The ice rink near your dorm buzzed with soft laughter and the scraping of skates against ice. Cold air nipped at your cheeks, and your breath puffed out in small clouds as you laced up your skates beside Hyunjin and Changbin.

Changbin, ever the confident one, finished tying his laces with a determined grunt. He stood up with a cocky grin and dusted imaginary snow from his hoodie.

Changbin: “I don’t need support,”

he declared proudly, puffing out his chest like he was about to conquer the Olympics.

You barely had time to react before he wobbled his way onto the ice, legs already starting to tremble like a newborn deer. His arms flailed slightly, his confidence hanging on by a thread.

Hyunjin, still bent over to tighten his own skates with practiced elegance, didn’t even look up. He just let out a long, theatrical sigh, the kind that practically carried a full Shakespearean monologue in it.

Hyunjin: “This child-like bitch,”

he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as if Changbin were some tragic case beyond saving.

You snorted, barely holding in your laughter as Changbin slipped and yelped in the background, his pride clearly skating faster than his body could handle.