HE WAS A SKATER BOY.
she said see you later boy.
PAIRING: Skater Sicheng x female reader | Skater Shotaro x female reader.
GENRE: Skateboard, best friends | Fluff, angst.
WARNINGS: Mention of past injuries, strong language, accident, blood, violence, hospital, Jaehyun is a massive asshole, Yuta saves the day.
PLOT: You didn’t think that by accompanying your best friend on his first day of work at the local skateboard store you would end up watching skaters fight during an illegal race.
WORD COUNT: +4.1k.
A/N: This is part of the sports collab hosted by @lucas-wongs | this is also inspired by sk8 the infinity that you do not need to know to read.
“Can you come with me?”
You frown when you hear Shotaro’s voice, and when you turn your head, you find him in the doorframe, his arms crossed against his chest. Shotaro doesn’t live here, and last you heard he didn’t have a spare key to enter your apartment.
“I want to ask you how you got in, but I’m not sure I want to hear your answer,” you mumble as you get up from your desk chair, stretching your arms above your head. “and why do you want me to come? It’s your first day on the job, you don’t need a chaperone.”
He pouts, letting his arms fall to his sides. “I am stressed, this is my first job!” he says, like it’s obvious, and you roll your eyes. “Please?”
“If I come, you better pay for the pizza for the next movie night, okay?” he nods, suddenly regaining his smile, and you grab your jacket. “If your boss, or your coworkers laugh at you because you needed me, I don’t want to hear you complain.”
“Do you think they’re going to laugh at me?” he asks in a small voice, and you heave a sigh, you should have turned your tongue seven times in your mouth before speaking.
“If they laugh at you, it’ll be my job, as your best friend, to beat them up, okay?” he laughs softly, and you push him out of the doorframe to exit your room. “Okay, I really need to know, how did you get into the apartment?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “You didn’t close the balcony door, so I walked in through there.” you found another reason to look for a new apartment.
“Come on, let’s go or you’ll be late.” you put on your shoes, and you leave the apartment after taking the time to close the balcony door, you don’t want a stranger to suddenly want to visit your apartment after seeing Shotaro do it.
Shotaro retrieves his skateboard outside the apartment complex, and also his backpack that he left in plain sight. “You have to stop trusting everyone, Shotaro, someday someone is going to steal your things.”
“You live in the most peaceful and secure part of town, I have nothing to fear.” that’s what he believes.
The shop where Shotaro was hired is only ten minutes from your apartment, and when you approach it, you stop walking, thrusting your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “Can you go on your own, or do I have to go inside with you?”
He lowers his head, and he plays with the hem of his sweatshirt. “Can you come in with me, and pretend you want to buy something, so I don’t look silly?”
If you knew this is the way your day would be, you wouldn’t have asked your boss to give you a day off. Having to deal with unpleasant customers is certainly better than having to pretend to buy something from a store where nothing interests you.
“It’s going to cost you a lot Shotaro, and it’s only for today, okay?” he nods, and he walks over to the bay window.
“You don’t have to be afraid, there is no one in the shop.” it’s true, on the other side of the glass, you can’t see anyone. Which is no wonder, even though the store opened over six years ago, the customers aren’t regular, so you wonder how it stays open.
You push open the door, and a doorbell rings, and your gaze lands on the counter almost immediately. “Hello?” a young man has his arms resting on the counter, and his face nestled in between. His breathing is slow and regular. He is sleeping.
Shotaro closes the door behind him, and walks over to the counter. “Excuse me?” he asks in a small voice, and when the man doesn’t react, he gently pushes his shoulder. “Excuse me? I’m Shotaro, I’m the new employee.”
“What is happening?” the young man asks in a hoarse voice full of sleep, raising his head. He rubs his eyes, yawning at length. “Can I help you?”
Shotaro is moving from leg to leg, clearly nervous. “I am Shotaro, I just got hired.”
