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Skater Boy

Park Yuna🎨

"Would you hurry up, Beomgyu?"

"Coming, coming, gimme a second." Beomgyu shoves his foot into his sneaker, hurrying.

"Fast-er," I say into his ear.

"God, stop doing that." He reaches his hand up to his ear.

"You're useless," I mutter, bending down to tie his shoelaces. "Wait, why am I tying your laces?" He shrugs. "Ugh, who cares. Let's go!" I grab his hand and pull him out the front the door.

"Ack- wait, Yuna! You didn't lock the door." I toss him the keys. He follows me after locking up, tossing the keys back to me. "Where are we going anyway?" He asks in the elevator.

"Somewhere fun."

"That's the thing, I don't exactly trust you when it comes to this." I pull him out once the doors open, and we run out the building. "Is running really necessary?"

"Yes. I had a shit ton of caffeine this morning."

"Well, I didn't. So can we please not-" I pull his arm, and we both cross the road. "God, you'll rip my arm off its socket by the end of today," he whines.

After about 15 minutes of running (accompanied with Beomgyu complaining), we finally make it.

"A skate park?" he asks. I nod. "Why are we here?" I point my index finger towards a person, a few miles away from us. Beomgyu shifts his head. "Who?-" I reach up and twist his head toward the person. "Ow-" he exclaims. His eyes finally catch the icy haired man nervously pacing, a skateboard tucked under his arm. "Oh, Taehyun. Why's he here again?" he asks, confused. I twist his head towards a sign hung up.

skatelympics

test your skill. compute among other skaters such as yourself.

participants from ages 15-21

grand prize: 150 dollars

"Taehyun competes," I say. "He's pretty good. He's won a couple of competitions. This is a big, official one, though. A lot of people compete."

"Woah, that's so cool." We walk over to him, nervously biting his fingernails. I smack him on the back of his head. He turns around, frenzy.

"Oh, Yuna! Thank God you're here." He collapses against the side of my shoulder and whines into it. "I'm freaking the fuck out. She's here. I mean, of course she is. She keeps smirking. I keep getting flashbacks of that dare you guys made me do. As if that wasn't bad enough. I have to compete against her this year again. We both failed last year because Joonmin hyung was competing. He's not eligible this year. She's totally gonna win. And there's a bunch of 15 year olds here. They've got big bodies and cool hair. WHAT DO I DO!"

I pat his head slowly, secretly enjoying this. Taehyun doesn't get worked up very easily. Just two things manage to break him. Skateboarding and Kim Minjae. I love to see it.

"Chill out," I assure him.

"Yeah. I'm sure whoever this Minjae is, she can't be that good," says Beomgyu. I point to a short haired, black haired girl, a headband on her head. She grabs a hold of her board and rolls down a railing and flips before dropping down to the ground. She sticks a lollipop on her mouth, brushing back her hair. "Wow," he exclaims.

I snicker, and Taehyun screams into my shoulder. "How does she look so hot with a simple crop top and jean shorts? And look at her skin, it's flawless." Taehyun whines out again. "No offence, Tae."