Warning: This chapter contains profanity.

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(Y/N'S POV)

What kind of viking spirit convinced your mind it was a good idea to come to this?

The pigment seems to leak from your skin as you gape, horrified at the insanity of the skating rink that the boys of course thought would be the perfect place for your back to die!

Your gaze slips to Jungkook.

Just perfect.

How the flipping heck can you concentrate with that coco-head around?

It's like every time your eyes fall on him, they anchor oh-so-conveniently to his rouge-driven artistically traced lips.

So soft...

You recall the way his lips fit into the crook of your mouth like a missing puzzle piece, pleadingly tugging at them and stopping occasionally between movement for oxygen. Heck, even the way he licked your bottom lip afterwards just to get a rise out of you!

As heat rushes to your tingling skin, your bury your head into Yoongi's steady shoulder.

This is all that idiot's fault!

It was your first kiss for crying out loud! Even if you desperately wanted to, it's not like you're going to forget it as if it's a mere detail in a Shakespeare play. This is practically a life crisis for a girl who's never had mouth-to-mouth action before!

Out of all people why was it that bastard?

"Y/N," An angelic chuckle freezes your mental beratement, snapping you back to your laughable reality. "What size are your feet?"

"Huh?"

Yoongi smirks, gesturing to your snug converse. "It's going to be hard to skate in those."

"O-oh! Right." A sheepish smile crawls the corners of your lips. After telling Yoongi your shoe size, the boy trots off the front desk and returns shortly with a pair for each of you. The world around you seems to shatter upon observing the complexity of them.

Noticing your uneasy fidgeting, Yoongi pauses mid-tying his laces. "Need help?"

As if this couldn't be embarrassing enough, you have no choice but to nod. Gently, Yoongi adopts your left foot into his palm, sliding the skates down to your ankle delicately as if he would break you any second. Then he does the same with your right. Clutching the laces, Yoongi loops them into a pair of bunny ears, playfully flopping them toward you before knotting them tightly.

"Thanks." You giggle.

"Now let's go. We better get back before they really make up some saucy rumours about us." Fingers flowing after the other, he gracefully extends his hand and it anticipates the intertwining of your fingers.

Flustered, your eyes shakily pardon his. He returns the gesture, equally nervous like a high-school boy on a date. However, his calm, soothing smile encourages you wordlessly.

A jolt of electricity pounces through your fingertips as your skin grazes his. All the surrounding murmurs begin dying out, replaced with this timeless stillness. It was as if the moment had been framed in time and the two of you were peering through another universe.

With him at your side... And no one else.

His cinnamon eyes soften up to a gingerbread.

As the panic rushes through your core, you find yourself at total loss of words.

Just as you are about to make a run for it like a burglar caught by an officer, familiarly small footsteps march your direction. "No PDA!!!" You wince, retreating from the human-speakerphone, commonly referred to as Jimin, huffing your way.

Like the master of improvisation that he is, Yoongi stifles an awkward chuckle. "I was just giving this to Y/N. Right?" You catch on to the expectant look drenching his gaze and play along with a flashy smile.

"Right! Thank you!" You return the green-haired muffin top a short bow, shoving pure air into your pockets, although Jimin doesn't need to know that.

Jimin's hooded eyes narrow. "Fishy..."

"Not as fishy as your FACE!"

Raising a brow, Jimin pivots to the velvety voice of none other than Taehyung. Being the die-hard troll he is, Taehyung keeps his head poked out of the door frame and returns his friend a boxy-smile.

"Yah! Stay right there. We'll see who's more fishy when I beat you to a pulp!"

Taehyung grins, "I wouldn't bet on it shorty!"

The men's roars drown into the public and eventually fade alone with the awkward tension looming the atmosphere. Both snickering, Yoongi shrugs and lightly taps your shoulder.

"They are serious mood wreckers."

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"Y/N, get your butt off that table and come skate!" Taehyung yowls, rolling around the ice on his back without a care for public or safety apparently.

"I will. In a bit..."

He flops over onto his stomach like a flappy seal, propping his chin up with his palms. He pouts, "You said that half an hour ago!"

"I know but..." You trail off, boarding your pathetic train of thought. The truth is, and as stupid and elementary it is, that you don't know how to skate! And there is no way even if your soul depended on it to live, you are going to admit it! You flash into a dimpled smile, "I think I'd rather watch and have my hot chocolate. It's too cold today."

