By: @serendipityswan

For reference, Jimin has two programs and here is the music for each:

- Short Program: White Swan (YouTube: Swan Lake, Op. 20, Act 1: Scene (Swan Theme))
- Long Program: Black Swan (YouTube: BTS-Black Swan Orchestral Instrumental (NO VOCALS))

Also if you don't know what the kiss and cry is, it is the area where skaters wait for their scores to be announced.

"Presenting his program Black Swan: Park Jimin."

There is a thunderous roar of applause as Jimin skates across the ice, acknowledging his introduction before looping back around to his starting position. With a deep breath, he settles into his opening pose to wait for the familiar strings of his music to come to life. As they do, he pushes off, and the whole arena disappears. It is just him on the ice, embracing the darkness of being the black swan as opposed to the white. Unlike his short program where he is the elegant white swan, he is now tormented and dark, almost sinister. This season's skates have been Jimin's favorites because of the beautiful dichotomy between them, and how they remind him of his life as a professional figure skater.

Before he is even aware of his surroundings again, his free skate is complete. He bows politely as is customary while the sound of applause fades into his mind again, like the connecting threads of reality being the audience's reaction. He makes his way to the rinks exit and his manager is waiting with his blade guards, smiling at him like a proud father even though Jimin is the older one.

"Beautiful as always Min," Taehyung says softly, handing the guards over and helping Jimin as needed. They silently go to the kiss and cry to wait for his scores. The elder isn't nervous, feeling very confident in both of his programs, and knowing there is only one other skater left, he is confident he'll get the gold. But gold isn't what matters at this show.

"Olympics worthy?" Jimin asks Taehyung quietly as they wait.

"Absolutely. They would be crazy to not take you again. If your programs are not Olympic gold worthy, I have no idea what is," Taehyung tells him confidently.

Jimin simply nods, focusing his attention on where his marks will be displayed. It isn't a long wait as the announcer's booming voice returns to inform the arena and Jimin's eyes are locked on one specific number.

335.30

Taehyung is cheering so loud next to Jimin that he honestly can't hear anything else. He turns to the excited man and gives him a big hug. He only smiles softly to himself and his manager, ignoring the television cameras inspecting his every move.

They are quickly escorted out of the kiss and cry as the final skater takes the ice. Jimin knows he has secured gold here. But it's the Olympics decision he needs to hear more.

"Park," an unfortunately familiar voice says behind him and Jimin immediately scowls to himself before putting on a blank expression and turning to face the other man. "Guess you're packing your bags for the third time."

"Byun," Jimin begins. "And I have yet to be told a decision."

"Oh please, you've already gone to the Olympics twice and got gold both times. You don't have to be so diplomatic about it."

"It's not diplomacy to keep my expectations neutral. It's simply my best interest."

"No wonder they call you Korea's ice prince. Your heart is as cold as the ice we skate on."

"At least my ice is Olympic."

The other man rolls his eyes and walks past Jimin, close enough for their shoulders to graze but not actually run into the man. With the other skater gone, Jimin let out a long sigh and shook the interaction out of his head.

The final skater has finished and received his marks, so the award ceremony begins. It is the same as any other, with bronze being announced first, then silver, and lastly gold. As Jimin is summoned to accept his gold medal, he smiles brightly as if this is the grandest moment of his life. He's a good actor.

Once the ceremony is over, he and the silver medalist skater named Kim Jongin are pulled aside by the Olympic committee chairman.

"As you both know this is an Olympics year and we have the honor of hosting. You two will be our chosen male skaters to represent us this year," the chairman explains. Jimin nods in understanding and gives an appreciative smile. They finalize the conversation with some basic information before the chairman leaves the two men alone.

"Here we are again Park," Jongin says with a smirk.

"Indeed," Jimin replies unemotionally. Jongin joined Jimin at the previous Olympics and, in Jimin's mind, was a terrible pain in the ass the whole time. Jimin is just about to walk away when Jongin speaks again.

"I'm confident that things will turn out differently."

"Oh?" Jimin feigns interest, turning to face the skater again. "And what makes you believe that?"

