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“Sorry, not that I’m not, you know—” Jungkook bails on the sentence before he can embarrass himself. “What’re you doing here?”
“What’s it look like?” Taehyung stretches his legs out, crosses his ankles. “I’m your new substitute!”
“Our what?"
The words don’t make sense. Not from Taehyung, not in that order.
Not that he doesn’t—look, Jungkook’s seen the guy skate more times than he cares to count. He’s obviously an athlete who knows his way around a rink; all speed, all muscle.
But Kim Taehyung can’t play hockey.
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Jungkook's determined to succeed. Taehyung's terrified to want.