Jungkook gets to work the next day with a slight skip in his step and a giant grin on his face. There are exactly two reasons for his good mood.

One - he was pretty sure he wouldn't be dealing with a certain scantily-clad, clumsy girl today. After all, these were daily public ice sessions. Unless you are a wannabe Yuna Kim, you do not practice everyday. And that said, you wouldn't use public ice.

Two - his hyung, Jimin, texted him that he was free this afternoon for a one-on-one hockey session. For once, it wouldn't just be Jungkook shooting by himself at an empty net. He did a mental fist pump. Jimin might be small and agile, but Jungkook was sure his work this summer would give him the leg up. Poor Jimin won't know what hit him - literally.

Jungkook whistles as he flips through the rink schedule, checking for the free ice time. 

"Wow, someone took a happy pill this morning." a deep voice comments from behind him.

Jungkook doesn't bother to look up as he retorts, "Happiness is just a state of mind, hyung."

The clipboard with the schedule is grabbed from his hands.

"Hey!" he yells indignantly.

Namjoon smirks, "In that case, I suggest you keep that state of mind while you help me paint the walls next to the bleachers today."

"Wait a sec, when did I agree to be your handyman?"

"Let's see ... when you begged me for this job in June and swore you would 100% handle everything. Oh, and I believe that giant black streak on said wall belongs to your puck, which came flying off the ice and nearly de-capitated someone?" Namjoon deadpans.

Jungkook winces.

"Ah hahaha... oh you mean that puck. Do you know hyung, I really like that sweater on you." he shamelessly changes the topic. Eying the giant fluffy sweater Namjoon is wearing, Jungkook internally thinks he'd never wear it himself in a thousand years.  

"Cheeky bastard." Namjoon grunts, although he's secretly pleased.

Patting Jungkook on the shoulder, he hands him back the clipboard.

"Paint is in the storage closet. Remember to put up a Wet Paint sign." the tall man says, as he walks away to his office.

Jungkook sighs. Well, there goes his morning.

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At around lunch time, Jungkook wipes his brow and stands back to admire his handywork. 

"Not bad, Jeon. It's no Picasso, but still has a modern edge." he says to himself, seriously appraising the paint job like an art critic. The pure, white walls gleam back at him.

"Okkk lunch. I'm starving." 

After grabbing a hot dog and cola, Jungkook goes to put on his hockey skates, since the first public session is starting soon.

It's not until he sees someone sitting on the bleachers, putting on their own skates, that he has a horrible realization.

The person is leaning with one side against the wall.

The wall he just painted.

No Wet Paint sign in sight.

.

Running as fast as he can in hockey skates, he calls out "Wait! Don't lean on that.... oh crap."

The second curse is because said person is no other than Choi Yuna.

She gives him a startled look before letting out her own yelp as she looks down at her arm.

"Ah! What the heck!"

"Yeah, would you believe me if I said the walls are melting?" Jongkook rubs the back of his head sheepishly.

She puffs out her cheeks and then blows the air out slowly, making her bangs fly up briefly.

Closing her eyes, she mutters "Be calm, deep breaths, you will not punch this boy, Yuna... even though you really want to."

Jungkook raises and eyebrow and looks around, making sure she's not talking to someone else.

She finally opens her eyes and proceeds to glare at him.

"Are you stalking me?" she asks.

"What!" 

Now it's his turn to glare.

"How would this be considered stalking you? It's like the second time we've met!"

"Aha! So you've been counting!"

"Yeah well its not much of challenge to count to two, genius."

"This cannot be another coincidence!"

"In case you haven't noticed, I work here."

She gasps, "No way!"

He has no response. This cannot be happening...

Looking around, he notices the other skaters are giving them curious looks. Thinking quickly, he grabs her wrist and pulls her up. Before she can protest, he's already pulling her behind him. "Follow me", he grunts, not looking at her.

"Yah! Let me go!" She yells and tries to twist free, but his vice-like grip doesn't loosen.

She's struggling and doesn't notice he's taken her to the staff room until the door closes. When he finally lets go, she rubs her wrist and is about to give him a piece of her mind when she sees him pull something out of a locker in the back.

"Here, you can wear this." he simply says, holding out a black hockey jersey.

She's taken aback. "Oh, um... are you sure?"

"Don't worry, it's been washed."

"But, I don't think it'll fit." she points to her outfit, which today is a black flare skirt and matching black turtleneck.

He stares and realizes she means the jersey will make it look like she's not wearing pants...

All of the sudden, both feel the quietness of the room and the fact that they are alone. The air is stuffy and intimate and Jungkook feels the heat rising on the back of his neck. Is it just him, or are her cheeks flushed as well?

"Uh, it's fine!" she finally says, grabbing the jersey from him. 

He nods, waking up. "You can change in here." 

He rushes out of that suffocating room and remembers he should really put up the Wet Paint sign.