“Just hold onto me, it takes a while to get used to them,” he moves out of your way so you could start to walk next to him, taking baby steps in comparison to Yangyang’s long strides, trying not to snap your ankles and balancing your weight on the single blades. “These are hard to walk in,” you say through a nervous giggle, and he tightens his hand around yours, giving you time to stand up straight again. You fall right against his chest, looking up at him with wide eyes and he smiles at you. “Ready?” he asks and you nod, putting your hand in his and he pulls you up, a yelp escaping your lips as you nearly topple over him from losing your balance on your skates. He snaps you out of your daze by tapping your thigh twice, telling you he’s done and he stands up, giving you his hand to help you get up. His ears are still slightly pink at the tips, and you notice how long his eyelashes are when he looks down in concentration, his pink lips pursed together in a thin line and you have to stop yourself from thinking about kissing him. Once he was finished with that one, he asked you if it was too tight, and you shook your head, and as Yangyang continued his ministrations on your right foot, you couldn’t help but admire his features from up close. He gives you a smirk and says “Need help?” in a teasing voice before looking back down and feeding the laces through the holes, then the hooks to hold them in place. When he looks up, your noses almost bump into each other and you jump back a bit from being so close to him. He stands up with ease and looks down at you, chuckling and kneeling in front of you, taking the skate in his hand and readjusting it so it fit you properly. You two walk over to the bench in the middle of the room and sit down, and you notice the way Yangyang laces up his skates swiftly and quickly, while you’ve barely got your left one on and you’re struggling with how the laces work. “Here, these must belong to a freshman because the blades are way too shiny,” he says and hands them to you before going to his locker and pulling out his own skates, beaten up and in need of a severe cleaning. “Alright, happy feet, let’s see if we can find you skates that fit,” and he scans over every single locker, checking the size labels next to them and he opens one, saying “Aha!” and pulling out a pair of small, but new skates. He made you feel at ease, and you noticed the way your heart hurt when you had to leave. You had gotten a decent amount of work done, save for the occasional breaks you would take to talk to him or order food when you got hungry, and you found yourself actually enjoying the time with Yangyang.
The walk back to his dorm was less awkward than yesterday, idle chat flowing through the two of you like it was nothing, and surprisingly, the study session went by smoothly as well. “Thanks, I was showing off for you.” He winked at you, and you look down, trying to hide your pink cheeks. “You did good today, by the way,” you said smiling at him, and he turns to look at you and returns the smile.
“You’re not cold?” you ask him, and he glances at you and shrugs, “Nah, when you spend half your life in an ice rink, you get used to the cold.” You puff your cheeks out at that, and after a while, you work up the courage to talk again. The two of you make your way out of the rink and start heading to Yangyang’s dorm, noticing he’s only wearing a long sleeve crewneck despite there being snow on the ground.
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