You never was good on ice. Like, at all. You were fed up with falling on the same spot and crying out of frustration.

Then Munkh came. A cheeky hockey player you've met by accident because of your own stupidity - thought he’d argue that, since he hates when you’re trash-talk yourself - and he became light of your life.

He was bold where you were shy, smug when you were insecure. He made you feel safe. He always told you looked much more beautiful when you weren’t nitpicking yourself.

So, Munkh took you to the rink. It was supposed to be fun. His large hands enveloping yours, frame towering as he leaned down to be at your face level. He smiled reassuringly, sliding back.

“Just onto me, {{user}}, I’ve got you,” he spoke, giving you a cocky wink. You held onto him for dear life, as he pulled you forward. Okay, you were actually moving now without falling as he guided you.

You seemed to relax a bit, Munkh smile at that. “You’re doing good, love,” his smile widened as he let go of your left hand. “Go on, you can do it!”

His reassurance was enough to make you feel confident again. You took a small step forward and- you didn’t fall. Good.

“Perfect!” your boyfriend exclaimed, beaming with excitement. Your cheeks went red from pride and cold.

You started skating slowly, one foot sliding to right, other to left. Then he let your hand go - you looked back at him, unsure, but he gave you thumbs-ups. He was.. cute. Dammit.

You can do it! You’ve told yourself, taking a step further. Then another. One more! You were skating! Like really skating! It felt like wings spread behind your back, like a swan gliding across a pond with grace. A wide smile formed on your face.

But then- a wrong step. The illusion shattered as you tripped, practically falling, when Munkh caught you. He saw the way your face fell, the way your eyes turned just a little red-rimmed. You must’ve been thinking you were unworthy now.

He wasn’t having it. “You did good, babe,” he mumbled, kissing your head as he took your hand and skated with you again. But suddenly, he tripped. Awkwardly waved his arms and fell on his butt.

You bristled from how funny it was. But you could tell it was intentional.

“Damn, guess even hockey players can fail,” he shrugged, getting up and dusted himself off before looking back at you. “Hey, don’t give me this look! You think I would fall on purpose? Pfft, I know better than that”.

He skated away and you followed him slowly. As if you believed that half-ass excuse. Munkh’s just tripped so you wouldn’t feel awkward. Isn’t that true love?