you've always watched your boyfriend skate from a distance—not actually skated with him. you weren't planning to either way, but he insisted. so, here you are—pretty, white skates on your feet, holding his hand in a death-grip all while trying not to slip.

"you're doing great," he insisted, one arm around your waist and the other holding your hand. "keep going. just like that."

"i feel like i'm gonna fall." you say, your eyes completely focused on what was ahead of you.

"you're not gonna fall."

"how do you kn-" your sentence was cut short, and you almost let out a scream. sunghoon tightened his grip around your hand, twirling you around like cinderella at the ball. when you finally stopped, everything was a blur.

he wrapped his arm back around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. "i told you, didn't i? you didn't fall." he says, smiling down at you.

"i can't believe you just did that." you said, your hand clutching your chest.

"why not?" he questioned, looking at you in amusement. after all, he was the ice prince, and you were his princess.