December 28, 2020

Rauma, Finland

"Come on, Robin, we're going to be late!" Luna Lylastien calls out, rushing through the ground level floor halls of the massive arena. Her hand is gripping tightly to her boyfriend's as she basically drags him along with her. "I wanna meet the team!"

They rush out of a service, private guest elevator that is used for players, special guests, celebrities, VIP passes and staff. Heading into a hall that is lined with hockey-themed images and a motto for the team, they find themselves overhearing chatter coming from the various rooms that they pass by. The visitor's locker room is included, with which the opposing team players are undressing and packing up, furious and upset over their performance against the home team.

Robin chuckles, pulling at the side of his jean jacket as they run toward the Lukko locker room at the far end of the hall. "Relax, Luni, we'll get there. No need to rush."

Jimin Packalen spins his way out into the hall from an open door, cutting them off. One arm is tucked behind his back. "Hello there." He's changed out of his hockey gear and into skinny black pants and a loose long-sleeve white shirt.

Luna skids to a halt with Robin crashing into her back rather hard and clumsily.

Jimin whips his hidden hand out, while Robin shakes himself off and recovers from the sudden move. In his hand he has a bouquet of lavender daisies and a smugly, sweet smile is plastered on his face.

"These are for you, pretty lady," Jimin remarks with a glamorous wink. "And there's plenty more where that came from."

"Thank you," Luna giggles, plucking at the pedals. "You must be one of the Lukko players. Jimin Packalen."

Jimin wags his eyebrows, cheesily and seductively at her, acting as though he doesn't see the engagement ring on her finger or the man behind her. "The one and only. The rising, young superstar projected to go to the infamous NHL. The same one who dabbles in the arts in his free time. Dancing of course."

Luna giggles again. "Sadly, I am taken by Finland's hottest pop singer of this generation, Robin Nieminen." She gestures behind her to Robin, who brushes the rest of himself off and looks up at them with a rapid suddenness.

"That's right, I am hers," Robin says, tossing his head and flashing a movie star smile.

"Hey, I can sing too. I'm the best shower singer on the team," Jimin remarks and opens his mouth to light up a high note.

Robin shakes his head and slaps a hand over Jimin's mouth to stifle his incoming caterwaul. "I don't think so, bud." He opens his mouth up and lets loose a wicked singer's scale along with a sultry falsetto.

"Show off," Jimin grumbles, putting his hands on his hips. He tosses his eyes and continues to grumble behind Robin's hand.

"That's how singing is done. And Luna is more into SINGING than...dancing," Robin says, shooting a scolding look at the silvery-haired man. "And that's including 'wanna-be' or 'I-think-I-can-dance' dancing and hockey."

Luna lifts a hand to her mouth, chuckling. Her other hand still has a hold of the flowers.

Jimin slaps Robin's hand away from his mouth, his brow knit firmly together. "I really can do both. I can dance AND play hockey. Can you sing and play hockey? Moreover, can you score a sick hat trick like I can?"

Robin stomps his foot, barely missing Jimin's as he sticks his face close to the Lukko player's. "Wanna bet?"

"Sure."

Luna claps her hands together, still holding Jimin's flowers. "Alright, alright. No fighting you two. I've never dealt with attracting two strong-willed, determined, talented men. But Robin was first and he's my soon-to-be-finance, Jimin."

Jimin steps backward, glaring at Robin and folding his arms in a pathetic pout.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Jimin can see the activity in the locker room dying down. There are only a few players milling about, still buzzing with excitement from the big win. Most have already stripped, showered and left though.

"You heard the lady, Jiminie," Robin snarls, grinning slyly.

Jiminie? What kind of sick playful, insulting nickname is that? It'd be one thing if Luna called him that, in a sweet way obviously, but this guy was saying it in a clear derogatory way that made him hate it.

"Why you no good--" Jimin begins to snap, throwing his arms down to his sides in frustrated fury.

"OMG! IT'S CAPTAIN ARTTU!!" Luna squeals out suddenly with a girlish gasp. "He's my favorite player!" She enters the locker room and races over to him, where he is walking away from the center bin full of used, sweaty game jerseys. He is shirtless and walking proudly in only tight compression pants.

"Oh, ouch, so you're not even her favorite player, Jiminie?" Robin sneers, spitting out the terrible pet name for Jimin in disgust.

Jimin flinches in place, trying to keep control of himself and stay angry. Don't let him see you cringe or show your hurt! The last thing he wants to do is give in to the badass singer, who is clearly winning and humiliating him left and right.

"That's too bad. Maybe there's some female fan out there, who is all gung-ho for Jimin Packalen, but it's not Luna Lylastein."

With that, he spins on his heels and storms off, changing his mood with a practiced stage actor's ease as he rejoins Luna and shakes hands with the shirtless and rather stunned Arttu.

Jimin keeps his glare and mimics in a low, unamused tone, "Maybe there's some female fan out there, who is all gung-ho for Jimin Packalen, but it's not Luna Lylastein." He then musters his normal tone and snorts, "Yeah, it is. I'll win her from you, even if I have to sell my soul to some crazy fairytale wizard. You'll see."

He watches the two interact respectively and kindly, with Arttu shooting glances his way at times. But Jimin eventually rolls his eyes and walks off, not wanting to bother with them. He'd find a way to win her heart somehow.