Ice Prince

3

"Jungkook is so cute," Jimin exclaimed with pep, sauntering away from the rink's icy center.

The younger skater could only roll his eyes at those words. He didn't really like Jungkook; he was the enemy. "He's alright."

"Alright?" The other tutted, "are you fucking joking?" Jimin raised a single brow, as if testing Taehyung's questionable truths.

The brown-haired latter rolled his eyes, holding his scuffed skates in hand. He looked down at his blades, examining the condition of the dangling boots. It was about time for him to get his blades sharpened, or buy new ones altogether. It was important to keep watch of his skates' condition, had had them for about five years and knew they were getting pretty worn out... but not half as bad as his other competitor.

"Have you seen Jungkook's skates?" Taehyung gazed over with wide eyes, catching Jimin in his curious sights.

The shorter male walked with energy as if he hadn't been skating for five hours straight. Jimin knotted his skates at their boot strings, swinging them by his index and middle finger as they hung over the backside of his shoulder. With each step, they teetered toward his right shoulder blade. "Why would I be looking at his skates?"

"To know your opponent," Taehyung raised his brows at the elder,  "their strengths and weaknesses, these things are important."

"Not really, I'd rather mind my own business and focus on myself."

The younger released an agitated heave, his shoulder drooping in a sulk. "That's not the fucking point!"

"Then what is?"

"His skates are like shit!"

"'Like'? Are you a valley girl now?" Jimin now teased, a cheekily grin to his expression..

"Shut up," the younger lifted his hands tightly, curling his sparse fingers as if to fakely strangle his friend. "Please, just zip it!"

Jimin scoffed inviting a short shrug afterward. "What were you saying about Jungkook's old skates?"

"I-" the taller retracted his aggressed hands, "I thought you said things like that were none of your business."

"No, now you're just putting words in my mouth."

"Ji-"

"I said my opponents' strengths and weakness are none of my business, I'm not competitive in that sort of way. That doesn't mean I don't pay attention to my surroundings, I'm not some imbecile." Those words received a scowl from Taehyung, to which Jimin couldn't care less about. "Those skates are fucking old."

Taehyung snickered, gazing mirthfully at the latter. His palm dashed over his mouth to rebuked any laughter at someone else's misfortunes. "Why does he even have them at this point? They look like they expired a decade ago."

For some odd reason — that Taehyung accepted willingly — he felt relieved. It relieved him to know that this incredible god of a skater wasn't all too perfect. He had a weakness, a minuscule point that could be exploited. 

Maybe this wasn't a good thought, but Taehyung didn't care. He was so eager to win that his state of mind had placed itself well above the moral compass. Now, he wasn't one to go out and physically sabotage another skater, but emotional complications were well within his threshold. 

"Taehyung, what I said was not an attempt at mocking the kid."

"Huh?" The aforementioned attentively gazed at the elder.

Jimin's expression straightened out. His tired arms fell to his side, the loop of his skate's swung back with a small thud against Jimin's thigh as his shoulder muscles stressed from all the excess strain from today's extra long session. "Taehyung, don't be a dick."