Christmas music filled the cold, crisp air, with no one in sight. The ice was empty, and the night sky was lit up with red and white lights christmassy lights.
Jimin had already tied up his skates, while I struggled. He turned to look at me, and giggled.
"You need help with that, babe?"
Pausing from tieing my skates, I turned to Jimin, who even though his giant scarf was pulled up to cover half his face, his eyes smiled at me so widely and adorably.
"I think I got it" I said and turned back to my skates, trying to hide him from my blush.
However, I felt him get off the bench and kneel down right in front of me at my feet. He looked up at my red face, and smiled when we made eye contact.
He gently placed both his hands on either side of my foot, and moved it up closer to him, as he tied the laces. Gently, placing my foot down as if it were so fragile, he lifted my other foot and tied it's lace.
"See how that feels." Jimin stood up in front of me and took both of my hands in his hands, and helped me to stand up.
I was ready to start walking around to see if the skates fit right, when suddenly, I felt Jimin pull me close against his chest and hold me tightly, slowly swaying us side to side. His adorableness melted me. Especially with that cute scarf covering his mouth and nose.
He pulled back to look down at me, with his arms still around me in his embrace, and my face still very red.
"I can't tell if your blushing, or just cold," he giggled.
Letting go of me, Jimin took off his scarf that was around his face, and held it out longways with each hand at the ends. He held it over my head, and behind me, where he gently wrapped it around my neck, mouth and nose. His now exposed lips, smiled widely.
"Your so cute."
I giggled and he took my hand, leading me to the ice rink. The cold, loud wind blew through the -6c degree weather, occasionally fading out the sound of the Christmas music in the background. And the lights of red and white lit up the dark December night sky.
"Isn't it beautiful," Jimin said looking up. "I wanted to take you here at night, so we'd have this all to ourselves."
Still holding my hand, he looked over his shoulder to me, as we both reached the ice.
"I haven't skated in years," I whispered quietly.
Jimin turned all the way around to face me, and was now holding my one hand in both of his.
"It's okay, I'll help you," his expression was full of love, which warmed my freezing body up, just by looking at him.
He helped me on to the ice and held me until I was stable. Then, he let go and he grabbed my hand next to me.
"Just follow what I do," Jimin said, and he started skating slowly so that I could follow. And just like everything he does, he skated so perfectly and beautifully, that I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.
I tried to keep up, and was starting to get the hang of it. As I began to skate better, and faster, Jimin let go of my hand.
"There you go, you're doing it!" He said, skating at the same pace that I was.
Suddenly, I felt myself start to lose balance. Sticking my arms out to my sides to keep myself up was useless, when I felt my feet come up in front of me. I felt myself fall, and my butt made contact with the rock hard ice.
"Y/N!"
Jimin, who was now ahead of me, opened his eyes wide in fear. I saw him rush over on his skates, making a sharp stop when he got to me, which caused the ice around his feet to shed.
I was sitting on the cold, solid ice, with my legs out in front of me. I felt a little pain in my leg and hip, but it didn't seem too serious.
Jimin quickly squatted down to me,
"Are you okay!? Are you hurt!? What happened!?"
His hands frantically moved all over my arms, shoulders, and face.
"I'm okay. It didn't hurt that bad."
His panicked eyes were all over me. I could tell that he was unsure of how to help me, or where to put his hands.
"Will you be able to stand!? No... I can't let you. I feel so bad."
It hurt me to see Jimin so worried, and that he was blaming himself. I knew it wasn't his fault at all.
With my voice still muffled from Jimin's scarf around my face, I giggled. "Jimin, I'm okay. Really."
Suddenly, I felt myself being scooped up into a pair of arms. Carrying me bridal-style, Jimin skated to the edge of the rink, and walked back to the bench, where he sat down with me still in his arms, and my head still against his chest.
"Where does it hurt?" He said, holding me so carefully so that he would not hurt me. He was barely moving.
"Just my leg. But it doesn't hurt anymore, Jimin. I'm okay."
I felt Jimin hold me more relaxed now, and his eyes turned to meet mine, staring at me for a few seconds, then turned his head and looked away from me.
"I'm sorry," he said, staring out to the ice. "I was hoping that you'd have a good time."
I lifted my hand and held his face, and turned it back to look down at me again. Then, I moved his head in close to mine and stared into his beautiful brown eyes.
"I had an amazing time."
Jimin's smile returned, and he gently pulled down the scarf to reveal my lips. In which he leaned in, and kissed.
