"Hey, slow down!" you yell, desperately trying to keep your balance on the shaky, black skateboard.
Mark lightly tightens his grip around your shoulders as he lets out a chuckle. “Babe, calm down. I’m barely pushing you.”
You roll your eyes and steady your balance by hesitantly holding your arms out in front of you. Mark’s walking next to you, arms around you to make sure you don’t fall and you swear with all your heart that skateboarding did not look that hard when you saw GOT7’s video on Rising Idol. Though you never would admit it, your sudden adamant desire to learn how to skateboard was fueled by none other than Jackson, who made a bet with you that you’d never be able to learn how to skateboard because you’re apparently “already clumsy enough”.
And here you are, on a skateboard, filled with determination to prove him wrong. You had to beg your boyfriend to teach you but after countless kisses, he finally agreed.
"Can’t you just teach me some cool tricks or something?" you ask, tired of merely skating in a straight line with him practically holding you.
“No,” he says immediately as if you’re crazy. “You need to find your balance first.”
You scoff and stubbornly retort, “I’m pretty sure I already found my balance," you finger quote, "a long time ago, Mark. But you’re holding on to me and—"
"Fine," he interrupts suddenly, stopping mid-step which causes you to stop as well (you almost fall. Almost). "Do you want me to let go then?" Eyebrows raised, he gives you a wary look but you’re too stubborn to say no.
Because of course, your pride always comes first. “Sure,” you say without hesitation, holding your chin high. He gives you one last look and you place your hands on his arms. “Seriously, let go.”
At this he gives a sigh before reluctantly letting go and you’re more than surprised at how vulnerable you feel with your sudden support gone. Mark takes a few steps back and crosses his arms.
"Lets see your balance then, shall we?"
You curse under your breath, arms held out dumbly in front of you as you slowly straighten yourself out on the skateboard. So far so good, you think to yourself with a grin. You’re standing upright on the skateboard and you proudly cross your arms. “Ha, see? My balance is perfe—woah!”
The skateboard’s wheels suddenly betray you as they shake a bit from your sudden movement, causing you to lose your oh-so-perfect balance as you reach out in desperation before your face can meet the cold, hard pavement.
Fortunately, Mark is able to jolt forward and catch you in his arms as your chest meets his in an oof. There’s a brief moment of silence, you awkwardly clinging on to him for dear life before he begins to shake with laughter.
"Oh my god," you murmur in utter embarrassment as you bury your face in his shirt. "That was so embarrassing. I can’t believe that just happened… I can’t even look at you right now."
He says nothing. He can’t. His whole body’s shaking with laughter and you punch his chest lightly, looking up at him with a pout.
"Hey," you whine, frown deepening when you see his neck craned back in laughter and are those tears in his eyes? “It’s not that funny…”
His laughter finally manages to die down as his grip on your arms loosens, blinking away the small tears that formed from your expense. “Babe,” he has to pause because he’s out of breath from laughing so much, “maybe Jackson’s right.”
You blink up at him as his words sink in. “You’re such a jerk!” You spin on your heel angrily and kick his stupid, demon of a skateboard. “Screw this! I’ll just ask Jaebum to teach me.”
"Good luck with that," is his simple reply but you know he’s right; you’d never ask him to, even if your life depended on it. (That man has zero patience.)
Your back is still turned to him but you cross your arms dramatically. “You’re mean.”
Your hear his footsteps pad towards you and you have to bite your lip to suppress your forming smile. His chest presses against your back as he places his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist affectionately, ”Sorry~”
Rolling your eyes, you turn around to face him and pout though your eyes are smiling. He gives a smile of his own and leans down to dot a kiss on your nose.
"We can always try again if you want."
You snort and wrap your arms around his neck to bring his face down to yours for a kiss. “Yeah, no thanks.”