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Yeonjun let out a soft happy sigh as he opened the door to the skating rink, the degrees from outside and the building was a considerable difference causing welcomed chill to crawl it's way up the pinkette's spine. He loved the cold and the chemical smell that lingered in the air. Blades on ice had become his home many years ago to escape the constant fighting of his parents and breaking of glass. Skating stuck to him quickly and he realized how good he was.
That was when his mom became one of those crazy, obsessive, and controlling mom's one would normally see on those child dance shows. She had turned his passion into something that created money for his leeching parents, but it wasn't enough - it was never enough for them. He became overworked, burned out, and on his last leg. They didn't care, though, he was forced into more competitions and earned them more money - he stopped being their child and became a cash cow for them to milk to death. When he began realizing his flame for skating was fading, he left home on his eighteenth birthday and fled far away from his parents in Seoul to L.A. It was difficult and he thought he'd end up on the streets, but he finally became an ice skating instructor. The pay was good, he made friends, and he loved watching children grow a passion for the one thing he loved.
It was tiring, but it was never to the brink of a burn out like his parents were pushing him towards. His sessions were never too long and he had free access to the rink, which let him have his time to just love and appreciate skating. With no screaming, no lectures - just the sound of the blades underneath him gliding him across the icy surface. Like he always wanted and it always should have been.
Yeonjun found himself on the cold bleachers, his breath hanging in the air like fog while he pulled out his lunch. He didn't have time to pack anything, as he woke up late this morning, so he had stopped by a fastfood place on his way and decided to get something greasy.
Another delicacy that he had missed while under his mother's scrutiny. He wasn't allowed anything unhealthy and was put on a strict diet. So, when he got to America - the first thing he did was go to McDonald's. It probably was gross to the average person, but Yeonjun cherished how gross it was. Though he still did continue to have a pretty healthy diet - he allowed himself fast food every once in a while.
As he was pulling his curly fries out of the bag, a loud bang came from outside the rink from the hallway. Yeonjun froze as boys in shoulder pads came through the doors, shoving each other playfully as Yeonjun's safe haven was filled with obnoxious laughter and vulgar language. The pinkette's lips went into a pout as he lifted his leg up, placing it against the outer wall of the rink to keep the heathens from getting closer to the ice.
"Excuse me, princess." One of the boys called as the group came up to where Yeonjun had blocked off. Yeonjun still had his burger in his hands, his mouth full as he rolled his eyes at the nickname.
"Just move his leg and let's go." One of the boys debanded, but as he went to lean down to touch Yeonjun's leg - the instructor used his free foot to press against the guys stomach - forcing him back.
"I have this rink booked." Yeonjun announced as he dusted his hands off before dropping the tin foil wrapper into the bag. He stood up, his hands resting in his back pocket. "You have to leave.'
"What?" One of the boys in the back chuckled, making his way to the front. He was tall, way taller than the others. He wore a simple back hoodie and jeans but the simple clothes really suited him.
"You heard me. I booked this rink today to skate. Now take your muscles for brains and go away, you're taking up my time." Yeonjun retorted as he pulled out a piece of paper that had the scheduling on it and shoved it into the chest of the tallest one.
"Damn you're feisty." He chuckled as he gripped the paper at his chest. God, Yeonjun already couldn't stand him nor his sack of muscles he called friends. They were arrogant, loud, way up their own asses for the pinkette. He wanted them gone - especially the tallest who had already called him princess and called him feisty. Men were so gross.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but you're scheduled tomorrow. Someone got their days mixed up." At this the boys around the tallest snickered as Yeonjun's face fell in disbelief. He quickly snatched the pink paper from the ebony haired boy, a corner ripping in the process as he read over the date.
What the hell. The stupid jock was right, he had got his days mixed up and had scheduled the wrong day.
"At least you're pretty." Okay. These demeaning bullshits that were coming out of his mouth were pissing Yeonjun off. Grabbing his trash, he spun on his heels and began making his way out the door ignoring the laughter interrupting behind him.
"Fucking jocks." He cursed under his breath, tossing the crumbled up bag into the trash bin, imagining it was the taller’s head as it hit the rim before tumbling in.
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“But, you didn’t have to be so rude.” Beomgyu giggled as he sipped his coffee. They were currently sitting at Yeonjun's dining room table where the older had had the other everything that happened. "Were any of them cute?" His best friend asked with a lift of his eyebrow as he held the mug close to his face with both hands.
