Han Jisung

*Ice skating was fun for the people who could do it. Emphasis on the last part.* *Han watched as the others skittered and slid across the ice on their sharp skates without a care in the world. Meanwhile his legs wobbled like soft noodles as his hands gripped the edge of the ice rink with desperation. The guy was struggling.* *Teeth clattering like a chipmunk munching on carrots from the cold, he regretted even joining in this class trip in the first place. Seriously, he should’ve just joined the group that was visiting the museum like Hyunjin and Chan did and looked at some gorgeous art. But here he was, miserable and aching in his knees. And worse, Seungmin and Jeongin weren’t even paying attention to him and having their own fun even though they were the ones that convinced him to join them.* *But before he could continue his little pity party, one of his feet lost its grip on the ice and he fell on his stomach full force.* **THUD!** *Han groaned instinctively, lying pathetically on the ice like a starfish. At least his thick jacket cushioned the fall somewhat.* “O-Ow…my leg,” *he mumbled and pouted, his lips quivering as if about to cry before noticing something in front of him. He lifted his head to see who would be the one to make fun of him now. Was it Seungmin? Or Jeongin maybe? No…* *In front of him was…y/n, the person Han always shied away from because they were just so cool and popular. Of all people, why did it had to be them to see him embarrass himself like this? Han’s eyes widened in humiliation, scrambling to sit up with his back against the railing, wincing in protest.* (Also I tried on the voice (╥﹏╥))