Ice Skating At Midnight , Seriously?
fanfiction by Molybdenum
Pairing : dylmas
Writer : Molybdenum
**The story in this entry is a story that the author imagined. It has nothing to do with reality at all.
Thomas Brodie-Sangster I never understood that What's so fun about standing on bladed shoes and sliding forward?
- 6 hours earlier -
In New York City near winter. You can't imagine how cold it is.
Thomas has been woken up by the sound of his phone vibrating next to his bed about four times now. The clock says six o'clock. Outside the window, a reddish-orange light appeared on the western horizon. He shifted slightly. He moaned loudly in his throat, dissatisfied with the noise. Why?
He worked hard and couldn't sleep for almost two nights. ..To be precise, it would be almost 30 hours. Therefore, it was not unusual for him to come back to his room after he finished his work. He passed out on the bed about 12 hours after 6 a.m.
A slender hand reached out and picked up the phone. Dark eyes looked at the screen that displayed the caller's name before sliding the green button to answer.
"Hello, what's up..." His eyes didn't even open as he entered the drowsy voice into the line. The tone of the other person's voice still sounded cheerful as before, making Thomas's eyes widen slightly.
"Hey, did you just wake up, Thomas?"
"Um... you could say that."
“Wake up Tommy. I'll pick you up at 11:00 PM!”
"11 p.m.? Where did you go so late at night?"
"Come on, you'll know. See you soon!" Please wear a thick shirt."
Tid--
"Hey! Wait..--" Before Thomas could answer the question he was wondering about. The other party hung up the phone and cut off. The blonde let out a long sigh and stretched his legs. Shaking off the slightest bit of fatigue that still remained. Then hid himself under the blanket again. In his heart he thought that now he even wanted to be with Blanket instead of Dylan..
Sleeping for another five minutes would be fine.
The second time that Thomas woke up was a cold sensation throughout his body, like his warm blanket had been ripped away. Dark brown eyes opened. Slowly adjust the focus until it's in place. The first thing he saw was a blanket that had been banished to the ground. Then followed by a familiar face..Dylan O'Brien.
"You really haven't woken up yet?"
"Hey.. sorry, I was really just going to sleep for another 5 minutes."
“Look Tommy, those five minutes of yours took almost five hours, you know? Besides, I stood and rang the bell and waited for a long time. I didn't see him opening it and thought something was wrong so I had to turn in the spare key myself. And it's almost 11:00 p.m. If you don't hurry up and get dressed, we'll be late, Mr. Sangster,” Dylan said in his own American accent as he saw Thomas still lying on the bed.
"Come on, you talk like I've been dressed for a long time like that.. Give me 10 minutes, really 10 minutes."
As soon as I finished speaking The young British man quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to do his own business.
"Deal," a voice called out. Calling Dylan's attention, he turned to look. The image in front of him was a blond man wearing a hand-knitted cream-colored sweater. Dark brown pants, a black jacket, all paired with a strangely dull golden yellow scarf. Dylan remembers the shirt his mother knitted for him as a Christmas present last year.
"I remember you didn't like the color yellow, Thomas," he said as his eyes caught the other's scarf.
"Ah..um.. that's right, but-" Thomas scratched the tip of his nose to correct his embarrassment. "It goes with your jacket."
The thing that popped into my mind after Dylan heard that sentence was...... So cute
The two of them walked slowly along the road. The air outside is cold. But the lights along the walkway still shine brightly all the way. Thomas, who was slightly taller than Dylan, rubbed his hands back and forth to create heat between the two palms. After he had just noticed that he was wearing his favorite pair of gloves, The sound of palms rubbing against each other was too soft for Dylan to hear.
Seeing this, Dylan decided to take an action that made Thomas feel his face heat up. He gave up his right glove to Thomas. At first Thomas refused. But Dylan said the next sentence: 'You should wear it. Then I'll warm your left hand to you.'
A thick right hand reached out and held Thomas' hand. The warmth of their hands didn't just radiate into their intertwined palms. but also into the hearts of both of them.
"Deal, can you tell me where you're going?"
"Central Park"
"Huh?"
"Central Park, Tommy, have you never been?"
"Yes, I have been--but the question is why now?"
"secret"
Thomas Brodie-Sangster I still don't understand that. What's so fun about standing on bladed shoes and sliding forward?
He and Dylan walked into Central Park at midnight..yes, midnight.
When the great gardeners of New York City are asleep The atmosphere in Central Park itself was calm. It's even going to be scary. But Dylan walked him to the ice rink. The sign said it closed at 9 p.m. But the other party managed to bring him across.
