stray kids imagines

minho | ice skating

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fluff / 1452
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the crisp december air was laced with the scent of pine and roasted chestnuts, mingling with the faint notes of holiday music that spilt out from the rink's speakers.

twinkling fairy lights hung from every lamppost and tree, casting a warm glow over the bustling skating rink in the middle of the city square.

you clutched your coat tightly against the cold, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you scanned the crowd for minho.

it wasn't long before you spotted him weaving through the throng of holiday shoppers, his black scarf draped loosely around his neck, cheeks flushed pink from the cold.

his dark eyes sparkled with mischief, a boyish grin spreading across his face as he approached you.

minho always looked good, but there was something about him in winter - his sharp jawline emphasized by the way he tucked his head against the chill, his hair sticking out beneath a beanie - that made your heart skip a beat.

"hey, sweetheart," he greeted, his voice warm and teasing. "didn't think you'd actually wait outside in this weather. your little nose is red."

tou pouted, but before you could come up with a witty comeback, he leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, his lips soft and cold against your skin.

"better now?" he asked, his smirk deepening when you nodded, unable to suppress your smile.

"I've been waiting for ages," you countered dramatically, though it had only been a few minutes. "you owe me something warm to drink."

minho chuckled, looping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. "let's hit the rink first, then we'll grab hot chocolate. deal?"

you nodded, the excitement bubbling up in your chest. ice skating with minho had been your idea - an activity that combined romance, festive cheer, and a chance to cling to him without shame every time you wobbled on your skates.

it seemed like a perfect date, though the nervous fluttering in your stomach reminded you that skating wasn't exactly your strong suit.

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the rink was buzzing with laughter and chatter, families and couples gliding across the ice in varying degrees of skill.

minho helped you lace up your skates, his long fingers deftly tying the knots before tugging at them to ensure they were secure.

"good to go," he declared, standing and offering you his hand. "come on, angel. let's see if you're secretly a pro at this."

you took his hand tentatively, rising to your feet with all the grace of a newborn deer. minho bit his lip to suppress a laugh as you wobbled, gripping his arm for support.

"don't laugh at me," you whined, though the corners of your mouth quirked up in a grin.

"I'm not laughing," he lied, his eyes betraying his amusement. "I'm just admiring how cute you look when you're about to fall on your face."

"minho!"

he tugged you toward the ice before you could protest further, his laughter blending with the festive music.

once you were on the rink, your feet slipped and slid beneath you, and you instinctively latched onto his arm, your gloved fingers clutching the sleeve of his coat.

"easy, babe," he said, steadying you with both hands. "I've got you. just relax and glide."

you tried to follow his instructions, but the ice was slippery, and your legs felt like they had a mind of their own.