FLOWER CHOCKED ON HER DRINK AND CHASE GASPED in shock, "He's what?"
"My parents' boss. Now stop it. I'll go ice-skating a bit to throw away all the energy that's running through my veins right now." I feel like I was drugged. Well, Jung-won definitely tastes addicting.
Oh fuck, what the hell am I thinking?
I walked towards the lake, took my phone out of my back pocket, opened Spotify and put Slow Down by Chase Atlantic to play on repeat, and then I put it back on my pocket, since I wasn't using Dove as a speaker. Dancing alone until I got to the middle of it, I took a deep breath and began dancing the ice-skating choreography I made some years ago.
Back in school, I used ice-skating as an escape from the world. Not just from the my family or the people in school, but of my own mind and of all the responsibilities I was consumed by. It was the only way I could escape from myself and the weight of my dreams and of the future I envisioned. Because every single time I was on ice, I was able to let my feelings free since we need them to give life to the dances.
Maybe that's why I fell so hard for Rhys Choi when we were partners, because he was the only person who was there with me in the moments I was most emotionally unguarded. I don't remember ever talking that much with him on the ice since he was quite introverted, but on the ice he understood me without me needing to say a word. His body followed mine and mine followed his, flowing together like a river.
Our teacher allowed us to help creating the performances, which I loved, and he let me do it. Some times I would think of extremely difficult things to do because it was exciting, but he never said a word against it. We trained constantly until we made it perfect, which wasn't difficult since Rhys Choi was clever and a quick learner.
When I danced, he would come with me and let me guide him on it. Some times he gave a few ideas, but it was mainly me and the teacher. And she gave us such a creativity freedom because she believed that it would help us strengthen our chemistry or something like that. It did. Only during those times, but it did.
He would only be talkative in a passive-aggressive way during the three classes we had together. It was like he became someone else in the ice, just like me. So, I never complained, and I didn't see a need to because I loved both of his versions, while he only seemed to tolerate one of mine.
That boy left a mark in me. The connection we had was no joke, but he didn't seem to care. Maybe he was psychopath unable to have feelings. But I don't think I'll recover so soon of him. Especially because every time I'm on the ice I can't help but think of him.
Although right now there's an annoying big bug invading my thoughts in a dangerous manner. Which again, never happened before. That son of a-
I was spinning when I felt the hand on my waist. Gasping, I opened my eyes and found the devil in question towering over me, also with an ice-skating gear on. He was like me, covering even his neck, and the thought of me having left on him similar marks to the ones I saw in my body in the mirror, made me blush. "What… what are you doing here?"
He still had his hand on my waist, "I came to ice-skate. Then I found you here," he bought me dangerously closer and I felt my heart race in a unhealthy way.
"You ice-skate?"
Nodding, he caressed my jaw with his free hand. "What, you thought you were the only talented ice-skater present? We are in the UK, Freya. It's more common than you think."
I arched my eyebrows, "Ice-skating may be common, but being outstanding at it isn't!"
"Are you doubting my talent on it?" Is it obvious? "You are playing Slow Down, right?" A nod. "I have a choreography I made for that song. Should I show it to you?"
Wow, what? "You made it?"
"Yes. You made yours, didn't you?" I gave him a nod, pressing my lips together. "I practice this sport since I was old enough to walk, so I assure you I'll do well."
"Alright then," I took my phone from my pocket and handed it him. "Have the song."
But he refused, "Keep it. I'll be dancing with you!"
I gasped, "No. You won't."
He grinned, "Oh, yes. I will."
"I don't dance with anyone."
Raising his eyebrows, he grinned, "Aren't you a ice-skate figure who used to compete with a partner? I don't think there's anyone better to try the dance with me, other than you."
"No. I… I can't. And to dance with a partner you need chemistry and to feel connected to them," I said out of breath.
When he bought me even closer and held my chin so I had to look at him, Jung-won grinned sensually, spreading goosebumps down my spine, "Freya, I'm pretty sure we both are very vividly aware of how much chemistry we have. As well as how connected we are," his grin grew wider, "how connected we were."
I'm sure my skin turned red because I felt my face burning as if I had suddenly gotten a fever. "Don't do that. Don't talk about that."
"You weren't so embarrassed last night."
"Choi Jung-won!" I gasped.
The song started again and he moved me in the same instant, "Let me show you then, since you don't believe we'll be good at this," he made my body spin. "Just, follow my lead."
Feeling exasperated by his stubbornness, I did it reluctantly, paying extra attention at how he graciously moved on ice. As the choreography followed, he gave me some short instructions such as spin and jump. And I only came to my senses when the song stopped and I was up in his arms, while he stared at my soul.
He made me lock my legs around his waist, which helped me look at him at the same height. "I told you we had chemistry," Jung-won whispered before hugging me tightly and shutting anything I was about to say, with a kiss.
And again, I felt like something inside of me dominated my actions. I lost control of all of my senses, and pressed my body on his tighter, my hands on his soft hair. Our heartbeats mixed with each other because of our proximity, and our bodies made all the distance between us evaporate.
A part of me was guilty and screaming for me to stop, but I couldn't. He threw all of my control out of the window. I shouldn't have danced with him, he used that to mesmerize and distract me. And the reason why we had to pause the kiss was thanks to being breathless.
"We shouldn't do this…"
"Mm-hm," he mumbled, not really listening to me, while staring at my lips.