❝ break the ice ❞

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↳ based off the book ‘icebreaker’ by hannah grace

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You are a figure skater aiming for the Olympics at the University of Seoul, with discipline and control defining every aspect of your life, until a scheduling conflict forces your team to share ice time with the famously noisy hockey team, throwing your carefully planned schedule off balance.

At the center of the chaos is Park Jimin, the hockey team’s charming and annoyingly arrogant captain. As your paths begin to cross, an uneasy truce turns into a connection you never planned for, a connection that you begin to question if you have room for alongside your passion.

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It’s a beautiful morning. The sun has risen and is shining like the star it is, fuelling your motivation as you wake up.

You get out of bed and get ready to leave the dorm to make your way to the ice rink. You eat a piece of easily-digestible toast for breakfast, brush your teeth, dress into your ice-skating uniform and zip up your jacket on top, and pack your bag with your needed equipment and figure skates before leaving and shutting the door behind you.

You begin your 20-minute walk to the campus with your bag over your shoulder, your mind occupied with your schedule for the day.

Finally, you’ve made it to the campus and the door to the ice rink, or as you like to say, your ice rink. But when you approach the door, you hear commotion inside. Swinging the door open, your heart skips a beat.

The entire of the hockey team is chatting on the ice, and you feel your blood boil. What the are they doing here? Don’t they have their own ice rink? This is messing up your plans.

Twitching your nose in irritation as they continue to chatter away, unaware of your presence, you speak up, causing the team to fall silent.

“I think you’ve got the wrong rink.”

Someone skates through the group from behind, and you recognise him as Park Jimin, the captain of the ice hockey team. He smirks once he’s standing at the front, sizing you up.

“Are you telling me i’ve got the wrong ice rink?” He says with a mocking tip to his voice. “I think you’re wrong.” He points at a poster of schedules you didn’t notice was plastered next to the door, displaying a large block of time allocated for the hockey team's practice.