"First of all, you're skating solo this time. No coach to prepare you. And we all know that your coach was what really got you gold." Jongin smirks, eyeing Jimin who has no reaction. "And secondly, aren't you a little too old to still be skating? Past your prime? Or rather your expiration date."

Jimin blinks at him with no expression or reaction. Jongin simply wanted to intimidate him, and frankly, he was doing a terrible job.

"I'll let my skating respond to this because it's not worth my time right now. See you in Pyeongchang," Jimin answers, turning to leave without a single look back.

--

"You are so close Jungkook. You can do this!"

Namjoon, Jungkook's manager and coach, is smiling brightly with dimples fully on display. Jungkook simply nods, choosing to focus on his breathing instead of the momentous outcome that could take place. After his first two runs, he currently sits in fourth place, which is an accomplishment in itself for the young snowboarder. But the real accomplishment is how he is one jump away from potentially getting third.

This is the first season where Jungkook has been really focusing and trying to get podium every time. Even though he is still fairly new to competitive snowboarding, he's been doing well and he is gunning for the Olympics. It is honestly a crazy dream, as many people have told the twenty-two-year-old, but he has always been a go big or go home kind of man.

The boarder before him is doing his final run and Jungkook is ushered to position at the top of the slope. He double checks his goggles and loosens his neck a bit before looking down at the spectacle below him. He's already jumped off this ramp four times this weekend, but this is the one that matters the most. An event coordinator signals him that he can go and he nods briefly before looking back at the task at hand.

"Go big or go home," he whispers to himself before beginning his descent down the slope.

It's almost like everything is in slow motion for him as he flies down the snow towards the ramp that will launch him into the air. He initiates the spin as he gets shot upwards, optimizing his posture and bringing his arms close to his body so he gets enough speed to complete all the rotations. He successfully gets all the rotations and immediately straightens his body and extends his arms to brace for impact. All he has to do now is stick the landing.

He makes contact with the snow again, bending his knees low as he does and squeezing his core to keep balanced. He angles the board enough to help him decelerate gradually and comes to a sliding halt at the end, still standing having successfully stuck his landing.

He can't hear anything around him as the adrenaline rages through his system, leaving his hearing muddled for a moment until he comes to and hears the roar of cheers happening around him. His heart is beating so hard it might break free from his chest any second.

He steps out of his board and heads to the designated spot to hear his score. He waits as patiently as possible, taking deep breaths to get his heart to calm down. It doesn't take long for his final score to be announced.

168.25

His jaw drops and his doe eyes get impossibly wide as the realization hits him.

You did it. You fucking did it.

"You did it!"

Namjoon comes crashing into the boarder, having recklessly jumped the barricade to embrace the now bronze medalist. Jungkook is still in shock, internally debating if he is dreaming or if this is reality. By the way Namjoon is shaking him and screaming excitedly, it must be reality.

"I did it," he mumbles, still in awe. He does the mental math and the boarders that are left can't beat him. He actually got top three.

The two of them are escorted out of the competition area, still insanely giddy over the result. They are making their way back to their small tent area and Jungkook can't help but notice a fellow competitor glaring at him.

"Uh hyung. Who's that?" Jungkook asks, discreetly pointing out the seemingly angry man.

"Oh um that is the guy you just beat to get third," Namjoon answers quietly, turning his gaze away immediately.

"And he is seriously that pissed?"

"You know how some people get. Also, um, you only beat him by .25."

"Seriously? It was that close?!" Jungkook whips his head back around with wide eyes in shock at this detail.

Namjoon just nods and Jungkook feels himself deflate a little. He knows this is a competition and he is damn proud of himself, but he is also a big softie who hates seeing others upset or angry at the outcomes. Namjoon gives him a reassuring pat on the back before they are on their way again, weaving through fellow competitors to get back to their belongings.

They are soon stopped by a slender man, dressed more for a business meeting than to watch the FIS Freestyle Ski and Snowboarding World Championships.

"Jeon Jungkook?" the man asks, looking directly at him.

"Y-yes?"

"I am from the Korean Sport & Olympic Committee. I am here to discuss the opportunity to have you represent Korea at the upcoming Olympic games."

