Astonishingly, the park wasn't isolated. It was teeming with people but none of them were pouncing upon him or we weren't blinded by flashlights.

I was so confused. Is this a mirror world?

"What are you gaping at?" He asked, pulling me out of the daze.

"Nothing.... You lost your fan following or what?" He laughed at that and pulled me closer by the side, leaning to me ear. "Maybe they all got insecure by your beauty?" He whispered.

I pushed him back, "Just stop flirting, Yoongi."

"Call me baby," he insisted with a dorky smile and I couldn't believe him. He was just acting different than what he usually is. Is he drunk?

"Get lost," I grunted and bit my bottom lip.

"Don't bite your own lips. You're so selfish, lemme do it for you."

My teeth instantly left my poor lip. I walked ahead of him, brushing my shoulder with him while he was grinning like an idiot.

"Wait baby, let's go together," he ran up taking my hand in his. I glared at him but ended up smiling, reflecting his expressions.

"So, where should we start with?" He asked and I looked around and pointed at one particular spot.

"NO! We aren't starting with the food court, you had your fair share of breakfast."

"Wow, come on..."

"No, we're going there," he pulled me to the other side while my eyes were set upon those alluring plates of freshly made noodles.

•••

After like many rides. And many pick up lines he tried. P.s. he succeeded in all. We were finally in the most dangerous ride of all... The roller coaster. We were literally sitting vertically, travelling up with a slow speed.

"I hate you Yoongi. I wanna go back," I passed, my head up in the clouds, I couldn't dare to glance down.

"I think you're so scared because you're lacking vitamin me," he started off again. My gaze averted to his own hands gripping the steel rod tightly and that made me laugh.

"Are you sure that I am having a deficiency? Look at your hands, kitty," I laughed.

He was about to retaliate when someone from behind me spoke, "Well how does it feel being with someone you don't deserve?"

I didn't turn around and just managed to keep on my smile but Yoongi turned back. "It's pretty great, actually," he said making me confounded. "I didn't know if I could make it."

"O- oppa... I was not talking about you, I'm sorry," they said.

"No it's a genuine question. She was way too good for me." He smiled as he looked at me and I was so touched. My heart melted into a puddle. His hand reached my cheek and it turned my face to the front.

As my eyes encountered the edge of the high up trail, my heartbeat dropped. "AAAAA...." I yelled out loud as the coaster went down with a enormous speed.

•••

We sat at the table, I was eating my noodles while he was sulking. Why? Not because that he forgot his wallet and I am paying. Because he thinks this is a thing I should be doing. Since I am the careless one here, duh.

"Stop sulking and eat," I said. He sighed, "Am I somehow getting your germs? Well, you're a doctor. Is it possible? Maybe-"

"Shut your ass the fuck up. Eat till I am paying or else you will just be watching me," I grunted but he just hefted another sigh.

Well, that reluctance only lasted for a few minutes because another minute, he had two dumplings stuffed in either of his cheeks when he was trying to say something.

"Eat before you speak," I gave him a disgusted glance and he chewed fast like a baby and gulped them down. "This is so tasty," he spoke. I gave out a laugh.

We sat peacefully on the edge of the fountain, watching the sky getting to the darker shade. I was wearing a Minnie mouse headband and somehow persuaded him to wear the Mickey Mouse one. The amusement park was slowly lighting up with flourescent lights blinding our vision.

"Hey Yoongi..."

"Hm?" He asked, his head dropping on my shoulder but his eyes were fixed at the crescent moon hanging in the sky. "Let's go on that," I pointed out at the Ferris wheel.

"No, stay like this," he spoke.

"I paid for your food, give me that back!"

His head snapped up, "I paid for the dress you're wearing today. Gimme that back if you want your food."

"Oh damn!" I knew I shouldn't have heeded to mom. He giggled, "We can go up there but it's so damn slow, like literally twenty minutes in the air. I am out."

"Come on. It's the only thing left to do. We can just end the day with it," I whined.

"What will I get?"

"My food-"

"My dress!" He countered and I sighed. "I'll kiss you if you accompany me." And God forbid, anyone can notice the sudden jolt of energy that swept through his veins. His eyes lightening up like a thousand butterflies as he stood up, taking my hand.

"What are you waiting for? The line's not that long," he pulled me along and I had to laugh for that enthusiasm though it was purposeful.

We entered the little bubble that provided us a view of the outside bright world. "Wow, this is so beautiful," I blubbered. I looked at him and he was just blankly staring at me.

"W-why are you looking at me like that..."

"What? You're seeing your world, I am seeing mine."