The young man gets up from his stool which scrapes against the tiles, and he shakes Shotaro’s hand. “Oh yeah, the boss told me he found someone else. But from what you can see, we don’t really have any clients today, so I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
Shotaro takes a deep breath, and he straightens up a bit. He wants to be confident in front of his colleague. “I can do the cleaning, whatever you don’t want to do, I love skateboarding, so being here is enough, even if I’m not doing anything.” he basically says he doesn’t mind being paid for doing nothing. Understandable.
From where you stand, a little back, you can see the shadow of a smile on the young man’s face. “Do you skate?” Shotaro nods. “I was afraid the boss hired someone who didn’t know anything about skateboards, so welcome, I’m Sicheng!”
“Pleased to meet you.” Shotaro says, and Sicheng finally seems to notice your presence, since you meet his gaze.
“Do you need anything?”
You open your mouth, but no sound comes out, luckily, Shotaro comes to your aid. “I was a little afraid to come, so I asked her to come with me.” Sicheng hums, but he doesn’t comment.
“You want to stay?” he asks you, and you shrug your shoulders.
And that’s how you started to spend your days off, and your weekends in the skateboard shop.
When you see Shotaro talking with clients, advise them about a skateboard, you tell yourself that he was born to do that, he is a natural. You can’t remember the last time you saw him smile so much, and you wonder if his jaw hurts at the end of the day. You like to see your best friend like this.
As for Sicheng, he is interesting.
There are days when he barely speaks, when he answers your questions with grunts that make you laugh, and there are days when it’s impossible to silence him. He’s nice, he’s caring with Shotaro, he always makes sure he feels good and comfortable with a client. And he doesn’t hesitate to kick some of them out for asking silly questions.
You still don’t know much about skateboarding, but you could spend hours watching Sicheng build a skateboard from start to finish.
A bit like today.
You are sitting on a wooden table where skateboard wheels are strewn about, sketches of boards are balled up on the floor, and on the shelves, and Sicheng is leaning over a workbench, figuring out why the board’s wheels stop rolling.
“The wheels are round, they shouldn’t stop rolling, don’t you think so?” you ask by grabbing one of the sketches that you smooth out. It’s an extravagant model, and you remember the client who asked for it. Red hair, red nail polish, the tattoo of a rose, and a bright smile.
“Do you think I don’t know?” he mumbles, and you laugh softly, it’s so easy to annoy him when he is working. Maybe that’s the only reason you don’t get bored to death when you’re locked in the back room with him.
And to be honest, he is not ugly to look at.
“Maybe there’s gravel stuck in the bearings?”
Sicheng sits up, and he turns to you with a frown. “How do you know about the bearings?”
You stick your tongue out. “I listen to you when you speak, Sicheng.”
He smiles softly, and goes back to his work. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him picking up some sort of toothbrush to clean between the bearings, and as you predicted, some gravel falls on the workbench. “See? I should be paid for this.”
“We have five clients a month, do you really think I can give you money for a simple advice?” he asks with a sigh, and you shrug your shoulders.
“The shop is still open, so your boss has enough money for that, and to pay you and Shotaro.”
“I can pay you in gratitude, if you want.” you chuckle, it is not with gratitude that you are going to pay your rent, but you accept. Next time you won’t give him advice.
“I wanted to ask you, are you and Shotaro free tonight?” he asks, sitting down on the workbench before taking the board on his lap to spin the wheels.
“I am free, and as far as Shotaro is concerned, I have no idea.” you answer by tilting your head. “Why?”
“You don’t live together?” he narrows his eyes.
“No? Why would I be living with him?”
Sicheng is biting his lower lip, but rather than answering your current question, he prefers to answer your previous one. “I’m participating in a race tonight, and I trust you enough to get you there now.”
“What does trust have to do with a race?” you ask. “Is this an illegal race?”
