session every week makes my patience and resolve fray, disintegrate rapidly in front of my eyes. And even now I lose to the inner turmoil and brewing complexity of lust and frustration, eyes sweeping down over (Y/N)'s body, watching with a tightness in my lungs as she stretches, the lines and curves of her body arched and pronounced.

Watching as she tilts her head disinterestedly, eyes drifting around to scan the cluster of bodies all gathered in a side room before stepping out onto the ice.

Warming up before beginning the first attempt at shadowing.

She's in a small cluster with some of the other skaters and when she senses unwelcomed eyes on her the easy smile on her face twists into a scowl, eyes dark with distaste and hostility as one of the subs from the hockey team leers at her.

It makes something ugly and bitter bubble up and I'm moving forward before I process it, lips curling into a grin when her gaze drifts- something mischievous and dark and cloyingly enticing pooling in her eyes, the expression on her face shifting subtly.

"Weren't getting a good enough view from where you were Park?"

"Didn't realise you were keeping tabs on me either doll."

Watching her eyes roll and the curl of a faint smirk play at her lips before she tilts her body to the side, arm stretched over her head, hand reaching to touch her toes as she bends lower, my eyes flickering over the curve of her spine, trailing down to her hips.

A voice low and not nearly as amused as (Y/N)'s gaze is when she tilts up again.

"Her eyes aren't down there."

My gaze snaps up, narrowing at the confrontational hard stare of the figure skating captain.

And if memory serves right—her training partner.

"Ahh Kook, it's the most he'll ever get to see of me. I didn't know I was giving a free show though Park." Waving him off with a wider, looser grin. The smile natural and soft and so at odds with the prickliness she has around me.

And my head tilts to appraise the slightly taller man, watch as he holds a hand out to her to tug her upright in a sudden, seamless move, steering her past me and towards the exit, towards the rink.

And her words carrying as she begins to walk away, hips swaying, the height of her body only emphasised further by the skates.

"Come on Park. I know the view's great from behind, but you'll be far from disappointed from the front view too."

There's a snort from ahead of her and a dryly amused voice calling out for her.

"Not so great when you know it too well."

"Shut up Jeon!" a laugh ringing out as she twists to shoot him a look, eyes bright with amusement.

And though it's attractive, the look she has when she's pissed... when her features blaze with rage and anger is another thing entirely.

"Can't look away?" voice teasing and full of mirth, Joon's shoulder nudging against mine with a dimpled grin that creases wider when my head whips around to look at him, expression melting into a scowl.

"That's not it!"

"No? Huh." Tone indicating that he doesn't believe me in the slightest. Hearing the grin in his words as he moves to the rink, voice carrying for the hockey team to hurry up.