You can tell by Taehyung's flatlined lip and empty looking gaze that he is not buying it. "Mhm. Fine then. I'll just go bother Jimin instead." He marches over to the blonde and begins poking the boy's shoulders like a nine-year-old brother.

As the comedic-duo make their rounds back to your table, you try your best to suppress the howling laughter tickling your throat but it's no match for Jimin's angry expression. "Seriously Y/N? Thanks for this sloth!"

You provide Jimin a pathetically unapologetic grin. "Sorry!"

Noticing that you've run out of hot chocolatey heaven, you rise from your seat and start to the food stand. As your squeezing by the bodies people, a sudden force propels your forward from behind and knocks the styrofoam cup from your grasp. "I'm so sorry-"

A teary-eyed Minhee stares dully at you.

Well talk about awkward...

You flick off the clingy debris from your black tights. "Sorry. I didn't see you there. Are you okay?"

Her expression remains as stoic as the sea, misted with a halo a red due to the freezing temperatures. Her cheeks, abandoned canvases with dried tears staining their usually bright tint, pull into a drained smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for your concern." She dismisses, neglecting to spare you a sincere glance.

"Want to get some hot drinks with me? It'll warm you up, I promise!"

You propose the offer out of sheer hope that she'd accept. You couldn't care less who accompanies you as long as it's not Jungkook, you know, the guy who isn't talking about water when he's "thirsty".

Plus, within reasonable margin, you've been worried about Minhee since the whole 'kissing catastrophe'.

Her eyes warm up a little, supporting an undertone of orange within the greater wave of walnut swimming in her irises. "Sure. My legs are a bit sore anyways."

"Let's go then!" You cheer, linking her arms with yours. As you wait in line at the booth, you notice a head of smudged orange bolt your way. Hoseok frowns. "Yah! Where are you guys going?"

"To Narnia!" You wink, earning a disgusted eye roll from Jungkook.

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"Hey Y/N, can I ask you something?"

A small drop of your choked up hot chocolate slips down your lip. "What?"

Based on her hesitancy and queasy shuffling, you can tell she's weighing her phrasing warily and wondering how she should address what's on her mind - definitely a feat your loudmouthedness won't ever process.

"Do you... like Jungkook?"

You blink.

"Huh? Like Jungkook? You really have been in America for too long!" Obviously Minhee is unflattered by your attempt to crack a joke, not even cracking a pity smile. You clear the ball lumping up the walls of your throat. "No, I don't. Not even as a friend. We're strict business. You know, nutritionist and managee."

Ha! Nutritionist your ass! If it weren't for this stupid contract you'd be gonzo!

A wavy sigh slides from Minhee's chest. "Okay Y/N, I'm just going to get straight to the point here." She rakes her hair back and adjusts her sitting posture, kicking one leg as she leans her head arrogantly on her palm.

"I... Really don't like you. Actually no, I hate you. Yeah, hate is the right word."

You flinch.

"I don't know who you are or what your deal is, but not just anyone can get that close to Jungkook, especially some nutritionist. I don't buy it." She sighs. "Heck, the only reason I'm even hanging out with you is because my brother is forcing me. It's like you've got them all lovesick or something."

Calmly listening away as she continues hurling snowballed insults your way, you sit still. Deep down you've always had an intuitive feeling she was like this.

A snake.

"So what did you do? Seduce them? Aren't you ashamed of yourself, you cheating slut?" Her lips mould into a wicked, scheming grin and her gaze hones in on your icy expression. "If you like someone, you should be loyal. Who am I kidding, you probably don't even know what loyalty is right Y/N? Or should I call you whore? It's the kindest way to describe all the men you fuck sweetie."

A sting surges through your palms as they hit the wooden table. "I get you hate me, but there's no need to go this low. Can't you be civil?"

"Civil?" Her head thrashes back in sarcastic laughter. "Tell me then, is it civil to kiss another girl's man?"

As much as you despise to admit it, she has a point.

"Face it, Y/N. Men don't like easy girls like you. So just leave and go back to where you came from."

Balled into planets of white ash, your fists hang bloodlessly and you shake your head in disbelief. If this girl even had a clue of the living hell you've been put through and contract your currently signed under, her pretty little mouth wouldn't be so set on rambling.

