Wonderland Pier bustled with the last crowds of the season. The chilly October air mingled with the cool, salty, ocean breeze and people wore various arrays of swimsuits, hoodies and jeans. Carnival lights blinked wildly and flashed their happy colors over the boardwalk and its evening visitors.
Y/N wove her way through the crowds, expertly trailing her two best friends: Stella and Alaina. Stella dragged them to her all time favorite ride: The Buccaneer. The crowd had thinned and they were the only group in line.
Alaina led a round of fist bumps while Stella shouted "First in line!! Oh Yeah!!"
Y/N just grinned as they started whispering about the girl operating the ride. "You have to talk to her!!!!!!!"
Stella made a face and hissed back "I'll look like an idiot!"
"Excuse me?" A deep, lightly accented voice asked from behind us.
Y/N turned. A group of guys, 7?, stood behind us in a tight cluster. Most of them were looking around at the other rides from beneath hoods and baseball caps. Their faces were hidden.
"Yes?" She answered kindly.
"My group was wondering which seats are the best on this ride." He told her.
"Oh! Well, we like to sit on the very ends of the ship. They make you feel the most queasy." Alaina leaned onto her shoulder, wiggling a pair of blonde eyebrows at her when the guy looked back to his friends.
He called a thanks when the attendant allowed us to board the ride and their large group squished into the far end. The girls slid in themselves and Y/N felt a pang when she saw one of the group standing, sparing awkward glances between the squished and not so squished ends.
Y/N called out to him. "You can sit here if you want to!"
He nodded uncertainly and jogged over. He mumbled a quiet thanks, sliding in beside her.
As the bar was lowered and secured Y/N had to giggle at Stella's efforts to hit on the park worker. The ride began and she heard her friends squeal at the sudden motion. The boys were waving at the boy beside her. But he wasn't paying attention to them. His head rested on the metal bar and his fingers clung to it, white from his tight grasp.
The ride swung downward as she reached for his hand. His hood slipped, exposing fluffy black hair, pale, smooth skin, and tightly shut eyes. She pried his fingers from the bar and he yelped, sitting up and giving her a look of fear.
Y/N gasped. Sitting next to her was the one, the only, JEON JUNGKOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jungkook was still staring at her with large dark eyes. Y/N gathered herself and squeezed his hand.
"You'll be fine! It's gonna be OK!" The last part, unfortunately, became a shout as the boat swung abruptly the other way.
He panicked. He buried his face in her shoulder and shouted something in Korean.
"NAN JUG-EULGEOYA!!!!!!!!!!" (I used Google translate to figure out how to say 'I'm gonna die' in Hangul if this is wrong sorry :)
Y/N had no clue what the hell it meant, but it didn't sound very happy. She thought of everything she knew about Jungkook. Only one thing could possibly distract him. Y/N hoped.
"Jungkookie oppa!" She cringed just saying it.
The ride was high in the air. The rest of his group, she assumed it was BTS, were in various states of terror, boredom, and glee.
His head snapped up and he glared. "I'm not your oppa." He said in English.
Then, he smiled thoughtfully.
After the ride ended he helped Y/N off the ship. He hugged Y/N, whispering a thanks in her ear.
Y/N blushed, but decided it was because of the cold.
"Thank you...?"
"Y/F/N." She found herself smiling shyly. (Guys, I kid you not, when I first saw Y/F/N I thought the F stood for fucking...but it stands for full if anyone is like me and didn't know that... : )
He nodded and tested it out. "Y/N... Thank you."
Stella and Alaina elbowed her and winked, matching smirks plastered on their faces. She pushed them.
"Lay off!" Y/N complained.
When Jungkook said goodbye, her insides were mush and it was like she hadn't gotten off the ride. Like she might never feel settled again. Because when Jungkook said goodbye, her stomach felt like a whole migration of butterflies had taken flight at the same time.
"Goodbye Jungkook." She whispered softly at his retreating form.
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Sup! My first Jungkook one shot, aish, I hope you guys like it! If you ever want a part 2 of anything, just lemme know! <3 :D*mic drop*