out of left field • p.js | ✔

five

That afternoon, as promised, you three went ice skating. The local nature reserve had a lake that always froze solid, and would rent out ice skates and sell hot chocolate and other treats to earn a little extra income—free admission if you brought your own skates. You were the first one to get your skates on, and shuffled onto the frozen lake excitedly. There were a few other people out here—couples, families, groups of friends—but the area cordoned off for ice skating was big enough that everyone had plenty of room to spread out. A wide smile immediately spread across your face. Chenle knew you well, which was a blessing and a curse. He knew exactly how to push your buttons and cheer you up.

Speaking of, your brother smoothly skated up next to you, smug look on his face. "Better?"

"With a head that big, I'd hope you'd have a good idea every so often," you teased, lightly bopping him through his beanie.

"Ungrateful." He snapped one of your earmuffs against your head, not hard enough to hurt.

You two had been milling back and forth waiting for Jisung, and you looked back over at the bench where you'd all been tying up your skates to find him still sitting there, fiddling with the laces.

Chenle followed your gaze. "What is he doing? He had them tied when I got up, I thought he was right behind me."

You shrugged, exiting the ice to stop in front of Jisung on the bench. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I just—" Jisung swallowed, squinting and scrunching up his nose nervously. "I've only been ice skating once, and I was a kid, so..."

"You don't know how," you finished.

"I mean—Yes."

"Come on." You offered out your arm out to him.

He waved his hands as he refused. "I'm going to do something stupid like fall and end up breaking your arm or—"

"No, it'll be fine," you assured him. "Seriously, I did ice skating lessons as a kid."

"You did?"

"You're in good hands, I promise."

Jisung grabbed your arm, and using both you and the bench as leverage, stood up. He looked around warily as you patted his back.

"There you go, you got it. Now, you get to walk until you get to the ice." As you coached him through the basics of operating his skates, you slowly guided him closer to the edge of the ice. You stepped onto the ice first, keeping a hold on both of his gloved hands for him to cautiously join you, one foot at a time.

"You didn't think to tell us you've never skated?" Chenle questioned dryly as he joined you two.

"I have!" Jisung defended himself. "Once..."

"Well Y/N can teach you," he offered you up. "She used to do lessons, till she got kicked out."

"Wait, for what?"

You rolled your eyes at your brother just having to bring that up. Nudging Jisung forward to start moving his legs, you began relaying the story, "I called my coach a bitch to her face and refused to apologize."

"Just because or...?"

"First of all, I was seven, so impulse control wasn't even in my vocabulary. Second of all, she called another little girl in the class fat to her face! She had just gotten a new competition dress, it was this really pretty purple one with sparkles and stuff all over it, and the teacher told her she shouldn't wear it because something about the pattern made her look bigger or something ridiculous. A seven-year-old! She's just lucky she didn't get an ice skate to the face!" Your rant picked up steam and volume as you continued, feeling freshly pissed off as you recalled the incident.