Blades And Bruises

The first time they stepped onto the ice together, they were five.

Their mothers stood at the edge of the rink, clutching paper cups of coffee, smiling proudly as their sons wobbled like newborn deer. It was supposed to be cute. A bonding activity. A shared hobby.

Something wholesome.

Instead, it became a war.

Not the screaming, dramatic kind.

The quiet, competitive, sharp-edged kind.

-BxB
-Smut
-Fluff
-forced-to-be-friends-not-enemies-but-thats-what-we-say-to-lovers so basically slow burn :)
-Soobin top (dom)
-Beomgyu bottom (sub)