mall elves | yoonmin

december 13th. [ iii ]

Jimin takes a long look around the rink and a longer breath of cold air. Sure, going home and taking a warm bath and forgetting Yoongi was the plan, the preferable one. But he can't deny that this is nice too, especially with the light hitting the ice and the way all of the seasonal decorations look.

He touches his left foot to the smooth surface, glancing at Hoseok, who's beside him. It really has been a while since he's done this, and now that he thinks about it, he won't have to spend time with Yoongi. And he'll be doing something he likes. So really, this isn't even bad.

He pushes off, starting slow so he can catch himself in the rhythm, the one most of the crowd has been swept into.

It's not long before familiarity comes over him, and he loses himself in it like he always does, gliding around with ease, resembling water when he twirls his body.

Yeah, maybe he'd considered doing this professionally before.

It's one of the few things he feels confident doing. So, obviously, when he spots a very clumsy Yoongi not far off, it's hard for him to not feel smug.

Especially when the pitiful guy's making all these fruitless attempts to copy Jimin, in the hopes that maybe, he'll stop falling on his ass. Jimin doesn't like to laugh at people, but he feels no guilt for laughing at how helpless Min Yoongi looks in a pair of ice skates.

His tiny body is splayed out on the ice, trying to get upright again, and when he finally does, his left foot shoots out uncontrollably in front of him, and in an attempt to jerk it backwards, he flies onto his knees again. Hard.

Somehow, Jimin doubts that Yoongi has ever done this before.

But instead of going to give him a hand like Jimin would do for pretty much anyone else, he effortlessly glides over, swooping a pretty figure eight around Yoongi, who gives him this scowl containing the fires of hell.

Jimin takes that opportunity to make a kissy face - just to feed his infuriation - and winks in the most diva-like way possible as he skates backwards with ease, looking absolutely delighted with these turning tables.

Yoongi tries again to get up, but his palm slips forward, and his chin hits the ice, which fucking hurts. Jimin just blows kisses at him with his hands, twirling gracefully, letting his eyes flutter shut as if he's caught in the moment.

Yoongi is actually going to kill him.

Maybe Jimin doesn't even need his coat anymore, because he can feel the heat of his nemesis' frustration on his back, and it's like he's a few miles away from the sun. Finally, he skates a little further away from him, displaying an impressive speed and elegance as he travels along the edge of the rink.

He's still gliding around flawlessly, drunk on triumph, when he hears a familiar voice call his name from close by. It brings him down from his imaginary throne, and he turns around to look.

"Jimin!" Hoseok calls again, skating over clumsily and as quickly as he can without slipping (which is not very quickly, mind you). He's unsteady, almost falling several times on the way, and Jimin starts to make his way towards him so he won't have to go as far.

"Yeah?" he replies as they meet in the middle.

Hoseok reaches out to grip onto Jimin's sleeves, and he smiles when Jimin puts his hands on his shoulders, steadying him. "Thanks, cutie," he says. "Hey, uh...can you do me a big favor?"