He's pretty sure today is just an anomaly. A hiccup in the nice, predictable flow that he's used to. The chances of this ... encounter (if you can call it that) happening again is highly unlikely; it's almost preposterous. So he shouldn't worry about her. No, he meant it. He shouldn't worry about it.

Nope, he's just gonna get on with his work.

With that small pep talk, Jungkook shakes his head and jumps onto the seat of the zamboni. He starts whistling as he drives around the ovular rink, deftly handling the machine and giving the surface a nice, glossy finish. 

It's the end of the night, and the last kiddie has been ushered off the rink after the final public session ended. He's pretty much all alone now in the empty arena. Namjoon hyung had left him the key to lock up after he's done.

It's not bad for a summer gig. He gets to stay indoors in the nice cool arena while his friends experience heat working outside. Plus, he can practice his hockey moves as he skates around, monitoring the public sessions and helping kids who fell or needed a hand. 

He grins as he remembers that he pulled off a one foot stop today, spraying ice everywhere, just like the pros. Unfortunately, what happened next was not his intention.

Someone had let out a high pitched squeal that was accompanied by a yell, "Yah! Watch where you're spraying that!"

He looks up slowly and sees a pair of lily-white, bare legs belonging to a girl with long dark hair.

She's glaring at him through her bangs, and pointing to her knees, which are now a little wet thanks to him.

He's speechless. Who goes ice skating in shorts?

He gulps and looks again. Extra-short shorts!

"Er.... sorry!" he blurts out, bowing before making a speedy exit. 

She's still a little shocked, watching his back as he moves away, not giving her a second glance.

"What the heck. Oh well, Choi Yuna, you always have the worst luck." He overhears her say as she dusts herself off.

For the rest of the public session, he actively avoids being on the same side of the rink with her. She's wearing a bright yellow helmet, so she's easy to spot. That, and her exposed legs. 

He cringes. Couldn't she wear some long socks or something? What do girls call it? Leggings? 

Just thinking about her makes him shiver. At the same time, he feels his face flush a little and he wonders if he caught a cold.

"Crazy girl."

He's so engrossed in his own thoughts that he doesn't notice who's around him until a familar female voice calls out, "Watch out!"

He turns just in time to see her coming up behind him, eyes comically wide as she waves her hands frantically. "I can't stop!"

With no time to react, he only barely catches her around the waist before she rams into him and amost wipes out both of them. 

They spin around due to her momentum, and he has to pull her closer to avoid hitting another skater. Her flailing limbs are no help at all and her legs almost get tangled with his. 

"What are you doing?! Don't move!" He orders.

She finally steadies herself and takes a deep breath.

"Sorry! Sorry! Who would have thought stopping is a required skill...haha" she jokes, trying to dispel the awkwardness. He simply stares at her.

Up close, she looks like a dark-haired angel, her skin almost translucent. He notices she has almond-shaped eyes and a long, straight nose. If not for the silly grin on her face, she would have a very chic feel. 

She blinks at him, uncomfortable with his silence. Looking down, she realizes her hands are still griping his shirt and quickly lets go. This prompts him to release his hold on her waist and both back away slowly.

Internally, his brain is telling him to ask her where she goes to school, her age, anything. Instead, he hears himself grunt, "Be more careful". With this less than stellar rejoinder, he cuts off the most socially awkward moment of his young teenage life and skates away for the second time that day.

Back in the present, Jungkook feels like punching something after reliving that moment. 

"Choi Yuna. What are you doing to me?"

Sighing, he finishes his tasks and shuts down the arena. He makes sure to double check the lock on Namjoon hyung's pride and joy - the 18 year old rink which had been passed down from his father. 

"Let's hope tomorrow goes better." he mutters before heading home.