Synopsis: Despite his extreme fear of heights, Jisung proposes going to an amusement park to help you feel relaxed and happy.
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: JisungxReader
Word count: 1490
A/N: Ah yes hello I have come out of writing hiatus to write this little drabble for my friend Karen on Tumblr (@ 00hj). This isn't one of my best works and I feel extremely rusty after not having written for so long, but... yes here goes. In all honesty, I have a large amount of half-written drafts and I'm not sure what to do with them. Do I publish them as is just to get the ideas out and clean out everything? Or do I BS the rest of the story and publish it as a full story? I'm not sure :/ But hopefully... something comes out of it. Anyways, thank you all for being so patient with me. I truly appreciate it, and I hope you enjoy this quick little drabble. <3
"Gosh darn it," you groaned setting your laptop to the side as you stretch your legs out. This was the sixth time that you hit a roadblock on your essay that was due in approximately 2 hours, and you've only written about two paragraphs. The urge to say "to hell with it" and turning in a half-assed essay began to overcome you as the deadline became smaller. Procrastinating on such a large essay was not one of your smartest decisions.
"I hate writing these useless essays," you grumbled sending sharp glares at your barely written essay. The stupid thing caused you too much stress. You didn't need this in your life. You were a digital communications major, not an English major. So WHY on EARTH did your lame coding professor assign you to write a 7-page essay about the history of computers?
"You say something?" Jisung asked not even taking his eyes off of the music sheets in front of him.
"I SAID I HATED THIS ESSAY," you raised your voice louder than necessary. The mouse of your computer was hovering over the submit button. Just what would happen if you said to hell with it and pressed it with what you had written... You'd be free from the confines of the deadline but filled with regret... Submitting the essay didn't seem like such a bad thought.
"Yeah well I hate getting writer's block on music too but we all can't get what we want!" Jisung threw his hands up into the hair and pushed his chair on wheels away from the table, rolling away from his work. Jisung lolled his head to look your way and examined the stressed loo you had on your face.
"You know what we should do? We should go to an amusement park! We're both clearly tired and overworked. I think that we both deserve some Fun Time!"
Jisung's proposition took you by surprise, causing you to accidentally click the submit button on the essay that you had only written 2 paragraphs for.
"J-Jisung! You idiot I just-" you couldn't even finish your sentence because of the amount of shock you were in.
"What? What did I do?" Jisung frowned. He thought that his idea was pretty good. Both of you had been stuck in his studio for the entirety of the weekend, and frankly, he was tired of seeing the same four walls.
"My essay it was... it wasn't finished and-" you looked up at Jisung with watery eyes, unable to form proper words.
"Well, you can finish your essay when we get back! Come on y/n, let's get going!" Jisung was out the door before you could even reply. You stared at your laptop in dismay. You let out a heartbroken noise knowing that your grade was about to take a toll, but in the end, you got up to follow Jisung out the door. Might as well make the rest of the weekend before you went back to school on Monday to get an earful from your professor.
---
Both of you had been at your local amusement park for the past 2 hours, but you had yet to go on any of the rides.
"The ride looks too dangerous, it doesn't have any seatbelts!""I don't want to get wet.""That one always leaves me feeling nauseous.""Have you been on that ride? The feeling of your stomach dropping is the most disgusting feeling in the world."
Any ride that you asked to go on was shot down by some lame excuse on Jisung's part. The more excuses you heard, the more you wanted to ditch Jisung and go by yourself onto all the rides at the amusement park. Jisung was the one to suggest going to the gosh darn park, yet he wouldn't even go on any of the rides!
"Jisung, I want to go on this ride and I will not take 'no' for an answer." You stopped Jisung in front of the Viking ride and stood your ground.
"This? This ride?" Jisung questioned nervously, eyeing the ride that swung back and forth at a dangerous speed.
"Yes, this ride."
".. Are you sure?"
