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marklilies · 3 years

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% moonlight in abandonment

pairings: flatmate!kun x gn!reader || wc: 1.5k || warnings: mentions of alcohol, light swearing

the beat thumps right along to the rush of adrenaline in your veins. disco lights, loud music, masses of bodies pressed against each other in a sweaty pit of dancing. you chug your fourth margarita as your friends egg you on. you feel the warm fuzz in your stomach, the blood in your cheeks, and you beam as you hold up your empty glass. your friends erupt in cheers and everybody is completely drunk.

“I MISS MY EX!” your best friend sienna screams in her drunken state. the whole club laughs as she climbs on top of the bar and starts dancing in heels.

you can’t think straight at all. your head is pounding and your heart is about to explode. you need to do something, but you have no idea what.

“need to call… call someone,” you whisper to yourself and fumble around in your purse for your phone. you press speed-dial.

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“[crackles] … hello? y/n, is that you?” your face splits into a grin when you hear his voice.

“heyyy, kunn. hahaha, i’m so drunk right now,” you giggle at how slurred your words are.

“y/n, do you know what time it is? it’s three in the morning. why are you out partying so late? i get that finals are over and all but shouldn’t you be sleeping?” flatmate!kun’s voice is deep and rough, likely because of his sudden awakening. you find it incredibly sexy.

all of a sudden, you know what you want to do. “so what if it’s three in the morning? live a little,” you tease.

there is no sound from the other end of the line for a while. then kun’s tired voice says, “do you need me to pick you up?”

“hehe, always the gentleman,” you hiccup. “yes please. i want you to take me somewhere.”

“...where?”

“you’ll find out soon enough. i’ll send you my location and you can come pick me out club front in,” you say. then you replay what you said in your head and giggle, “wait, no, you can come up pick me from in front of the club.” satisfied that you make sense (to yourself, at least), you nod and hang up.

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kun pulls up in his soccer-mom car. he bought it because he said it was safe and practical, but you always laughed at him anyway.

you hop inside the front seat, next to kun. excited, you say, “off we go!”

you watch kun as he drives. his bedhead and baggy pyjama shirt are evidence of his disrupted sleep, and you can’t help but think how lucky you are that kun is willing to sacrifice sleep to come pick you up in the middle of the night.

when you stop at a red light, kun turns to you and asks, “so, where are we going?”

you grin at him. “take the second right after this traffic light. i’ll give you the directions, and you just follow them, okay?”

kun is reluctant to agree, but he knows he has no choice but to listen to you. you’re definitely not the most submissive person around. if he hadn’t agreed, you would have just taken the wheel for yourself.

after about half an hour of silent driving, kun stops in front of a sign that has “petewin park” printed in bold red letters on it. he stares at it for a while.

“y/n, why are we at the abandoned theme park?”

you open the car door and are hit by a wave of cool air. the night is a quiet one, the air crisp. “well, obviously, we’re here to explore.”

“this probably isn’t legal, y/n,” kun gets out after her, worry written all over his face.

“oh, relax, kun. there isn’t anyone for miles around, and i would never let us get caught.”

“but there could be coyotes, or- or meth addicts.”

you raise her eyebrows at him, and he folds.

“c’mon, it’ll be fun, i promise. and besides, if anything happens, i’ve got you to protect me, right?” at your words, kun gives a deep sigh, runs a hand through his hair, and jogs to catch up with you, all the while mumbling about what an idiot he thinks you are.

you still hiccup and giggle at random things occasionally, so kun knows you are still drunk. as you walked through the tranquil silence of the theme park, you press your body against kun’s for warmth. you are wearing party clothes; not exactly something that will keep you warm.

kun sees you shivering, and sighs again. “you are going to be the death of me.” he takes his jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders, before shoving his own hands deep into his pockets to protect them from the biting wind.

you smile at him, feeling the residual warmth of his body on the jacket. of course, you know you’ll be fine without it, but you’re grateful nonetheless. kun’s arms are bared by his short-sleeved top, and soon he’s shivering too, so you take the jacket off, crowd up against him and sling the jacket over both of your shoulders. kun gives you a small smile.

soon they arrive at your intended destination - the ferris wheel. now, this ferris wheel is just like any other, but in your eyes, this is the best ferris wheel in the world, with its quaint wooden cabins and its white-painted spokes. that’s because this was the first ferris wheel you have ever ridden, back when your family was still whole. the number of happy, untainted memories of pure joy that are associated with this particular ferris wheel are uncountable. you cried for a day when this park closed down.

the two of you look up at the ferris wheel. it is at least 50 metres (164 feet) in height, a towering jumble of metal and wood. you find the ladder you know is behind the control room, kun in tow.

here, you take kun by the shoulders and say with dead seriousness, “i’m going to climb this ladder up. don’t come if you don’t want to. if i fall, don’t try to catch me, alright?”

kun looks at you like you’ve gone completely bonkers. “you’re going to climb this thing?! no! it’s too dangerous!”

“i’ve done it before, kun. you don’t have to follow me.”

kun is adamant that you stay with your two feet firmly planted on the ground, but you insist, and your stubborn nature allows you to win in the end.

you step onto the lowest rung, placing your hands firmly on the higher rungs, and pull yourself up. you make sure your grip is strong - one mistake and you could fall to your death.

kun hovers like a mother hen, clucking nervously when you almost slip. as he watches you climb higher and higher, he finds himself wanting to go after you, to make sure you’re okay, to catch you if you fall.

“i hate you, y/n,” he bites out as he pulls himself up on the ladder after you.

“real flatterer, aren’t you,” you reply off-hand, still focused on trying not to fall.

slowly, slowly, both of you make your way to the top, kun still muttering discontented words. as you reach the small platform that lies in wait at the end of the ladder, you nimbly manoeuvre your way onto the landing, while kun has to haul himself up with a loud heave.

“this better be worth it, l/n,” kun grunts, his voice wavering slightly.

“oh, calm down, wimp. it’s only ten stories high.”

“...i don’t think you’re making the point you think you are.”

you sit side by side atop the metal platform, and your breath is momentarily taken from you.

the view below is gorgeous.

carnival rides dot the ground, all sporting a myriad of colours, a silvery hue bestowed upon them by the magnanimous moon. small, deserted stands are situated in between these rides, and you can imagine them during the day, occupied and selling all sorts of strange foods. in the distance, glowing city lights shine among the towering edifices, looking like a gathering of little pixies on the horizon.

kun inhales sharply next to you.

“it’s beautiful,” he whispers in awe.

“it really is,” you reply, still enjoying the view and the way the wind whips through your hair.

minutes fly by in silence as the pair of you stare at the scenery before you.

“my parents used to bring me here all the time, when i was younger,” you chuckle, “when they were still a single parental unit.”

kun looks at you and sees that you are reminiscing about the times you had here, a kind of sad twinkle in your eyes. he puts an arm around you; you lean in and rest your head on his shoulder.

“i hope someday i can bring you somewhere like this, too,” kun says, his voice light and airy.

you give him a look. he returns the gaze, and you see his sincerity. you smile.

“thank you.” a moment’s silence falls. “i hope you’re the next to take me somewhere like this too.”

the moon shines ever-so-brightly overhead as you two sit together, your silhouettes melding together into one.

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