Sicheng is watching you like it’s the most obvious thing. “Duh! Have you ever heard of skateboard races?” you shake your head. “They’re organized by a rich man who we don’t know anything about except his nickname. There’s nothing to win, but it’s fun to go there. You can meet some pretty cool people.”
“I’ll come, if I don’t risk ending up in jail.” Sicheng laughs, swinging his head back, but he bumps into the wall, which makes you laugh heartily. “How do you stand on a skateboard if you bump into a wall so easily?”
This time it’s his turn to stick your tongue out. “I’ll ask Shotaro.”
You get off the table, and you go back to the shop where Shotaro is. He’s sitting on the counter, watching a documentary about Tony Hawk on the television. “I see you are working very hard, it’s nice to see.”
He jumps, but he smiles when his gaze meets yours. “There’s nothing to do, and Sicheng doesn’t like me to be in the back of the store when he’s working.” and he is right, because Shotaro asks so many questions that Sicheng has trouble concentrating. The last time he cut his palm deep enough that you had to drive him to the emergency room for stitches.
“Sicheng asked if we would like to accompany him to a race tonight.” you say, and Shotaro pauses the documentary.
“A skate race?” you nod your head. “Oh my god yes!”
You roll your eyes, Shotaro is adorable when he’s excited, because he almost vibrates. “It’s illegal, so we risk ending up in jail, don’t smile too much.”
“Watching an illegal race, and ending up in jail? That would take two things off my list of things to do before I die.”
“See, the kid knows how to live!” you hear the back door shut behind Sicheng, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. “You’ll see, we’ll have fun!”
The way to the start line of the race is an adventure in itself. The car cannot drive on the steep road, and anyway, it is too crowded for you to be able to drive without taking the risk of running over someone.
“Do you do this regularly?” you ask, taking a deep breath, to avoid showing Sicheng that you are out of breath and that you regret having accepted his invitation.
Shotaro on the other hand looks like a child in a Christmas village. He looks at everything with wide, interested eyes, and a blinding smile. If you could, you would pinch his cheeks.
“Every weekend, sometimes twice a week, it depends on the organizer.” he responds by shrugging his shoulders, tightening his fingers on the edge of his skateboard so that his knuckles turn white.
“And have you ever met him? The organizer?” Sicheng shakes his head.
“Never, he comes very rarely, but he has set up cameras everywhere so he can watch the skateboarders.” you don’t know if it’s smart, or creepy.
When you get to the end of the trail, you fold your arms across your chest looking around. There are a lot of people, like a lot. You see hair of all colors, people of all ages, and it’s nice.
“Sicheng!” the young man turns and his smile disappears when his gaze falls on a skateboarder. “I didn’t think you would come, I heard you were way too busy taking care of an empty store.”
Sicheng sighs. “Jaehyun, what are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t skate anymore.” Jaehyun’s gaze falls on you, then on Shotaro before sliding down on the board he has just placed on the ground.
“Oh, did you bring some friends? That’s good. Do you skate?” he asks Shotaro who nods vigorously. “Do you want to participate in the race?”
Sicheng opens his mouth to say something, but Shotaro is faster than him to answer. “I don’t know, can I?” Jaehyun nods, smirking. “Oh my god, yes!”
“You’re new here, so I’ll race you, don’t worry, I’m nice on the track.” he winks at you, and turns on his heel before disappearing into the crowd.
You turn to Shotaro. “Are you crazy? You’ve never skated on this kind of road, you’re going to get hurt!”
It is Sicheng’s turn to speak. “You can’t race him, he’s a savage, he’s going to send you into the background from the start to make sure he’ll win!”
Shotaro shrugs his shoulders. “It’s a good opportunity to try it out on the road, isn’t it? And why would he do that, he’s going to be in trouble if he hurts me on purpose.”
Sicheng sighs. “You don’t understand Shotaro. If he hurts you on purpose there won’t be any consequences for him. It’s an illegal race, so if something happens, if you need to be sent to the hospital , you will be the one in trouble, they won’t give a shit if you mention Jaehyun.”
