Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook

~Endings~

This is it....btw you guys should go listen to Sherwin and Jonathan by Arturo Cardelus before you read this. 

Jimin's POV:

I watch as the first group goes out, immediately catching the eyes of every person. Their theme this is has been redemption, and they play it off beautifully. Fredrick has asked me many times since Jungkook left what my theme is...but I've always been unable to answer. 

Their first jump is a quad toe loop, which they manage to land well enough- though, they only barely had enough rotations. They continue to the next half of their performance in a rather choppy manner. Their faces are covered in sweat as they spin and reach for each other's support...but the heart is missing...and it shows. 

After a while, everyone is sitting with their eyes wide as they become enveloped in the team's artistic abilities. Though, I find nothing special about it at all and decide to walk away from the screen to a quiet spot. There's an empty stretching room, which is dimly lit and cool. Slowly I walk into the room, gliding the door shut behind me. The room is bare from any equipment besides yoga mats and a giant mirror wall. 

I tip-toe to the center of the room, starting in first position. I keep my eyes pinned on my every line as I move on to the next position. Once I feel that I have balanced my body out I turn up my music and take a deep breath, feeling the music all through out my body. My heart beat slows to the tempo and my breathing is the treble, my passion works as the bass. 

I begin to practice our choreography, taking fast, short steps to make up for the lack of ice in this room. For a while I watch the mirror with piercing eyes, looking for a mistake...but eventually I forget... I forget why I try so hard, and why any of this even matters. Somewhere inside me says that it's my passion, that skating is the thing I love the most...but I know better. 

"Do you think it's the only thing you're good at?" I hear someone say. I open my eyes and look in the mirror...my jaw dropping. "...Don't kid yourself..." He says, smiling sweetly at me as he tucks his hands into his coat pockets, his dark hair perfectly combed, and his face bright as ever. 

"Jungkook?" I whisper, looking into the reflection. "What are you doing here?" I ask, not turning back. 

"We're partners." He chuckles, smiling at me gracefully. "...what do you mean? This dance was meant for us..." 

"But...the dance..." My eyes begin to fill with tears."...the dance doesn't mean anything-"

"Tsk tsk tsk..." He clicks his tongue as he wanders around. "After all this time and you don't even know why you skate..." He smiles at me sadly through the mirror. "....there was only one feeling, Jimin. It was the one you got from skating and the same one you got from me." He taps the temples of his head. "Think about it...then you'll find out what's missing."

I spin around but see no one. Quickly I turn back to the mirror, but the reflection is gone. I blink my tears away and think about why I skate. 

"What is it?" I groan. "What feeling could I possibly get from both skating and Jungkook?" 

I love Jungkook, and I love-...no I don't. Skating has only ever shown me pain. I don't love it at all. So then...

Suddenly I gasp as the idea hits me. 

I run out of the room, yelling Fredrick's name.

"Jimin what is it?!" He shouts, running toward me with Sung by his side. 

"Acceptance!" I shout. 

"What?" They both ask.

"That's..." I pant. "..That's our theme. That's the whole reason I'm even skating. It's acceptance..." I smile at him. "Call Jungkook! I need him here right now-"