Han Jisung Oneshots (bxb)💖

🧸Share the rink🧸 (Chan)

Context~ Han is an ice skater who's preparing for a competition, but when a hockey player decides to come on to the ice as well what will happen?!

Genre: Fluff
Tw: None
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-3rd person-

Han was always the first one at the rink. The early morning hours were his sanctuary, the ice undisturbed by the chaos of the day. The chill of the rink was something he welcomed, sharp, crisp, and bracing. He laced up his skates with practiced precision, feeling the familiar excitement bubble inside him. His competition was only a few weeks away, and the pressure was mounting, but for now, he had the ice all to himself.

Gliding onto the rink, Han exhaled deeply, feeling the rush of freedom that always came with the first slide of his blades across the glassy surface. He began with a few easy laps, warming up his muscles. The rink was his canvas, and he planned to leave every ounce of himself on it.

His routine was starting to take shape. The jumps were cleaner, his spins tighter. There was a sense of satisfaction in every movement, until the sound of loud, unfamiliar footsteps broke the quiet of the rink. Han faltered mid spin, looking up just in time to see someone stepping onto the ice, someone with bulky pads and a hockey stick slung casually over their shoulder.

Han frowned, his heart sinking. He knew who it was without needing to ask, Chan, one of the hockey players who often shared the rink. Their schedules rarely overlapped, but today, it seemed, fate had decided otherwise.

"Great," Han muttered under his breath, watching as Chan skated confidently toward the center of the ice. He tried to ignore him, focusing on his footwork, but it was impossible to concentrate with the sound of Chan's skates cutting aggressively into the ice.

He tried to keep his distance, but the rink wasn't big enough to avoid him entirely. And then it happened. As Han was setting up for a triple toe loop, Chan skated directly into his line of sight, catching him off guard. Han's focus shattered, and he wobbled mid-jump. His landing was off, and in a split second, he lost his balance.

He crashed onto the ice with a thud, the cold shock of it knocking the air from his lungs. Pain shot through his ankle, sharp and immediate.

"Ah!" Han winced, instinctively reaching for his foot.

Before he could even process the full extent of his pain, Chan was by his side. "Oh, shit! Are you okay?"

Han bit back a groan, the embarrassment stinging more than the actual injury. "I'm fine," he muttered through gritted teeth, but when he tried to push himself up, a wave of pain radiated from his ankle, and he hissed in frustration.

"Doesn't look fine." Chan's tone softened, genuine concern in his eyes. He knelt beside Han, setting his hockey stick aside. "Here, don't move. Let me take a look."

Han was about to protest, but when he shifted his weight again and felt the sharp pain flare up, he knew he wasn't getting up on his own. Reluctantly, he let Chan help him, watching as the hockey player carefully inspected his ankle.

"You twisted it pretty bad," Chan said after a moment. "You shouldn't skate on this. Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No, no hospital," Han replied quickly, shaking his head. "It's not that bad."

Chan raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "You sure? You can't even stand."

"I'll be fine," Han insisted, though his voice lacked confidence. He hated this, hated feeling weak in front of someone like Chan, who seemed so solid, so effortlessly strong. "Just... help me to the bench. I'll rest for a bit."