Exo Imagines

26. Petrified (Luhan)

"You ready?" You whispered into your boyfriends ear, stepping up into your tip toes to press your lips lightly against his temple. Giving him a reassuring peck to let him know you're by his side.

Letting a deep breath of air, he nodded his head quickly and gripped your hand tightly. "I want to do this," he mumbled to you, but he was actually pepping himself up, letting himself know. *come on Luhan, you're a man! A man doesn't act like this! Grow some balls!* he cursed himself mentally as he grasped your hand with his sweaty one.

"We can go back down if you want," you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

Luhan shook his head and looked at the side of your face. "No, I want to do this. It's what you want, so I want to do it with you." You quickly gave him a kiss on the lips and slowly walked with him out of the door and into the blistering cold wind. You gaped, unable to believe what you were seeing with your own eyes.

You could see for miles. People on the ground looking no bigger than tiny ants. Where were you? On top of the Eiffel Tower of course.

"You doing okay?" You asked your scared boyfriend, his hand gripping yours tightly. The truth was, Luhan was petrified of heights. In fact, he had told you that when he had gone to Disney Land with Exo and they had all gone on the rides, he stayed behind to hold the bags with their manager.

But today, Luhan was playing it brave. He knew you wanted to go to the top of Paris' most recommend attraction, but you never said because you didn't want to force him to endure it. He had come with the idea himself, knowing he would be safe as long as he was with his loving girlfriend; you.

"I want to look down," he said to you, his voice slightly shaky.

"Are you sure?" You questioned him worriedly and he simply nodded. You squeezed his hand and slowly lead him over towards the railing. He let go of your hand to latch onto the metal bar, his knuckles turning white. Slowly bending his head down, his stomach clenching and flipping around in circles when he looked down at the ground, and the sudden urge to throw up lapsed over him.

Instead, he let go of the bar and latched into you like a leech. His arms wrapping around your waist in a death grip and his face buried itself in your neck. You placed a loving and tender kiss against his soft, candy floss coloured hair when he muttered the words, "Protect me, baby."