I miraculously have free time, and in honor of the three to six inches I'll be getting tomorrow (where I live anyway) I decided to publish one more. Enjoy.
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"I'M DYING! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
"COME ON, HOSEOK-HYUNG! IT'S NOT THAT HARD!"
"EASY FOR YOU TO SAY! YOU'RE GOOD AT EVERYTHING!"
I shook my head and chuckled. These kids...
Jungkook wasn't nicknamed The Golden Maknae for nothing. He slid across the ice rink with ease. He resembled a professional as he twirled and jumped and raced on the ice. It was insane.
Jimin was actually skating shockingly well, and he already learned to skate backwards. He went a lot slower than the youngest, but in a more graceful way.
Taehyung did nothing but skate really fast. He zoomed past, cheerfully crying out as wind whipped past him. He went around the rink at full speed, laughing the whole time. There was only one problem: he didn't know how to stop. He would earn some bruises, but he still got back up whenever he fell and did the same thing again.
Hoseok is a different story. He rarely left the wall. He hung on for dear life and his screams echoed through the air. When he finally regained balance and let go of the edge, he slipped and fell.
Yoongi took one step on the ice, slipped, and didn't get back up. Hoseok eventually made his way over to him to ask him why he was laying in the ice. Yoongi's response was, "It's the secret to not falling."
These are the guys I spend everyday with.
Long fingers rested on my shoulder. I looked up to see a familiar face. "Oh, hey."
"You ready?"
I scoffed. "No. No way I'm going out there."
"Come on, Joonie." Jin moved forward a little to look me in the face. "I even got Yoongi to go out there. Don't tell me I got to convince you too." I had to strain my neck to look up at him since I sat on a bench and he was extra tall with the skates on.
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm nicknamed God of Destruction. I go out there, either me or someone else will die."
"You're going, Namjoon. It was your idea to come here in the first place. A day off in weeks, and you won't even participate. You. Are. Going." He patted my shoulder a few times. "You better have your skates on by the time I get back. I better go make sure Hobi is going to make it." He awkwardly walked up to the entrance and smoothly slid out onto the ice.
I sighed. I can't say no to him. The skates sat next to me on the bench, mocking me. I had been skating once before when I was a lot younger, and I never tried again thanks to that experience. I still remember the look of horror on my mother's face when I broke the skate.
Yes. I broke the ice skate.
I tied the laces and sat up straight. Ok. Here we go again.
"Looking good, Namjoon." Jin returned and stood before me. He extended a hand. "Let's go."
I took his hand and allowed him to pull me to my feet. I wobbled a little, feeling unbalanced on the single blade. "I-I don't know about this."
