Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook

Exploring Jimin

Jungkook's POV

I walk to my room, wincing each time I step, but eventually I make it there and strip. I turn the shower to the hottest I can stand and get inside. I sigh in relief as my sore muscles slowly relax. My calves hurt as though I've been beaten with a metal bat... and my feet...Oh my feet... luckily they aren't bleeding, but there are blisters on every toe and the skin around my ankles has been rubbed raw. 

I rinse myself off gently and get out of the shower, drying my hair and slipping into a pair of sweatpants. I dry off my stomach, looking in the mirror at the bruises I managed to get from the many times I fell in that short hour of practice. I sigh and walk out of my bathroom and lay down on my bed, letting my eyes close, which is when I hear the door across the hall slowly open and close. It's nothing, I tell myself, but I can feel curiosity taking over my better judgment and slowly I stand and walk to my door. 

Jimin's POV

My heart pounds as I tip toe to his door and press my ear to it as gentle as possible; listening to see whether or not he's even in there. I hear nothing and decide that he must be sleeping. I'm just about to pull back from the door when it suddenly opens and I tumble forward a little onto Jungkook's bare chest. 

I'm blushing so hard I think I might die. My heart pounds against my chest at the fact that I'm leaning against Jungkook's chest. His arms immediately fly forward and catch me so I don't tumble to the floor. My fingers clutch onto his bare biceps; I look up at his face to find that he's already staring back at me, looking extremely shocked. 

"J-Jungkook!" I snap myself out of my daze and push away from him, my hands resting on his pecks lightly, which makes me snatch them away and cover my eyes. "Holy fuck! Why are you naked?!" I shout and I'm grateful that I'm covering my face because I'm blushing like an idiot. 

"It's just my shirt." He says, and I know that if it was any of my other partners I wouldn't have bat an eye at the fact that they were shirtless, but then again if it was any of my other partners I wouldn't be in this position right now! "Sorry, I'll put a shirt on. You can come in if you want." As he turns around I can't help but peek through my fingers at his muscly, tan back. His skin is so smooth and warm; he smells so nice too. He reaches for a white t-shirt he has on his bed and puts it on, turning to face me when  it's only half way on, but I can't look away. Shamelessly I let my eyes roam over his perfectly tanned and toned body, which is when a black and blue patch catches my eye. When he fell, that was when he fell this morning.

"What did you need?" He asks, folding his arms. 

"I...I was just um..." I scratch my head and wish I was anywhere but here. "I was coming to make sure you came back from the rink okay. That's all." I turn away from him and stride to my door, but he calls after me, stopping me just as I reach the handle. 

"Jimin?" My name sounds so nice coming from him when he's not mad. 

"Yeah, what?" I respond coldly. 

"...W-well I just wanted to say thanks. I mean, you didn't have to stop practice for me-"

"I didn't stop it for you." I lie. "I was just tired. Jeez, not everything is about you-"

"I know you weren't tired, Jimin." He cuts me off softly. "You're stronger than that, stronger than me. Anyways...I just wanted to say thank you." My heart swells with something warm and new. Is he showing me affection? Real, sincere affection? 

"Y-yeah, whatever." Is all I can say back before I open my door and slam it behind me harshly. I turn around and sink to the floor once I know I'm safe. 

"Dammit, Jungkook." I whisper extra quietly to myself. I scrunch up into a ball and rest my forehead on my knees. "Why do you make me feel this way?" I ask myself, making sure to keep my voice low. I've never dated before, hell I've never even had a crush on someone before. I sigh in frustration at this new feeling. It...it feels good. It's exciting and warm; makes me have chills all over my body, but it's frustrating at the same time. I made myself a strict promise when I was in my junior years as a skater. I told myself that I would never date my partner because once emotions get mixed into work, everything gets ruined.