Snow and Ice || 태국

A chance encounter

Taehyung walked into a room filled with music. Even as a casual listener, he could tell that this music was likely played with a guqin. The tune was melodious yet rousing, just like the gushing waters of a riverbed.

The door leading out of the room was not fully shut, and the tune flowed out from there.

Entranced by the music, he subconsciously pushed open the door and walked in.

Facing the door was the large, flat expanse of an ice rink. On the pristine white ice, a figure was dancing.

Ah, no, skating.

Clothed in a plain black training suit, his limbs appeared slender but strong. Following the music's tempo, he glided on the ice—spinning, jumping, and soaring. Every time he landed, the friction of his skates against the ice created a smattering of ice shavings.

Taehyung had no idea if it was because of the ice skates but his every movement was exceptionally graceful. It was as if he was an inky black butterfly flitting by the stream amid a mountain valley.

Taehyung was mesmerized by this delightful performance. He couldn't help but to take a few steps forward and seek a clearer view of the skater's face.

Suddenly, a voice rang out and halted him. "That student over there, may I know who you're looking for?"

Taehyung paused his steps. He saw that there were quite a few people in the ice rink. Some were sitting while some were standing. Some were in ordinary outfits while some were in training suits. 

The one who spoke was a long-haired, middle-aged woman wearing a tracksuit. Seeing how Taehyung did not reply to her, she added, "We're in the middle of training." Her words implied that Taehyung should quickly leave if he had no business there.

Taehyung scratched his head. "Ah s...sorry."

He averted his gaze and was about to turn and leave.

At this moment, the figure on the ice unexpectedly stopped his routine. Using the leftover momentum, he effortlessly changed directions and glided towards Taehyung on his skates.

The inky black butterfly flitted nearer and nearer.

Taehyung was momentarily surprised but immediately followed with a smile. "Why is it you?"

This person was precisely the young guy that he had mistakenly recognized at the eatery. He did not think that he would see him again so soon.

Against the contrast of his black outfit, his skin was like snow. Having just exercised, there was a healthy red flush on the soft curves of his cheeks. His fringe was soaked with sweat and plastered to his forehead.

Seeing the state of his fringe, Taehyung had an urge to sweep it back for him.

To Taehyung's question, he did not answer and merely smiled.

With this smile, a light dimple appeared on the left side of his face. The overall effect was pretty adorable.

His smile infectiously made Taehyung giggle as well. After laughing, Taehyung was about to speak when someone clamped down on his shoulder.

The force exerted was not light. This action caused his entire shoulder to heavily weigh down.

After clamping down, the hand did not withdraw but instead stayed on his shoulder.

Taehyung's face darkened. He turned his head to see Jungkook's good-looking and punchable face.

Jungkook's brows were slightly raised. His striking eyes held an unfathomable trace of an odd amusement. "What are you up to?'