“Oh.” you put your arm on Shotaro’s shoulder, who looks up at you.
“It’s okay, Shotaro, you can train on a normal road, Sicheng must have places he likes to go, right?” Sicheng nods.
“I’m going to go for a walk, see if I don’t see someone from the skate park.” Shotaro whispers, and it’s his turn to disappear into the crowd. Maybe you should hold him back, but you don’t want to force him to stay if he’s angry.
“Who is this Jaehyun?” you ask Sicheng who is approaching you so that he can speak without having to yell above the hubub.
“Jaehyun started skateboarding when he was very young, we actually met like that. It’s just that he takes racing way too seriously, and he won’t hesitate to push someone from the side of the road if that can allow him a victory. He is not afraid of anything, except defeat. He had an accident a few months ago, and we all thought it was the end of his career, but from what I just saw, it wasn’t true.”
It’s not reassuring, you think, biting the inside of your cheek. “Have you ever raced against him?”
Sicheng laughs coldly. “Yeah. All I remember from the race is waking up in a hospital bed with my elbow and collarbone broken.”
You understand why he told Shotaro not to race against him, and you are grateful to him for that.
“Come on, I’ll show you around.”
To avoid getting lost in the crowd, Sicheng takes your hand in his, and he intertwines your fingers. His hand is warm, and it’s pretty nice.
He shows you the places where he fell, where he split his cheek, where he broke his wrist and the fingers of his left hand, and each time you can’t help but laugh at the dramatic way he tells his stories. “You’ll end up falling apart if you keep racing.”
“I know it, my friends all tell me, but it’s all I’ve got. It’s the only thing I know how to do, where I’m good at.” it’s something you don’t believe. You spent enough time with him to know that he is an artist, and that he wielded the tools like no one else. He has so much more than just his skateboard.
“You’re wrong, you’re-” you’re cut off when a crackling sounds through the speakers is heard, and you turn your head towards Sicheng.
“We have the first participants in tonight’s race! Jaehyun, a regular we never thought would ever come back, and a new kid, Shotaro!”
“Shit!” Sicheng exclaims, and he starts to run. At first you are frozen in place, but suddenly fingers are circling your wrist and you are pulled by Sicheng. “Come on, we have to stop him!”
Unfortunately with the people it’s hard to navigate through the crowds, and before you even get to the starting track, a whistle blows, and the two boys set off.
“Stop the race!” Sicheng says to the young woman holding the whistle, and she shakes her head.
“No can do, sorry.”
Your heart is beating so hard in your chest, that you wonder if it will fall at your feet, and Sicheng is not better. He is unable to stand still as he looks at one of the many screens that show the different places Shotaro will skate by.
You dig your fingernails into the palms of your hands without even realizing it, it’s only when Sicheng gasps that you lower your gaze. You broke the skin, and blood is covering the tips of your fingernails. “It’s going to be fine, calm down.” he says, holding one of your hands.
“What is he doing?” someone exclaims with a mixture of surprise and indignation.
You look at the screen, and your eyes widen. Jaehyun and Shotaro are side by side, and Jaehyun is trying to knock him off his skateboard. “We have to do something.”
When you don’t get a response, you turn around, and you notice that Sicheng has disappeared. You stand on your tiptoes, and you see him running on the track before hopping on his skateboard.
Suddenly, what you feared is happening.
Shotaro loses his balance, and he falls off his skateboard. A fall is nothing, he could get away with a few bruises, but unfortunately at full speed it’s a different story.
Shotaro tries to catch himself, but the way his wrist twists makes you nauseous. His wrist should not be bent like this. His head bangs against the asphalt, and your mouth opens with a silent scream. You have to help him, but for that you need your legs to obey you.
