you had been ice-skating since you were a kid, and ever since you remember sunghoon had been your cocky, annoying rival on the ice.

it was a cold december night, the crisp cold air turning the tip of your nose pink. as usual, you were getting in some late night practice, your headphones in as you glide along the ice.

suddenly you hear the door to the rink opening, and a familiar fall figure steps out into the ice, flashing you a cocky smile.

“getting in some much needed practice, huh?”