They arrived at the rink at around 11:58. Surprisingly, at midnight the lights all over the rink turned on. This made Thomas quite confused. So he went to question Dylan about why the lights were on at midnight. Even though the yard had been closed since 9 p.m. Dylan replied with a smile on his lips.
Give the employee a little bribe. ...Thomas thought that was a very disturbing smile.
“Deal, I'm glad you brought me here to skate around the open air at midnight. But I'm sorry.. I don't know how to play."
“What?” Dylan blurted out in a surprised tone.
"What are you surprised about?"
"I'm just wondering if a perfect young man like you doesn't know how to ice skate?"
"It's nothing unusual, Deal. So let's go back."
"Woah! Hey, no way. I'm going to teach you. So put those skates on."
“Absolutely not. I won't play if you break my arm. What will you say if your leg is injured?"
"You really don't trust me, Tommy...."
For a split second, Thomas saw the look Dylan gave him. It was a look that pled with him like a dog pleading with its master.
“Fine, but don't hurt me, okay? Otherwise, you will have to pay for it.” He was so relented that he…
"Sure, Mr. Sangster," Dylan grinned.
Thomas couldn't stand.
He was extremely unsteady on this piece of ice. The slickness of it made him cling to Dylan and tense the whole time. Even if the other party tells him not to tense up. But since he was standing on shoes that only had blades supporting his weight, It was almost impossible for him not to tense up.
He couldn't understand how other people like skaters and ice hockey players could maintain their balance. Plus, when playing, you can slide at super speed without falling.
"Slowly, Thomas. You need to stand with a little more distance between your legs. The back is straighter than this too.. Take my hand."
Dylan took his hand and gently pulled him forward. This is clearly like teaching a child to learn how to ride a bicycle.
He tried to follow everything Dylan said. It didn't take him long to get used to standing with a blade on the ice. But not enough to dare to stand on my own.
"You don't dare let go of my hand, Deal."
Thomas said in an extremely serious tone. His hand tightened into Dylan's hand to keep himself steady. An instant passed. The moment he loosened Dylan's hand, that was it. The other party hurriedly withdrew his hand. Let him stand in the middle of the courtyard alone.
"Dammit--damn--" Thomas swore under his breath.
“Hey, did you see that, Tommy? You can stand here."
"I told you not to let go!!"
"When did you say that? I can't see or hear."
Dylan pretends not to remember. Even though Thomas said just now That made Thomas feel annoyed at Dylan for the millionth time. He struggled to slide towards Dylan.
"You.. stop it Deal. Wait for me to get there first."
“Come quickly, Yayee. I'm just standing there waiting, Tommy."
The dark-haired man spoke in a tone that Thomas sounded to him as the most irritating of his life. Thomas quickly slid forward. But because he had only been playing for less than an hour, he lost his balance and was about to fall.
"Hoy!!"
“Thomas!” Dylan quickly slid over and picked up the other person. The force of Thomas' loss of balance caused them both to fall, with Thomas on top of Dylan.
Dylan felt his head hit the ice. It made his brain completely blurry. It took several seconds for his senses to return to normal.
"Hey! Deal, what's wrong with you?"
"No, I'm okay."
“Why are you coming to take me? You all hurt, can you see?"
"Well, I promised I wouldn't hurt you."
When finishing a sentence Silence engulfed the atmosphere surrounding the two of them. Everything moved by slowly. No one said anything. The next thing Thomas realized was that there was less than five centimeters between his face and the dark-haired person in front of him. He could feel the heart in his chest beating faster.
Faster as the distance between him and Dylan gradually decreased. The next touch he received was a soft, cotton-like touch on his lips. It was a warm, deep touch, a thrill in my heart that I couldn't tell. The thick hand of the person below slipped into his light-colored hair. Dylan could still feel Thomas's warm, erratic breath in case they pulled apart.
"Do you know.." Dylan's voice rang out. Breaking the silence between them before speaking his next sentence.
"I'm wondering.. Do you think you'll kiss me?"
Thomas laughed a bit before speaking.
"Next time, I won't take ice skates."
Fin.
Hello, this is Molybdenum. // rolls in
Our first Dealmus story. //Subtitles
We wrote this story ourselves around midnight. Plus, at first I closed the wrong tab. Even though half the story has already been written. So we had to redo it for the second time. And I felt like it wasn't as good as the first time. //Wipe away tears.
So if it's not good or it's a mistake, I'm sorry.
TvT
And I think we can't decide whether it's better to give Tomasme or Kae. So I wrote it a bit dumbly. I apologize, but actually I got both.
Same as before. You can comment and criticize us. We want to know everyone's opinion.
Sneaky
Dylmas is good.