"I thought you were better than this Minhee. Man was I wrong..."

She pops a sarcastic chuckle and draws over the table, tongue stirring to verbally lash you some more. "I was always better than you."

It's now your turn to laugh and turn that adorable shade of pink when you reach your sriracha-level of anger spice. Lips wobbling and irked with confusion, Minhee frowns. "You think this is funny?"

"I mean, yeah." Your lips curl into a cruel smirk. "I wonder what Jungkook would think of you. You said he didn't like bitches. Guess we're equal."

"Oh, I've already seen enough."

The two of you turn to the estranged voice, adopting a dear-caught-in-headlights kind of panicked look when spotting the broody man of pure muscle. You stutter out his name but his cruel eyes seize the vowels in your throat. He's beyond pissed. His teeth bare slightly, raking at his bottom lip.

Minhee's head slumps to a drop. The fear is so prominently set in her bones that she can't even bring herself to make eye contact with the fuming man. "How much did you hear?"

"I heard it all, honey. All of it."

A shiver shoots down your spine as Jungkook lays a firm grip on your shaken frame. He squeezes your shoulder, nearly earning a wince from your agony.

"Anyways Minhee, to answer your question, I don't like sluts. But I also don't like shallow girls. Now that I think about it, there's plenty I don't like about you. Want me to go on?"

The trembling girl shakes her head.

"Don't you think it's a little low threatening Y/N like this? I mean, what would happen if your brother knew you were like this?" He chuckles, observing the way Minhee's horrified expression drains to a ghost white.

He smirks sarcastically, merciless gaze pounding all the remorse left in her soul. "Minhee," His juts his chin to the left, head tilted.

"Get lost."

Minhee's eyes rim with blurry tears yet her trembling figure is unable to obey Jungkook's harsh bark. He scoffs.

"Fine. If you won't go, then we will." Without another peep, Jungkook's hand curves around your wrist and locks it harder than a pair of handcuffs. He darts off, you stumbling not so far behind through the web of people.

"H-hey! We can't just leave her like that! Jungkook!" You let out an exhausted grunt. "Jungkook, are you even listening to me!?"

In a frustrated shove, he trashes your wrist away with so much anger-driven force to the point where you stumble back a bit. Shaken, you stare curiously at the face of the raging boy. He's visibly trembling. The boy's jawline is even sharper than usual due to the rage-clamping, which is saying something since his jaw could slice onions better than Namjoon holding a knife.

"You idiot! Are you dumb? Why would you let her say those things to you!?"

You gaze into his dreamy eyes. "I- Look Jungkook, it doesn't matter. Let's just go back and-"

"What the hell do you mean it doesn't matter? Just look at yourself, you're crying!"

Crying?

It's only now that notice the beadiness of your eyes and blurred vision, tears licking your cheeks in wallowing self-pity.

"She hurt you. How are you fine? Don't you feel anything?" The tone in Jungkook's voice transforms to a much calmer harmony. Tenderly, his strong, muscular arms reach out to you and tuck you into a comforting embrace. His slither around your waist and you find yourself reciprocating.

"You're right." You hiccup, unable to stop the tear-train from slowing. "I'm not fine."

He hushes you and rocks you in his arms as you sob into his jacket, soothing you into contentment by running his fingers through your soft locks as you weep your heart out in his arms. "It's okay to lean on me once in a while." He whispers through the frosted winter air.

The dizzying scent of his cologne comes barging through your nostrils - but not rashly, no, more in a pleasant, light-airy-blue-sky-fresh kind of way. The cologne he was wearing smells crisp, yet you've never been this close to him to smell it until now.

It's comforting.

After the tender moment passes, Jungkook loosens his grip on your figure and you take it as your cue to follow. The two of you stride an awkward step away from each other. As you're wiping your remaining tears with your jacket sleeve, your mind can't help but slip into the rabbit-hole of wonder.

Why is he being so nice to you?

"We still have some time left, so let's go back and have some fun, hmm?"

For the first time with a smile that doesn't feel forced or staged, you beam brightly like puppy whose owner has returned home. You hum in agreement.

"Great! Let's go skating!"

Oh, how quickly that sweet bliss dripped off your face!

