Frosted Palace

Chapter One

              As the Captain of his team, he had to make a choice, pass the puck or shoot it.
He weaved through the defencemen as a needle through some yarn. The tall blonde made his choice in an instant, he was going to win the game.
With seconds remaining he skated up to the goalie faking him out then brought his stick back to his shoulder and slammed with all his force to slapshot the puck into the goal. The puck grazed the goalies face mask resulting in the goalie falling to the ice.
             
              The puck collided into the net of the goal. The captain knew he won the game for his team.

              The sound of a foghorn rang throughout the arena, followed by a sickening roar of applause and screams. But the most important scream of all was the scream of his, as in the tall blonde captain, loving boyfriend Yang Jeongin. He was jumping up and down screaming whilst wearing his boyfriend’s jersey.
              Chants started echoing through the stadium.
             
              “WHOS THE MAN, CHANS THE MAN”

               Above all else, chan could hear his boyfriend chanting the loudest. He skated up to the seats and motioned for jeongin to come.
Jeongin came down to the wall separating him and his boyfriend and listened to what he had to say. Chan whispered a statement to jeongin the skated away.

               The Black-haired laced up his skates and joined chan on the ice. Chan gave him a bone-crushing hug then kissed him for his dear life. The roaring died down as they noticed the happy couple kissing on the ice.

                The co-captain of the team skated by while making a kissy face. “Go fuck yourself,” Chan said to the short fury knowing the fans couldn't hear him. The short male just gave him a thumbs-up, whilst skating back to the bench.

                Chan rolled his eyes at his best friend. He then turned to jeongin with a serious face. “Baby we need to talk.”
Jeongin was excited he had been with Chan for so long he hoped today was the day. The day he had been waiting for his whole life. The day he would no longer be on the market. The day someone would propose to him.

                 “Jeongin, baby, bubs, I don’t think we should date anymore,” Chan was looking into Jeongins eyes making it so much worse.

                  “I-I don’t u-understand,” Jeongin’s lip started quivering. He couldn’t believe this was going to happen he thought Chan was going to propose.

                  “We should stop dating, I just don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore,” Chan gave Jeongin consoling eyes. The Small boy burst into tears hitting chan on the chest. Everyone in the stadium was quiet watching the poor boy cry, wondering what their beloved hockey player did to him.

                   The short co-captain skated up to jeongin with a face showing his condolences. He gave the poor boy a box of almost empty tissues.
“Thank you, they should make you captain, unlike this jerk,” Jeongin cut himself off by blowing his nose.

Now you may be wondering, How did this all start? Well it all started one day two years ago

                   Jeongin's mom was running all around the house helping him get ready for his freestyle competition.
“Honey do you have your skates in the bag,” His mother yelled up the stairs

                   “Yes mother, I also have my towel water, bottle, extra make-up, and change of clothes,” Jeongin popped out of his room wearing his sparkly black mesh shirt(it covered his nipples), and his black skin-tight tights.  He sat down at his mother's vanity, so she could do his makeup. She gave him a smoky eye with strong eyeliner and dark red lips. He also got black stick-on jewels put in a line next to his eyes following his highlighted cheekbones.
Jeongin checked the time and saw that it was time to leave for the competition, luckily being held at his local skating rink. He grabbed his bag and jumped into his mothers soccer-mom van. His mom grabbed her purse and sat in the driver's seat.

                    “Honey buckle up, we also have to pick up Felix, and Minho,” Jeongin grabbed his seat belt and clicked it into the holder. His mother turned on the radio and we go up by nct dream was playing. Jeongin started harmonizing with chenle, resulting in his mother chuckling.
    
                    After a few more songs the Yangs pulled up to the Lee’s. Felix and his cousin Minho could be seen running out of the house in their sparkly outfits with their bags containing their skates, and extra clothes. The two boys jumped into the car and buckled their seatbelts.

                     “Hey, guys how are you doing?” Jeongin turned around in his seat to face the Lee’s.

                     “Pretty good, I’m pumped for the freestyle,” Felix responded to jeongin with a smile.

                     “I’m excited I just hope I don’t drop Nayeon, she’s really good at balancing just I’m always worried about dropping her,” Minho was very concerned.

                     “Well, Hyung I think you two will do amazing. You guys are amazing with your tricks.” Jeongin praised Minho. “How do you hold her without her skates cutting you?” Jeongin questioned the older Lee.

                      “Well, on my thighs I have pads to protect the skin. And with my arms and face, it’s A lot of practice to make sure I don’t get cut.” Jeongin’s mouth was shaped like an O.

                       Soon enough the group arrived at the rink. “Sure is packed I’ll see you, boys, later, bye do good,” Jeongin's mom waved as she entered the guest door. The boys waved back and entered the athlete entrance. The troupe walked to their dressing room and laced up their skates.

Meanwhile
                      Chan parked his car and hopped out. His two other friends, Jisung and Changbin, popped out and grabbed their gear. The trio walked into the rink noticing there were a lot of cars just for one of their hockey practices. 
                   
                        They walked up to the locker rooms to notice there was a note on the door, there is no practice today. There is a figure skating competition today, you are welcome to put your gear in the locker room and watch the performance. Entrance is free for you guys.

                     “Well, there’s no practice,” Changbin started.

                     “Oh wow really, I didn’t know,” Jisung jumped in.

                     “Shut up both of you,” Chan glared at the feuding two, “Should we go and watch the performance.”

                      “May as well,” the squirrel-like male responded, with Changbin nodding his head in agreement.

                      The three put their gear into the locker room and went to go get seats for the performance.