"Hobi, it's too cold for this," Jimin complained as we entered Mee World, an amazing amusement park in Busan. I tucked my wallet back in my pocket and grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers. We treaded on the pavement, observing the many different colourful rides. One of them especially caught my eye.

"Yeah, it is, but it's not as crowded at this time of year... Plus," I pointed at a ride where fake horses on a pole were rotated in a controlled circle, "I really want to ride that."

"A fucking carousal? That's lame. How about a roller-coaster?" I gulped, looking at the Diving Coaster ride where people were screaming as they repeatedly plummeted to their near-death. "Hey, I'll be with you," he comforted after seeing my face. He squeezed my hand, but I still didn't feel reassured. Alas, I gave in to his cute face and he dragged us towards our death.

"Jimin, I'm doubting your love for me," I stated boldly as we were strapped into the ride. "I'm going to die, and it'll be your fault! You murderer!" I looked over at him with a serious expression. He bit his lip as he looked down at his feet. His behaviour is strange these days, and I can't help but worry about him sometimes. Once he noticed me staring, he perked up and smiled at me.

"Nah, I love you. You're just a wuss," he giggled, but it didn't sound like his usual giggle. I couldn't focus on him, though. I was too nervous. This is the end of me. Who would've guessed that I would spend the last moments of my life on a fucking rollercoaster?

At that moment, a loud ding sounded and the ride jolted forward. The thing slowly went up up up to the peak of the steep slope while I quickly recited my goodbye's to my loved ones. I knew what was coming and I didn't want to see it, so I squeezed my eyes shut. Suddenly, the roller-coaster dove down and took us through a series of steep drops; a loopless Hell. I screamed bloody murder and I didn't stop screaming even when my throat burned.

Jimin's screams were different. His were screams of pure joy. I just had to see his face since he sounded so cute. I wearily opened one eye and peeked over at him, ignoring the flopping of my stomach, and focusing on his overjoyed face. The wind blew through his coal black hair while he smiled and yelled at the top of his lungs with his hands up in the air. I honestly couldn't have asked for a more beautiful sight. When the ride finally came to a stop, I stopped screaming and slowly opened my other eye. Jimin showed me his beautiful eye-smile and I couldn't help but smile back, no matter how shook up I felt.

After that horrible ride, I was dragged to the Shot and Drop. "Please don't make me do this one," I begged, watching the other people on the ride being shot upwards at incredible speed. He quickly kissed my cheek and told me he loves me before pulling me to the short line. I groaned, pulling out my wallet and paying for our death. Might as well pay for the fucking funeral, too!

We had to take our shoes off and get strapped into a tight harness. The harness kept me so secure, that I felt like it was a sign. A sign of death. It's like the thick straps across my chest, abdomen and legs were screaming, "You're going to die today!" Why on Earth did I take him here? Jimin squealed in excitement right before the ride shot us skyward. I screamed at the top of my lungs, scared for my life. It was so fast, that the air in my lungs left and my stomach decided to not come up with me. I swear I'm going to throw up.

The ride abruptly stopped and slowly brought us back to Earth. Everyone else chattered happily while I focused on the grass below us. Oh, lovely Earth, how much I love your ground. We slid out of the hard plastic seats and I fell flat on my face. Jimin rushed to my side and asked if I was okay. "I hate you right now," I grumbled. I half-meant it.

"No you don't," he smiled as he retrieved our shoes. He pulled me off the ground. "I have to pee. Come with me. I don't like public bathrooms," he said. You weren't afraid of public bathrooms the other day when you almost pissed yourself in the grocery store.

We entered the large, slightly stinky bathroom. Even though the tiles and walls were supposed to be white, they looked tan because of how dirty they were. Jimin headed towards one of the metal bathroom stalls. "Jimin, I thought you said you have to pee," I pointed out, gesturing at the urinal. He sighed and walked over to me, grabbed my wrist, and then pulled me into one of the small, bacteria covered stalls. "What are we—"

Jimin quickly locked the door and pulled me down into a deep kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck. It was totally unexpected, but it was a delightful surprise. I wrapped my arms around his small waist and kissed him back, pulling him closer. Our lips moved together in perfect sync. The moment his lips parted, my tongue slipped in his mouth and danced with his own.