He was doing it again and again. And I hate that he succeeds everytime in expressing his love, making me feel so special. While I am dumb to this world, I don't know how to make him feel the love that flows in my veins.

I can kiss him or even make love with him but I doubt if that physical touch would ever be equivalent to this sensuality.

"Sheesh Sora, snap out!" He shook me a little and went on to sit. There was no one in the bubble other than us, yes we did bribe the cashier for that.

"I can't understand how did you manage?"

"Maybe I studied at Hogwarts and used obliviate?" He laughed and I pouted. He was looking so cute, sitting there in front of the glass from where the whole Seoul was beneath us.

"Just stay there," I urged and pulled out my mobile to click his picture. My phone was teeming with notifications that I just ignored as usual and snapped the moment.

Another notification popped up.

BTS's Suga asks for fans help for his date.

I furrowed my brows and opened the link that led to his weverse post.

Hey everyone. I hope you are doing good. As I think everyone knows about my relationship, I would like to request your assistance for my date. I am grieved to inform that some people became nasty as hell on the revelation of our relationship, her OTT platforms are all filled with death threats and I can't believe that. She's the one perfect human I have ever met, always looking forward to help others. Sora is the love of my life and I loved her even before we knew that we were soulmates. I expect people to respect our privacy regarding that.

I planned to take her out but I don't want her to be even more scared of my life as an idol and hence I ask for your help. I am putting out the location, we will be at xxxxxxx amusement park on Sunday. I trust you all, I hope I deserve your respect.

"Yoongi this..." I blurted.

"What?"

"You told everyone about this..." I sat beside him, my lips parted in bewilderment. This was so dangerous. So damned dangerous. What if someone just attacks him?!

"You asked me to trust people. I did. If I would have hidden it, they would have known eventually. So, I decided to put it out. Went quite smooth, didn't it?" He smiled proudly and I felt the warmth fade from my face.

"Are you sick? This was so damn dangerous, Min Yoongi!"

"Um... I had bodyguards disguised as commoners all around us so that we don't stand out and are safe too. You are dating a genius," he passed and I was dumbfounded for a fucking minute.

"Our fans are really trustable. The ones you met, weren't fans, they were... Not even humans!"

"You're right," I blubbered.

"What about my kiss? I planned so much, don't I deserve it?" I blankly stared at him. That was a good plan indeed. I pressed my lips onto his. He deserves it.

This was deliberate and unhurried, as if I was speaking to him silently, saying with the brush of my lips on his what I could not say in words. He traced slow, glancing butterfly kisses across my mouth, each as measured as the beat of a heart. I could no longer keep her hands at my sides. I reached to cup the back of his neck, to tangle my fingers in the dark silky waves of his hair, to feel his pulse hammering against my palms.

His grip on me was firm as he explored my mouth thoroughly with his. The movement of his tongue as he flicked it lightly across my lips sent delicious shudders through my whole body; my bones melted and my nerves seared.

He was being so gentle with me, so unbelievably gentle, though I could feel how much he wanted me in the trembling of his hands, the hammering of his heart against mine. Surely someone who did not care even a little could not behave with such gentleness.

"Yoongi," I whispered against his mouth. I wanted him closer so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread out from my stomach to speed my heart and knot my hands in his hair and set my skin to fire.

"Sora," he groaned against my mouth. His palm flattened against my neck, feeling the skin, as his self-control slipped and his gentleness began to blossom into a more demanding urgency. Our kisses grew deeper and deeper still, as if we could breathe each other, consume each other, devour each other whole.

His kisses travelled down my jawline to my neck and I tilted it to give him the access, a moan escaping my mouth. His hand swiftly moved my dress off one of my shoulders and kissed it again, nipping on the skin, blinded by a desire that was flooding in my veins.

My lips contacted his neck and he let out a preemptive sigh for that. He tasted sweet, more addictive than the most expensive wine. His teeth grasped my bra strap, shifting it to the side and something about that was so sexy that my brain was fogged by anticipations.

My legs moved a little and the phone on my lap fell down with a thud, and we became conscious once again. Till now, we were in a dream, nothing of this world affected us. He moved a bit away and I pulled back my dress without meeting his gaze.

He cleared his throat in embarrassment while I picked up the damned phone. We feigned any eye contact further for the ride. This was not was I was expecting, this was everything. His movements against my body as if latched to my brain. I can still feel his lips over mine. His fond kisses over my shoulders.

I gulped, looking away, biting my lips while he was fiddling with his fingers.

•••

(A/N: The story is about to end guys.)