Jungkook is surprised his eyes are still in their sockets with how many times he has gone wide-eyed in shock in the last twenty minutes.

"We have been watching your progress this season, and with this third-place finish, you have enough qualifying points. We only have one spot allocated for snowboarding this year, and we want you to have it."

I have to be dreaming. This can't be real.

"Are you serious?" Jungkook asks, trying to keep his voice steady. The man smiles at him kindly before answering.

"Yes, this is serious."

"Oh wow this is...an honor truly...I can't believe it," Jungkook rambles.

"I take this as you'll be accepting it?"

"Of course I am!" Jungkook is back to being pure excitement and joy.

"Excellent. We'll contact your manager here with further details in the near future. Congratulations on your medal tonight," the man says politely before walking off, leaving the two men in pure shock.

"What the fuck is this day?" Jungkook mutters, fully mind blown at this point.

"I'd argue it is the best day of your career thus far. And probably your life too," Namjoon answers, grinning like an idiot at the younger. They embrace again, excitedly hopping in the hug like happy bunnies.

This really is the best day of my life.

--

"Whoa," Jungkook mumbles to himself as he steps into the large ballroom. The Korean Sport & Olympic Committee hosts a dinner for all of the athletes prior to the games and Jungkook was awestruck at the event. He still hadn't fully accepted that this was all real and seeing the glitzy décor and nicely dressed athletes didn't help either. Even though he is nicely dressed in black slacks, a black button-up, and a burgundy suit jacket, and has his raven hair styled nicely, he still feels underdressed compared to some of his fellows. He shakes his head of the thought, straightens his jacket some before heading fully inside in search of his table.

He navigates around all of the tables till he finds one marked with the number thirteen and sees three other men politely chatting with one another. As he approaches, one of the men sees him and brightly smiles.

"You don't happen to be the mysterious Jeon Jungkook, would you?" the man asks. He immediately gives off a happy aura and that relaxes Jungkook.

"That would be me, although I am unsure of the mysterious part."

"Mysterious because none of us knew who you were," the happy man answered, standing then to properly greet Jungkook. "I am Jung Hoseok. Freestyle skier."

"This is Kim Seokjin. He's a speed skater," Hoseok explains, pointing to a handsome man with a gentle smile who simply nods in recognition.

"And this is Min Yoongi. He's a biathlete."

"A what?" Jungkook asks, a little taken aback by the term and his mind goes elsewhere.

"Biathlon," the man in question responds. "I do the biathlon."

"Oh, got it," Jungkook replies nervously. Yoongi gives him a once-over with his cat-like eyes before gesturing Jungkook to take his seat.

"So what do you do?" Seokjin asks politely.

"Snowboard. Big air specifically."

"We have a snowboarder this year? That's awesome!" Hoseok says.

"Is that rare?" Jungkook asks, a bit confused by the comment.

"There are allocation quotas and sometimes Korea isn't given a spot for snowboarding. Europe and North America tend to take most of them," Seokjin explains.

"So this is your first Olympics?" Yoongi asks, quirking an eyebrow at the younger athlete.

"Uh yeah," Jungkook rubs the nape of his neck nervously as he replies.

"That's great! We all have a first. How cool to have yours been when we're hosting," Hoseok assures. This man is sunshine personified, Jungkook thinks.

An awkward hush takes over the room and the four all turn their heads to see why. Entering the room is an elegant blonde man, his hair expertly coifed and skin glowing. He's in fitted black dress pants, a black button-up, and a silver blazer with a black paisley pattern. He moves gracefully through the room and radiates pure confidence. Jungkook watches the man move, mouth agape in awe of him.

"Is that..." he starts.

"Park Jimin," Hoseok answers before he finishes asking. "Gold medal figure skater."

"The Ice Prince," Seokjin adds, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Or so all his brand deals call him."

"Okay but you can't deny that the man is gorgeous," Hoseok adds.

"I would never. Too bad his personality is lackluster at best."

"What do you mean?" Jungkook asks, eyes still on the blonde who takes a seat at table six, smiling politely at the women seated there.

