Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook

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Jimin's POV

The blood in my veins is about to boil over the instant my eyes land on the brown haired intruder. 

"S-sorry," He begins, stuttering as he picks himself up from the ice. "I was just...I'm sorry." He skates quickly to the side of the rink.

I begin to stride toward him, feeling my fingers twitch to strangle him. 

"Who are you?!" I shout, halfway to him. I hear the door open behind me.

"What's going on here?" I hear my coach ask. 

I stop and look back at him. "I found a rat-"

"Good Lord, Jimin." My coach says exasperatedly. "Don't you have any kind of grace?" My jaw drops to the floor. Is he talking to me?! "This is the boy who so kindly came to your ice rink's rescue while you were away. At least, that's what I'm assuming..." He trails off, leaning past me to make eye contact with the very ashamed looking boy. "Am I correct?"

"Y-yes. I'm Jeon Jungkook." 

My coach nods his head slightly. "You see, Jimin? If it wasn't for him your ice would be ruined-"

"Yeah well I'll probably have to have it resurfaced again because of this little-"

"I really am sorry." The little brat- I mean, Jungkook says; cutting me off. "I-I didn't mean to. I just..." He can't seem to finish his sentence. "I'll go now." He finished taking off my skates in a very rough fashion that makes me wince in sympathetic pain. "Don't worry about paying me. I'm sorry I caused any trouble."

He stands from the bench and begins briskly walking forward before- I gasp and rush forward but its too late.

Jungkook's POV

I'm shocked into complete silence as I hold the broken skates in my hands. It happened so fast. Just as I was walking past I tripped and...I dropped them. The sound of the beautiful blades breaking off the heel of the skate echos through the building and I pray that I will disappear. 

"Oh...oh my..." I can't even speak. I look up quickly to see a very red Park Jimin; his eyes burning with rage. 

He begins to kneel down, but instead I stand to meet him, giving him the skates. He breathes loudly, mouth slightly agape.

"...get out...." His voice is a low whisper.

"I-I'm so sorry-" I try to apologize; reaching for his shoulder to console him. 

"I said GET OUT!" The blonde boy shouts, slapping my hand away. My heart sinks into a dark obis as I see a tear well up in his eye. 

Quickly I slip past him, making a swift B-line for the door, but I feel something grab onto the back of my shirt, causing me to gag and come to a sudden halt.

"Where do you think you're going?" I hear his coach ask. His voice is low and scary. 

"I...I should go." I say, swallowing the lump of guilt in my throat. 

"Oh no you don't." He looks back toward the short blonde boy and his broken skates which he holds in his trembling, small hands. Oh hell, please just let me die. "If you go, then who's gonna clean up your mess?" He nods his head at Jimin.

"B-but I-"

"What? You're just gonna ruin something special and walk away so someone else has to deal with it?" He asks, making my mouth run dry. 

"N-no." My mind is racing to find a solution. "I...I'll pay you back." I say suddenly, but I have no idea how. I make little to nothing every month even though I'm constantly working.