Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook

"I'm never letting you go."

Jungkook's POV

"Aish! Jimin!" I shout, feeling the stretch radiate through out my whole body. 

"Just a little more." He says gently, trying to get me to keep going.

"It's too far!" I shout, squinting my eyes closed. 

"Oh c'mon, Jungkook! You're not even halfway!"

"Well, some of us aren't as flexible as you!" I shout, holding onto the bar in front of me for dear life. 

"Ugh!" He sighs, taking a place at the bar next to me, easily sinking down to the floor, legs split. 

"H-how?!" I shout, eyes wide. 

"Easy." He replies with a shrug, quickly standing up and walking behind me, hands resting on my shoulders. 

Coach was able to find us a ballet studio to practice in while we work on my dancing this week. So far Jimin has been forcing me straight through hell without any breaks. He's started off with teaching me how to do the splits, but dammit! I can't fucking do it! He's a fricking noodle, so it's easy for him to bend in half and fold his body into all kinds of contorted positions, which kind of turns me on and freaks me out at the same time. 

"I can't do it." I sigh, falling backwards and closing my legs. 

"Ugh!" Jimin sighs, catching me with his legs. "Why are you so lazy?! It's not that hard-"

"Please..." I beg, closing my eyes and breathing deeply. "Just give me a break for a moment." I sigh, relaxing back on his legs. 

A fan blows to my right, refreshing my sweat covered forehead. When Jimin doesn't respond I open my eyes and look up at him questioningly. He's staring down at me with wide doe eyes, his heart visibly pounding in his chest. 

He swallows hard and shakes his head before continuing. "W-whatever. Just make it q-quick." He spits, stepping back suddenly, making me fall back, knocking my head slightly on the ground. 

I groan and grab at the back of my skull, a pout forming on my lips. "Why are you so mean to me?" I whine at him, catching his attention as he makes his way to a folding chair to sit down. 

"Why do you find my legs to be a good resting place?" He retorts, grabbing a bottle of water to drink from. "There are more than enough chairs in this room and yet you continually choose my legs." He states.

Quickly I roll over into a more seductive position, placing one hand on my leg, fingertips poised on my upper thigh, my eyes sharp. "I just can't help myself." I growl, making him choke on his water softly. I smile at my success and return to laying flat on the floor, breathing slowly. "I'm just joking with you." I chuckle. 

He says nothing, only focuses on swallowing his remaining water while also trying to breath normally. 

Jimin's POV:

He lays; a sweaty hot mess on the floor for my eyes to devour. His hair sticks to his forehead and his breath is hot and heavy, making my mouth water, but before I know it, I've drank all of my water, and yet I'm still thirsty- 

"So what should we do after this?" He asks, eyes still closed as he stretches out his limbs. 

"What do you mean?" I ask, watching him closely. 

"We never really do anything at home. So how about we go see a movie or something?" He asks coolly. I scream internally, my eyes popping open wide. 

I think of a thousand evil and cruel ways to turn him down, but something chastens my tongue, and keeps me from speaking. I only look down at my watch and pray that the next half of an hour will go by quickly so we can just go home and not do anything like every night since he came to us.