They tried various rides. Sandara insisted on the soft rides while Jiyong insisted on the hardcore rides. Sandara can't stop looking at Jiyong every time they take the soft rides. Sometimes, he would smile as if he was back to being a child again and sometimes, he would frown as if the elves singing "It's A Small World" is the ugliest idea of all. But of course, she can't deny the look on his face when they entered the haunted house. He was holding her waist all throughout the ride, and to at least satisfy his needs, Sandara feigned she was frightened by the fake ghouls, wrapping her arms around Jiyong's waist and burying her face in the crook of his neck.
After riding the roller coaster, they both sat on one of the benches in the outdoor park, gazing at the line of the Ferris wheel while drinking sodas. The sun was now ready to set, but Sandara can't feel any hunger since morning. Maybe because she's too entertained, or too happy.
The line to the ferries wheel decreased, and Jiyong stood up from his seat, eagerly. "Let's try this for the last ride." He says, outreaching his hand to Sandara. She gratefully accepted it, and off they went to the line.
They were served last, and the Ferris wheel's staff decided they're closed for the day. The machine started to fire up, and they were both lifted up to the sky slowly. But once they reach the top, the ride stopped and Sandara peered down to see.
"Maybe it's the fireworks." Jiyong said, and Sandara turned back to him. He caresses the back of her palm with his thumb, and says, "They always start the fireworks before the dusk and stops it when it's already night."
And as if on cue, the pyromusical starts. Every firecracker reveals and pops along with the music, with the every crack, boom and pop. It was colorful, the firecrackers adorned the dusk with its kaleidoscopic colors and just like it was magical, the pyromusical ended at the first touch of the night. Sandara clapped happily, but it was muffled because her other hand was still intertwined with Jiyong's.
The ferries wheel started to move again, and Sandara didn't forget to mutter her thanksgiving to Jiyong. "Thanks." She croaked, because her mouth was still dry.
"You're welcome." Jiyong managed to say, even though he just wanted her, the only one to talk. "But I think I owe you some of the pieces of my life."
Sandara turned to him eagerly, her bright dark eyes dilating. Jiyong only chuckled with this, and said, "I was fairly normal when I was a kid. I have an older sister, and she has her own clothing line. She started with the business when I was just training at YGE. From the very start, my parents weren't against with my career. I appeared on some shows when I was just a kid, I was five I think, and then attended training schools apart from attending regular classes every day. But my life turned three hundred sixty degree when I thought maybe entertaining wasn't my thing, because I kept on failing and failing and failing. I tried being a painter, a writer and all sorts of job you could ever think of but nothing of it interests me. And I keep failing, and failing and failing. Then my sister insisted on me auditioning to YGE. I agreed, only half-heartedly and was accepted. I trained, failed but still worked hard until I debuted as a solo artist along with Youngbae. I continually fail but I always, always keep in mind what my sister said, and quoted when she was persuading me to audition. Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe. She was quoting Albert Einstein and telling me the same time I was stupid. Of course, people fail and you just have strived harder to succeed. It's just a matter of time, determination and luck."
The half-gate opens and Sandara stepped out before Jiyong, their hands still intertwined. Sandara wondered if it was okay with Jiyong, to let their hands intertwined all the time even if their palms are starting to get sweaty.
People are starting to go home after the fireworks, and the speakers installed around conveyed a message that the park will close after half an hour. Jiyong tugged Sandara's hand lightly and said, "Let's eat at the nearby shop out there. They have eat-all-you-can meat."
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Snow White and Seven and the Dwarves [Daragon]
FanfictionHer hair as dark as night and skin as white as snow. They named her Sandara, because they believed it was the Korean translation for Snow White. But is her fate inclined strongly to her name? In this installment of Snow White to fanfiction, you...