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"Hey, Hobi?"
"Yeah Joonie?" Hoseok called from the bathroom, having just taken a shower. He walked out in just a pair of shorts and a towel around his neck, collecting stray droplets of water falling from his hair.
Namjoon was sitting on their couch, watching anime. Yuri on Ice to be exact. He gained an idea from it. Well, what he thought would be a joke.
"You wanna go ice skating?" Namjoon wasn't expecting an answer. Let alone the one he received.
"And be like Katsuki Yuri? Why not." While he made that lame clever reference, Hoseok was being completely serious.
"Wait. I was kidding."
"I wasn't. Let's go. Get dressed, we will leave in 20." With that, he turned and went for their bedroom to change. Leaving Namjoon dumbfounded on the couch.
They were on their way to the nearest rink, which was almost an hours worth of driving when something occurred to Namjoon.
"Have you ever been ice skating Hobi?"
"Nope." Popping the 'p' sound. "Have you?" Turning his head quickly to glance at Namjoon and facing the road again after a moment.
"A few time when I was younger." Namjoon lived in New York as a child, his parents having moved from Ilsan not too long after he was born. So, he skated as a child. Those first few times were painful, though. He would fall every five minutes it would seem. But he didn't tell Hoseok any of this, for he didn't deem it important.
"I'm sure you could teach me then."
"You would be a natural Hobi. You've been dancing since you could walk, and it's paid off. You have danced from some big names and labels, you own a studio that you teach at, and I really appreciated those hips last night." Namjoon dropped his voice at that last part, watching as Hoseok smirk like he wasn't fighting the heat threatening to rise up his face.
"Maybe so. I guess we will just have to wait and see." Hoseok was quiet after that, putting his full attention back on the road.
"Tickets for two, please."
"That will be forty dollars." A surprised cough left Namjoon. He didn't remember tickets being that much. Then again, they do live in Georgia now, so he guesses it was understandable. "Let me see your wrists please." The lady at the counter seemed friendly. Hoseok held out his wrist first and she put a red band on him, Namjoon followed.
"Go through that door and to your left will be the rental skates. First aid is in there too if need be."
"Thank you, ma'am," Hoseok said with a grin on his face.
The two head towards the rentals, handing in their shoes for a pair of skates.
Hoseok ran into a problem.
"Um, Joonie. How do I tie these?" Namjoon just grinned as he kneeled down to help tie up the laces.
"The way I do it is most likely wrong, but it works. Cross your laces up like you would with a pair of boots." Namjoon did just as he spoke, showing Hoseok what to do. "Then you'll wrap it around the ankle and pull it tight. And you finish off by tying it like a normal shoe and tucking the laces in." Namjoon knelt back as Hoseok stood, testing how sturdy he would be on the skate. Nodding, he sat back down to attempt at redoing what Namjoon did on his other foot.
It didn't work.
While Namjoon worked and finished with his own skates, Hoseok was struggling with his left skate. While his right one looked almost perfect, his left one was a huge knot. Pouting, he looked towards Namjoon, whining for help.
"Joonie, this didn't work I just made a knot." Namjoon knelt back down to lace up the other skate.
"Maybe it would have been faster if I just tied both our skates. Now I have to undo this mess and tie it back." Hoseok could only sheepishly smile and look apologetic.
"Alright, let's go. Stand up with your feet centered under your shoulders."
"Seems easy enough." He stood only wobbling a little.
"That's cause that's the easy part. Next is the ice. Ready?"
"Sure..." He really wasn't but he also really wanted to learn, so why wait?
"Alright, I'll have a hold of you. Your job is to grab onto the wall and stay as balanced as possible." Hoseok did just that. Or, well he tried.
As soon as he stepped on the ice, he fell right on his ass. He wasn't expecting it to be that slick. Namjoon couldn't help but laugh. Hoseok grumbled as he tried to get up, using the wall for support.
"Alright, try again. Keep yourself centered, you know how to do that, you've done it all your life. So start with what you know."
'Start with what you know. That shouldn't be too hard.'
No. He was wrong. Cause it was very hard.
It took a few tries, but he got himself steady with the aid of the wall. Hoseok tried his best, he really did, but he had no clue what he was doing. Every time he thought he was making progress, he would fall right back down, with Namjoon ready to pick up.
"Joonie. I have no clue what I am doing. Like how do I move my feet? How do I turn? How do I even stop?" That last part was his main worry, because, ho do you stop without running into the wall?
"How about we take a break, alright? I'll show you all of that afterward." Namjoon saw that the dancer was getting discouraged, so he thought a break would be best. Hoseok, however, was stubborn and wanted to keep going until he got it.
"You go on, I'll do another lap and meet you back at the bench."
"You mean another lap of wall hugging?" Namjoon chuckled, trying to lift the elder's spirits. He received a grin back. 'Progress.' "Alright, I'll go get something to eat, by the time I get back, you better be on that bench." Hoseok nodded and began to round of wall hugging.
'I can do this. I've got this.' This mantra was repeated constantly in his head while he was skating. He stopped halfway when a dull ache began in his foot, waiting for it to go away so he can start again. Once it went away, he moved forward. Hoseok was able to go a few feet without the aid of the wall now, so he did what his brave self would do. Hoseok skated past the curve of the wall, only to get stuck in the middle of the rink. Not his brightest plan. However, the dancer was determined to get to the door, to prove to himself he could do this.
Namjoon was watching as all of this happened from the line at the snack bar. He was also waiting for Hoseok to call for him and get him out. But that didn't happen. He watched as his boyfriend pushed off with his right foot, the left beginning to turn, and Hoseok completely falls onto his ankle at a really odd angle. Namjoon stepped out of the line, rushing to get to Hoseok. When he got there, a woman with her sons was trying to help him up. Once Hoseok was upright, Namjoon came beside him and placed his arm around his waist, ready to carry him if need be. The taller thanked the woman for her help, she simply nodded as her boys pulled her along, eager to get back to skating.
"Why did you let go of the wall?"
"I thought I could do it."
"I'm driving home. Your ankle is most likely hurt." As if to emphasize his point, Hoseok limped his way to the bench once off the ice. Hoseok reached down to undo the laces but a look sent his way from the other said otherwise.
Namjoon undid the laces and began to take the skate off Hoseok's left foot, but a hiss made him stop. He looked up to make sure he was okay, Hoseok just told him to get it over with. With slight hesitation, Namjoon pulled the skate off only to realize that the ankle in front of him was twice its normal size.
"Yup, definitely sprained. You stay put, I'm going to go get our shoes, and I'm definitely driving home as well." As Namjoon walked away to get their shoes, Hoseok couldn't help but feel disappointed. He wouldn't be able to dance for a bit and he didn't get to finish skating, plus Namjoon would have to help him do things and he was too stubborn to ask for help so he knew that the next week or so would be frustrating.
Namjoon came back with not only their shoes but a bag of ice as well. Hoseok put on his right shoe, getting ready to carry his things but Namjoon just picked him up and carried him to the car. Hoseok was not pleased but he was happy he wouldn't have to walk.
"Come on, let's go home."
Namjoon got in the car and Hoseok just watched him.
"What?"
"How did I get so lucky to have you as my boyfriend?"
"I don't know Hobi. I ask myself that every day. For now, let's worry about getting home."
With that they left for their apartment, ready for a shower and some well-deserved sleep.