"Does it matter? They all had this aura that they were better than everyone!" Yeonjun cried out his arms crossing and he sank back in his chair. Once he had gotten back to his apartment he quickly changed into soft pajama pants with a Disney character printed across the fabric, and the top layer of his hair pulled back into a partial ponytail. Of Course, as soon as Beomgyu had stepped into the door he made a comment about his appearance, though Yeonjun chose to ignore it for the sake of not having the energy to fight with him.
"I think they just wanted to play hockey? What's wrong with that?" Beomgyu asked as he set the mug back onto the table while eyeing Yeonjun who was sipping on green tea. "That stuff l looks so gross." The older watched as the younger fake shuddered.
"They were loud and just so smug. It was annoying." With the roll of his eyes, he stood up stretching slightly, letting the hem of his shirt inch up revealing his toned stomach and belly ring - another thing he had got to just stick it to his parents. That also followed a lot of his ear piercings, dyed hair, and tattoos he had acquired throughout the last five years of living in America.
"Let's just hope you don't see them again - or it'll come back to bite you and that fat ass of your." Beomgyu teased and followed Yeonjun's lead and stood up with a soft yawn. "It's getting late and those little shits will be terrors tomorrow. Mondays are always the worst. Tell me why I thought being a Kindergarten teacher was a good idea?" Beomgyu whined as he made his way towards the door.
Yeonjun laughed as he followed the younger to the door to see him out. "You love those little shits. You'll cry at the end of the school term just like you did last year."
"You don't have to call me out like that." Beomgyu whimpered, swatting at the taller's arm before blowing a kiss and stepping out of the apartment and closing the door. The apartment was silent once again and after standing in place for what felt like forever Yeonjun decided to pour himself some whine and begin to read himself a book before he made himself breakfast and went to bed.
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Mondays were a day that Yeonjun was off. It was nice considering that he mostly only worked two to three days a week during most of the year, it only picked up during winter and he didn't mind the extra shifts then. Luckily for him it was an October afternoon - which meant he got to sleep in. Unfortunately, however, he had his seasonal job at the pumpkin patch to work this evening. The pinkette was currently on break as he sat on a haystack near the entrance of the farm next to a scarecrow and a sad looking ghost.
Yeonjun used the warmth of the hot chocolate in his hands to try and warm himself up as he opted to skip lunch for the evening. He had sported a white turtleneck, form fitting jeans, and a soft cashmere scarf that hid the bottom part of his face in an attempt to stay warm. He didn't mind the extra job, it was fun watching kids scream about which pumpkin they wanted. He had even seen a few of his students from the rink here with their families and they force him to help pick out a pumpkin for their family. He also knew the owner and was paid pretty well.
"Oh look, it's Elsa!" The sudden loudness in the autumn afternoon air caused Yeonjun to jump slightly, spilling his hot chocolate on his white turtleneck - his insanely expensive white turtleneck. Anger began spoiling in his stomach as he turned to the source of the loud voice, and there stood the tall guy from the rink with a goofy crooked smirk that caused his dimples to appear. He sported khakis, a button up, and a long tan trench coat that had his hands stuck into it.
His anger was finally boiling over. This prick really called him Elsa and caused him to spill hot chocolate down the front of his white sweater.
"Is the bulb in your head not screwed all the way in?" Yeonjun snapped as he stood up. "One. You ruined my sweater. Don't just scream at someone, this is insanely expensive and this chocolate will never come out. Two. Never call me Elsa again unless you want my boots shoved up your ass."
"Then let me have your name." The dark haired male smiled causing Yeonjun to roll his eyes.
"I'd rather die." And with his retort he spun on the heels of his boots and was going to make his way to the nearest bathroom when a hand landed on his shoulder.
"How am I supposed to pay for the dry cleaning of your sweater if I know nothing about you?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. Yeonjun sighed.
"My name is Yeonjun Choi." And with that he shrugged off the other's hand and made his way back to his spot to work. Luckily the manager gave him one of the shirts with the pumpkin patches logos on it so he didn't have to have to wear the embarrassing stain for the rest of the evening.
After a few days, Yeonjun began making his way to his locker in the employee's dressing room at the rink. When he opened it there stood an envelope with his name sprawled across it and money tucked inside. Yeonjun's eyes almost bulged out of his head at the amount that was there. Also tucked in was a small business card for a Soobin Choi and across the back had the words sprawled in the same print of his name.
I'm sorry, Elsa.