"He's pretty jaded and defensive. That man gives no one attention unless it is beneficial for him," Yoongi explains. "He has built strong walls around himself."

"I heard he wasn't always like that. Once he started getting into the senior level of competitions, he hardened," Hoseok adds, a small frown on his face.

"Well whatever happened, he doesn't let anyone in. He trusts no one. He's pretty intimidating as well."

"You definitely never want to cross him," Seokjin starts. "His comebacks are as sharp as his skates. He does not put up with shit. It's better to be ignored than to be on his bad side honestly."

"He's mostly just guarded," Hoseok continues. "He can be standoffish but it's a defense mechanism. I think he has some good in him."

"You think everyone has good in them Hobi," Yoongi remarks.

The trio continues their conversation while Jungkook watches Jimin. He doesn't seem that guarded or standoffish as he engages in conversation with his tablemates. He has a polite smile on his face and seems approachable. Or maybe that is because Jungkook really wants to approach the beautiful being.

Another man joins Jimin's table sitting directly next to Jimin. As soon as he does, all of Jimin's attention turns to him, and Jungkook feels a weird twist in his stomach at the sight.

"Who's that?" he asks, not acknowledging the other three's conversation.

"Who?"

"The guy in the gray suit next to Jimin," Jungkook explains. The three men look over briefly and quickly recognize the man.

"Kim Taehyung. He is Jimin's manager," Seokjin explains.

"And the only person that Jimin trusts on this planet," Yoongi adds.

"Is that why they seem close?" Jungkook asks, trying to be discreet with his questions.

"Yep. Wherever Jimin goes, Taehyung goes. I honestly envy their bond," Hoseok answers.

"How long have they been together?"

"At least since Jimin's second Olympics. Probably a year or two before that. So six years maybe."

Their conversation is interrupted by the low hum of speakers. They turn their attention to the front where the committee is, and the chairman is standing at the podium where the microphone sits.

"On behalf of the Korean Sport & Olympic Committee, I would like to welcome all of our talented athletes who will be representing our beautiful country at this years' Olympic games."

Mellow applause rumbles through the room before he continues.

"As you all know this year we have the honor of hosting the Winter Games for a second time. We're returning to the beautiful mountains of Pyeongchang and are excited to see all of the nations on this beautiful Earth come together."

The chairman continues his opening speech, and Jungkook tries his best to focus, but he keeps glancing over to table six and the handsome blonde instead. His senses are brought back when everyone around him starts clapping, indicating the chairman has finished speaking.

"As is tradition, we would like to recognize our Olympians," a new speaker began. She instructed athletes to stand as their name is called and began going through a list divided by sport.

"Lastly for our figure skating team we have the reigning gold medalist Park Jimin," she says. Jungkook watches as the blonde stands, politely bowing towards the committee. As he turns his head back, Jimin catches Jungkook staring and the snowboarder freezes in his seat. The skater's expression is unreadable, but they maintain intense eye contact for what feels like centuries before Jimin takes a seat and turns his attention back to the front.

Jungkook feels his heart start to race and isn't sure what for. All they did was make eye contact. But that contact was so powerful it knocked the metaphorical wind out of Jungkook.

"This year we are excited to have someone represent our country for snowboarding. And that individual is Jeon Jungkook."

Hearing his name is what snaps him out of his daze, and Jungkook slowly stands then to the polite applause of his fellow athletes. Much like Jimin, he politely bows to the committee before returning to sit. But as he goes to sit again, he sees Jimin intently watching his every move with the same unreadable expression. He isn't bold enough to keep eye contact this time, his nerves vibrating inside him. Once seated he glances over to see Jimin whispering in his manager's ear, and that sets the nerves Jungkook was feeling into hyperdrive with worry.

The recognitions are completed, and dinner is served. Jungkook chooses to focus on his tablemates instead of a certain someone at table six. He can feel eyes watching him though and it makes his skin crawl. Jungkook resists the urge to ask more questions about Jimin, but the blonde is consuming his thoughts at the moment.

Once dinner is done, Jungkook takes a chance to look over at