I felt high; his lips, a drug, and I, an addict. His kisses are like heroine. I can't quit, I can never get enough, and he leaves me craving more. I whined when he pulled away from me. "You have no idea how much I wanted to do that. I had to restrain myself out there. I wanted you so bad," he whispered seductively with a smirk. "Alright, let's go." He reached for the lock behind me, but I stopped him by turning us around and pinned him to the grimy stall door.

I slowly leaned in while we looked into each other's eyes, and stopped when my lips were hardly touching his, teasing him. A few seconds later, he pressed his lips against mine. I knew he wouldn't last long. Our kiss became heated, our tongues tangoing aggressively. Our pants loudly echoed throughout the bathroom because of how heavy we were breathing.

My hands made their way up under Jimin's three layers of clothing, enjoying the way his chiselled abs felt under their fingertips. His breath hitched at my cold touch, and he bit my bottom lip. I hastily unfastened the buttons on his jeans and slid my hand down the front of his boxer. "Ah, Hobi," he whimpered.

Someone else entered the bathroom. We froze. Even though he couldn't see us, I felt slightly embarrassed. Still, I gently palmed Jimin's erection. He frowned at me, although pleasure was clearly visible on his face. The other man peed and left without washing his hands.

"Nasty," I mumbled.

"You're nasty," Jimin simpered as he leaned up to kiss my neck. I bit my lip and put his dick through the slit in his boxers, exposing it. Then, I wrapped my hand around his length and moved my hand up and down. He moaned softly as he left wet kisses on my neck. One hand tangled itself in my hair while the other one rubbed my crotch.

My fast paced panting and his long, loud moans mingled. Shaky whimpers slipped through my lips of as the familiar knot formed in the pit of my stomach. Soon after, I came in in my pants. Jimin got louder, and I knew he was close, but the cold air wasn't helping in the slightest. I squatted and engulfed his member, sucking and bobbing my head quickly. I moaned and deep throated him, praying that I wouldn't throw up as I gagged repetitively. He tugged my hair harshly as he let out a high pitched moan, his cum filling my mouth. I swallowed and tucked his member back into his underwear.

No words were exchanged, only satisfied smiles, as we exited the bathroom hand-in-hand.

"Can we do the Power Surge," Jimin asked as if he were a child asking for ice cream. I took a look at the Power Surge, seeing people spinning around at many different angles. Once I saw them go upside down, I firmly told him no. Although, he whined and complained for a while, he still kept a pretty big smile on his face. He let me slide with not going on that ridiculous ride, but that didn't stop him from taking me to all sorts of other horrifying ones.

"I really want to ride the carousel," I said, feeling completely drained of energy. Jimin smiled before lead me in that direction.

Excitement spread from head to toe as we boarded the ride and chose our animals. I hopped onto a blue horse while Jimin straddled the saddle on the light bay horse beside me. "You know, this stud here kinda makes me think of you with his yellowish body and dark brown mane," Jimin said. "Plus, both of you have long faces!" I frowned and was about to throw a comeback at him, but then the ride started and music played, matching the speed on the spin.

I was a little nervy the first round, especially since the blue horse went up and down. For the second round, I moved to the black stallion on the other side of Jimin. This one was on the very edge of the carousel, so it didn't move up and down. I enjoyed the ride much more after I switched steeds. My wallet cried as we repeatedly rode the only safe ride in the park. Sadly, we had to stop once I started feeling sick again.

After that, we stopped and grabbed some yummy churros, eating them while we walked around. Jimin tugged on my jacket and pointed at the giant white ferris wheel in front of us. He looked at me with pleading eyes, cute cheeks chubbier than usual because they were stuffed with churro. I sighed. One more ride won't kill me, right?

