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oh what’s this? felix being productive during the summer? blasphemy. well, as productive as trying to teach yourself how to roller skate can be. look, he’s been trying to learn how the hell wheels on some shoes work since he found out what roller skates were, and he’s 20 years old with time on his hands and a brand new pair of roller skates, it’s nerf or nothing.
he slaps on his skates and his knee pads, pats his helmet aggressively a couple times because that’s what he always see in the movies, and he looks down at the ramp. he knows how to…walk kind of in these things but the ramp calls for him, even though he’s hand sanitizer percent sure that he’s gonna eat ass to the pavement.
he inches closer to the edge of the drop and he almost screams when his foot dips forward, immediately retracting his foot and continuing to stare at the five feet drop like he’s on top of the highest skyscraper in seoul. he takes a deep breath and closed his eyes, not something you should do while on wheels, but he takes some steps forward and who would’ve guessed, he immediately slid beyond control and fell forward trying to get his grip.
he slides against the concrete until he stops at the bottom. he has a helmet and his knees are safe but his hands are a little scraped. it stings but he’s had worse from baking(pans straight from the oven are hot, who knew). he pushes himself up with his scratched up palms and hisses at the pain, his head finally quieting down from the impact and registering giggles and chuckles. giggles and chuckles?
he looks up and finds a group of seven(7) dudes, all of them looking down at him and giggling behind their palms. usually, he’d create a fuss, tell them to piss off and kiss a dog’s ass, but holy shit are they hot. felix is pretty feisty but he’s weak to hot men and there are seven of them approximately ten feet away from him, all of them glowing like gods with the summer sun shining behind them. one of them kicks up their board and rides down the ramp to where felix was sitting, still cradling his wounded hands. he’s very puppy-like, squarer facial structure with a brown mop of hair decorated with purple hair strands. he gets off his board and reaches his hand out, felix mindlessly handing him his wrist.
“you good there? took quite the tumble after you leap of faith-ed into the ramp,” he asks but he’s trying to hold in a laugh based on his amused smile. felix smiles sheepishly.
“yeah, i’m fine, just a couple of scratches.” felix flips his wrist in his hand, revealing blood beading out of fresh cuts. the man frowns and shakes his head.
“that’s no good. let’s get you washed up, my friend, jisung, might have some bandaids on him. if not him, jeongin might have some. he liked to stick cute ones on his face for fun.”
felix looks up at the group as this guy drags him up to the ramp, the person first pushing himself up after flinging his board over the rim, and then grabbing felix by the arm to pull him up, this orange haired gentleman coming over and grabbing felix’s other arm to help pull him up the platform because apparently going up slopes with skates is hard.
“i’m seungmin, by the way, and this guy is chan.” seungmin pats the orange haired fellow on the back, who waves and gives a friendly smile that felix returns. felix felt like he should be tucking some of his hair behind his ear, but his hands are bleeding so he refrained. jeongin, felix presumes based on the star shaped bandaids stamped on his cheeks, comes skipping over with a box of multicolored bandaids. he’s followed by a guy that looks like he stepped out of painting with his shoulder length black hair and plush lips, a crown of hair clips decorating his head, this one holding a bottle of water and a box that looks like a first aid kit.
“you’re in luck,” the greek god looking guy started, “jisung has a tendency to scrape himself because he refuses to wear the proper gear.” he placed down the first aid kit. the last three dudes walk up to them, one of them in horribly baggy clothes crossing his arms and huffing.
“i do not!”
a cat-looking boy raises his (very nice)eyebrow.
“oh yeah? show me your elbows.”
the first guy immediately tugs on his short sleeves farther past his elbows. the last guy walks up to felix, somehow not sweltering in the summer sun with his tight black tee, and crouches next to him.
“check out this video of jisung eating shit to the halfpipe.” he plays this video of the guy in baggy clothes slipping off his board and falling on his side as his skateboard shoots off the other side for the ramp. at first, everyone in the video laughed but felix catches chan sliding down the ramp to help the dude up as the video ends. felix laughs as his hands are getting doused in bottled water.
“holy shit, that’s almost as bad as me,” felix snickers. catboy snorts.
“i don’t know, jisung has a shitload of wipeouts to outweigh your little mishap.” he joins the guy with the video and crouches next to felix. “i’m minho, that’s changbin, you can guess who jisung is, and that’s hyunjin and jeongin.” minho relays, felix muttering the names under his breath so he remembers them.
“—angbin, minho, hyunjin—got it!”
minho chuckles and points a thumb over to jeongin, who’s slapping on a hot pink bandaid over felix’s ointment-ed palm.
“if you need help with your skating, jeongin knows a thing or two about roller skates.”
at the mention of his name, his head perks up from where it was concentrated over felix’s hand, and he immediately breaks into a bright smile.
“yeah, i’m down to help!”
minho then looks back and plays a little coy.
“maybe we should get your number to, you know, plan future skating lessons?”
felix knows what he’s getting at but he still flushed red.
“of course!”
“sweet.”
felix shyly takes a marker from jisung, who smirks at him after he fished the thing out his huge pockets, and writes his number down on minho’s arm. minho whistles lowly before turning back.
“scored pretty boy’s number, pay me $20 if you want it.” minho hides his arm behind his back. jeongin huffs and begins to say something but minho cuts him off. “everyone except innie.”
jeongin smiles. felix blushes at ‘pretty boy’ and feels himself get more red when he sees everyone actually pulling out their wallets and pulling out 20 dollar bills. minho barks out laughter as he takes in the money, showing his arm for everyone to look at. chan jogs up to felix and smiles kindly.
“we’ll see you around, yeah? we usually come to this skate park on saturdays around this time. and,” he flicks his head over to minho picking the last 20 dollar bill from hyunjin, “we’ll text you.”
felix nods and smiles.
“yeah, next time!” he pushes himself onto his feet with the help of chan’s (really nice)arm. he dusts himself off.
“i’ll get going now, nice meeting all of you.” he waves goodbye and everyone choruses of departure, some of them whining about not being able to hang out with him long enough. felix giggles and turns to shuffle away on his skates, looking at his hands that are now plastered by a multitude of highlighter colored bandaids. he hums.
hot girl summer is really working out for him.