You struggle to keep up with the go-lucky rabbit as he hops off in rhythmic skips. "Wait, Jungkook-!"

"Y/N, you're so slow! Hurry up!" He bursts through skating rink door, turning back and flashing you a friendly, radiant smile. His gaze cards through your hesitation by the front entrance in playful glints.

"Jungkook-"

"What?" He snickers. "Just come on the ice already."

In hot flashes, heat kisses your cheeks and cherry dances along your skin. "I- I don't know how to skate!" You attempt averting your gaze and looking around like someone who doesn't want to be caught staring at a stranger but one hundred percent did anyways. The words flushed out of your mouth faster than a BTS cypher, but Jungkook's ear caught on to your little secret quick enough.

He approaches the borders, about arms length apart from you. "Hmm, is that so?"

You nod.

He lips weave into a twisted smirk. "Then I'll teach you."

You gulp.

Before you have any more time to fret over your faulty decision-making process, his hand slips into yours and tugs you onto the ice. Freaking out and assuring you don't face plant, you wobble like a cute little penguin, watching as your feet inch with movement on the slippery surface.

You hiss in pain as your forehead aches with red in the spot where Jungkook flicked you. "You noob, don't stare at your feet! Look at me." He lectures, pulling one hand away which nearly causes you to wipeout on the boards.

"Don't let go of my hand, you dumbass!" You shriek, clutching onto Jungkook's hand like your life depends on it - because let's face it, it does.

The two of you continue to skate slower than waltz dancers around the ring. Your focus is shred however, when a stupid little snicker fills your eyes. "Jungkook, shut up."

This somehow only thrusts your crappy skating teacher further into amusement. "You look like Bambi!"

You feel your face heat up when noticing his gaze is steady on your trembling legs. A huff soars your lips, "I do not!"

"You totally do!" That stupid jerk is still laughing. Fed up with his merciless teasing, you retract your arm to smack the side of his head, but the motion of your swings causes you to lose balance and project forward.

Instinctively, your eyes squeeze shut as you brace yourself for the impact of ice.

Only your landing is much softer.

Hair tousled, Jungkook groans from the impact of fall from you combined weights. "Yah! Watch where you're going-"

He stops.

You gulp, realizing the immodest distance set between your faces. As his breath meshes with yours, the animalistic side of you succumbs, gaze falling directly to his plump lips.

Out of breath as if he ran a marathon, "Careful Bambi." he warns in a whisper, expression on his face nearly spelling out the fact that he knows what you're thinking. Your eyes seem to fall to the back of your head yet again as you tootsie-roll yourself away from the situation.

"Stop calling me that!"

He scoffs, levelling himself off the ground. "I'll stop when you can skate properly."

You turn toward Jungkook, brow arched. "Is that a challenge?"

The pompous brunette shrugs, "Why not? You've only got 20 minutes anyway. That is... if you have the guts to do it."

"Oh don't think I won't." You cross your arms with a brazen grin twitching the corners of your lips.

Jungkook nods. "We'll see who will come back crying to me when they fail." The boy snatches the opportunity of witty comeback from you by skating off ahead, pausing briefly to look back at his standee. "Also, if you fail, I'm calling you Bambi for the rest of your life!"

Ignoring that dumbo's ignorant holler, you swallow your burning anger and decide to channel it into more productive means - beating that bitch's ass if it's the last thing you do!

Cautiously, you budge your right foot forward, tipping over slightly as the motion turns into a glide. Like a baby bird about to leave the nest and face plant to their doom, your arms are spread flat and wobbling in attempt to reclaim your equilibrium. Surprisingly this ostrich-like type of movement seemed to be working pretty well!

... If only your knees hadn't buckled.

You groan, sitting up from the near-whiplash you almost gave yourself by falling back-first on the ice. You take a few moments and watch the sea of strangers pass by in mesmerizing circles, observing how the skate and also ignoring the fact they were laughing at your amazing flop.

With a large sigh, you brush yourself off and hop right back up to your feet.

There's no way in hell you're going to let that coconut call you Bambi!

You push off with your right foot again, gliding much more smoothly this time as you lower your stance into a semi-squat. Pushing your ankles outward, you begin to realize your accumulating speed. A large, greasy smile breaks out onto your face.

You're doing it!

