Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook

Fresh Powder

Jungkook's POV

Eagerly I slip into my shoes and hurry out the door, my skates clinking cheerfully as I quietly hustle down the hall and out the door. 

The sun hasn't risen  yet, making the rink just a little chillier than  usual, but that's okay. 

It's early, 6:00 AM to be exact, but after taking a week off of practice I'm gonna need a little extra time to warm up. The keys jingles and clang together cheerfully as I twist the lock and  step inside, shivering at the slightly creepy feeling that the dark place has, but there is one thing there that I have never seen before.

"What?" I ask quietly, stepping inside. 

I've seen them go around on the ice before, those big machines that do...well, if I must confess I have no idea what they're for. Looking to my right, I see a small sign  which reads. 

NO ADMITTANCE ALLOWED UNTIL 7 AM

Aish! What is this? I really needed to practice for longer this morning. 

"Yah! Kid!" The guy on the machine yells at me. "Can't you read? You're not suppose to be in here until 7!"

"Yeah, yeah! I got it!" I shout back, annoyed. 

Setting my skates down on a seat I return to the house, feeling slightly agitated that I couldn't get started right off the bat this morning. 

As I reach for the door handle, I am surprised to see in already twisting. I don't have time to question it before it's suddenly yanked up, proceeding from it a very fresh looking Jimin. 

"Oh!" He says softly, stepping back. "Jungkook, were you coming to get me?" He sighs. "Don't do that. I already told you that I won't start doing nice things just 'cuz you start doing them-"

"I wasn't." I say, cutting him off. 

"Oh..." His eyebrows suddenly knit together in confusion. "What're you doing then? Didn't you come outside to practice?"

"I did, but it looks like there's some work being done in there-"

"Work?" Jimin is suddenly deathly angry. He stomps past me, shoving me aside softly. 

He slides open the door as loud as he can. 

"HEY!" He shouts, causing the man on the machine to almost go into  cardiac arrest.

"O-oh, Jimin I didn't know you would be up this early-"

"Can it!" He suddenly yells. I watch his eyes dart down to the sign, reading it silently. "Did you tell Jungkook to get of the ice?!"

"W-well I..."

"Answer me damn it!" He yells, walking to the edge of the rink. 

"Jimin, don't-" I say, gripping his arm gently. He only shrugs me off. 

"I was told that no one can be on the ice until after I'm done." The man says in defense. 

"I understand, don't worry about it-" I try to say, but Jimin only growls at me and keeps fighting. 

"Yah! Listen here, if I or Jungkook tell you to get off, I don't care if you're barely starting, you get off! Capeesh?!"

"Jimin..." I swoop in close to his ear, keeping my voice low as I take hold of his arm. "...stop, please. Let's just go. He's just trying to do his job..." I lean back to look at him, but he seems to be a little in shock at my sudden closeness. 

"I'm sorry. I will hurry as quickly as I can-" The man says, sweat beading on his forehead in concern. 

"No." Jimin says sternly. "...no don't...just...just do what you're doing...we'll wait till your done..." He says, his tone almost sounding defeated. 

I'm so shocked I don't even know what to say. He turns on his heel, quickly striding away from me.

"J-Jimin-ah?" I say, feeling slightly nervous about how he'll react to me calling him that. 

"Mmm." He hums in response, flopping down in a seat. 

"I...it's just..." I take a seat next to him, noticing how he keeps one hand on his face, probably to hide the annoyed look. "nothing...never mind." I say quickly, my attention turning to the machine, wondering what it's doing. 

~15 minutes later~

Jimin's POV

My heart is pounding and I have to keep a hand on my face to hide my blushing cheeks. 

J-Jimin-ah...did I even hear him right? He really said that to me....and then earlier when he swooped in close to whisper that to me, his warm peppermint breath fanning over my neck, making chills run all over me, then he grabbed me- I suddenly feel another wave of chills run over me as I look at how incredibly attractive he looks in his skating gear. 

His black skates, pants and long sleeved compression shirt...damn. I was so grateful when Fredrick suggested the compression shirt for him because ....damn boi...those muscles. 

I watch him as he observes the ice resurfacing machine; his hand scratching his chin, his dark eye brows knit together slightly in confusion...suddenly the realization hits me. 

"Jungkook..." I say, making sure to say it slowly so my voice doesn't waver.

"Yeah?" He says, not looking at me. 

"Do you know what that is?" I ask, my eyes trained on him. 

He suddenly turns his head and leans back in his seat. "Uh..." He laughs and scratches his upper arm softly. "...does it make me an idiot if I say no?" He ask, shooting me one of his adorbale toothy smiles. 

"Yes." I answer back bluntly, laughing softly, and to my surprise he laughs too. Seriously, doesn't this kid know when people are, and are not making jokes about him?!

"Well, I guess I'm an idiot then. What is it?" He asks, stretching his arms, looking at me for an explanation. 

"It's called an Ice Resurfacing Machine." I turn my gaze back to the machine. 

"Resurfacing? As in, smoothing?"

"Basically. It has a blade in the front which scrapes away all of the rough patches on the ice's surface then, after all the ice is smooth, it has a type of air conditioner in the back with an attached towel which runs over all of the  melted ice, freezing it over once again, but this time it's all fresh and easy to skate on. It makes it so we hit less rough patches..." I turn my head to make sure he got the point, but he's already looking, his dark eyes soft and peaceful, they look like they're resting on me rather than staring at me. "W-what?" I ask, checking behind me to make sure he was still looking at me.

His lips flinch into a quick smile. "...nothing." He finally says, finally pulling his gaze away. 

"Yeah, right." I say, fidgeting with one of my skate's laces. 

"Thanks." He says, before leaning down to re-tie one of his own skates. 

I look back at him, my eyebrows shooting up. "What for?" I ask, smiling slightly. 

"For telling me. It's nice to have someone around to answer your questions." He turns his head and looks up at me, smiling softly, and I can feel my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." I say, jerking my eyes away from him. 

Jungkook's POV

That's what Fredrick wants...I'm suppose to smooth Jimin over just like the Ice Resurfacing Machine. 

It's taking a long time...and maybe in the end Jimin won't change at all, but slowly, ever so slowly, I can see his rough patches sloughing off, revealing the fresh new surface. In his own words: It will make it so we hit less rough patches.

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Pretty short chapter 

Hope you enjoyed it!