Love You Too Much

Chapter 13

The underground is extremely busy when you board, but Joon manages to snag himself a seat. He tugs you down into his arms and cages you too him; tightly hugging your waist to keep you from sliding off when the train jerks. You blush noticing the eyes on you, public affection isn't common in places like this. Instead of focusing on the glares of other passengers you try to look around the cabin, unfortunately, you don't get very far before Namjoon stops you.

"You can't look around; you'll figure out where we are going too easily." His eyes lock with yours showing how serious he is about this being a surprise. You pout back at him, bringing your finger up to poke at his cheek.

"Then what am I supposed to do for the next hour you said we would be down here?" The question is answered with a small kiss, and then another, and another. He kisses all over your face as you turn redder and redder at the attention. You try to push him back a little, but the death grip he has on your waist won't let you.

"I know I could keep this up the entire time." He says in between each peck. Its makes you giggle as his voice vibrates against your skin. You keep wriggling until he stops. Sighing dramatically he adds "Unless you want to spend the time on your phone, that's good too I guess."

"That sounds like a much more appropriate plan," you confirm laughing. You kiss him once more before pulling out your phone for the rest of the journey. With each stop more people exit without being replaced, but even with ten empty seats around you Namjoon won't let you slip off his lap grumbling and burying his fae into your neck every time you try. Anyone else would be thankful for the reprieve, having someone sat on your lap for so long can not be comfortable. Eventually the train changes from underground to overground and you can see the city around you.

Clearly nowhere near the massive towers and bustling stores of the centre. However, there is a very suspicious looking building on the horizon. The tops of blue turrets can be seen hidden in the distance. You dare to glance around the train and find a lot of people wearing character clothing and excessively bright colours.

"Joon?" you tap at his arms to get him to lift his head away from where it rested on your shoulder.

"Hmm?" he answers, a little smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

"Are we going to Disneyland?" its hard to contain your excitement, as you start to bounce a little in his lap.

"I don't know... are we?" he raises an eyebrow at you, completely failing to keep the grin off his face as he watches you get more fidgety.

It feels like the rest of the journey takes a lifetime, even if it is just two more stops. Namjoon lets you up just as the door slide open. You take his hand and follow him through the station. Instead of the expansive white walls and large advertisements of the other stations this one is coated in rainbow Disney character silhouettes, all it doe is add to the knot of anticipation that's building in your stomach.

Along the walk-way different Disney princess theme songs play leading all the way from the station doors to the gate. Pathways are framed with cherry blossoms and ornate streetlamps. Even before you reach the park they try their best to make sure guests are fully emerged in the experience. A giant inflatable Donald Duck welcomes people from the nearby lake, many waiting to take their pictures with the beloved blow-up character.

You slow to take in your surroundings but Namjoon seems determined to carry on. He squeezes your hand to bring you back to him and starts moving a little quicker.

"Come on there is a ride I really want to take you on, but the line can be pretty long so the sooner we get through that one the better." He smiles back at you but your stomach drops. You hadn't thought about the rides. Yes it's a theme park... but it's more of an experience situation. Big rides are terrifying. As you waited to be admitted into the park you tried to come up with a way to break it to Namjoon gently that fast rides weren't for you. He just looked so excited, and maybe its time to try something new.

Luckily being a weekday the line for entry was reasonably short. Just inside the gates there is a board with described wait times. You chew your lip anxiously as he searches for the ride in question. He doesn't even bother to tell you the name before heading off in, what you assume is, the right direction. It doesn't take long to reach the dreaded thing; Shanghai is a reasonably small Disney park after all.

*Soaring Over the Horizon*

Terrifying...

The ride itself seems to be in a large amphitheatre. Hidden so you can't tell how bad it is. Joon tries to keep heading for the ride but you force him stop.

"I'm sorry Joon... I'm... I'm not good at rides." You force your stomach to stop flipping as he studies you. It's uncomfortable for a moment and then his normal relaxed demeanour reappears.

"I promise you this one isn't bad baby." He reaches out to push a stray hair behind your ear. "It's like a cinema, you get lifted up to watch a movie, no scary rollercoaster I promise." You nuzzle into the warmth of his hand, allowing it to calm you a little. "If you don't like it you just close your eyes and most of it just goes away. After the turn you had in the tower, I would never risk putting you on a fast ride. I just had all of these big plans 0for what we were going to do today. I know you'll enjoy it all if you just try... Don't you trust me?" the last words sting a little. The tone too severe for the context.

"Of course I trust you," you take a deep breath and steel your resolve, determined to show him that you have faith in him. You charge towards the queue as he falls into step behind you. Inside the building is stunning. Modelled after temples in a desert, the ceiling has been strung with a million tiny lights to make it look like a clear night sky. You lean back into Joon to get a better view of what's above you, also using his solid body to keep you grounded. The closer you get the more you regret you decision to force yourself onto the ride. With each shuffle forward you can feel your heartbeat faster. He must feel it too because he tightens his grip on you and leans down to whisper in your ear.

"I've got you Y/N, every moment." The tension in your shoulders loosens a little, until it's your turn at the front of the queue. The attendant usher two dozen people into a new room to watch a video. A video in Chinese. You glance around at the other guests wrapped up in the magic of the ride. Kids as young as eight stand around you, and you can't help but feel a little silly. As the preamble ends, doors open to your left and you are told to strap into a row of seats set out like paraglider. You place your loose items in the tray under your chair and strap your self in, clinging desperately to the chair arm on you left and Namjoon on the right.

When the ride starts to move you can't help but squeal, making Namjoon laugh. You shoot a glare at the idol before returning your attention to the screen at the front of the ride. It takes you throughout the world. 3D images of the world's greatest wonders and animals. The entire show is breath taking, you almost don't want it to end. But it has to.

You are lowered back to the floor and sent on out into the park. The stress of working yourself up hasn't helped the queasy feeling that had been lingering since the bout of vertigo, Namjoon wraps his arm around you shoulder and pulls you close.

"See that wasn't so bad was it." He grins, you try to match his enthusiasm with your reply but apparently there is no hiding your unease from him. "Come on I think you need lunch before we do anything." You start to protest, determined to do all the fun things he had planned. However, your stomach grumbling beat you to the punch. You check your watch to find out it had been a long time since breakfast.

"Okay, where so you want to eat?" you end up leaving the park. Just outside there is a large selection of restaurants to choose from. He pulls you into the cheesecake factory, citing something about familiar western food being easier for you, although you can't hide your disappointment at not being able to try more traditional Asian dishes. The food is great though, and you get to share dessert. He orders an oreo cheesecake, feeding it to you from his fork "Accidentally" getting it on your face and leaning over to kiss it off. You can already feel the boost in blood sugar helping you to feel better. By the time he has paid the cheque, you are more than ready to take on the rest of the park for the afternoon