You shake your head, and when you regain the mobility of your legs, you start to run. You don’t know if Sicheng saw the accident, all you know is you have to find Shotaro, and get him to the hospital as soon as possible.
When you get to Shotaro, he’s still on the ground, unconscious. Sicheng and Jaehyun are a meter or two away.
“You bastard!” Sicheng says, and Jaehyun does nothing but laugh. He must have tripped, because his skateboard is nowhere to be seen.
“This is how it works, Sicheng!” Jaehyun responds with a smirk. “And why are you reacting like that anyway, you did it too, a few times if I remember correctly.”
“Not at full speed, and in a bend! It’s way too dangerous! You could have killed him!” Sicheng walks up to Jaehyun, and you don’t need to see his face to know that he looks threatening, and that he’s ready to hit Jaehyun, to make him pay for hurting Shotaro.
If he does, he will be in trouble, and you don’t want that.
“Sicheng, we have to take him to the hospital!” Sicheng seems to notice your presence, as he turns his back on Jaehyun. A very bad idea, if you ask me, since Jaehyun grabs Sicheng’s skateboard, and lifts it up high, probably about to knock it down on the back of Sicheng’s head.
“Behind you!” you scream, and Sicheng falls to his knees, in time to dodge the blow that would certainly have caused massive damage.
“You’re going to pay for this Jaehyun, and I promise you’ll never get on a skateboard again!” Sicheng growls, and he joins you on all fours to avoid getting hit once more. He knows Jaehyun, he knows he’ll try to knock him out at the first opportunity.
“He’s bleeding Sicheng, and the car is so far away.” you whisper when he’s close enough to hear you, your hand resting on Shotaro’s cheek. Blood is flowing from his wound to the head, and a tear rolls down your cheek.
“We can’t call the ambulances, because everyone will be arrested, including us.” then this is not an option. You have to find something else.
“My car is parked right there, I can go get it for you if you want. I’m also going to ask people to open the gates down the track so you don’t have to endure the crowds.”
You turn your head to the red haired boy who asked Sicheng for the weird skateboard the week before the race. “Please, that would help us tremendously!” you answer, and he disappears.
As promised, he comes back quickly, and he stops the car in front of you. “I’ll help you put him in the car.” he tells Sicheng who needs a minute to react, but when he does, he puts Shotaro in the backseat, and he sits with him, his head on his knees.
“We’ll owe you one.” you say, getting behind the wheel.
You drive off the racetrack without a hitch, and after that, it’s just a matter of luck. All the lights are green, and there is no one on the road. Perfect.
You stop the car in front of the main door of the hospital, and you go out in a hurry. “I need help!” you say, and two nurses follow you outside. “He fell off his skateboard, hit his head and hasn’t regained consciousness since. It’s been 15 minutes.”
Then it’s a total blur.
Shotaro was taken away by several nurses, and you were forbidden to follow them.
It’s been over two hours, and you’re still sitting in the waiting room, your head resting on Sicheng’s shoulder.
“I’m so sorry.” he says in a whisper, and you look up at him. “I shouldn’t have invited you. I should have known that Jaehyun would be there, and that he would seek to harm me without attacking me directly.”
You shrug your shoulders. “You couldn’t have known, especially after his accident. You just wanted to please Shotaro by inviting him.”
Silence falls, and when the door opens on one of the nurses who took care of Shotaro, you get up from your chair, immediately imitated by Sicheng. “How is he?”
“He is fine.” she says with a comforting smile. “The blow to the head was strong, but for some incredible reason he doesn’t have a concussion. His wrist is broken, and he’s going to have a few bruises. He is going to be just fine, and should be able to leave the hospital tomorrow after one last check up.”
A weight slips off your shoulders, and before you know what’s going on, Sicheng hugs you for a long, and strong embrace that you didn’t know you needed. “Oh thank god.”
Shotaro won’t be in a race anytime soon, but he’ll be getting back on his skateboard before his wrist is even healed.