Dernière Danse [Jikook]

8

Jamais Vu - BTS

Jeongguk had absolutely no idea what he was doing here.

It's not everyday that Hoseok calls him in, demanding to go to the rink at eight o'clock in the morning, to wear something comfortable and not bring his speed skates. He didn't even give so much details as to why he has to be here, but all he knows is that he's suppose to meet someone who's suppose to explain it.

By now Jeongguk's mind is flying to the worse case scenarios as he sits on a bench to enter the rink, leg bouncing along with his hand out of anxiety as he waits for the said person. He began to think it was something in regards to his skating performance, or perhaps speak with another coach in regards to quitting the team since they found out he doesn't use his hearing aids when he does his events, or the fact that he's even participating without anyone knowing he's deaf.

Speed skating is all Jeongguk has, fuck if he's dismissed from the team than he most definitely wouldn't know what to do with his life.

A sweaty palm slides his long hair away from his face, gripping it a bit in hopes it eases away some of his tension but then realizes he is messing up his hair so he threads his fingers desperately through it, brushing it back to how it was.

Calm down, he needs to remain calm.

Maybe it's nothing bad, it could be a promotion to be second captain? Or perhaps wanting to talk about his progress on what he can do to improve?

It can be so many things really.

Okay, those thoughts are definitely much more comforting to think about.

He just has to remain-

"What are you doing here?"

Jeongguk's whole body evidently tenses up to the sudden bold voice, feeling himself tremble a little on the spot before punching himself internally a little to motivate himself to stand up from the bench and turn around.

Yet who he saw was someone who he complete did not expect to see, at all.

Jimin.

Park Jimin.

He's standing with with a pair of white figure skates on his feet, the golden guards adjusting well so he wouldn't lose his balance. A black underarmour shirt hugs his body, outlining the curve of his torso and the stiff abdomen hidden underneath. It's more noticeable because of the grey oversized sweatpants he's wearing, making him look..... Thicker. It wasn't noticeable at first until he leaned against the boards and removes his guards, outlining his-

Wow okay.

Immediately Jeongguk looks away with cheeks flushed pink, not answering back to the man as he only stands there expecting an answer as he puts his guards in his bag while putting it on the ground, but when Jeongguk didn't say anything then well.... He got a bit agitated.

"Is this about Namjoon?" Jimin huffs, standing in front of Jeongguk with arms crossed, his eye twitching when Jeongguk didn't dare meet him in the eye, "Can you fucking answer m-"

"Jimin! Glad you've already met Jeongguk!"

That's when the ravenette adverts his attention to the man who spoke, a familiar man really, who held a much more welcoming smile than Jimin's deep frown. He goes up to the two and turns to Jimin first, "Go warm up, I have something to discuss with him."