We boarded an enclosed orange seat and I was already scared because I knew that this thing has goes up 100 metres (328 feet) above ground (I read the sign). The only plus to this was that I get to have fifteen minutes completely alone with a happy Jimin.

One more ride is going to kill me.

The thing slowly went up higher and higher. What if this thing breaks? I could die. Jimin could die. We're so high up. What if it stops working and we get stuck at the top?! We'll starve to death! We're too young to die.

Jimin's hands unexpectedly touched mine, making me flinch. "Calm down, Hobi hyung. We're okay. I'm right here," Jimin said soothingly, his thumbs rubbing the tops of my hands in a circular motion.

"It's moving," I exclaimed in a panicked whisper, eyes widening. Instinctively, I pressed my hands against the windows on either side of me to brace myself. Jimin rolled his eyes at my actions.

"You're ridiculous, just relax."

"I can't!"

"Then I'll distract you," he said quietly, leaning closer to me. The bucket tipped backward as he leaned forward.

"S-Stop it! Please! It's gonna break," I exclaimed. As much as I wanted to push him back into his seat, I was afraid that moving would make our bucket fall off the wheel. Jimin ignored my pleas and sat sideways in my lap, wrapping one arm around my neck. His other hand caressed my cheek.

"See? I told you we're okay," he giggled, pecking my lips softly. I smiled at him looking into his beautiful brown eyes. "Hyung, look!" He enthusiastically pointed at the view. "We're at the top! Isn't the ocean beautiful?" I followed the direction of his finger and saw the sun sinking in the blue-green ocean, a mango sky in the background.

"We should take a walk along Gwangalli beach when it's warmer," I suggested. Jimin agreed and we pinky-promised to make it a date. "Hey Jimin."

"Yeah?"

"I think you'd look really good with orange hair like that."

"I don't know about that," Jimin said. "I'll think about it." Jimin and I continued to watch the glistening waves while the wheel slowly turned, bringing us back to land. As much as I hated to admit it, I kinda liked the ferris wheel.

My boyfriend exclaimed, "Today was so much fun, hyung!" The boy skipped ahead of me and spun around in circles with his arms spread out. I giggled at his silly actions and nodded in agreement.

"I had fun, too, Jimini, even though I almost died." Most of the day, I feared for my life, but I couldn't deny the exhilarating feeling it brought me. Plus, Jimin laughed a lot, and his laugh is a heavenly sound. Bad days simply won't exist as long as he's smiling by my side.

Jimin sang the entire walk back to the love motel, and I loved it. He rarely sang, so I felt truly blessed. I thought my knees were going to give in as he hit a high note in the song. His singing stopped once we reached our destination, which saddened me a little.

We stepped into our motel room and began packing our things. He helped me make the bed, and then we made our way to the door. Strong arms engulfed me in a suffocating hug before I was able to grab the doorknob. I felt caged because my arms were trapped. My claustrophobia is going to kick in any second now... He noticed my tenseness. "Oh, sorry," Jimin apologised and re-embraced me; this time making sure to go under my arms, his body pressed against my back.

We stood like that for at least ten minutes. "Jimin," I said softly, dropping my school bag and placing my hand over his, "we have to go." The boy didn't budge. I turned around in his arms and looked into the eyes of the love of my life. "Baby, we have to leave," I whispered, and he nodded in understanding. Just as I was about to face the door again, Jimin grabbed my cheeks, and jerked my face back to his. I forgot how to breath once I met his gentle gaze.

"Thank you, Hobi hyung, for this weekend," he breathed, his eyes brimming with tears. "Thank you for everything." A sad smile appeared on his face as he rested his forehead against mine. "And... I lo-ove you so much," his voice cracked. Tears rolled down his chubby cheeks. I didn't get a chance to reply, for his soft lips were attached to mine in seconds. It was gentle, so gentle, the way his lips moved with mine. My entire being was overcome with a light, bubbly feeling. It was as if time stood still for us. He pulled away first, sniffing and wiping his eyes on his sleeves.

"Alright," he said, sounding slightly stuffy, "let's go home."

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