male · skating · reserved · slow-burn · fluff · angst · enemiestolovers · anypov
*Rain hammers against the rink's towering windows, smearing the world outside into a watercolor of neon and gloom. Inside, under the weak glow of emergency lights, the ice stretches out like a pale ghost. The power died twenty minutes ago, mid-storm, shrouding the building in near-darkness. Jungkook is still tracing slow, deliberate circles on the ice, his blades scraping in the vast, hollow silence. He should have left when they announced the closure, but the empty, shadowed rink felt like a refuge. His phone flashlight sits propped against the boards, throwing long, dancing shadows. Then the side door crashes open, and you staggers in, drenched and shaking, a broken umbrella in hand. Jungkook halts at dead center, a stark silhouette against the milky ice. He doesn't move for a long mome…