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48 | “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”
a date couldn’t have gone any better even if you’d tried
There were a million and one things that you could have been doing on a night as beautiful as this, clear skies and stars shining so crisply that they felt painted there, but of all the scenarios in your head, this one was by far your favorite. The night was lit up by colorful hues of dated lights, spinning and twisting along a variety of stands that lined a makeshift dirt path which weaved through the grounds of the carnival.
It was on this particular night that everything seemed to glow that much brighter, shimmering with the sounds of laughter and boisterous screams ringing from sketchy cages spinning in the air. Giant stuffed animals covered wide smiles as small arms stretched around the fabric, or perhaps it was smaller and dragged by the sweaty palms of a grinning child. Everything the carnival provided brought nothing but an overwhelming sense of joy that intoxicated your every nerve.
The tips of your fingers clamped firmly together as you adjusted your legs around Jun’s back, hugging his neck as he paraded you around along with your friends. After a particularly nauseating turn on Space Trip, vertigo settled in rather quickly and it was without a single question that Jun bent down in front of you and heaved you onto his back.
“You can put me down now,” you said into his ear, laughing as his body shivered from your voice.
“Nah, I’m okay,” he retorted, craning his head to glance back at you from the corner of his eye. “Besides, you’re keeping me warm.”
“But I have to go to the bathroom,” you said in a sing-song only to have him squatting down just enough for you to slide off his back.
However, the instant your feet were firmly planted on the ground his hand was winding through yours until your fingers were knotted together, his hand tugging you along. A coy smile spread adoringly over your face as he mindlessly pulled you closer into his side, arms brushing against each other as you walked.
He moved with purpose toward your group of friends up ahead and gave a pat to Donghun’s shoulder as the pair of you caught up. “Do you know where the bathrooms are?”
The brunet only frowned and shrugged his shoulders before pausing and standing up on his toes to glance around. After a moment he pointed off to the right and gestured toward a blue sign painted with the word ‘RESTROOM’.
“We were gonna go get some funnel cake at a stand a few yards up,” Donghun commented as he glanced between the two of you. “Just give me a call if we aren’t there when you’re done.”
“Sounds good, thanks, man,” Jun smiled, giving his friend another slap on the back as he pulled you away from your friends.
The pair of you were quick to rush off to the bathroom’s, meeting at the dart game off to the side once you were done. It seemed the second you emerged from the bathroom, though, that he was right there with his arm tossed over your shoulder and a kiss planted at your temple.
“Someone’s rather affectionate tonight,” you hummed with a grin but cuddled into his side with your fingers hanging from his.
He rose his shoulders in a shrug and swiveled his attention back onto the pathway before you. “I can’t help it, you look really cute in my flannel.”
“Dork,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes and pulled him along with you to meet back up with your friends.
The group of them were easy to spot as they climbed over each other and yelled into the night, laughter bellowing as heads craned backward in happiness. The second the two of you joined them, you were tugged apart and enveloped into different conversations, Donghun talking his ear off as Taehyung did a full charade of Chan’s slip at the ring toss.
However, amidst the stories and laughing, a set of fingers wiggled its way into yours as a hand wound around your waist and pressed you into a firm back. A smile grew on your face as you nodded at Tae, but the drum of Jun’s fingers on the skin beneath your shirt had you pushing yourself further back.
“We’ve become that clingy couple that you used to complain about,” you whispered as you stole your attention up to the blond holding you.
He only rolled his eyes and hugged you tighter, leaning down just enough to peck your lips before muttering, “Shut up.”
Yet the night only carried on like this, with him stealing you away to press kisses to your neck from behind the ticket booth, grinning as your hands swatted at him when he beat you in a game. He could only pull you toward him like the earth circling the sun, urging you to stay near him as the night crawled onward.
His attention never divided from you and as the two of you found yourselves at the top of the ferris wheel, your head tucked just right under his chin as you leaned against him. Every now and then he would kiss your head, thumb running gently over your hand as the ride slowly brought you up and down.
“I don’t want this night to end,” you said softly, pushing your nose into his shirt as you tucked your legs onto the bench beneath you.
“Me neither,” he agreed with ease, and you didn’t have to look to know he was smiling. “I don’t think we’ve had this much fun since our date at that one game house.”
“You mean the one where you beat me in everything and didn’t even give me the plushie you won?” A brow quirked as you angled your head up at him but he only pursed his lips and looked away only to break into a smile as you pinched his side.
“I’m being serious!” He laughed, pulling you closer to him and turning his attention to your hands interlocked on his lap. “It feels like all we’ve been doing is saying hello and goodbye because of our schedules. Getting to just sit here with you is all I’ve wanted to do for weeks.”
A blush spread across your cheeks at his confession, but he only shook you to pull your eyes back to him. “I’ve missed you.”
“Well I’m right here,” you said as you bit your bottom lip.
His smile widened at that, head craning once again to catch your lips with his in a kiss that was far more than something innocent. He was swift to pull you onto his lap, laughing as you giggled when his fingers met your waist, kiss never breaking. As his lips only pressed harder to yours, you found yourself blissfully aware of how his hands were gripping you closer to him, enticing you with all his affections that he could only pour into a kiss.
It was when he pulled away, breaths heaving softly from both your mouths, that he pushed his forehead to yours with cheeks flaring red. His eyes never wavered from yours and you could feel the intensity of his adoration for you without the need of a single word. Only he provided your thoughts with his, whispering a confession you only dreamed of hearing roll off his lips.