"I have never been surer in my life. I want. This one." With every sentence, you stepped closer and closer towards the line for the ride. If Jisung said no the ride, you would surely leave him at the exit and go on it yourself.
Fortunately for you, Jisung said, ".. okay.." Yelping in delight you grabbed Jisung's hand and ran through the line before he could back out of his decision. Jisung would soon feel regret as he let you drag him around the amusement park for the rest of the day.
---It was nearing the end of the day and you had yet to go on the ride that you were most excited for. The glorious, all mighty, fantastical ferris wheel. The entire day had been spent with Jisung, and you wanted to end the day with your favorite ride ever.
When the two of you had finally sat down inside the ferris wheel cart, you immediately started knocking on the window in excitement trying to peer outside to get a glimpse from everything down below.
"Aww look at all the lights!" You exclaimed pointing out the window on Jisung's side.
"Oh yeah, the lights look really pretty," Jisung replied stiffly unable to look outside.
"How can you say that? You didn't even look out," You frowned.
"I don't have to look outside to know that it looks pretty," Jisung pressed his mouth closed, afraid to even take a peek at the height that you both were at.
You looked at Jisung with a confused expression, but once you saw how he was tightly holding onto the inside railing to the point that his knuckles were turning white, you began to realize why he was acting like this.
"Are you... afraid of heights?" You asked cracking a small smile.
"No," Jisung sharply said. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, you're sort of holding onto the seat for dear life."
"I just really like this seating."
"You won't even look outside."
"I don't have to look outside when I can just look at you," Jisung winked at you slyly.
"That was so cheesy, I want to punch you for that," You said holding up a fist looking like you were about to actually hit him.
"Ah, no you can't do that to your only friend!" Jisung flinched away holding his arms up to protect himself.
"You're not my only friend!" You protested actually landing a slap onto Jisung's shoulder this time.
"Yeah? Who else do you have then? Your sister doesn't count!"
"I have Bang Chan! He'll always be my friend," you pouted.
"Chan is technically anyone's friend. A stranger could go up to him and claim him as their closest friend, and Chan wouldn't say a thing," Jisung refuted trying to make your claim invalid.
"A friend is a friend nonetheless, and right now you're not my friend," you glared at Jisung feeling offended at his comments. The nerve that the kid had.
"I'm sorry, y/n. It's just the truth though," Jisung said placing a hand gingerly on your shoulder. To which you shrugged it off and faced away from him, giving him the cold shoulder and the silent treatment.
"Are you really that mad at me?"
Silence.
"Y/n," Jisung whined poking your shoulder. "I didn't mean it!"
A passive-aggressive glance was thrown over your shoulder.
"I know that you have a lot of friends! You have me too!"
Your stare remained outside the window and on the fairy lights that had been hung up.
"...I'm sorry?" Jisung said in a confused tone.
You pressed your lips together and cocked an eyebrow, still refusing to look at Jisung. But you knew that he had seen your expression. He knew what kind of words you wanted to hear.
"... I'll buy you ramen," Jisung mumbled staring at the ground and sliding his foot across the floor in front of him.
You immediately perked up at his offer, "Ramen and....?"
Jisung sighed in defeat knowing that his bank account was about to take a hit.
"Ramen and dumplings. With pastries afterward."
"You could have just stopped at ramen and dumplings, but since you offered pastries too, then alrighty! I forgive you!" You cheerfully said.
"Wait what I don't have to buy you pastries afterward-"
"Now you do, come on let's go get food!" You grabbed Jisung's hand and tugged him away from the window and out the ferris wheel cart that had reached the ground.
"I should have just stopped myself at the dumplings," Jisung fussed letting you drag him around for the umpteenth time that day. In the end, Jisung was still satisfied with the opportunity to make you happy one last time before the day ended. Seeing you stuff a forkful of cake into your mouth made him feel better. Perhaps he was fine with going broke, as long as he was able to make you happy. But he also hoped that you would be the one to pay for his food the next time that you both went out to eat.