Enjoying the crisp snap of winter air whispering past your rosy cheeks and they way your hair trails behind you in an angelic wave, you just let it all soak in. That sweet, sweet sensation of victory!

That is, until your back meets an old pal called the boards.

Winded and gasping for air as your body lay on the cold ice, you chuckle. "I give up." You mutter, defeated as you realize 15 minutes had already passed. There is no way you are going to master skating in 5 minutes.

"Y/N?"

You roll over onto your side and let out an exasperated call of his name when seeing the boy. Baffled, Yoongi skates over toward your defeated caterpillar-like state, towering over you with a playful grin. "Rough luck?"

You laugh. "If you call feeling like death "rough luck", then you've nailed it."

Yoongi chuckles, offering a hand to help you up. Gladly, you accept.

"So, are you going to skate some more?"

"Nah. I've been on the ice for fifteen minutes and have crashed harder than my high school grades. I think I'm good." You joke, shoving your mittened hands into your jacket pockets.

He blows some stray bangs from his charcoal eyes, "Yeah. I haven't seen a crash that bad Hoseok got drunk and crashed Jungkook's graduating year party."

"I know right? It takes skill to fail like that." Your eyes fall to the back of your head at your highly sarcastic remark.

"How about I help you?" He grins. "I can literally give you a crash course."

Cringing at the pure cheese of his dad joke, your head seems to naturally shake. "Wow that was bad."

"Anyways!" He claps, dragging his hands down your shoulder until your fingertips and placing them on his broad, sturdy shoulders. "This lesson is easy. Just follow my lead."

Before you even have time to react, his skates dig into the ground and with one single push the two of you are soaring ahead. You shriek, tensing up and shutting your eyes in pure fear.

Luckily, he comes to a full stop. He readjusts the hands on his shoulder once more and smiles kindly, "See, that's the problem. Don't be scared. Just feel it." Once again, this time with your permission, he sets off at full speed. This time you don't scream like an 8-year-old watching a horror movie for the first time, and instead remember Yoongi's lesson.

Feel it.

You inhale a sharp breath, feeling the vibration of the ice pounding through your heels. The cold, brisk air brushes past your cheeks and you feel the rebound of your heartbeat resonating your chest. A large smile crosses your lips and gaze gratefully into Yoongi's eyes.

"Ok Y/N, I'm going to count to three." He warns.

"Wait, why?"

"One."

"Yoongi! Why!?" You roar, as terror shoots through your spine. You jolt the boy, but he remains calm and stoic.

"Two..."

"Yoongi, you better not-!"

"Three!"

The terror in your system amplifies into full panic mode as he pushes your hands off his frame and allows you to skate freely.

"Go Y/N! You can do it!" He cheers as you attempt to catch up to his far figure by using the acceleration he had given you before. Hesitantly, you push your feet to the side and marvel at your balance hasn't failed you!

With all the joy balled up in your throat your let out a sharp hoot, You glance back up at Yoongi whose smile sells all the pride inside.

"Hmm, so you really were determined huh?"

Your blood runs cold as that irritating joke of a human pulls up beside you with that stupid smirk on his face. But who the hell cares? The fact you beat him is leverage enough to take back what's yours!

You stick your tongue out. "Beat you!"

Jungkook chuckles, continuing to skate by your side. "You know Y/N, I'm actually impressed."

"Ha! And who said I couldn't learn to skate in 20 minutes? Huh huh?" Teasingly and cheekily, you gently nudge at Jungkook's elbow.

"Me." He sighs, notes of defeat in his voice.

"Ha! In your face bunny! I won, you lost! No more calling me Bambi just as you promised."

His lips twist into a smug smirk. "I never made a promise."

What!?

Trembling with anger, you wave an accusing finger his way. "Oh hell no-! You-!"

He winks. "Sorry Bambi!"

"Yah! You liar!" Furiously, you begin charging after him but those stupid leg workouts he's doing all the time must be paying off, because man that bunny can bolt! Jungkook continues laughing recklessly until his stomach couldn't take it anymore. Coming to a stop, he sighs when pull up and smack him across the head.

He giggles, "But I like the name Bambi. It's cute." As a furious blush overrides your natural complexion, Jungkook leans over, lowering himself and parking his lips next to your ear.

"And it suits you too." He whispers.

Your heart skips a beat.

What is this feeling?