That One Time on the Ferris Wheel...
ATZ-> Yunho x Reader
genre: fluff, strangers to ??? wc: ~1,400 cw: none, just tooth-rotting fluff
summary: perhaps stepping out of your comfort zone is beneficial sometimes, especially when there are cute boys involved
A/N: I've had this written for forever, but in honor of scoring tickets for the Chicago show in July (VIP nonetheless 👀), I've decided to post it. Anyone else gonna be there???
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"We should so go on the ferris wheel! That would be so fun," your friend grasps your arm tightly at the sight of the huge spinning wheel of doom in front of you.
"I don't know, it looks kinda old. Are you sure you want to go on that?" you reply, an uneasiness present in your voice.
"Oh please, don't be a wuss. Look at all those little kids in line to get on."
"And every single one of them is braver than I'll ever be. Now, let's go get a corndog then get out of here. It's too hot to be standing out here all day," you turn to walk towards the food tent, but your friend has other ideas.
"Oh no you don't. I'm getting you on that ferris wheel, even if it's the last thing I do." She tugs you in the opposite direction, full steam ahead right towards the line.
"Why are you so adamant about this anyway? I didn't know you were so passionate about ferris wheels," you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.
"I'm not," she says, pulling her phone out of her back pocket to scroll on Instagram.
"Okayyy," you drag out, not satisfied with her short answer, "Then why are we here?"
"Because, you are the most boring person I know-"
"Okay, ouch?"
"Give me a break, I haven't said anything you don't already know," she says pointedly, raising her brow. "Anyway, if this is the first step to getting you out of your comfort zone, then so be it."
"Is this a mission of yours now? To try and get me out of my shell? For your information, I'm very cozy in my shell and would prefer to stay in it," you sass back, pushing her phone down so she'll look at you.
"Stop acting like this is such a big deal. It's literally not," she rolls her eyes this time, seemingly annoyed with your reluctance.
Your friend has always been an extrovert, a social butterfly if you will. You've known each other your whole life, and it's always been the same way. She'd make friends for the both of you. If there was one of you, there was both of you. Sure, it got annoying being constantly overlooked, by girls and guys alike, but it was your own fault. If only you could be more outgoing.
"Fine, you don't have to get an attitude about it, though." You pull out your phone, busying yourself by scrolling through countless threads on Twitter.
You guys stand in line for about 20 minutes before it's finally your turn to get on the ride. You step on the rickety metal landing first as the ride director brings the next cart around.
He opens the door for you and you step in, expecting your friend to be right behind you. However, you see that your friend is off to the side, outside the gate.
"Single rider?" the man asks you, a bit of amusement in his voice.
"No, my friend is right-"
He cuts you off abruptly, "I don't really care," you scoff at him, folding your arms over your chest. You stand to get out of the cart, as the only reason you were going to ride in the first place was because of your friend, but now you see her walking away towards the bathrooms.
Before you can get a foot outside the cart, a tall man steps in front of you and into your cart. The ride director slams the door shut and the ride begins to move while you're still standing. You gasp as you lose your footing, falling into the man next to you.
"I'm so sorry," you say, adjusting yourself in the seat next to him as opposed to on his lap like you were seconds before. "That guy was so rude." You look up at the man next to you, and your blown away by how ridiculously handsome he is. With dark brown eyes and fluffy brown hair, he looks like he'd come right out of a movie.
"That's alright," he chuckles, giving you a soft smile. "I'm Yunho, it's nice to meet you."
"Y/n," you reply with a little nod. Your gaze travels down to the ground below you, and you immediately tense seeing how high up you are already.
"Were you trying to get off before?" he asks. You feel his gaze on the side of your face, and you peel your stare from the grass and turn to face him.
"Yea, my friend was supposed to get on with me, but she got out of line right before we came on."
"Well that's not very nice," he frowns.
"She's...she's a character for sure. I've learned to live with it. I don't always understand the things she does, but we've been friends for forever. I'd hate to give that up over such petty stuff," you explain.
"It might not be petty if it makes you so scared," his eyes never leave yours as he speaks, his gaze soft.
"I'm not that scared, it's really ok," you comment, brushing off his concern.
"Your white knuckles around the safety bar say otherwise." He reaches over and gently lays his hand over yours.
You blush at that, the way his hand feels over both of yours, the way his warm, calloused fingers brush the back of your hand.
"Ok," you admit, "I might be a little scared." You let out a nervous laugh.
"Do you want to hold my hand? It's ok if you squeeze it tight, I'm pretty tough" he says the last part jokingly, but it becomes apparent to you that his initial question was serious as he lifts his hand off of yours, offering his open palm to you.
You feel yourself blush a deeper shade at that, but give him a shy nod in response. You untangle your fingers from the bar and intertwine them with his. His hand engulfs yours, the size difference apparent.
"Thanks," you're able to get out. You can't help the shy smile that encapsulates your lips.
"No problem," he replies before the silence envelopes the both of you again. It's surprisingly comfortable as you feel the light breeze blow through your hair. It's a beautiful summer evening, the sun shining brightly as it starts to set in the sky. Clouds litter the horizon, and you can feel the dew in the air as it begins to settle.
"You know," Yunho starts, breaking the quiet that surrounded you, "I only got in line behind you guys with hopes I could talk to you."
Your bashful smile returns to your face, and your tempted to bring your free hand up to your cheek to cover up. "Well, it looks like it worked, huh?" You turn to face him, meeting his eyes that have been subtly trained on your face for the majority of the ride.
"Yea, it did, and I even got to hold your hand," he smiles back at you, his dimples popping from his cheeks.
Your speechless at that, not having a response. Maybe your friend was right, you do need to get of your comfort zone more often.
"I was actually wondering if I could maybe get your number?" he asks, tilting his head like a cute puppy would.
"Sure," you answer all too quickly, shrinking in on yourself at the readiness of your reply.
"Here," he hands you his phone, a new contact page already brought up.
You put your number in, along with your name before handing it back to him.
Before you know it, your cart is next to get off. The man from before opens the door for you guys, paired with a gruff, "Get out." Your hesitant to release Yunho's hand from your grasp, but when he stands from his seat, you know it's time.
You both let go and walk outside of the gates.
"Well, Y/n, I'm kinda glad your friend left you to go on the ferris wheel alone," he says.
"Straight to the point, I like it," you laugh.
He gives you the cutest smile before saying, "I'll text you." He turns and walks off, and you're immediately met with the desire to see him again, and soon. Your heart flutters as his head turns around to look at you once more, a smirk adorning his face.
"Sorry, I really had to use the bathroom," your friend startles you as she appears seemingly out of nowhere beside you. "Now, who was that?"
"Just some guy who sat next to me, no biggie," you brush her off as you both start heading towards the food tent together, intent on getting yourself a corndog before the fair is over.
An hour and a full stomach later, you feel the breeze is cooler than it was earlier, and you realize that you miss the warmth of his hand already.
