Jimin took in a deep breath before opening his eyes to the flashing lights and the loud cheers, but most of all, the music he was all too familiar with.

His arms started moving to the flow of the song, his legs started to draw lines through the ice, exactly how he had practiced.

There he goes, our pride, our face, our role model, the commentators boomed. 3 time world champion of the under 30s figure skating annual competitions!

When the beat picked up, he started to push his skated faster into the ice, feeling his body remember the choreography before his mind did.

Looks like he’s going to do his infamous Biellmann spin, and there he goes!

Jimin smiled, accomplishing his first hard move.

Is that a flying jump he’s attempting? It is!

Jimin crouched before boosting himself up in the air, feeling the air blowing through this hair before landing into a spin. When his spin was finished, his free leg rising higher and higher, and he drew himself into a haircutter, bending his back so much that his head was missing for a few seconds, before he pulled it up and Biellmann spin.

For the last five seconds, he sprinted across the ice, his arms spread out wide, his head tilted back just slightly and his eyes closed. He felt the wind rushing through his hair and he couldn’t help but smile.

Looks like the performance is over, the commentator remarked.

This was Jimin’s favourite part of each performance, no matter where he was, or what competition he was in, the last bit of the song was solely dedicated to him skating a straight line, head back, a mix of emotions streaming through him.

I would have given him a 10/10 if I were judging, but is that a bit biased? I think out of all his moves that last final sprint was my favourite, it’s always my favourite.

Jimin finished when the music did, his arms in the same position as if was when he dashed through the ice, wide spread like an eagle’s wings. He grinned, feeling the rise and fall of his chest in great amounts.

The crowd cheered while he bowed before slowly drifting off to the exit of the rink.

“That was amazing!” Jimin’s coach exclaimed while he smiled at him, waddling to the TV stand. He knew the procedure, interview, skate, interview.

“Thanks coach,” he huffed, throwing an arm over his shoulder.

“Park Jimin!” the interviewer by the TV stand called when he saw him.

“Hello,” Jimin bowed humbly, show casing his practiced smile.

“That was an amazing performance!”

“Thank you, thank you,” he bowed again, his smile never leaving his face.

“Let’s check your score,” they turned around, the four judges’ names on the board, and next to them were the empty boxes which were to be filled with their given scores.

The first one flashed a 9.5/10

The crowd cheered, and Jimin couldn’t help but start beaming.

The second score was the same and Jimin’s eyes widened.

The third was a bit delayed but when it , Jimin almost fell from surprise.

A ten?

That was an unthinkable dream he had had, getting a ten from at least one judge in his lifetime.

The last box flashed on, and again, Jimin winced.

Another ten?

The crowd’s cheers turned into screams, cries of joy.

“Thirty nine out of forty!” the interviewer boomed, “Wow! The highest score of the night, and also your own personal best, am I right?”

Jimin was frozen, his mouth hanging open.

“U-Uh yeah, sorry, I’m a bit flustered at the moment,” Jimin gushed, his smile growing and his eyes turning into small slits. The spectators gathered in front of them giggled and he nodded. “Yes, it’s actually my personal best, and honestly my personal goal. My goal had always been to get a ten from at least one judge, I can’t believe- I can’t believe I’ve actually achieved it.”

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t deserve it,” he said into the mic and Jimin blinked forcefully.

“Thank you,” bowing again, he turned to the audience, “Thank you so much.”

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“I can’t believe it!” his coach threw his fist in the air, “I can’t believe it!”

“Me too, coach, honestly, I can’t believe I won.”

“No, that, I believe,” he shrugged, “You’re the best skater here, of course you were going to win.”

Jimin gave him an ‘are-you-serious-don’t-be-so-stuck-up’ look before he shook his head.

“You’ve gotta admit, there’s nothing that gets better than you.”

“Hyu- Coach,” he said firmly, “Let’s not get a big head.”

He smiled, walking closer and slapping the younger on his , “This is why you’re my favourite skater.”

“Coach, I’m your only skater,” Jimin remarked.

“Anyway,” he said, and Jimin rolled his eyes, “I just can’t believe you got not just one, but two tens.”

“Same, I’m so happy right now.”

Jimin brushed the ice off his blades before setting them aside. After putting on a shirt, he heaved on a jacket and threw his duffel bag over his shoulder, and gripped his skates with the hand he hadn’t thrown over his coach’s shoulders.

“This means I’m going to internationals, doesn’t it?”

“Well of course!”

“And it also means you’re treating Hanwoo tonight, right?”

“Well of-” he stopped, narrowing his eyes at him, “Yah.”

Jimin chuckled, “Sorted then!”

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The next day, Jimin had the day off, which was uncommon, considering he was in the skating rink 24/7. But he decided to cherish the day, it was one of his rare chances of exploring the city. Although he had been to Seoul countless times before, he had spent his whole time there in waiting rooms, locker rooms, and finally skating rinks.

He had never really been around the city.

So he decided to walk.

Leaving his hotel room, he took a cab, and asked the driver to take him to one of the remote places