It was some summer 10 years ago that they met.
Happy laughter and scream should be making the young Jisung at least chirpy- and yet he stood by the entrance to a roller coaster, eyes shaking at the mere sight of the drop.
"You sure you don't wanna go?" one of his older brother's friends had asked. Whether it was out of pity or genuine intent, Jisung couldn't tell through blurred vision. He shook his head. "Up to you then. Stay out of trouble, little man," he'd said, jogging up to his friends waiting in line.
Jisung somehow stumbled over to a nearby empty bench, stained with paint splatters and possibly melted ice cream on the ground next to it. Head in his hands, he could barely hear the screams and cheers of joy from all directions.
Around the time Jisung guessed they would be on the rollercoaster, someone, about his age, sat down on the bench next to him. He looked up, and nearly couldn't see his face from the large cotton candy.
"Are you lost too?" the stranger said cheerfully, munching away. Jisung wiped his face.
"No. At least I don't think so."
"Then why so lonely?" the stranger answered, genuine curiosity and intrigue dancing in his eyes.
"I didn't wanna go on...that," Jisung gestured to the coaster behind them. "It's scary." The stranger's mouth curved into an 'o' shape.
"Why not? Why wouldn't you wanna be on top of the world?" Jisung paused, not exactly knowing how to respond to that. "Oh yeah. I'm Chenle, by the way. I can keep you company, if you want," the stranger held out a chunk of the cotton candy to Jisung, which he took.
"I'm Jisung. You can wait here until...whoever finds you." Chenle shrugged.
"It's okay. This place is huge anyway- have you been on the ferris wheel?" he rattled on, offering Jisung a piece of cotton candy every now and then. And he listened to this rambling quietly.
"...I heard there were bumper cars too! Wanna go find them?" Chenle said suddenly, jumping up from the bench. Jisung cast a glance to the rollercoaster; they could wait, couldn't they? He nodded, taking Chenle's outstretched hand in his own.
Needless to say, his older brother had gotten a fairly severe scolding from his parents- but at least Jisung had gotten a phone number, written on paper from a cotton candy cone.
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Ironically Married~ Chensung/Chenji
Fanfiction"Let's get you to bed then, big baby." "You need sleep too!" Jisung protested but did nothing to resist being pulled to his room. Chenle made a clicking sound. "I'll survive. I've had worse sleep schedules before and you know it. You on the other h...
