Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook

Nostalgia

Hello Lovelies! Another chapter for you all!

Jimin's POV:

"Jungkook-ah~" I chuckle as he glides towards me, embracing me in his warm, loving arms. He tries to spin me around but we end up falling to the ice with a thud. My head whacks the ice with a particularly hard sound which makes me groan.

Slowly Jungkook crawls over the top of me, looking over me to make sure I'm alright as he keeps one hand at my waist protectively.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his cute eyes full of worry.

I chuckle and touch his face softly, looking up into his beautiful brown eyes. As he finally stops worrying and pays attention to me, looking deep into my eyes, I smile. "I am now..."

A sweet smile slowly spreads across his lips as he leans down, cupping the side of my face in one of his hands, guiding my lips toward his own. He kisses me sweetly, tenderly, the smile never leaving his thin lips.

As he pulls away he licks over and bites at his lips, a slight blush covering his cheekbones. He doesn't budge, only thumbs my hair softly and melts into my gaze.

"What?" I ask a nervously, lacing my fingers in between his.

He almost giggles as he leans forward and kisses my nose. "....I'm just so damn in love with you..." He blushes and smiles, capturing my lips in another kiss.

Electricity runs through my body as he presses his lips against mine. This love he has for me....it almost makes me want to cry. And I reciprocate it fully...

"....I love you too, Jungkook-ah~" I whisper into his lips, earning a smile from him as he chuckles sweetly, holding me on the floor of the cold ice.

"Excuse me, sir?" A women asks, shaking me softly from my sleep.

"What?" I ask with a yawn, feeling sad that she woke me from my memory...

"I got a message from a young man earlier. I forgot to catch his name, but he was saying that you shouldn't worry about the tournament tomorrow. Everything will be fine." The stewardess smiles at me sweetly before walking away.

......"Who the fuck would say that?" I groan as I sit up, stretching. Everywhere outside is still dark, and my coach and partner are sleeping peacefully on the other corners of the jet.

Slowly I walk to the bathroom, stumbling slightly but in the end making it there. I shut the door and sit down on the closed toilet, rubbing my tired eyes. The slight turbulence knocks me from side to side. Slowly I reach up and turn off the light, making the whole entire bathroom go dark.

With shaking fingers I take out my phone, turning the brightness down as I tuck my knees up to my chest. Slowly I swipe through my pictures, reminiscing about the times gone by...about the things we did...and about the things that never happened. Pictures of lazy mornings spent in bed, and sexy moments in the bathroom swim through my camera roll, until something catches my eye.

My heart slows to a whisper as I tap on an old picture...one from six months ago. It's from an odd angle, almost like I'm laying down...but I'm positive that the person I'm taking a picture of is Jungkook. He's sitting in the seat across from me....in this very jet, sleeping silently.

Suddenly a drop of water drips to my screen and runs across it, magnifying the picture in places. I cover my mouth with my hoodie sleeve as I hiccup sobs. I squeeze my eyes closed and hold the phone to my chest, almost as if to let my heart touch this moment for one last time.

I wish I could've warned myself to fall in love faster....to take advantage of those insecure feelings I had and enjoy the discovery with him....

I bite my lip to hold in the sobs but eventually they escape, filling the tiny bathroom with the sounds of my broken, yearning heart.

"Jun-Jungkook-ah~" I cry into my hands clasped over my trembling lips. "....Jungkook-ah....pl-please....let me let you go.... tell me it's okay..." I cry, my slim shoulders shaking softly. "....tell me it's okay to stop loving you..."

THE END

Just kidding! Of course I wouldn't leave y'all hangin like that

Jungkook's POV:

I check into a cheap hotel room and spend the night worrying about whether or not the stewardess ever got my message to Jimin. I know I can't be with him anymore....and that he probably hates me but....but I can't let him do this alone. If I can't be out there with him...I at least want to be there cheering him on.

I decide to buy a seat somewhere close enough that I can see but far enough away that he won't accidentally catch my face during one of the rounds about the rink. The clock ticks next to me on the nightstand like a bomb. Every second feels like an hour, and every hour seems like an eternity as I wait for morning to come eagerly, a side of me secretly dreading it.

I've been a coward. Jimin came to me, he begged for me....and all I did was push him away and run to America. He was the one who really cared about us. He was willing to throw away everything for me!...but I was too much of a coward to accept him.

So now...this is what I must do. If I cannot hold him, I will watch him. If I cannot kiss him, I will cheer for him. If I cannot love him... I will...well I guess I haven't gotten that far yet.

~The Next Morning~

My heart drums so loud I can feel it in my head and hear it as I take a seat. Everyone chats nervously about what is going to happen. They take bets among themselves and give each other their best predictions based on their "vast experience" on the subject.

I chuckle at them, but only to distract my mind from the fact that I feel as though I want to throw up.

Jimin's POV:

I walk numbly to the locker rooms, changing into my costume with Sung following suit. Fredrick's tips turn into garbles of nonsense as I begin to stretch out. We're the third in line to perform...but I don't feel as nervous this time. In fact, I don't feel anything this time.

"Jimin, you have to concentrate this round okay? Yesterday was the first time you took home bronze and it's going to be the last too. you hear me?" He asks sternly but I only hum in response and plug in my headphones, walking out toward the rink to warm up on the ice.

I enter the ice, relishing the familiar coldness that greets me. I don't practice any jumps, in fact the only thing I do is skate around the rink repeatedly, listening to the music Jungkook and I picked out tentatively. (Sherwin and Jonathan by Arturo Cardelus)

Every note, every sound makes me fall into some sort of nostalgia; my mind swimming with Jungkook. I think about him and all of the things he likes...everything he does....

Before I realize it the horn blows to tell us practice time is up, and I know somewhere deep down inside that I've already found the one thing I love in the world more than the ice...more than the crowds which cheer my name...or the painful acceptance of my parents.

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Tomorrow I will write the last chapter...
*Cries Uncontrollably*
You all have been so amazing to support me through this story!
Until next time, Lovelies~