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Ice Skates (JJK x Reader)

Author: inkblotsandbubblegum

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Rating: PG +13 (swearing, no F-bombs tho;))

Genre: bts!college au, bts!ice hockey au, romantic comedy

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is apart of the best college ice hockey team in the nation. He and his 6 best friends always practice with their coach, Bang Sihyuk, at the rink in their college. That’s why he’s shocked, and a little offended, to see a figure skater, a figure skater of all things, taking up the whole damn rink!

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“Jungkook, hurry up!” Jeon Jungkook’s best friend, Kim Taehyung, shouts to him, the deep sound reverberating through the thin, cheap walls.

“I am hurrying!” Jungkook shouts back frantically, pulling his usual Timberlands over thick, wooly penguin socks that Namjoon had gotten him for Christmas last month. “Can you get me a water?” Taehyung made a sound of agreement, and seconds later, Jungkook hears the steady sound of water hitting metal.

Jungkook rushes out of the room he shares with Taehyung and his other best friend, Park Jimin. His hair is a mess, the black strands flopping everywhere over his forehead. Jungkook brushes quickly past Taehyung, his giant hockey bag hitting every available surface on the way out. “Yah, you brat! Take your damn water bottle!”

Jungkook immediately apologizes sheepishly, taking the water from Taehyung, who still looks grumpy. He can’t blame him; this is the the fifth time their hockey coach, Bang Sihyuk, called them in for extra practice this week, and it’s only Wednesday! The two make their way down the dorm steps that lead out of the lobby, locking the room door on the way out. They hurry outside, cold hair and biting snowflakes instantly hitting Jungkook’s warm, honey-tanned face.

He can’t help but smile and take a big gulp of air, nodding along to whatever Taehyung was telling him. An angry, slightly rough voice breaks Jungkook from his pleasent winter feelings. “Hurry up, brats! I wanna get this over with so I can go sleep! Don’t you dare keep hyung waiting!” Min Yoongi.

“Coming, hyung!” Taehyung smiles his big, boxy smile and pulls Jungkook along by the strap of his bag. Jungkook slings the heavy cargo into the open trunk of the van, sighing when the weight was released from his aching shoulder. It was the same shoulder that Kim Namjoon had shot a puck into the week before. The older man was so guilty is was almost funny; begging Jungkook’s forgiveness, even going as far as attempting to make him breakfast in bed, which just ended up in an almost-house fire, a pile of horribly-cut, burnt unions sitting in the middle of it all.

What Namjoon was planning to make for breakfast with onions, Jungkook didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Regardless, Jungkook had forgiven him even before Namjoon had nearly separated his shoulder. A funny, windshield-wiper laugh from Kim Seokjin startled Jungkook out of his thoughts. He wasn’t sure what his hyung was laughing at, but Jin’s laugh always seemed to make him smile, no matter the situation.

After that, the short car ride to the on-campus ice rink was filled with laughter, American music, and Yoongi and Namjoon’s butchered schreeching that they called singing.

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The boys step out of the car, rowdy from being stuck in the van, even if it was for a short amount of time. Jungkook and the others go around to the trunk, grab their bags, and get to work immediately. They head straight for the locker room, not bothering to check the rink as they know it’s empty; they’re the best college ice hockey team in the nation, so no one really tried to stop them when they claimed the campus ice rink at random times of the day.

Jungkook plopped down on the bench, pulling off his boots and overcoat. He was left in a ratty dryfit and old compression leggings with a hole in the upper back thigh; he needed new under-gear. He strapped on his shin guards first. Next came his giant hockey socks, securing them with the tabs on his leggings. Jungkook made quick work with his shorts, skates, shoulder guards, elbow pads, and to top it all off, his black and white number 97 BTS jersey.

Jungkook set his helmet straight, clipping on his mouth guard, grabbing his stick, and making the awkward shuffle walk out of the locker room with Taehyung, Jimin, and Jung Hoseok, who were all already finished dressing. He joked with his hyungs, in a relatively good mood until he saw the rink. It wasn’t empty.

“Who the hell is that?” Jimin sounded confused.

“And why’s she on our rink?” Taehyung sounded pissed. Jungkook shrugged, squinting hard at the girl. He couldn’t see her face, as her back was turned to him. He saw h/c hair whipping around as the girl twisted and turned on the ice. She was wearing a blush pink knit sweater, black leggings, and a black beanie. Her hands had no gloves on them, but that’s not what Jungkook was interested in. He was interested in her skates. They were white with beautiful, swirling blue patterns that pumped through the ice skates like pulsating veins, alive and moving.

The girl turned around, just barely. Jungkook couldn’t see much except a flash of her left cheek, but Hoseok made a startled gasping sound. Jungkook ignored it and made his way onto the ice, dropping his helmet ringside, having full intentions of getting the mysterious girl off of the—their—rink. “Jungkook!” Hoseok hissed, making a grab for the younger boy, just barely glancing over the back of his shirt. “Jungkook, stop!”

Jungkook shrugged him off, skating easily over to the girl, who had completely ignored him since he had stepped a skate on the ice. “Excuse me, lady?” Jungkook knew he was being rude, but he couldn’t help it. He was thinking of another snarky way to get her to leave the ice rink when she turned around and—holy shit Jungkook almost choked on the frosty air.

The girl was beautiful. No, not just beautiful, but so. . .so strikingly gorgeous that he nearly fell on his padded ass. Her h/l h/c hair spilled from the beanie, resting around her body. Her eyes were deep and curious, slightly miffed, but at what, Jungkook didn’t remember because jesus this girl shocked him into next Tuesday. Her skin was perfect, a few acne scars creeping up her flawless jawline, not that Jungkook noticed or even cared.

The girl’s eyelashes were thick and long, moving up and down gently as she blinked. Her full lips were red and rosy, slightly shiny from a layer of clear, sticky lipgloss. Jungkook noticed that her cheeks and the tip of her cute nose were also red from the biting cold in the rink. Her perfect mouth was moving like she was talking, but Jungkook heard no sound coming out, so lost in the girl’s stunningly gorgeous exterior. She snapped her ring-laden fingers in front of his face to pull his attention back to her. “Hey! You in there?”

Jungkook thought he died when he heard her voice. Sweet and quiet, dripping with honey, slightly raspy from the cold, dry air of winter. “I-uh-yeah.” Suddenly, before he could stop himself, Jungkook blurted the next words out of his mouth, clapping a gloved hand over it the next second. “Get off of our rink!”

The girl’s ethereal face twisted into annoyance; her soft eyebrows knit together, her eyes narrowed and darkened, and her cute little mouth pulled into a pout. “Who are you again?”

Jungkook gathered himself hastily before he answered, cursing himself when he stuttered. “J-Jeon Jungkook.”

“Ahh!” She made a sound of understanding. Her facial expressions went from annoyed to even more annoyed. “So you’re the hockey assholes everyone’s been telling me about, right? What’s your team? Something like BLT or some shit?”

The beautiful, mystery girl insulting his team sort of grounded him, planting his feet back on the ice where they should be. He grit his teeth together. “It’s BTS.”

“Oh, okay.” She frowned a little. “So, anything else you need besides telling me to get off of your rink?”

“W-well.” Jungkook wasn’t quite sure what to do next. “Usually when you tell someone to leave, they get the hint.”

The girl shrugged, skating away gracefully, hair flicking his exposed nose. “Looks like I didn’t get the hint. Oh well. So sad.”

Jungkook just stood there, slightly slipping on his skates as he watched the girl’s retreating figure glide across the ice. Who the hell was she. . ?

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