~ 𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕒 ~ (Minsung)

🔒Chapter 11 - Date🔒

3rd Person POV:

The car's engine purred as they drove under the soft afternoon sun, the light painting the world in shades of gold and amber. Shadows stretched across the pavement as Minho sat quietly, fiddling with the edge of his coat draped over his lap. His fingers twitched as he glanced at Jisung, his heart a jittery mess in his chest.

He let out a small, nervous chuckle. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me where we're going?" His voice was quieter than he intended, almost swallowed up by the hum of the radio.

Jisung grinned, eyes fixed on the road. "Nope. You'll find out soon. It's a surprise."

Minho bit his lip, his hands knotting together as he looked out the window. "I don't... I'm not great with surprises."

"I know," Jisung said softly. His smile faltered for a second before he added, "But I think you'll like this one."

Minho nodded, tucking his chin into his chest. He didn't trust himself to say more without his voice giving away the swarm of butterflies trapped inside him.

The drive was peaceful, filled with little moments of shared silence and snippets of conversation. Jisung hummed along to the music, the sound low and warm, while Minho stole glances at his profile-the way the sunlight kissed the tips of his hair, how his fingers tapped gently on the steering wheel in time with the beat.

When they pulled into a quiet, empty parking lot behind a row of buildings, Minho's curiosity only grew.

"Uh... where are we?" he asked, squinting out the window. His brow furrowed, his fingers gripping the edge of his seat.

Jisung parked and jumped out before circling around to Minho's side, opening the door with a playful grin. "Come on. You'll see."

Minho hesitated, then stepped out slowly. The alley they entered was narrow, the ground dusted with dried leaves. His gaze darted around, uncertainty creeping into his chest. "You're sure we're not, um... trespassing?"

Jisung laughed, tugging gently on Minho's sleeve. "Positive. Trust me on this, Minho."

Minho swallowed hard, the warmth of Jisung's hand against his arm spreading like wildfire. "I do," he mumbled under his breath, cheeks already tinged pink.

At the end of the alley, Jisung pushed open a plain door.

Minho stepped inside-and froze.

The ice rink stretched out before them, the polished surface shimmering under strings of lights that hung from above. The afternoon sun poured in through wide windows, casting golden reflections across the ice. It felt like stepping into a hidden world, one made just for them.

Minho's lips parted, his eyes wide. "We'll... be skating?"

Jisung scratched the back of his head. "Yeah. I thought it might be fun. And, you know..." His voice trailed off, a nervous chuckle escaping.

"You rented the whole rink...!?" Minho repeated, blinking rapidly. His fingers twisted the hem of his shirt, his heartbeat a frantic drumbeat in his ears.

"It's not that big of a deal," Jisung said quickly, his eyes darting away. "I just... wanted to do something special. I can afford it."