This moment you're sharing with your friend, you're sure you wouldn't be able to remember it clearly down the road because it barely feels real even right now.
You and Mingi walk side by side, each holding a slushie from the convenience store outside the theme park. Every few minutes, either one of you would lose strength in your legs from laughing so hardly, stumbling away to the side as the other grips onto their wrist to reel them back in.
What you both were laughing at, you weren't sure. Everything swas a blur.
Maybe it was due to you making fun of how scared he looked on the rollercoaster, his eyes and mouth wide open in the picture taken. You wished you had bought a copy of it, but it was too overpriced.
It's okay though, you appreciate it a little more when you don't have it anyways.
Or maybe he had just teased you because your voice had cracked while you were screaming during a drop in one of the many rides you took today.
Either way, you're glad that most people opted to take the train back to the nearby mall instead of walking back. The both of you didn't have to suppress your laughter or worry about disturbing someone else's supposed calm night.
"Hey..." Mingi barely manages to say, breath still heavy as his cheeks start to relax.
He points to the store on the right and asks, "Can we do that?" Mingi sips on his drink as he waits earnestly for your reply, staring at you as you squint to see what it was about.
It was one of those peelable glass deco painting stores (was that even what it's called?) with the mini pastel coloured stools and tables shorter than your knees when you sit.
It was obviously meant for children, but whatever, right?
"Oh my god, yes!" You replied, slapping Mingi's arm repeatedly out of excitement, already running towards the store before he could even process your answer.
He shakes his head in amusement as he watched you swing the glass door open, a chuckle falling from his lips. You turn back to wave at him to hurry up and he half jogs towards you, a grin on his face.
"Let's do the butterfly." Mingi suggests and you nod your head without hesitation. The lady running the store had told you that she was closing up soon and you didn't want to be a hassle since it was only the two of you there. You didn't mind any of the designs anyways.
He reaches out to take the template and pays for it as you go to sit yourself at the ridiculously tiny tables, organising all the little tubes of colours in front of you.
"You take the left side," you said, your tongue peeking out slightly from between your teeth as you picked out the colours for your side of the butterfly wings.
"Yes, boss!" Mingi teased as he pulled the stool far out from the table so that he could have sufficient leg space.
It was quite endearing to see a six foot tall grown man trying to use furniture meant for young children almost half his size. Mingi thought you looked adorable too.
You never expected the both of you to sit down and focus on making the butterfly look pretty, you had seen this coming — Mingi purposely dripping different colours into your butterfly wings and calling it an accident with you nudging his arm to get him to stop colouring out of line.
There was so much playful bickering and snickers that you almost missed the sound of fireworks going off in the distance.
"Wait, do you hear that?"
Mingi stops another attempt to ruin your side of the butterfly, trying to listen out for what you had heard. When he hears the familiar booms and crackles, he looks at you with widened eyes,
"Fireworks!"
The both of you snap your heads towards the window, hearts racing. From your angle, you could barely see anything, only catching sight of the sparks fading out in the night sky.
You've never seen Mingi get up so fast, his hands already extended to help you up, and you take it.
"Sorry! We'll be back soon!" Mingi shouts out as the both of you ran out of the store hand in hand.
"Mingi, let's go up!" You tugged his hand, gesturing to the lighted stairs. Not wasting another second, you and Mingi ran up the stairs with all your energy left for the day.
By the time you reached the second floor, the last firework had just gone off. It was still pretty though.
"Aw man, this is still... kind of...romantic though." you pant, gripping tightly onto Mingi's arm for support. Mingi hums in agreement as he tries to catch his breath too, his eyes turning to look at you as the firework finished fading out.
He almost gasped out loud from how breathtaking you looked right at that moment. He has always found you to be beautiful but there was something about the way the lights on the floor gave your face a warm glow, the way your eyes twinkled as you watched the sky.
He thinks you're prettier than the fireworks.
"If only we could come here with our lovers." you sighed softly before turning to look at Mingi, finding that he had been staring at you all this while. You just smile at him, not reading too much into it.
If only you knew how much your smile affected him. If only Mingi knew how hard it was for you to maintain this eye contact right now. Your heart was beating so hard you were afraid he could hear it in this silence.
"Can I be yours then?" Mingi asked softly, his eyes shaking ever so lightly as he awaited your response. You feel his muscles tensing up under your grip, his lips still slightly parted, though you were pretty sure he was holding onto his breath. But so were you.
There were so many things you wanted to tell Mingi right now, but the words were stuck in your throat, the tightness holding it back.
Afraid that Mingi was going to think that his feelings weren't reciprocated, you quickly went in for a hug, knocking Mingi back a little in the process. You nodded your head repeatedly as you hid your flushed face from him, too flustered to do anything else.
You don't see it but Mingi burst into a smile, his eyes crinkling up as his teeth were on full display, relieved and on cloud nine.
"Then, let's go back to our amazing artwork." Mingi reminded, sarcastically emphasising on the 'amazing' before he says the next few words that made your knees go weak.
"My little butterfly."
