C o l d

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Draft: 14/01/18   13:36
Published: 19/01/18   16:54

((Ok my description of a ice rink isn't that good. And yes I've been ice skating before. I'm pretty cool at it since I've had expletive with sometime like it before))
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'You remind me of a graceful swan on the ice...,'
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The dreadful mirror showed [Y/n] something he wished was dead. He frowned at his reflection before trudging down the stairs, turning to go to the kitchen. He found his mother cooking spam as his brother was watching some child show on his iPad. He saw the gleeful smile that was spreaded on his face as he kicked his feet to and fro. Something itched at him, telling him that Minsu would still act like this if he was gone.

[Y/n] ignored it.

His mum greeted him with a loving smile, turning to tell him to set the table "[Y/n] dear please set the table," she asked, walking with her saucepan in hand to the plate in the middle that already had egg and sausages on it. [Y/n] didn't say a word before collecting the spoons and forks from the drawers, walking back to set them on the table before going to get the plates.

The family sat down to eat, not forgetting to make sure everyone was ready to eat before staring to gorge down the food. It was when a sigh was heard that both Minsu and [Y/n] stopped eating, their mum looking down at her plate.

"[Y/n], honey," she mumbled, turning to look at [Y/n] "is there something bothering you?" She asked, her black eyes holding worry. [Y/n] completely stiffened at what his mother asked him, his hands holding his utensils tightly in his grip.

"Don't worry. I'm just tired," he replied, smiling softly to reassure his troubled mother. In return, his mum smiled back, although she wasn't convinced that he was only tired. The three kept on eating but now there was a bit of tension in the air.

When [Y/n] was done, he sat his plate and utensils at the sink, immediately heading up to his room to cave into. He was going to do that, before he received a text from Jungkook. He felt the genuine smile grace his face before he read the text.

Kookie❣: Hey, you want to come ice skating with me and my friends?

[Y/n] stood at the steps of the stairs, staring at his phone. He really didn't want to go out today. He wanted to laze around, be a like a bear for once. But the thought of Jungkook's sad and disappointed face made [Y/n]'s stomach churn in guilt.

[Y/n] sighed and texted his response, going up the stairs to get ready.

[Y/n]: Yeah, sure!! I get to see your friends?! Oooo ;))))

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[Y/n] sighed, feeling all prepped up. His legs were wrapped up inside blue jeans, sticking to his legs like glue. He was all snuggled up inside a cosy, fluffy, white hoodie that was very baggy on his skinny form. The sleeves reached to his finger tips which made him all the merrier. [Y/n] really did love baggy clothing. His feet were fitted into black converse that just so happened to fit him. He was surprised since he got them when he was about sixteen which were about three years ago. He mustn't have grown foot wise.